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— RACING, BEATING PART II read part i here

Months after your fateful night with Heeseung, you ask him to teach you how to race. Instead, he asks you to cheer him on at his next race.

— starring. illegal-racer!heeseung x model!reader, very brief cameo of mingyu from seventeen

— tags. arranged-marriage!au, pre-established relationship, minor angst (if u squint??), reader gets objectified, smut [unprotected sex (be safe!!), public sex, hint of pussy drunk heeseung, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, vaginal fingering, degrading (use of whore, slut; another man is mentioned during sex, kind of mean-dom!heeseung, car sex [MINORS DNI])

— word count. 6.2k (oops this was meant to be like 4k)

— notes. writing hee smut to songs like blossom and off your face is such a weird vibe PAHAHAH // reading part i isn't really necessary for this one, but it gives u context :)

“Teach me how to race.”

Heeseung blinked at you slowly, squinting his eyes as he put down the rag. You tried your best not to eye the way his muscles looked under his black tank top. He stood to his full height, leaving you breathless at the way the fabric lined his toned chest so damn well under the poor lighting. A pair of baggy jeans hung low on his hips, letting you see a sliver of his stomach.

With his car half polished, Heeseung stepped toward you. “Do you even have your license?”

You stared at him, offended. “Of course I do!” you snapped, huffing in indignation. “I got it as soon as it was legal for me to.”

“Baby,” he chuckled, raising a brow at you. “You don’t drive, though. Your driver takes you everywhere. And if not him, it’s me.” Wiping his hands on his dirtied jeans, Heeseung walked closer. You let out a noise of surprise when he suddenly tugged your arm, bringing you chest to chest. You gulped, looking deeply into those eyes that stared just as intensely as they did when you first met him.

His hand splayed across the small of your back as he pressed you flat against him. “What brought this up?” he asked, leaning in and leaving behind fleeting kisses on your cheek. Your knees felt weak as he gently nibbled on your earlobe, tongue swiping across your sensitive skin as he whispered in your ear. “Is my driving not good enough for you, princess?”

Heeseung lips pulled up into a smirk when your breath hitched, only parting to leave open-mouthed kisses down your neck. “No,” you stammered. “Just…”

“Just what?” he mumbled against your skin before suckling at your neck. You mentally groaned at the thought of going into your next shoot, all marked up for the umpteenth time.

“Just wanted to try,” you murmured, gasping when he nipped at your jugular, his hand tightening on your waist. “That’s all.”

You could feel his stiffness pressing against your tummy, your fingers itching to take care of him. But when you moved to remove his belt, he smacked your hand away. You whined as he bit down on your shoulder, his hands actively groping your ass now. You sighed out his name, throwing your head back to give him more room.

The garage suddenly felt hotter than it was five minutes ago as Heeseung turned you around, pressing you against the front bumper of the cherry red car. He easily made room for himself, slotting his hips neatly between your thighs. He moved to kiss you, groaning into your mouth as you shifted your clothed cunt against his hardening length.

“Fuck,” he sighed out, kissing you again with fervour. A ringed hand wrapped itself around your neck, squeezing lightly as he pushed you to sit atop the car’s hood. Heeseung tugged at your shirt, pushing it up and over your breasts. He cupped you harshly, circling your nipples over the thin material of your sports bra.

You whimpered his name, arching your back into his palm. “So needy for me,” he moaned against your lips as he brought his hips to yours. You felt the roughness of his jeans easily through your thin leggings, whining as the material rubbed against your clothed clit. You had no doubt that if he were to cup your sex, Heeseung would be able to feel just how soaked you were without even stripping you. “You want me, baby?”

“Yes,” you gasped in pleasure as he ducked his head to suck on the tops of your breasts, angry red kisses scattered over your skin. “Yes, please, Hee. Need you so badly,” you cried out his name in a broken moan when he pulled your bra down and brought your nipple to his hot mouth. His tongue circled the sensitive bud, his teeth scraping against it sinfully.

As he toyed with you, his tongue sending your brain into a frenzied state of pure want, his hands busied themselves with the hem of your pants. He dipped his fingers beneath the waistband, slipping the offending material down the expanse of your legs. The flimsy fabric fell to the dirtied ground, something you would have complained about if you were in a sane state of mind. But the way Heeseung’s deft fingers danced across your thighs before stroking up your cunt left you speechless.

“Shit,” he breathed out, dropping his head on your shoulder as he pushed your legs open wider. You had no doubt that your slick was dripping onto the hood of his newly polished car. “‘S good for me,” hissing, he inserted two fingers into your heat, giving you no time to prepare. A wide grin stretched over his face when you sobbed out his name; his gaze trained on the slope of your neck as you threw your head back in pleasure. “So wet, all from a few kisses?”

You whined, hips twitching. “Shut up,” you mumbled behind shaking hands, covering your flushed cheeks in embarrassment. “It’s not like you’re any better…”

Heeseung clicked his tongue, though he didn’t deny your claim. His cock was weeping with need inside his boxers, the hard length pulsing with every thrust of his fingers into your sopping cunt. “If you keep giving me that attitude, I’ll stop right now.” It was an empty threat, one that made you clench around his fingers pathetically nonetheless. He chuckled a low sound that sent shivers down your back. “Do you want me to stop?”

When his fingers halted, you cried out his name in desperation. You snapped your head up, feeling your eyes swell with tears. “You’re so mean,” you pouted, shuddering when the cool air of the garage suddenly brushed against your bare skin. “Heeseung, come on—”

He sighed, pulling his fingers out of you. He avoided your begging gaze, instead opting to stare at the wetness that coated his fingers. Finally looking up at you, he kept eye contact as he slowly licked his digits clean, his tongue sliding over his knuckles. “You know that’s not what I want to hear from you, princess.”

You looked away, humiliated, as you felt your ears heat up. “Please,” you whispered into the silent room. “Please fuck me, Hee.”

He grinned at you, tugging you closer by hooking his hands underneath your knees. He pressed a soft kiss against your knee before moving to unbuckle his pants. “Good girl,” Heeseung sighed as he released his length from the confines of his boxers. “Just keep being good for me, yeah? You’re gonna take it all, right baby?”

He wasn’t expecting an answer as he pressed his tip against your folds, the two of you moaning in unison. He slid his length over your pussy, spreading your juices over his hard cock. Heeseung’s jaw was agape as he fucked against your clit, chest heaving from the sensitivity. You watched closely as he slowly stroked himself, using your slick as a lubricant, enchanted with the way his eyes seemed to glaze over in pleasure, brows pinched tightly as he sighed out a few curses.

“This is all mine,” he mumbled, leaning forward to latch his lips to yours in a messy kiss. Drool dribbled from the side of your mouth as you moaned into his mouth when he started easing himself into you. Despite how many times you’d had sex, his size never failed to leave you breathless.

Once he bottomed out, Heeseung murmured your name against your neck as he left behind more love bites. His cock twitched inside you as he urged himself not to fuck you relentlessly. The way your pussy clenched around him sporadically had his mouth parting in high moans. He bit down on your shoulder again as he shallowly thrusted, his arms wrapping around your middle tightly.

You moaned at the weight of his upper body pressing you against the hood of the car, the cool aluminum contrasting with his burning touch. Wrapping your legs around his slim waist, you silently urged him to go harder, faster.

Using his hold on you to keep you in place, he picked up his pace, pulling out until just the tip was left inside before harshly thrusting back into you. The sound of skin against skin echoed in the empty garage. If anyone were to come down to the parking garage, the unmistakable sound of your wet cunt being plowed into would have tipped them off right away.

“Hee,” you sobbed as he went faster, feeling every vein and curve of his dick rub against your gummy walls. “Fu-ck, baby, I’m so close,” your words slurred together as you clutched onto Heeseung’s wide shoulders, clawing down the fabric of his shirt.

“Already?” he panted, looking up at you through his bangs. He reached up, pushing your hair out of your face. His fingers grasped your chin, forcing you to hold your head up. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut when you clamped around him. “C’mon, babe,” he whispered, looking into your eyes as he went deeper. “I’m not done with you yet.”

His words didn’t match his actions as he reached down to thumb at your swollen clit, your hips instantly jutting upwards in overstimulation. You all but screamed his name, tears flowing down your cheeks. He let go of your face, only to push one of your legs up against your torso. The change in position lets him reach a spot deeper within you. Your name left his throat in a broken whisper, his eyes shutting tightly as he tried not to cum earlier than he wanted to.

When you heard the sound of a roaring engine coming closer, your eyes opened wide as you tried to find the source. However, when you turned your head, Heeseung made you look back at him. “What is it?” he asked breathlessly, raising a brow at you as he slowed his hips, grinding into you at a snail’s pace. “Don’t wanna get caught, huh? Don’t want my neighbours to see how much of a whore you are?”

With each word, he delivered a particularly harsh thrust. You bit your hand in a futile attempt to keep quiet, but the sound of his hips slamming against yours did little to hide the naughty position you were in.

Heeseung smiled almost sadistically as he watched you try to keep quiet, his ego inflating from the way you were utterly failing. You glared at him through teary eyes as you heard someone park and exit their car, the loud beep of the locking mechanism making you jump. Heeseung’s car was parked in the far corner, somewhere not many of the other residents liked to park due to the distance they’d have to walk. Though, if the person looked in your direction, there would be no hiding what you were doing.

As the steps got closer to the elevator and closer to you, Heeseung started to move faster, his hips just shy of slapping against yours. “Lee Heeseung,” you hissed, trying to push his hips away as you tried looking over his shoulder warily.

You heard the elevator doors open and close, the whirring noise of it moving upstairs making your heart race in anticipation. Once it was quiet for a few seconds, Heeseung abruptly continued fucking you relentlessly. His eyes were narrowed as he watched your face contort in pleasure, a frown tugging at his lips from your previous attempt at stopping him.

“Just try to stop me like that next time,” he spat, leaning back as he brought your legs over his shoulders. “See where it gets you.” Despite his cruel words, his thumbs rubbed gentle circles over your thighs, greatly contrasting his bruising thrusts.

He eyed you like a predator with his prey, gaze darting from your fucked out expression to the bounce of your breasts. He gripped your waist, groping at your sides as he felt his orgasm near. Heeseung’s head dropped, his hair sticking to his forehead from exertion. You blindly reached for him, eyes screwed closed in rapture.

He moved to take your hand in his, interlacing your fingers as he pressed them against the car, next to your head. His other hand dropped from your thigh back down to your clit as he rubbed circles again. “Cum,” Heeseung gasped, the drag of his cock against your tight core making him see stars. “Come on, baby. Want you to cum around my cock. You’ll do that for me, right? Be good,” he moaned.

You clenched around him, nails digging into the back of his hand that enclosed yours. “Close,” you whimpered.

Heeseung moved faster, causing incoherent babbles to fall from his hips as he neared overstimulation. His cock twitched, the first syllable of your name barely sounding from his pretty pink lips before he came. He moaned loudly, his hips faltering for only a second before he kept going. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whined, eyes tightly closed. His thumb moved faster over your clit, desperate to push you over the edge.

You came almost violently, your back arching as your thighs trembled. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you felt white hot lust wash over you, your gummy walls hugging him tightly as you milked him dry. Heeseung held the back of your head as he brought you in for a kiss, the both of you struggling to keep your lips locked as his hips stuttered into you.

He helped you ride through your orgasm, only stopping when you began to whine from the overstimulation, pushing his chest away weakly. Heeseung watched himself as he pulled out of you, sighing in ecstasy at the sight of his cum messily pooling out of you and onto the car.

You stayed there, breathless as Heeseung pulled his pants back up and quickly moved around to get something from the front seat. He returned with a few tissues, gently wiping at your sensitive cunt until you were mostly clean. Picking up your pants, he quickly shook off any dirt before helping you put them on.

“Let’s go up to my apartment,” he mumbled as he pressed a soft kiss against your temple. “We can take a bath together.” He held you tenderly as he eased you off the car, holding you up when your knees shook. He hurriedly put his supplies into the trunk before taking your hand and guiding you to the elevator, the loud beep of his car letting you know it was locked behind you.

“So?”’

He looked at you over his shoulder. “So, what?”

“Will you teach me?”

He looked at you in disbelief before laughing, turning his head from you to hide his wide grin. “Come watch me race first,” he proposed. “Then we’ll see about getting you behind the wheel.

Although you’ve known Heeseung for almost a year, you’ve never actually seen him race. Not if you excluded the first time he’d brought you to the race track, but that was nothing compared to the street race you found yourself at.

There were dozens of people gathered, bystanders excited to watch the long-awaited race. When Heeseung pulled up, you shivered at just how cold it was, the night air nipping at the skin beneath your short skirt. “Here,” Heeseung said quietly, handing you one of his hoodies from the back seat.

You took it gratefully, pulling it over your thin top and sighing when his smell invaded your senses. He smiled at the sight of you settling into his clothing, ruffling his hair before he walked off, telling you that he had to go prepare with the other drivers. “The guys are here somewhere,” he told you before he left. “I think Jungwon said he’d be waiting near the start line for you so you guys can watch together.”

You waved at his back, even though he couldn’t see you. Scanning the crowd, you spotted Jungwon rather quickly. His newly dyed red hair stood out like a sore thumb, something you silently thanked him for as you moved to rush closer. As you neared, you opened your mouth to call his name, but before you could, someone blocked your vision of him.

Pausing, you looked up at the person. He was tall, taller than Heeseung, and his eyes pierced into your soul uncomfortably. “Sorry,” you mumbled, dropping your gaze as you tried to move around him. The man, however, had no plans to let you leave as he side-stepped in front of you.

You looked back up at him with a slightly peeved look in your eye, a frown tugging at your lips impatiently. He paid no mind to your expression, instead smiling at you. “I’ve never seen you at a race,” he said, his deep voice making you feel uneasy. “Think you have the wrong place, princess.”

Hearing the nickname that you loved, only when it came from Heeseung, made you grimace. “I definitely don’t. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” You tried to move around him again, only for him to stand in front of you. “What is your problem?” you hissed, trying to keep your voice low.

He only laughed at you, raising his hands up in mock surrender. “Relax, princess. I just wanted to get to know you better.” He stepped closer to you, reaching out to grab your wrist before you could back up. “C’mon. After the race, I can show you back to my place and—”

“If you don’t get your hands off of her, I will run you over.”

Both you and the man snapped your heads in the direction of the voice, your eyes widening when you saw Heeseung standing there. He stood up straight, a glower overtaking his usually soft features. Ripping your hand out of the strange man’s grasp, you quickly moved to Heeseung’s side.

The man looked back and forth between you and Heeseung, realization coming to him when Heeseung grasped your hand and pulled you behind him. “I see,” he laughed loudly, though there was nothing jovial in his tone. “Didn’t know she was yours, Lee. You brought a hot girl for once.”

You could’ve sworn you heard Heeseung growl as his grip on you tightened. “What do you want, Mingyu? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the race?” He clearly didn’t expect an answer as he turned to you. His mouth opened to say something, but before he could voice his thoughts, the man, Mingyu, interrupted him.

“If I beat you tonight, I want her.”

You felt your blood run cold as you tensed, Heeseung’s eyes flitting over to you in concern before he glared at Mingyu. Taking hold of both of your shoulders, Heeseung pushed you further away from him to block you from Mingyu’s sight. “What?” he spat, glaring at the taller male with hatred pouring from his tongue. “Fuck off, Mingyu.”

He turned to you. “The race is starting soon. Jungwon’s waiting over there, so—”

Mingyu scoffed before gesturing to the crowd. “Hey, everyone!” he cupped his mouth as he spoke. In an instant, the chatter around you ceased, and people turned to look at the commotion. You made eye contact with Jungwon, who quickly assessed the situation and tried squeezing his way toward you. If it weren’t for the tense atmosphere, you would have laughed at the way his eyes bulged, his lips clearly mouthing an oh shit as he hurried.

Mingyu continued once he had everyone’s attention. “Your dear Heeseung here,” Mingyu pointed to Heeseung, who stood rigidly in front of you. “The one you all love to cheer for, he’s nothing but a coward—” Mingyu smirked, looking directly at you, “—who doesn’t think he can race well enough to keep his bitch.”

Heeseung seethed, fists clenching at his sides as he mentally willed himself to ignore Mingyu. He turned to you, pushing you toward Jungwon, who had finally reached you. “Go with him.”

You balked at him, eyes rounding in incredulity. “Uh, no, not until you fight for me?” You raised a brow at him, taking in his shocked expression. “Like, right now, Heeseung. I know you’ll win against that loser, so just…” you paused, looking over Heeseung’s shoulder at Mingyu, who stared in wait. “So just bet for his car or something. Ruin him for me, yeah?”

Heeseung gaped at you for a moment before his usual confidence seeped back into his expression. “You’re fucking crazy,” he mumbled, pulling you in for a deep kiss. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you impossibly close. “I like how you think.”

You heard the announcer calling for all drivers to meet at the start line with their vehicles and grinned at Heeseung as he kissed you one more time before walking off. You watched his back as he caught up to Mingyu, no doubt telling him about the bet. You could tell from the way Mingyu’s shoulders tensed, and he glanced over at you and then to his car.

Jungwon looked at you with an amused grin on his face. “You know, you and Heeseung are so right for each other sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes at him, tugging him back to where he waited for you before. “Come on, Wonnie. I don’t want to miss the race.”

The race was just as exhilarating as the race at the track, if not more. Your eyes trained on Heeseung’s red car as the five drivers lined up next to each other. It was deafening; between the loud cries of the souped-up cars and the cheering crowd, you knew your ears would be buzzing by the end of the night.

You barely registered that Mingyu was seated in the black car next to Heeseung’s, catching the way they glared at each other through their windows. You held your breath as the flag girl stood in front of the awaiting racers, both hands gripping onto a green flag. In a split second, she waved them, the green fabric fluttering in the cool night air; all five cars had zoomed away.

From where you stood, you couldn’t tell if any car had a lead on the others, the screech of tires against asphalt slowly quieting as they drove further and further away. Beside you, Jungwon tugged on your—Heeseung’s—hoodie sleeve. “Let’s go watch by the screens.”

You followed aimlessly, reaching an area where a few large screens had been set up. On them, you could see footage of the race as the cars were followed by what you presumed was a drone. Easily spotting Heeseung’s red vehicle, you watched attentively. You chewed on the inside of your cheek nervously as Heeseung and Mingyu’s cars easily overtook the other three.

“He’s going too fast,” Jungwon mumbled beside you in worry. “The route’s full of sharp turns. If he keeps that speed, he’s going to spin out really quickly.” You looked at Jungwon with concern before looking back at the screen.

Though you knew virtually nothing about racing, even you could tell that what Jungwon was saying was true. A map of the whole route was displayed alongside the drone footage, showing several turns before the racers would make their way back to the starting line. “Don’t be stupid, Hee,” you whispered into your palm, hugging the fabric of the hoodie closer.

At the first sharp turn, you winced as Heeseung’s car spun slightly, leaving angry black lines on the road before he zoomed off again. Mingyu wasn’t far behind, though he took the turn slower than Heeseung had. Heeseung’s drift halted his momentum, allowing Mingyu to pull ahead. Beside you, you heard Jungwon breathe in deeply, but you paid no heed to it.

By the second turn, Heeseung had caught up but was still slightly behind. As Mingyu turned, his back tire bumped against the curb, slowing him down ever so slightly. You didn’t let yourself relax, even when Heeseung drove ahead. It looked like he was going even faster than before, evident by the numerous track marks he was leaving at each turn.

The race went on similarly, with Heeseung pulling ahead only for Mingyu to overtake him and vice versa. As they neared the last turn, you were able to hear the sound of shifting gears and engines that roared impossibly louder. Suddenly, the crowd around you began dispersing, the people filtering through the nearby alleyways like rats.

You turned to Jungwon, who looked panicked. “Cops,” he ushered, turning to leave. “If they catch us here, we’re done for.” He grabbed at your arm. You hesitated, looking back at the screen just in time to see Heeseung spin out. Just then, you saw the flashing lights of a cop car near them.

“But, what about—”

Jungwon shook his head. “Heeseung knows what to do, don’t worry. But he will kill me if he finds out I let you get nabbed by the police, so let’s go.” You spared one last glance at the screen, relieved to see Heeseung get back onto the track. Biting your lip in worry, you allowed Jungwon to drag you away.

You hid in his car, parked a few blocks away. Jungwon was quick to pull up the drone feed onto his phone—how, you weren’t sure—but by the time he had it on, both Heeseung’s car and Mingyu’s car were nowhere to be seen. After a minute, the drone footage turned off completely, leaving you and Jungwon in the silence of his car. You could still hear the blaring police sirens in the distance.

“You think he’s okay?” you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungwon offered you a kind smile, though it did nothing to ease your nerves. “Don’t worry about Heeseung. He’s been doing this longer than any of us have. If anyone knows how to win a race while evading the cops, it’s him.”

“But don’t you think he would’ve said something by now if he got away?” you asked, the results of the race far in the back of your mind. “What if they actually caught him and arrested him?”

Jungwon shrugged. He was worried about his friend, of course, but his worry seemed minute compared to yours. “You have money, don’t you? Bail him out.”

You resisted the urge to lunge at Jungwon with closed fists. “Won, if he goes to jail, his father will find out, and he—”

A knock at the passenger side window made you jump. You turned quickly, relief washing over your body as you met eyes with a smug-looking Heeseung. You quickly got out of the car, wrapping your arms around Heeseung’s neck as you hugged him tightly. “Never do that to me again,” you gasped, burying your face into his shirt.

Heeseung chuckled, pressing a kiss against your forehead. He looked at Jungwon through the windshield, smiling at him in quiet thanks. You ignored the sound of Jungwon’s car pulling away from the curb, never taking your face out from the nook of his neck.

“Were you worried about me or something?”

You finally moved back, glaring weakly at Heeseung. “Or something?” you echoed, scoffing. “Or something—the absolute gall of men. Of course, I was worried!” You smacked his shoulder, frowning at him as he held the area, pretending as though you had mortally wounded him. “Jungwon pulled me away just as you spun out near the end, and the cops were right behind you and—”

Heeseung interrupted you with a kiss, cupping your jaw tenderly as he moved closer. He rested on hand on your hip, rubbing shapes into your skin under the hoodie as he kissed you gently. You sighed, all the tension escaping your body as you kissed back, relishing in the way his lips caressed yours.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. “I should have told you that happens sometimes. The guys and I have a protocol in case the cops show up, but with everything that happened before the show, I guess I forgot.”

You hummed. That must have been how he found you and Jungwon so quickly. “It’s fine. Just don’t… don’t ever scare me like that.”

Heeseung smiled at you, kissing your forehead lightly. “It’s like you love me or something,” he said jokingly. Something in his eyes said he cared more than he was letting on, his dark brown hues flitting back and forth as he tried to read your expression.

When you said nothing in response, only looking away bashfully, a wide grin overtook Heeseung’s features. Capturing you in one more deep kiss, he pulled away with a giddy expression. “I love you too, baby,” he whispered hoarsely. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, his intense yet loving gaze making you feel weak to the knees.

Pulling away, much to your displeasure, Heeseung straightened out your hoodie and flattened your tousled hair. “Come on, I have a surprise for you.”

You frowned, but you let him tug you along the empty streets. “Hee, I don’t know how many surprises I can stomach tonight.”

Heeseung only laughed, not replying to you as he pulled you down an alleyway. You were wary but trusted him enough that you didn’t say anything about the sketchy route he was taking you down. Once you emerged on the other side of the alley, you were shocked to see his red car. Behind it was Mingyu’s black Cadillac.

It took a second for you to process what you were seeing, but when you turned to look at Heeseeung, he held up a pair of keys that you knew didn’t belong to his car. “You won?” you gasped, grinning with pride as you inspected the keys closer.

Heeseung scoffed, pressing a button on the fob. Immediately, the headlights of Mingyu’s car flashed, confirming your thoughts. You squealed in excitement, hugging him tightly. “What,” he laughed, holding you with one arm. “You didn’t believe me?”

You stuck your tongue out at him, scrunching your nose. “Of course I did, but I was a little preoccupied.”

His gaze softened as he leaned in to peck your lips. You chased him as he pulled away, cheeks flushing warmly when Heeseung grinned shamelessly at you. “Get in the backseat.”

You paused. “The backseat? Why—”

Heeseung urged you backwards toward the car, taking your lips once more. “Just get in,” he rasped, opening the door for you. You were quick to follow his words, quickly bombarded with Heeseung’s deep and slow kisses as he closed the door behind him.

He crawled over you, moaning your name lowly as you dragged a nail down his front. Once you reached the belt buckle, you ran a finger over the cold metal slowly. “Stop teasing,” he gasped when you lightly traced over the outline in his pants.

For once, you listened, and quickly unbuckled the belt, flicking the button of his pants open and pushing them down enough for you to grab at his hardening length. He hissed, the vague sound of your name spilling from his lips as he lurched forward.

Gently, you pushed him back until he was sitting and got on your knees between his thick thighs. It wasn’t comfortable by any means, the back of the car left very little room for you to sit comfortably, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care with the way Heeseung’s cock twitched needily in your hand or the way his angry red tip oozed precum.

You looked up at him through your lashes as you leaned forward, licking at the mushroom tip lightly. He groaned, throwing his head back against the seat. Relishing in his reaction, you took his length between your lips, sucking him gently. His hips twitched, forcing his dick further into your mouth and making you gag.

“Shit, sorry,” he rushed, straightening to take himself out of your mouth. You quickly pushed his worrying hands away, taking him deeper in your mouth defiantly. His mouth fell as he let out a loud groan, your name on the tip of his tongue. He watched closely as you bobbed your head up and down, slowly thrusting to meet your movements.

You reached down to grab at his balls, massaging them in tandem with your head movements. The way you swirled your tongue around his length had Heeseung gasping for air. His thrusts grew more aggressive; a hand reached to cup the back of your head, keeping you in place as he fucked into your wet cavern relentlessly.

Heeseung caressed his knuckles against the length of your hollowed cheeks with a gentleness that contrasted his thrusts. Tears burned your eyes, the back of your throat sore from his abuse. The sound of wet slick and choking gasps almost rivalled your heartbeat as you stared up at the man.

“Fuck,” he breathed out in a whine, head thrown back against the leather seats as he groaned loudly. “Fuck, fuck, baby, you’re taking me so fucking well.” His lips parted, and ruby red lipstick smudged over his visage, staining the silver lip ring. Heeseung’s jaw dropped as you swallowed around his cock, a series of long, winded whines coming from the back of his throat.

“Shit, princess. Gonna make me cum,” he warned you, dropping his head down to look at you through hooded eyes. His newly dyed black hair fell over his irises, obscuring them from view. His face pinched in pleasure as he lifted his hips against your plush lips. “You’ll take it for me, yeah? Swallow every last drop like the good little whore you are.” His nails dug into your scalp.

You pressed your thighs together, the carpet floor of the backseat rubbing harshly against your bare knees. The dress you’d worn, a little black number that you picked out just for Heeseung, had ridden up to your waist. The fabric bunched prettily around your hips, showing off that you had forgone undergarments.

He watched you breathlessly, eyes darting from your teary eyes to the way your little mouth took him so well. He didn't miss the way you tried to covertly rub yourself, thighs moving slowly—a futile attempt to feel something against your aching clit.

His cock twitched against your tongue as you licked at a jutting vein, a perfectly manicured hand coming up to cup his aching balls. He watched tenderly as you switched from suckling on his angry red tip to taking his length fully, your nose tickling against his happy trail. His thrusts grew wild, a loss in rhythm suggesting he was close.

“Gonna paint your mouth white, baby,” he hissed, tugging at your matted strands. “God, you look so pretty covered in my cum. Wanna make a mess out of you so bad. You want that, don’t you? Want me to make you look messy, baby—fuck! You like getting fucked like this in another man’s car?” An almost pornographic moan escaped his throat as his grip on your hair tightened. “Such a little slut. Getting on your knees for me like this. I bet Mingyu couldn’t fuck you this well,” he thrust harshly into your mouth as he uttered the other man’s name, anger pulling his brows together tightly.

You whined, your muffled tone vibrating against his dick. He cried out your name, low moans tumbling from his pretty lips as he came, shooting hot and thick ropes of cum down your throat. You blinked away tears, a burning sensation left behind as he pulled his length out from your mouth. Spurts of cum spilled from his tip, and you lolled your tongue out as Heeseung dragged it over your face.

His chest heaved as he stared at you, adoringly as though he was admiring his art. “Fucking hell,” he hushed, tugging you impatiently onto his lap. You fell clumsily against him, legs bumbling to straddle his small waist. You moaned in unison when your dripping core rubbed against his cum and saliva-coated cock, your hips twitching in anticipation.

Heeseung sighed out your name against your lips as he cupped your cheek with a large hand, not caring that his release was getting everywhere. The coolness of his rings made you shiver as he pulled you in for a kiss. His mouth moved against yours slowly, his tongue flicking out against your lip. His kiss was hot and wet, his tongue caressing yours in a way that made you crumble atop his lap.

“Fuck, baby,” he spoke against your lips, a dazed look in his eyes as he bore into you. Heeseung’s hips weakly thrust upward, pressing his wet cock against your core. “I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

At his confession, not the first of the night, you teared up. He wiped away your tears, bringing you in for another kiss as he guided his sensitive length to your entrance. He cried out in a whimper against your lips as he felt your hot walls clench around him.

“I love you,” he whispered again drunkenly as you fully bottomed out, the stickiness of his previous orgasm coating the underside of your thighs. You kissed him desperately, uttering those three words back to him as he held your waist tightly.

Your night had just started, and with the way Heeseung wasted no time in fucking into you roughly, you knew it’d be a long one.

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☆𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓸𝓐 𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓼𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ☆ (yea pretty basic but it’s the best I got rn 😭)

Warnings: slightly angsty??,cringe,slightly cursing but otherwise fluff, mentions of burning….??? And fire??mentions of injury, car crashing, and stalking?? Blinky bro- get it together man

This is so long help 💀💀😭 (also sorry I didn’t include some of the characters I got lazy)

Jimbo

Jim…to say he worry’s for you is an understatement

Feels like he has to be there watching your every move so there’s no accidents

You’re bumping into walls, poles, signs, breaking things,tripping,accidentally burning things

Jim is kinda of confused…how did you not see that pole….it’s right there

But he doesn’t have the heart to throw shade your way

Even if you do break things

Very important things

In all truthfulness he is frustrated but never mad, especially at you

Even when frustrated he doesn’t snap at you or lash out (even if he did I wouldn’t even count it as that, he just doesn’t seem like the type to yell at his s/o or anyone for that matter)

He just tries to fix it to the best of his ability

And if you try to fix it, he’ll definitely appreciate it even if it is a little…..banged up

As for the burning….

After the first time you cooked together…

Wouldn’t let you near the; stove,microwave,oven, or even the toaster without his supervision

He’s just trying to keep you safe, he doesn’t want an accident to happen, so…can you really blame him???

If you’re able to drive no you’re not 😃

You’re not getting in that car

Is scared you’ll slip up and get hurt or worse

So he’ll ride in the car with you if you’re driving

Once he gets his drivers license, you’re not driving it for a while 🧍🏾‍♀️he’s just looking out for you

When you trip he tries his best to catch to catch you but there’s no guarantee

He also tries to pull you out the way when there’s a pole which usually works

Unless he’s distracted

Another thing, he’d never laugh if you fell, and he’d always help you back up

He’s so sweet I love him he’s such a gentleman 💙

Toby pie

Tbh he was probably scared of you at first 💀💀💀

Thought you were bad luck (thank eli for that)

He quickly figured out that wasn’t true

Nothing happened to him when you were around

It was just you tripping and falling 😭😭

He did try to help you to the best of his ability

Surprised whenever you bumped into a pole

“How did you not see that?!?! It was right there!!!”

Throws shade at you all the time for falling tripping, or worse

But always does it lightheartedly

Tells you to ‘be careful’ but you him both know that’s not possible, even if you tried

The burning now…

That’s what has him paranoid

What if you’re house burns down

“You burned my house to the ground” (sorry not sorry)

But still

Every time you tell him you’re cooking, he tells you to be careful or asks if he can help

Even if you say you don’t he’ll show up anyway 💀💀(“how I got you address…?…….don’t even worry about that bruh-“)

I mean you don’t want your house crispy do you?? 😭💀

Usually asks what you’re doing so he can keep track and be aware of what could go wrong

He’s lucky you’re just clumsy

Not one to laugh when you fall, but he has that stupid smile on his face while he helps you up

If you can drive, he feels very anxious about you driving

Doesn’t want you to get hurt or deal with the trouble of having to buy a new one and have the same thing happened over and over

So he offered to drive it for you (despite not having his license💀💀)

Either way start praying

If you break something, he helps you clean it up or just fixes it for you

If it’s something important, it’s likely that you never broke it because he never let you near it 😭😭 (no shade to you he’s just being careful)

But if you do break something important he’s definitely frustrated and you can tell

Toby is a very honest person, so he usually voices how he feels and his opinion

In this scenario…dw he’s not the type to yell at you or anything but he will slightly raise his voice an octave or two

But you can tell he’s upset

“I told you to be careful!! I told you this was really important, and to be careful with it……why didn’t you listen to me”

He knows that even if you tried you couldn’t but is still frustrated

But he’s not mad at you, he could never be mad at you

You usually try to fix it afterwards, which he is great full for that

Like a lot

(He’s so sweet I love Toby 🧡)

Claire bear

Tbh she just feels bad for you

You bump into stuff, fall and trip, burn things in chemistry by accident (you got ms. Janeth growing gray hairs💀💀)

And you break your own projects and assignments 😭😭😭

She usually offers to help you fix it

Let’s you know when there’s a pole or wall up ahead

Tries to stop you from tripping, but once again no guarantee

Is praying you don’t or haven’t already fell down the stairs (you have)

Tries to cook you food before you try to make it or she’ll buy you so many snacks or take out that you don’t even need to make lunch or make food 💀💀

Will also try and keep track of where you are so that she can be there to help you if you’re in danger

If you’ve got a car, she won’t necessarily drive it for you or tell you not to drive you

But will offer for you to ride or walk with her to spend time with you

And she’ll ask you almost everyday(she’s so slick)

It’s her little way of getting you to not drive the car without outright telling you (Claire is so smart, Claire>>>>>>)

Definitely helps you clean if you break something, if its glass…you’re not going anywhere near it or the mess you just made

Knowing you, you’d probably step on it or worse

If you break something important, like Toby, she probably didn’t let you near it in the first place

If you do break it…..

She’ll definitely be pissed

But she won’t say anything (that’s how you know bruh 💀)

She definitely wouldn’t yell at you, like at all

She wouldn’t even know what to say

In the end she feels bad because SHE thinks that YOU think she hates you

She doesn’t, and she lets you know that after a bit or after she’s calmed down

She’s more so frustrated than mad

If you try to fix it, she’ll definitely appreciate that

(Claire is a W girlfriend)

AAARRRGGHH

Confused as to why you keep bumping into walls and poles

Can you not see??? Are you blind??

Toby tells him you’re just clumsy but…..he doesn’t understand

What does clumsy mean?? And what does that have to do with you falling all the time??

Catches you when you trip or fall, not just sometimes, but all the time

He doesn’t pull you out of the way when there’s a wall or a pole

Instead he picks you up :)

Offers to carry you so that it’s less hazardous for you when traveling

Feels a little uneasy when you drive a car 😭😭

He doesn’t want you to crash okay 😭

As for cooking..

No 😃

Hell no😦

He can’t really stop you…

Well not that he can’t he just doesn’t 💀💀

The others keep track of you for him (mainly Toby)

So they’re there supervising, you…a grown adult

They know you feel embarrassed but they don’t care, they’re saving your life

And your house-

But anyways back to AAARRRGGHH

Won’t stop you from driving a car, but if you get in an accident even once

Gets nervous about you driving one again or any vehicle for that matter

If you break something he’s probably gonna eat it 💀💀 (if it is something he can eat)

Dw it doesn’t hurt him even if it is broken glass

If you break something important, he probably wouldn’t even be mad

Not even frustrated more so sad if anything at all

Does say anything either just holds it looking sad

Which makes you feel bad (and sad)

So you fix it (or try at least)

Which he very much appreciates, and it lifts his spirits quite a bit :) 💚

Blinky

Also confused as to how your bumping into walls

Like bbg can you not see???

Probably thought you had bad luck but after a while figured out that wasn’t the case

Still a bit cautious around you though

Tries to warn you when there’s a pole but is usually too late

Also try’s to catch you when you trip, which he always does of course cus it’s Blinkous duh 🙄 (my 5th hubby wubby/hj)

For his own sake he HAS to be there to watch you cook

Also you’ve caught him following you from time to time, he’s just looking out for you buddy, he’s trying his best

He mainly just asks where you’re headed so he can know what you’re up to

Will try and distract you from getting into your car (doesn’t work and if it does it’s rare)

And since you know how stressed he gets about you driving, and since you don’t want to stress him out further

You’ll usually just walk

If you break something he’ll probably clean it up for you or help fix it

If it was something important, he probably was sure to keep it on him so that there’s less of a chance of you breaking it

If you do break something important, he’d definitely be frustrated but not mad per say

And you can tell

He just sighs and quietly grumbles whilst trying his best to fix it

Would not give you the chance to fix it at all and is scared you’ll break it further

In the end he let’s it go because he knows you can’t help it

Even though you stress him out sometimes he still loves you (I love my hubby wubby)

Douxie

Finds it partially amusing that you bump into poles and walls

But if you fall over or are actually hurt by it then that’s where the hilarity of it ends

At first he thought you just had bad luck or something, but he checked and you didn’t

So you explain you were just really clumsy…and partially hazardous 💀💀

Pulls you out the way if there’s a pole up ahead or just warns you before you hit the pole and or wall

Usually catches you if you fall and if HE doesn’t then he was probably just using his magic

Sometimes if he’s in a particular mood he’ll let you fall, but he’ll make sure that you don’t get hurt (but still 💀💀)

Doesn’t trust you in the car, so he ‘offers’ to drive for you

If you do drive……naur 💀💀

He’s getting out

And throws shade at you while doing so (lightheartedly of course)

He doesn’t let you cook either, he doesn’t have the insurance for an apartment fire (💀💀💀💀 I’m sorry, no like I’m actually sorry that’s funny and it shouldn’t be)

So instead of supervising he’s the one doing the cooking

But usually gets take out so there’s less of a chance

He barely trusts you the toaster

The amount of times you’ve broken something is beyond me 😭😭

If you break something, he’ll help you clean it, or offer too at least

He knows you’re an adult and you can handle it yourself but he doesn’t want you to be hurt

Especially if it’s broken glass

If you break something of importance

Tbh idek what his reaction is

Believe it or not

He’s only a little frustrated, if at all

He’s more so exasperated if anything

When he sees it broken he’s just like “oh……here give it to me I’ll fix it”

🧍🏾‍♀️like bro ur not mad??

If you’re insistent on fixing it (which you are) then he’ll let you

He does appreciate it though

Like a lot

Steve the Palchuk

Probably made fun of you and laughed at you whenever you fell when he first met you

Then was kinda scared of you cause Eli told him you were bad luck

But now he doesn’t

He’s still somewhat amused

Just no longer out right making fun of you

He does help you up when you fall

“Hey, watch where you’re going, I don’t want you getting hurt..”

Yes pookie

Anyways, Steven usually tries to catch you

But he’s also a bit clumsy so you both end up falling down 😭😭

He is definitely one to warn you, not just when there’s poles in front of you but around you as well

Will sometimes pull you out of the way closer to him to look…heroic??? (Steve come on-)

Doesn’t let you drive his Vespa

And if you have a car of your own

😅 nah man-

“Oh please fuck that car, get on my Vespa” 💀💀💀

Doesn’t understand how tf you burn things

How???? Especially if you were watching it the whole time

As much as he wants to protect you but still

He’s scared to come over when you cook

Especially if it’s over the stove

If you break something he usually offers to help fix it or pay for it

Even if he doesn’t have the money for it (aww Steve 🥲)

If you break something important

He won’t be mad more frustrated

And if it has anything to do with the sake of Arcadia then he’s scared screaming and running around like a little girl

So you have to calm him down and apologize

You and him do try to fix it so he’s feeling a lot better

But still he’s nervous, are you just clumsy or bad luck???

Was Eli right???

Nahh someone this sweet could never be bad luck

Aja

She’s never met a human this….

Clumsy??? Is that the word

Doesn’t understand why you’re bumping into poles, “they’re in front of you how did you not see them…?”

Same with walls, you’ve had to have seen it….are you blind

When you trip, she’ll giggle a little bit but she’ll help you up

She thinks you’re so silly

The amount of times you’ve broken your own projects and assignments is astonishing to her

Has watched you burn things without literally trying

And is just like 🧍🏼‍♀️”how did you do that??? Show me!!” (💀💀)

Watches you when you’re cooking

After a while connects the dots, your forbidden from the kitchen (unless it’s to eat)

If you’ve got a car

She won’t stop you from driving it

But is still worried

If you get into an accident then she probably wouldn’t let you drive it for a while after that

If you break something, she’ll offer to fix it

If it’s tech she’ll take it to krel to fix and probably improve :)

If it’s something important

Tbh I don’t see her being mad about that seeing that you didn’t do it on purpose

“I told you to be careful!!…….now look…..”

“Sorry I’m just frustrated….”

But the thing is she doesn’t look or seem frustrated

She looks more worried and sad if anything

She appreciates that you offered to fix it

Dw it’s not that she doesn’t trust you or thinks you’ll break it

It’s just that whatever it was probably wasn’t something you could fix

So now she keeps important stuff in a certain place that you can’t reach, or would have a hard time try at least

But she loves you even if you are a clumsy silly little human (I nominate Aja to be my girlfriend)

Krel

Now this…….I’ve been waiting for this (I’m literally obsessed with this boy I love him sm)

Is also confused as to why are you are bumping into walls

“Ay yi yi yi…….are you a soolian??….it was right there…you saw it coming!!!”

Eli also told krel you were bad luck 🧍🏾‍♀️

Which krel, boy genius, obviously didn’t believe

I don’t see him pulling you out of the way when there’s a pole or a wall, I don’t really see him warning you much either 💀💀

On a good day he probably would

If it were something that could hurt you or worse would probably do both

“Be careful!!! And watch where you’re going, my love you know I can’t stand to see you hurt” 😍😍😍

Krel >>>>>>>>

Anyways

Probably laughs when you fall, but helps you up)

Except when you’re hurt, then he probably feels bad and helps you up

Is actually scared FOR you

Like constantly

Bro is going through enough he don’t need this 💀

The fires, possible car accidents

💀💀he’s horrified

If you’ve got a car or something

Not anymore

He’s not letting you get in that

Literally forbids you

“As king in waiting of akiridion 5, I hereby forbid you from going in that death machine”

“Krel…….this is earth….now get out of my way I’m going to the mall-“

Probably had luug piss on your tires (making them pop, or melt…..probably-)💀💀💀

Either way you’re not getting in that car

Now the burning…..

Naur-

If it’s in chemistry class

He’s probably yelling and screaming along with everyone else😭😭

If it’s because you were cooking

Nope

He gives you a blank bot so that you never have to cook again!!! 😃

And if that’s not good enough for you then sure go ahead burn your house down 💀💀💀

He’s just trying to protect you

If you break something it kinda scares him or makes him nervous

Not too sure why

He does offer to help you clean it up

Or more likely fix and improve it in any way he can

Or he’ll use parts of it (for god knows what)

If you broke something important he probably kept it away from you anyways (sorry y/n)

If you did manage to break something important

He’d be frustrated definitely

But not mad seeing as you didn’t do it on purpose

“I keep telling you to be careful!! Why don’t you listen!!! Ugh….great now I have to fix it”

That and other things pretty hurtful things in all honesty are things he says in the heat of the moment

After a while he calms down

He knows you can’t control it so what’s the point in yelling at you for it, you apologized and tried to help what’s the point in being upset

He does think you’re adorable and loves you, but when breaking his inventions….it hard to think so (no he still thinks you’re adorable)

Eli

Couldn’t add a gif for him so anyways but yea 😔

Like I said before

Bro is horrified of you

You must be bad luck or something

After a month or two of watching you…(wtf Eli not again)

He realizes that he might be wrong

None of your friends ever got hurt, just you

He’s thinking about investigating you

Which he does

You just explain to him that you’re a little bit clumsy

“Yea…., a little clumsy….”

C’mon you fell over the railing that’s not clumsy mf 🙄/j

He genuinely thinks you’ve been cursed but what’s the point in telling you that, you have enough going on

You almost burned your house down for gods sake you don’t need anything else rn

Tries to warn you if there’s a pole or a wall(the majority of the time you don’t hear him)

At this point he just feels bad for you…

If you trip he’ll try to catch you but ends up falling down with you

Won’t laugh if you fall, he’ll just help you up and tell you to be careful (even though he knows damn well you can’t 💀💀)

Like I said before Eli….thought you were cursed

So when a fire breaks out and you’re the cause

He starts freaking out

He does know now that you aren’t….or might not be

But the possibility is still there…..(I’m Eli’s eyes at least)

Honestly he’s really scared for you

Like shaking in his boots scared

And gets extra scared when you don’t respond to his texts he keeps thinking something happened

Eli is definitely a bit paranoid as always

Honestly if you break anything he’d probably just let you clean it or if it were too big of a mess he’d probably helped

If it was important he probably fixes it or at least tries

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you

It’s just that he doesn’t trust whatever the fuck type of borderline hazardous shit is gonna happen yet

Especially if it’s an item that could be considered a weapon

Eli doesn’t even have to worry about you crashing your car

You wanna know why??

CUZ THIS ASSHOLE RATTED YOU OUT 💀💀

He told your parent(s) about the time you snuck out (to go see him 💀) and that you had basically crashed your car on the way back

Needless to say you no longer have car keys

You and Eli ended out getting into a big fight later about it

But more on that later 💪🐺🐺

Yea he loves you obviously

Even if he does think your cursed

But that’s not gonna stop him from loving you

(Sorry this was short I had to finish it quick tho)

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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AITA for calling the cops (twice, kind of) on someone in a car who swerved at me on the side of the road?

(Disclaimer: I hate cops. But I felt extremely threatened and wasn't going to let this go without something happening.)

I am a high school student and have not yet gotten my license, and therefore cannot drive alone. To get to school I ride an electric scooter, it looks a bit stupid as a high schooler but it is the only way possible for me to get to school on time. (I have a class before school in the morning, and both parents have work.) I've been doing this for over three years and have had no problems until recently.

Two or three weeks ago, I was on my way home from school. I noticed a car approaching from behind, and moved to the very edge of the road as I would normally. I was literally in the gutter on the side of the road, nowhere near where cars would be. This car, however, then sped up rapidly and swerved within 2-3 feet of hitting me. Probably not trying to actually hit me, but clearly trying to scare me or something of the sort. The person in the passenger seat was screaming the whole time.

The car sped off (I should mention that the speed limit on this road is 25 mph, and the car was going at least 50-60 mph) and after standing in shock for a moment I followed them home since they apparently lived in my neighborhood. I caught two teenage boys leaving the car, and asked if they had been in that car and had swerved at me on the road. They denied everything and went inside the house.

I went home and after a short while, came back with my father to back me up. Asshole move from me, I know, but he insisted on going in case the boys decided to get violent. I made him wait a short distance back, then rang the doorbell. Waited for a while, no answer. They were clearly still inside; the car was still parked on the road nearby and I hadn't been gone for long.

When they didn't answer, I then went home and called the police. I gave them the license plate number and the guy's address, and they said there had been reports of him speeding and being reckless before. The cops went to the house and yelled at them, and I thought it was over then. I most certainly did not want to press the issue any further, the shock and adrenaline was wearing off at this point and I just wanted to be done.

But several days later, I was sent screenshots of the driver of that car spreading hate about me on Snapchat for getting him in trouble. Now this is kind of difficult to explain, but I am unfortunately somewhat well known for riding an electric scooter to school. But up until this point, people just were aware of my existence. After the Snapchat posts and messages about me were spread, all of that turned into pure hate. Every time I was seen with that stupid scooter, people would scream that they wished I would fall and stuff like that. None of this had happened before, and I was (and am) miserable and scared. I don't feel safe anywhere around school because this is still ongoing.

I also tried to contact him via Instagram messages, to which he did not respond. That was three times that I attempted to contact him: first by following him as he was getting out of the car, second by ringing the doorbell, and third by messaging him.

Two days ago, I got my mom to pull me out of school early because I was feeling like crap after some particularly bad harassment in the morning. In the office as I was asking to sign out, I started crying in front of the school police officer, and she asked for the full story. I told her about the online posts and the catcalling and harassment I dealt with every day, and she took it very seriously. I didn't want her to do anything really, but she did anyway (I'm not upset about this honestly, it was probably a good thing). She said that the patrol officers usually didn't do much about stuff like this, but she could and would do a lot more.

She pulled the guy out of his class after I had left to go home, and in her words "put the fear of God in that kid"; telling him he should have lost his license and that since he was 18 he could face real consequences and go to jail for stuff like this. He has been told that he has to stay at least three feet away from me at all times.

Since then, he hasn't said anything to me in person, and hasn't posted anything publicly online. I still don't feel safe at school or anywhere in the area, but I've been taking an alternate route to try to avoid being seen and yelled at as much.

Am I the asshole? I honestly think we both might be, but I do feel somewhat justified by the fact that he at least got some sort of consequence for threatening my life like that and causing that level of problem.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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remcycl333 · 1 year

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i really like when u talk abt ur own experiences when dealing with all this!! could u expand more on how u manifested ur apartment? like what ur daily life looked like, etc. bc im in a similar situation w a mentally exhausting family and im trying to get tf out lol

TW: narcissistic/co-dependent parent

yeah! so my older sister got married and moved out, leaving me alone with a narcissistic parent, so i knew i really wanted to move out and live on my own. but i had negative circumstances. for instance my parent was really co-dependent, which led to them never letting me get my drivers license or a job. even when i was 20-21. plus this was during lockdown so i didn't really have the ability to learn how to drive from other means. plus along with not being able to drive and not having the money to afford living on my own, i knew my parent would never let me move out bc they didn't want to be alone. so i was really depressed because my situation felt very hopeless.

but then i remembered the power of manifestation. i had manifested an sp at this point and other things, such as appearance changes and money here and there, but this was a "big" manifestation. big meaning that so many dominoes had to fall in just the right places, so to speak. for instance i was nervous that i'd wake up in a new apartment and not be able to pay the rent to live there and have to move out. so i was unsure if i should manifest money first, and then manifest the apartment. but what i was imagining as my end was me in my apartment with more than enough money to survive, so i decided not to manifest in steps.

i was triggered a LOT at first, bc like i mentioned i was dealing with a co-dependent narcissistic parent. like sometimes they'd talk about how i'd still be living at home till i was 25+ and the idea made me go absolutely crazy. i went through months of being miserable at the idea, thinking about how all my peers were living on their own and not having to deal with the shit i did. but eventually i just got so fed up and i decided i just needed to go completely in, because i had been putting off really applying for the longest time.

so what i did was make a note in my notes app describing my dream apartment, and i included pics i found on Pinterest of different features i wanted in my apartment. like what i wanted the kitchen and bathroom to look like, the specific vanity i wanted, etc.

then whenever i thought about it, i'd tell myself i was already there and the apartment was mine. similarly to Abdullah slamming the door on Neville and saying "you are in Barbados", any time i wondered how it would happen or think about how it hadn't reflected yet, i'd tell myself "you are in your dream apartment." it was a reminder that i wouldn't be wondering any of those things, or worrying or doubting, if i was already in my dream apartment. and i already was there in my imagination! so there was no room for me to be dwelling on stuff like that.

throughout the day, i liked to retreat to my imagination when i had time and felt upset about my 3D. i'd do so by imagining that my surroundings were different. for instance i had a picture saved of what i wanted my shower to look like (it was always my dream to have a really really nice bathroom bc my shower has always been a safe space for me of sorts lmao) so when i was in the shower, i'd close my eyes and imagine i was in that shower i had saved from Pinterest. i also did this in the kitchen when i was cleaning or cooking, and while i laid in bed at night before falling asleep.

i also never really let people come over to my house when i lived with my parent(s) bc my co-dependent narcissistic parent would always come up with some completely insane and random reason why they didn't like that friend and i'd never hear the end of it. so i'd have inner convos with myself about how i was excited my friend was coming over later and i'd come up with different things we'd be doing. this was another way i liked to fulfill myself in my imagination.

whenever i was interacting with my parent, as i way to dismiss my 3D, i just pretended i was visiting home and that's why i was with them/at their house. it helped me remind myself that being there wasn't permanent.

this manifestation took me a couple of months, as i was triggered a lot. eventually, after fulfilling myself enough and finding solace in my imagination whenever i felt bad, i was triggered less and less by my 3d and circumstances. i also manifested my parent being chiller and blowing up a lot less.

the final thing i was missing was that i was in a neutral state a lot and i thought because i wasn't upset by my 3d that meant i wasn't in the state of lack. i just had this epiphany recently on my twitter, so it took me a while to correct this issue because i didn't even know it was an issue. i had that epiphany well after successfully manifesting my apartment.

the neutral state was me being like "oh my 3d isn't too bad i kinda like chilling in my room unbothered." so i wasn't upset at my 3d, but i was still also acknowledging i didn't have what i wanted. this was fixed when i started imagining my surroundings as my dream apartment, like i mentioned a few paragraphs up.

and then one day, i woke up and my surroundings felt different. i sleep with a sleeping mask on, so when i wake up and open my eyes, it's still pitch black. but i felt the air around me was different, and the sounds around me were different. like the sound of my ceiling fan in my room was different. then i took off my sleeping mask and i was in my new room, in my new apartment!

it was kinda spooky at first im ngl. at first i thought i was dreaming, but i wasn't (i checked). then i just explored the apartment! i was paranoid i was gonna find someone in my apartment or something 😭 but the apt was exactly how i wanted it to look, and i had plenty of money in my bank account to cover rent and bills and food! and i've been living here ever since with virtually 0 problems :)

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NAMJOON DATING HEADCANNONS

AUTHORS NOTE: Thank you so much for the support I've gotten over the last few days!! today I got 2 requests??? I quickly whipped this up, (partly because it's been sitting in my docs for a day now ) so I could post it for you guys! if the link doesn't work in this post I'm going to be so embarrassed... Love you! <3

WORD COUNT: 457

He tries to be a romantic. But his clumsiness gets in the way.

He tries to make you dinner ( he burnt the water :( ) but you do everything.

So whipped for you, he would do anything you tell him to do.

100% brings you to art museums

Only has eyes for you 🤭

Trust me he fell HARD for you.

He tried to get his driver's license when you guys first got together but had to stop because of his busy schedule.

Randomly buys you paintings, that he thinks you may like.

Honestly, I think he has quite a bit of dating experience.

If you ever struggle to sleep, he will read to you :(( ( even though he doesn’t sleep till 1 in the morning )

I feel like he somehow remembers every single thing you like, Like. buying something for your birthday when you mentioned it once.

He’s a very understanding and attentive person, so he can tell how you are feeling based on your expression.

Like in my jealousy headcanons, ( link here ) he doesn’t really get jealous, he just has no reason to.

Dates would probably be simple, instead of just cafes, like I said for Jimin, I feel like Namjoon is more of a stay-at-home guy, the only place you guys have dates ( not including home ) is art museums.

He wouldn't mind taking you to restaurants if you wanted though :)

As I said, Namjoon is clumsy. Army probably found out because he happened to have a “girlfriend” and your name slipped out of his mouth during a live. ( he quickly ended it 😭 )

Gives you spoilers on upcoming comebacks

I'm pretty unsure about nicknames for him, maybe “Love” or “Darling”?

He likes to bring you to the gym for company.

Pretty protective, just enough to know you're safe around him.

Definitely has his phone wallpaper as you ( it’s one of the thousands of pictures he has of you)

He probably has an album on his phone that is just his favorite photos of you.

Bought a spinning chair just to put in his studio for you.

Calls you when he gets bored at practice. (90% of the time he’s asking you to get food for him and the boys)

Admires you with his gorgeous dimple smile. :(

Wants kids so badly

Writes songs about you.

Randomly stops in the middle of your guy's house to admire the expensive paintings he bought.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t vent to you till he reaches his breaking point :(

But he DEFINITELY gives the best comfort, his comfort makes others seem like they are barely trying.

Would be excited to meet your parents ( he bought them gifts and everything :( )

Tries to spend as much time with you as possible because of his busy schedule.

#bts headcanons #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts fic #bts x you #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #bts namjoon #namjoon headcanons #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x you #namjoon

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sturniololoco · 3 months

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hiii, i just wanna say i love your writing so much and keep up the amazing work! also earlier today i was watching the vlog about chris and nick learning to drive , and wanted to know if you could write something where sturniolo sister is there and maybe she gets a chance at driving as well with matt guiding her, idk if that makes any sense at all 😭 but if you understand what i meant could you do something like that? thank youuu 😭🩷

Driving Lessons

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Cussing, panic, etc.

Note: Kinda short. Sorry!

SLS/N's POV

I think it's safe to say that Nick, Chris, and I rely on Matt a ton when it comes to going places.

Whether it's to school, target, or to a friend's house, we always need him to drive, and he usually doesn't pitch too much of a fit.

But I still wanted to help out and get my license, so I asked him to teach me.

So that's where we are tonight: In the middle of an empty McDonald's parking lot at 2:30 in the morning.

I got into the driver's seat as Matt went around the car and into the passenger's seat. Matt somehow convinced Nick and Chris to stay home, which I was very grateful for, knowing that they would only be a distraction.

Matt showed me how to adjust my seat and rearview mirror since he was so much taller than me. I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, feeling nervous.

"Hey, your gonna do fine. I'll be right here the whole time." He said, picking up my hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

I nodded, trying to get my confidence up. I looked at him, waiting for my first instruction.

"Okay, so the first thing you're going to do is move your shifter from the P to the D. Tell me, what do those stand for?" He asked me. I looked at the shifter labels and thought back to my driver's ed book.

"Park and Drive? I said, almost like a question I was afraid to get wrong.

"Yes, good girl. Go ahead and move it, but keep for foot on the break." He said. I smiled, happy I was making him proud.

I did as he said, then slowly pulled out of our parking spot, checking for cars.

After about 15 minutes, I was finally getting the hang of it. I always made sure to put my blinker on at turns and to check for people and cars.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you're doing amazing. Much better than Nick and Chris by far!" He joked as I made my last round of the parking lot.

As I went to pull back into our parking lot, a truck pulled into the row behind me, taking me off guard. My hands began getting sweaty again and a cold flush of fear flowed through me.

Instinctively, I sped up a little. Then, I pulled into the closest parking space I could find. I quickly put the shifter back to the P and switched the car off.

I breathed heavily, hands shaking as I stared out the front windshield. I heard Matt's door open and close, then saw him walking around the car to the driver's side.

He pulled my door open and then crouched down to get on my level. He used his pointer finger and thumb to pull my chin to the left, forcing me to look at him.

"You Okay SLS/N?" He asked me. I nodded.

"I need words, sweetheart. I need to know you're okay." He said again, letting go of my chin and putting his hand on my cheek.

"I-yeah I'm okay. I just got nervous. I'm really sorry." I say, feeling bad that I ruined the night. He gave a smile, saying,

"Don't you dare say you're sorry! You did so well and I am very proud of you. So why don't we get a McFlurrie and head home, yeah?"

I nod vigorously. He chuckled and took my hand, helping me out of the car.

"So, what did ya crash into?" Chris said as we walked inside, McFlurries in hand. I giggled while Matt said,

"For your information, she did very, very well. She even got rewarded with a treat." We cheered, touching our McFlurries together.

"You didn't get me one?!" Nick said, looking disappointed.

I rolled my eys and handed him mine so he could take a bite, which he gladly accepted.

"Fuck no I didn't get you one! The last time we drove, you took out the side mirror with a stop sign!" Matt said, laughing.

That caused all of us but Nick to laugh out loud, clutching our sides, out of breath. Nick shrugged and said,

"That bitch was in my way!"

#nick sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo sister #sturniolo sister x reader

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incorrect quotes with VERY specific characters because why not

Rayman: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

Rayman: I wouldn’t put it in those words exactly. Peppino: Why not? Rayman: Because I don't know what they mean.

Peppino: Just be careful, Rayman! Rayman: heading out the door I'm always careful, Peppino! Rayman: It's everything around me that's careless.

Peppino: I don’t have anything against you, but I can make up lots of reasons to attack you!!

Peppino: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.

Peppino: I'm gonna get my pilot's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses. Baldi: The big five licenses? Peppino: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

Rayman: Hey besties- Baldi: Die. Rayman: What did I do to you-

Rayman: Baldi, we need that! Baldi, holding Peppino over a trash can: Nope. Rayman: Gimme it— Baldi: It’s garbage.

Rayman: Now, Peppino, all of us are doing this because we care about you, okay? Baldi: Except for me. I just wanted to see the look on your face.

Baldi: Happy Scorpio season. If you have to burn a bridge, do it safely! Rayman: With NAPALM.

Peppino is casually searching around the room Rayman: Hey Peppino, what’re you looking for? Peppino: My will to live. Blue walks into the room Peppino: Oh, there it is.

Baldi: What do we say when life disappoints us? Peppino: Called it! Baldi: No.

Rayman, talking about Blue: Is this a friend of yours, Baldi? Baldi: Kind of? Not really. They're in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

Baldi: How do you want your coffee? Rayman: Black, like my soul. Baldi: Baldi: Rayman, your soul is a latte.

Blue: I have been tricked, I have been backstabbed, and I have quite possibly been bamboozled.

Baldi, teaching Rayman to drive: Okay Rayman, what does a green light mean? Rayman: Go! Baldi: A red light? Rayman: Stop! Baldi: And what about a yellow light? Rayman: If you floor it, you can make it! Baldi: …No—

Rayman, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs? Blue: It means like in hand-to-hand combat. Rayman: Ohhhh- Peppino: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

Rayman: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup? Peppino: The afterlife, I guess.

Peppino: You seem familiar… have I threatened you before?

Blue: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Peppino: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Rayman: Have you heard of Murphy’s law? The one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong? Peppino: Yeah, I have. Rayman: Have you heard of Cole’s law? Peppino: Is this a joke about coleslaw? Rayman: …maybe.

Peppino: Please could you go to the shop and get a carton of milk, if they have avacodos get six. Blue, coming back from the store with six cartons of milk: They had avacados!

Rayman: I'm going to ask you to be respectful. Peppino: I will politely decline.

Rayman: Watcha doin? Blue: Stealing my neighbour’s cat. Rayman: Scandalous. Rayman: Can I help?

Baldi: What’s your greatest weakness? Rayman: Interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics. Baldi: Could you give an example? Rayman: Yes, I could.

Peppino: I hope you have an explanation for this. Rayman: We have three, actually! Blue: Pick your favorite.

Baldi: School appropriate questions. Rayman: What was the lowest point in your life?

Rayman: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours! Blue: Six? I only got three! Baldi: You guys got sleep? Peppino, comes stumbling out of their room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: What year is it??

Blue: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products! Blue: sprays hairspray in their mouth Blue: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good.

Rayman: Peppino, you were so wasted last night. Peppino: I wasn't that drunk! Rayman: …You called a taxi home. Peppino: Yeah! It's called being responsible! Rayman: The party was at your house. Peppino: …Crap.

Baldi, to Rayman: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

#incorrect quotes #baldis basics #pizza tower #rayman #rainbow friends #they’d get up to the dumbest shenanigans I swear #Two of themwould share brain cells #One would be sick of the other 3 #And the other would be anxious/angry 24/7 while also being sick of cartoony shenanigans

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anonymusbosch · 3 months

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hngbhbtbbhbjnhbllll

car crash happened in front of me (I am fine and people involved are not hurt)

guy completely speeding and weaving thru traffic, I slow down cause I'm like "oh shit this is gonna go bad," and sure he spins out and crosses all the lanes and hits the side of the bridge seconds later

I'm just a few seconds behind. my partner calls 911 and I pull over to check if the driver's okay and see if there are any passengers, give first aid until the EMTs get there

airbags all blown. guy extracts himself. he's able to walk but really staggering and i try to get him to sit down. sometimes people are stumbling like that and they're super injured and they're running on adrenaline, in shock, no idea how injured they are. a previous accident I responded to there was a guy with head trauma bleeding down his face with no idea he was hurt. so I try to get him to sit down so I can check on him but he's not mentally there, he's stumbling so much he tips onto the guardrail and then I'm like "jesus" so I sit down and get him to sit and give me his info (entirely to get him off his feet) and he's just so intoxicated that he can't walk. he was walking like his leg was broken but he's just that smashed. and there's shrapnel all over the bridge. he hit two other cars, they're pulled over, the police are there holding back all the traffic behind us. Everyone in front of us kept going and everyone behind us is blocked by the police. and I try to start to leave because there's real first responders and this guy isn't bleeding and he tries to stop me - he's polite but he wants me to be a witness and I say "dude I saw you screaming down the right lane and weaving in traffic and totally spinning out" and he says "that guy cut me off!" and I say "listen, I didn't get hit, you're not hurt, I'm leaving" and he says some more stuff, he's not belligerent but he's drunk and scared and I want to leave, my legs are shaking and the sirens are loud, and I say I'll make sure the cops have my info, and I drive on and the cop ahead of me waves me down and I realize that oh fuck I left my wallet in the house. but I have a photo of my license and that's good enough and I give the cop my name and phone number and license number and drive off the empty bridge with nothing but the crashed cars and the flashing lights and my arms shaking just a little and I get off the bridge as soon as I can and pull over and stop the car and half start crying. and I dictate what happened in a voice memo and hold my partner's hand and sit there and shake for a minute until I can get my breath and legs beneath me and feel ok to drive the rest of the way home. and I just. this is the... fifth? time? I've responded to a crash that happened but it's the only one that happened while I was also driving. and I sometimes wonder what I would do in some emergency situation and I've learned that I don't necessarily keep my head on straight or pay attention to the right things but I *try* and I do respond. and this is just the first one where I've fully felt my body going haywire even when I'm keeping a cool head, felt my legs shaking like that, felt the bloodrush and the need to go cool off after.... blllaksjfbakla I am home safe and able to just shower and lie down. and I am very glad no one was seriously injured and I am very glad I saw what was about to happen and braked and I am very glad I wasn't 10 seconds further along the road. and I am just. glad to be home

also like last night i got a drink at the bar planning to dance for a while and then pick up my partner to go home and it was wayyyyy stronger than expected so I had to be like "sorry babe I'm gonna need to wait this one out" and ended up taking like an extra full hour (on top of the planned amt of time) and then some before I was 100% good. and so we didn't get enough sleep and were going home early today and I roped us into an extra. 45 mins of delay. with the responding to the crash. and so i am not good at getting partner home early these last couple days. but for. reasons

#what should i tag this #uh #alcohol #car crash #blood #(mention)#injury

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atlasdoe · 9 months

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Hello my name is Ace and i'm back on my lab rats bullshit so i'm rewatching the entire show

i've been trying to sort out all of the characters ages in my head since the dawn of time so im using this rewatch as an opportunity to keep record of all the times the characters mention their ages or time as a whole

also i would like to make it known that i have no idea how American schools work

also also I know that this is a kids show and I knew that the timeline had issues way before I started this but it was a fun thing to keep track of as I watched and now I have this information and I have no idea what to do with it so enjoy i guess

Lab Rats

Season 1, Episode 1: Crush, Chop and Burn Part 1

- All of the siblings attend High School meaning that they are from the ages of 13 - 18

- All of the siblings attend the same gym class

Season 1, Episode 8: Bionic Birthday Fail

- It's Leos 14th birthday

- Donald says that he's 38

this particular episode first aired on May the 7th so this could be Leo's date of birth but it's never said what the day is in the episode

also side note but it is cannon that Davenport did not celebrate Adam Bree and Chases birthdays up until this point. Also they don't know who Santa is but do celebrate Christmas with presents and decorations the same as seen in episode 3

Season 1, Episode 14: Chore Wars

- Chase says that 2009 was 3 years ago making the year this episode takes place 2012

Season 1, Episode 15: Dude, Wheres My Lab

- It's summer vacation meaning that it takes place during the months of May, June, July or August

Season 1, Episode 16: Air Leo

- Leo says that he's 14

- The episode takes place in the school meaning that if it was summer vacation in the last episode then it's a new school year in this one. American school years start in either late August or early September

Season 1, Episode 17: Night of the Living Virus

this isn't really anything but it was very obvious to me that this episode was shot before the others. Not only does Chase have his old haircut that he had for the first few episode but the sofa has the old throw pillows that they changed at the end of the second episode. Idk what this means for the timeline of when this episode took place (i believe it's a halloween episode as it aired in October) so idk if this episode is supposed to take place before the other episodes or if the producers just didn't care enough to care about the changes

- Caitlin is at least 16 years old in this episode as they mention her sweet 16

Season 1, Episode 20: Mission Space

- Leo says that Marcus is a Sagittarius

- Bree says that she's also a Sagittarius

Sagittarius have their birthdays between November 22nd and December 21st

Season 2, Episode 1: Speed Trapped

- Leo says he's 14

Season 2, Episode 2: Spy Fly

- Leo says that Davenport is almost 40

- It appears that Adam and Chase are in the same health class since they have the same assighment

- Bree and Leo are both doing the same physics test in the same class

Season 2, Episode 9: Spikes Got Talent

- At the beginning of the episode the siblings talk about the yearbook and about how everyone got a most likely to apart from Chase. This indicates that the yearbooks have just been handed out. When yearbooks come out depends on the school but it's mostly near the end of the school year

Season 2, Episode 12: Trucked Out

- Adam gets his drivers license meaning that he is at least 16 years old

Considering he passed on his first test and Bree, Chase and Leo don't have their licenses we can safely assume that Bree, Chase and Leo are all under the age of 16 in this episode

Season 2, Episode 15: Bionic Showdown Part 2

- Marcus is under the age of 16

Season 2, Episode 16: Memory Wipe

- The siblings erase 24 years of Donalds memory making him think that he's 15. Meaning that in this episode he would've been 39

Season 2, Episode 19: Llama Drama

- It's leading up to the homecoming game. Homecoming usually takes place in late September or early October meaning that it is probably a new school year

Season 2, Episode 20: The Haunting of Mission Creek High

- It's the homecoming dance meaning that it's still late September/early October

Season 2, Episode 21: Perry 2.0

- Adam and Bree seem to have gym class together but they're literally in gym for the entire episode apart from a small scene where they're at lunch so that might've been some special type of sport day or something like that

Season 2, Episode 23: Prank You Very Much

- It's been 150 days since Janelle and Leo first spoke to each other. Janelles first appearance in the show was Season 1 Episode 10: Can I Borrow the Helicopter? meaning that it (should) have been no more then 150 days since that episode. Though this doesn't make much sense since some of the most recent episodes revolves around homecoming which starts at the beginning of the school year and we already had a summer vacation episode last season and there is no way that everyone from "Dude Where's My Lab?" and "Llama Drama" happened within a month

Season 2, Episode 24: 'Twas the Mission Before Christmas

- It's Christmas Eve

- Tasha says that it's their first Christmas together but again like i just said this makes no sense since at least one christmas should've passed

- Bree says that Davenport Industry's have been risking the fate of mankind since 1992. If she hasn't made this year up then that means that if Donald is 39 in this episode and this episode takes place in 2012 like they're suggesting (even tho the episode came out in 2013. If this is their first christmas together it should be 2012) then Davenport Industry's started 20 years ago when Donald was 19

- Chase says that he is 15

Season 2, Episode 25: Trent Gets Schooled

- Part of this episode revolves around taking pictures for the Yearbook. Since Bree mentions her photo from the previous year and yearbook photos were mentioned in Spikes Got Talent this means that the siblings have DEFINITELY been going to school for longer then a year

- Leo and Trent both say that it's not football season. Football season is usually late August/early September to mid/late October meaning that it is not during this time in the episode

- Trent does a test in this episode and after passing he graduates immediately and then becomes the coach. Idk if it's possible for Trent to just immediately graduate at a random point in the school year or if this had to have taken place during the end of the school year

Season 3, Episode 5: Zip It

- Bree, Chase and Caitlin all get a part time job in this episode. In California you have to be at least 14 to work so this doesn't tell us anything about how old they are considering we know that Chase is at least 15 but I'm keeping it in anyway

Season 3, Episode 7: Scramble the Orbs

- Leo, Adam and Janelle have a gym class together

Season 3, Episode 9: Taken

- Douglas is at least 40 years old as he shows Leo a video from his 40th birthday party. This means that Donald has to be over the age of 40

Season 3, Episode 10: Three Minus Bree

- Eddy says that Leo is 16 years old

Season 3, Episode 12: Cyborg Shark Attack

- It's summer as said by Perry and indicated in what the characters are wearing but the school is still open meaning it might be around May - June

Season 3, Episode 13: You Posted What!?! Part 1

- Donald says that he's had Adam Bree and Chase for 16 years meaning that they are all at least 16 years old

Season 3, Episode 14: You Posted What!?! Part 2

- Donald says that he's 43

Season 3, Episode 15: Armed and Dangerous

- Donald says that he and the trio have had 16 years of training

Season 3, Episode 17: Brother Battle

- Bree mentions working a 12 hour shift at Tech Town. According to Google people under the age of 18 can be asked to work for longer then 8 hours a day in exceptional circumstances. They can ask only if no one who's over the age of 18 is available to do the work

Season 3, Episode 20: Merry Glichmas

- It's Christmas

- Leo says he's 16

- In the last Christmas episode Chase says that he's 15 meaning that for this Christmas Chase has to be at least 16. Since Leo says that he's 16 and it's could either be that Chase is only a few months older then Leo or that this episode takes place two years after the last Christmas episode and Chase is 17

Season 3, Episode 22: The Rise Of The Secret Soldiers Part 2

- It's given off that Krane began raising the secret soldiers since they were babies behind Douglas back as Douglas says that he had a tone of baby pictures meaning that Douglas and Krane must've been working together for at least 16 years

Season 3, Episode 23: Bionic House Party

- Bree mentions that some of the soldiers used her prom dress for target practice giving the impression that Bree has either already attended prom or was planning to soon. Since Bree is never seen with a stable boyfriend throughout the show it's likely that this was for her own prom. Students who attend prom are the senior class who are aged 17/18 years old. (i just wrote this and played the episodes only for Chase to say that the odds of her using it were very slim. Idk why Bree would have a prom dress if she never intends to go to prom but this could likely mean that she's a senior at the moment and already brought her dress before asking anyone to be her date) (idk use your imagination)

- Leo says that Donald is way older then he claims to be, giving the impression that throughout the show Leo has thought that Donald was younger then he really is because Donald keeps lying about his age. So far Donald has mentioned himself being 43. This would make somewhat sense if it wasn't for the memory wipe episode

- Bree says that Leo found them five friends in three years indicating that the first episode took place 3 years ago and if that episode took place in 2012 then it is currently 2015

Season 3, Episode 24: First Day Of Bionic Academy

- Bree says that she's still waiting on her sweet sixteen party meaning that Bree is at least 16 years old

- Leo has had his bionics for six months meaning it's been six months since the episode You Posted What!?! took place

- Bree mentions how she got stood up by a boy on prom night. this might be calling back to her unused prom dress

Season 4, Episode 4: Under Siege

- Leo refers to the time where Bree and Chase were looking after Kerry (Perrys niece) in the season 2 episode 18: Adam Up as "last year".

- Adam says that Leo is 16 years old

Season 4, Episode 6: Mission Mania

- Leo says he's been going on missions for over a month. His first mission would've been sometime after Rise of the Secret Soldiers

Season 4, Episode 8: Forbidden Hero

- Bree says that she has matured since high school giving off the impression that she did graduate. But it's noteworthy that none of the siblings go to school anymore and with Leo's last confirmed age being 16 he and maybe Chase should at least still be going. I can understand Chase no longer attending because there isn't much for school to teach him and he could've easily graduated early but it's odd for Leo to have just stopped especially since Tasha seems like the kind of mother to put Leos education over his bionic life. Also the last episode where we see the siblings attending school was Season 3, Episode 19: Face Off. In this episode all of the siblings were attending school. The show has never been accurate or cared about the characters ages when it comes to school and what classes they're attending so idk why i keep expecting them to subtly have Adam no longer be a student anymore or something but it was worth a try. Either way i think it's fair to say that school is giving us nothing in terms of finding out how old these characters are supposed to be.

- Also since i'm pretty sure that this is Caitlins last appearance in the show i'll mention now that she should be at least 19 years old since the Season One episode: Night Of The Living Virus mentions her sweet sixteen and with season one taking place in 2012 and this episode taking place in 2015 at the earliest, Caitlin should be at least 19. Although with that being said she was seen in Season 3 Episode 16: Alien Gladiators in school which she should've graduated by then. Again, the school setting seems to be ruining everything for me right now

Season 4, Episode 12: Space Elevator

- Chase says that their bionic secret has been out for a year meaning that it has been at least a year since Season 3 Episode 13/14: You Posted What!?! and it's been at least six months since the Bionic Academy opened

- Chase says that he went to High School for a year an a half meaning that everything that happened between the Season One, Episode One and Season Three Episode Nineteen happened within a year and a half (seems unlikely but okay)

Season 4, Episode 13: Bionic Action Hero Part 1

- Despite the fact that Leo moved up two colours in the last episode he's back to wearing the yellow shirt in this one meaning that this episode could've taken place before the last one but chances are the writers just don't care

Season 4, Episode 15: One Of Us

- We don't see Leo in his uniform in this episode but looking at the extras nobody is wearing the yellow shirt. In Season 2, Episode 12: Space Elevator all of the students moved up a colour and Leo two colours meaning that this episode takes place after the Space Elevator one definitely

- Bree says that she has 30 more years of being really cute. idk what this could tell us about her age currently but i'm taking what i can get

Season 4, Episode 18: The Curse of the Screaming Skull

- It's their first halloween at the Academy

Season 4, Episode 19: On The Edge Part 1

- Leo says that Chase named himself mission leader when he was 14 and Chase corrects him and says that he was 12. This could indicate that the trios first mission was when Chase was 14 and that's why Leo thought he named himself leader then

Season 4, Episode 20: On The Edge Part 2

- It's been two weeks since the last episode

Season 4, Episode 22: And Then There Were Four

- In the episode On The Edge, Leo becomes a mentor but for this episode he is back in his students uniform for whatever reason meaning that this episode could've taken place before On The Edge

- Douglas says that Daniel was just a baby the day that Donald took Adam Bree and Chase from him meaning that when Donald took the kids Daniel already existed

- Daniel is thirteen in this episode WHICH MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE. Donald said in You Posted What!?! that he had Adam Bree and Chase for 16 years. this episode takes place at least a year after that one meaning that it should've been no less then 17 years since Donald took Adam Bree and Chase in. If Daniel already existed when Donald did this (which he did) then he should be at least 17 years old

- Bree refers to her, Adam and Chase as teenagers so they all had to have been under the age of 19 and since it was said before that Donald must've had the trio for 17 years at this point their ages should be Adam: 19 Bree: 18 and Chase: 17

- It's said that the siblings threw Chase a 16th birthday party without inviting Chase (ouch) meaning that Chase is at least 16 years old

Season 4, Episode 23: Space Colony Part 1

- Perry says that she snuck up to space with the rest of the colonists when they were sent up. The colonists have been in space for almost a month and Perrys most recent appearance was in Season 4, Episode 21: Ultimate Tailgate Challenge, meaning that it has been at least a month since that episode took place

Season 4, Episode 25: The Vanishing Part 1

- Leo is back in his mentor outfit

- Bree says that she's a teenager and doesn't even have her drivers licence yet but there's no way i'm believing that she's under the age of 16 so i'm just gonna guess that she didn't have a chance to take any tests yet

Lab Rats Elite Force

Season 1, Episode 1: The Rise Of Five

- Donald says that he used to play in the subway 40 years ago. imma say that this means that he's at least 45 years old

Season 1, Episode 3: Power Play

- Bree says that there's three teenage boys living in the penthouse meaning that Chase, Kaz and Olivier are all still teenagers

Season 1, Episode 8: Coming Through in the Clutch

- The episode is focused on an Olympic send off event where fans can go and meet Olympians before they go to the Olympic games in Rio. They mention the Olympics being the ones held in Rio multiple times throughout the episode. The Rio Olympics were held in 2016 meaning that this episode takes place sometime in the summer of 2016 making this 4 years after the first episode of Lab Rats

- Bob says that he's 14 now meaning that he wasn't during season 4 of Lab Rats

Season 1, Episode 9: The Intruder

- Aj is 10 years old

- Chase says that his birthday is August 5th

Season 1, Episode 13: Sheep-Shifting

- It's Halloween and is implied to be the Elite Forces first Halloween together

- Bree says that she's 17 (idk how)

Season 1, Episode 15: They Grow Up So Fast

- Tasha visits in this episode with Naomi. During the Season 4 finale Tasha tells the family that she's pregnant and that it's a girl. The earliest you have to be to find out the sex of your baby is around 14 weeks but Doctors generally recommend waiting until 19-20 weeks (around 4 months.) Tasha does not seem to be showing at all during the season 4 finale (probably because the actress Angel wasn't pregnant and they didn't see the need to have her wear some kind of fake bump or anything since she wasn't so far in) and you start showing around 16-20 weeks leading me to believe that she was around 14-16 weeks pregnant at the time which is around 3 months meaning that Tasha had around 6 months until Naomi was born. Tasha says that she "hasn't had a moment to herself in 11 months meaning that Naomi is 11 months old in this episode. meaning that it's been around 17 months (a year and 5 months) since Lab Rats ended

- Namoi being 11 months old means that it must've been at least that long since the Elite Force was brought together as during Season 1, Episode 5: Need For Speed Douglas says that Donald isn't with the Elite Force because he wanted to be with Tasha when the baby arrived and during Season 1, Episode 7: The List Donald send the Elite Force a box of their old things as he was turning the lab into a nursery for the new baby. Although they never say if Naomi had been born yet.

Notes

I originally had the idea of making some form of a timeline of events to try to get something out of all of this but I literally did not have enough brain cells to do so. If you want to feel free though

I don't know why I did this. For some reason I just find this fun but I'm sure that we can all agree that this timeline is fucked and makes no sense whatsoever.

Anyways... i hope you got something out of reading all of this if you did *thumbs up emoji*

#lab rats #lab rats elite force #lab rats disney xd #lab rats bionic island

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For those reading @fazcinatingblog ‘s vague posts and my one post:

The story of how I nearly died in Sydney.

We were heading to the Giants V Collingwood game (the first mistake) in Homebush or whatever they call that stupid area so we caught the ferry but it’s so stupid, the ferry stop says Sydney Olympic Park but it’s actually nowhere near Sydney Olympic Park and we thought we just had a 10 minute walk.

15 minutes later up a hill we were exhausted.

We waited for a bus to take us back to Sydney Olympic Park train station which was all fine and all but the stupid thing is, there is a very high and unexpected step that I’ve never seen on any Melbourne bus, any Sydney bus, any Queensland bus, right where the Opal/Myki card touch off machine is.

Laura had stumbled down the step literally seconds before me but I hadn’t seen as I was trying to touch my stupid card off and had my sunglasses on. There was absolutely no way for me to see the step. I thought I was just walking, then I felt myself miss the step and I felt myself falling, but I was like ‘I’ll catch my fall I’ll catch my fall it’s just a bus step’ then it all went to severe pain and that’s all I remember, I think I woke up a few minutes later to Laura in my face asking if I was okay and holding my sunglasses, and another lady picking me up holding a packet of tissues because my finger and arm were pouring blood. I’d smashed my forehead on the concrete, I thought my hat had saved me but it hadn’t. My phone from where I touched off was still in my right hand, completely outstretched and slightly on the ground. My bag landed in a stupid position too. The bus driver forced me to give my details so I couldn’t sue him and he didn’t recognise my suburb address and then realised I’m Victorian and proceeded to tell me Victorians have no idea about public transport. Lmao okay mate.

Laura kept saying we could go back to the hotel whenever we wanted but after such a horrid run all I wanted to do was sit. I was kind of dizzy and didn’t know which way was up and some stupid GWS worker kept trying to give me this orange high vis vest that I was ready to burn.

When we were sitting I could barely watch the football. The lights were absolutely killing me and I felt so incredibly nauseous, I could have thrown up. The fans around us kept bagging Ash Johnson out and I kept bagging Lachie Schultz out. Laura said she’d spoken to me several times but had to repeat what she was saying as I just wasn’t with it enough to even hear her. She later described this to the paramedic as ‘very reserved’.

I noted that during the game I could not move my finger for the bad pain and it was still bleeding through the bandaid Laura gave me.

At 3qt I couldn’t take it anymore and could feel myself physically dropping with sleep - very unlikely to happen to me at a loud football game. I knew I had a concussion but I had no idea if I’d be safe enough to fly home the next day. So we found a St John’s ambulance team somewhere surrounding the stadium, Laura came in with me. I had to show them my driver’s license as I couldn’t remember my own birthday or address anymore, I nearly wrote Laura’s address as my own at the hospital. At St John’s I was beginning to violently shiver and I felt freezing. Laura had nothing to do other than sit along and watch me worsen. They did a blood glucose test or whatever that finger prick is, that was fine. Blood pressure was very high for me - they all say 130/60 is normal but that is not normal for me, mine is always low. They checked my pulse and then I remembered I had to tell them I had no spleen and show them my medical ID, something the Royal Melbourne and my haematologist have drilled into me whenever I’m in an emergency, I started to wish I had of given Laura my brother’s contact number, or even Patrick’s contact details so he could have stayed back in Sydney and helped if needed, or if anything got worse and I wouldn’t be able to leave. Or even my daughter’s Nan’s friend who’d came to the game and had a son playing in it.

They told me I should get an ambulance, I didn’t have to but I should - I was like yes I have to, I can’t risk this getting any worse with a flight tomorrow. And I didn’t want to be having seizures or anything at the hotel and leaving poor Laura to deal with it - frankly, she’d dealt with enough. I also wondered if by the time I made it home I’d be with it enough to look after my own children.

I sent Laura back to the hotel in Sydney because she wasn’t an immediate relative and I know due to my having no spleen they always put me in an isolation unit anyway, with strictly no visitors allowed. She asked the paramedic if she should stay or go. The paramedic said she didn’t know. Laura repeated her question. I told the paramedic Laura does this a lot, is never able to decide. Eventually Laura decided to leave - I was more worried about her spending the whole night sitting in the emergency department’s waiting room with a bunch of drug addicts going off tap. I’m still sure we made the right decision but now I realise just how concussed I was that I completely forgot I could have messaged or called my brother’s mate Patrick or his girlfriend, they were right there at the game! I’d lost it completely. All I could think about was my head pain.

The ambulance took a whole quarter to arrive and then they took an hour to leave the venue. I had secretly hoped I’d be taken to the RPA or St V’s - just because I know they’re slightly if not more better, and my details are already with St V’s Melbourne. Nope. They cook me to the concord hospital. The paramedics were so rude - the male one had a go at me for wearing bracelets and said ‘would you just take them off’ and then asked me, on four occasions if I was on drugs or alcohol. I said no, I only smoke cigarettes. He made me call Laura to confirm this, and to confirm details of the fall. And all I could think of was how much Laura hates phone calls.

My head pain was getting so much worse so they gave me this green whistle thing - from then on I had entered a new planet. They took me into the hospital and for not long we had to wait in the corridor behind an old guy in a neck brace with a green whistle who was beat boxing. Or attempting to. And my bitch paramedic took one look at me and said ‘I wish my patients did that, I always get the obnoxious ones’ like gee thanks.

I was asked to fill out a form - GREAT THING TO DO FOR SOMEONE with A CONCUSSION CONCORD - I could barely even hold the pen. I filled in my details as best as I could but under country of birth I accidentally put Croatia - I meant USA. I’d lost it completely and even messaged Laura saying I was born in Croatia. Like Jesus. They soon took me in and made me undress, putting me in a gown and a neck brace and then I wasn’t allowed to move from 11:30pm to 7am. The back and neck pain were torturous. The head pain was murdering.

The pain drugs soon knocked me out before I had remembered to message Laura about what hospital I was in. I was just gone, in another world. I woke up at 1:30am for a nurse to take my blood pressure and pulse. Still very high. She took another blood sugar test and that was fine. Then she left me to rest. Then the bladder awoke and I was busting.

I called for a nurse and thank god I got a nice one - Kim - who explained I had to use a bedpan. If you don’t know what a bedpan is - you simply don’t want to. I had forgotten all about the bedpan when I was in hospital for a concussion last year - the Alfred, actually - and basically they make you kinda bend your knees and lift your butt and then slide the thing under you and then you pee in it, lying down. Very uncomfortable. Very gross. And then they wipe you up much like how I wipe my baby daughter up with baby wipes. So strange to write about also. That was much better - then they left, I updated Laura holding my phone in an absolutely ridiculous position because I couldn’t move my head or neck and arrived to a million photos of Trent Bianco. She’d fallen asleep but awoken to - and experienced a part at the Wynyard station. Sounds like she had fun. I told her where I was and what was going on and went back to sleep for a few hours; there was nothing else to do and I was very concussed.

An hour later Kim came and took my obs again - still high - and gave me a cup of ice because ‘I looked thirsty’. Unfortunately that cup of ice made me had to pee again and an hour later, Kim and I were doing the bedpan again. I could not apologise to her enough.

I called my sister in law - she and my older brother are really my only blood contacts that I’m very close to and that aren’t my children - she couldn’t believe it but at the same time she could because ‘you always leave Collingwood games more injured than the players’ she’s not wrong. I called my cousin too, but I don’t remember much of what she said because I was gaga again at that rate. Laura was on and off texting, obviously asleep herself. She deserved the rest.

At around 5:30 6ish they took me through for a CT scan - both the nurse and I had to scream at them a bunch of times NO CONTRAST as I am anaphylactic to it. The CT scan was nothing to write home about, nor the ridiculous way they slide a yellow thing underneath you and move you from bed to bed. Xray was nothing to write home about other than his name was Jordan and he said I have a good name. I went back to the room and slept again for a bit. The doctor came and told me I had a fractured finger, fractured rib (I’ve only just recovered from another two fractured ribs from Collingwood’s premiership) and a concussion, but that I was okay to fly, I’d just be in a lot of pain. I was discharged at 6:40 and everyone was texting me to get an Uber. I just got the bus and train. The rest of the way was fine but the real bad pain started again at the Sydney Airport when I attempted to sleep on the floor or on Laura’s shoulder - but her shoulder was too Italian so I couldn’t sleep without hearing the lyrics to That’s Amore. I had a micro sleep on the plane but the rib pain was so so bad.

So in the wise words of Darcy Moore’s sister Grace;

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Romanoff's Delight

_Chapter 1_ Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Warning: Mentions and descriptions of abuse, and eating disorder. I think that's it. If there are any more, I should add that's also a trigger warning, lmk. I do not control what you consume online. You have been warned!

A/n: If any of the content is triggering for you, do not read or skip the y/n pov part since that is the only part of this fic that I put a warning for. If you chose to read this fic and have been triggered, please seek help and do not send any hate to me or any other amazing mutual writers out there just b/c you chose to ignore warnings! I will come after you if any of you do! You have been warned!

A/sn: age gap relationship. Nat is 33 and r is 20. Sry if i failed to put this up earlier 😅

A/sn 2: This fic was heavily inspired by Bazzi's new album Infinite dream. If y'all are interested plz go listen to it on Spotify or apple music or anywhere it's available. Also, I found it interesting that there is a dessert out there called Strawberry Romanoff and its origin is really interesting. so I was inspired to name it after our fav Tasha Bear.

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Word count: 3,906 🤷‍♀️ If any of that matters. Also sry if it's very long for a first chapter 😅

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"Does it hurt?" Asked the rabbit. "Sometimes," said the skin horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are real, you don't mind being hurt." - Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit

_Earth 616 Norway_ 2016_

As Natasha arrived back at her safehouse from the store, she finished the rest of her coffee and briefly prepared herself before leaving the car for anything that could be secretly waiting for her inside. With a careful step, she entered her trailer house as quietly as possible while holding her gun in front as a safe way to take point of the area if it ever was unsafe. When Natasha had come across her bedroom, she had let her guard down when she had heard her friend snoring away on her bed. Just then, as she kept her movements as quiet as possible, a look of mischief bore her face as she got closer to see if her friend, Mason, was still asleep before lightly kicking him awake, causing him to gasp in surprise.

"You're in my bed."

"I'm.. I'm not under the covers," he says to justify his reason for sleeping on her bed, even if he wasn't under the covers. Yet, that didn't mean she wasn't unhappy about it.

"Got everything on my list?"

"Got passports, entry visas, a couple of local driver's licenses. Mix and match; you should be able to stretch it to 20 or so identities."

"Fanny Longbottom?"

"What?"

"What, are you 12?"

"That's a legitimate name," he says, chuckling. "We got a generator outside. It's petrol-powered, and septic tank will flush in a couple of weeks. But you know, I have a guy coming for that. You have to haul your rubbish into town. It's just a 20-minute drive. And I've got your basic hardware kit stashed under the stairs."

"Nice," she says as gratefully as she can without giving away how distraught she is at how easy it was for the Avengers to break apart and take sides over a political deal multiple countries had signed. However, that quickly fails as Mason immediately senses that not everything is ok. Or so he thinks, as Natasha had only ever called him when she needed something, nothing more. Though she longed for a family she's never had, the Avengers she strove so hard to keep together make it as though it wasn't as it seemed or something she hoped it would be.

As Natasha deflected Mason's attempts to get her to open up a little about how she felt about the situation, Mason soon realised that maybe he should stop trying as she's only kept him at arm's length—making him walk away disapprovingly. That night as she's settled in, she cracks a beer and heats a can of soup. At the same time, she watches one of her favourite James Bond movies on her laptop to comfort her as her concerns about her life begin to come to the forefront of her mind in the hopes of straying off any nightmares she might have tonight. With the stress of her situation and the mail brought from the Budapest safe house, the last thing she needs is a nightmare to deal with when she's spent the past few days staying out of Secretary Ross's radar.

_Earth 01 New York_2016_

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When I returned to the house from school and settled in, my mind began drifting over to the many binders that contained photographs of our so-called family since I had lost all interest in finishing any of my homework. As I picked one off my bookshelf in my bedroom, I began to look through all the pictures of my very early years from the day they took me in. When I reached the end of my early years, especially my first picture in the whole album, I always found it strange that there was nothing written or even an image of how I was found or why I was left at their doorstep, leaving me to die potentially. However, as tempting as it is to think about all possible scenarios of why they chose not to tell me or leave anything regarding my origins, my feelings about my longing for a home, better life and relationships with other people that I could never have become increasingly evident. Let alone accept that I would never be accepted because I wasn't normal like everyone else. Especially the fact that I have eyes that are two completely different colours already says a lot. My right eye is green, while my left eye is brown. Heterochromia is what they call it. However, mine was complete rather than the normal variation of partial or split, leaving me to wonder which eye colour I was supposed to be born with since my body clearly couldn't choose one.

That night as I lay restless, I pulled out a picture of my beloved grandfather from underneath my pillow, savouring all the stories I'd heard about how close I was with him. And not to get too philosophically profound, but from observing families afar from my times outside, I'd like to think that from the time we were born, the world would feel it was in our hands. Something we can grasp within our hands, new, exciting, and worth exploring. Something I think we once had, our first experiences of the world take the form of love, some of its joy, and may even warmth. Others' first experiences, however, are of the less fortunate. They may not even know that feeling of love, joy or warmth until they become adults. However, at only five years old, nobody once told me to savour that sliver of a taste of love and happiness while it lasted.

Because once it's gone, you can never get it back. Since the day of my grandfather's funeral, I realised my childhood had ended, and so did a piece of my heart. From that day on, my family was never the same. Or should I say my "foster parents?" Ever since they had mysteriously taken me in, I've never really known what to call them since they've never felt like family to me, let alone be anything but parental figures in my life. I've known them to constantly fight while going on a spree of breaking anything they can get their hands on and treating me like I wasn't their own. That didn't mean I wasn't at least grateful for giving me some of my basic needs, no matter how much of that was out of pity. Since the funeral, they began to fight more often, my father's family started getting into each other's throats, and lastly, his family began targeting my mother again as if she were the cause of my loving grandfather's passing. And soon enough, I was also thrown into the deep end.

Little did I know, that would also mean that I would lose every piece of who I was or what it felt like was happening. Though that would be the first of many funerals, what struck me at the time was how I could never wrap my mind around others' perspectives of how or why people love to say and believe that children do not understand and have the concept of death. Still, to this day, I can't understand those others' perspectives of how children understand death. I've always seen it as a naive frame of thinking of how children see and understand the world. And quite frankly, I find that to be insulting. However, I am not a child anymore, and I find the feeling to be mutual regarding children. Nevertheless, that doesn't excuse them for condescending behaviour to outright call a child stupid for a concept they may or may not have. Yet, I may be biased to my own experience at that age, whereas I think children at five years old can somewhat grasp the concept of death just as much as they can understand love and joy.

In the year or two that followed, I began to have unhealthy feelings of self-consciousness, frequent thoughts of suicide and contemplated self-harm in many ways. At the time, I could not define the meaning of these feelings that were happening simultaneously. That is until I vocalised the word depressed to myself by asking myself if I was depressed. Yet, I was still in the process of understanding all those feelings and why I was always in a distressed state that caused me to cry myself to sleep, no matter how terrified I was to sleep alone at night. I even began weighing myself every week to see if I had met my mother's expected weight she wanted me to be causing my relationship with food to be compromised. Gradually, I started reducing the amount I ate every day. That's until I only ate half of what my small plate could contain, just like what my mother hoped I would. Yet the more guilty I felt about it as I craved more and ate more in secret.

As I grew older, those feelings of depression and its friend anxiety grew more unbearable, causing me not ever to eat whenever those feelings started to spiral inside my head and eventually led me to skip school altogether. I would also have days where I only ate two meals a day or did not even have a proper meal. I would even go on for days on meals consisting of peanut butter sandwiches or sandwiches containing only butter and sugar, only to briefly switch to appropriate meals as I was told by my mother to avoid any added blame or abuse.

To add to the pain I got through daily, my mother would even say the most demeaning things about me since the funeral, leaving me to feel like they were true even after all those years. And when I started to believe those lies, I began looking at myself in the mirror and seeing myself as the monster she saw in me. When I turned twelve, that's when I started to realise how twisted my mother's ways were. Then before I fully understood what was happening to me, I was found in an expected predicament of being forced to psychologically convince myself that I was romantically and sexually attracted to boys, not girls, when I was seen blushing one day at school over some boy I never even liked. In reality, I've always been romantically and sexually attracted to girls long before I was even aware that homosexuality was highly frowned upon. I even once cursed whoever had given me powers when they occasionally flared up. I never knew where they came from, much less who my birth parents were. Even at that moment, I questioned what it meant to be home or even to be a family. As the reality of the moment crashed down on me, that's when I knew the answer I'd been looking for lay within my heart. This torn-apart family, this house, and this life are none of those things I was made to believe. Hell, even this reality I was living in didn't feel real. Not when I spent most of my life without knowing what it's like to have feelings and be separated from the outside world.

Meanwhile, my older brother had it easy—way too easy for my taste, at least for me. I know it's shocking to me, too, to see that I'm not the only child. In fact, my brother, Dominic, is their only biological child. He's everything every parent wants in a child, even more so for a boy. Although I'd like to disagree, I'd admit I love him as much as they do. Both of us had our fair share of sibling rivalry and heartfelt moments. However, I can never agree on or bear at any given moment how easy it is for all of our family and extended family to argue and defend him as if he were their lord and saviour for the family's good reputation. Yet, I somehow put a bad name simply by breathing. That isn't to say that I despise him for being the golden child. It wasn't because of this toxic concept of family that made me love him, but what he did for me, or at least tried for my sake, as he was the only one in my dysfunctional family that saw me as his family whom he loved.

Since then, my days have felt like nothing but a constant mind-numbing nightmare. Though, the universe occasionally likes to sprinkle in bittersweet moments to mess with my mind to make it seem like I'm invertedly going insane. But if I were, I wouldn't be surprised if it was caused by the kind of life I have. Although lately, these days have felt a lot more gruelling than usual. You frustratedly sighed as you put your grandfather's photo underneath your pillow and got out of bed, knowing you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep anytime soon and that it's been hours since being woken up by your parents fighting again. As you rummaged around your room to find something to distract you, there was only so much you could do to make your life a little better.

Sure, listening to music does help cope with the noise, but not enough to make it better by any means truly. For drawing, it's nice but not enough to give you some substance to occupy your time and mind before wondering when it's safe to go back to sleep. Then there's writing. Many of us use a powerful tool that some take for granted. At the same time, writing can give us pleasure. Yet, people don't know that writers such as myself write and create these imaginary worlds because we crave to be able to not only have a better life but also to wish to live in a different world without any setbacks. However, this hour wouldn't be great to do as well since, you know, it requires peace and being able to hear yourself think. As your parents' fights got a bit louder as the night dragged on, you resorted to listening to music, daydreaming of what it would be like to live in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, with a few changes, and absentmindedly making paper stars.

Little did you know that your and Natasha's life would change that night as you added more green stars into your jar while she wrote in her journal. --- >

After Natasha had written in her journal for the night after watching two James bond movies, the power in her trailer home faded out just as she was about to start another film. "oh great.." she grumbles while her cat, Liho, briefly looks at her as if asking what she's complaining about before going back to sleep on the couch.

She gets up and changes out her pants for cargo joggers, a light jacket, and light-up gloves that wrap around her hands so that she doesn't need to bring anything else before putting on her boots to assess the issue or if she begrudgingly needs to get more gas for the rest of the night. As she stepped out, she was met with a gush of cold wind that immediately made her shiver, and she wished that the power to her safe house didn't go out until morning. Yet, like all adults, she puts up with it and grabs the hardware kit from under the stairs. After assessing the issue, Natasha begrudgingly cursed Mason for getting her a crappy generator that's said to last for 12 hours when it only lasted for five hours when the tank was full. She detached the generator link, put her empty gas container into the passenger seat of her car, and drove into town for more gas.

When Natasha came back, Liho eagerly greeted her once she opened the door, causing Natasha to always pick her up so that she could even step inside the house. And just like always, she fondly smiles at Liho's antics every time she comes and greets her. Even if Natasha wasn't gone that long, she has a small reminder that she has someone always waiting for her at home, furry companion or not; it's one of the small things she cherishes. Once she has gotten herself comfortable on the couch again, this time with Liho in her lap, she unexpectedly let out a yawn before clicking on a popular series on Netflix, Stranger Things, to watch just until she falls asleep.

Meanwhile, y/n finished making another green paper star and dumped it into a jar containing other paper stars she had made. Deciding that it was enough stars for the evening, Y/n securely screwed the lid back on and decided to return to bed. However, after she got up and stretched, she let out a big yawn before taking off her headphones, hoping that her parents had finally gone to their bedrooms for the night. As Y/n ensured they were asleep, she sighed in relief before peeking at the clock to see what time it was.

3:00 A.M.

It read in bold red, making it mock Y/n for even being awake at this hour, just like it did to Spongebob. With that thought, Y/n let out a deep breath as a subtle gesture to remind herself that she'll be ok. Worries and stress still plagued Y/n, even in the back of her mind, so Y/n grabbed Ryan, her stuffed lion, into her arms and finally went back to sleep.

As Natasha decided to opt for her bed instead of the couch that night, she finally lays peacefully asleep with Liho curled up at the foot of her bed. As both women drifted deeper to sleep, Y/n and Natasha found themselves at two different ends of the same ethereal dreamscape.

"Woah… Where am I?" Y/n says, astonished at how ethereal everything looks. As a feather falls near her eye, she looks up and sees flower petals of all different colours and white feathers rain from the sky.

Not too soon after, she's greeted by her stuffed lion that Y/n loves to hug at night, only to take the shape of an actual lion not too soon. Puzzled by what was happening, Y/n got on the lion's back and took her to a waterfall that lay within a bushy groove well beyond the luscious flower field. When she gets off the lion's back, she pets its head before hesitantly walking into the body of water, where the waterfall fills a large pond. Y/n becomes perplexed at seeing her opposite reflection in the water as she stands in front of the waterfall. Her reflection showed the same raven hair she had. Yet, her skin was soft and fair, with greenish blue eyes and freckles littered across her face's sinuses, unlike Y/n's mismatched coloured eyes and smooth olive skin.

Then, as if on cue, the sun shone brighter, revealing a mysterious figure standing in the cave's shadows behind the waterfall. When trying to get a better view of the person, Y/n felt like they were compelling her to get closer. However, as she got closer to the mysterious person, the farther they were, making it seem as though it was impossible to get to them. Almost as if it was the definitive embodiment of chasing a shadow. Finally, as Y/n had stopped putting effort into catching up with the person, she found she had been able to get close enough to reach out to them. As she did, they began to fade away just before she could get a glimpse of them.

However, she felt at a loss before Y/n could process what had happened. At the same time, Y/n found herself at the end of the cave with a door embedded into the wall. She felt a sense of familiarity as she took in the door's regal yet indigenous design. Yet, she couldn't place where she may have seen it before. The door had a wonderfully crafted natural walnut-coloured frame, a gold border that laid flush underneath the natural walnut frame and added to the gold frame was black steel moulded into swirled designs. Next, the doors themselves had a beautiful smooth espresso oak wood finish, and on it was a big heart-swirled design at the top made out of the same black steel on the gold border. Finally, the handles were made out of gold with a curve towards the end. With open-minded curiosity, Y/n approached it and gently opened the door. Behind it was a bright passage that resembled something similar to what Tony Stark would design. Then without hesitation, she walked through the door while her lion walked along with her as moral support.

On the other hand, Natasha was in the middle of a debilitating nightmare. During the point of the agonising part of her nightmare, she was abruptly relieved of her pain and entered an ethereal-like dream. It was so abrupt that it took her a bit more time than usual to adjust to the natural bright light of the sun, only to realise that white feathers and flower petals of every colour fell from the sky. As Natasha takes in the beauty of the luscious flower fields, a marbled-coloured pig with a collar appears to greet Natasha with an eager oink. But then, the pig began rooting at Natasha's calf as if telling her to walk in the direction to her right. At first, her reaction was to shoo away the creature. Doing so only encouraged the pig even more. After much-rooted insistence from the pig, Natasha gave in and followed the pig into a forest just after the field of flowers and into a clearing within the forest's heart.

In the clearing, there were boulders; some covered in moss surrounded the edges of the clearing in a particular order. And on those boulders were engraved symbols, except for the one directly in front of Natasha. On that large boulder were a door that was embedded into it and the only one that was heavily covered in moss and a few mushrooms and cosmo flowers. To her discontent, the door had the same design as the ones from her time in the Red Room, making her quite hesitant to approach it to see what was on the other side.

Similarly, Natasha also felt compelled. Only when she was in front of it did the door open itself. There, as she stood in front of the open door, it showed nothing but a bright passage waiting to see what awaited her. At that moment, she closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before going through the door. Yet, because of the amount of blinding light at the end of the passage, she kept her eyes closed only to realise that the blinding light turned out to be the sunlight coming from her window, that she forgot to draw in the blinds last night. However, as Natasha was about to pull in the blinds to get more sleep, she quickly realised she was not alone. On instinct, she reached for her gun to quietly assess if the girl sleeping next to her was hostile. Still, Natasha doubted that the girl was hostile when she saw her hugging a quirky orange bear in her sleep.

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shitouttabuck · 1 year

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wrote a line about ranking taylor swift songs by dangerous romantic lyrical anecdotes about driving and i found my own list and i’m right so i’m saying it: least to most perilous lyrics about being in a car with taylor swift

19. this is a big world, that was a small town / there in my rear-view mirror disappearing now, white horse (excellent employment of basic skills, great spatial awareness, proper driving etiquette is being followed, she knows objects in the mirror ARE closer than they appear)

18. “i rent a place on cornelia street” / i say casually in the car, cornelia street (normal, she’s not talking to the driver but she is confirming her address. always good to know where you’re dropping someone off so they can whack that into the gps)

17. remember when i pulled up and said “get in the car” / and then cancelled my plans just in case you’d call, august (pretty romantic but also admitting to being kind of a loser. it’s summer, go joyriding with your friends, babe. no one’s in harm’s way i guess, she pulls over AND announces her arrival, very thoughtful)

16. i complained the whole way there / the car ride back and up the stairs, marjorie (not a risk to anyone’s physical wellbeing, but would you really want to be stuck on a long drive while she complains the whole time. i would not)

15. you’re on your very first date and he’s got a car, fifteen (general discomfort about getting into a car with a high schooler behind the wheel idk)

14. kissing in my car again / stopped at a streetlight, betty (mostly safe, car is parked on an illuminated part of the road)

13. it’s two am in your car / windows down, you pass my street, i wish you would (a little late to be out, but we’ll give them the benefit of the doubt and hope they are making sensible vehicular choices even while doing some light stalking)

12. i want to drive away with you / i want your complications too, paper rings (acknowledging that they have some stuff going on—it’s not clear if this impacts their automobile operating capabilities)

11. i’m drunk in the back of the car / and i cried like a baby coming home from the bar, cruel summer (at first glance, this seems fine. she is in the backseat. but if i was a cab driver and had a beautiful woman weeping copiously in my backseat, i would not be giving the road in front of me 100% of my attention i promise you that)

10. the road not taken looks real good now / and it always leads to you in my hometown, ’tis the damn season (she does not know where she is driving even if she knows where she’ll end up. googlemaps cannot help her on this journey)

9. we could follow the sparks, i’ll drive / “so where we gonna go?” i whisper in the dark / “where we gonna go?” i think he knows, i think he knows (‘sparks’ do not a good map make. she’s driving in the dark but we must assume she’s following the rules of the road. unfortunately, she’s relying on him for directions, and it is uncertain if he knows where they’re headed. we can expect navigation issues at the very least)

8. so baby, drive slow / till we run out of road // in this passenger seat / you put your eyes on me, fearless (they are PLANNING on driving till the road simply. ends. where are they. sounds dodgy. u-turns definitely involved. also, implied that the driver is looking at her while driving? eyes on the road buddy)

7. every little bump in the road i tried to swerve, breathe (sometimes avoiding the pothole is worse than the pothole……)

6. got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel / the other on my heart, our song (if you’re driving stick this is a dangerous game my friend!)

5. you come and pick me up / no headlights, style (no headlights at night???? AND presumably about one harry styles, notoriously bad driver at the best of times????? license REVOKED)

4. you almost ran the red ’cause you were looking over at me, all too well (a traffic crime was very nearly committed, we have this written confession. romantic as hell tho bro you can keep your license)

3. you were driving the getaway car / we were flying, but we’d never get far, getaway car (a crime has FOR SURE been committed. they are probably driving over the speed limit. other descriptions of her experience in this car include the words “crying” and “dying”. does not seem like a good or stable time is being had)

2. pulled the car off the road to the lookout / could’ve followed my fears all the way down, this is me trying (she fully threatens to drive off the fucking cliff what more is there to say)

1. nothing safe is worth the drive, treacherous (look. some people might be wondering why this is the most hazardous of these lyrics. but you must understand, she is getting in the car with the SINGULAR INTENTION of being unsafe, no matter what that looks like. unhinged and beautiful. i’m buckling myself into the passenger seat)

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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A Natasha scenario you could do is the reader's car stalls in a snow storm and our lovely Russian woman comes to the rescue with her own warm car ! Who knows, hope this helps your want to write :)

This actually helped with my writer's block a lot <3 I dont have my driver's license yet and I have very little knowledge on how cars work so I kept putting it off to get this finished because I'm worried something I wrote was inaccurate but oh well (also I'm literally posting this during spring. Really wishing it was still cold enough to snow right about now sigh)

Car Trouble (Natasha Romanoff x reader)

Warnings: swearing, mention of snowstorms, car trouble ig?? (Idk if those could be considered as warnings but better safe than sorry)

"Shit," you said as your car suddenly stopped, not wanting to go any farther no matter how hard you slammed your foot on the gas. "Oh, come on." You turned your keys in the ignition a few times, trying to get it to work, but it was no use. Your car sputtered before giving out a sad, strangled choking sound, and that was it. It was clear at that point your car was dead, and you were screwed.

"Well, that's just great," you muttered. You thought about maybe using the jumper cables you usually kept in the trunk of your car to give it a well needed boost of energy before remembering you'd taken it out the day before, needing the extra space for the groceries you'd needed to pick up. Of course the one time you needed it was the one time it wasn't there.

Sighing, you pulled out your phone to double check the forecast for the day. It was currently 30° and dropping, indicating the snow storm you weren't expecting to receive until next week was going to be arriving early.

"Wonderful." You were stuck in your car, about to be hit by a massive snow storm, groceries in the back, no jumper cable, and your phone was at seven percent. No one you knew would have the time to just drop everything and come pick you up, except for maybe one person; your girlfriend.

You quickly dialed her number and sat there anxiously as it rang. When she didn't answer the first time, you called again, hoping she would pick up. Then, on the third ring, she did.

"Hello?"

"Nat! Oh, thank God," you breathed out a sigh of relief. "Look, my phone's about to die, so I don't have much time to say what I need to say, but my car's being a dick, I don't have the jumper cables on me, and I'm pretty sure the snow storm predicted for next week is coming early. Please send help," you fake pleaded, only half joking.

The other end was silent, causing you to think maybe your phone had already died until you heard shuffling and the distinct sound of jingling keys on the other end. "I'm on my way. Text me where you're at if you can, if not, Friday has GPS systems installed in our cars for a reason."

"Oh my God, Nat, you're the best. Thank you."

You could hear the smirk in her voice as she gave her response. "Don't thank me yet."

Less than twenty minutes later, you heard the familiar rumbling of a car engine as Natasha's car pulled up beside yours. "Hey stranger," she said as she got out.

"Natasha!" You felt a tremendous amount of relief as she got out the jumper cables and made her way over to you.

"I'm gonna pop the hood so I can get this done and we can go home."

You watched as she tinkered with the stuff under the hood of your car for a couple minutes before giving you the go ahead to try to turn it on.

You gleefully honked on the horn as your car suddenly roared to life, causing Natasha to shoot you a dirty look. "That was my ear you just honked in."

"Sorry babe, my bad." You gave her a sheepish grin as you got out of your car and went to stand behind her. You wrapped your arms around her waist and squeezed. "Thank you so much for helping me with this today."

"Of course, I couldn't just leave you out here to freeze." She turned around to face you after shutting the hood of the car. "I've got to get back, but make sure you get home safe, okay?"

"Don't worry, I will." You gave her a quick kiss before getting back in the car. "I love you," you called out before shutting the door.

Waving to her as she drove away, you put on your seatbelt and got started on the drive back home.

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foolish-spectre · 2 years

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Driving Headcanons with the Touken Danshi (aka the Saniwa is fearing for their life)

Pairings: Touken Danshi x Reader (sorry I’m too lazy to type all of the pairings in this) uh... this can be taken as either platonic or romantic it’s up to you

Content Warnings: Potential car crashes/accidents and drunkenness because Jiroutachi, also allusion stripping because Sengo, threats of physical violence (road rage), swearing

Word Count: 1327 words (ish)

Characters: Saniwa/Reader (they/them), Kasen Kanesada, Izuminokami Kanesada, Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki, Tomoegata Naginata (non-binary, he/they), Heshikiri Hasebe, Kashuu Kiyomitsu, Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, Jiroutachi (transwoman, she/her), Mikazuki Munechika, Kogitsunemaru, Sengo Muramasa, Azuki Nagamitsu, Hizamaru, Otegine, Sanchoumou, Nagasone Kotetsu

A/N: Ok so I wrote this A WHILE AGO and I hate driving so I forced all the Touken Danshi mentioned here to drive with me so HAH, anyways drive safely and don’t be like these bozos! also omg this is over 6 months old jeez, also i might wanna do a beach episode fic/hcs with the touken danshi hehe

(essentially Saniwa usually drives them around whenever they need to but some of the swords got curious and wanted to try driving themselves)

- Saniwa (Reader):

- Already knows how to drive and is the one teaching them how to

- Please send help

- “Why did I think it would be a good idea to let these swords drive….”

- Kasen:

- Pretended not to be interested in driving but actually wants to learn

- Wants to drive elegantly and with poise, but has terrible road rage

- Fails the driving test and gave up

- “My driving will be as elegant and refined as me~”

- 15 minutes later at someone who cut him off “YOU BASTARD ILL HAVE YOUR HEAD AND SERVE IT TO SANIWA-“

- Izuminokami:

- Actually didn’t want to learn how to drive at first but then got into a competition with Mutsunokami on who could get their driver’s license quicker

- Izuminokami is ok at driving but due to the competition aspect, he fucking floors it a lot

- Passed after 2-3 tries

- “I’m not letting that son of a bitch Mutsunokami win!”

- Mutsunokami:

- One of the first Touken Danshi to want to learn how to drive, is very interested in how the car works and often studies it

- You would think his enthusiasm would go overboard in this case but is actually a decent driver since he took the time to practice and learn about it

- Passed on the first try, Izuminokami was pissed

- “So cool! Hey Saniwa can we look at this model please!”

- Tomoegata:

- Didn’t really care about it until Saniwa mentioned that they needed help driving around the rest of the Touken Danshi

- Tried their hardest to get good at driving and basically tried thinking of it as a horse, took a little bit, is able to drive pretty well

- Passed on their first try

- “I will drive so that I can relieve the Saniwa’s burden of driving”

- Hasebe:

- Also did not care until Saniwa mentioned that they needed help and he immediately looked into driving lessons

- Ok he passed with flying colors on the written exam but on the practical exam, he has bad road rage

- It took like 3-5 tries for him to pass and would not concede until he got his license

- “If it’s for Saniwa, I’ll drive them everywhere!”

- Kashuu:

- Could not give any less of a shit, “Saniwa already drives me around, why do I need to drive when I know they drive me out of love~” but then wants to show his appreciation to them seeing as how they’re constantly driving them around and it’s getting to them since they’re anxious about driving

- Honestly he was scared as hell when first driving, was constantly afraid of accidentally damaging his car and other cars, so he was anxious, drives much slower out of fear, took a while to get used to driving, poor baby needs a lot of reassurance

- Passed on first try

- While driving on the freeway “Wahhhh this isn’t cute at all!!!”

- Micchan (Shokudaikiri Mitsutada):

- Was also in the camp of wanting to drive and wanted to drive in a cool car (sorry Micchan we’re not that rich) and really studied hard with Mucchan on driving

- In the beginning, Acts like he knows what he’s doing, in reality he doesn’t know jack shit, takes a while but he gets the hang of it, is a pretty calm driver

- Passed on the 2nd try because he made some easy mistakes caused him to insta-fail

- “Hey Saniwa can we get this car, it’s so cool- what? It’s not in our budget?”

- Jiroutachi:

- No just no, you know why

- Booze and driving do not mix, mostly just gets you or someone else to drive her around (taroutachi is the one who learns how to drive lol)

- Is passed out drunk in the backseat

- “Drive fasterrrr~ hehehehe”

- Mikazuki:

- You would think that this old man wouldn’t be up to it but he’s actually interested in learning how to drive

- However he drives like he’s in a Fast & Furious movie and Saniwa often fears for their life while in the car with him, yet while driving like in a car chase, he still keeps his calm demeanor

- Maybe it was to mess with Saniwa but somehow he passed on the first try

- He’s talking about how the earth turns to roads when it was once rivers “JIJI PLEASE WATCH THE ROAD”

- Kogitsunemaru:

- Wanted to learn how to drive in order for Saniwa to get some rest from driving (in reality it’s so he can have more time with them and so they can brush his hair)

- Was really confused on what he was supposed to do but after a lot of lessons, he became confident in his driving

- That being said it took him like 3 tries in order to pass

- “Anything for Nushi-Sama, but which direction do I go in once I reverse?”

- Sengo:

- Was also surprisingly interested in learning how to drive and was seen talking to the car??? (I’m in love with my car plays in the bg /j)

- Despite what others may think, he’s a natural at driving and you feel so safe in the car with him??? Saniwa could take a breather in the chaos with him that being said he often says he’ll strip in the car

- Passed on first try with flying colors

- “Fufufufufufufu, the car is obeying my commands, shall I strip? Why are you asking me to pull over?”

- Azuki:

- Mostly wanted to learn how to drive so he could drive the Tantous to get sweets and to get groceries without having to get Saniwa to drive him every time

- Thankfully doesn’t have road rage but he’s very slow, like too slow man, like driving 40 mph on a freeway type of slow, Saniwa was about to push him out of the driver’s seat and floor it for him, he’s just concerned for the children’s safety

- Passed after 2-3 tries

- After Saniwa tells him to please be within the speed limit “Think of the children Saniwa, I don’t want to accidentally shake them with my driving.” You almost get pulled over for driving so slow, Azuki

- Hizamaru:

- Mostly just wanted to be able to drive his brother and you around, nothing else, so he put his heart into learning how to drive

- Did pretty well on the written portion but was too overly concerned on the road to focus, often Saniwa had to reassure him that he’s doing great

- Passed on his 2nd try, would have passed on the 1st try if he didn’t second guess himself

- “Maybe Anija will remember my name once I drive him everywhere!” Hizamaru baby….

- Otegine:

- Huh??? Why are you asking a spear that’s only good at piercing to drive? Was really against it until he saw how much ‘fun’ everyone else was having and decided to give it a go

- His driving is choppy and abrupt to say the least, Saniwa’s head hit the windshield a couple of times over how abrupt his stops were, he apologized every time

- It took him like 3-5 tries to pass but hey he passed!

- Screams this while on the freeway “The one thing I’m good is piercing, not driving!”

- Sanchoumou:

- Pretty chill about it and up to try anything so he was up to try his hand at driving

- Maybe a little bit too enthusiastic, almost crashed into another car but hey it’s fine…. For now, but is a quick learner and good listener so he should be fine… in theory

- It took him like 3-4 times but hey this bird can drive now!

- “Let’s see how fast this little bird goes!” You had to make him slow down before he got a ticket

- Nagasone:

- Was a little interested and was up for anything so he tried his hand at it

- Pretty chill driver that made sure to listen to your instructions, honestly he comes off as a natural until you snap out of it when he runs over a curb

- Passed on first try

- “I guess this counterfeit is good at driving too!”

- After all of that however Saniwa never wanted to teach driving ever again and passes out

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