#apparently they're called mumbles in english

[denwritesandcries]

Hold to my Hand – Hazel Callahan

Pairing: loser!hazel x fem!reader

Summary: You might be a little – completely – obsessed with your girlfriend's hands and apparently she enjoys that a lot.

Word count: 2,3k.

Content: cursing, fluff, kisses, slight jealousy, hazel being a loser AND a mess, soft gfs.

A/N: So… women, right? Women with rings and cold hands… right?

English is not my first language.

“Babe, stop that!”

“What?” You said, “I’m not doing anything.”

But you were.

You were sprawled out on your girlfriend Hazel's bed, a book from your English class abandoned in front of you while your girlfriend had a laptop open on her lap, the cute look of concentration from before replaced by red cheeks and nervousness at your actions.

It was no big deal, actually, your girlfriend was simply very easy to flustreat; you had one of her hands in yours, leaving feather-light kisses along her calloused, ring-covered fingers, sending goosebumps across her cold skin.

“You’re distracting me,” she whines, looking away to a random spot in the room, “I can’t type like this.”

You huff, climbing higher on the bed to be at her height, keeping your grip on her hand and glancing at the laptop screen.

“Boxing and wrestling techniques?” you read, letting your head fall to rest on her shoulder, “Will you really gonna start a fight club with Josie and PJ?”

Hazel immediately perks up, telling you all about the idea that she and the girls had at lunch – you're sure 80% of it must have come from PJ, but you don't have the courage to interrupt her – and how they're going to get along and have fun with this and Hazel will teach everyone self defense techniques. She looks so much like a happy puppy that it warms your heart.

Unfortunately, you can't give her full attention to the conversation, being too involved in the way she gestures to process anything else.

Okay, maybe you're a little – just a little – obsessed with your girlfriend's hands.

“...You sure you don't want to?”

“Huh?”

Hazel's voice snaps you out of your reverie and she's staring at you with bright, expectant blue eyes.

“Are you sure you don't want to join?” She repeats.

“Hm-hm,” you mumble.

“Please?” She asks softly, “For me?”

You look away from her, because there's no way to deny anything if you're looking at that needy dog face, and you keep yourself looking at the old judo and jiu-jitsu trophies that she keeps on the shelves in the big room.

She really wants you to be part of this, but you know PJ and Josie are probably only doing it because they want to fuck someone and Hazel because she wants to make more friends, but the most you'd get from this club would be a broken nose or tooth, so no, thanks.

“I can come to see you at meetings and give you moral support, love.”

It's not exactly what she wanted, but you know you won. Hazel completely softens the moment you call her love, every single time.

Hazel lets out a long dramatic sigh, giving up her laptop and turning to wrap her arms around you, burying her face in your neck.

“Fine, but you’ll definitely change your mind when the club finally starts!” She declares.

You scoff, sinking into her touch when you feel her hands spread on your hips beneath your shirt comfortably.

“Do you really want to get into this with those two, Haze?” Your question breaks the established silence, somewhat uncertain.

Your girlfriend unfortunately had a tendency to not notice or just not stand up for herself when someone was mean to her and PJ and Josie weren't exactly known for being gentle with people, so Hazel running something with them made you quite apprehensive. Of course, you wouldn't do anything to change her mind since it was something she really seemed to want to do, but a little caution wouldn't hurt.

“Oh, they know what they're doing, babe,” she squeezes you a little tighter, “They were in juvie!”

You laugh, “No, they weren't.”

“Still.”

You keep your word and start attending all the fight club meetings – under PJ's complaints that you're not really doing anything –, busying yourself with cheering Hazel on during her turns and talking to Mr.G about any nonsense stuff that he wants to speak in the stands. It's actually quite fun, but you don't change your mind about the fighting part.

You start bringing water bottles as a treat to the girls while you're there and take on the role of tending to all of Hazel's injuries when it's all over – which is a lot, since they don't really seem to know what they're doing in the moment –, you find yourself being very good at it and probably would have become the whole group personal nurse if it weren't for the possessive look in bright blue eyes and the sad pout on Hazel's face when she watched you wipe the blood from a cut on Brittany's cheek and put on one of the cute little band-aids that were supposed to be only for her one day.

Besides all that, the most important thing is that you have a free pass to admire your girlfriend as much as you want and she looks great kicking ass and throwing punches. Especially throwing punches.

In your defense, the obsession with your girlfriend's hands, your girlfriend’s touch, is actually justified. The thing is, you never had many friends since you came to this weird school and neither did Hazel, so when you got together everything in your relationship was a little new; you found yourself suddenly starving for contact.

Holding hands, playing with the rings on her fingers, pats on the shoulders, arms around the body, hugs, caresses. It was simply impossible not to be aware of every little touch that Hazel gives you, even less impossible not to melt with them.

So yes, maybe you liked it a little too much when Hazel came to you asking to bandage her bruised knuckles just because it gave you the chance to touch her as much as you wanted, like now, at home.

“Ouch!”

“Stop moving, Haze,” you complain as you apply the antiseptic to her, “This will only make it worse.”

“But it hurts,” Hazel whimpers, pulling her injured hand to her chest protectively.

She's sitting on the bathroom sink, which probably wasn't very safe, but it was the best way for you to treat her and also where the first aid kit you were using was kept.

Today's fight seems to have been a little more serious than usual because Hazel's dominant hand is hurt. Like really hurt, with purple bruises already forming over the torn skin, so your spare band-aids weren't enough to take care of it. Now, if she would just let you handle it properly.

“That's bad, you're lucky it didn't break,” you say, taking her hand more gently to examine it, “Damn, what did that blue-haired girl do to you to make this happen?”

Hazel stays quiet, suddenly embarrassed and looking at anything else as you wrap a clean bandage around the wound.

"Then?" You press.

Hazel mumbles something slurred and unintelligible and you frown, not knowing what could have made her so embarrassed. With how easily that happens tho, you didn't have a good guess.

“I heard her talking to some girls before the meeting today.” She pauses, “Talking about you.”

“Oh,” you say, trying to pull away a little so you can look her in the eyes, but Hazel closes her legs around your waist so you can’t move, “Saying bad things?”

She shakes her head and swallows, her blush deepening.

“She said that she likes it when you come to see us,” her good hand grabs the front of your shirt, “Said she wanted to ask you out.”

“Oh, Haze–” You begin.

“She knew we were dating. She knew. But she kept talking about it and I– I got mad, so I hit her.”

Hazel says it all quickly as if it were a single sentence, but you understand anyway; she is nervous, keeping her eyes closed and looking down. She was jealous, still is, but she's also scared of what you'll think of her for it.

Screw it, you think, it's a fight club, people are going to get hurt sometimes. Now it's time to comfort your girlfriend.

“You beat the shit out of a girl for me?” You say, taking the bandaged hand gently and bringing it to your lips, “That’s hot.”

Hazel's face is so red it glows, “Babe,” she squeals.

"What?" You tease, leaving smacking kisses from fist to wrist, “She should know better than to say things like that for you to hear, how rude.”

Hazel’s pupils are dilated when her eyes meet yours, “You’re serious?”

“Hmm,” you hum, leaving a mark of lip gloss on her skin, “Like I would leave the best girlfriend in the world for someone else like that.”

She squirms in your grip, swallowing hard and trying to keep from stuttering and you can't help the giggle that escapes as you notice a shiver run through her.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” she whines.

“I’m not,” you shrug, innocently, “I’m just kissing it better.”

You think Hazel never really realized the effect her touch has on you until one day at the library.

There's no club meeting today, so when you make your way to the library after your last class, your girlfriend follows along beside you excitedly, rambling about her day and waving your hands together as you walk down the halls.

You had to study for a history test, so you find a table in the back where you like to stay while Hazel looks for a book nearby to entertain herself.

You just spend less than an hour focusing on memorizing dates and names your teacher sent to the next test before your ears pick up the clink of Hazel's rings against the antique wood of the table.

Your gaze shifts away without even realizing it, focusing on Hazel's drumming and immersed expression.

“Have any of your rings ever fallen off?” You ask with sudden curiosity, even after months together this had never occurred to you.

“Huh?” She lifts her head, “Oh, yes. Lots of them.”

Hazel stops for a moment to check it and adjust some looseness and you gently take the hand with the ring you gave her, running your thumb over the silly little smiley face plastered on it.

“I never take that one off,” she smiles.

“I noticed,” you laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up, “You might end up breaking your finger over this, you know? Or someone’s nose.”

“I was trying to be romantic,” Hazel snorts.

“Sorry, love,” you lean across the table closer to her, looking between the plastic ring, “I just gave that to you as a silly joke.”

Hazel tilts her head, that confused and bit sad puppy expression back on her face.

“Yeah?”

You nod, “One day I’ll give you a real one, with a real gem,” You can feel Hazel staring at you, her jaw is probably dropped, but you settle for shaking her hand, “A blue one. Will suit you.”

“You think so?” She sighs.

“Of course,” you find yourself saying, “I’ll give you the most beautiful one, the first one everyone will notice when they look at you.”

You look up to find Hazel. Just Hazel. With soft eyes, bright smile and hands full of rings.

There were moments – moments like this – when it felt like there were only the two of you in the world, when you couldn't see or feel anything but Hazel and you drowned in her completely.

Taking a deep breath, she leans over the table, hand letting go of yours to slide down your arm. You swear your skin crawls.

“Babe?” Hazel calls; you notice how she keeps her voice low for fear of ruining the moment, even though she's so clearly nervous.

You open your mouth and nothing comes out, the touch on your skin is cold but it feels like it's burning you from the inside out. What did you come here to do in the first place?

Hazel leans back under the forgotten book and you grab her wrist when she moves to keep her close.

“I– I would like that,” she says, eyes wide and face flushed, “Sounds good, I mean.”

"You deserve it. You deserve this and more, love,” You’re not really sure what ‘more’ is, especially for someone who can buy anything they want like Hazel. Maybe it’s all she wanted, all you could offer her; maybe it’s just you.

Hazel squeezes your hand, leaning in closer and running her thumb over your knuckles so gently that the noise you make is embarrassing. You think she's going to kiss you and maybe she would have, if it weren't for the angry shush! coming from the librarian near the bookshelves next to you two.

She only mentions it days later, when you're back in her bed, curled up in a familiar way while Hazel scrolls through her phone.

Her fingers are running through your hair, almost lulling you to sleep and you feel like you could do the same as the cat at the foot of the bed and melt into a purring puddle under her touch.

“You have a thing for my hands,” she comments out of nowhere, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere, a giggle in her tone.

“What?” You ask confused, using your arms to lean against her chest, “I do not.”

You know it's not true, but denying it is better than admitting something like that. Hazel gives you a look; she knows you better than that.

“But you do,” Hazel turns you in her arms and you let out a surprised squeak at the action when she finds yourself on top of you.

You shake your head, refusing to give in, but she runs her cold hands under your shirt, resting on the warm skin of your belly – this seems to be one of her favorite things to do.

“Jeez!” You hiss, “How can you be so cold all the time? You’re like a lizard.”

“Oh, I love lizards!”

“Haze!”

You squirm in her grip, but Hazel holds firm, an unusual confidence behind her actions.

“Admit it,” she asks with a smirk, “You have a thing for my hands.”

“I have a thing for you.”

The cocky little smile she has every time she touches you for the next week is totally worth it – and it's also totally kissable.

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[russellsppttemplates]

Time off the track (Lance Stroll)

Lance and Y/N enjoy having a long weekend off

Note: english is not my first language. I get all fluttery when I write these pieces! Had some trouble finding friends names (they're very private, and I respect that) so I just made up my own.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions pregnancy

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"Sweetheart", Lance called from his spot on the sofa once he heard you arrive back home from work. "In a minute, just need to take these things off my feet", he heard you chuckle before the small creek from the cabinet where you stored your shoes.

"I'm here!", you walked inside, Lance's eyes doing his overall check-up. He didn't notice he was doing it until Henry pointed it out for him in the last race weekend you went to, but apparently the minute you showed up after being somewhere out of his sight, your husband's eyes checked you out from head to toe, looking for any signs of discomfort and then focusing on your babybump, usually bringing a smile to his lips.

"Sit here, I want a cuddle while I tell you my suggestion", he opened his arms, letting you wiggle around and into a comfortable position.

"Oh, what suggestion?", you wondered after you pecked his lips.

"The guys want to have spend the next weekend doing something fun together. It's a long weekend and it would nice spending time together", he explained, hand coming up to your bump and rubbing the skin under the cotton fabric of your shirt.

"That sounds good, actually. A weekend away that doesn't involve racing", you mumbled.

"There's actually a race, still. They want to go to Texas and watch", Lance offered, not wanting to keep you in the dark.

"What I meant was you wouldn't be racing, so we will be travelling all together and I have you to myself still", you wiggled your eyebrows, "and Texas is a really good idea, me and baby have been craving BBQ", you smirked.

"Other than seeing the race, we can just explore the area a bit, see what comes up and what people recommend we do", Lance added, "it will be good to take a few days off".

"Yes, enjoy the sun, good food, good company. Sounds good to me", you smiled sweetly, kissing his cheek and carrying on talking about each of your days.

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The group consisted of you, Lance, Anna and her partner Michael, Mark and his wife Evie, Benjamin and Theo, arriving on time like scheduled to the airport, "how are we all feeling on this fine early morning?", Benjamin was the first to speak once you found yourselves by the gate.

"Could've done with a little bit more sleep, if I'm honest", Evie groaned into her husband's shoulder, "but otherwise very excited".

"Me too! Can't wait to feel some sun in my face", you smiled, taking off your jacket since you were feeling hot and giving everyone a show of your baby bump.

"Oh, it's so cute, Y/N! You look great!", Anna gasped, hands in front of her mouth as she got closer to you, "you're glowing!".

"And I also have these sexy things", you lifted your pants to show the compression socks the doctor recommended you wear whenever you boarded flights. You always travelled in comfy clothes, having learned over the years that any other way was simply not the way to go, so you had on a loungewear tracksuit, the flowy pants matching the equally roomy sweater.

"Doctor's orders?", she wondered and you nodded, "I already have issues as it is before getting pregnant, so it wasn't like I didn't expect it. You get used to them after a while", you said, checking to see if everyone was ready to walk to the plane once they checked your passports.

"Would you like something to drink before we take off?", the flight attendant wondered, taking orders from everyone, "could you please get us a bottle of water?", Lance asked, knowing you would forget about it.

"I was going to drink it", you teased, accepting the cup and drinking its content, "I remember what the doctor said", you smiled.

By the time you had been flying for a quarter of the expected time for the whole flight, you got up, walking along the small corridor while rubbing your bump.

"Is this a runway competition? Because we don't stand a chance when you look like that", Theo hyped you up, making you giggle as you exaggerated your walk for a few seconds before feeling your daughter kick.

"Doctor said to keep moving, since the socks can only do so much, and she's been kicking like crazy", you added, tapping the spot over your bellybutton where she seemed to kick harder.

"Hey! If she's kicking, I get privileges!", Lance called, making you stop in front of him as he places his palm where your hand was.

"Do you guys want to go get ready for the pool? I don't feel like doing much else today", Anna suggested, earning nods from everyone before you split into your rooms.

"Lance!", you called, seeing your husband come back from the balcony, "I think I need help taking these off, I can't bend properly", you blushed, not feeling strong enough to pull the socks away from your legs.

Chuckling, he bent down, kneeling on the floor so he could help you, massaging the skin and kissing your calves, "do they feel good?", he asked.

"Thank you", you groaned, wiggling your toes, "yes, it's a nice feeling, I might actually take these up after little one joins us, but they're a pain to get out", you offered, kissing his forehead and helping him get up, "let's go and enjoy the sunny day!", you cheered.

After getting ready, you met the rest of the group by the pool, the guys already in the water while the girls preferred to stay in the sun.

"Are you going us or joining them?", Michael wondered, "I'm going in the water, I've had enough of cold, gloomy days", you said, finding the steps so you could ease into the water. Taking off the cover up and throwing it to your chair, everyone's eyes travelled to your uncovered bump.

"Come here", Lance stretched his arms and beckoned you to approach him, chest and hair dripping wet since he had jumped in. Wrapping your arm around his waist, his right hand went to your bump immediately, "does he ever unlatch from your bump? Or is he always keeping his girls within arm reach distance?", Benjamin chuckled. It was all friendly banter and he was genuinely happy for his friends.

"A good mix of both", you confessed, "It's all new territory and we're going through all of this together. Besides, I've been feeling very clingy and wanting to start nesting, so I'm probably the one attached to him", you blushed.

"I want to float for a bit, your sister said that the best thing she did for her back pain when she was pregnant was relieve the pressure by being in the water", you held your husband's hand, getting ready to let yourself fall on your back.

"We're standing by here just in case you start sinking down like a nail", Mark noted with a giggle, making the boys do a circle around you and Lance as you kicked your legs up.

After a few moments of finding your balance, gravity and all things physics worked as your bump and chest rose up, poking out of the water while you floated, "Y/N! This is such a cute pick! Little one with all her uncles protecting you both!", Evie exclaimed, getting her phone and snapping a few pictures at the moment.

"Now move away, I want to snap a few of just Y/N, she looks glorious", she complimented as the boys swam away, "gorgeous, mama, absolutely gorgeous".

"It feels good", you moaned, "I feel so light weight, like, feather-light", you smiled when you saw Lance look back at you, "we can look into it when we go back home, anything to make you more comfortable, sweetheart", he said, kissing your lips before he held your ankles, moving your body as you giggled, not noticing Evie recording the video she claimed was "for when the little princess grows up and wants to know what love is". Her parents would be the best example and this one of the many moments to show it.

When you got back to the lounging chairs, carefully rubbing sun protection cream on before laying down, the boys started playing Padel in the court the house you rented had, shouts and groans heard while you and the girls got some colour on your skin.

"They're just little boys sometimes, aren't they?", Anna noted, seeing Lance and her boyfriend bicker about a foul.

"In some ways, I guess, but it's good they have eachother to spend time with, Goodness knows I won't play that", Evie sneered, "would you, Y/N?".

"What? Play Padel?", they nodded, "I've played with Lance before, with the other drivers and their partners. I'm not that great, but I'm not nearly as competitive as them, so I just play for the fun of it. Lance was kind enough to invite me out of it when he Charles were fighting for the first place in their Driver's Padel Championship", you chuckled.

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"I love these dresses on you", Lance complimented, his hand grabbing yours and twirling you around, smiling when you faced him again and kissing your forehead.

"Thank you, my love", you added, seeing Michael return with the passes for the race, "we're all set guys, c'mon!", he nudged, handing everyone their pass before you walked to the entrance, a couple of photographers taking pictures and a group of fans asking Lance for autographs.

"That's where we will be", you pointed to the hospitality, walking in and choosing somewhere to sit. While you, Evie and Anna enjoyed this racing series, you were planning to stay on sofas while the boys were standing against the balcony railing so they could watch the race.

Throughout the weekend, you couldn't help but notice how Lance had been having so much fun with the boys, making a mental note to do these things more often when you had the opportunity.

He said something and loudly laughed, bringing your attention to him before your daughter made herself known, "it's daddy, I know", you smiled, rubbing your bump.

"She always kicks when he laughs?", Evie cooed, "My goodness, if you two don't stop being so cute, I'm next", she let out a groan.

"Yes, or when he speaks to the bump very closely. The books say she's able to recognise his voice, and it's very cute", you smiled, "although the bigger she gets, she'll soon start kicking my bladder".

"Wooo-ooh!", Lance said as you assumed the race was going well, looking back to check on you and blowing you a kiss.

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The vineyard was truly stunning and, despite not taking part in the wine tasting for obvious reasons, you were having a great time.

"Are you also having lunch here? Our chef has done an excellent tasting menu", the young woman offered.

"We already have BBQ booked", Lance stated, "since my wife can't drink right now, we're giving her one of her pregnancy cravings. Maybe next time we visit", he nodded.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were guided to the table, placing your things down and looking at the menu.

"Can you order for me, please? I really have to go to the bathroom", you wondered as Evie said she was going with you.

When the waiter came back, to the table, he started taking everyone's order, tapping on the iPad as they went along the table, "Can you just make sure the meat is cooked through, please? My wife is pregnant", Lance told the waiter, "absolutely, sir", before he left.

"You really get a kick out of it everytime you say she's pregnant, don't you?", his friend teased, "don't get me wrong, I think it's cute actually", Mark smiled.

"Of course I do, the woman I love is having our baby", Lance cooed, seeing you walk to the table back from the bathroom.

"And she looks incredibly gorgeous while she does it!", Anna said, "she's glowing, really. You guys are going to be such great parents, can't wait to meet the little princess".

"Neither can we, but soon enough", you smiled, accepting Lance's hand and holding it in yours, "soon enough".

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[oncomingnight]

Yandere! Best Friend

Hello everyone, I haven't posted in a while so I'm making an attempt at writing as much as I can in result of that. I hope you enjoy and please never hesitate in reaching out to me.

Alessandra has always felt an immensely deep connection towards you, you were simply enchanting. She felt as if she was an English sailor at sea and you were a painfully beautiful siren, luring her to experience nothing but bliss.

She tries her absolute hardest to hide her annoyance when you mention another person when the two of you are hanging out. The most she'll do is mumble an "mhm", but you bet she's rolling her eyes as soon as you turn your back. She can pretend to enjoy the presence of others when you all hang out in a group but she can only do it for so long. Eventually, everyone else will notice her irritation when they take your attention away from her, the smile she once had fading from her face each time.

Can't you see she only wants you? She only needs YOU. She could care less about the apparent need everyone else has to always be socializing and meeting new people, she's got you and that's never going to change.

Alessandra is constantly inviting you out to the cinema, the state fair, the mall, her house, absolutely any place that she can ask you to go to.

When you accept to go to her house for a movie night turned sleepover, she fails her attempt at hiding her childlike glee. She's changing into the pink silk nightgown she bought just for this occasion, spooning you in her pillow filled bed and nuzzling her face into your neck.

Will she smell the perfume you applied onto your neck and go shopping for one with the exact same scent? Of course not.

yes, she will.

Her hands are always wandering but never to an extreme extent. You'll find that her hands are constantly either on your waist or grasping at your hand. You could be standing in front of her and she'll place her hand onto your clothed waist right before softly squeezing it.

You could mention a horror movie that you absolutely love and she'll gift you the film on dvd the next day. When she picks you up for your day out together, you'll answer the door and find her standing with two cups of iced coffee in hand, her flashing a sweet smile as soon as she sees you.

Whenever you call her or send a voice memo of yourself ranting and crying about something, you better get ready to hear her knocking on your window. She'll softly place her hand onto your cheek as she looks at you with the softest look the world has ever seen, "I'll always be here, okay? Ya can't get rid of me and I'll do anything to see that pretty little smile again. So, tell me, who did it, huh? Who made you cry?" You'd be a bit hesitant to tell her about the person that upset you so much as you're aware of how aggressive she can be towards others, but you know that if you don't tell her, she'll find out another way.

It's not strange for Alessandra to call you several terms of endearment. She just can't help it, okay?

Alessandra was born into a family filled to the brim with money, so, if they're going on a trip, you're coming with them. She'll convince your parents to let you tag along and would be absolutely ecstatic when they agree to let you go. "Don't worry about it, I'll take good care of 'er"

Whenever you're eating a meal together, she will always jump to the opportunity to feed you. At first, you'd decline sheepishly as the thought of her doing such a thing made you a bit flustered but she'd eventually convince you, "But it'll make me happy", she says with her pouted lips and big, sad eyes.

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little lion au! | luke hughes au! ↠ luke's nickname for liona, blurb! ↠ au masterlist!

↠ warnings: none! ↠ word count: 873. ↠ at this point, they have been dating about 6 months. its may 2024. ↠ italicized is russian.

liona and luke had spent the previous evening together, after an impromptu and last minute dinner in east village. after a win against the NY islanders, luke reached out to liona to go grab some food. she brought him to her favorite russian place, and absolutely adored that luke decided to show off the russian he'd been picking up from her (and duolingo). it made her heart swell, that he had taken the time to learn on his own and how much he paid attention to her 'little lion lessons' from time to time, and ofcourse the conversations she had with her dad over the phone. it meant the world to her that he cared enough.

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the next morning to the two were cuddling with each other at her west village apartment that she shared with her two best friends from highschool. her phone had been blaring for a few minutes, but she ignored it - trying to savor this morning. "kai..." luke mumbled, her middle name- that he called her by. she groaned, pushing a hand to his face to shut him up. "kai..." he mumbled a bit more, opening his eyes and took in her morning hair. it was a bad bed head morning he thought, and he pushed some hair out of her face. "kai, you're phone." he whispered before pressing a kiss to her forehead. she pushed him away a bit too hard, because she ended up falling on the wood floor. he quickly looked over and relaxed, once she saw her sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "morning kai." he said with a cheeky grin, and she flipped him off as she heard her phone ring for the 5th time. "what dad?!" she demanded, as she picked up. luke watched as she and her dad conversed with each other in russian, and the annoyance that dripped from every word. "wait what?" she spoke aloud in english, and luke looked up at her from where he was ndext to her. "wait what?" she repeated, hopping out of bed and jogging over towards her front door. "oh dad....you didn't have to." she gushed, bending down to grab the marble glass vase that held her favorite flowers, chamomiles. "i love you dad, thankyou. ill call you tomorrow." she said before hanging up. luke walked into the kitchen where she was, and he leaned onto the counter next to her. "chamomiles!" she said giving him a wide smile, before turning back to them and looking on with marvel. "i cant believe he got them for me." she mused, sending a picture to her uncle malkin who knew how much she loved this flower.

"are they daisies?" he questioned, and she shook her head with a giggle. "no, they're russian chamomile's. russia's national flower, and somehow he got some to me. he knows they are my absolute favorite!" she said bringing her hands to her cheeks. "i thought tiger lily's were? hence his one nickname?" luke questioned, and liona shook her head. "well yes and now. while i do love tiger lily, i love chamomile's. the first time i went to russia, apparently i just flocked to the flower garden my babushka (grandma) had in her backyard, and these are what i began to pull out to smell. and ever since then, they've been kinda my thing." she said leaning into luke, as he pulled her into his side. "they used to say back in russia, 'liona's or lion's flowers.' and my dedushka (grandpa) put a sign next to them, and yeah. my dad gets them every year for my birthday, or whenever i need a pick me up." she said with a small smile. "how do you say it in russian?" he questioned, "romashka. and it means joy, calmness, poise, and its resilient i like to say, because they have the ability to bloom amidst times of stress, and adversity. and they still blooming, no matter what." she said leaning her head on his shoulder. luke's heart warmed because she just described herself. described herself through her childhood.

"y'know that you are just that?" he began, looking down at her. she looked up at him with creased eyebrows. "you bloomed when the world believed that you shouldn't have. it would have been expected for you to hate or curse the world. but you still held and hold deep love for it. you bloomed when you were going through the hardest times of you life with your parents. you've stayed blooming despite it all. despite your rocky relationships with your parents, despite you shutting out your dad last year, despite whatever the world throws at you." he said as his hazel eyes found her brown.

"my romashka." he repeated, and she nodded. "you are my joy and my calm in the storm. you are my chamomille- despite that being the cheesiest thing I've ever said out loud before, but its true. you are my chamomile, my cammie." he said with a smile on his face. tears pricked her eyes, and she leaned up with kiss him. her arms wrapped around his neck, as he pulled her in closer by the waist. "my romashka." he whispered once more, before the two headed back into her bedroom.

#luke hughes #luke hughes au #luke hughes x ovechkin #luke hughes x oc #luke hughes blurb #new jersey devils #alex ovechkin #nhl #hockey #nhl blurb #hockey blurb #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #equallyshaw masterlist

[dollywheeler]

August 13th, 1996

Dear diary,

Mike is moving back to Hawkins.

Apparently he got a teaching job at Hawkins High, which is just... great. Nothing cooler than your English teacher being related to you. I don't know why he wants to come back - not after he's been so eager to leave it in the dust. He hasn't called since March.

It's not like it takes much - Nancy calls every week, even when she's really busy and only has a few minutes. Maybe this way mom can stop worrying about whether or not he's still alive.

I honestly don't even know why he'd want to go into teaching - probably out of options. I mean, why else would he come back to Hawkins? It's not like he's ever cared about this town. Or the people in it.

Mom had to hear it from Mrs. Byers.

I wouldn't be surprise if Mike called her personally. Though, I guess she could have heard from Will - apparently they're moving back together.

I told dad at dinner because mom didn't seem like she was going to mention it. Mom looked at me as if she wished I hadn't said anything, which was weird. It's not like dad wouldn't find out eventually and it's not like he really cares. He just mumbled something about wasted college tuition before asking if I need anything before school starts.

See, dad gets it. If Mike doesn't care about us why should we care about him? He's just a person that comes up in conversation every few months and whose shit is still cluttering the basement. I wish mom would finally get that.

Anyway, according to dad the repairs on the car will be finished by Friday. Can't wait to drive again. I’m taking Whitney and Dylan shopping at Keystone over the weekend.

Love, Holly

#holly wheeler #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #stranger things #fanfic #epistolary #the third wheeler #entries will be varying lengths

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

heyyaaa, a scenario where secret bf!chenle and you are dating for like a year or smth and none of the dreamies knew about it.. until.. you and lele were hanging out in his house and the dreamies went to visit daegal chenle without informing him first (which is not usual 'coz they always inform him.. n e waysss) and were vvv shocked (they eyes do be lookin' like saucers tho) when they saw a random ass person in chenle's house (they thought u was a thief at first and was about to call the cops on u lmao)

dang im sorry this is very detailed and my eng is very questionable,, thanksssss

YES This sounds adorable! Also it's cool I'm fine with details and what not! That and I fucking eat up the secret dating trope GAHHHH okay okay, let's start! Also your English is amazing! No worries <3

Heart Thief

TW: Language

Pairing: Secret BF!Chenle x Reader; Platonic!NCT Dream x Reader

Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified

Genre: Fluff

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"Hey, do you guys want to go visit Chenle?" Mark asks out of the blue. Chenle had apparently caught a really bad cold and asked the managers to allow him to stay home for the weekend and, luckily, the company wasn't keen on taking chances of his condition worsening so they approved it. That being said, the Dreamies were naturally worried, yet every text and call they made ended with the same response.

"What for? He's just going to tell us to stay away so we don't get sick like usual," Jaemin shrugs.

"Okay, but when has he actually cared about our well-being when he was sick," Renjun asks, recalling the times that Chenle would arrive at practice sneezing every two minutes or getting chills the entire time. "Maybe there's something else going on? We should check on him," Renjun supports Mark.

"I mean... I can't say that I haven't been a little curious," Jisung mutters. "It's not like him to just... not work, you know? Even when he's sick he at least shows up."

"It must be really bad then!" Jeno gasps. "What if... what if he's bedridden and no one's home to help him?!"

"He lives with his mom," Haechan scoffs.

"Well his mom works too, you know! I agree, let's go visit him!" Jeno says.

"Well, that's four. Me, Renjun, Jeno, and Jisung, are you two really not coming?" Mark asks. Haechan sighs and Jaemin rolls his eyes.

"Of course we're coming," Jaemin shoves Haechan forward.

"Yeah, what he said," Haechan juts his thumb toward Jaemin.

"Good! Jeno will drive!" Mark tosses him his keys and Jeno's shoulders slumped.

"I hate being the only responsible driver in this group..." he mumbles.

"I can drive!" Haechan volunteers.

"No!" Everyone else cut him off, causing Haechan to break into laughter.

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"No!" Mark half-whispers while he holds Haechan's hand down.

"Did you guys hear that?" Jeno asks quietly.

"Shh!" Renjun shushes him, trying to listen around him.

The six boys stood in a close circle in the middle of Chenle's living room, Haechan having long known where the spare key was and letting everyone in, until they heard shuffling around the house. They saw that Mrs. Zhong's car was out of the driveway, so it couldn't be her, and if it was Chenle then they didn't want to ruin the surprise.

Until they saw the rough outline of whoever it was in the kitchen, and, needless to say, they did not match Chenle's silhouette at all.

Now, with a stapler in hand, Haechan was ready to take matters into his own hands until Mark stopped him.

"What if it's a sasaeng?" Haechan asks.

"It's not! If they were then they wouldn't be out here, no would they?" Jaemin fires back. "Plus, Chenle's security is too good for a sasaeng to get in."

"That's true, but even then they could be a thief!" Haechan defends. "Jisung would agree with me, right, Jisung?" Haechan turns to his left and notices that Jisung was anywhere but next to him. "Oh my god the thief killed Jisung!" Haechan laments, clutching onto Jeno. "They're going to pick us off one by one so they got poor unsuspecting Jisung!"

Meanwhile, the poor unsuspecting Jisung was rather busy.

"You'll fit, it's okay!" Jisung locks his fingers together to make you a makeshift step stool.

"Jisung... you've lost it, buddy, I can't fit on the top shelf!" You look over your shoulder, still hearing the other Dreamies argue amongst themselves. Jisung takes a deep breath.

"There is nowhere else for you to hide!" He half whispers. Chenle groans from his spot in bed.

"It's fine, (Y/N), just hide under the bed," Chenle points under him while he stays bundled in his covers to try to reach a warm enough temperature to pass off as sick. Daegal, meanwhile, watched you and Jisung in entertained silence while situating herself on Chenle's lap.

"Chenle, baby, I can't do that, there's too much crap under there!" You tried to keep your voice down. "Okay, here goes nothing," you braced yourself and stepped onto Jisung's locked hands while he boosted you up. You just barely were able to fit in the compartment when-

"Chenle are you alive?!" Haechan barges into the room with the other Dreamies, stapler brandished in his hand and various other weaponized household objects in the other members' hands. Jisung had just repositioned himself under you to help push you up, Chenle was sitting up, blanket pooled around him, about to direct Jisung how to help you, and you, poor you, were struggling to push yourself into the closet. With your arms shaking, you lost grip and collapsed on top of Jisung, earning a full laugh from Chenle.

"Oh my god, Jisung, are you okay?!" You scrambled off of him, lifting his limp body into your arms. "Jisung stay with us!" You shook him harshly to wake him up, something he takes his time with, one eye opening before the other. He stares at Haechan and gasps, effectively shoving you into the closet anyway and slamming the door.

"Hyung doesn't have a secret partner what are you talking about?!" Jisung blurts. Chenle groans, slapping his palm to his forehead.

"Yes, I'm alive," Chenle says, getting out of bed and walking over to the closet. He opens it slowly. "Are you alright, babe?" He asks.

"Yeah... just hit my hip a little too hard," you answered, slowly peeking your head out of the closet. Mark turns a light on and gasps.

"(Y/N)?!" Mark's eyes were as wide as saucers and you chuckled nervously.

"Hey... bro... what's up? Funny running into you here," you laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah, funny," Mark drops the bat in his hand and turns to Chenle. Daegal, meanwhile, hopped up to you and attempted to climb your leg, prompting you to bend down and pick her up. You cleared your throat while Daegal licked your face.

"I... uh..." you tried to break the tense silence.

"We can explain," Chenle fills in for you.

"Yeah, I'd like for you two to do that," Mark's eyes move between you and Chenle.

"Oh my god I almost killed Mark's sibling!" Haechan's shoulders slump down as he approached you, shaking your shoulder lightly. "I never knew you and Chenle were this close! Look at you, being a nice friend and all checking in on him," Haechan praises you.

"Yeah! Yes, that's definitely what this was," you nodded your head almost too enthusiastically. "Yes! Jisung was actually helping me grab another blanket from the top shelf there because Chenle was so... cold," your words were shaky, but you hoped the boys would buy it.

"Good on you, (Y/N)," Renjun smiles. "Mark, you raised (Y/N) well," Renjun teases.

"He did, right? Anyway, I just dropped by because Chenle said he wanted some chicken noodle," you pointed to the bowl on the table, something you had just finished making for him by the time you heard the front door open, luckily. "So... I'm gonna go now," you pointed out the room. "Bye, Lele!" You waved at him with a smile and he waved back.

"Thanks for the soup," he says.

"Anytime!" You speed walk out of the room, but you weren't fast enough. In no time at all, Jeno is dragging you back into the room and you're seated back on the bed.

"Now, with that out of the way, how long have you two been dating?" Haechan asks with a devious glance.

"And how could you tell Jisung before us?!" Mark gestures to Jisung, who was still seated on the floor.

"Ugh... busted," a disappointed sigh left your mouth and Chenle leans forward to press a sloppy kiss against your cheek. "Ew! Not in front of my brother, Chenle!" You groaned.

"Ew! Not in front of me!" Mark said almost simultaneously, covering his eyes.

"This is going to be a long story," you said, your voice muffled by your hands.

"Wait, so is Chenle not actually sick?" Jeno asks.

"No, I just wanted the weekend off with (Y/N)," Chenle grins.

"And it was going so well too," you sighed.

"I'll make popcorn!" Haechan says. "Jaemin, bring some chairs in, we're going to listen to (Y/N) and Chenle's romance story!"

"Ew," you groaned again. "Don't call it that!"

"Why not? It's cute enough to be its own webtoon!" Chenle teases you with puckered lips and this time it was Mark to shove a pillow between you and Chenle, causing the both of you to laugh together much to Mark's dismay.

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[sleepysugabear]

Bonus: Spa Day Outtake

The Spa Day was . . . a lot. J-Hope flashed some cash and traded in on his idol status to get you, he and Jimin the full luxury package on almost no notice. Yoongi opted to stay behind, even while sighing at his apparently ruined manicured hands (they looked softer than yours, but okay).

But after an hour of J-Hope and Jimin, you understood why he didn't come.

J-Hope chattered away, mostly in Korean, only occasionally trying to translate his words. Jimin took his best stab at it, but you always got the feeling he was leaving things out or adding things on as they suited him.

“He want to know if you are feel better.”

“Yes.”

“He want to know if you like mash- mess-

“Massage? Yes.”

“He think you should wear towel. Only. All day.”

“Does he really?” You raised a questioning brow and received a mischievous smirk in reply.

J-Hope worked that one out and punched Jimin's shoulder, starting an epic battle of who can annoy who the most that lasted throughout their mani/pedis. Both smiling sweetly, they poked, prodded, and spread stolen lotion on each other's faces, each getting more violent and manic, and only ending when some splashed water from the foot tub ended up in the technicians face. Although they were both gravely apologetic, you were certain it was Jimin's little puppy face that won the woman over.

When the time came for your massage, you were almost afraid to disrobe, thinking Jimin might walk in, until you heard what was obviously a raucous towel fight coming from the other room. You were almost nude and on the table when someone else interrupted.

“Can you control your brothers?” A harried masseur popped his head into the room. He looked pointedly away from you, but you still scrambled to tighten your robe. “You know, we normally don't allow minors into the spa at all. You must have given quite a tip.”

“They're in their twenties.” You smirked for some reason. “And they're not my brothers.”

The man's head jerked toward you, and his eyes widened for a moment before he slipped them away.

“Of course they're not. I'm so sorry. Someone said they have a sister, who obviously isn't you. I was hoping  . . . ”

Your heart clenched for a moment; they had called you their sister. Logic responded by reminding you that they knew no other word for you, and the true meaning was likely lost in translation.

“I apologize for the inconvenience. If they're disturbing you, I'll have them removed as soon as I find their guardian.”

You laughed then. “Again, they're in their twenties. Not children, although they act like it. JIMIN! J-HOPE!”

The giggling from the other room ceased immediately.

“THIS MAN ALMOST SAW ME NAKED BECAUSE HE WANTED ME TO MAKE YOU BEHAVE!”

Some murmuring occurred and then, “WHA!!! Nono nonono NONONO. SORRY! SO SORRY!”

“IF YOU CAN'T STOP, THEY WILL MAKE US ALL LEAVE.”

More apologies flooded through the walls, followed by absolute silence.

“They should be good now,” you mused. “You'll have to excuse them, they've been cooped up for three days, and they're really used to expending more energy. I'm not sure why they didn't settle down when you asked them to, though. They're usually well-mannered, unless they get carried away.”

The masseur's back tensed. “I wasn't aware they spoke English. And you said you didn't know them.”

“I said they're not my brothers. As you yourself noticed, I'm not Korean enough. But maybe you should have tried just talking to them first and seeing how they reacted.” He didn't respond, so you added on, “And, by the way, they're the ones leaving 'quite the tip,' so maybe cut them some slack, eh?”

The rest of your visit was uneventful. After your massage, you met the stoic pair outside the couple's room they'd been in, where they mumbled apologies to their feet and bowed low before you. They glanced up in unison to see your best stern mother glare. Together, their knees hit the floor, and they literally begged for forgiveness in what you presumed to be a traditional Korean manner.

The corner of your lip twitched. You couldn't hold it in much longer. The combination of ridiculousness and discomfort from their avowed subservience bubbled up in your belly and came out as a braying laugh.

“Oh, my god. Stand up! Please!” You wiped tears from your eyes as they looked up in contrite confusion.

“We want to make you happy . . .” J-Hope began.

“But we get you in trouble,” Jimin finished.

“You are big sister. We disrespect you.”

“They go to your room and see you . . . naked.” He whispered the last word.

“Because us.”

“Almost. I said he almost saw me naked. Besides, it's their job. If he had given my massage, he would have seen more than he did.”

“Nonono!” They cried in unison.

You smiled fondly down at the tops of their heads. “Adorable,” you whispered under your breath. “Please stand up, and I will forgive you.”

They hesitated.

“If you buy me a haircut.”

They both immediately jumped up and hugged you between them. Bargaining and compensation were clearly essential to the make up process.

In the end, they didn't stop there. You received a full cut and dye job in the color of your choice, blow-out, styling, and a gentle facial—so your skin wouldn't be agitated by the makeup they put on, partially against your will. Girly wasn't your aesthetic, but J-Hope was so excited by the idea of a real-life Barbie makeover, you couldn't turn it down.

You felt very . . .delicate for the first time since high school Prom, and really out of sorts in your usual jeans and t-shirt. It couldn't be helped though, and when you saw yourself in the mirror, you commended the staff for keeping that in mind. You didn't look like you were going to a dance, maybe dancing, out for a night with your friends. It wasn't you. Still, you let Jimin carry your hoodie for you as you made your way to dinner.

[capitaens]

oh to be a little muckla living in pettson's garden

#pettson and findus #pettson och findus #pettersson und findus #muckla #mucklor #mumbles #sven nordqvist #art #illustration #photography #artists on tumblr #childhood #children's book #apparently they're called mumbles in english #and while that's cute too i just love mucklas way too much #it's the escapism into childhood media for me

[dasy002]

💗DIAMOND💗

Masterlist Sarah Paulson + character

Tammy x reader

In this story Tammy is divorced and she has the custody of her 3 kids

Warnings: this chapter has zero sense but I wanted to post something; English is not my first language.

You and Tammy have been dating for a bit over an year. In all this time you managed to get to know all your girlfriend little secret: from the divorce with her ex husband, to her teenage crush on her friend Debby (have no idea if that's real, but for me it is sorry not sorry) and obviously her "job".

So you weren't surprised when, as soon as you get home, the kids run to you in tears telling you that mommy left for New York where she have to do a special job.

After calming the babies and put them to bed promising that mommy will be back soon you throw yourself on the bed calling Tammy.

"Hi honey!" She answer with her usual enthusiasm and sweet tone "Hey criminal!" You teas her a bit smirking only to be scolded by your girlfriend "Stop calling me that I'm out of it." "Then I guess you're just helping Debby move in her new house. Am I right?" You chuckle. Obviously you were joking, but apparently Tammy didn't get that cause she say slightly panicking "Honey I- I'm sorry! I'll take my thing and will be back home in a couple of hours and-" you cut her off laughing "Babe, I'm not mad. I know this is what makes you happy. So the only thing I'm asking is to be careful, I have no intention in visiting you in prison.". Tammy let out a loud breath of relief before remarking "You know we are always careful, plus orange is not really my thing." You two laugh and chat for a little more, before she had to go back to work.

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It's been a week since Tammy left for New York and you two haven't talk much, just some quick text where she let you know that she's safe and she loves you, but nothing more. The kids missed her like crazy and you two were starting to miss her presence at night, but you respect her and her interests so you would never dare to ask her to leave everything and come back home just cause you miss her. It would be selfish, and you would surely regret that the moment she'll place her feet in the house.

But apparently today is your lucky day. You are sitting on the couch trying to read something, while the kids are running around the house playing some weirdest game they just invented. That's when you hear the front door opening and your girlfriend voice calling for you. The kids immediately run up to hug her and tell her everything that happened in this week while she try to make her way into the living room with her luggage. You sit up and go to help her, but only after giving her a loving kiss on the lips.

"My loves, mommy missed you all so much but why don't you all go play outside while momma and I prepare lunch so then we can talk about everything you want?" Tammy propose almost in an impatient tone, but the kids don't seem to notice in fact they go to play outside without complaining. As soon as they're out of sight Tammy wraps her arms around your waist kissing you passionately, at first your surprised but eventually you let yourself go and kiss her back running your fingers through her blond hair.

"I missed you baby you whisper breathless when you two break the kiss "Me too honey, but I brought a gift for you." She reply smiling before taking out something from her pocket. You follow her hand with curiosity and gasp in shock when she opens it revealing a huge diamond ring. "Tammy what..." You breath out before she interrupts you " You know I get nervous when I have to do a speech, so I'm going straight to the point. Will you marry me (y/n)?"

Tears start building up in your eyes as you keep chanting "Yes Tammy yes" over and over like a mantra. Eventually your ex girlfriend and new fiance, put the ring on her finger mumbling "I hope you don't have a problem with robbery honey, cause I didn't buy it in a store for sure." With that you hug her tightly chuckling "I'm not surprised baby."

#oceans 8 #tammy x reader #sarah paulson #character x reader #writing #girls who like girls

[youbloodymadgenius]

Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 2

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 2075

Additional note: In Norway, you are of age at 18.

Enjoy 🙂

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"... don't start eating until your brother joins us."

As he pushes himself down the large hallway leading to the kitchen, Ivar can hear Lagertha's assertive voice. He knows exactly who she's talking to and his suspicions are confirmed as soon as he enters the room, as a very displeased and apparently famished Hvitserk looks at him with irritation before letting out a muffled, "it's 'bout time."

"Sorry, I must have dozed off." Shrugging, Ivar wheels up to the kitchen table, the smell of pizza tickling his nostrils. He must be hungrier than he thought.

"You look like Hel." Sigurd sneers in greeting.

Ivar, without bothering to look up, just tilts his head and hisses through clenched teeth, "coming from you, dear brother, I take that as a compliment."

He can feel Lagertha's gaze upon him and when he turns his head toward her, she is staring at him, the worry obvious in her eyes.

"I wouldn’t have put it exactly like that but Sigurd isn't wrong." She crosses the room and leans over, her brow furrowed. "You look exhausted, sweetie, what's going on?"

Ivar almost wants to laugh. He looks exhausted? No kidding? Yeah, guess what? That's what two sleepless nights in a row usually do to you. At least that's what they did to him. What you did to him, haunting his nights and even haunting his dreams, waking him up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, the few times he managed to fall asleep. At least, he'd made up his mind early this morning. Hopefully, now that the decision has been made, he'll sleep better. Saturday night, he'll see you again. His heart is racing at the thought and he inhales deeply, trying to calm down.

Unsurprisingly persistent, Lagertha asks again as she places her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, "Ivar, are you all right?"

He wishes he could just ignore his stepmom but knows she won't let it rest. Unwilling to admit that he owes his restless nights to a girl - to you - he decides to keep his answer vague. "So-so," he mumbles, slightly rocking his right hand.

"You're in pain? Do you need more meds? I could run to the drugstore really quick."

For once, he doesn't resent Ubbe for his well-meant yet patronizing kindness, nor for the pitying look he gives him. Actually, he silently thanks him for the good diversion. As long as his brothers and Lagertha believe that it's his legs that bother him, keeping him awake, his secret - you - will be safe.

Faking a small, sheepish smile, Ivar shakes his head. "Thanks bro, but that's okay, I have everything I need. Guess I should just double-up the tramadol tonight." He winces for good measure, knowing fully well he won't even need a single dose. The pain in his legs today is barely at four, nothing he can't handle.

Once the meal is almost over – which in plain English means that everyone but Hvitserk has finished eating, but thanks to Lagertha principle 'no one leaves the table until everyone has finished, boys', they're all stuck here – Ivar decides it's time to break the news.

"I'm gonna go to the party."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the kitchen falls quiet. Even Hvitserk stops chewing, putting his last slice of pizza back on his plate.

Not knowing what to do with the silence, and feeling a little awkward, Ivar explains further, a hand on his neck, "the midsummer party, I mean. Harald's party."

"We heard you just fine, sweetie." Lagertha is the first to pull herself together, even though the disbelief is clear in her voice. As Ivar looks up, his brothers are staring at him, slack-jawed, bewildered, probably wondering what's got into their baby brother.

"Let me get this straight." With widened eyes, Ubbe starts running both hands through his hair, "you are considering attending Harald's party, right? That's... That's what you said?"

"Yep." Ivar shrugs as if it was no big deal. Who is he kidding? Of course, it is! Attending the party is a fucking huge deal for him. There's no way in Hel he'll admit it, though. Not in front of his brothers. No fucking way!

"I'm not sure I understand..." Ubbe sounds cautious and it infuriates Ivar to no end.

"What part of 'I'm gonna go to the party' don't you get, brother? Huh? Too many big words for you?" He wants to keep going but when Lagertha clears her throat and gives him a stern look, he faintly raises an apologetic hand while muttering under his breath, "okay, okay, I'll stop."

Heaving a sigh, he shrugs once more. "Seriously, you don't all have to look so surprised. I just want to go to Harald's party. It's really not that big of a deal."

"But you never wanted to, sweetie. Why now?" Lagertha's eyes are wide open and there's a frown on her forehead as she crosses her arms.

"Why not?" Ivar can't help but raise his voice. "I'm sixteen, Lagertha! Thought I was entitled to a change of heart. Was I wrong?" Pointing a finger successively at each of his brothers, his free hand grabs his push rim, his knuckles white. "The three of you attend every year, why shouldn't I?" Looking directly at Lagetha once again, he asks in a clipped voice, "You're not going to tell me I can't go, are you?"

"Of course not, sweet–" She begins but Ubbe cuts her off.

"Listen Ivar, no one is saying you shouldn't go, not yet at least. As a matter of fact, no one would be more pleased than I if you were willing to go out more. Playing pool, going to the movies, or just having drinks, you know you're always welcome to come along with us. But..." Ubbe groans, rubbing his hands over his face and Ivar stiffens, grinding his teeth, "Harald's party, really? It's not going to work. You know it takes place on the beach, it's not exactly wheelchair-friendly."

Reluctantly taking his eyes off his slice of pizza, Hvitserk jumps in. "Ivar is our brother, if he wants to go, we find a way. That's it - I'll carry him."

Positively surprised, a small smile playing on his lips, Ivar thanks his brother with a nod, glad – and relieved too, because two are always better than one, right? – that Hvitserk, as so often, backs him up. Of all his brothers, he's the only one who sees him first as a sixteen-year-old and not as a cripple.

Ubbe is having none of it though. "Hvitserk, just stay out of this, okay?" He's practically shouting, chin up and chest out. "You don't have a say! I'm the oldest, not you! I don't think it's a good idea for Ivar to attend Harald's party, period."

Hvitserk furrows his brow and for a short moment, Ivar thinks his brother is going to fight back but eventually he lowers his gaze, defeated, before shoving the whole slice of pizza into his mouth. Ivar knows all too well that his brother, who's not the most tenacious of them, hates confrontation, especially with Ubbe.

Unlike him, Ivar is always ready to pick up a fight, even when it's not worth it, even when he is wrong. Today, though, it's definitely worth it.

His nostrils flaring, he smashes his fist down on the table, his face crumpled with anger. "Who do you think you are, Ubbe? You may be the oldest, but you're not my father, okay? So please, just do me a favor, brother, and read my lips." His voice dripping with sarcasm, his bottom lips quivering, Ivar is absolutely livid, "You. Don't. Have. A. Say. Period."

Ubbe is about to retort, his hands clenched into fists but Lagertha raises a hand, shutting him up. "Boys, boys, boys!" Glancing at Ubbe and then at Ivar, she shakes her head, not exactly thrilled with their outburst. "Now, calm down, both of you. Ubbe, Ivar is right. You may be his big brother, you may be an adult, but you're not his father. I know you mean well but as Ivar's guardian, I have the final say." Turning her head toward Ivar, she cracks him a reassuring smile. "We'll talk about this later, okay? Just the two of us."

***

Slamming the door shut, Ivar wheels up right next to his bed and, angling his chair just right, transfers over onto his bed before punching the wall, a roar escaping his lips. Big tears of frustration and anger run down his cheeks as Sigurd's words linger in his mind.

He had been surprised when his less-favorite brother had stayed out of the conversation.

He should have known better.

No sooner had Lagertha, Ubbe and Hvitserk left – she to make a phone call, they to join Margrethe – leaving them to tidy up the kitchen, than Sigurd had lashed out at him with harsh words and eyes full of spite.

"You messed up in the head, huh? It's a fucking beach, Ivar, you do realize your front wheels will get stuck in sand, right? Now tell me, little brother, do you really think we are going to carry your crippled ass around all night? Let me tell you, it's not going to happen! There will be so many better ways for us to spend the night. Girls, you know? Lots of them. Am I going to let you embarrass me and ruin my night? No! Not in a million years. And anyway, why do you even want to go? Get real, Ivar, you don't belong there, you just don't. You're a fucking cripple, a freak, an abnormality. No one wants you there. No one wants to see you. The sooner you accept it the better."

He knows Sigurd was intentionally trying to hurt him. And fuck, he did succeed. Ivar had felt so humiliated that it had brought bile to his throat.

At some point, while Sigurd was spitting his venom, Ivar had grabbed the large knife lying on the table and it took all his self-control not to stab his brother. No doubt his shrink would be proud of him.

Now though in his room, and even if he is boiling with anger, the nagging thought that Sigurd had a point, that he wasn't completely wrong, doesn't leave him. And he can see now that, in his own weird way, Ubbe was trying to protect him. By preventing him from going, his big brother wanted to spare him humiliation, pity, and mockery. Hvitserk, of course, had been willing to help, but let's face it, Sigurd once again was right. Piggy-back riding is not really an option anymore, he is too heavy. Plus, if he's being honest, even if it were still possible, it's the last thing he'd want. The mere thought of you seeing him on Ubbe's or Hvitserk's back makes him nauseous. Which puts him back to square one.

The beach is a problem and a huge one. Wheeling in sand is a no-go. It's just fucking impossible. If he doesn't come up with an idea soon, he's not going to be physically able to attend the party. And that's something he doesn't want to consider.

"I need a fucking genius idea!" He speaks out loud, cracking his knuckles, his eyes squeezed shut.

Fuck.

He just wants to see you. Y/N... Just you. And he won't be able to.

Fuck. Fucking sand! Fucking beach! Fucking legs! Fuck– Stop.

Wait.

What... What did he say?

He needs an idea... A genius idea. Genius. That's it.

A slow smile spreads across his face.

Good thing he knows an authentic genius, right?

Grabbing his phone, he frantically slides his pointer finger on the screen, sighing with relief as he finds the contact he is looking for.

"Hello, Ivar," the man answers after two rings, and his voice brings an even bigger smile to Ivar's lips, "it's very sweet of you to call me."

"Hello to you too, you spindly legged, knock-kneed old fool. There might be something that you can do for me. I want to attend Harald's party. It'll take place on the beach. My brothers won't carry me and I can't really crawl about, can I? I wonder if you could help me, Floki?"

Ivar's godfather lets out a high-pitched chuckle before answering, "I'll figure something out, dear Ivar, I'll figure something out."

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[weirdthoughtsandideas]

American Song Contest live reaction from a local swede part 2

I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE VOTING SYSTEM

MICHAEL BOLTN (it's something with some american accents and kind of not pronouncing the o and it's just "tn")

As a nordic person, every time I see the name "Eli" I want to pronounce it like "El-ee" and not "El-ai" like the americans pronounce it

HAHAHA WHAT IS THIS A COMMERCIAL FOR SMOOTHIES

They had 0 energy lol

Montana guy reminds me of Billy Ray Cyrus so. Hannah Montana

HIS MOUTH STRETCHED SO MUCH-

Is every New York person just living a dream life

She kicks one (1) leg and that's her dance

HDTRMK STATUE OF LIBERTY-

"That's Enisa FROM NEW YORK EVERYBODY GIVE IT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Fun fact there was a girl named Jocelyn in my class in middle school and our english teacher who was from USA pronounced her name like "Jossy-leen"

Omg water tunnel from a Mario Kart level? Or a Sonic and Sega All Stars Racing level? Or both?? :D

Is the whole song just the phrase "You're never alone" or?

"CELEBRRRRRANDO"

This feels like a song from Bia (and I think that DCLA show has the least good songs... but I have also only watched 20 eps and also heard Vale Vale so don't listen to me). But anyway this song isn't good

NEW BOOT GOOFIN' YEAH

KENTUCKY GUY REALLY LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE?? LIKE SOMEONE I HAVE SEEN ON TV?? LIKE A CHARACTER IN SOME SHOW?

"The lyrics hit me <3" PLEASE can the hosts just say "thank you" after every performance like we do in Europe, you don't have to give compliments to everyone

H0RSE G0RL

This feels like a family in Appaloosa Plains in the sims 3

Can barely hear what she sings only hear mumbles

"AAAAHHH CANNN'T MAKEYO LOVE MEAUH WOULDNTWANNAMAKEYOANYWAY"

"wHat A soUnG"

IS HIS TIKTOK NAME "YOURBOYBRABRA"

Very generic song to me

Why is he on the dreamworks logo tho

I- did they make an adult joke with his "I got excited" comment or do I just have a dirty mind

The "my friends call me this" thing, I don't know if that's an american thing or a universal thing, but I rarely have seen any person from where i'm from be like "my friend call me the king/queen of this"

This feels like a song you play in malls

THE DANCERS ARE KILLING ME

HAHAHAH THEM COMMENTING THE VIRGINIA BOOTH COMMENTING ON SOME RANDOM DUDE

The have the bi flag colors in the background

"When people think of Maine, they think of lobster" no i'm thinking of Stephen King

Apparently they're voting through streams on Spotify??? K??

HAHAHA THIS FEELS LIKE WHEN SAN MARINO COMPETED IN ESC LAST YEAR FOR SOME REASON

No one outside Sweden will understand this reference but during the "Is it you, is it me" I got reminded of "VEM ÄR DU VEM ÄR JAG LEVANDE CHARADER"

At least they didn't give out who won during the CREDITS this time

#american song contest

[russellsppttemplates]

Soon enough (Lance Stroll)

There are many different ways to start a family, and Lance and Y/N are hopefully starting their own

Note: english is not my first language. This piece is written from experiences I know (my mother's, specifically), so it is probable that there are some mistakes as I'm not a doctor. Either way, I've tried to treat this as respectfully as possible as this is very close to my heart. Am I really giddy for the follow up parts? Yes, I am!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: mentions endometriosis, fertility issues and treatments and associated topics like blood, medicine, hospitals, needles, etc., male masturbation, pregnancy

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"It's just going to be negative, Lance", you mumbled, placing the stick on top of the counter and turning to the tap to ways your hands. "Then we'll know what to look for, sweetheart", he attempted, knowing how much the subject weighed on your chest.

When you decided it was time to start thinking about building your family, you and Lance went back to Dr. Marlin like she had asked you. Given your endometriosis, she wanted to accompany you in your fertility journey, checking out all of the possibilities before you moved on to bigger situations.

Lance had been the most supportive partner, always there to cheer you on and to hold you whenever things didn't work out, "Dr. Marlin said that if this didn't work, we are moving on to the big treatments", you looked at him, "and that's what we will do if you want, whenever you feel comfortable", he kissed the side of your head after pulling you close to him, "we're in this together, Y/N".

Grabbing the test when your phone beeped, you didn't even flinch, "negative, like I said", you mumbled, your top lip trembling as you hid your face in your husband's neck. As much as you expected it, it still hurt. Like any other couple wanting to start parenthood, you wanted to remember this period of your life fondly, but you also knew you weren't any other couple. You weren't alone, and since you became more invested in learning about your condition, you found out about all the other couples who had been through the same and their happy families, remembering someone with a very similar history to yours.

"I love you, Y/N, so much. I love you and we're going to have our own family, my love", Lance whispered in your ear, "we're in this together until the end, whatever it takes", he soothed, kissing your skin and hugging you tight against him.

"Do you have any meetings today?", you asked as you pulled away a few moments later, wiping your tears on your sleeve, "I have one at the end of the day, and I'm free for the rest of the week", Lance informed, "I have to get to work for the afternoon only, my morning is free too", you sniffed.

"Then I can call Dr. Marlin to book an appointment and you can go and get ready because we are going on a walk. It's a very quiet one, I doubt we'll run into anyone, okay?", he suggested, smiling when he saw your lips curve upwards slightly, "you're the best. I love you, Lance", you kissed his lips, walking out the bathroom and into the bedroom while he made the phone call.

.

"Do you need a blood sample?", you asked the assistant on the counter, "no, today it's just an ultrasound, and after that you might have to come in for other samples, just depends on how the appointment goes today", she smiled, "Dr. Marlin will call you shortly".

Sitting next to Lance as you waited, you grabbed his hand and started playing with in fingers on top of his thigh, "are you ready to hear that my uterus is a sad sad place for a baby to grow and that not even your guys want to stay in there? We've known eacother for a good while, so I thought we'd befriended, but apparently they're either too snobby or my uterus is a very hostile place", you joked, hoping that it would shake your nerves off, "too much?", you cringed.

"That's not the weirdest thing you've said to me", your husband chuckled, "and I'll listen to anything you say as long as it makes you smile", he cupped your cheek, "besides, who knows? Maybe my guys are also picky, or slow".

Dr. Marlin welcomed you in her office not long after, greeting you and confirming the informations she had, "like we discussed before, it seems that our best approach would be treatments like IVF. For that, of you still want to go for that route, we'll need some samples so we can also rule out any questions from Lance and see where your levels are", she said, getting up, "for today, we'll do the ultrasound as this will also given us more information".

Getting up and laying down on the bed, Lance followed you, standing on your side as you lifted your shirt enough for her to squeeze the gel and move the wand around, "see here? This is your fallopian tube, and it seems the most blocked, while your uterus is actually shedding well enough", she explained, pointing to the different spots on the screen.

"And is that good or bad? I mean, given the circumstances", you questioned, "I can't tell you with absolute certainty, as everyone is different, but this is usually a good sign. It means that it's your eggs that are not travelling to the uterus, and not like you have a low count or that they don't have a good place to settle once fertilised", she smiled, "I'm prescribing you the bloodwork and the samples we need, but after that, if everything checks out, we'll wait for your period and then we'll start couting from there".

.

"It's time for the shot, sweetheart", Lance called, grabbing the supplies he needed as you sat on the sofa. Even though you were fine doing it by yourself, having Lance doing the injections when he was home helped him feel involved in the process. "You can leave that there, then I can just pick it up after you take the needle out", you noted, placing the gauze in your thigh.

Lance tapped the syringe twice to make sure it was at the right level, kneeling down in front of you, "I'm just going to pinch your tummy, is this side, right?", he confirmed, seeing you nod, "are you ready, love?", he checked over before injecting the medicine on your skin, holding the syringe steady for a little bit before pulling it out, discarding it in the medical waste bin Dr. Marlin had given you while you dealt with the burn.

"This one is burning a lot more than I expected", you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as the stung softened, feeling Lance's lips on your tummy and right by your hand that was pressing the gauze down, "you're very brave, Y/N, I love you".

"I love you too, handsome", you cradled his face, rubbing his stubbly cheek before helping him store the supplies for the next injection time, "we only have four days left", you smiled, looking at the medicine vials.

"Soon enough, Y/N, soon enough", he kissed your forehead, hugging carefully to not press on your tender lower belly, "you're so amazing all I keep doing is just that, but you're taking it all in, it's your body going through the changes", he kissed your softly.

"You're the one dealing with these hormonal changes, I still can't believe I cried when your sister showed up at the table with the pie a little bit more golden that it usually is. It wasn't burnt and it tasted amazing as usual, but the sight of it not done like usual sent me in a fit of cries", you blushed. Chloe was understanding like you expected her to be, but you still couldn't shake her panicked few seconds when she saw your tears, calling her brother immediately so he could hug you and soothe you.

"It's part of the process, love, and I want to be here for as much as I'm able", he said, interrupted by the sound of your phone going off, "it's Dr. Marlin, let me put in on speaker".

The phone call couldn't have gone better, "Y/N, I've reviewed the scans and it looks really good, keep up with the rest of the treatment and next week we'll look into the retrievals", she announced.

.

"This wasn't the way we were supposed to make a baby", you mumbled, "I should be getting naked and we'd be in our bed, and we'd whisper how much we love eachother and then we'd cuddle in said bed, not with me in a procedure room and you in another, in these cold and sterile sheets", you looked up at Lance.

You were back in the clinic so the doctors could collect both samples, and while you've had the years to prepare for this, and with therapy it was something you had worked over, sometimes you were still plagued by these thoughts.

Fortunately, your husband knew just what to say, "it's not the usual way, yes, but it's filled with love nonetheless. You're putting yourself through procedures after your body had been medicated with injections, and that is love. For out little one who we will hopefully hold in our arms when the time comes, love for our family and love for me. You're going to make me a father because of this amount of love you're showing me and that we share, okay?", he smiled soothingly, kissing your forehead, "no more of those worries, okay? Besides, we'll have loads of time for you to touch me and for me to touch you", he winked, helping you turn around so he could help you with the gown's tie.

Kissing your forehead goodbye once the nurses came to take you, Lance was then pulled to a room for himself, "all of the supplies you need are there", she pointed to the sterile table, leaving him alone in the room. Masturbating in a hospital room was not something he ever thought about doing. It wasn't that you weren't there with him, because he certainly had done it many times whenever he travelled for races and you weren't there, so he figured it was the white walls, plain in a room that only had the purpose he was in there for too. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he found the photo album of pictures of you he kept for these occasions. The collection was built along the years you've dated, usually ending up on his phone whenever you both felt particularly daring and in need of the other and you weren't physically able to satisfy it. The picture he used, however, was one he had taken himself. The picture was probably three months old as he had taken in on your anniversary, your naked side profile as you looked sweetly at the camera. You hadn't done anything big to celebrate it, opting instead for staying in and spending your time between the sheets working on your shared dream of a family. And that's exactly what he was doing right now, stroking himself as he recalled the sweet noises you make that he adores so much, the way you feel around him and how your body feels in his hands, soon collecting his finish in the sterile cup.

Making sure it was sealed tight and then washing his hands, Lance fixed himself and walked out of the room, heading up to the desk and handing his sample to the nurse, "there you go", he began, seeing her store it in a cooler like box, "I'm sorry to bother, but do you have any news on my wife?", he wondered, "Y/N's procedure seems to be concluded", the nurse looked at the monitor in front of her, "they're probably just finishing up and she'll be up in her room any minute. Do you want me to walk you there?".

"I think I still remember the way, thank you though", Lance smiled, walking along the corridors until he found the room you had been in. He sat in the comfortable chair, smiling when he saw your colourful fuzzy socks waiting on your bag, remembering reading reports from other women saying that their feet were cold after the retrieval, and since you weren't a big fan of the cold, Lance made sure to pack them for you.

The noise in the corridor caught his attention as the nurse that had wheeled you to the procedure room came back, wheeling you back inside, "she's still a bit sleepy, but the procedure went well. Dr. Marlin said that, at first glance, everything is right on track", she smiled as she noticed Lance's worry fade, "we will be both here in a bit so we can discharge her, but if something happens meanwhile, there's a bell there", she pointed, excusing herself and closing the door behind her.

Turning to face you, Lance kissed your cheek as you fluttered your lashes, "hey, sleepy girl", he cooed, prompting you to fully open your eyes, "I heard you did really well in there", he admitted proudly.

"Yes, they said something about a good number of eggs, I think I might've compared myself to a chicken, so you know, good things", you giggled, looking for his hand to hold, "thank you, for all this", you kissed his knuckles, "no need to thank me, we're in this together, sweetheart".

After explaining you the signs you should look out for, the medical team discharged you and off home you went with Lance.

.

Since you got the call to book the embryo transfer day, you and Lance had been cautiously hopeful with the results, "Lance, Y/N, I'm happy to say that we have 10 embryos to work with. They have developed healthily and without any complications", Dr. Marlin cheered.

"Let's go get a baby put inside of me, hm?", you stepped out of the car, holding Lance's hand as you walked to the door. Checking in was quick and you were almost immediately welcomed into the procedure room, sitting in the bed and covering yourself as requested.

"I imagine I'm looking very sexy", you joked in a way to deal with the nerves, "you always look the sexiest to me", your husband kissed the side of your head, resting his forehead in yours, "we're finally here, my love, you've got this, we've got this", he whispered, almost terrified that of he spoke any louder he would disturb the mood.

You heard a knock on the door, Dr. Marlin and her colleague walking in wheeling a small cart, "we have your embryos here", she pointed to the environment where they had been developing. As they rearranged the room, they pushed a highchair by your side, telling Lance he could sit in there while they worked, "so, Y/N, you shouldn't feel too much pain, rather some pressure as we make the transfer", she said as she maneuvered the small catheter, her colleagues guiding the ultrasound as you looked at Lance, finding the usual calm in his brown eyes.

"That was very well placed, actually the perfect spot", Dr. Marlin said, smiling behind her mask as he removed the devices and covered you up. "It's done", she empathised, rubbing your shoulder and hugging you, "now you're just going to stay here for 10, 15 minutes or so, to make sure everything settles", she excused herself, leaving you and Lance in the room.

"We made a baby and they're inside of you", Lance choked out. Throughout this process, he had always been the strong one, the one to hold you whenever you didn't want to do the injection because it hurt too much, whenever you felt like crap from the meds and whenever you lost hope, but today he cried for the first time, bringing tears to your own, "I'm so happy, I promise these are happy tears", he chuckled, "I always say that I'm the luckiest guy because you love me, at my best and t my worst, and today you proved it to me once again. I really am the luckiest", he kissed your lips, salty tears in the mix while you waited.

"We'll see you in two weeks for the test, okay?", your OB waved goodbye after giving you two big hugs, "thank you, once more", you spoke, forever grateful for the way she led you through this whole journey.

Driving home was quiet and comfortable, your seat adjusted so you didn't have as much pressure on your abdominal area, "They really should get this holes sorted, they've been here for a while now and they're only getting worse", Lance mumbled, "I'm sorry, sweetheart", he apoligised as he slowed down the car as much as it was safe to, "it's fine, it doesn't hurt or anything", you justified, not seeing the need to be so careful.

Blushing, your husband passed all the holes, the concrete now smooth as he drove faster again, "can't give any more shakes to the little bun, you know? Making sure they stay glued to the wall and all", he said sweetly, hopefully bringing lightness to the situation as you pouted at his cuteness.

"I love you, Lance. There's no one else I'd want to do this with", you stretched your hand, landing on his thigh as his own hand travelled to your tummy, rubbing it softly and hoping that your family was growing inside of you.

#lance stroll imagine #lance stroll fanfic #lance stroll fluff #lance stroll x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

[mistaeq]

Bonjour! Can I request a fic on jonathan with a smol crush who avoids him because they're scared of how big and buff he is and they think he's gonna hurt them but he's actually just trying to confess. I hope my English was understandable, ty 🥺💕

Jonathan Joestar: Daisies and a cup of tea

TW // none

Thank you for your request, hun! And sorry for the time you had to wait, I actually put a lot of effort into this fic, it's pretty long and I hope you like it. I added some plot in the start, hope you don't mind it and hope you enjoy it <3

Where Jonathan and his s/o look like Tom and Jerry

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

You started to care more about him when his new "brother", Dio, arrived. Jonathan was the cutest and gentlest guy around, and you had been watching him for a good amount of time. You sometimes happened to see him around with Dio, and it was clear how bad their relationship was. You hated Dio.

Jonathan and you weren't friends, you just knew each other, your house wasn't so far from his, and you sometimes met while going to school. You've always seen him as a kind boy, a little gentleman, but nothing more. Why would someone like him have something to say to someone like you?

Also, he was incredibly rich. He probably had the chance to get what he wanted when he wanted, and surely had no problems in finding a better significant other than you. So you just watched from afar. Jonathan sometimes smiled to you, sometimes waved hi at you, with his hand. Sometimes he even stopped to talk a bit.

One day, you learnt that Dio had been spreading fake and horrible information about Jonathan. And his friends believed Dio! You couldn't imagine someone could be so cruel, and you had no explanation for this. What's so funny in ruining someone's life? You were worried about Jonathan.

That's why one day, coming home from school, you decided to follow him. You knew it wasn't right, but your heart told you you had to help him. You found Jonathan alone, where an old tree was, angry as you had never seen him.

His blue hair wasn't so perfectly combed as always, rather messy. His legs kicking the tree, as he continued screaming Dio's name, out of anger. When you saw his red cheeks and a little drop of sweat rolling down his forehead, you felt your own face warm up. Jonathan looked so good.

After he screamed one last time, his back fell against the tree, sliding down until he was sitting. He was heavily breathing, and in a last moment of anger, he punched the ground. It was time for you to help him.

"Jonathan?" your voice startled him, and he quickly stood up. You could tell by the look on his face how nervous he was. "Sorry... didn't mean to scare you or... look like I was spying on you."

"No..." he smiled, unfastening a little his purple foulard. "I'm pretty thankful someone approached me." He sat under the tree again, calming down and letting out a deep breathe of relief. "Especially if that someone is you, y/n. It's delightful to know that you don't believe what Dio told everyone about me."

"I don't believe a single word of his, JoJo." you sat next to him. You had to go home, your parents were probably waiting for you, but that could wait, for a little. "I've been looking at you for a while... you'll probably think I'm mad..." your gaze didn't dare to meet his. "But I know you're a good person, Jonathan. And I admire you."

You looked at the sky, where cute, soft, white clouds were floating. You smiled. "I know we're too young to talk about love. But everytime I look at you, my heart flutters and I feel like smiling the whole day." You couldn't believe you were really saying these things to him. He probably would have laughed. Why would he ever like someone like you back?

Avoiding looking at him, you couldn't see it. But JoJo's cheeks were now of a cute strawberry color, his hands sweating more than before, fiddling with a flower he had found on the ground. "I..." while his voice broke the silence that had formed between you, you saw a beautiful daisy popping out in front of you, in Jonathan's hand. "Thank you, y/n. This means a lot to me."

You finally found the courage to look at him directly, and noticed his eyes were kinda teary. Knowing someone was still by his side, and that not everybody had abandoned him, really warmed his heart, and your confession sounded so pure he felt his heart flutter along with yours.

"Stay... stay still." he murmured, the daisy still in his hand. His gentle hand moved behind your ear, giving you goosebumps. Then, he looked satisfied. "This looks so good, on you." You soon realized he had put the daisy on your ear. He was so kind and gentle, that you couldn't tell if he was honest or if he was just pretending to like you to not to let you down. A true gentleman.

"Jonathan..." you asked, standing up. You almost giggled, when he stood up with you and stumbled upon a root of the tree. But you held his hand, helping him not to fall. "Our houses are pretty close to each other. Would you mind it, if we went home together? And... would you mind it, if we met here, again, tomorrow?"

He immediately shook his head, collecting his school bag from the ground. "I wouldn't mind it at all, y/n... I... I would be really happy, to be honest..." he mumbled, following you on the way home. You could feel the tension, as your hands brushed when you were walking. Something in Jonathan's mind was telling him to hold hands with you. But he didn't. Out of respect.

"Y/n... you..." you turned your head towards Jonathan, listening to him. "You aren't just saying it... because you'll make fun of me, right? You'll really come tomorrow, won't you?" Your eyes widened. How much did Dio hurt him, for Jonathan to think something like that could actually happen to him? This question broke your heart.

"What... no, Jonathan, I'll really meet you under the tree, tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to it." he smiled in response, and nodded.

"I understand." you didn't even noticed you had walked past his house. He cared about accompanying you to your house, before. A true gentleman. After a couple of minutes, when you finally saw your door, you realized.

"But... Jonathan, we walked past your house... you... you brought me to mine, first?" he nodded, and told you he felt like you were safer like this. He didn't feel comfortable with leaving you alone when Dio was around, even if your house was so close to his. "Thank you, JoJo." you whispered, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek, then giggled seeing his whole face blush, and his hand scratching the back of his neck, smiling.

You felt like your heart was a thousand times lighter, you've been able to get your feelings for him off your chest. What you didn't know, is that at home a bad surprise was waiting for you. You mother was crying, and your father was caressing her shoulders. "Mother... what's going on?" you let your school bag down your shoulder, and on the ground.

"It's no use staying here, y/n..." your father talked. "Our economical situation is the worst ever, and seeing other families who have everything they need and even more, like the Joestars, doesn't make it any better." hearing that surname made your heart jump. Then, your mother spoke up.

"We're leaving to America, y/n." she wiped her tears off. "And we're leaving tonight."

[Eight years later]

"I'm planning on starting a Foundation. And as soon as you'll want to continue being my right hand, I'll happily involve you in this." you met Robert the year you came back from America. You were nineteen now, and you wanted to see England again. You had worked hard to guarantee yourself a good amount of knowledge, and this gentleman, who seemed to have gone through lots in the latest months, brought you with him and made you his secretary.

"And I'll happily follow you in this, mr. Speedwagon." you took a sip from the cup of tea in front of you. You'd been working for him for a year, and you finally accepted his will to make this collaboration a little friendlier. He didn't like being so professional with you.

You saw his eyes smile at you, behind the cup of coffee he was sipping from. Then, his gaze pointed somewhere else, right behind your shoulder.

"Ah!" Robert's expression lit up. "About time I introduce you to my best friend, y/n!" he waved his hand, to get someone's attention behind you, apparently. As soon as Speedwagon called him, you felt your heart stop. "Jonathan! Jojo!" you choked on your tea, and started coughing. Before the blue haired man could see you, you sprinted towards the bathrooms. Speedwagon's shocked face was priceless.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom's mirror. What was Jonathan Joestar doing in that place? Why right in that moment? Since when was he Speedwagon's best friend? You had been sending him some letters, during the first years you've been in America. But he never answered. You imagined he was furious at you, you had promised you would have never abandoned him and you disappeared instead.

Little did you know, that Jonathan never received those letters. Dio carefully burnt them all. You didn't even look at him, you didn't see how handsome he had become, you didn't see how much he had grown up. And you didn't think you were ready to see it. But fleeing from the bathroom's window while your boss was sitting right there with someone he wanted to introduce you - as if you needed that - would have been pretty rude of you. So you just faced your fate.

You exited the bathroom, and even before getting closer, you saw him. His soft, blue hair was just the same, just as his gentle, kind and expressive blue eyes. His... giant muscles? His broad chest? Jonathan had changed so much. But he looked just like perfection. Your cheeks burnt up again. Is it possible to still have a crush on someone after eight years? Probably he had someone already, probably he was even married, you weren't expecting anything. Probably seeing you he would have gone feral and angry, after what you unwillingly did to him.

"Y/n." Speedwagon said, when you approached them, gaze pointing at the ground. "Hope you're fine. Jonathan and I were just..."

"Y/n?" you heard JoJo's surprised voice repeating your name. "I already know them, Robert." a horrible silence fell among the three of you. Both Speedwagon and the young Joestar were now staring at you. You were so afraid of him, now. He was so buff and strong, if he was even slightly angry at you, he could crush you with his pinky only.

"I'm sorry, mr. Speedwagon, but I just remembered I had an important meeting, and I'm late, already. Hope you don't mind." you didn't even wait for his answer. Robert wasn't a stupid man, he immediately understood something was wrong. And he just let you go. Anyway, you felt Jonathan's deep eyes lingering on you as you left the bar.

Did you regret running away? Yes and no. You were afraid he would have done something to you out of anger. But Jonathan is a gentleman, he would never hurt someone so smaller than him. And you really missed him. Probably it wasn't the same, for him. But your heart was beating so fast you could feel it in your ears. You headed home. You had a little flat Speedwagon had been helping you pay. You could have never been grateful enough to him. You only had a little rent to pay.

That night, you couldn't sleep. You dreamt of Jonathan hugging you. You dreamt of your childhood. You dreamt of that day under that tree. And you woke up at four in the morning, never falling asleep again. You hoped you wouldn't have to see him again. But you also wanted to see him. Something like eight years ago, maybe? Watching him from afar. Longing.

Little did you know that it wasn't you who watched him from afar, but the contrary. Speedwagon told him not to bother you, if you didn't feel comfortable. But his gentleman side disappeared for a second. It wasn't bothering, if he made it look like you met by chance. He was really interested in talking with you again.

Three days after that happened, in fact, you were walking in London's streets towards Speedwagon's office, eyes on the ground, when you bumped into a broad, strong chest, letting everything you were carrying in your arms on the ground.

"Oh! Sorry, I wasn't paying atten..." you moved your gaze towards the figure who bumped into you. "J-Jonathan...?" he smiled, an innocent look on his face.

"Y/n! It's you!" he immediately helped you collecting all the stuff which had fallen from your hands. "What a coincidence..." you felt your heart panicking. How could you escape from that? He looked so kind and happy, but you weren't sure of that...

"Yes... what a coincidence..." you quickly thanked him, after you finished collecting everything from the ground, and immediately tried to go away. "Sorry Jonathan, I'm in a hurry." as long as you were still close, he wouldn't let this chance go lost.

"Y/n?" he called. You stopped. What to do? In another situation you could really have chosen to stay and give him a chance. But this was no excuse. You actually had to see your boss. And you were a little thankful, for this. Getting scolded by Jonathan for your behavior of years ago would have been kinda difficult to get before a day of hard work.

"Jonathan, I am sorry." you repeated, glancing at him above your shoulder. "But I'm really late and I don't want mr. Speedwagon to fire me. You know... I still need to pay my rent. I'm not... rich or something." this last sentence of yours sounded like something you said on purpose. "And not being such can really ruin stuff." you walked away. "A lot of stuff. But rich men seem to have no time for poor people." You said, referring to the letters he never answered to. But he had no clue those even existed.

Smooth, smooth Jonathan Joestar, watched you walk away as he smiled at the brooch he stole from your jacket when you were too busy collecting papers from the ground. This is not what a gentleman would have done, but is it true or not that gentlemen can break their rules for love?

In fact, he would have never given up. Right that day, a postman rang at Speedwagon's office's door. You waited for Robert to go and get his stuff. It happened quite a lot, he was getting richer and richer - which was a good thing for your salary, too - and lots of people were trying to reach for him. But there was a surprise, between all those letters for Speedwagon.

"Y/n... I think you lost your brooch..." your hand istinctively travelled to your chest, feeling no metallic thing. You started to panic, but Robert soon told you what happened. "...have you met Jonathan today? It looks like you lost it walking away from him..." your boss gave you the brooch and the note attached.

"Hello, y/n. While you were running away you lost your brooch. I thought it would have been kind of me to bring it to you personally. But as I understood you don't feel comfortable with me, I won't insist anymore. -Jonathan"

Those words of his made you feel a little guilty. - Exactly what Jonathan was trying to do, to be honest - What if he was genuinely trying to fix your relationship? Was he really not angry at you? In the middle of your thoughts, you didn't even notice - luckily - that another little note, for Speedwagon only, slipped out of the envelope. Your boss had the chance to read it after you went away afterwards, though.

After two days without seeing or even meeting Jonathan by chance, Speedwagon told you that day you wouldn't have worked with him in the office, because he wanted to get a cup of tea with you. To be honest, you liked this, you probably wouldn't have been able to stand working so much with someone who didn't even try to be your friend. On the contrary, between you and Speedwagon there was a deep trust.

And it was exactly what you needed, because you explained him everything, Jonathan's childhood with Dio, how you got closer to each other and what happened due to your economical struggles. In exchange, Robert told you everything about how JoJo and him, along with mr. Zeppeli, fought and defeated Dio. Then, your talk moved to Jonathan and you. But before you could speak...

"Will you excuse me, y/n... I need to wash my hands, I think I got a little tea on my fingers." Robert smiled, standing up. "I'll listen to you as soon as I come back."

While he was away, you thought hard on what to say. How could you explain your feelings for Jonathan? As soon as you heard Speedwagon's footsteps approaching your table again, you started to talk. "The thing with Jonathan is... that I'm afraid he'll be angry at me. I was forced by my family to go away because of our economical situation... and couldn't see JoJo again... I even sent him a few letters... several letters..." your voice cracked.

"Many letters... but he never answered. He surely hated me and I'm so afraid he hates me again. I missed him so much, and seeing him again made my heart flutter like it did when we were twelve..." you felt hands on your shoulders. "Thank you for your support, Robert... R-Robert... when did your hands become so big and strong..." you froze. It wasn't happening. You didn't just... pour your heart out to Jonathan thinking you were talking to Speedwagon, did you?

You didn't have the guts to turn around. You just felt that big and warm hand touching the back of your ear. As soon as you touched it too, you understood that a daisy had been put on your ear. Your eyes filled with tears. Not even you could understand what kind of tears. Happiness? Melancholy? Nostalgic tears? You felt like that day under the tree was back. You turned around, and wrapped your arms around Jonathan's neck, his warm, muscular arms holding you tight.

There he was, that sly bastard. Speedwagon. He had planned everything, since he was right there, behind Jonathan, with a smug smile on his face. Your boss really did all of that for you? That's what was written on the note from Jonathan for him you didn't notice fell in his office. You closed your eyes as you felt Jonathan's scent, the same of many years ago, the same you felt when you kissed him on his cheek.

"I received no letters, anyway." he confessed. "Dio probably got rid of them everytime..." he smiled, wiping a tear of yours off.

"Y-You aren't angry at me...?" you sniffled, as he shook his head. You couldn't understand how someone you hadn't seen for eight years could still matter so much to you. But the daisy he put on your ear, wrenched your heart in a thousand pieces. You had thought of him so much, it had started to hurt. And now he was finally in your arms again. Beautiful, gentle, kind... muscular in a scary way. But it was Jonathan.

"Would you mind going out together sometimes? Like dating?" he asked, finally. Then giggled. "I have plenty of daisies to give you."

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo oneshot #jojo fic #jojo part one #phantom blood #jonathan joestar #jonathan x reader

[selfships-in-spanish]

Idk random thought but I think it would be cute/hot if canon!verse connor and ona where at home watching a movie and it ended up with them getting handsy with one another. Like, they're snuggled up under blankets and roaming hands lead to some fun times (like some finger fucking/handjob etc.).

Anon I am DEEPLY SORRY for how long it took, but between the creative rut I was in, the months I worked and such... I just had no time and words didn’t want to come to me. 

But I really hope you’re still around and that you enjoy this 6683 word smutty one-shot!

A bazillion thanks to @tinmiss1939 for helping me out with English and ideas when my brain decided to not cooperate <3

Warnings: smut! They get touchy 👀

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Saturday nights ended up being movie nights with Ona’s cozy blanket that her grandmother knit her as a Christmas present. She didn’t want her favourite grandchild being cold in the States, knowing Ona was used to her precious Mediterranean weather. Connor ended up snogging most of the blanket, even if it was big enough for two adults and had wool to spare. 

Ona made sure Connor was familiarised with the classics, checking out the long list of movies she wanted Connor to see, and Ona would also make popcorn and prepare thririum-sodas for Connor so he could enjoy The Experience. Connor was grateful for her efforts and felt her enthusiasm transmit to him too. He kind of regretted watching Terminator 2 because she kept asking him to repeat some lines, but he secretly looked for leather jackets. T-800 was… cool. 

Ona finished the popcorn, setting the bowl on the table next to their soda glasses. She was currently staring at the screen, quite invested in how Yoda trained Luke Skywalker on Dagobah. Connor ventured a look at her, eyes zeroing on her lips absently wrapping around her popcorn-salty fingers. He wondered how her tongue would feel on his own fingers, the texture, the heat. A notification appeared on his HUD, warning him about a slight rise in his core temperature. Connor ignored it. 

Connor decided a distraction from those thoughts would be good, and he went to reach for his own thirium-soda, keeping his eyes on the TV screen. Ona reached to the paper napkins she put there previously, wiping the remaining of the salt and saliva out of her fingers. Once done, she threw the crumpled paper napkin inside the popcorn bowl and rearranged herself on the sofa to find a comfortable position, which ended being by her leaning slightly into Connor. The poor android suppressed embarrassing noises at the fact that Ona was slightly touching his arm with hers. He couldn’t wait to actually feel her in his arms, some day. 

They kept their positions for a while, Connor not daring to move a single centimetre in case Ona realised her proximity and put some distance between them. But rA9, how he wanted to move to—

Ona leaned her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly. 

Connor wanted to scream. 

His olfactory sensors could pick up traces from her fruity shampoo and the pressure and heat sensors from his shoulder could feel the warmth from her cheeks and the comfortable weight of her head. Some stray curls tickled his neck. 

Connor wanted to scream. A lot. 

He stayed perfectly still, his breathing program stuttering slightly. Did she know what this meant? To him? Did she know how he longed to feel her against him and to be able to freely touch her? Touch her soft, snow white curls? Connor ignored the movie completely (not that Ona will ever know, he could download it and watch it anytime, as well as film analysis and data in case she wanted to discuss the plot and story points), focusing his attention on this tiny human that managed to make her way into his pump, unknowing of the depth she managed. 

He wanted to lean his head against hers too, he wanted to wrap his arm around her waist and tug her closer to him, he wanted to feel her entire weight on him, he wanted—

Ona nuzzled her head against Connor’s shoulder, shifting to make herself more comfortable. Connor was this close to make shutdown noises. 

Connor tried to analyse this situation: Ona was not uncomfortable with his presence, she was in fact seeking contact, and she was quite prone to seek human touch. She was a hugger, she liked holding his hand whenever she dragged him somewhere or would poke Hank’s chest when she teased him, sometimes even managing to convince Hank into letting her tie his hair in a ponytail. So, it wasn’t new she liked to touch her friends and people she was comfortable with, but the fact that she was touching him… he would never get used to it, or at least anytime soon. 

“Am I too heavy?”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts, slightly lifting her head to turn around just enough to face Connor. RA9, she was beautiful. 

“You are not, detective. My pressure plates and carbon fibre chassis can endure heavy weights and— what?” Ona was smiling at him, fondly, and with an amused spark in her eyes. Connor could get lost in her olive-green gaze. 

“You said detective,” Ona began, a teasing edge in her voice. “We are not in the precinct. Do I have to pull a Hank on you?” Hank was very loud about how he didn’t want to be called Lieutenant every single time his friend, because he wasn’t ready for son yet, talked to him. And Ona wasn’t shy to make herself heard either. 

“That will not be necessary, Miss Boix.” Ona raised a brow. “Ona.”

“That’s better. I like the way you say my name.” Ona got on her previous position, leaning her head on his shoulder again. Connor was too stunned to reply, having her words in a loop. What the hell does he reply to that?

Connor kept staring at the screen without really seeing anything. Half of his HUD was occupied with error notifications and temperature increases, as well as his pump regulator accelerating. The other half was occupied with romantic manoeuvres and tips he could execute to take a further step in their relationship. He decided to try one of the most used and well reviewed tactics: the arm stretching behind the couch. 

On the count of three, because he needed a mental kick from himself to move, Connor slowly nudged his shoulder, making Ona hum. She lifted her head, and Connor almost regretted moving because it meant she was no longer touching him, wasn’t letting her soft cheek press against his perfectly ironed shirt and— but it was for a good reason, he told himself. Connor lifted his arm, trying to ignore Ona’s questioning look, and made as if he stretched it as humans do after having a limb locked on a particular position for too long. 

“You should have told me you were uncomfortable, bobo.” Ona mumbled, shifting into a new position. 

“No!” Ona looked back at him, startled at his outburst. Connor mentally kicked himself. “No, uh. I’m okay. I, uh…” Ona frowned, Connor didn’t stutter. The android decided to finish executing his move. Carefully, he let his arm fall and curl on Ona’s shoulder, making her head rest on it. “I thought you would be more comfortable like this.”

He made it. Connor made it. He executed it perfectly, as expected from an android. 

Ona smiled, an “awww” escaping her lips, being touched by Connor’s concern. She snuggled further, pulling the blanket up and making a cocoon with both of them inside. One of her hands rested on his chest. 

Connor was a wreck. 

For Connor, Ona felt as if she fit right there, in his arms, as if he had been perfectly designed to fit her body. It was a silly thought, but it made Connor giddy. Ona was warm, she was a comfortable weight against his own body, and he quite liked the feeling of it. He could get used to it.

Both human and android resumed watching the sci-fi classic, Connor still processing what just happened. Deviancy was new, deviancy was scary, but with Ona, Hank and the Jericho crew next to him, it was a less frightening journey. Deep in his thoughts, Connor didn’t notice a slight tugging at his tie. Looking down, he saw Ona’s hand tugging at it with a displeased frown.

“Aren’t you suffocating with this?” Connor looked at the perfectly made windsor knot, apparently offending Ona’s standards of ‘comfy movie night’.

“I can’t suffocate–”

“Shush, you know what I mean!” Ona teased him, flicking the silky end. “It looks a little bit constricting for a pajama-ish movie night, don’t you think?” Connor considered her reasoning and she surely had more experience in such matters than him, anyways. Maybe he should listen for once. “C’mon, loosen up a bit! You can relax here.” Connor was the opposite of relaxed, having her so close and being so carefree with her touch. But, maybe he should really give it a shot.

“Well, I suppose I could... try.” 

Ona grinned, not caring to hide how pleased she was that Connor both listened to her and tried to loosen up as she suggested. The twinkle in her eyes spurred Connor into action. He sat up, efficiently undoing the knot. The android folded the tie and left it on top of the table, Ona snorting at the mannerisms he couldn’t shake off. Feeling daring, Connor unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He looked back at her in time to see her roll her eyes and slightly shake her head.

“No no no! That’s not loosening up! We are not in the Victorian period and you are not a victorian lady showing an ankle, bobo!” Ona sat up and inched closer to Connor, not giving him time to react when she grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned a few more buttons, pleased at the hint of a collarbone. Connor’s pump rhythm skyrocketed. “There, much better!”

Connor could count every tiny freckle on her skin, being as close as she was, and he could also see the hint of gold in her beautiful olive green eyes. He wanted to say thank you, but got lost in her gaze. 

Ona patted his chest, smiling once more before shifting into her previous position, but this time much closer with her head propped up fully on his shoulder and her hand resting on his clothed chest. Her weight was comfortable, he liked it, and unconsciously he let his arm fall once again and curl around her, pulling her slightly closer. Ona sighed contentedly, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder.

They settled for a comfortable silence, enjoying the movie. Connor liked when Ona giggled at some parts of it, made tiny commentaries and got excited when her favourite scenes came on. He also liked how her curls tickled his now more exposed skin, whenever she laughed or shifted, and the warm weight of her hand on his chest. Connor had to force his artificial breathing program to not stutter or become erratic; she could not suspect of her effect on him in case she moved away at the knowledge of it. Connor thought it was selfish of him, and felt guilty of it, but he really wanted to be a bit selfish sometimes, as both Ona and Hank suggested more than once.

His pressure sensors detected a soft caress on his clothed chest. Connor ventured a look and found Ona still looking attentively at the screen, as if her thumb wasn’t mindlessly brushing Connor’s chest. Connor concentrated on the feel of it, letting himself bask in the glory of her touch. He knew what this kind of gesture meant, Connor did an extensive research on affectionate touches and their meanings, so he really allowed himself to chase that fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe, Ona wanted more.

Ona shifted again, getting more comfortable on Connor’s shoulder, and her hand didn’t move from its spot or cease its movement. In fact, it slipped slightly forward, inching near the open shirt. Connor was very aware of the spare centimetres between his naked synthskin and Ona’s hand. She kept caressing his chest with her thumb and Connor didn’t dare to move. Until his sensors picked up the movement and slight pressure of her hand moving forward. 

Connor was never prepared for the feel of her fingers on his chest, warm human skin against his synthskin. He wouldn’t know how to describe it, how wonderful and exhilarating it was, how eager it made him for more. Ona kept brushing her fingers against his chest, appearing completely oblivious of it. His hand unconsciously twitched on her shoulder, as if looking for an outlet to release everything he was bottling up in a false sense of calmness. Connor didn’t know how to proceed; all this was new, the whole world was brand new after deviating and Ona made him feel things he didn’t know the name yet.

But he liked those things. 

Ona was a comfortable weight, and he absolutely loved the tingling feeling her fingers left when they lifted off his skin. It sent the android equivalent of “shivers” down his spine, to every connector, every nook of his body. He wanted more.

A snort escaped Ona’s lips. Connor registered that a funny line happened in the movie, but he completely ignored it in favor of saving in a special folder, that he will never say it is labeled as Ona or that he has it, every stroke of her hand, every curl tickling his skin and adding more input to his already overloaded connectors and sensors.

Ona’s hand ventured its way up, leaving tiny sparks of electrical fire on her trail. Her fingers brushed Connor’s collarbone, softly, as if Ona didn’t want to spook Connor with her boldness. Connor had to bite back a noise he didn’t know he was capable of doing, the sensation of her touch melting him right where he was. But it felt good, so good, to be touched like this. Connor unconsciously bit his lip.

Connor didn’t see the glint in Ona’s eyes. In another situation, like catching a perp, Connor would know that glint meant Ona was determined and even dangerous; once she put her attention on something, she would chase it off like a lioness. Right now, Connor was her prey.

Ona shifted once again, her fingers leaving a trail up his neck. Her fingernails lightly scraped Connor’s synthskin, as if on accident, and he couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped his lips. He was too focused on the pleasant feeling of her touch to notice her leaning into him. Connor would never, ever, be ready for the exhilarating feel of her soft lips kissing his neck so tenderly. His hand squeezed Ona’s shoulder, wanting to melt right there as she kept peppering Connor’s synthskin with tiny butterfly kisses. He was so scared to move, to do something wrong and probably tear Ona from this haze. When her lips brushed his jawline Connor let out a breathy pant.

Connor’s HUD was suddenly invaded by warnings and alerts, programs initiating that he was not aware he had them installed. His temperature was rising and pop-ups kept coming. It was more than obvious that Ona had other plans in mind than watch a movie. Is this what humans really meant with the “Netflix and chill” saying, used a long time ago? But more importantly, Ona wanted to do… intimate things, with him? She didn’t mind he was not human? Given the enthusiasm, no, she didn’t mind at all.

Ona tugged slightly aside the collar of Connor’s shirt, giving her more room and more of Connor’s synthskin to kiss. She couldn’t resist temptation and lightly nibbled where his neck met his shoulder. 

“Ah!” Connor arched his back, closing his eyes at the onslaught of sensations running through his very wires. Ona unglued herself from his body, making Connor want to whine at the lack of her warmth and weight against his body. 

“Shit, sorry.” Ona’s voice seemed panicked for a moment. “Fuck. Joder. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” 

Connor opened his eyes and tried to focus on her lovely, very flushed face. Her pupils were blown out, almost eating her beautiful green irises, and her lips were redder than usual, something Connor would never get tired from looking at. 

“I went too far, didn’t I?” Ona covered her face in shame with her hands, groaning. 

He wanted to say so much, but even if he had 300 languages at his disposal, Connor was unable to find the words he needed to express himself with.

“I…” could he convey what he felt through his eyes? Would Ona catch the need in them?

“Do you... do you want to go or...?” Guess not. Ona sat back, twisting one of her curls on her finger, something Connor noticed she did when she was nervous. Connor closed his eyes, frustrated. 

This was the chance he wanted after all this time of pining after the tiny human detective that made his pump skip its perfect rhythm.

It was now or never. Connor turned to face her, nervous. He lifted his hands and felt his fingers twitch, as if they exactly knew the meaning behind his intentions. Connor made Ona turn her head to face him, holding her in place. For once, Connor stopped thinking and decided to let his heart act. 

Connor crashed his lips against hers. 

Ona let out a surprised noise, but was happy she didn’t scare Connor off, and let him do as he wanted. His lips were soft, and somehow Ona expected them to be a bit more stiff and cold, but they felt like they belonged there, with hers, warm and pliant. She let Connor take his time, have his sweet first kiss at his pace and liking, chaste and innocent, but even if she wanted to be there like this for the rest of her life, she needed to breathe. 

Breathing through her nose made Connor remember that humans needed oxygen, and that he was depriving his precious detective of it. Embarrassed, Connor parted from her lips with a million sorry’s ready to spill from his own, chastiting himself for not thinking about it. See? This is what happens when he doesn’t think, and now Ona–

Connor found his thoughts halted once again when Ona kissed him back, crawling on his lap to have a better angle. She let her weight rest on him, liking how well her body fit with his. Connor let his hands rest on her waist, not knowing where to put them exactly. Since his mind was occupied right now, he let them wander as they liked. Ona didn’t mind one bit. 

Wanting more, Ona lightly bit Connor’s bottom lip to make him gasp at the feeling and open his mouth. She took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, letting her tongue touch Connor’s as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him flush with her body. Ona was careful, slow, letting Connor get used to it, verging on sweet. Connor didn’t know if it was in some code ingrained deep in him, or the salty taste of her tongue due to the popcorn she ate before, but it felt divine. 

Thinking about the extensive research Connor did, preparing himself for the day this exact moment happened, he decided to put in motion one of the things he saw and read about. One of his hands went to cup the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her white curls. The other one wrapped itself around her, securing the manoeuvre. He read about the intimacy of kisses, of bodies touching, tongues dancing with each other and the sweet noises that fueled the passion. He also watched videos trying to educate himself on the matter and thinking about him and the detective in such situations, going as far as having reconstructions in his mind that rendered him a blushing mess and his LED a permanent red. He wanted it. He wanted it so much. Nothing he watched compared to the reality of this moment. 

Adding a little bit of pressure, Connor made Ona turn her head more to the side so he could properly deepen the kiss. Ona’s muffled moan made his core temperature rise, and he inhaled fresh air to try to cool his body. His other hand descended from her back, brushing the hem of her sweatpants, and let it rest on her buttock. Connor unconsciously squeezed it, making Ona arch into him and gasp in between sloppy kisses. Ona made a mess of Connor’s neatly styled hair, and honestly he couldn’t give a damn about it. 

Connor felt a change in Ona’s movements, and he frowned, not pleased at having to stop. 

“Wait— Conn— Hmpf!“ Ona abruptly tried to stop the kiss, untangling herself from him and trying to mumble words in between kisses. Connor chased her lips until he felt her fingers stop him. 

Connor felt like ice-cold water fell on him, freezing the poor android on the spot. Did he misread the situation? Did Ona not want this anymore? Did he go too far? Did he—?

“Wait. Connor,” Ona took a deep breath to gather her wits. This had been amazing and she needed more, but she needed to ask him something first. “Wait— no, don’t give me that look, let me explain. I… You did nothing wrong, if that’s what you are asking yourself, quite the contrary. I loved this, I longed for this, but I want to know if you want it too.”

“If I want it too? Kissing you back hasn’t proved it enough to—” Connor didn’t understand. He liked her, he kissed her, maybe he didn’t do it enough to prove his point?

“I don’t want to force anything on you, Connor! I want you to want this as much as I do, but I don’t want to force you or coerce you into wanting this. I don’t want to screw it up. I really, really like you. And I really want to know if you want this—“

Connor reached for her hands, squeezing them in his. 

“You really don’t know how many times I dreamed of this, of you. I always wondered how your lips would feel, or your touch.” Connor felt daring and bold. This was his chance. “I want you, Ona. I want this. And if we don’t go back to this wonderful human thing called kissing, I’ll—“

Ona let out a relieved laugh. Connor tugged her back to him, urged Ona to sit on his lap as she was doing before. Connor held her face in his hands, touching his forehead with hers. 

“This whole... deviant thing is new and scary. Feelings are scary, but… I want to explore them with you. Good and bad.” Connor’s voice was low and soft, as if he didn’t want to break their little bubble.

“Then… let’s take it slow.” 

Ona pressed her lips against Connor’s again, softly, letting the sweetness of the moment dictate the pace they wanted to follow. The movie kept playing in the background, completely forgotten.

Connor let his hands descend Ona’s body, as if he was mapping once again her figure, trying to save it in his memory forever. It always mesmerised Connor how soft and squishy humans could be, and he let himself squeeze his hands against her flesh once again, relishing the thrilling sensation of having his hands so full.

That elicited a low moan from Ona, who in return slowly rocked her hips against Connor’s. The android let out a groan himself, getting a hold of her hips and pushing her down against him again. It felt so good, the pressure sending sparks all over his body, and he couldn't wait to learn more about this wonderful human thing called makeouts. Connor wasn’t stupid, he did his research and he knew humans and sex had a tight relationship, although it wouldn’t be good to generalise since what made humans so unique and beautiful, was the diversity in their race. But still, he wanted to explore it with Ona if she wanted to, and right now he couldn’t be thanking RA9 more than he was right now for letting this happen.

Ona felt like taking things up a notch, and she loved the reaction she got out of Connor the first time –despite her momentum of panic–, so she broke the kiss to brush her lips against his jaw, nuzzling her nose against his neck. Ona felt Connor’s artificial breath stutter in its impeccable rhythm, and was delighted to see how Connor bared his neck to her. Ona wasted no time, peppering the exposed synthskin with slow and wet kisses, while she kept grinding her hips against him. Feeling his excitement only fueled her own more. 

Her hands busied themselves with the remaining buttons of Connor’s shirt, impatient to have his chest and torso fully exposed for her to see and touch. Having the always impeccably dressed android under her, all sense of decorum and propriety gone, gave Ona a rush nothing else could give her. Ona bit her lip once her work was done and could gaze at her prize. He was delightful, beautiful, truly a work of art. Connor’s flushed cheeks and red, shiny lips made her feel herself clench, desperate to have something fill her.

Connor’s irises were engulfed by his pupils, lust coating them, and Ona marveled at how expressive his eyes were. Connor had always been a quick learner, though, and he could see how much Ona needed to be touched right now. His hands reached the hem of her sweatpants again, and this time he didn’t pass the opportunity to get his hands inside them, feeling the soft fabric of her underwear slid under his fingertips. It was Ona’s turn to close her eyes and let out a shaky exhale, eager to see what Connor would do this time. A soft gasp escaped her lips when Connor got his hands inside her underwear too, feeling his fingers on her burning skin. He squeezed the flesh of her buttocks in his hands, feeling the fullness of it. Ona groaned, arching her back to give Connor more leverage. The android sat up while Ona was distracted, pulling her close to his body. Connor decided he wanted to do the same things Ona did to him, to make her feel as good as he did, and now that he had her neck in full display, he was going to take advantage of that.

Kissing her feverish skin was delicious, but Connor knew he was only adding more wood to the fire the moment he bit the juncture of her neck and shoulder, replicating her actions from before. The reaction was instantaneous: Ona’s moan echoed around her living room, her nails digging in Connor’s shoulders as she felt shivers run up and down her body. His tongue soothed the mark he left, kissing it as an apology, although the thought of her having a mark made by him excited Connor more than he expected. And by the looks of it, Ona didn’t mind much. Connor left a trail of kisses up her neck, reaching her jaw, and left another mark right under it.

“Ah!” Connor scored another win for himself, pleased at how the proud and self-assured detective was becoming putty in his hands. “You do not play fair, Connor. You already know one of my weak spots.” Her teasing tone made him smile, hiding it behind a kiss on her shoulder.

“I am the most advanced android detective, after all.” that made Ona laugh, leaning back to see the mirth in Connor’s eyes. His sense of humour improved greatly.

“Aren’t you a cocky android, hm?” Connor winked in response, which made Ona snort. She knew exactly how to wipe off that self-satisfied expression from Connor’s face. 

Connor knew that arched brow and mischievous smile meant trouble, but he was quite eager to find out what Ona was planning to do. She pushed him back on the sofa, his hands sliding out from under her clothes to end up getting a hold of her hips. Connor decided she looked absolutely stunning in her loose maroon t-shirt and slightly pushed down grey sweatpants. Her underwear was peeking out too, and the little visible piece of fabric made him swallow hard.

“Let’s see how cocky are you now, Mr.Detective.”

Ona’s hands descended from Connor’s shoulders to his chest, savoring the feeling of her fingertips grazing the perfectly designed muscles. Ona slowed down when she was close to his belt, teasing the belt loops, tugging them slightly. Connor’s breath hitched when her fingers skimmed over the belt buckle. His eyes were glued to her hands, watching as she undid the buckle and teased the button of his trousers. Connor let out a stuttered breath as Ona’s palm pressed against his zipper, pulled taut by his erection. 

Deciding she wanted to tease him a little bit more, Ona slipped her fingers inside Connor’s trousers, over his underwear, as he did to her before. Connor arched his back off the sofa, groaning at the feeling of Ona’s fingers grasping his clothed cock. Connor’s hands squeezed Ona’s hips, needing something to hold onto as he was blown away by the feeling of her fingers on him.

It felt amazing.

Ona took her hand out much to Connor’s dismay, a soft and breathy “no no no–” escaping his lips, followed by an “–oh” when he saw that Ona was undoing the button of his trousers and pulling the zipper down. 

“Up.” Connor got the message. He lifted his hips so Ona could push down his clothes just enough to free his aching erection from them.

Ona let out a soft moan at the sight of Connor’s cock in full display, rock hard against his belly. She felt herself clench, as if trying not to make more of a mess on her underwear as she was doing now. Ona wanted to do a lot of things right now. She wanted to push her own sweatpants and underwear down and ride him until he burned his vocal module from moaning, she wanted to get on her knees and pleasure him, feel his hands on her head as he guided her to how he liked it best, she wanted to–

They will have time to do all of that. For now, Ona wanted tonight to be for him, to discover what he liked, what it felt like. Ona looked up and was met with hungry and desperate eyes. Connor was on the verge of begging Ona to do anything, because judging by what he felt before, this was going to be even better.

Slowly, Ona trailed her finger from base to tip, pleased at the amount of wetness gathered at the head. Connor stuttered, not tearing his gaze from Ona’s own lustful ones until she did to look down again. He did the same, and the image he found would be forever stored in his memory bank, locked up in a special folder. She was smaller than him, he often marvelled at the difference between them and how her hands were shorter than his, for example, and in this exact moment he couldn’t be more delighted to see how said hand wrapped itself around his cock. He was not ready for when she moved. 

Connor cried out, throwing his head back on the sofa’s headrest. His sensors were going absolutely crazy. He felt as if fire was spreading all over his connections and he wanted more, so much more. Ona’s hand was covered in a sheer blue slick, the fluid helping her motions. The sound of it was downright sinful, and it only turned both human and android more.

Connor’s thirium pump was pounding in his chest, moaning and groaning, his interior fans fighting to keep the body temperature in check. It was getting harder as Ona started squeezing her hand when she reached the head of his cock, way more sensitive than the rest, and Connor’s hips involuntarily thrusted upwards when her other hand renewed her journey on his chest, making sure she traced his collarbone and neck.

One well placed tug made Connor keen, feeling light-headed, and unconsciously pulled Ona to his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Her hand was trapped between them, but she never ceased her movements. Ona’s curls brushed Connor’s cheek, some strands being plastered over her forehead, and Connor could feel her rapid breaths tickling his ear. 

Connor, in a moment of clarity and feeling a tad bold, had an idea. He still doesn’t know how he managed to tear one of his hands apart from Ona’s body, but he had to make Ona feel as good as him. He was no stranger to human anatomy, and even less human genitalia, so he knew what he had to do in Ona’s case. He sneaked a hand inside the front of her sweatpants and underwear, feeling her smooth skin until he found her mound. Connor didn’t stop there, he kept going until his fingers brushed her soaked wet clit. Her hitched breath was music for his audio modules.

“Connor–!” Ona jolted, arching her back and gasping, melting his name into a moan. 

Connor decided, right in that moment, that his name never sounded so divine before. The sensors on his fingers picked up the generous amounts of wetness gathered in them, and Connor had the urge to taste it. But that was something for later, now he had more important matters in his hands. 

Recalling all the information he previously searched, Connor let his fingers be completely soaked in Ona’s juices, knowing it would make the glide smoother. Her folds were soft to his touch, velvety, and Connor loved the feel of it. Her heavy breaths and moans on his ear spurred him to keep going, to trace every inch of her sex, to tease her entrance with his finger pads. Connor’s other hand released his hold on Ona’s hip, moving it up to brush her nape and bury itself on her hair. Ona reacted to his touch, raising her head from Connor’s shoulder to took at him. Her lips were shining bright, reddened from worrying them with her teeth, and Connor felt the urge to kiss them again. 

So he did, swallowing Ona’s moan as Connor got his middle and ring finger inside her, feeling her walls pulse around him, burning. Ona had to stop pumping her hand, needing a moment to gather her wits as Connor moved his fingers in and out of her, his thumb finding Ona’s clit and rubbing it slowly, almost lazily, which drove Ona mad with pleasure. When Ona renewed her movements, gripping Connor’s cock harder, the android groaned and bit Ona’s bottom lip, getting his tongue inside as she did earlier. Connor felt a gush of slick tickle down his hand, and it only excited him more to know it was because of him.

Having his sensors overloaded continuously from the new and pleasurable sensations, Connor had a feeling this would crest soon. He was tempted to cut out the process of it so it would last longer, all night if possible, but he desperately needed to find his release. He felt like a spring fiercely recoiled, ready to snap at any given moment, and Ona’s tiny moans and gasps of his name as she rocked herself on his fingers only catapulted him into it. He had a feeling Ona was close too.

But oh, that felt so good. He doesn’t exactly know what Ona did, but it felt amazing, so Connor let himself be drowned in it, thrusting his hips up at the same time as Ona to pulled down her hand. He was close, so close, so–

“Ona, I’m– I think I’ll– Ah!”

Connor came all over Ona’s hand and his belly with a jerk of his hips, throwing his head back into the sofa as he let the shockwaves consume him whole. In the process, Connor unconsciously pulled on Ona’s hair, needing to grip onto something, and with a brush of his thumb on her clit Ona came right after him, blessing Connor with a mixture of spanish curse words and moans. Connor felt the tight grip on his fingers, her juices coating him even more, and the thought and feel alone made another glob of synthetic cum dribble over her.

Ona let her forehead rest on Connor’s one, panting and trying to regain her breath again. Connor mimicked her, trying to cool his body and helping his frenzied interior fans. When Ona opened her eyes, he found Connor gazing at her with such emotion behind his eyes that made Ona’s heart skip a beat. Connor’s hand was still on Ona’s back of the head, so in a moment where he just let himself follow his heart, Connor pulled Ona in for a sweet, slow kiss. When they parted, it was Ona’s time to gaze at Connor, wondering how beautiful he was right in that instant with his hair disheveled and a blush on his cheeks.

The ending fanfare of the movie credits made her trance break, noticing Connor’s sticky release in her hand beginning to cool. Ona released her hold on Connor’s cock, raising her hand to her face so she could inspect it closer. Connor sheepishly did the same, trying to ignore the squelching sound of his fingers getting out of her and how his own cock twitched in response. Connor knew he could stop the refractory period too, ready to go for another round until he ran out of thirium and had to enter into stasis, but he had a feeling Ona wouldn’t appreciate that. Instead, he inspected Ona’s own cum on his fingers, the fluid sticking to his fingers too. 

Connor swore he didn’t mean to, it was a completely unconscious decision, but he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her. A soft giggle made him look up, his cheeks burning out of shame.

“That is so… you.” Ona’s warm smile made Connor know she was not teasing him or angry. It was genuine. She made a conscious effort to inspect her own fingers, coated with the blueish fluid on them. Connor made a move to stop her, feeling suddenly embarrassed of it, but he wasn’t quick enough to stop her. Ona’s tongue peeked from her mouth, licking one finger. She hummed, followed by a snort when Connor’s voice module did an undignified noise at the sight of it. “I thought it would taste… plastic-ish. It’s actually not bad.”

“...Synthetic ejaculate can have different flavours, if desired.” Connor will never know what triggered that piece of information to appear on his HUD, and what made him say it, but Ona’s open-hearted laugh was worth it.

“Put a sweet, chocolate-ish flavour in, and you will have me all day on my knees and you know it.” Ona turned around just enough to grab tissues from the coffee table, wiping her hand clean, as if she had just commented on the weather. 

Connor was suddenly assaulted by reconstructions of what Ona just said, rendering him to a violently spinning red LED and his blush program glitching, making his cheeks reach a bluish glow. Ona hastily threw aside the used tissue, not caring where it went, when he noticed Connor’s state.

“Oh my God! Connor, are you okay?” Ona held Connor’s face in her hands, desperately searching for an answer in his eyes. Connor looked at her, his LED reverting back into yellow.

“There’s vanilla flavour, strawberry flavour, milk chocolate with caramel flavour–” Ona snorted, bumping her forehead with his.

“You oaf, I was worried!” Connor raised his brow as if questioning her. If he was being cocky again it meant he was okay and back to normal. Ona guilty looked to the side.“...milk chocolate with caramel.”

Connor smiled. Ona shook her head, smiling too, as she turned around again to pick up more tissues for Connor.

“Let’s clean you up.” Connor kept smiling, feeling dazed with happiness, as he let Ona do as she pleased. Once clean, Connor pushed and fastened his trousers and belt, as Ona mourningly buttoned his shirt.

Ona stood up once finished, her face twisting into a grimace as she felt the cold and sticky mess in her panties. She looked down, trying not to worsen it by moving too much.

“...And I need new underwear.”

Connor stood up with her, eagerness coating his movements and voice.

“Let me help you with that.”

#dbh #detroit become human #rk800 #rk800 x oc #canonverse #mius writes #smut #ask #anon

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A scenario where the GoM's respective gf is a die-hard-fan of a kpop group ((you can decide which group you want to write, but I personally fangirling over BTS and EXO ฅ'ω'ฅ)) and the boys being jealous when she's paying more attention to the group, especially they're having their comeback. Bonus if the GoM snapped and desperately ((yet successfully)) trying to revert her full attention back to them. Make it fluffy and funny, Author-san, thanks! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Wahhh! I’m sorry if I got some things wrong.. I’m not really a fan of KPOP so I did my research on BTS and EXO! Uwaah I hope you like this dear! (✿ ♥‿♥)

Thank you for requesting! 💋

♥︎ AKASHI:

“Oh god, they’re so handsome.” she squealed, watching the performance they did not too long ago.

Akashi looked up from his book to catch sight of her, who was madly fangirling over other guys.

God, he loved her so much, but wow, was he jealous. Especially since she went to his house to spend time with him. Not use his giant flat screen TV to pay attention to other boys.

“(Name), do you want anything to eat?” he stood up from his chair and made his way over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Nah.” she replied quickly. “You can go eat if you want. Let me stay here. Like wow.. seriously.. look at that move!”

Akashi sighed and glanced at what she was watching. A performance by this KPOP group named EXO. They were talented and handsome and all that, but he didn’t really get why she was that interested.

“You can watch it later.” the red head reasoned with a small smile, hoping she would give in. But she didn’t even look at him. She had her eyes glued on the performance.

“But it’s live!” she smiled widely. “Sei, if you’re that hungry, tell me you’re off to eat and I’ll follow. Right after this.”

“Oh my god, Chanyeol’s so handsome!” she exclaimed, as the camera focused on this one guy that sang and danced with expertise.

Akashi sighed and sat down next to her. He tried attempts like hold her hand, smile at her, or convince her to do something else.

God.. anything. He just wanted her to direct her attention to him. He placed a hand on her cheek.

“(Name)..” he said, his voice cold and low out of a sudden. Astonished, she turned her head and glanced at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“What do you want me to do for you to notice me?” he asked softly, combing her hair with his fingers. She blushed.

“God, Sei, stop acting like we’re not together.” she laughed awkwardly, then directed her gaze towards the screen again.

Akashi placed a hand behind her nape and without any warning, pulled her in for a kiss.

After a few seconds, she pulled away, panting. “Wow.. why did you have to do that so suddenly?” she breathed out.

Akashi stood up and pulled her wrist. “You’re going to eat with me. Now.”

“And when did you get so demanding?” she smiled playfully, but followed after him.

“I’m better than them.” he said simply.

“I never said anything about that.” she smirked, realising he was jealous. “Come on, you are better.”

“Yes. Let me show you later that I am.” he gave her a knowing look.

“Well..” she laughed.

♥︎ KISE:

“(Name)cchi! How are you? I’m tired, but I decided to drop by your house before going home!” the blonde stepped inside her lift.

She didn’t reply, and Kise found her on her phone, with earphones on and singing to some song he didn’t particularly understand.

A playful smile played on his lips as he tiptoed over to her. He opened his arms, and full of emotion, hugged her.

Or.. nothing, rather.

“Oh my god, that move though! Oh god, let me put that back..” she slides her fingers to rewind the video she was watching and widens her eyes to see her boyfriend falling face first on the couch.

“Ano.. Ryouta, what are you doing?” she asked, trying not to burst into laughter as she paused the video.

“(Name)cchi, I thought you were sick..” he frowned, standing up and fixing his hair.

She shrugged. “I feel a lot better now. I just found out that BTS is having their comeback soon! How exciting is that?”

The model pocketed his hands and rolled his eyes as she sat down to continue watching the video. “Oh.. them again.”

She ignored him and started watching the video, humming to the song as she did, not even bothering to share one of her earbuds to him.

“(Name)cchi, let’s cuddle.” Kise said, tugging on her hand. She waved her hand off to try and get him to stop.

“Not now, Ryouta.” she replied, smiling widely as a certain guy appears on the screen.

“Oh my god, he’s so handsome..” she muttered to herself, placing one hand on top of her mouth as she grinned.

For about an hour and a half, Kise watched as his girlfriend fangirled over other boys. The first few minutes, it was okay.. but as time passed, he grew impatient.

“(Name)cchi, why won’t you talk to me?” Kise whined, putting on his best adorable expression and laid his head on her lap.

She shushed him and went back to admiring the KPOP group.

He cursed under his breath.

Finally having enough of being ignored, he yanked her phone away from her grasp.

“Hey-“

She was cut off with rough pair of lips planted on hers. Kise deepened the kiss by placing his hand behind her neck, pulling her closer.

Aware of what was happening, she pulled away and looked down on the blonde. “What the actual hell?” she panted.

“Pay attention to me, (Name)cchi.” he groaned as she went for her phone again. “I miss you.”

She sighed, giving in. “Fine.. but what’s wrong with you?”

Kise sat up and narrowed his eyes. “I’m way more good-looking and talented than them.”

She shrugged. “Oh.. so you were jealous.”

“Of course I was!” he nodded.

“God, you’re such a child.” she rolled her eyes and playfully pinched his cheek. “I love you. Alright? I’ll choose you anytime.”

He smiled.

“Also, since you’re that talented..” she trailed off. “Memorise at least one dance! Just one!”

Kise blinked a few times before reality finally hits him back. “Fine! Fine, (Name)cchi, I’ll show you I’m better!”

“I never said you weren’t..”

“Give me a kiss first.” he winked at her.

She groaned, but leaned in and kissed him anyways.

Let’s just say things went on from there..

♥︎ MIDORIMA:

“Sehun is so adorable.” she lets out a dreamy sigh, watching something on her phone as Midorima sat beside her, reading his book.

He couldn’t help but take sneaky glances at the video from time to time, trying to see what she was so interested in.

“Be more quiet, nanodayo.” he mumbled, pushing up his glasses. She turned to him, and smiled.

“Alright.” she replied, putting her earphones on and making her way to the dining room. She was quiet, but she smiling widely the whole time.

.. Seriously?

He couldn’t help but get distracted. They were celebrities.. but he didn’t like her directing her attention to other guys.

Well, maybe he was a bit of a snob, and now he wanted her to notice him. But he wanted to do it in the most not noticeable-way possible.

“Oi, let’s go out.” he said, standing up from the couch and placing his book on the table.

She didn’t even look up, and was trying to sustain her squeals and laughs as she repeats this one part of the video over and over again.

Midorima stood there for a while, tapping his fingers on the table, expecting her to look up, but she didn’t.

She finished video after video. He couldn’t help but scoff on how attracted she was.

“Oh my god, he’s so sweet..” she murmured to no one in particular. From Midorima’s angle, he could get a good view of what she was watching, though upside down.

A fanmeeting? Was it?

“I’m so jealous..” she frowned, placing her chin on top of her palm and held her phone higher, to the point that Midorima couldn’t even see it.

Finally having enough of not getting attention, he moved closer and wrapped his hand around her wrist. “Oi.”

She took off her earphones and looked up at him, obviously upset. “Shin-chan, why-“

She was cut off with another pair of lips planted on hers. And though surprised, she kissed back after a few seconds, running her fingers through his hair.

“Wow..” she breathed out, looking away since their kiss was pretty much the longest they had.

The megane blushed furiously and tried to hide it by pushing up his glasses. “Hurry up. Let’s go and eat.”

“Oh, so we’re going to pretend you didn’t kiss me like there’s no tomorrow?” she teased, pocketing her phone and smirking up at him.

“W-Whatever..” he responds, fixing his hair and walking back to the living room.

She rolled her eyes. “Ha. You were jealous, weren’t you?”

“No. Baka.” he said, trying to keep his calm composure.

She couldn’t help but smile. Of course he was going to try and show her he was better than them.

I mean, it’s not like he wasn’t, anyway..

♥︎ AOMINE:

“Fire!” she sang repeatedly in english. Aomine almost chocked on his water hearing her sing. He placed his glass on the table and looked over his shoulder.

“What the actual hell?” he mumbled under his breath as he watched his girlfriend do some.. funny dance moves.

“Oh my god, they dance and sing so well!” she squealed, sitting down and giggling as she watched the video.

Aomine stood up and made his way over to the couch, bored. So he watched the video with her.

He asked questions on plenty of stuff. And apparently, it either went down to her not caring, or her not hearing him because of singing so loud.

When the video was finished, he groaned and kissed her cheek. She ignored it and pressed another music video.

He looped his arms around her shoulders and started kissing her neck. She waved her hand.

“Hey, come on,” she said. “Stop.. let me watch this.” (Name) giggled, moving places and sitting on another chair.

Aomine couldn’t help but get annoyed. Did he just get rejected by his own girlfriend?

Was she more interested in those boys? Yes, well, he’s gotta admit, they were pretty talented, but it’s not like he would ever admit it out loud.

He groaned and laid down on the couch, scanning the room to try and get an idea of what to do.

“Oi, (Name),” he called.

Expectantly, she kept her attention directed to her phone and grinned to herself once in a while. “Jimin, oh my god..”

The tanned male scoffed on how snobbish she was being. Most of the time, he was patient. But right now his patience was running out.

“(Name)..” Aomine started again, now standing up and making his way over to her. She hummed in response, but didn’t look up.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He yanked her phone out of her grasp and threw it on the couch, and then he pinned her to the wall and kissed her.

After a few moments, he pulled away. “You’re still going to ignore me?”

She laughed, pushing him off of her. “I’m not ignoring you. Anyways, what were you calling me for earlier?”

“I wanted to go out.”

She cocked an eyebrow, then grabbed her bag and slung it across her shoulder. Then intertwined her hand with his.

“Well then.. come on!” she pulled.

♥︎ MURASAKIBARA:

“Tatsuya, god, aren’t they so handsome and talented?” (Name) squealed as both of them watched a music video of this KPOP group EXO.

“They are.” Himuro nodded to the beat, adjusting the earbud in his ear for more comfort.

Murasakibara watched as his two best friends had fun themselves, while he was in front of them, taking notes.

Come on, they were supposed to be studying for the exam. How did they even get to this situation? Were they just using the library’s internet?

“(Name)-chin, Muro-chin,” he started, his eyes fluttering. He was bored and sleepy. “Shouldn’t we be studying?”

Himuro nodded and took off his earbud, becoming more aware. “Ah, you’re right, Atsushi. (Name)-chan, I’m gonna start studying now, okay?”

“Mhm.” she replied, putting the other earbud back on and hummed to the song.

After a while, Himuro stood up. “Atsushi, let me find some books to base my answers on. I’ll be back.” he excused, then went off with his notes.

He was having a hard time with Math. So he looked up from his notes and said: “(Name)-chin, help me.”

Apparently, (Name) was too busy fangirling over this guy named Suho. Not only was she smiling and giggling, but she was also singing along whenever it was his part.

“(Name)-chin.” he frowned, wrapping his hand around her wrist. (Name) waved his hand off and leaned on her chair.

He pouted, a bit annoyed on the lack of attention she was giving him.

“Call me baby..” she sang quietly, aware that she was in the library but nonetheless didn’t seem to care about other people’s stares.

Murasakibara rested his chin on top of his palm and watched her as she watched some videos of her favourite KPOP band.

“(Name)-chin..” he whined, his chin now resting on the table as he tugged on her sleeve.

She laughed softly and ignored him.

The tall male couldn’t stand it anymore. He lets out a heavy sigh, and despite being tired, he stood up and inched his face closer, moving her hand so she could see him.

“What now, Atsushi-“

She was cut off with him roughly kissing her. It went on for a while, and even Himuro saw it. He backed up until he was hiding in the shelves.

Murasakibara pulled away. “Stop ignoring me.”

She sighed, smiling. “What do you want?”

He pointed to his lips again. “You.”

“Shouldn’t you two be studying?” Himuro chuckled, placing about 8 books on the table. “Here. I got you some useful books.”

“Oh well.” she ran her fingers through her hair. “I guess I gotta start tutoring the both of you now. God.”

“And pay more attention to me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” she waved her hand. “But don’t blame me when if I take a while to reply to your messages. You’d know what I’m up to.”

“Count me in on the streaming part.” Himuro butted in.

“Got it.”

#Akashi Seijuro #Kise Ryouta #Midorima Shintarou #Aomine Daiki #Murasakibara Atsushi #GOM #Generation of Miracles #KNB #Kuroko no Basket