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pahtoosh · 5 months
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the dreaded door
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wc: 795 words
warnings: you get picked up by bucky. playful biting.
a/n: elephant in the room 🐘 (not my ellie stuffie) i have not been writing as much! it’s mostly because life is really good but also really busy for me right now. it’s also hard for me to get into the zone 🎯 for writing regression when i am not regressing that often. i know i don’t need to explain myself but this is for my fellow nosey 👃 nellies
pairing: mafia!bucky x gn!little!reader
summary: you wait for bucky to finish working
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Never in your life had you been so angry at a plank of wood. It all began this morning when Bucky left a note on your nightstand.
“Good morning, my sweet angel. Daddy has a lot of very serious calls today. Please keep the noise down and don’t open or knock on the door if it’s shut. Use your special phone to call me if there’s an emergency. Do your chores for today and be a good baby for me. Love, Daddy.”
The door is where you are now. Sitting on the floor, glaring at the smooth oak that you can’t tap on and the shiny knob that you can’t shake. You finished your chores, played for a while, and ate both breakfast and lunch already. Bucky was still in his office and he hadn’t left all day.
Your daddy spoiled you in so many ways: with his gifts, with his love, with his words. The only thing he couldn’t give you enough of was his time. His job was a difficult one with long and sometimes unpredictable hours.
He was able to make some changes. He trusted Sam and Steve to handle his out of town meetings so he didn’t have to travel as much. He also promoted Natasha from head of security to essentially his right hand by helping him with his larger projects.
These changes were so important. They gave you so much more time with your daddy, but there were still days like today when he simply had to do the work himself. Bucky also worked from home as much as he could so he could see you for lunch or even work with you sitting quietly on the velvet loveseat in his office. Him working from home was almost worse for you on the days you couldn’t go see him.
You daddy is home. He’s sitting at his desk where you color sometimes, on the chair with the best spinning ability in the whole house. There was just this one door standing in your way. You wanted so badly to knock and call for him through the cracks, but you knew better. You daddy was a stickler for rules, and he would not appreciate you ignoring his boundaries.
You sighed and settled for glaring at the door. Maybe your anger would be enough to open it without touching and then Bucky would be so impressed he’d have to take the rest of the day off.
Pleased with your plan, you sat on the floor with your hands on your knees and continued glaring. It felt like hours were going by. You thought the doorknob was moving, but it was just Alpine’s reflection as she trotted past. You kept glaring. Still, nothing moved. Just when you were about to give up, the sound of a lock turning echoed through the hallway and your daddy opened the door with an amused smile.
“What’re you doing here, sweetheart?”
“Daddy!” You reached your arms out for cuddles and Bucky happily obliged, even pressing a noisy kiss to your cheek.
“Were you sitting on the floor and waiting for Daddy? I saw you on the cameras.”
“I wantedta knock on your door but you said no knocking so I was trying to open it with my eyes,” you explained.
Bucky laughed. “Oh yeah? How did that go?”
You pouted and hid your face in his neck. “It didn’t work.”
“Aww.” He rubbed your back to comfort you. “Maybe if you ate more carrots your eyes would be strong enough to open doors.”
“Daddyyy.”
“I’m kidding, baby. C’mere.” He pressed your foreheads together.
“Thank you for listening to Daddy’s instructions today. You were such a good baby and I’m so proud of you.” He gave you a gentle kiss while your face warmed from his praise and affection.
You thanked Bucky, earning you another kiss and more praise for being so polite.
Your daddy was beaming. Anyone who knew of his title and past would’ve been shocked at the way he grinned ear to ear while holding you in his lap as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
“How did I manage to capture the sweetest little baby in the whole world, huh?”
You giggled. “You didn’t ca’ture me, I got you!” You held his face in your hands. “My daddy.”
“You better feed your daddy now, angel. Daddies get hungry!” Bucky playfully shook free from your grasp and bit your hands.
“Nooo, daddy!” you squealed. “Eat the food downstairs, not me!”
He stopped thrashing and acted shocked. “There’s food downstairs? Why didn’t you say so?”
“Yeah! And we can watch a movie and cuddle after dinner! Can we, daddy?” You clasped your hands together and bounced excitedly.
“Anything you want, baby.”
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milaisreading · 5 months
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Hi, is your request open? If so can I please request something like the bllk boys didn't know it's CD!YN's birthday because they're too engrossed on practicing and they just find out because Ego-san greeted her in the middle of lecturing them.
-Please excuse my grammar, English is not my first language TT
-also it's my birthday today so I gathered my courage to request for the first time to indulge myself (⁠^⁠~⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ
Have a greet day!
🌱🩷: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK! I feel honored to write this then. Hope you like it and hope you are having a great birthday, and getting a lot of presents 🥰❤️
Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open.
⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️
Ever since (Y/n) became the captain of the rowdy team known as Blue Lock, her life changed a lot. Whether it was for the better or for worse, she didn't know. Maybe someday she will be able to judge it better, but for now she barely had any time to sit down and think this through. With how chaotic everyone was, the JFA gave her a clear warning:
'Make sure they behave during interviews and on TV. Their behavior is a reflection of you as a captain. It is also a reflection of Japan to the world. Don't tarnish it.'
Back then she wanted to say a lot of colorful words to the old men, and she still does, but now she had little to no energy to do that. In fact, she completely forgot what day was when thanks to how hectic everything became. And just like that December 24th came, which is also (Y/n)'s birthday.
While the outside, aka fans and general public saw some ads and public congratulations for the player's birthday, the girl and other Blue Lock players stayed blissfully unaware of everything.
"Here." (Y/n) sighed as she offered some salmon on her chopsticks to Bachira. Grinning, the boy took a bite, smiling in victory as he received death stares from everyone else.
"Bachira, you can eat on your own." Isagi rolled his eyes and looked back at (Y/n), speaking more softly now.
"Please, eat your own food. You look like you need some."
"Huh... oh, I don't mind, Isagi. I need to make sure you guys are healthy." (Y/n) smiled weakly, feeling way too tired to say more.
"(Y/n), feed me too. Feed me, too!" Nagi begged, tugging on her sleeve.
"Oh, sure-"
"Nagi, you have your own hands and chopsticks. Let (Y/n) eat his own food." Reo warned from the girl's left side as Nagi pouted.
"Please~" The albino gave (Y/n) some puppy eyes, and before she could agree, a tray was put between her and Nagi's face.
"Huh?" She looked at the person who did it, only to find Barou glaring at her classmate.
"Eat on your own. And you, eat something, now. Let Bachira eat on his own."
"But I don't want to-" Before Bachira could finish, Gagamaru shoved a pastry into the boy's mouth.
"I will feed him instead. You eat something." Gagamaru said as he grabbed a displeased Bachira's shoulders.
"Yeah, let us handle it." Isagi agreed.
"But-"
They are right. You should eat something. I didn't see you during breakfast today." Karasu said from the table next to them.
"What?! Why did you miss out on breakfast?" Rin yelled in worry, and (Y/n) gulped as she felt Reo and Barou glare at her.
"I didn't feel like eating this morning." She excused herself.
'I had to prepare everything for an upcoming interview.' She wanted to say, but couldn't bring herself to burden them with it.
"Not feeling like eating? You? I have a hard time believing that." Otoya said suspiciously.
Yukimiya sighed and took his plate of food, walked over to (Y/n) and put the plate in front of her.
"What?" She asked the boy.
"Have my food, too. It can't bring you any good to miss out on food."
"Uh..."
Reo frantically nodded his head.
"Have mine too."
"You should have something high in protein, (Y/n)." Hiori agreed.
"Take my tofu, too."
"I can give you some of my veggies as well. They are sweet-sour." Niko added on.
"No, guys. It's fine. Please eat. It's more important that you all are full and-"
"It's also important that the captain isn't hungry, (Y/n)." Kunigami said, putting a hand on her head.
'Where did he come from?!' She thought in surprise.
"Seriously, I am fine-"
"That pale face says otherwise. I should give you a nice skin care day, (Y/n)! A nice Vitamin C mask does wonders~" Aryu added in, causing (Y/n) to raise an eyebrow.
"I am really fine, Aryu. Please, focus on yourselves. We can't have you tired-"
"We-we can't have you faint on the field, (Y/n)! P-please listen to us!" Tokimitsu interjected, clearly worried over the girl's health.
"Yes! You are important for the team, too!" Kurona added in.
'I am? I am just the captain... a babysitter if you will...' Well, at least that's what she was made to feel by the JFA.
"Here! I was given this new nutritious shake to try. It's good for the bones." Chigiri said, handing her the pinkish drink.
"Uh... this is your-"
"Eat!"
"And drink that!"
"You should really get some rest after, too."
"My pillow is very soft, I will give it to you."
"I will carry you to your room."
"Hold up! Hold up, everyone!"
(Y/n) grew a little overwhelmed, but thankfully everything stopped once Ego's voice appeared.
"What is this ruckus?!" Everyone stopped and looked at the screen that was showing the confused adult. Gulping, (Y/n) put her utensils down and got up.
"I am so sorry, Ego-san. This one is my fault-"
"Silence. I know it's not. And don't put all the blame on yourself." (Y/n) shut up and looked at Ego silently, the boys watching the interaction in confusion.
"Besides, why aren't you resting today?"
"Uh... The JFA-"
"Forget what those old farts said, I told you to rest today."
"Are you sure?" (Y/n) asked, unsure if she should listen. On one hand she had Ego, and on the other she had the duty to keep everything in line, for the country.
"Yes, besides, it's your birthday. Go and rest."
"Bitthday?! You never told us it's your birthday today!" The team yelled in unison, causing (Y/n) to flinch a little.
"I myself forgot... if I can be honest." (Y/n) blushed as Ego sighed.
"Go. Sleep. Now. I will deal with the JFA. The rest of you stay and finish your lunch."
Ego ordered as the room fell silent.
'Ego... will handle it.' The girl slowly nodded her head and walked out of the cafeteria as everyone watched her silently.
Once she was away, and out of earshot, Ego spoke up again.
"So... you guys want to take part in a surprise party Anri and I are preparing?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Of course!"
"Party for (Y/n)! Yes!" The team agreed, eagerly waiting for what Ego will say next.
Walking back into her and Rin's room, the girl sighed and plopped herself on her bed, cuddling into the pillow.
'Ego-san will handle it. I can rest for now.' As if a weight got lifted of off her, (Y/n) sighed in relief and started to drift into a slumber. Feeling more carefree now.
Once Ego finished instructing everyone what they should do, he turned off his camera and looked back at Anri.
"Is everything ready?"
Happily, Anri nodded her head and went through the list.
"All the ingredients and instructions are set for Isagi, Barou, and Rin. The meat, veggies, sauces, and spices for the katsu are there for Kunigami, Hiori, and Yukimiya. Bachira, Niko, and Karasu will get the balloons and decorations to prepare. Sanrio themed ones are so hard to find during Christmas, especially of that pink sheep." Anri commented as Ego nodded from time to time.
"Nagi, Reo, Kurona, and Aryu have the wrapping paper set for the presents. And lastly, Tokimitsu, Gagamaru, Chigiri, and Otoya will clean up and prepare the cafeteria. In case (Y/n) wakes up earlier than expected, I will try to distract her till everything is done."
"Ok. Everything is under control then. I will leave now." Ego announced as Anri finished her talk, causing the woman to raise an eyebrow.
"Go? Where to?"
"To talk with the JFA. Nobody treats my players like they are some no-name babysitters."
As the day went on, (Y/n) slept peacefully while the boys were moving fast to cook, bake and set everything up for the party. Anri was watching over everything, in case they needed help in the kitchen, while also keeping an eye on the monitor showing the door to (Y/n) and Rin's room.
6 hours later...
By now it was 8 PM and (Y/n) slowly opened her eyes, and sat up on her bed as she stretched.
"I feel so much better now. What time is it even?" She mumbled blinking the sleep away to look at her clock.
"8 pm... already? I slept for so long?"
She said in surprise and then looked at Rin's bed.
"Rin isn't here yet... maybe they are practicing still. I will go and join them." (Y/n) said, getting up from her bed, but before she could move more, a knock was heard.
"Huh? Yes?" She called out.
"Oh! Good, you are awake!" Otoya's voice was heard and the door opened, only for (Y/n) to see the said boy and Bachira.
"Hi, guys? Sorry for missing practice today, I will join-"
"No,no. We aren't practicing today. Come with us, Ego-san told us to get you."
Bachira and Otoya walked over to the confused girl, grabbing each of her arms and dragged her out of the room.
"Ha? Did something happen?"
"Nope!" The two said, sending each other secretive smiles.
'What did I miss?' She raised an eyebrow.
"We are here! We are here!" Bachira said happily as Otoya hummed along. (Y/n) grew even more unnerved now as she sniffed the air a little.
'Am I crazy? Why does it smell like Katsu?' She thought.
"Open the door~" The duo said.
"Are you guys pulling a prank on me?" (Y/n) asked in confusion.
"No!"
"Please, just open the door." Bachira and Otoya answered. Reluctantly, (Y/n) nodded her head and walked closer to the door, slowly opening it.
"Happy birthday!"
"There you are! We were worried you won't wake up till tomorrow!"
"Happy birthday, (Y/n)! Hope you like everything!"
(Y/n) blinked in surprise as Otoya gently pushed her into the room. Flabbergasted, the girl looked around the room, now decorated with different balloons.
'Oh... Sweet Piano balloons! How did they find them?! They are so hard to find.' (Y/n) thought, blushing in excitement as she saw them. The players silently, and anxiously, watched the girl inspect everything.
"Huh..." (Y/n) muttered, eyes widening in amazement as she saw the cake, decorated with the pink sheep.
'Not even my parents did this for me...' (Y/n) thought, feeling her eyes water up a little.
The boys watched in panic as tears started to stream down the girl's face.
"Ah?! Did we mess something up?" Gagamaru asked in worry.
"I don't know!" Hiori said back as Isagi went to hand her a napkin, which (Y/n) gladly took it to wipe her tears away.
"We... we are sorry..." Rin said awkwardly.
"Did I mess up the decorations on the cake?" Barou looked over the cake.
"I think it's my fault. The balloons look a little deflated." Niko gulped.
"Maybe we should have done a better job on them." Karasu muttered nervously as Bachira and he glanced at each other.
"I swear I made sure the katsu doesn't burn." Yukimiya flinched.
"Did I mess up the salad?" Kunigami bit his fingernail in worry.
"You... you guys did everything amazing! Thank you so much!" (Y/n) finally busted out, hugging Isagi, who was the closest to her. Isagi tensed up and blushed a scarlet red, but hugged her back anyways.
"You are the greatest team ever!" (Y/n) announced with a huge smile, causing their worries to lift, and smiles to appear on their faces.
"Happy to hear that..." Nagi sighed in relief, but tugged on her shirt.
"Huh?" She looked over at the boy, still hugging Isagi.
"I want a hug, too."
"Me too! Me too!" Kurona nodded, running up to her, followed by Gagamaru and Tokimitsu.
"Me as well. Please."
"Me-me too, if you don't mind." Slowly, the other guys joined in on the asked and (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh softly.
'These guys are the best.'
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lucy90712 · 8 months
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Can you do a pedri x gf!reader imagine where she’s with him during all of The Residency shoot & sees that the girl social media worker has been getting a little too close for comfort. Gf tries to stay calm the whole time until she finally snaps & then she thinks pedri is gonna be upset at her but he’s actually really turned on by the fact that she’s territorial of him
A/n: I changed it up a bit as I don’t usually write stuff like this so I hope it’s ok
WC: 2.1k
Yesterday afternoon Pedri asked me to go with him to his shoot with the residency today because he gets a bit awkward when on camera so he wanted me to be there so there was a familiar face in the room. Of course I agreed to go as I always love spending time with him and I think it's sweet that he wants me there but I'm definitely a little bit nervous too. I have always been really anxious about meeting new people so to be in a room full of them is a bit nerve wracking for me but I am going to be there for Pedri and I'm sure everything will be fine.
This morning Pedri had training which he brought me to as well because we had to go to the shoot right after. I haven't been to one of his training sessions in a long time so it was nice to see the whole team as I get on with them all really well. Getting to talk to the guys before we had to leave relaxed me as I remembered meeting them all and being so nervous but I survived and now we are all good friends so I will be fine with meeting the crew for the shoot. They all knew where we were going so they told us to have fun and Robert told me to make sure I enjoy myself as he knows how anxious I get. Pablo also sent me a smile which didn't need any words with it as I knew what he was trying to say. 
On the drive Pedri kept me talking about anything other than the shoot and he held my hand tightly to keep me distracted which he is very good at. Once we arrived the crew all came outside to greet us and Pedri got out the car first to say hi before opening my door for me and introducing me to everyone. My anxiety faded quite quickly as everyone was so lovely and they were more interested in Pedri which meant I was able to just blend into the background and take some time to calm down. We all went inside and Pedri got his hair done while someone else explained everything they would be doing which started off with a live stream and then they wanted him to film some TikToks which I just know Pedri will hate. 
"Amor do you want to be on camera?" Pedri asked 
Our relationship is semi public so people know we are together but we don't often post with each other only on special occasions. Most pictures of us together are taken by other people as I don't like to put myself out there too much as I only ever get hate anyway. So being part of a live stream isn't really up my alley but I don't mind if I'm seen in the background.
"I would prefer to not be but I don't mind being seen in the background" I said 
"Thats ok we can keep you out of shot" one of the men there said 
"Thank you" I said 
Once Pedri was ready they got everything up and started the live stream so I sat out of the shot but somewhere were I could still see what was going on. Things started off simply as they got Pedri to play some fifa which he does a lot at home so that made him more relaxed and I could tell he was starting to really enjoy himself. Whenever he scored he looked over in my direction to see my reaction like he does when we are at home so I gave him a big smile which he returned. After the game they made him do karaoke which even I've never seen before as he refuses every time we go out, it was so hard not to laugh at him but I held back my laughter as not to disrupt anything. 
The next thing on the list was a Q&A but most of the questions were things I've heard him answer a million times so I kind of lost focus and started paying attention to other things. As I was doing so I noticed the girl that's part of the team getting rather close to Pedri. I'm used to seeing things like this as fans quite often get close to Pedri or other girls when we go out places but they never go too far so it doesn't really bother me. This girl however was already getting on my nerves as she was constantly staring at him like not taking her eyes off of him. She was also sat really close to Pedri and I could tell he was feeling uncomfortable with her so close but she didn't take the hint, if anything she got closer to him. 
Now that I've noticed it I have found myself constantly looking and getting more annoyed by the second. The girl then touched his hand which he instantly moved out the way but I could feel the jealousy and anger coursing through my veins. I'm not one for confrontation in fact I would usually do anything to avoid it but this girl was really getting on my nerves. She was touching my man right in front of my face without a care in the world which is driving me insane. I know Pedri would never even entertain this on any normal day but today he can't do anything without looking like an asshole in front of thousands of fans on the livestream which is so unfair as this girl is definitely taking advantage of that. If it were possible there would definitely be steam coming out of my ears but it's not so instead I can feel my cheeks heating up in anger. 
Eventually after what felt like hours of torture the livestream ended and Pedri was finally able to escape that girl and come over to where I was sat. He sat next to me and put his arm loosely around my waist which made me feel a whole lot better. As much as I hate what this girl is doing Pedri has done nothing wrong and I need to remember that he loves me not this other girl. Having him by my side made me feel so much better as all of his attention was on me and not on that other girl and he was telling me how he is actually willing to do karaoke with me now. We were having a good time and he was just about to kiss me when the girl came over and rudely interrupted by telling Pedri that they had to get back to filming now. He whispered that he was sorry and the look in his eyes told me that he felt bad but it didn't stop the anger building up in me again. 
She dragged him away from me and outside so I had to follow behind and find somewhere to sit but everywhere I went to sit she made someone move to get in my way. In the end I gave up and just sat on my phone but I made sure to keep an eye on what was going on as I'm no fool so I'm not taking my eyes off that girl. Having my eyes on her made absolutely no difference as she was getting more and more touchy by the second. Instead of just asking Pedri to move to where he was needed she put her hands on his chest and I swear I saw her drag her hand down his abs but that could just be the jealousy taking over.
The longer I was sat there watching the more I felt like I had to do something. My last boyfriend cheated on me because I was too soft and I just let him go out with all these girls because I trusted him but I'm not going to let that happen again. I trust Pedri I really do but I'm not going let some girl take advantage of that he's my boyfriend and she needs to be respectful of that and leave him alone. As they were filming I was thinking about all the outrageous things I could do to put this girl in her place most of which were absolutely crazy and would probably get me arrested and definitely ruin Pedri's reputation but then I thought of a great idea that wasn't too much but got my message across. 
As if the world was reading my mind they stopped filming to take a quick break, I didn't need telling twice so I put my plan into action. I got myself up and wandered over to Pedri with a level of sass I don't think I've ever reached before in my life but it felt great. I walked straight over to Pedri and put my hand on his chest as I stood in front of him which took him by surprise as I don't think I've ever acted like this in my life let alone around him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the girl was staring at the both of us so I put the rest of my plan into action and got on my toes to kiss Pedri. He was still in shock so I was able to kiss him more passionately which helped me release some of the anger I was feeling and it was definitely annoying the girl which is a huge bonus. 
After I pulled away Pedri smiled at me and pressed another kiss to my lips before the girl said they were going to start filming again so I walked away and went back to my position on the outside chair. As I sat down my rush of adrenaline dissipated and along with it went all the extra confidence I had just gathered leaving me feeling awful about what I just did. I'm really not one to do something like that and I'm not really sure why I did it, I mean it's not like Pedri was paying any attention to this girl and we won't ever see her again so it doesn't matter if she was touchy or not. Guilt flowed through my body as I realised that in the heat of the moment I made a stupid decision that probably doesn't paint me in the best light if someone were to tell the story without my side. Jealousy is such an ugly emotion and I can't believe I let myself get carried away with it Pedri probably thinks I'm some psycho now as he's never seen me act in such a way in the whole time we've known each other. 
For the rest of the shoot I just sat quietly letting my thoughts take over so when it was finally time for us to leave I politely thanked all the crew and said goodbye before getting out of there as quickly as humanly possible. I was silent on the drive home too as I was still feeling bad about overreacting like that and trying to think of what I could say to Pedri to apologise for embarrassing him in front of a brand he works with. When we arrived home I went straight inside to start making dinner as I feel like I need to do something nice for Pedri to help him forgive me for acting like a crazy woman. 
"Amor is everything ok?" Pedri asked
"Yeah everything's fine" I replied bluntly 
"Come on I know somethings up you were so quiet on the drive home, if it's that girl I promise I would've done more to push her away if I could but I only love you you know that right" he said 
"It's not that I feel awful for acting the way I did" I admitted 
"What do you mean?" He asked 
"The way I kissed you just to get her to back off I shouldn't have done that because it just makes you look bad but I just got so carried away with my jealousy that I couldn't stop myself I'm sorry" I said 
"There's no need to be sorry baby you didn't do anything wrong you just kissed me which you're allowed to do plus I thought it was hot the way you wanted to show her I'm yours" he said 
"Really you didn't think it was too much" I questioned 
"No I loved it you're so hot when you get jealous plus that kiss was amazing 10/10 I might have to make you jealous again so you'll kiss me like that" he joked 
"Please don't do that I can kiss you like that without being jealous" I said 
"Well go on then" he smirked 
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dreamingcloudie · 1 year
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Since I can't sleep still, I'm just going to comply with my Dottore brain rot even more :')
Imagining being in Dottore's lab being bandaged up after fighting some treasure hoarders and getting hurt, he's scolding you for getting hurt while tending to your wounds but also being gentle with you. As a “Thank You” you give him a quick peck, but he demands more, because you "wasted" so much of his time already.
(I'm sorry if these are out of the asking zone/criteria, I JSUT WNAT SOMEONE TO HEAR ME OUTT </3)
Omg this— Dottore would worry about no one but his Darling. He couldn't care less about somebody else's corpse on the side of the road but would freak out over a paper cut on you LOL. He just loves you a lot more than he's willing to admit. And I just love that he only accepts kisses in payment <3 And no worries, nonnie! I'm open to any Dottore brain rot you would like to share. Feel free to keep em' coming! Again, I couldn't help myself but to write this.
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Today's task was supposed to be easy. All you had to do was to gather some materials Dottore had asked of you, piece of cake, right? That was until a bunch of treasure hoarders appeared out of no where and thought it would be a good idea to fight a random, innocent citizen. In this case, that was you.
You've had experience in combat and your skills weren't too shabby. Even so, you were outnumbered and barely made it out of there alive. They hit you hard and have possibly broken a bone or two in you.
You limped all the way back to Dottore's lab and pushed the doors open. Alerting him of your pressence.
"Welcome back, my dear. You took longer that I've expected. Is everything alright—" He stopped talking mid sentence when he noticed your bloody form. There was a huge slash on the side of your waist, red blotches scattered across your body. He could tell you were in a lot of pain judging by the way you were limping.
Without saying another word, he quickly went over to your and took the materials out of your hands and put them onto the nearest table. He wrapped an arm around you cautiously, careful to not touch any of your wounds and guided you to a chair.
"Sit here," he said, before going around his lab to gather a few medical supplies. As you watched him move from one spot to another, you were trying tosee if you could make out what he was feeling. But it was a lot harder with his mask on.
Was he worried? Scared? Nonchalant, even?
It didn't take too long for him to come back with what he needed to treat your wound. He grasped the helm of your shirt and gave it a little tug, letting you know he was going to lift it up.
He lifted it up to where your chest was and took a look at the slash on your waist. Thankful for how quiet the lab was, you were able to hear his breath hitched. He took his glove off and gave your wound a little touch. He didn't stay long, however, when you hissed.
He applied some alcohol onto a clean cloth.
"This is going to hurt a bit, but I will be quick."
Before your mind could process his words, the cloth was already on your skin. You held onto his shoulders for support as the burning sensation was too much to bear.
"I'm almost done. Just keep holding on to me."
A few minutes that felt like hours for you had finally passed and he was done with cleaning your wound after he deemed it as good enough. He put the cloth away and took the bandages and began to wrap them around your waist carefully.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened?"
"It's, um, treasure hoarders."
"Those pesky little—" He cut himself off by sighing.
"—why didn't you just, run away?"
You stayed quiet for a while before answering, "I wanted to get the materials you asked for..."
"You idiot, I couldn't care less about them if it means putting your life on the line." He continued, "Next time you're in any sort of danger, just run away as soon as you can, alright? They're just materials, I could always get them later..."
He was now done with covering up your wound.
"But you, dove. There's only one of you and I couldn't risk losing you."
You knew he was a master at concealing his feelings, but you could still hear the worry in his words.
"I'm sorry... I'll be more careful next time."
"You better."
You raised your hand up and took his mask off, smiling at the handsome face before you. You gave him a little peck on his cheek.
"Thank you."
He tsked, "If you're really sorry then... give me another one. You wasted my time, got blood on the floor and had me worried. It's only fair."
You giggled at how he was acting like a kid and gave him another peck. After all, he deserved it, did he not?
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thinking about the time I was around 9 years old and I'd decided I was sure Santa Claus didn't exist because I'd had this nefarious scheme - on my Christmas List for that year I'd added a thing I knew Santa could not reasonably provide - a creature I'd made up in one of my drawing books. I don't recall at all what the name I used for it back then was, but for the sake of convenience now let's call it a "Squirg."
"Squirg's" looked like this (artist's recreation)
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(It was kind of just a little ball with and had a bird beak, and a very long tail it could use to coil up and shoot like a spring, bouncing around from place to place)
So on my Christmas Wishlist when I was 9 years old, I'd added that I wanted a real, live Squirg. And what's more - I didn't include this wish in my actual full wishlist for that year - I'd detached it. I'd hidden a small bit of this torn writing above a piece of tall, wooden furniture, figuring that if Santa was as real as my parents were claiming, surely he'd simply be able to find this hidden addition to my wishlist and deliver it to me. At 9 years old my doubt had really begun to grow as to whether Santa Claus was real. I considered this my personal Ace in the Hole for figuring out that question, and once I'd had definitive proof that it was just as I thought, I could set my mind at ease. In my mind, seeing that Santa couldn't do this thing for me was the shattering of the illusion. I'm sure Christmas went really well that year and I got all sorts of things that made me happy, but the realization that Santa Claus was a make believe thing definitely dampened my spirits at the time.
It'd be months later, (perhaps for my birthday but I'm not sure), that my step-grandmother showed up with something which at the time I didn't think very much of.
She'd stitched together a whole recreation of a Squirg by hand and given it to me as a present. Now at the time I was just 9 turning 10 or so and I was at exactly the age where I didn't want to be given stuffed animals as a present. I didn't appreciate the time put into it or the love to do something like that. It wasn't something I concerned myself with when I was a kid, but looking back on it my parents must've handed her the drawing and the little scribbled wish to Santa Claus, and she still gave her best possible human effort to give me that wish as best she knew how.
Of course, she couldn't have known that I wanted a real, live cute animal companion that I'd made up. Little kid me at the time was not very satisfied with the Squirg plush and ended up stuffing it away in my closet for years. At some point unknown to me it became completely lost, probably when my family was moving from house to house.
I wish I still had it. It was a really nice gift, not even taking into account the excellent craftsmanship. I was just very struck today by what a sweet gesture that was. To be a grandparent seeing her grandkid be disappointed by the world and trying to give me what she thought I wanted, even though I was an imaginative little kid who wanted impossible things.
it was a gesture made with a lot of love and even though the plush itself has been gone for a long time, there's a bit of Squirg-shaped love out there for me.
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Like A Movie Part II
Summary: Jenna comes back to iron out some details on the movie with reader. Flirting ensues.
Word Count: 3.1K
Warnings: I cuss alot...so language
A/N: How do we feel about a slow burn friends? I'm gonna be up front and tell you I'm terrible with angst. Like I physically can't make myself do it. Life is sad enough, I just want to write happy things...for now. Also, I kind of picture the reader as an older Zendaya as Rue, but hey this is your fantasy so interpret away.
Like A Movie Part I
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It took you hours to tidy the hot mess you called a living room. Even with Nando’s help and a case of beer, it still wasn’t as nice as you wanted it to be. Nando gave up trying to help you after hour three, claiming it was never going to be good enough, and Jenna had already seen it at its worst, so why did it matter?
You knew he was right, but you still felt the anxiety bubble up in your gut as you sat in your kitchen the next morning. The half-full mugs of coffee that littered the apartment before were now clean and awaiting their duty in your cabinets. Your clothes were shoved into laundry baskets or actually folded and put away. The three throw blankets on your couch were neatly folded and hung over the back of it. There were still mountains of scripts around; there wasn’t much you could do about those. Jenna seemed to like seeing them, though, or at least that’s what you told yourself to stop from burning your life’s work to get it out of the way. 
You made a dedicated effort to look more put together this morning. You convince yourself it’s because Jenna is technically now your employer, but you know deep down you’re trying to impress her. You’re not sure if she’s single or not, but it’s not like you’re trying to date her. You just want her eyes to linger a little, that’s all. Lord knows yours did yesterday and likely will again today. Hell, could anyone with eyes blame you? The woman is gorgeous. 
You have on a black short sleeve button up with a white collar, white hems on the sleeves, and black jeans over your old skool Vans. It’s all very Wednesday Addams, you note as you’re sitting at your table waiting for your coffee to brew. Even down to the crew length black socks. You hope she doesn’t think you’re mimicking her. This is the most professional thing you’re comfortable in, and you know you look good too. 
You run your fingers through your hair, shaking it out and fluffing it up all at once. A clock ticks on your wall, the minutes slowly slithering by. Jenna had come to your apartment around 10 yesterday, and it was currently 9:50. You get up to peek out the window over your sink, hoping to see her car in the parking lot.
Nothing. Only Janice tottering around the chain link fence. You puff your cheeks and let the air out all at once. You side eye your laptop, which is sitting open on your desk, a half finished screenplay mocking you from across the room. You may have sold one now, but that wasn’t going to stop you from writing more. A writer should always have multiple pots on the flame, as your screenwriting professor loved to say. 
You glance back out the window once more, seeing nothing different. You shrug, grab your coffee and head to your desk. You may as well work while you wait. 
You quickly get lost in tying together scenes, eyeing your outline and plot points, mouthing the dialogue as you write it. The story is moving along nicely, but you can’t help but worry that you were burying yourself in a particular scene and you couldn’t find a way out of it. You’re so concentrated on un-fucking the scene you’ve dug into that the knock at your door nearly scares the lights out of you. 
You flinch at the sound, looking around wildly. You look at the clock, it reads 10:23. Amazing how quickly you’re able to immerse yourself in a story, time feels unreal. You felt like it had been hours of writing. 
You stand and straighten your shirt out, run your fingers through your hair again for good measure. You make your way to the door as another knock comes. When you pull it open, Jenna is there, undisguised this time. She must have found solace in the fact that no one was around aside from Janice in the parking lot, if she didn’t feel the need to hide. She’s wearing a form fitting black long sleeve with black jeans, and this time she’s a few inches taller in her high heels. You fight to keep your eyebrows from flying off your head when you see her. 
“Hi.” She says simply, sliding her sunglasses off her nose and into her hair. 
You fight to remain composed. This is your boss, for goodness sake. 
“Hello, Ms. Ortega.” Ooof, fumble, you think as soon as the words leave your mouth. 
She scoffs and shakes her head, “No. absolutely not. Just Jenna.”
You grin at her, “Okay. Hello, Just Jenna.”
She blinks slowly at you, trying to keep a straight face, but you can tell the comment has tickled her by the slight uptick in the corners of her mouth. “Do you make it a habit to have guests stand on your doorstep for this long?”
Your eyes go wide and you scramble to the side, “Sorry! Come on in.”
You can smell her perfume as she brushes past you; it’s Chanel, you’d recognize it anywhere. You sigh as you close the door. When you turn around, she’s already in your living room, exploring your scripts again. If she notices the difference in cleanliness from yesterday, she doesn’t mention it. 
She glances up at you as you follow her and lean against the archway between the kitchen and the living room, crossing your arms. She looks you up and down, and you feel the need to pull at your collar and gulp.
“You’re dressed up today,” she says, “Got a hot date?”
You try to play it cool, “Nah, I always dress like this when I’m selling screenplays.” 
She smirks, knowing full well this was the first one you’ve sold. “Sorry I’m late, I had a thing this morning that ran over time.”
You shrug and jerk your head toward your open laptop, “No worries, gave me time to ruin a few scenes of my newest work.”
She eyes the laptop with curiosity, but politeness keeps her from going to it to read. She looks back at you, she’s waiting for something, but you can’t for the life of you figure out what it could be.
“So you promised me coffee yesterday.”
You smack your forehead, “Shit. Yes I did. Make yourself at home, I’ll grab you a cup.”
She follows you into the kitchen and lays her bag on one of the chairs, sitting in the one next to it. You busy yourself with the espresso maker, watching her in your peripherals. She rolls her ankles stretching them out before leaning down to pull a fat manilla envelope from her bag. She sets it on the table and crosses her legs, watching you now. 
You blow your hair out of your face, only for it to fall right back into place as you’re pouring her cup. You turn with it, placing it in front of her delicately. 
“Still a no on the sugar and oat milk?”
She smiles, “Unless you have white chocolate mix here, I’ll just have it black, thank you.”
You make a mental note to get white chocolate mix as soon as possible. Then you kick yourself for thinking she’d grace you with her presence a third time. She sips her coffee from the white mug you’ve given her, and you can see the ring of red lipstick that remains behind. You try not to roll your eyes at yourself as you consider never washing the mug again. 
You sit at the table across from her, sliding your coffee over from her side. She was sitting where you usually sat in the mornings, facing the window. The midmorning sun streams in, reflecting on her dark hair and turning her brown eyes into a golden hue. You weren’t about to tell her she’d taken your seat though. You now had the best seat in the house. 
You eye the envelope on the table, then watch her as she sips the coffee, closing her eyes and smiling. 
“That good huh?”
She nods, eyes still closed. When she opens them, she says, “They always serve drip at interviews. It’s depressing.”
You laugh, “Couldn’t you just have an assistant run and grab you something better?”
She shrugs, lacing her fingers around the mug the same way she had the day before. “Yeah, but he has more important things to do than get me coffee. Plus, I knew I could count on you for a better cup.”
The sentiment makes you blush but also swell with pride. Who was this magic woman who could fluster you so? You shake your head, smiling, knowing full well nearly any woman that good looking would have you turning into a barista and blabbering like an idiot. She raises an eyebrow at you, your internal dialogue lost on her. 
In an attempt to save the moment, you point to the envelope. “What’s that?”
She frowns as if she’s forgotten what you’re saying, her eyes following your finger. Realization washes over her features when she understands the question. 
“Oh, it’s your contract. You can bring it to your lawyers to review before you sign it.”
She slides the envelope over and you open it, pulling the thick stack of legal documents out. You try to read the first few sentences but the legal jargon makes you feel cross eyed. 
“Yep. Can’t understand a word. I’ll take it to them today.” You bluff. You don’t have lawyers. You’ll need to find one quickly.
Somehow, she sees right through it. “You don’t have a lawyer, do you?”
You smile sheepishly, “No I do not.”
She takes her phone out and scrolls to a contact before sliding it over to you. “Here, call this firm, tell them I sent you. You can work the agreement to have the production company pay them a portion of your check once they cut it.”
You take your own phone out of your pocket and add the contact, “Thank you.” You say, and you mean it. She doesn’t need to help you that much, and yet here you are.
She drinks her coffee and hums. Once you’ve added the number, you slide her phone back to her. She sets down the mug and slides the phone back to you.
“Put your number in there too.”
You’ve lost control of your face now, your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline and your mouth drops open. She just smiles back at you, leaning back in her chair with her coffee. She looks smug, like she knows what she’s done to you. She probably does, if you’re honest with yourself. She’s not naive. 
You take the phone and add a contact, typing your name and your number underneath. You slide the phone back over and she picks it up. She snaps a quick picture of you as you’re looking down at your mug and you protest.
“Awh no come on Jenna-“
She waves you off, adding the photo to your contact, “Stop, you look cute don’t worry. Candids are the best.”
Your phone vibrates in front of you and you see a text message has come in from an unknown number. You open it to read: Jenna Ortega. You have her phone number now. You’re trying not to hyperventilate. Of course she gave you her number, you are going to be working together. She called you cute. Were you sweating? Was it warm in there? 
As you battle your internal crisis, Jenna reaches for her bag again. This time she pulls out a dog eared copy of Secessus and gently lays it on the table. It’s full of multicolored sticky notes, and you can see highlighter marks spilling over the sides of the pages. The script looks like it’s ten years old when it has only really existed for a few months. The thought of her pouring over the pages makes your stomach flip.
You look up at her, “Who do you want to play?” 
She looks down to the cover page, tracing her finger along the title. Her expression is thoughtful, she bites her lip. 
“Who do you think I should play?”
You squint your eyes, looking up to the ceiling to remember the characters. The film is horror, but it’s cerebral. Any of the characters written in the pages would suit her, but you can only think of one that would let her talent truly shine.
“I think you should play Judas.” You lean back in your chair with your hands on your knees, your leg bouncing. 
The grin that spreads across her face is devious, and you can tell she’s pleased with your answer. “You think I should play the killer?”
You nod, “Well she doesn’t really kill anyone though, she just convinces her cult to do it for her.  I think the part would be perfect for you.”
“I want to be offended, but I’m really just flattered.” She says as she takes a lock of her hair and twirls it in her fingers. “It would be a big change from being the final girl.”
You shrug, “This film doesn’t have a final girl.”
She frowns, “Sure it does.” She flips the script open and thumbs to a page close to the end. “Judas lives, and so does the demon she summons.”
You raise your eyebrow at her, smiling in disbelief. “Are you seriously arguing with me about a script I wrote?” You jab at her playfully.
She’s fighting a smile, looking down at the pages. She looks back up at you and you can tell she’s ready to fight you on this. “You’ve left it open to interpretation. So it is whatever the reader thinks it is. I’m the reader. So I’m right.”
You scoff, a goofy smile plastered to your face. “I’ve never had anyone fight me on the content I’ve written in my life. You ma’am, are something else.”
“I’m your director and your star. So I hope you’re prepared to fight with me for the next year or so.”
Butterflies explode into your stomach. You think she might be flirting with you. Is she flirting with you? What the hell planet are you living on? It’s definitely too hot in there.The idea from yesterday that you might be dreaming returns to you. She’s eyeing you now, seeing if you’ll rise to the challenge. You’re nothing if not stubborn, so like a phoenix from the ashes, you do rise. Even if it’s clumsy and half-cocked. 
“I am ready and willing to argue with you at your every whim.” You blurt out. Seriously? You may as well roll over and expose your soft underbelly for the kill. 
Your answer seems to satisfy her because she leans back into her chair again, but she’s still eyeing you keenly over her mug. There’s a strangely comfortable silence that settles over the room, the two of you sipping your coffee. Jenna’s phone rings, breaking the silence and causing you both to flinch. She looks down at it, then back up at you.
“It’s my driver, do you mind?”
You shake your head no. You get up from your chair when she answers and head into your living room to give her some privacy. You flop onto your couch and pull up your phone, scrolling through tiktoks absently. After a few minutes, Jenna wanders into the room. She hesitates, but you gesture for her to sit down and she follows suit. She sits on the edge of the couch like she’s nervous to get comfortable, spinning the rings on her fingers. You wonder if it’s a nervous tick. 
She sucks in air through her teeth and looks at you, “So. I know we hardly know each other and everything but…my driver just got pulled away for something.” 
You stare at her blankly, not following. She screws up her mouth like she’s fighting against her better judgment and continues. 
“Would you mind if…like do you have any plans for today?” 
You frown, confused and still not following. “No. Just working on that dumpster fire over there.” You gesture to your laptop.
“Is it okay if I stay here for a few hours? Just while I wait for him to come back? I promise I’ll stay out of the way.”
If you were a cartoon, a bright yellow lightbulb would have popped over your head. Finally, you’re picking up what she’s laying down. “Of course!” You say, probably a little too enthusiastically judging by the look she gives you.
Jenna relaxes a bit, shifting back on the couch. It’s a good sign, you think, she’s getting comfortable. There’s a pile of screenplays stacked higher than her head next to the arm of the couch, and she glances over at them.
“May I?” She asks you, referring to the stacks of paper.
“Have at it. Most of them are shit.”
She tuts at you and grabs the ream at the top. You can’t remember which one it is, and you’re slightly nervous. She runs her finger along the page again, the same way she did with Secessus. You are beginning to realize she has a particular veneration for scripts. Which makes sense, seeing as they were the center of her career. But you think there’s more to it, she really loves something about the writing. 
“Haze,” she reads the title out loud.
You blanch, realizing it’s a very R-rated, very gay story. “Oh uh, that one is… underdeveloped.” 
She gives you a look, making you feel the need to justify yourself further. “It’s smut. Not good either. And very gay. Maybe not for your eyes.”
She blinks in surprise, and then interest alights her face. She opens to the first page and says, “I’ll decide what’s for my eyes and what’s not. You don’t need to entertain me,” she gestures back to your computer, “You can get back to work.” 
And that’s how you find yourself lying on your sectional, typing away. Jenna is curled up on the other side of the couch, reading your screenplays with her feet tucked up under her, heels discarded. Every once in a while, you glance over at her and secretly watch her chew on her cheek or twirl her hair as she reads. You’ve made her another cup of coffee and she sips it from time to time, savoring it. 
This is the second time you’ve been in her presence and you’re already beginning to feel like you could get used to this. It’s dangerous and hopeful, and you let it steer your writing as you dig yourself out of the hole you had fallen into earlier. Yeah, you could absolutely get used to this.
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Today marks three years of Dianthus existing! I made my first concept sketches for her on 11/20/23 💖 this also means it's been three years of Diathesterius! I sometimes use the date I uploaded Dia to toyhouse, the 21st, as the anniversary date just in case I'm late... but I managed to finish colouring this <3 I had actually wanted to do something for this earlier in the month, I even made some very elaborate plans for it... but it ended up not happening! Which is okay 💞 but I still wanted to draw a little wedding piece... so I did! I'll make something fancier when I have more time later on... 💝 I used my own handwriting here for authenticity, but at some point... I'd like to be able to rewrite in Greek for More authenticity <3 Uncropped version (and long rambling post) under the cut 💕 I get a little Vulnerable so don't read it if you're gonna be mean or else I'll like Get You or something
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I've made posts in the past talking about why Theseus and Asterius mean so much to me, but I don't think I've made one on why Dianthus herself means so much to me.. so for her own third year anniversary, I'll do that here! before I begin...! the fruit in dia's hair here are from the strawberry tree, arbutus unedo. I associate the tree and its fruit with Theseus but... it's honestly been so long, I don't remember exactly why! Just that, for some reason, I imagine thathis childhood home had a tree of these fruit blossoming just outside his mother's room, and thus he has fond memories of it. Lady Dianthus... she who loves all things pink, actively hates celery, and still has a job at the library despite being so fogetful and clumsy... she who met Theseus and immediately became obsessed because it was the first interesting thing to happen to her- not a parent or someone she's close to, but herself! her first time feeling as if she had a true purpose. She who didn't understand Theseus' obsession with Asterius until meeting he Minotaur, and promptly decided "he's not scary? he's not scary at all! he's just a cow!" I've made sona and the likes before Dia of course, but she was the first in a long time who was truly meant to resemble me in all ways (except for the setting, of course...). I made her design simple so I would easily be able to redraw her, and gave her one of my favourite palettes pink and green and cream and gold. At first I really didn't expect to get that attached to her... I went months without drawing her after her initial creation. but the more I drew her the more I realized how much fun I was having with her...! It's funny looking back on it... originally I had a much more comedic idea for her story, and di not intend to ship her with Theseus in any serious way. It was going to be a completely one-sided love (with Dianthus taking the role of "crazed fangirl" - which she still is, in a way). I'm sure it isn't a surprise but it didn't take me long at all to start drawing ship art of them, creating artworks and writing of Theseus and Asterius was a self indulgent joy for me, so why not selfship art too? I ended up invested, of course. Using Dia I put a lot of my own feelings into a story; a sense of otherness, her loneliness, feeling lost and out of place. I had removed it later on because I felt uneasy with how vulnerable it was, but at one put I had placed one of the most traumatic events of my life into Dia's story- sometimes I think about adding it back, because I know giving her an oppurtunity to open up about it with her beloveds would be something beneficial to Me irl(!). But that's besides the point here... she's a stubborn girl, sweet but arrogant is my usual go-to descriptor for her; that's how I think of myself too, just based on what I've been told (I have a hard time thinking of myself as nice, though others always say so to me...). That may be part of why I tend to look for those features in (fictional!) lovers... something feels good to me about being able to butt heads due to this shared traits, but still coming together and making amends despite it. I do think it's a little funny that the sonas I've gotten the most attached to so far- Dianthus, and now Nerine- have some sort of theme of death with them. Dianthus is literally a ghost, and Nerine is metaphorically one (and maybe liteally, if I ever make up my mind...). Maybe that's just fitting for me, though... hmm... I'm not sure what else I want to say here... I think of Dianthus as "Me but in Hades Game / Ancient Greek context." Of course some events that happen in her life didn't happen to me, or, sometimes, I dramatize it (Dia's mother leaving her and her father to become the wife of a god was inspired by the fact that for the first few yers of my life, my parents were separated... but they always had a positive relationship with one another! Unlike Dia's parents), but she's become a big par
t of me all the same. Just as I am happy and hoping to spend many more years with Theseus and Asterius, I hope to spend many more years with her as well. i think that's all I'll write for now <3 if you read this thank you for being curious enough about me to be interested in all this 😭
btw, here's the first ever post of her... (yes thats my priv </3 i briefly unlocked it to search for this... don't try and follow me over there though it's crazy over there)
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Meet Theodore Hoffman of San Francisco. He was only 22 years old when he was outed as trans in 1902. The young bellboy's interviews and op-eds represent a rare case of early transgender self-narrative. He was so clearly trans I wish I could reach across time and give him a vial of testosterone.
“I always wanted to be a boy; I always wanted to do things like one," he explained, "I can remember my mother telling me that when I was 1 1/2 years old [in 1882] I always wanted to wear my little brother's clothes. The wish has never left me."
He was orphaned at age 10 in 1890. The young man lived with relatives in Oregon over the following years before traveling to his first bellboy job in Los Angeles. At 21, his move gave him the opportunity to transition. As one reporter put it, "the impulse to be a boy was too strong."
Even though it was 1902, Theo did not think of his gender as a transgression. He wrote, "This is supposed to be a free country, and yet they arrest a person who is quietly minding his own business. And I say 'his' business because I never think of myself as a woman at all."
"When I was 21, I decided to become a man - I was of age, so why not?" Theo found employment at the swanky Nadeau Hotel in Los Angeles. The hotel had the first electric elevator in the city and he served important leaders, politicians, and celebrities from around the world.
Another bellboy, "Little Liz," soon became jealous of Theo's popularity. They fought in the lot outside the hotel after Theo picked up the nickname "Big Liz." He realized he had to find another hotel and soon left for San Francisco by stowing away on a freight train.
Theodore was finally caught at a SF restaurant by an onlooker who recognized him from before his transition. She alerted the police who swiftly arrested him for breaking crossdressing laws. He later lamented, "It is too bad to spoil a good bell boy by trying to make a woman of him."
In jail, Theodore announced he would continue to wear trousers when he got out. This is quite important as it discredits the idea that he simply wanted to reap the benefits of manhood. He had nothing to gain by declaring himself male but continued to anyway. He was trans.
He wished to continue as a bellboy even after he was released from jail. He explained: "To be a bell boy is like getting behind the scenes at the theatre."
The final mentions of Theodore note that he was not charged for his transgression. Despite this amazing story, there's next to no writing on him over the past 120 years! I hope this thread will draw more attention to his narrative.
Theo paved the way for other trans people of his era. He wasn't able to end the unfair crossdressing laws but he helped acclimate California to a new wave of gender trouble. I hope he was able to live the rest of his life in pants. As he put it, "With trousers I get freedom."
Theodore wrote a short autobiography for the unsympathetic SF Examiner in 1902. They blamed his gender upon "trashy novel reading" (not unlike the "social contagion" moral panic today). The full article is fascinating and a great read: www.transreads.org/adventures-in-trousers/
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The Gangsta's Wife (Part 3)
DESCRIPTION: The Shelby's have started to welcome you slowly into the family and start to show you how the business works but things take a dark turn.
A/N: I am hoping to write a lot more over the upcoming weeks of the various stories I'm writing. However I am not sure when I will be able to write them or post them. I will try and do it as often as possible.
WORD COUNT: 2418
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WARNINGS: swearing, threatening of violence, mildy toxic relationship
DISCLAIMERS
This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
This story will not follow the timeline of the show. But I hope you enjoy.
You sit in the gambling shop. Waiting for the rest of the family to show up. Arthur and John walk in, their cheery mood cut short as they see you. "What are you doing here?" Arthur says.
"I was asked to join this meeting by Mr Shelby"
"You aren't part of this family. And this is a family meeting. So get the fuck out"
"She won't do that" Tommy says as he walks into the room. "She is my wife and therefore a member of the family. So she should get a say in how we run our business. Understood?" he looks at his brothers who stay silent. The lack of an answer being enough for him apparently "good. Now we just wait for Pol". As if on cue she walks through. The soft smile on her face dropping as she walks into the room, seeing you.
"Why is she here?"
"Because she's family" Thomas says. She looks at him. A silent look being exchanged between the two of them before he keeps talking "I had a discussion with her last night and she says she wants to be a part of this business. So Florence will be joining us for future meetings. If you have a problem with that then you can talk to me about it afterwards" he looks at everyone in the room before he talks again.
"Our first matter is about Harry Thompson. He has been bribing our men. He has a lot of money and power so has been able to take some of our good men. Making them fight for him and not for us. Arthur, John, and myself are meeting with him later today. We are going to negotiate with him to leave Birmingham"
He takes out a cigarette, lighting it and quickly puffing on it before speaking again. "The second matter is regards to our money. I've had to relocate it due to someone deciding to take a large sum of it. I'm working on finding out who and I will deal with them when the time comes. But I trust everyone in this room to know that I have moved it to a safe in the Garrison". He takes another puff of his smoke "would anyone like to add anything else?". Soft no's being heard around the room.
"If that's everything then we should be going. Arthur. John" he heads out the room. His brothers following him. As the door shuts you go to head out as well. Polly walks in front of you, facing you as you stop in your tracks. The fun and friendly atmosphere (the small amount of it anyway) changing in a heartbeat as she keeps her eyes on yours.
"What are you playing at?"
"Excuse me?" you hear the front door shut. Knowing its just you and your aunt-in-law remaining in the house.
"We both know that I told Thomas about you eavesdropping on him. Yet now you've worked your way into the family meeting. I want to know what you did to him" you stay silent. Eyes on hers as she gives you a glare very similar to that of your husbands.
"We did have a discussion. We talked about the situation that you brought up to him. It's sorted now. I simply told him the truth"
"About the rats?" she scoffs before you can answer "Only an idiot would take that story of rats in walls and all that crap. I'm not an idiot Florence. I know you're up to something"
"I'm not up to anything Miss Gray. He asked me for the truth and I gave it to him. He is my husband, I have no intentions to lie to him. If he asks me for the truth I'll give him the truth. It doesn't give me any benefits to lie to him" she comes close to you, pulling a long needle from her hair as she holds it close to your throat. Feeling the end of it nipping at your neck. You tense every muscle in your body as to not flinch away. Clenching your fists in an effort to stop them shaking.
"I don't know what kind of spell you've put Tommy under but I will break it. He will see the manipulation you've put onto him. Then I'll sit back and watch with pleasure as he breaks you". Although you felt a fear in your body you maintained eye contact with her as you manage to keep your composure. A few beats of silence before she moves the needle away. Placing it back into her hair as she straightens out her jacket before walking out of the room. Letting out a breath you weren't aware that you were holding.
You go back to your house. Going inside you shut your eyes. Back pressed against the door as you let the full fear finally catch up to you. Taking a few deep breaths before opening your eyes again. Feeling tears pricking at them as you straighten out your dress. Hands shaking over the soft material. One day you'll be able to be in this family and not have your life threatened by one of them. Pushing your hair behind your ears.
You look at the small table in your hallway. A letter adressed to you written onto it. You pick it up, recognising the handwriting you open it quickly.
'Dear Florence,
I am celebrating my 40th birthday party this weekend at my house up in London. I would love if you could join. Feel free to bring any plus one that you have. Come on the Saturday morning and stay the night. I hope to see you then.
Your friend,
Vanessa Smith'
You smile at the kind words. Folding the letter and placing it back into the envelope. Not realising how much you needed a friendly note. You went upstairs and placed it onto your bedside table.
You spent the day doing your house hold chores. Cleaning, cooking, so on and so on. So when you'd put the girls to bed you retired yourself. Grabbing a cup of tea and a book as you do some light reading in the comfort of your bed after a busy day of house work. The door opens to your bedroom, an obvious attempt to be quiet as its slowly opened. You look at the doorway, seeing Thomas walking in. You go slightly tense as you see him. You hadn't seen him since this morning so you were still slightly tense from the interaction you had with him and his family. But you try and hide it quickly by smiling sweetly at him. He shuts the door behind him, turning to look at you.
"Did I wake you?" you shake your head
"No I was reading"
"At this late hour?" you tilt your head slightly, a soft frown on your brow as he looks at his pocket watch "its nearly two in the morning"
"Fuck" you let out a soft laugh as you look away from him. "I wondered why I was tired". He starts to disrobe as you continue speaking "how did the meeting with Mr Thompson go?".
"It went well" you nod slightly. Moving a few items from your bedside table to make room for your book. He starts to unbutton his shirt "who's the letter from?"
"Oh" you look at the envelop in your hand then back at him "its just from my friend up in London. She's having a party but I probably wont go". He undoes the last button of his shirt, keeping the fabric over his shoulders as he reaches a hand forward
"May I read it?". Although he asks it as a question, and although you know you have every right to say no, you obediently hand him over the envelope. Wanting to show him that you have nothing to hide and that you will be truthful with him. He takes it out, reading the letter quickly. A flash of emotion going through his eyes as he reads the paper. "Why weren't you going?"
"Its' a full weekend and I wouldn't like to leave my sisters for that long. Plus its a long way to go by myself" he nods. Placing the paper back into the envelope before handing it back to you.
"I think we should go"
"We?"
"Yes. We are married and it says that you can bring a plus one. It makes the most sense to take your husband. How about it, eh?"
"I can't leave Elizabeth and Mary for that long. I-"
"John and Arthur will be here to look after them. Make sure they stay out of trouble" you scoff slightly, causing him to give you a look of confusion
"All do respect to your brothers but they're the likeliest to get them into trouble". A smile ghosts his lips as he nods
"I agree with you on that one" he thinks for a moment "I'll ask Ada to come over. She can help run my businesses whilst I'm away, plus she can keep an eye on yor sisters for you. Would that be better for you?". You bite at your bottom lip
"I wouldn't want to be any trouble to her. If its an inconvenience for her then I'd rather just not go" he nods slightly as he takes his shirt off fully, placing it over the chair in the room. He has his back to you as he undoes his trousers
"I'll ask her tomorrow. See what she says"
It was Saturday morning. Thomas had asked his sister a few days ago to which she had said yes. To be honest, you were hoping she'd say no. But here she was, Thomas telling her everything that she needed to know the day you were meant to be going. You did feel a lot happier leaving your sisters and house with Ada in charge, but that doesn't mean you were overly excited about leaving as a whole. Your sister in law seeming to see this, coming over to you and taking your hands in hers after you've placed your belongings into the back of the car.
"I promise that I will look after your sisters. I did last time you went away" she smiles softly at you as you nod. Gripping her hands tightly before letting go.
"Thank you Miss Thorne" she keeps her smile soft as you let go of her hands, tucking your hair behind your ears as you then bite at your thumb.
"Have you got everything you need?" she asks. You nod in response, motioning at a trunk in the back of the car
"Got a nice outfit for both me and Mr Shelby for when we get there, then a normal yet fancy outfit for Sunday when we drive back" she nods as you straighten out your dress "I should go and say goodbye to Lizzie and Mary. Excuse me" you go inside, poking your head into the living room. "Girls?" They both turn to face you, the older not looking at you as she folds her arms over her torso. Mary speaks up
"Do you have to go?" you nod, going over and kneeling in front of them
"I'm sorry girls. But you'll have a great time with Miss Thorne. Do as she asks ok? Please?" Mary nods. You look at Lizzie, who feels your eyes on her. Giving a very, very slight nod. You smile, a sadness in your eyes as you hug them both. "I love you two. So very much. I'll see you on Sunday, ok?" more nodding as they hug you back. Well, the younger does. The older keeps her arms folded as you force the affection onto her. You move away from them, smiling as you stand up. Going back out to the car you say goodbye to Ada who is still waiting. Getting into the car next to Tommy as he starts driving.
You arrive at your destination. A man comes over to your car after you park "any luggage?" you nod, motioning behind you and into the car. He nods, grabbing your bags "please follow me". You get out the car, following behind the man as Thomas stands next to you. Taking in the ornate building in front of you. You get to the entry way of the house. "If you'd like to follow me down this way, your rooms are on the first floor" you go to follow just as you hear a voice speaking.
"I don't believe it. Florence?" you turn, seeing your friend walking down the staircase. She nearly runs as she comes over and hugs you. You hug her back "You actually came". She moves away from the hug, holding your face between her palms as she looks at you, causing you to smile. She drops your face as she sees Thomas, her smile not faltering as she looks at him "and who is this?". He holds his hand out for her to shake
"Thomas Shelby. Florence's husband". Her smiles wavers marginally at the name. But she takes his hand, shaking it.
"Vanessa Smith". She looks at you as she drops his hand "You didn't tell me you got married?" she looks at you
"Its a recent thing, only happened a few months ago" she nods slightly, looking at the man as he keeps his eyes on her. "When are your other guests arriving?" you ask
"Some are already here. They are in the living room" she holds her hand out for you to take "I must show you your room for the weekend though". You take both her hands as she leads you to your room. Thomas following behind. Going into the bedroom you beam as you look around
"Its beautiful" you whisper. Going over to the wooden furniture, running your hand over the delicate features.
"I will leave you two alone. Guests are arriving at 2 so you have a couple of hours before then" she smiles "please come join me once you've settled" she turns, walking out the door and shutting it behind her. You hear the tapping of her heels on the floor outside. You go over to your bags, opening it and rummaging through. Finding your perfume you spray some of it onto your wrists and neck. Placing it back into your bag before turning to Thomas
"We should go and see them Mr Shelby" he nods, holding his arm out for you to take. Which you do.
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yelenasdiary · 1 year
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Can I request a wandanatxreader or one of them with us.
Okay so I had a rough day, I’m one to suffer with body image and how I apply makeup and stuff. And I felt confident today until my family said something. We were going out for dinner and then my whole mood got changed and I was down the rest of the night that I couldn’t even enjoy the dinner.
Can you do something like this? I know it’s more of me ranting rn, but I just need some comfort.
Our Girl
Pairing: WandaNat x Reader
Summary: Wanda and Nat comfort you after a work dinner goes to shit.  
Fluff | Comfort | Angst | Body Image Issues | Basically Bullying | Mentions of Anxiety | Light Language Warning | 1.2K |
Translations: moya lyubov' (my love), dorogoy (sweetheart), lyubov' (love), 
AC: I wasn’t comfortable writing this as if family were being little pricks so I changed it to a work party setting, I hope that’s okay! Also, try not to think too much about what others say, I know it’s hard but I’m putting all my bets on the fact you looked amazing that night and your family were jealous xx I hope you’re doing okay & thank you for sending my first ever WandaNat request! 
*Please do not take credit for this photo I made*
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"Are you sure I look okay, I don't know if this outfit looks good on me" you asked your girlfriends as your eyes fell to the floor. "Baby, you look amazing!" Natasha smiled softly as she walked over to you, lifting your head up with her thumb under your chin. "You're worrying too much pumpkin, you're breath-taking!" Wanda added as she walked up, stopping to give you a kiss on the cheek. 
"You guys are jus-"
"Don't even finish that sentence" Nat raised a brow at you, "You look beyond beautiful, anybody who doesn't see that can answer to myself or Wanda" she added before pulling you in for a hug, "stop stressing moya lyubov'" Natasha whispered. "We don't want to be late, let's go" Wanda opened the front door. If it wasn't for her, you and Natasha would be late for a lot of things. 
Natasha drove while Wanda sat in the back with you, she could see your anxiety was starting to take its toll, the worry and fear on your face crushed her as she placed a hand over yours, "Look at me honey" she spoke softly. You looked over to her and smiled softly, she always had this aura about her that made you forget the world around you. "It's just a silly work party, we'll go, have a couple of drinks, pick at the finger food and mingle with a few people. If at any point it's too much, we'll go" Wanda assures you as her thumb rubs over your knuckles. 
You'll never understand how Wanda was always able to clear your worries and fears but you were always so thankful for that power of hers. You took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, a wave of confidence came over you as you smiled back at your girlfriend, "thank you Wands" you said as you lent over and kissed her softly. 
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For most of the afternoon, your work party went well. You, Natasha and Wanda stuck close to each other as you introduced them to your co-workers and of course, Natasha couldn't help herself and kept one hand draped around your waist. Your boss and Wanda seemed to have kicked things off well or maybe it was because they both loved to garden in their free time. It wasn't until the two women that for some reason disliked you came up to you and your girlfriends that things went downhill after that.
"Nat, Wanda, this is Sadie and Sarah" you smiled kindly as you introduced your partners. Of course they already knew who they were the moment you said their names and almost instantly Natasha's cold glare was glued to them until you gave her a begging "please be nice" look. 
"It's lovely to meet you both" Wanda reached her hand out with a smile. "You too" Sadie mumbled as she took Wanda's hand as though it was almost too much for her to do. "I see you went with an interesting outfit for this evening, Y/n" Sarah spoke as she looked you up and down causing Natasha to frown slightly. 
"Oh this? it was just something I had lying around" you replied quickly before Natasha could say a word. "Yeah, we can see that" Sadie turned her nose up which didn't help the burning anger building within Natasha. "Best you leave the sales talking to us, wouldn't want any buyers to get the wrong idea now, would we?" Sadie added. It didn't take much but the way both girls looked you up and down with disgust made your mood drop, you sighed and nodded at Sadie's words in defeat and not wanting to cause a scene. 
"Excuse me? Wrong idea? What is that supposed to mean?" Natasha asked, slightly pulling you closer to her.
"Nat, please, it's fine" you turned to her and whispered.
"No dorogoy, it's not fine" Wanda stepped in, "if you have something to say, say it or don't bother" She tilted her head slightly at the two women who worked with you.
"I just meant that we don't need whatever this is to make the company look bad, I mean, no disrespect but I don't think our boss would appreciate a sloppy look and hack job attempt to apply some make up to try and sell our product" Sadie explained before sipping her drink. 
"Hack job and sloppy? I'll tell you what's sloppy and hack job attempt!" Natasha took a step forward, "Nat, please!" you begged when her voice began to rise.
"Let's start with how that dress you're wearing is extremely too small I'm surprised you can even breathe let along have a drink while wearing that. I don't think almost whoring yourself out is something your boss would want to gain some sales, would they? Oh and let's not forget how much of a hack job you've done with those hair extensions and that necklace you're wearing, we can all tell they are cubic zirconia diamonds!" Natasha's strong eye contact made Sadie look small and you swore you could see a few tears building in her eyes. 
"Honey, that's enough" Wanda gently placed a hand over Natasha's lower back, "Basically what Natasha is saying is that if either of you ever, and I mean ever, speak to our girl like that again it won't just be a few things Natasha mentions. A little tip of advice, take it as you will but that foundation isn't your tone and next time you want to try blending it in with your neck" Wanda smiled softly at the two women, "now, if you don't mind I believe Y/n has some sales to make seeing as she's already made 7 tonight" she added. 
Both Sadie and Sarah looked over at you and smiled softly as if to excuse themselves before they walked away. Nat and Wanda turned to you and saw the hurt written all over your face. "lyubov', don't listen to them. They clearly just wanted to try and make themselves feel better" Wanda pulled you close, "you're so beautiful and you look so, so in creditably beautiful tonight. I'm so proud of you for coming tonight, I know it wasn't something you wanted to do but look at you" she smiled softly once more. 
"Wands is right baby, you're so strong. If we had of known just how badly those little shits were, we would've said something a lot sooner. You don't need to let them walk all over you, honestly baby" Natasha's hand found its way to your lower back, "you're our beautiful and strong girl! Fuck everybody else in this room, you're the real diamond here" she added with a wink as you smiled at her words. 
"I don't think I will ever be able to understand how I have the world's best women, I love you both so much, thank you" you replied as you looked between them both. 
"You don't have to thank us darling; we weren't going to just let them do that and walk away" Wanda brushed a lock of your hair out of your face, "We love you more than words could ever explain" she added. "And much more than actions could show" Natasha said, "let's go get that last sale and get out of here. I think our girl deserves a much-needed vacation after tonight" Nat suggested as she kissed you softly. 
"I couldn't agree more!" Wanda said before kissing you as well. 
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Watching the Sunset Together
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Character(s): Rolan
Type of Request: NPC Winter Event Thingy
Note(s): I literally saw this post earlier today and decided I wanted to write drabbles/oneshots (whatever I have inspo with at the time) for various characters. Except I wanted to specifically do it for NPC's.
Since this is so very last minute, I'm only really seeing what NPC's you guys want to see stuff for and if I think it fits (or if I vibe with the NPC) then I'll choose which of these days to write for them. I went with Rolan for number 1 because I love him dearly and this idea came very easily to me.
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If there was one thing Rolan could say he loved about Ramazith's Tower, it would be the view. Standing outside the tower and looking down at the city below him, seeing how small everything looks from this height, it really puts things into perspective. Not only that, but seeing the ocean of the docks in the distance and watching the sun begin its descent over the water gave him a sense of calm, of peace.
"Well, it was peaceful," Rolan says aloud, an amused smile on his face when he hears the noise of the portal behind him.
He half expects it to be one of his siblings, mainly Lia, wanting to try one of the "weird Wizard things" in the tower. When he glances back, there's a pleasantly surprised look in his eyes as he sees you.
"And what brings you here? Was my illusion downstairs still no fun?" He asks, smiling a bit as he remembers the conversation you've both had about his little illusion and how you grew bored with making faces at it due to not getting a reaction. He had told you that his siblings say the same thing.
"Not quite, it just doesn't have the same smugness you do," you reply and Rolan rolls his eyes playfully before stepping aside on the balcony so you can join him if you want. He just barely suppresses the happy smile when you do stand next to him. Rolan makes sure his damned tail is coiled around his leg so it doesn't go to yours.
"Oh? Then what brought about this visit?" He inquires, a tad curious as he tries to not be too hopeful about whatever reason you might have.
"Just decided to visit and see how you're holding up," you answer and he suppresses the contented purr that wants to pop up. You've heard his purr before and teased him for being exactly like a cat, to which he defended himself profusely before pouting. The laughter that escaped your lips afterwards almost made him purr again, not that he'd admit it.
"Busy. I've had to deal with a lot of Lorroakan's former associates. Some of them being very happy that the place is under new management while others, not so much." Rolan noticed the concerned look on your face and he gave you a teasing smile. "What? You don't think I can handle myself by now?"
"Considering what a piece of work that bastard was, you can't blame me for being worried about what his friends might be like."
"Aw, you're worried about me?" He teases more and chuckles happily when you playfully shove him in response. In the past, he might've been insulted that you worried, but now it makes his heart beat a bit faster.
"Seems you enjoy me worrying, judging by your purring." His chuckling stops momentarily as he makes a face when he realizes that at some point he did, in fact, start purring at the banter between you two. A scoff escapes him and he rolls his eyes when you start laughing this time. His "annoyance" fades easily as he takes in your happy features and how they're accented from the rays of the setting sun in the background. He has to look away to glance back out to the cityscape, glad that his skin is already red enough to hide any blushing he might be doing.
"Things have been rather peaceful lately," Rolan says, changing the subject. "It's nice being able to finally relax after everything and just look at the sunset."
He hears a contemplative hum from you and he glances over for a moment, your eyes locked on him.
"The view is rather lovely," you agree softly and he feels his heart thrum faster. A slow smile crawls onto his lips before his eyes move back to the sunset, as do yours. He's glad you don't mention his tail that has wrapped around your leg gently as he stands a tad closer to you, his eyes glancing back to you for a moment more.
"That it is."
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Part Two: Everyone Knows
One Part Two Three Four
Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.4k (w/ some social media au)
Warnings: My own terrible example of Twitter environment, everybody basically feeling physical pain watching Mick and Y/n, hopefully thinking for the rest of the season
A/N: Part 2! We've got a part 2! This was so fun to write, you guys have no idea. The social media stuff took quite a bit of brain power (now have even more respect to writers that do smau a lot) but I think I got it, kinda. Be kind to me there, okay, it's my first time doing something like that. But I'm proud of the job I've done with this and I hope you all like it too!! Love you all!!💖💛💖💛
Tagged: @thisismeracing @omgsuperstarg
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   Mick let out a sigh of relief as he saw you strolling toward him, a bounce in your step that causes your hair, which was down today, to sway with your movements. The smile and little wave that you gave him once you spotted him made his chest tighten and the act of breathing more difficult. He waved back, then lowered his hand slightly when you were stopped by the same woman who you were thanking last night while coming out of the press room. She hands you what looks like a pass and then a business card before briskly walking to the next place she needs to be. You finally reach Mick and give him an exaggerated wide smile.
   “You’re not wearing your glasses.” He now had an unobstructed view of your alluring brown eyes as they looked at him innocently.
   “Yeah, when I know I have more writing and note taking to do, it's just nicer to be wearing my glasses.” You stopped your words and rolled your eyes at your own bluff before looking back to Mick, who sported adorably scrunched eyebrows. “And...I also actually gave myself time to get ready this morning so I was able to put in my contacts. This was also partially because I realized, like, half way back to my hotel that I had no idea what time we were meeting and that I wasn’t able to ask you because I didn’t have your number.” Your hand movements got more vigorous as your explanation went on, which was highly amusing to Mick who wished you would keep talking just so he could keep watching you. “So, that was my night and morning. Plus getting my article done and sent to the website I am writing for this weekend.”
   “Wow, busy night…and morning.” Mick got lost for a moment, tracing the ends of the silk wrap that you had tied like a headband and how it draped with your locs that reach midway past your shoulder blades. He shook himself back to the present. “Uh, here’s your pass.”
   “Oh, thank you. I also got one to get into media pit after the practice sessions, qualifying and the race, I think, from Julie...the girl I was just talking to. She was so sweet and let me stay in the press room to get all of my notes and stuff together after everything was done and she gave this to me just because I helped her straighten the room up.” Watching you gush about this encounter makes Mick’s heart warm, glad that his new friend has had a positive experience at her first race so far. That’s right. You're his new friend. That’s why his pulse starts to race at even the thought of you. Why looking into your eyes is just as good as getting a hug. Why he can’t help but smile when you smile, and wants to be the reason for it. This is what happens when you make a new friend, right?
   “That’s awesome! I’m glad your day started on the right foot.” Mick’s smile was bright and genuine. “Um, let’s exchange numbers real quick so you won’t have to worry about when to get ready next time.” Next time. Something in you reacts at the thought of being able to spend another race weekend with Mick looking after you. He has been very friendly over the past day. You hope that there will be a next time, because you want nothing more than to be closer friends with Mick. To be able to spend more time with him.
   After exchanging phones to input phone numbers, you and Mick enter the Mercedes motorhome, saying hello to people who pass and being introduced to anyone that stays long enough to talk. That’s all that Mick wanted to do. Introduce you to anybody and everybody you two come across, but this feeling conflicts with a flint of selfishness from wanting to keep you to himself and stay in the intimate cocoon you guys were the previous night. Still, he introduces you and eventually things calm down for a while and you guys get some time to talk. It was just comfy small talk sprinkled with important details about yourselves. After the 45 minute lull in Friday festivities you knew more about Mick’s sister and her competitive horse riding and what he does when he goes home to Switzerland, and he knew about your recent move to LA and a bit about your journey to becoming a freelance journalist. There were also an ungodly number of dog pictures shown between the two of you. The commotion picked up a bit suddenly which caused you both to automatically look towards the door to see Lewis enter. Through the automatic glass door you can see George and Carmen, exchanging a few more words before giving each other a kiss goodbye and going their separate ways. George inside the motorhome and Carmen off to some other area of the paddock, waving in through the window before leaving.
   You and Mick stand from your seats to head over to the two Mercedes drivers, but you trailed behind Mick, nervous to be so up close and personal. You listen and them exchange brief hellos and bro hugs, and give a polite grin when Lewis looks towards you, his face instantly letting you know that he recognized you. “I remember you from yesterday, uh, gosh I’m sorry I don’t think I remember your name.” From the face Lewis had, you could tell that he was racking his brain to remember, but you just reach out your hand to introduce yourself.
   “Y/n Y/l/n. It’s nice to see you again.” As you were introducing yourself, Mick guided you just in front of him, standing slightly off to his left but close enough to feel his body heat radiating, warming your legs which were exposed since you were wearing shorts. You could feel his eyes on you as you shook Lewis' and George’s hands.
   “Yes, that’s it. Geez, I’m sorry. The question you asked yesterday was good though.” A large smile popped on your face at the compliment. You adjusted the cream colored tote bag on your shoulder to occupy your hands that wanted to find Mick’s that you knew were somewhere close.
   “Woah, your shoes! Those are quite cool!” George’s comment sends everyone's attention, including your own, to the custom Air Force 1’s you wore that had a sunflower design on the toebox and along the swoosh. Your most recent splurge, sans the British Grand Prix trip.
   “Your entire fit is rocking actually! Yesterday’s too.” As you partially shy away from the compliments that were being thrown your way, Mick takes the moment to get a good look at you. He saw how you had your hair when you got to the paddock this morning, but his focus on your face kept his eyes away from the black cropped halter top you wore underneath a cream colored linen button up that remained unbuttoned and your jean cutoffs that worked wonders for your legs. You swapped the larger hoop earrings you wore yesterday for smaller ones, still gold to match the layered necklaces you wore. You shift your tote bag further up your shoulder.
   “Yeah, you look amazing today.” Even though all three Mercedes drivers were complimenting you simultaneously, your attention immediately went to Mick upon the sound of his voice.
   “Thank you.” You voice was soft and accidentally went up an octave, but neither of you noticed as sappy grins grew on both of your faces. With you two in your own realm for the moment, Lewis and George were both left to watch the longing between you two then, after looking at each other with the same knowing look, Lewis cleared his throat to bring you guys back to Earth.
   “You gonna be in the garage all weekend, Y/n?” You couldn’t help but smile with Lewis’ gapped smile, but look towards Mick briefly, telepathically asking if what he gave you was a multiday pass.
   “Oh, yeah. The pass is for the rest of the weekend.” Mick stuffs his hands in his pockets, which seems to be the only thing he can ever think of to stop himself from wanting to touch you.
“I guess I am.” You laugh, shrugging then grabbing onto your bag handle with both hands.
“Alright! I guess I’ll see you later then.” Lewis shakes your hand and turns to go further back into the motorhome, waiting for George.
“It was very nice to meet you Y/n.” George 
   Once they were out of earshot, George lightly elbowed Lewis to get his attention. “You saw what I saw, right?”
   “Yeah, I did.” Was all Lewis could muster. He knew that this was going to be excruciating to watch.
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ynthewriter An exciting race and new friends are what the British grand prix is about 🏁
Also my article for @motorsportcom is up now!!! "Should Red Bull be Worried about Mercedes' Hastened Improvement?"
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chels2001 Came for the black F1 fan representation, stayed for Mick being your "new friend"
schumimick Us Merc fans gotta stay delusional together
mickschumacher It was lovely meeting you yn! Hope we can hang out again soon! 😊
↳ mercfanf1 ARIANA! WHAT R U DOIN HERE!? HAHA
↳ ynthewriter Thank you for the navigational help! And I've already started to plan our next hang out 🖊️📒
tanirose98 I was so glad to see @kymillman add a black girl to his Women of the Paddock post!!! Her fit was so cute 🥺
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Spa
   You leaned your head onto Mick’s shoulder while laughing at the joke bouncing between the two of you, Esteban watching the interaction from across the table. Esteban took a bite of his food before interjecting sarcastically. “No, no. That’s fine. Laugh at my misfortune.”
   “How can we not laugh at a video of your kart just drifting out of frame…” You couldn’t finish your explanation as you began hysterically laughing, Mick and Esteban joining into the angelic, contagious sound. Mick saw tears starting to fall from your eyes due to your laughter and swiftly grabbed a napkin for you, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Esteban.
   “It was wet! They're lucky that I didn’t take everybody behind me out too.” You chuckle at his hilariously disgruntled rebuttal and take a drink from the wine glass in front you.
   “That’s true. But to be fair, that would have made it ten times funnier.” Mick jokes with his friend then reaches around the back of your chair, moving one of your locs off of your shoulder before ultimately resting his hand on the chair. You all take the well needed lull in the moment to eat some more of the food in front of you guys, look around at the quaint Belgian restaurant you guys decided to have dinner at Wednesday night before the race weekend began.
   “That motorsport article was good. A lot of good insight on how not just Mercedes, but most of the grid is starting to catch up to Red Bull.” You smile at the acclaim given to you by Esteban, briefly turning your head toward Mick when you feel his hand rubbing your shoulder for a moment. 
   “Thank you. So many comments are saying that I’m delusional, but they’ll see. Motorsport obviously published it for a reason.” You start to dab at your eye when it starts to feel like something was in it and excuse yourself to the bathroom after politely turning down Mick’s offer to look for the offending object himself, leaving just Esteban and Mick at the table.
   “She’s nice. But, I feel like I’m sensing something between you two.” Esteban flicks a finger from Mick to the direction that you went.
   “We’re just friends.” Mick flashes an innocent, unknowing smile. “She’s nice to have around and talk to, and I hope she thinks the same about me.”
   Esteban’s eyes widened in shock at the genuine comment from his friend, surprised at the naivety. “Okay.” He gives an exaggerated nod, deciding not to say anything else as a means to keep his own sanity, grinning at you when you return and sit back down, Mick’s attention completely on you.
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Monza
   “You what!?” You walk out of the bathroom of your hotel room, face still lathered with face wash as you stare at Mick sitting on your bed.
   “I’m racing this weekend.” You gave him no reaction at first, going back to rinse your face off, put your glasses on and stand in front of him, staring at him, analyzing his facial features. His eyes that you have recently noticed look at you with a certain sense of longing, smile lines next to the mouth grinning up at you, hair flopped back due to his head positioning and messy due to his participation in the second practice session that day. You get back to the matter at hand.
   “One more time. In my good ear, please.” You exaggeratedly flip your locs away from your ear leaning closer to Mick, making him chuckle. Your close proximity allows him to get a whiff of your sweet smelling hair.
   “I’m racing this weekend. George is pretty sick and so they decided that it would be best for me to drive tomorrow. And since I would be driving in qualifying, they decided I should just drive through the rest of the weekend.”
   “Wow. I mean, I’m sorry to hear about George, I’ll need to text him.” You sidebar, looking around from your stationary position for your phone, quickly giving up. “But that’s awesome! What!” You instinctively wrap your arms around Mick’s neck in a hug, having to bend down for a moment as he was still seated on the bed in front of you, but he gently stands up, slowly changing the angle of the hug.
   “I know. I feel like I should be nervous, but I’m really just excited, you know?” The way he looked at you displayed the pure joy that he was feeling, and you couldn’t help but share that joy, wanting to make sure he keeps this joy. About 30 seconds into the quiet moment of you two, you realize simultaneously you were still embraced, your arms draped over Mick’s shoulders and Mick’s arms wrapped around your waist. You guys break apart, pausing for a beat before Mick continues. “I, uh, also was wondering if you wanted to head to the circuit with me tomorrow?”
   You were about to agree, but then Mick’s unsure smile to the request reminded you that he has been riding his motorcycle to the track the past two days, hence the reason you haven’t arrived with him. “On that death machine? No.” You shake your head, your locs shaking side to side.
   “Please? I would think if I were to have a good luck charm, it would show up with me.” His smile was now more convincing, boyish, like he’s trying to convince you to give him some ice cream.
   “Good luck charm, huh?” You try to keep a straight, skeptical face as Mick comically nods his head. On the inside, though, you were mush at the thought of Mick saying you were his good luck charm. You sigh. “I guess flattery gets you some places, Schumacher. Fine, I’ll do it.”
   “Thank you, really. I promise I’ll be careful, but you’ll be surprised at how fun it is.” He brings you into a hug as he speaks, cradling your head briefly before pulling away. “And if tomorrow comes and you really don’t want to get on the bike, that is okay.” You guys exchange mundane comments and goodbyes before Mick leaves your room to head back to his own, leaving you with a feeling in your heart that you shake off before finishing your night routine.
__Friday, Autodromo Nazionale di Monza___
   Mick stops his bike near the paddock with you still clutching his waist, before your ears registers the lack of sound from the bike. Though the ride itself was adrenaline riddled, you were comforted by Mick’s scent surrounding you, not only from hugging him close as he steered, but also from having to wear his backpack during the ride. You climb off and remove your helmet, regaining your composure as you wait for Mick to remove his helmet to hand him his bag and rearrange your tote on your shoulder that hand to be sandwiched between you two. You guys then begin to head toward the paddock entrance, stopping to say hello to fans standing nearby, then entering, which happened to be at the same time as Toto and Susie Wolff. They’re attention was initially on someone explaining a piece of business that you didn’t pay attention to, but then Toto called Mick over, leaving you and Susie to greet each other.
   “You must be Y/n. I have heard a lot about you.” You shake the hand of the lady in front of you, starstruck.
   “Mrs. Wolff, it’s so nice to meet you. I hope it’s all good things you’ve heard.” You give her a spritely smile, and though she returns the gesture, your nerves still get to you.
   “Trust me dear, it’s all been great. And call me Susie, please.” You see that her attention moved to just behind you which prompts you to turn and look, seeing Julie hesitantly approach as to not rudely interrupt the conversation.
   “Hi, sorry. I just wanted to give you these. Just a little thank you for helping me out with set up and clean up and honestly with basically everything else.” She hands you two 4-day press passes that you smile at, confused. “For Vegas and Abu Dhabi.” You go to thank her, but with a wink, she swiftly leaves to her next task.
   “Oh, those are a hot commodity.” Susie’s voice inflection makes you feel even more special than Julie’s gesture as you wrap up straps around the passes and place them in your tote.
   “I know. What she was talking about, you know helping her, it's just...it's easy to get bored hanging around the track all day so I usually find her and  help with whatever she’s doing. I didn't expect this, just wanted to help. I’ll need to find her and thank her later. ” You look in the direction she sped off to then look back to Susie, eyes briefly crossing the path of Mick who also took that moment to look at you. You guys grin at each other, which causes onlooker Susie to smile in amusement.
   “Your recent article about Ferrari’s unexpected win in Zandvoort, was good.” The accent laced in her flattery was like music.
   “Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. You have no idea the number of comments there's been about me being impractical about the course of the season.” You tend to reach a certain level of passion when discussing your writing, rightfully so, and the familiar tone in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Mick who turns his head slightly to see you, this time peaking Toto’s interest.
   “It’s because you have the balls to challenge Red Bull’s dominance.” Her words briefly shock you, but once you realize who you were talking to, you both laugh at the comment that was undeniably true. 
   “And considering everything, I definitely need to find Julie to thank her because I only see both championships being decided in either Las Vegas or Abu Dhabi.” At this point, Toto and Mick had came and stood behind their respective lady, Toto wrapping his arm around Susie and Mick standing extremely close, messing with your hair a bit before stuffing his hands in his pockets.
   “You need to spread that optimism around the paddock.” Chuckles echo around the group at Toto’s comment.
   “I’ll try, but I think I need to get past everyone thinking I’m crazy.” You giggle, making everyone smile. Mick shifts his stance and crosses his arms, not in a way that signifies annoyance, but more in an attempt to physically keep himself together as he stares at your hair, locs up in a high ponytail.
   “Trust me, no one thinks that. You’re like a vigilante.” Toto’s oddly worded compliment makes you feel warm and fuzzy, and when he takes a peek at his watch you also check the time on your phone.
   “Oh, I guess we better get going. I’m sure we all have somewhere to be.” You comment, everyone agreeing as scattered final remarks are said.
   “It was very nice meeting you Y/n.” She pauses for a moment, eyes flashing at Mick and then back to you. “I’m gonna figure out a way for us to work together in the future, okay?”
   At first you just look at her in shock, having to tell yourself to reach out and shake her handat first. “Okay, that would be amazing! Thank you! And it was great meeting you, too, Mrs- Susie. Susie." You correct yourself, then wave and say bye to Toto before heading further down the  paddock with Mick, leaving the two Wolff’s to debrief on the undertones of the conversation.
   “She’s a sweetheart. And a lion with a pen.” Susie comments, Toto’s arm now removed from her shoulders as she turns to fiddle with her husband’s appearance.
   “Oh, very nice girl, strong minded. But besides that, you saw them, right? I know I don’t usually concern myself with this stuff, but-” They begin to walk toward the Mercedes motorhome, waving at people as they heard they’re names.
   “Oh yeah. They’re in love.” She didn’t even look back at Toto when she spoke, sure of her observations as she stepped into the motorhome.
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strawberrycrushes · 5 months
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Hello!, I saw that your requests were open. Can I request Jing Yuan, Welt and Screwllium with a shy!reader who loves to figure skate? Reader is very private about it, yet also very pasionate about it. Reader will plan to go skating at places at times where there's no one present so they can preform figure skating tricks freely. If there isn't any music, reader will just sing it themselves. They'll skate for as long as they can, and won't stop untill either (a) someone finds them, (b) they're too tired to keep going,or (c) they're too cold continue.
thank youu
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A/N: Dear snowflake, thank you so much for the request however I will unfortunately have to exclude Screwllium because I only write for playable characters. I had a lot of fun with this request so I hope you enjoy.
Welt:-
Ever since the Express had landed in Jarilo-VI, you had acquired the strange habit of disappearing into the world’s frost-covered plains, only coming back much later; freezing cold and completely drained. It worried Welt half to death, but since you never revealed what you were up to, he just had to get used to the feeling. It helped that, ever since you started these so-called expeditions, you carried yourself with more satisfaction and confidence, or at least the closest thing to those he had ever seen you carry yourself with. It was nice seeing you like that.
Today, though, was different. You were late. Late enough to warrant concern from Himeko and Pom Pom as well. It confirmed that he wasn't just exaggerating the issue in his head, which was the only thing he needed to know before heading out to find you–
And find you he did.
You were out skating across an ice lake, humming a melody that matched the grace of your movements. You were so focused on these motions that you didn’t even notice him standing there, enchanted.
He was awestruck as he watched you make great leaps across the ice, pirouetting along to a routine even he could recognize as extraordinarily difficult. So this was what you were up to then?
When you finally skidded to a stop, he instinctively raised his hands to clap for you. A move that proved itself to be poorly thought out when you swerved around to look at him with wide eyes, nearly tripping along the way.
“M-Mr. Yang? What are you doing here?” You tried to steady yourself, the shock, confusion, and embarrassment evident in your face
Welt chuckled, “Perhaps it would be better if you got off the ice first?” he said playfully, and you quickly slid over with a beet red face, moving to retrieve the boots you hid inside a bush to replace the skates you were currently wearing.
“So um… Mr. Yang…” you trailed off, unsure how to ask him.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this. I myself am sorry that I didn’t tell you I was watching earlier. I’m afraid I might have encroached upon your privacy.” Welt gave you an apologetic look, and you flailed around with your hands.
“No, no, it’s fine, it’s actually probably for the best that you didn’t or else I would have fallen face first in the ice.” you awkwardly chuckled, causing Welt to laugh.
“If I may ask, you were figure skating, right?”
You nod and mumble, “It’s just a hobby I picked up from my home world, nothing special.”
“Liar.” Welt smiled, “If it really was nothing special to you, you wouldn’t be able to skate that way. I’ve seen figure skaters before, and if I had to say, you’d be amongst the best.”
You blush, “You’re flattering me”
“I’m being serious. Even if you didn’t want to share your talents with the world, you still ended up with a fan in me.”
You looked up at the earnest look on his face and smiled.
To be honest, figure skating was supposed to be a private hobby you could enjoy while nobody was watching. You loved it, yes, and you enjoyed the subtle comfort it gave you, but you honestly never believed anyone could enjoy it the same way you did. Yet somehow, when Mr. Yang saw your ‘performance’, as embarrassing as it was, you had to admit… it felt nice.
“Thank you, Mr. Yang. I appreciate it, really.”
A comfortable silence fell on the snowy plains. You hesitated, then asked, “If it’s not too rude to ask, what were you doing out here anyway?”
Welt’s eyes widened, “Shoot. I was supposed to come look for you because you hadn’t returned to the Express yet, and it completely slipped my mind just how late it was getting.”
……
You tried to hold back your laughter, but failed. This time, it was Welt’s turn to be embarrassed. “If you’re done laughing, we should probably head back now”
“Right.” you cleared your throat, clearly still amused by his misstep. Getting up, you begin to trail behind him with a smile on your face you couldn’t hold back. Maybe sharing this little hobby of yours wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Not when it was Welt, anyway.
Jingyuan:-
You took a deep breathe, then began.
Steadily pushing yourself forward, you carefully fell into the skating routine you had recently started practicing. Increasing your intensity with the rise and fall of the music playing in the background, the thin grinding of your skates against the ice being the only other sound that could be heard alongside. It felt like you were creating magic in the moment, something you easily got lost in until you couldn’t go on anymore.
Panting on the edge of the ring you reached out to grab your bottle of water only to find nothing there.
“Looking for something?” A suave voice called out from besides you.
You whipped your head around to find your boss, Jingyuan, teasingly waving your bottle in front of you with a sly smile. “I had no idea you could skate like that, why didn’t you tell me?”
You flush red. It was difficult not to be embarrassed when your literal boss caught you in one of your most private moments.
“I- I’m sorry General. Do you need me for anything? I’ll get right back to work-“
You try to stand up but Jingyuan quickly cuts you off “No no, not to worry. There’s no work to be done. I was hoping to invite you to a cup of coffee since you seemed so tired all the time but instead…I seemed to have come across the reason why, no?”
You gulp, “Um well, that’s-“ You try to think of something to say and Jingyuan chuckles.
“No need to be so tense, I only jest. I was actually very impressed with your performance here today and couldn’t help but ask, how come you haven’t told anyone about your hobby? You’re very good at it, I don’t doubt that you could even take it to an intergalactic stage-“
“General.” You cut him off this time. “Please. It’s nothing special. Besides, it’s meant to a more…private hobby. I feel uncomfortable figure skating when there are other people around”
“You were fine when I was watching”
“I didn’t know you were there!”
“Hmm, really?” He seemed to ponder this for a while though you find it quite impossible to believe he didn’t already know that. “Alright, new question. Is it possible for you to pretend that I’m not here once more? I want to watch again. If that’s okay with you of course. I wasn’t lying when I said I liked seeing you skate”
“You-!”
You had no idea what to say. How could he even say things like that with a straight face? Did he really want to see skate again that bad?
You gulp and reach out to grab the water bottle from his hands. Taking a sip, you mull it over, occasionally glancing back over to Jingyuan. How you weren’t as opposed to this as you initially thought, you had no idea either, but you wanted to give it a try.
“Fine” You mumble underneath your breath and try not to let your heart flutter too much at the sight of an honest to god genuine smile on your boss’s face. You slide back on to the middle of the ice rink, getting into position again.
As the music takes off, so do you. Twirling to the music you try to balance yourself on your skates but with the newfound nervousness that come with having an audience, even if there was only one member, you quickly found yourself slipping up. Very literally. As in, falling gracelessly on your ass.
“Are you hurt?” Jingyuan gave you a worried look.
You bit the inside of your cheek. How embarrassing. “No. It’s fine”
You get up, and try again, continuing on where the music currently was. This time, you didn’t trip immediately, feeling comfortable in adding that previous flourish you had when figure skating alone, but when you caught sight of the pride in Jingyuan’s face, your breathe hitched and you got distracted. Consequently you tripped.
You sigh in frustration, trying to get up again before promptly letting out a hiss of pain. Ah, your ankle. You must have injured it in the tumble…
Jingyuan immediately rushed to your side, hesitantly inspecting your ankle, carefully setting it back down when you grimaced.
“Not to worry. It appears you’ve only sprained it” He tries to reassure you but you have a feeling he’s telling that to himself as well. “It’ll be fine after some icing and rest, but I still want to take you to a doctor just to be sure.”
Before you could insist that you really were fine, you felt yourself be scooped up by the general as he began carrying you out, effectively turning you to mush. Your heartbeat went haywire and none of your thoughts felt comprehensive.
“G-general?”
“I am sorry for making you perform in such an unfamiliar environment.” He said, sounding incredibly guilty. “This is my fault. At least let me make it up to you”
You gazed at him silently then sighed, gulping down the lump in your throat. “A-alright. Perhaps it would be best to have to go through a proper check up”. You mumble, barely audible.
Jingyuan smiles before continuing on. How silly, you thought. You felt your heart skipped a beat once more.
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n0vabug · 8 months
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Sick
Very short one-shot about the reader being sick and Sam taking care of her Contains: Mentions of being sick/ throwing up, swearing, and fluff. Btw ~~~ means a timeskip, in this case its only a few hours or minutes Words: 578
Y/N'S POV
I was at work, already dreading the day, I hated my job but I needed the money to help pay rent for Sam and Tara's apartment that I also lived in. I was wanting to leave more then usual today. I woke up feeling like shit, I was very tired, and when I looked in the mirror I was very pale.
"You should really stay home today, you don't look very well"
"I'll be fine." I told sam before kissing her on the cheek and walking out the door.
After being here for 2 hours, everything just got worse, I decided I would just call sam and go home.
"Hey Y/n, is everything okay?"
"Yeah I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna go home, I feel like shit rn."
"Oh okay, do you want me to come home too?"
"No it's okay I know your busy and all so-"
"Y/n it's fine I'm not busy, I'd rather take care of you right now."
"Yeah I would like that, thanks."
"Okay, I'll see you soon, I love you" she said before hanging up.
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When I got home, Sam was already there. She had medicine on the counter.
"Here take this" she says as she hands me the medicine.
"Ew" I said as I drank the medicine in the cup, I wasn't the best at taking pills and sam knew that, so when she gave me medicine she only gave me liquids. I felt off for a second, I then ran to bathroom, and found myself puking my guts out. Sam followed behind me, I felt her hold my hair up, and rub my back.
Thankfully, I stopped pretty quickly.
"You feel better now?" Sam asked, I felt kinda bad that she had to deal with this right now, but I was also glad she was here.
"A little, I'm going to take a shower now."
"Okay" she said before kissing my forehead.
"If you do that then you might get sick" I told her, she always seemed to be around me a lot more when I'm sick, which confused me because she had a chance of getting sick to, I mean it's her choice so whatever.
"Oh well"
~~~
After I showered, I got dressed into my favorite pajamas. I walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist which still gives me butterflies no matter how many times she does it.
"You wanna go lay down, maybe watch a movie, you look exhausted too so maybe you can sleep for a bit?" Sam asked me, and I of course would not decline that offer, me and her both didn't like going out much, so we spent a lot of time watching movies and cuddling at the apartment, it always satisfied the both of us, any time spent with her made me happy so I loved just staying in bed with her.
"Duh, when have I ever turned that offer down." She grabbed my hand and dragged me into our room, she laid on the bed and then said "come here."
I laid on her chest, she put one hand on my back and the other on my head. I inhaled her scent and fell deep into the warmth of her touch. I let the exhaustion win, and soon fell asleep in the arms of the only person that mattered to me.
A/N I love sam and just Melissa in general. Anyways I'm sorry this is so short, I've been so tired lately, but yeah I hope you enjoy this, I'm still working on another one-shot that may take a hot minute. School is almost over for me so I should be able to write more very soon!!
UPDATE: THIS ONE ISN'T TOO BAD IG ITS JUST KINDA SHORT LMAOOO
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mha-grievances · 7 months
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Sorry for not being on in, like, forever. Life’s just gotten in the way.
Anyways, that’s not what I wanted to talk about today. What I really wanted to focus on is something I’ve been thinking a lot on lately, and that’s the idea of asshole characters.
Obviously asshole characters come in all shapes and sizes. Each have their own motivations for being an asshole and/or unfriendly individual. Katsuki, Shota, and Hitoshi are asshole characters themselves, but why is it that I dislike them so much?
At first I thought I didn’t like asshole characters in general. However, I then remembered that there are several characters people would classify as assholes/unfriendly individuals that are characters I adore. Lysithea from Fire Emblem 2 Houses and Natsuki from Doki Doki Literature Club are characters who are rough around the edges and aren’t nice to people immediately. The reasons behind their behavior aren’t too far off from why Shota and Hitoshi act the way they do, that being trauma, so why am I able to look past their behavior and not that of Shota and Hitoshi? With Katsuki, it’s obvious, but the other two had me scratching my head for a bit.
The answer, outside of the fact that Lysithea and Natsuki are multi-layered characters written far better than Shota and Hitoshi, is that the girls are REACTIVE assholes while Hitoshi and Shota are ACTIVE assholes.
What do I mean by that? Well both Lysithea and Natsuki for the most part keep to themselves. Something that someone does ends up causing them to snap. For Lysithea, it’s when she feels that her time is being wasted after someone approaches her about something irrelevant. For Natsuki, it’s a defensive mechanism triggered by a perceived attack on her character. Now, is that an excuse for their behavior? No. There are better ways to defend yourself and to get people to stop talking to you, but it’s at least understandable that they’d snap due to their traumas.
Katsuki, Hitoshi, and Shota aren’t like that. When they’re an asshole, it isn’t because they’re provoked into being one by someone else’s actions, but because they’re the ones doing the provoking. Katsuki’s rude and aggressive to everyone around him, choosing to make the life of another boy absolutely miserable without any provocation. Hitoshi decides to mock 1-A and issue his “challenge” not because anyone approached him, but because he himself is looking for trouble. Yeah, Katsuki gave off a shitty first impression, but Hitoshi already was planning on challenging 1-A from the beginning. Shota’s the one who controls his teaching style and is a position of authority. Rather than do his job, he’d rather tear someone down.
Am I supposed to sympathize with these so-called heroes? I for the life of me can’t seem to do so. Meanwhile, with characters like Lysithea and Natsuki, I can because they don’t mean to be an asshole, it’s just that they want to be left alone.
Now, am I saying reactive assholes are better characters than proactive assholes? No. Proactive assholes can have great character development. The problem is that proactive assholes are tougher to warm up to, especially when they’re meant to characters the audience is meant to root for. MHA’s writing does nothing TO make people want to root for these guys. They’re just assholes who wanna throw their weight around and never receive punishment for it/are called out for it. Hell, MHA seems to think these characters ARE in the right for being the way they are and/or doesn’t take the fact that they are assholes seriously (looking at you Katsuki).
Anyways, I thought I’d write this up to really explain more of my thought process and why Katsuki, Hitoshi, and Shota bother me so much whereas I find myself adoring characters such as Lysithea and Natsuki.
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Third surgery of the year went rocky yesterday. I have cried a lot in the last 48 hours. My mom and husband came with me and my mom was able to stay with all the way up to laying down for surgery bc babe had a therapy appointment i wanted him to go to and he agreed. My nurse was so nice and sweet but she tried and failed once to get my IV in. Then the anesthesiologist came in and was a very quiet man. And he sat and picked and prodded at my right hand for about 30 minutes. He tried twice with a lidocaine shot each time before he finally got an iv placed on the inside of my right wrist the third try, also with a lidocaine shot first. I sobbed the whole time. I barely remember walking to the surgery room and laying on the table. Then i woke up holding my moms hand so confused and then in 10/10 pain in my left arm where they took more of my arm out. I screamed and sobbed in pain. I asked Mom “where is Tyler?? Where is babe?!” I didnt even open my eyes i was crying in so much pain. My mom told me they couldnt reach him and i sobbed even harder, terrified. Tyler walked in abt 3 minutes later. His phone wasnt getting calls and he literally sped from home when he saw the voicemail notification. They held my hands as the nurses pushed a bit more pain and anxiety meds and i sobbed in pain. It took a while to get me to Tyler’s truck. I puked twice before i got home, revisiting the apple juice i had tried right after waking up and coming to. Once home i slept a lot on the couch. In and out of consciousness. Tyler stress cleaned our kitchen building our new shelf for our pantry and even selling our dog crate we’ve been needing to sell. So he was very productive awesomely while i was in and out of sleepy town.
Our dog Jupiter, his timing impeccable as always, had diarrhea and pukey all night so we were up every twoish hours having Tyler take him outside again and again. I woke up each time but had to stay on the couch. It was a very rough night.
Today has been the day after surgery and the pain has been so severe. I am staying on top of my pain meds. And thankfully i have been able to eat and drink just fine. The pain is just incredible and severe. We had to take the bandage off and clean it tonight and i sobbed thru the whole thing in agony. Tyler was so patient and gentle with me. I was so brave and its rewrapped and I’m back on the couch calming down while i write this. Im exhausted and it hurts and im so glad i gave myself a month before i go back to work because this is going to be a long recovery.
If anyone is so inclined or wants to: my cashapp and venmo is @ earnham and literally anything will help. I am having to spend so much on medical supplies and dont know when my fmla will actually go thru. Im also going to link my amazon wishlist eventually with a bunch of melanoma gear for this summer but that will be closer to my bday in June bc thats what ima be asking for this year, is help with anything on my wishlist.
This isnt the point of the post i rly just needed to vent my past 48 hours. Thanks for reading if u did.
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