#I'm sorry if he looks weird I didn't pull up a reference until I needed to know his tie length

[sk1llz-heeler]

Gustavo moment (New pencils)

[nightwngz]

Part 2 of older pls 🙏

YOUNG !

damian wayne x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . drabble smut. porn without plot. dirty talk and fingering.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . I'm so happy to give you all a part two of the first one shot I posted on this blog. Hope you like it. <3

Damian was the youngest of the family. He had grown up, but everyone still made jokes or references to being the youngest. You had the idea to join in the joke and he didn't like it. Now you were a victim of the consequences of teasing him.

He sharpened his katana from the comfortable chair in the room. He looked dangerous, not so much because he had a sharp weapon in his hands, but because of that look he always had, capable of destroying anyone.

— Are you here to continue telling jokes? — he asked.

You wondered how he could sense your presence in the vast room when your back was turned and you had not made any sound that would reveal your presence.

— I came to apologize.

He turned to look at you. Deep down, you had the idea that he knew you were only apologizing to get something from him and not so much because you were interested in keeping your relationship peaceful.

— I listen.

You walked a few steps further into the room. It was almost dark, and the sun was barely shining through the curtains, so your whole room looked almost dark.

You looked at him with an expression of redemption. Damian thought it was that victim look he always saw you with. Like a helpless little animal longing for warmth.

— I was wrong to make that joke about you, and I'm really sorry, but Damian... I need you. — You said, but were interrupted when you noticed that he had pulled you onto his hips and placed you on his lap.

He made you turn your neck until you could meet his intense green eyes. His breath collided with your face and his hands ran down your thighs until he carefully lifted your skirt, revealing your underwear.

— It was the only thing I wanted to hear, beloved.

His hands ripped off your panties in one fell swoop, leaving you with nothing to protect yourself. Even though your skirt was still on, you could feel your pussy rubbing against the scratchy fabric of his jeans.

He moved closer to you, so close that your lips could almost brush against his. He had never kissed you before, so you couldn't help but think that this was something special.

His finger slid through every crease of your already wet pussy. He sank into your wetness, sliding in as he tried to stroke you. Without thinking, he squeezed your clit, causing you to jump up and down on his lap from the shock.

— Do you like it? — he asked quietly. — Do you know how easy it was? I can make you feel so good. It's easy for me to reward those who behave.

You began to moan in his ear. It was the most beautiful sound Damian had ever heard. No matter that you were someone who liked to participate in his brothers' pranks, having you like this made him feel full.

He kissed your lips. You would never have thought that Damian's way of kissing would be so passionate and romantic, as if he was protecting you from all the evils of the world with a simple kiss. Suddenly, everything intensified and he began to take your lips with such force that it seemed he loved and hated you at the same time.

His fingers caressed your hole with barely perceptible delicacy. Going to the most pleasurable place inside you, stroking that spot inside you that could make you delirious with pleasure.

— Your apology is worthless. — He said. — You don't want to apologize to me, you just want this from me. But I have been too mean to you lately, don't you think, my beloved?

[lesbojournals]

Three's A Crowd (Stucky x Reader)

Nobody at the Avengers compound knew about you, Steve, and Bucky. In fact, not even Bucky and Steve knew you were seeing them both. To be fair, you started your…situationship with them both on the terms that it wasn’t just them you were seeing, and that you weren’t ready to commit to a relationship yet.

It’s just that neither of them knew who was the other you were referring to. Or so you thought.

The night started like any other, you were in your sweats and a tank (your usual pajamas) in the kitchen making a bowl of ice cream for yourself. You added some whipped cream to your dessert and nearly jumped out of your sweatpants when a pair of hands met you from behind.

“How’s it going babygirl?” Bucky teased you, taking your spoon and eating some of your ice cream.

You jokingly scoffed, taking the spoon back. “Get your own ice cream, Buck.”

“What’s this I hear about ice cream?” Someone called, and that’s when the smile on your face was wiped clean off.

Steve entered the room, joyfully at first, until he made sight of Bucky’s hands around your waist. His eyes turned dark and he looked at Bucky, who just smirked back.

“So…” He started. “This is who you’ve been seeing.”

You pulled yourself out of Bucky’s arms. “I can explain-”

“No need.” Bucky interrupted. “We’ll be in my room.”

And with that note Bucky walked away from you and towards Steve, giving him a painstakingly long kiss before dragging him off and away from the kitchen.

The whole event shocked you so much you didn’t even notice you’d been making an “o” face, AND had dropped your spoon on the floor.

Your mind was swimming with questions, and without even thinking about your ice cream you left it behind, practically running to Bucky’s room.

“What’s going on?” You demanded as you entered, walking in on Steve and Bucky in a beautifully posed make out session.

Bucky had a small smile and Steve smirked at you.

“What do you mean, beautiful?” Steve asked.

You stammered as you came up with what to say next, the “guns blazing” technique not working to the best of its abilities. “Did you both know this whole time? Were you playing some weird twisted game on me? Are you two dating? Literally Steve, tell me, what’s going on?”

“Well,” Bucky spoke first, sitting up. He caused the blanket to shift down, making you just now realize they were both shirtless. “We kinda figured it out ourselves from the beginning–you weren't being very slick. Thought confronting you about it should come organically.”

Steve added to his comments. “Plus, we'd always been seeing each other. Hard to believe you hadn't noticed.”

“We thought you were just teasing us–” Bucky continued. “...turns out you're just a little lacking in observation.”

It was like a quick montage of moments between both Steve and Bucky flashed before your eyes. The wistful glances, the long touches, the soft smiles.

“Oh.” You were shocked by your own obliviousness. Had it really been that obvious? “I…I uh…I'm sorry.”

“What're you apologizing for beautiful?” Steve cocked his head to the side, almost daring you to look at the hickeys Bucky had clearly left behind.

You looked down at the ground, blush rising to your ears. “I shouldn't have been messing with you guys if you're a couple. I should've realized sooner.”

“Don't be stupid.” Bucky quipped. “You think either of us would have gotten with you if we didn't want to?”

“I…I don't understand.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “We want you to join us. Be with us. Romantically.”

Steve rushed to add more. “You don't have to say yes if you don't want to. Don't feel pressured. But just know that the option is out there.”

You took a deep breath. “Yea I…I think I'd like that.”

[lucy90712]

Birthday twins- Pablo Gavi

A/n: for reference my birthday isn’t the same as Gavi’s but it is later this month and that’s close enough for me 

For once there was no alarm to wake me up, on a weekday my alarm wakes me up for work or for class and on a weekend Pablo's alarm is on for training or games. Today however we have nothing to get up for which is so nice because it's our birthday. Somehow I managed to find myself a really nice and loving boyfriend who happens to share the exact same birthday as me. When we first found this out we didn't believe it but once we proved when our birthdays were all we could do was laugh because what are the chances of that. As soon as our friends found out they started calling us twins which we absolutely hated at first but we've got used to it now and it's kind of an inside joke.

As I opened my eyes I saw Pablo with his eyes still closed and his hair in his face like it always is after he's been asleep. We went to sleep cuddling but now his arm is just loosely draped over my waist and our legs were all intertwined. I moved his hair from his forehead gently trying not to wake him but he started to stir as soon as I touched his hair. His eyes began to flutter open but it took a few seconds before he opened them properly and then another few getting his bearings but as soon as he did he smiled and leaned in to kiss me. 

"I'm sorry I woke you" I whispered not wanting to talk too loudly this early in the morning 

"It's ok I get to see your pretty face now I'm awake" he smiled 

"Now your awake I can say happy birthday" I said 

"Thank you happy birthday to you too" he said 

I thanked him while he wrapped his arm properly around my waist and pulled me closer to him so we could cuddle properly. We don't get to cuddle in the morning very often as we are both so busy in the mornings so it's really nice to have a slower start to the day. We did absolutely nothing for a good while we didn't touch our phones and we didn't say anything we just laid there together while Pablo played with my hair and I ran my fingers up and down his arm. Eventually we had to get on with our day but before we did that all we had to do was exchange a look before Pablo picked up his phone and went to order from our favourite place for breakfast. As soon as it arrived Pablo ran downstairs and got the food to bring straight back upstairs so we could eat in bed which we usually don't do but today's a special occasion so it's ok. 

After breakfast we both got dressed for the day as our friends have told us we need to be out the house for a few hours so we have to find something to do all day until we are allowed back after they've done whatever they've got planned. Pablo got ready before me so I thought I'd wear and dress that sort of matches what he's wearing as if people are going to call us twins all day we may as well look like twins plus it will look good if we want to take pictures. I also wanted to wear the necklace Pablo got me last year with our birthstone on it but I couldn't do the clasp on my own so I had to get Pablo to do it. He happily did it while pressing a kiss to the back of my neck because he'll kiss my neck any chance he gets, if neck kisses were a love language that would definitely be his love language. 

Just as we got our shoes on my best friend and Fermin arrived to start setting up whatever they have planned so they ushered us out before locking the door behind us. It feels so weird to be leaving other people in the house without us and to not have any house keys as we left those with our friends. Pablo suggested to go on a walk to the beach so that's what we did the walk from his place to the beach is a really nice walk and I do it by myself all the time so it will be nice to bring Pablo with me. It is such a lovely day outside it's sunny but not too hot perfect for going to the beach. For the entire walk Pablo held my hand swinging our arms between us because there is no one else around and he can. We might both be 20 now but we definitely still act like children well mostly Pablo but when we are together definitely brings out my inner child which makes spending time with him so fun. 

The beach wasn't busy at all despite the weather but it is quite a private beach which isn't easily accessible so that makes it quieter in general which is why I love going there. We walked along the sand to find the quietest spot where we chose to sit and just enjoy the weather and listen to the waves crashing against the shore. One of our first dates was at this very beach Pablo made a picnic for us and we stayed on the beach talking until the sun set. I think that night was the first time I realised how much I liked Pablo as we just got on so well and he made me feel so comfortable even when we hadn't known each other very long. 

"This place always reminds me of that date we went on" Pablo said 

"I was just thinking the same thing" I said 

"That might be one of my favourite dates we've been on I feel like we really got to know each other that day and I realised that I really wanted to be with you" he said 

"Thats so weird after that date I realised how much I really liked you I guess this beach is a special part of our relationship" I said 

"I guess it is although when I think about our relationship I think about the moment I knew I loved you" he said

"I don't think we've ever talked about when we first realised we were in love" I said 

"I think I knew I loved you before I really let myself think about it as I've never felt this way for someone and it was scary but it really hit me that day I picked you up from class after training and we just spent the whole day cuddling then once it got dark you dragged me outside to look at the stars and we saw a shooting star and you just got so excited it made me realise that I didn't want to experience moments like that with anyone else" Pablo explained 

"Thats so sweet I had no idea that was the moment was so special to you when I realised I loved you it just hit me that night your turned up to my apartment with flowers and snacks just because I'd had a hard week staring and doing exams it made me realise that you really cared about me and that's what made me realise I loved you" I said 

"I will always care about you I know you don't have many people that show you unconditional love but I always will" he said 

We continued to talk about our relationship and the future until we both got hungry and decided to go somewhere for lunch. The peace we had on the beach didn't last long because as soon as we got to the nearest town there was more people around some of which wanted pictures with Pablo. Somehow we managed to find a quiet restaurant where we weren't bothered at all which is always nice but it doesn't happen often. After lunch we still weren't allowed back so we decided to walk to the nearest mall which isn't too far. We started by looking at perfumes and seeing which ones smelt the best and then we found a sunglass shop and tried to find the most ridiculous sunglasses to see if we could make each other laugh. It was a lot of fun but I was glad when we got a text to say we were allowed back in half an hour so we could start to walk home. 

After walking around all day my feet were starting to hurt especially walking up the big hill on the last road before the house. To start with I was walking next to Pablo then he was sort of dragging me up the hill then he stopped and picked me up bridal style and carried me up the rest of the hill like it was nothing. He only put me down when we reached the gate to his house which we had to wait to be let through as he didn't have the key. 

Our friends greeted us at the door and put blindfolds on us which felt a bit scary in fact Pablo was so scared that he made Fermin lead me inside instead of him as he thought he'd walk him into a wall as a joke. We made it inside in one piece but it was weirdly quiet that was until our blindfolds were taken off and everyone yelled happy birthday. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light but when they did I saw that the whole place had been decorated but it had been split in half so half was decorated with my favourite colour and the other half was Pablo's. There was balloons and banners and there was even a few tables with food which had both mine and Pablo's favourite foods. 

After taking everything in we were made to sit down as our cakes were brought out as our friends had two of those made too. We blew out the candles and then we were free to celebrate with everyone. My friends dragged me away from Pablo so I could go and dance with them and they gave me the presents they got me which were all so sweet. The whole night was filled with talking and having fun with friends probably the most fun I've had on my birthday in a long time maybe the most fun I've had in general for a good few months. 

It was the early hours of the morning by the time everyone had left but Fermin and my best friend stayed to clean up so the whole place is pretty much clean apart from the left over food. It's been a long day and I know both me and Pablo were tired but we still hadn't exchanged our gifts for each other so we headed upstairs and got ready for bed before grabbing the gifts from our hiding places. I got him some new sunglasses as he wears his so much that they are completely scratched as well as a picture frame with pictures from all his big moments throughout his career as he's been talking about doing that for the last year and hasn't got round to it. He got me a couple of books from my favourite series and these beautiful matching earrings and bracelet. I have a necklace they he got me for Christmas that I wear everyday as it has a heart with our initials on and the date we got together but now I have more jewellery from him to wear everyday and remind me of him. 

I wasn’t expecting him to then hand me a card as expressing his feelings in words written or spoken isn’t his thing so I always cherish the moments where he expresses his feelings. The card was filled with the sweetest words, he told me how much he appreciates everything I do for him and how much I support him even through the hard moments and how much he loves me which is what finally made me let a few tears go. He wiped my tears and pulled me into a kiss which had the passion of all the words he’d written in the card. 

“This has been the best birthday and I’m so happy I could share it with you” he said 

“Me too hopefully we can share many more birthdays together” I said 

“Oh we will I’m not letting you go anywhere my birthday twin” he smiled

[melancholymegumi]

melody's current thoughts…💭

yandere!shindo with a girl that really , really needs to shut the fuck up.

content warning : yo’s 2 faced and he snaps , spankings , figging , neglect , reader doesn't eat food properly , belt use , shit writing it's the afternoon and I'm surviving of a granola bar , Yo is referred to as “daddy” , mentions of reader getting 'grounded', ddlg , implied yan dad bf!yo tell me if I need more warning..

Shindo’s tired. he loves you by all means, that's the whole reason he kidnapped you after all! he loves you, and never wants to let you go. But god , for fuck sakes you are a handful. He's nice, he brings you food, gives you freedom to explore the outside of the house (that is covered with trees and bodyguards, but is equipped with slides , swings and classic playground stuff.

He gets that getting kidnapped and only having access to a TV and only allowed watching shows that he approves are a bit boring, especially since all of the movies are pg 13. He's just worried for you! He doesn't want you to see all the nasty blood stuff– you're not ready. It's why he kidnapped you in the first place. But still, why can't you leave him alone or be good for one second? Eat your food. It's not hard, but because it isn't your usual food– of course you're not eating it.

Untill, he finally fucking snapped. “you know what sweetheart? You don't wanna eat? Fine. You don't wanna talk to me because you're throwing your tantrums? Good. Since you don't wanna talk, I'm not fucking talking you either. Not until you have some fucking manners and respect.” and he just walked off, slamming the door of his room shut. Don't worry, you can't escape. He has cameras everywhere afterall.

Finally, after about 2 hours he came out of his room. Familiar white-tee hovering over his body with his hair still wet, making the shirt low-key see through. You walked up to him, trying to sit next to him as he flipped through the movie on the TV. That's weird. He usually pulls you onto his lap. “daddy?” no response. That's when it hits you, he's actually ignoring you. He didn't even utter a word , pushing you back on the floor by his feet. Which made you tear up, sniffling and hugging his legs.

He's still ignoring you— what the fuck. He just kept watching the movie , not even acknowledging your existence. Not until you started apologising. “s-sorry! ‘m sorry daddy! won't be a bad girl again– please! you're being mean.” that's when he sighed, giving you relief. But you knew that's not it. there's no way he'll forgive you that easily.

Your suspicion soon came true– when he muttered under his breath, his voice pretty yet poisonous. “go in your room. I'm gonna go to the kitchen, and you're gonna go pick out a belt. I don't fucking care which one is it, if you still hasn't chose one we're gonna use the paddle. I don't want to hear any noises when I'm spanking you , got it? and after that you're going to scoot your ass to the toilet , brush your teeth and go to sleep. I'm not cuddling you tonight, since you wanna be a big girl and run your mouth. Be grateful I'm not washing your mouth out with soap.”

you , of course ran straight to your room. But there's still an unanswered question. What was he doing in the kitchen? regardless, you picked out a belt, one of the belts that probably doesn't look like it hurts the most. It's the one which he wears outside everyday , a Calvin Klein’s belt that was somehow thick and thin at the same time. He soon finally came into the room – something. “so you do know how to listen. Over my lap. C’mon.” You whined at his words — only for him to shoot you a glare, which was enough to make you shut the fuck up.

He laid you over his lap, shoving two fingers in your mouth, forcing you to gag on it. with the one hand he had left , he suddenly shoved something into your ass – it was a piece of ginger. The sudden burning and uncomfortable sensation made you squirm , trying oh, so hard to not bite his fingers– and then he suddenly spanked you.

“If you squirm, I'm hitting you with the fucking belt and that's how many days you're gonna get grounded. Start fucking counting.”

[arvensimp]

may i request a lil something with arven and reader having a cofagrigus? :)

like! arven is making sandwiches for their pokémon and the reader just goes “oh yeah! can you add some of these to one of the sandwiches?” and proceeds to give him a handful of gold nuggets. i can imagine him being so confused and having NO idea that cofagrigus eats gold

This one took me a minute, but I hope you like it!

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Pocket Things

Arven x Reader with a Cofagrigus, comedy with a hint of horror at the end (just a stranger things reference)

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You're aware that Arven is...uncomfortable with Cofagrigus. You don't blame him, really! You get it. It's kind of a weird pokemon, but you love it dearly, having raised it since it was just a little, weepy yamask. You just couldn't help but love it! The poor thing needed someone, and you were just the person to help!

So you and Cofagrigus became the best of partners.

That doesn't mean everyone else gets it though.

So you understand why Arven shies away when Cofagrigus floats a little too close or when its hands reach too far or fingers get too wriggly. The pokedex entries make it sound scary, but you know your pokemon, and you know it wouldn't hurt Arven for anything!

So, you decide to help foster a bit more of a loving relationship between the two. No matter what you tell Arven about how sweet it can be, you know he won't believe it until he sees it for himself with someone other than you.

Normally, you just feed Cofagrigus separately from the rest of the pokemon, since its eating habits are admittedly a little bizarre, but the quickest way to a pokemon's heart is through its stomach! Or, so you tell yourself.

While Arven is preparing everyone's sandwiches one day at lunch, you approach him with a heavy pocket. "Hey! Do you think you might be able to make a sandwich for Cofagrigus today?"

Arven pauses and looks to you. "Um. Yeah, sure... I didn't realize it ate? I'm sorry. I would have been feeding it this whole time if I'd known?"

"Oh, it does!" You laugh. "It's just a little different. Here!" You reach into your pocket and heft out a decent chunk of tiny golden nuggets. "Just add these to its sandwich. That's really all it eats anyway."

Arven takes the gold from you incredulously. "Are... Are you serious?"

You nod, smiling wide.

"How much money has this thing eaten?"

You laugh. "How much money have you eaten?"

He sighs. "....Fair enough, I guess..."

So Arven makes the first ever golden nugget sandwich.

Cofagrigus ignores the bread, lettuce, tomato, cheese, pickle, and condiments, but it loved the nuggets!

After that it trails along after Arven more and more when you two go picnicking and traveling around. Arven, for his part, really does try to be nice. He'll confusedly pet at the coffin or try to shake one of its ghostly hands, but truth be told, he really isn't sure how best to play with the pokemon, so he mostly just lets it float around him, mussing his hair or pulling at loose threads on his clothing, as friendly ghost types usually seem wont to do.

One night, the two of you are sleeping side by side in your sleeping bags in a nice little campsite when Cofagrigus decides it no longer wants to be in its ball. It goes and perches itself near Arven, poking him to wakefulness.

"Hm...? Wha?" He opens his eyes. "No, Cofagrigus. Not now, I don't have any gold..."

Cofagrigus pulls on him a bit, dragging him in his sleeping bag. Arven's eyes go wider, and he looks to you, fast asleep.

"Uh... Buddy, wake up... I don't like this."

You're still asleep. Cofagrigus, eyes unmoving and unblinking, seems to be dragging Arven somewhere further away, and he can't get out of his sleeping bag.

"Buddy, wake up!" He says louder. "Hey, hello! Time to wake up! Can you hear me? Wake up, buddy!" He looks back to Cofagrigus. "I don't like this!" Then he calls again to you. "Buddy, wake up!"

[itsfeckinwimdy]

George Russell is the type of guy-

(Fluff Alphabet)

George Russell x Reader

Reader Pronouns: n/a

Word count: 1.9k (1994 words)

Tree Speaks: I got dared to start every section with "George Russell is the type of guy-" and to only refer to him as "George Russell" so I'm dreadfully sorry for what you are about to read.

and jesus fucking christ you lot, you ate up the last grussell post- anyways, more grussell content to come, and possibly more Norris, Lewis and Seb, depending on what the people want. Also, do you want another one of these for a different driver?

F1 Masterlist

Published: 14/01/2023

A = Attention (How much attention do they pay to you? And how much attention do they require?)

George Russell is the type of guy who is constantly paying attention to everything that you do. He is enamoured with you and thus finds himself watching everything you do.

On the other hand, he's like a golden retriever. He needs to know that your watching what he does and paying attention to him every time you're in the same room or in close vicinity. He craves your attention and gets really proud when he sees you watching him.

B = Before (What were they like before they asked you out?)

George Russell was the type of guy who was stressing over everything before he eventually asked you out. Sitting reasonably close to you, his heart started racing and he had to carefully plan his every movement to not make you feel uncomfortable. You grab and hold his hand? Play it cool George Russell, play it cool, this is what normal people do, don't make it weird. It even got to the point where he would get stuck in his own head and wouldn't even realise you were speaking to him.

C = Comfort (How would they help their partner when they feel down/have a panic attack? Etc.)

George Russell is the type of guy who gives the best hugs. Yes, he looks like a toothpick in his outfits, but the boy has muscle and some squish to his beanpole self. Will he check you're okay with being hugged? Absolutely. Will he undoubtedly pull you into his arms when he senses your upset? Of fucking course he will. No crying whilst he's around, Mr Satudray will not allow it. Unless of course you genuinely need a good cry over something then he is sitting right next to you handing you tissue after tissue.

D = Dreams (Do they picture their future with you? If so, is there anything specific they want?)

George Russell is the type of guy who knows exactly what he wants in his future. Does he know it down to the minuscule detail? No, he does not. But does it include yes? Yes, it does.

He wants the mornings when he wakes up in bed next to you. He wants the late nights when the two of you are absolutely shattered but can't help but stay awake to talk to the other.

He wants it all.

E = Everything (You are my ___ e.g. my life, my world?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would call you a piece of fruit in what he would think is a romantic way.

"You are the apples to my oranges" he would say to you, even though apples and oranges are completely different and the only correlation that they have between them is that they are both fruits.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

George Russell was the type of guy who didn't realise he was in love with you until everyone else around him pointed it out. And it wasn't even that he was denying it, he was just oblivious to acknowledging his feelings.

Did he know he liked spending time with you? Yes. Did he also like all the little things about you that he would talk about for days on end without realising until someone pointed it out? Yes. But did he realise that it was called love? No.

It took at least eight different people to point out that he was in love with you before he acknowledged that maybe he loved you and from then on it was just a roller-coaster of emotions.

G = Gifts (How do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would spoil you with gifts at every opportunity.

Would they always be expensive ones? No. But he would always be on the lookout for anything that he knows you like or stuff relating to your current interests or hobbies.

And it became a habit that he would get you something from each race weekend, even if it was a terrible one for him or you were there with him.

H = holding hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

George Russell is the type of guy who either holds your hand in his fully, the whole fingers interlocked and a moderately strong grip, or he doesn't at all.

He's not one for the "cute handholding" where couples link their pinkie fingers and say it's holding hands. It's either all or nothing.

I = Injury (How would they act if you got hurt?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would go insane or would laugh at you. You stubbed your toe on the doorframe, and he's bent over in laughter. But you get in a crash or break a bone and he is hell-bent on destroying whatever hurt you.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they show it?)

George Russell is the type of guy who gets jealous on occasion. If you're friends with other drivers then he doesn't care. But if they start flirting with you and you're seemingly oblivious to their attempts, then comes the clinginess.

K = Kiss (Do they exchange kisses often? Where do they like to kiss?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would constantly be giving you forehead kisses, or just kiss the top of your head if he can't access your face.

L = love confession (How would they confess their feelings?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would be oblivious of his feelings but everyone around would know. Since becoming teammates with him, Lewis hasn't spent a day without hearing something about you or what you're up to. Even Toto has heard many compliments about you from George, so much in fact that one day he asked the driver how his partner was only for George to be confused until realising the team principal meant.

This then led to him spiralling whilst creating a PowerPoint presentation on why he loves you.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

George Russell is the type of guy to have his favourite memory of you doing something so simple, like the time you rearranged your bookshelf and paused to read him a quote you found funny and then explain the entire backstory and plot behind it.

N = Nicknames (What do they call their partner?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would use endearingly sweet but stereotypical British nicknames for you. Ranging from the doting "Sweetheart," to the classic "Darling", to the obvious but most important "Love" used excessively.

O = On Cloud nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will not shut up about you. Before he came to the realisation that he was in love with you, Lewis, Toto, and essentially the entire Mercedes garage, and some of the Williams one, knew practically everything about you as he would not stop talking. So yes, everyone knew he was in love with you.

When it comes to expressing his feelings, George Russell will not stop until you are sick of hearing the phrase "I love you" and threaten to tape his mouth shut.

P = PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their S/O in front of others? Or are they shy to kiss/hug when others are watching? Etc.)

George Russell is the type of guy who will kiss you in front of everyone and not care. To him, everyone knew that he was in love with you before he did, so what's to harm. However, he does prefer to hold your hand at every opportunity given. And even though he sometimes looks like a bean pole, his hugs are so soft that you have actually fallen asleep in his arms before.

Q = Quality time (How do they like to spend time with you?)

George Russell is the type of guy who just likes spending time with you. Whether that's the two of you watching a movie together, going for a walk at sunset, or even sitting doing your own things in the same room. George Russell just likes to be near you.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

George Russell is the type of guy who, providing neither of you has to leave for work, will refuse to unravel from you and keep you bed-bound all day. Could the two of you be doing something productive? yes, you could. But to George Russell, rainy days are the best for sleeping in and cuddling under the warmth of the duvet.

S = Smile (What makes them smile without fail?)

George Russell is the type of guy who just thinking about you brings a smile to his face.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will talk about anything and everything. It doesn't matter what the topic is, but get him started on something he knows even the smallest bit about, then you will never get him to be quiet again.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

George Russell is the type of guy who knows you so well and how to offer comfort. He's been your friend for years. If there's one thing he knows how to do, then it's comfort you when you're upset.

V = Valuable (How much do they spend on their partner? Do they choose to spoil them with expensive stuff? Etc.)

George Russell is the type of guy who would collect a souvenir from each race he attends to gift you, even if you are there with him. He used to get you expensive stuff quite a lot until he realised how much you would cherish the smaller less valuable gifts. A fridge magnet of your favourite plant was one of your favourite gifts which in turn sparked the realisation in him. But that's not to say he doesn't get you something expensive occasionally.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon?)

George Russell is the type of guy who would second guess every message he sends you until you reply back to him. At first, he's like, yep, that's alright, and then after about thirty seconds he begins panicking and wondering what your response is going to be. It doesn't matter what message he's sent you, whether it's asking if you're still awake, or a simple 'I love you', he cannot rest until he gets a reply.

X = XOXO (Are they very affectionate?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will not stop showering you with affection. He's constantly giving you compliments, pulling you into his arms so he can hold you and peppering your face with sweet kisses. It took him a good while to work out that he loved you and now he's going to make sure that you're aware of it.

Y = Yearning (How will they cope when they're missing their partner?)

George Russell is the type of guy who will not stop mentioning how much he misses you. He messages you whenever he can and it's gotten to the point that Toto dreads the weekends that you're not there as it means he has to listen to George Russell talk about how much he misses you.

Z = ZZzzzz (How heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep?)

George Russell is the type of guy that trying to rouse him from sleep is akin to waking the dead. This man hears nothing except his alarm. You try to wake him up, zilch. But he hears his alarm go off, and he is awake instantly. He sleeps like the dead but must have you wrapped in his arms. He is a cuddler.

[elexuscal]

Protective prompt: “He(/she/they) said what to you?!” Murderbot & Pin-Lee. Who’s being protective? Up to you!

When movement triggered outside the door to Pin-Lee's apartment at 3am, local time, a full five days before she was due to return from a planet-side trip, I assumed the worse: i.e. GrayCris or other potentially hostile agent attempting a break-in.

0.2 seconds later-- long enough for me to be on my feet and formulating a response plan-- I registered the figure I was seeing as Pin-Lee herself, and settled back down.

Unexpected, but preferable.

Stil, once she was inside, I asked a message to confirm if she was okay. Pin-Lee waited a worrying long period of time (over five minutes), to respond with a curt 'fine'.

That rung my bullshit meter, but it wasn't any of my business, and also I didn't care. So I wasn't going to ask about it.

And I didn't ask her the next cycle, either, even when she gave my drone this really weird look.

And no. I didn't even ask her three cycles after that, when she ran into me unexpectedly within the halls of the Preservation Alliance government building, and she visibly flinched.

Flinching was fine. I could handle flinching. Flinching was just a thing people did, around SecUnits.

I wasn't going to say anything about it, and I didn't expect her to either.

Three hours later, she sent me a message: [I noticed you turned your drone off.]

I hadn't turned it off. It was in low-power mode. It would fully activate if/when certain key phrases/sounds were detected.

I didn't say anything about that.

Pin-Lee said, [I'm getting the sense I better apologise.]

[For what?] I said, before I could stop myself.

[For flinching like that, when I saw you in the hallway earlier,] she said, and then there was a 7 second pause before her next message. [It's not because I'm scared of you, or anything. I promise.]

[No one said you were.]

My drone was in hibernation, so I couldn't tell if she sighed or not. [I'm just in a weird head-space right now and you surprised me. I flinched and fucked up. Sorry.]

[Okay,] I said.

There was a long enough pause that I thought this conversation was over, and I had gotten back into my book. Then Pin-Lee said, [I got into a fight with my parents.]

[A fight?]

[Well, they called it an 'intervention'.]

[An intervention for what?]

[They said I was bot-drunk.]

They said what? [They said WHAT to you?]

[You heard me.] Pin-Lee stood up and started pacing around her office, which I could see, because I'd turned her drone back on.

Bot-Drunk was a Preservation-specific bit of slang, but most CR languages and cultures had their own equivilents, ranging from 'whales' to 'silicon sluts'. (Gross.) It referred to anyone who got sucked into an obsession with a chat bot, ComfortUnit, or other artificially-constructed personality, coming to view it-- and the supposed relationship attached to it-- as real.

[Wow.]

"They said," Pin-Lee ground out, "that I was working too hard. That I needed a break. Which, okay, fair, maybe I was! But that was why I came down to visit them, like they asked! And then they wait until I'm settled in, and all my childhood friends are there, to say hi, or so I assume. But then I come home one day and they're all gathered in the living room and…" She spluttered in a sort of wordless rage, which man, I kind of wish I could pull off. It looked cathartic.

"And THEN they sit me all down, and they remind me of the AI boyfriend I had when I was twelve, TWELVE. And they say that I'm falling into old traps again. And that they know that 'chat programs can be very convincing', but that 'a layer of fake skin might make you seem more realistic, you still need to keep some perspective on what really matters'…"

[My skin is fake? Could of fooled me.]

"Your emotions, too, apparently," she said, bitterly.

"Huh. Guess I can stop feeling so fucked up about them, then."

She laughed. Then she stopped, abruptly. "I'm sorry. I'm making this all about me."

I shrugged, remembered she couldn't see me, and said, [It's okay.]

"It's not. It's fucked up. It's fucked up that they'd treat you that way, that they'd talk like that to my face."

It was fucked up. But they weren't my family, so I didn't really care.

Except for the way they had very clearly fucked Pin-Lee up, I did. She didn't just look mad; I had seen Pin-Lee mad. Pin-Lee wore anger like armour, or a cape. It made her look distinguished and powerful.

This made her look… bad. It made her skin look blotchy and her eyes look red and her body look shaky.

Okay, yeah. Now I was pissed, actually.

[Want me to go down there? Then they can for themselves just how made-up I am.]

She laughed. It was a long, ugly, bitter laugh. "Don't tempt me, SecUnit. Do not fucking tempt me."

[minorisato]

smoke break

wotakoi / nifukura / wc: 788 / warnings: two married men discuss kissing without their wives knowing. the wives would be fine with it, given canon / notes: NA

"So, Naru is bisexual?"

"Yup," Nifuji confirmed, taking a drag of his cigarette.

Kabakura huffed. Narumi had shown up to work that day with a small button on the lapel of her usual blazer, and while Kabakura hadn't thought it was against their workplace's dress code, he was curious about the colours. He'd asked her about it nonchalantly on her break, and while he expected it to be a reference to some anime, he'd instead gotten a stumbling explanation that she had, indeed, learned something about herself. "It makes sense when you think about it," he thought aloud, "tons of cute girls in anime. Easy to fall for them. Sometimes I think Koyanagi likes them more than she likes me," he joked.

Nifuji hummed. "You like them more than you like her."

"I do not," Kabakura instantly replied, as though Nifuji landed one square in his hitbox. "We're married."

"I'm a little right."

"Shut up."

The two stood on the office's balcony, smoking in silence, which Nifuji was pretty okay with. This lasted until, as he had originally, Kabakura broke the silence. "Are you?" He asked simply, causing Nifuji to raise an eyebrow. "Y'know, bisexual."

"Oh," Nifuji breathed. "I dunno. I never really thought about it, I guess." He took a second, looking down at the cars passing below their office building. "I didn't mind crossplaying, that one time. I would do it again, if Narumi wanted. I don't know if that's related, though."

"Have you ever kissed a guy?" Kabakura asked, and he didn't know why he asked, he very much blurted it out, because he was certain he'd asked before, and either way it wasn't really his business, was it? "I'm sorry," he apologized, gritting his teeth a bit. "That was. Out of nowhere, and a personal question, and... weird to say. Apologies."

"Kabakura-san..." Nifuji breathed, looking from the ground below to his friend. (In that moment, it sort of felt like Nifuji had been looking down at Kabakura. In a good way or a bad way, Kabakura wasn't sure.) "Are you trying to..." He paused, as though he was trying to decide whether he should say it or not. "Are you trying to... proposition me right now?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Kabakura sneered, "I'm not like that." "I dunno. I mean, have you ever kissed a guy?" Nifuji asked, and Kabakura got the vague feeling that his coworker was probably fucking with him. "Would you like to?" Was the follow-up, upon Kabakura's silence, and the ginger realized yeah, Nifuji was definitely fucking with him.

"Very funny," Kabakura sighed, "I'm married. YOU'RE married."

"As if they'd mind," was Nifuji's (extremely logical) response, (which was true, Kabakura knew it was true, they wouldn't mind- he'd heard about Narumi using Nifuji as a pose reference for her doujinshis before, so certainly, this sort of thing would only be fuel to a pre-existing fire,) and he dropped the topic after that point. The two resumed their smoking in silence until, once again, Kabakura felt the need to address the topic. He couldn't leave it alone, for some reason.

"I mean, we're at work right now, too," he'd stated matter-of-factly, though to Nifuji it sounded more like he was rambling on because his aching blood was taking hold of him. Distantly, the gamer wondered if Kabakura would think of a fanciful name for the printer. "Could you imagine if someone came out here and saw us? We'd- we'd never live it down. We'd probably both get fired for that sort of thing, honestly."

"Kabakura."

"And- and I know Narumi-san and Koyanagi would be okay with it, they'd probably be into it, really, but what if they are? It's definitely one thing to think about it-"

"Kabakura!" "It's a total other thing to have it acted out-"

"Taro!"

The exclamation of his first name seemed to pull him, if only a bit, from his disastrous thoughts. "You're talking about it like we're already in some..." stealth game, Nifuji's brain autofills, though he knows that isn't correct. "Some... secret office romance." Which, actually, feels worse than just saying a stealth game.

Kabakura huffed. "Isn't that what it feels like, though?! Talking about-"

"Look," Nifuji sighed, leaning in closer to Kabakura- and, in turn, making the ginger jump back. "I'll go drinking with you after work. Just this once." Kabakura feels so- he feels pinned down, though he knows he isn't. He could move at any moment, but he doesn't. He feels warm all over. "It'll be our secret, okay?" Kabakura exhaled shakily, forcing himself to relax. He rubbed the cigarette on the railing to put it out, and threw the butt into a nearby trash can. "Yeah," he breathed, "sounds good."

[titanicfreija]

(this one got away from me, it is very long, sorry)

"Fray!"

"Hey! Uh. Velask!" Freija paused and swore quietly before whispering to Sunny. "Now I feel like a jerk, I can only remember one name and it's because Namrask has a sound like name in it. And I can't remember who that was."

"It's okay," Sunny promised.

The Eliksni corner of Artist Alley in this City district featured a small series of tents with a few boxes sitting in the back, all set into a corner niche of buildings. The weaver worked casually while talking to a child next to him, demonstrating with his claws on the loom. The weaver had been the one to call to Freija.

She ventured over anyway, and Sunny saw what she meant about the manual dexterity-- the deft movements and working of his fingers interlacing the fine threads reminded her of a spider making a web and an artist painting a picture at the same time. She didn't realize she stopped to watch until Freija's hand passed under her to guide along.

"Wow," she said aloud, not bothering to hide the awe.

"Right?" Freija said merrily. She turned to the weaver. "I'm afraid I learned a lot of names that day. Are you Namrask?"

"Namraask!" the Eliksni cheered merrily. He then rattled in Eliksni at her, apparently not minding the lost -but-friendly look on Freija's face. He did point at different spots on the corner and tell her where the other Eliksni were and when they'd come back.

Freija stumbled through naming the dancer and saying "later". She then pointed at Sunny and stumbled with a word Sunny didn't recognize, then said, "Ghost, Sunny."

"Sunny!" he cheered. "Velask!"

"Velask, Namraask," Sunny replied. She only picked up a little Eliksni, and didn't have the word she needed for, "Watching."

He checked Freija, probably to see if she wanted to buy something, but she simply handed him a few cubes of glimmer and gestured at the ghost where she hovered.

~

He chortled with a quiet, "Ho ho," and continued working, talking to the child next to him as he did so. Sunny found herself taken in by the motions for longer than she realized-- Namraask moved the loom before she pulled her attention away.

Freija had been waiting patiently, apparently going between her datapad and watching Namraask. "Lasrak will be here this afternoon. I brought your neon shell so you'll have enough pieces, if he'll teach you anything. Namraask said the word for four, and surface Eliksni tend to use sun positions to refer to times, but I can't tell the difference between late morning and mid afternoon, and early morning and noon confuse me. It's an extra letter kinda thing. I can't say them right. So I think he meant there's four dancers."

Sunny bobbed and wiggled her ears happily. "Thank you!" she told Namraask.

"Thank you!" he replied, waving with a lower arm.

Freija led Sunny past the musicians and singers, about half of whom waved at Freija. She put glimmer into every waiting container, watched them all for at least twenty seconds each, and moved on to the graphic arts.

Sunny saw what Freija meant about the pastels. They were a popular medium, with oil and chalk, black and color.

"My guess is they're easy to make," Freija said with a shrug. "Do you want to try? Can use your ears or be whiskers and tie on a thing. I've seen you put the ears on upside down. No backwards, huh. I can tie something to your whisker."

Sunny considered it and looked to someone using ink and stencils. When she looked more, she saw someone doing the opposite, lying something in the way of what they would then pour or spray. "That one is interesting."

Freija followed her sight and led the way over. "The ways we're different are so weird. I completely ignored these. They didn't seem engaged enough."

Sunny giggled and drifted over someone using a rainbow pour, layering the colors to spread over a canvas with a band of interconnected flowers unevenly placed down a side.

The artist didn't notice Sunny nor Freija as they approached. Sunny amused herself, drifting around their shoulders and watching from behind like so often with her guardian, minding the flattening and pouring, carefully controlling ripples and wagging, manipulating the canvas to fill edges. They set the canvas and the paint's catching container to a side, and as they turned back to their work station, Sunny waited for them in the middle of the table. "Hi!"

The artist gasped, nearly falling backward. "Oh, shit! Uh. Sorry." Slowly, they recovered and sat up. They glanced at Freija, but Sunny made herself the center of attention literally, bobbing into the way.

"I like your thing. Can I try?"

Freija laughed, startling the poor painter, a human with brown hair and brown skin and a hat in coveralls. They swallowed nervously. Sunny guessed they weren't here when Freija and Thomas dropped by.

"H-hello," the painter stammered awkwardly, but they spoke in a language Sunny recognized as a derivative of Russian. "I'm not very good at English," they said to Freija. "You may try, but I do not know how you can," they told Sunny.

"Can I pick out the outline thingie?"

The artist nodded and pulled a small tray out, upon which sat a wide diagram of various options. "Not too much."

Sunny assumed they meant the selected items needed to leave room, and she circled. Planets, moons, and stars in many sizes; several kinds of flowers, realistic and stylized; skylines from forests, deserts, the city; animals in varying sizes; what looked like Mars and Venus...

Sunny picked out a rabbit and a bear. The artist pulled them from two of easily ten trays of them, and they placed the stencils on the heavy cloth canvas.

Sunny bobbed in to move them into a position she hoped would carry over without an outline. The artist turned their head to see and clapped their hands, holding up a finger and pulling the bear-shape up to replace it with a different stencil featuring what looked to be invented as an outline, tracing the edges, while the rabbit stayed solid.

Sunny hoped her gesture of gratitude translated, and the artist pointed at the cup, then picked it up and gestured at the many varied containers of paint on a wall rack.

It was hard to pick. "How many?"

"Whatever," they laughed.

Sunny wove over the many, trying to keep in mind what she was going for. Her ears and lotus shell and lights. Freija's hair and skin and fire. Malibeaux Bronze.

First, she nudged the warm white aside, and she pointed at one of the finished ones with dots. "I want those dots with that," she said.

The painter picked up a pair of brushes and placed them next to the white-yellow.

They let her pick the order of paint pouring, and the painter lifted the cup before Sunny could stop them. Freija noticed the ear jump, to her relief, because she rocked forward and placed a fingertip on the cup. "Let me help her," she requested plainly.

They understood the word 'help', but nothing else. They twitched their head at Sunny with a lifted brow.

"I can show her," Sunny explained, rotating her shell. Freija took the cup and let the painter place her fingers appropriately, then let Sunny use her wrist and the heel of her hand to locate the cup.

"Smooth and steady," the painter said.

"Smooth and steady," Sunny told Freija.

Freija let the cup tilt and Sunny used her body to nudge Freija's hand, pleased to see they would likely have the intended effect, including getting the red and white and orange around and in and on the bear. The painter, apparently satisfied, prepared the stars while guardian and ghost wiggled the cup into and off the top corner.

Sunny hesitated, and she heard both guardian and painter laugh in surprise as she dove to manipulate the canvas from beneath, able to pick out the colors by light density passing through, and she spread the edges to the edges, expanded certain colors, smoothed out Freija's admittedly sloppy pouring job.

She emerged, wearing only a smattering of the paint on her shell, to find Freija waiting with a cloth. She admired their result as her guardian scrubbed between her ears.

"Dry morning," they told the guardian as she passed them a sizeable cube of glimmer. "Tomorrow."

"Thank you!" Freija cheered, leaving the shade of the stand and stepping into the busying marketplace.

Glancing back at the Eliksni quarter, Freija saw no dancers, and they continued up the way.

"Do you like jewelry?" Sunny asked. Freija studied it as they passed a stand, but it never occurred to Sunny that she might.

"I like seeing it. Maybe Rise would like some."

"Rise would need to buy her own, or else you'd have to buy all of it so she could use as needed."

Freija snickered. "Can buy little at a time 'til she's got a good collection."

"You just want to flirt with Rise."

"I always wanna flirt with Rise."

The city dwellers here seemed to be in fairly good spirits. Sunny did notice Freija deliberately dropping by stands of those in poorer condition, if stands looked shabby or their arts limited or low-quality, especially ones with cheap materials, occasionally buying something as an excuse to give glimmer and a tip. And the single book stand, though she didn't entertain pretending to be interested there.

"You're just kind of tossing the glimmer around," observed Sunny. "You're downright cheap in the Tower."

"Found out how far it goes on the ground. A bowl of ramen in the Tower can be a week's living down here, in the more run down corners. A full day guaranteed for almost all of them. Been trying to make sense of the disparity. Ramen is a pain to make but shit."

Sunny agreed silently. Freija pet between her ears and they continued.

A marble worker and a metal sculptor, an exo and Awoken respectively, waved and called Freija over.

"Do that again," said the metal worker said before she got close, holding out a plain silver-gray cube of metal.

"Have you been waiting for me to come back?" She asked the Awoken.

"Yes. Do it again."

The exo crossed their arms and Freija gave a revelatory nod. "Oh, this is friend you said wouldn't believe it."

"She's even got her ghost!" cried the metalworker, gesturing.

"She's got a ghost with her," they argued.

Freija used her hands and only a little Light to heat the metal cube, forcing it into a lumpy ball, and then into an uneven but smooth sphere.

"There, see? Real guardian," the Awoken told the exo.

"You get discounts?" Asked the marble worker. They sounded hostile, but Freija took the note with grace.

"Gifts, but I pay for them," she promised. "Do you do your stuff out here? Can I see?"

The exo almost lost their balance, taking a step back and finding their own table in the way. "Yeah?"

The Awoken crowed with laughter, slapping his knee. "Oh man! I knew it! Completely speechless, look at you!"

The lights in their face flickered and flashed as they visibly (but not audibly) stuttered. "Sh-shut up, Min! It's not cos she's a guardian, I'd get like that if anyone wanted to watch! Be right back."

They sprinted away from the market, almost running into someone as they passed.

The Awoken metalworker, Min, grinned at Freija. "He gave me so much shit when I came home talking about you. Told me the guardian you were with was a guardian but you were just a normal Awoken, and I fell for a trick when you did that welding melting thing, said I let you waste materials and was lying about you paying for it. I kept that. If you want it. You left it here."

Freija peeked as they pulled it out and she giggled, face darkening. "You can keep it," she laughed. "Shit, break that down, do you need me to break it down?"

"Is it supposed to be a cat?" Sunny asked.

"No," Freija groaned, ducking her head and putting her head on her forehead to hide her darkening face. "I don't wanna talk about it. You need me to unweld pieces?"

"Nah. Be good conversation piece," the metalworker replied.

The marble sculptor returned with a block about the size of their fist and a very small drill with a collection of other tools wrapped in a leather kit.

Before he got started, however, he hesitated, nervously checking Freija. "I can't tell you anything about how I do this."

"I'm not trying to learn this one, I crumble stones in my grip," she assured him. "I wanna see how it's done."

He got started over a side table, drilling with varying bits until they decided that was enough, and they withdrew the tiniest hammer Freija had ever seen to break off parts they'd drilled into, shattering parts and leaving a seashell shape.

"Think we could make a hammer that little?" Sunny teased.

"I can't even make a fire that little."

"Huh?" The sculptor stopped to lift a brow at them. "Saw the fire, what's this about hammers?"

"I can make a hammer," Freija explained. "Pulling one will heat this whole marketplace up, so I'm not gonna, but basically it's this big block of solidified Light with a handle. Not for working with like you. For.... My work." Freija bit her bottom lip. "Mostly throwing."

The exo either understood entirely or had absolutely no idea what was meant, because they barely waited for her to finish before they picked up a tiny chisel and a slightly bigger hammer. "If you come back in a few hours, I'll have finished. You can buy it if you want after that. Dunno if you have the hours you need to watch."

"Only reason to move is to show Sunny the Eliksni dancer." Freija heard the man behind her start to speak and saw the exo cut him off with a sharp glare.

Sunny enjoyed the work but it didn't catch her attention like the paint. "You're highly skilled."

"Thank you! I worked hard for it! I see you getting bored, so regardless of your guardian, I'll see you later."

Sunny bobbed and hovered up, wondering how the boredom showed. Freija followed her away with a wave to the artists.

Four dancers had lined up at the Eliksni corner, all with scarves on limbs and headpieces made to look like hair. One still had two stumps of returning docked limbs, and another had a prosthetic.

Three lined up facing out while the one from Freija's first visit stood in front, facing them.

No music accompanied the first go through of a dance. The amputee used their left arm as the top set and the right as the bottom, so that when their fellows stretched forward and back at the same time, so did they, just sideways.

During the warmup, the accompanying band arrived.

"We vibration detectors love a tight string, no?" laughed a strange Eliksni from behind her translator.

Freija didn't understand, until the stranger nodded to the band member with an instrument of tightened strings over a hollow resonator, presumably tuning it. "Oh. Huh."

"Yes. I also marvel at the variety of tightened-string instruments of the humans. Drums are also similarly broad."

"Do you guys have a standard shape or do you manipulate the sounds by consistent variables unrelated to shape?" asked Sunny.

The stranger seemed to appreciate the question. "It depends on resources. Many were derived from each other and available supplies often dictated shape. Music became extremely low priority for quite some time. It is a marvel that any instruments lasted to be copied."

Freija didn't answer, knowing the problems and how little (and how much) she had to do with that.

"I do not see many human dancers. Many musicians."

Freija glanced at Sunny, who wagged her ears uncertainly. "Dunno why. Guardians dance all the time, but less art and more play."

"Ah. Dancing can be regarded as playful?"

"To us. What's going on with yours?"

"Ours tell stories. If you learn the language, you will understand the stories."

"Good to know. Is this a regular thing?"

The stranger seemed to smile. "Today is special, but often one will practice here. You would like to see more?"

"Me and my ghost both. I tried to learn some, not long ago, the dancer here offered to teach. He couldn't help with the two arms thing but I can see that one adapted, I can adapt."

"I would be happy to translate on a day that is not this one," they said cheerfully, guiding Freija to a side where they could watch and be out of the way when the music and dancers got into real position. "My son," she added, pointing at the one with a prosthetic arm. "His children and husband and their wives," she added, gesturing at a group of easily ten children coming down the street with four grown Eliksni escorting them. "I do not know the fourth," she said.

"Is that Eido or just someone else with the same flaps on her hood?"

"It is!" said the Eliksni with them.

"Tiix!" Eido called waving merrily. "Guardian!" she added, unable to hide her surprise, pausing mid-step before continuing onward.

The children gathered to sit near their grandmother and Freija stood to a side to feel less invading, but Eido patted the ground next to her with a lower hand and lifted the other in a welcoming gesture. "We will all be more comfortable if you sit amongst us," she whispered, guiding Freija to sit next to her.

The scribe tried to continue, but the music drowned out anything else.

[jiyansthesis]

TATTOO PARLOR ☆ CRUSH

MICHAEL ☆ AFTON

x reader (gender neutral)

summary: it's your first time getting a tattoo, and you can't help but notice that your tattoo artist is a bit. . . hot

I need michael moots hmu + I'm taking over the michael tag :) this also might have 2 parts

I had to search up abt tattoos in the 80's for this ong and I use the word arm so much help

not proofread

part one ## part two

the bell above the door rang, announcing your presence. it was a pretty small shop, and there were only two people working there. one was occupied with inking someone and the other was wiping down equipment.

"hey, you here for a tattoo?" the man who wasn't working greeted you. "sorry, stupid question. you're obviously here for one."

you nodded, smiling. woah, he was attractive.

"there's this one thing I want. can I show you?" you started pulling your reference out your bag as he agreed.

"this is cool," he examined the drawing. "where do you want it?"

you pointed to where you wanted it on your lower arm.

"alright, just wait over here. I'll make a stencil." he pointed you over to a chair and went somewhere to the back.

a few minutes of absently swinging your legs and looking around the store, he finally came back.

he sat down in the chair that was facing yours, and grinned.

"ever had a tattoo done, love?" he motioned for you to show your arm to him and he began to wipe it down to sterilize it.

"no." you shook your head, shivering at the cold wipe. or was it because such a hot man was literally touching you? has to be the cold wipe.

"well, you picked a decent spot to get your tattoo, so this shouldn't hurt." he ran his hand through his mullet after throwing away the wipe.

his hair looks really soft.

you mentally scolded yourself, pushing that thought into the back of your mind as he pulled on some gloves.

"so, what's your name?" you asked when he began to place the stencil on your skin.

"michael. yours?" he seemed concentrated on placing it just right.

you gave him your name, and he slightly nodded in acknowledgement.

after nearly 20 tries, he seemed content with the placement and focused his attention on his equipment tray.

"I'm gonna have to shave the area real quick," he held up a razor.

he did this in silence, the buzzing of the other tattoo gun the only noise in the shop.

you were busy thinking about something- or someone- else, and michael snapped you out of it.

"this is gonna feel kinda weird, alright?" he waited for you to answer before settling the tattoo gun's needle onto your arm.

you slightly flinched, and michael locked eyes for you for a second before putting his gaze back to your arm.

"steady, love."

you slightly flushed and decided to admire his arms. he has zero right to be wearing a band shirt with rolled up sleeves.

"you work out a lot?" you broke the silence.

his muscles rippled, and he chuckled. "yeah, I do. you like them?"

"i didn't say that!" you defended yourself.

"I didn't say you said that," he smirked, wiping off some excess ink.

"mhm," he hummed.

yeah, you were gonna shut your mouth from now on. but man. . . he smells like vanilla and something more darker.

there wasn't really that much pain, until he grew closer to the inside of your elbow. you let out a little yelp, and michael asked you:

"you okay? it starts to hurt more in bends like that."

"I'll be fine. the pain isn't even that bad." you replied, holding back little tears.

"sure you aren't a masochist?" he joked, and by then he was done with that area of you arm.

"depends." you shot back.

he laughed.

"do you have any tattoos?" you haven't seen any on his arms.

"I do."

you started looking more closely at him. "I dont see any."

"you really love checking me out, huh? that's because they're in places where only some people can see."

your face heated up at the implication of that, only letting out a small "oh."

the rest of the linework was done without either party speaking to each other. you decided it was best you leave him alone.

of course, you still jumped a little whenever the pain got worse, and michael would comfort you, but other than that no real conversation was made.

nearly an hour later, michael shut off the gun and let out a sigh, standing up.

"you like it? all I have to do now is wrap it up." he stood, grabbing something that looked like saran wrap and applied it to your tattoo.

"I love it!" you exclaimed.

he was happy with your response, and then began to tell you about taking care of the tattoo.

"keep this bandage on for three days, and then you're going to have to take care of your tat for two weeks." he went on about self care, but you weren't exactly paying close attention.

you were pouting about not being able to see michael again. well, you could get another tattoo, but that means you'd have to get a lot.

"hey, love, did you hear me?" he waved his hand in front your face. "you're staring."

"I heard you," you lied. that's embarrassing.

"hope you did. if not, I'll give you this pamphlet that gives you the same instructions I just told you. jack over there will take your payment." he gestured over to the redhead and left to the back room again.

you payed, and michael came back.

"here," he held it out. "make sure you read it closely."

he winked and you were sure the tips of your ears were turning red. you took it from him, thanking him.

"thank you so much, michael."

"no problem. you should totally come again. you're one of the best clients I've had."

"I'll try my best," you promised.

you left, looking back at the store and seeing michael waving at you. you waved back and made it into your car.

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and looked at the paper in your hand.

'call me love <3 xxx-xxxx-xxxx' was written on the front.

oh, you were definitely coming back.

[m4xedout]

One Fin Wonder

Welcome to one fin wonder! This is the first chapter of this series!

content warning!: swearing? Mentions of blood, homeless child, reader is 14-15!

Okay..here we go!

Well then!- you didn't order a wake up call...literally..

"..y/n?" Oh its Sam! Wonder if we'll hang out today-

"I'm moving."

.

What?

Oh shit.

Holy shit no no no.

Sam was the only friend you could go to- THE ONLY PERSON YOU KNEW IF THIS BLOODY TOWN.

Whew..okay.,calm down..maybe it's a joke...Sam jokes alot so it has to be!

"Ahah..haha..hah.. g-good one Sam " you laughed, trying to make it seem like you weren't about to cry.

"What?..what do you mean 'good one's? nothing about this is good y/n!" "Okay! I'm sorry..I thought you were joking.."

Well shit.

"Okay..well?" "I- I'm sorry I have to pack." -beep!-

...

Well this isn't how you thought your summer would start.

Okay well! Time to go search for a job!!..again

You started walking towards the old lady who had always had you help with her cats, you were glad to help, but today was payday! Of 20 dollars but- you could get some food with that!

"Hello Candice! How are the kitties?" The old lady turned around to see you and smiled "oh hello lovey! Goodness you're getting tall heheh, we-well here's your 20 dollars dearie" she handed it to you and before you walked away "buy yourself something to eat sugar!"

"I will think you miss Candi-" and then you bumped into someone

"Shit sorry! My bad" you help the old man up and grab his weird looking cane..

"No no child forgive me, I was just looking at the kittens, you must be working here is that it?" He spoke with a harsh voice, refering to the old lady's shop.

"Oh no! Im just a helper, that's all"

"Helper?..yes..you will do good child"..ew.

"Yeah..aheh.. I gotta go sorry about the bump sir!" You speed walked away and could feel his eyes staring at you from afar.

You end up at some fish shop and see a help wanted poster in the window

"Nice!" You whisper to yourself as you walk in

"Hello there!" Said a woman from behind the counter on the right "be right with you"

You stand there and see all the little fishies swimming about

"Okay love what can i help you with?" "Oh I'm here for the help wanted?"

Her eyes lit up, must be hard working in a fish shop alone

"Oh yes! Thank you! We'll get right to it!" "I-- wait- I don't have to sign anything?"

"Well it's not that hard to take care of fish love, just feed em and watch them swim about their sad little lives!" Heh funny

After she showed you around, she said she was gonna close up shop for the day before-

"Hey uh excuse me?" Oh? First customer!

"Yeah uh do you have a goldfish with one fin?"..one fin? Any other gold fish and he wants one with one fin?...okay

"Uh sir? We have plenty more gold fish with two fins-" "no I need one with one fin!"..

"Sir, please calm down or we'll have to ask you to leave" "okay yeah uh...just give me a goldfish..and hurry, please."

You went to get the gold fish and hand it to the man "here you are sir, a gold fish with two fins! Take care!" He payed you

"Shit let's hope so." and just like that he was gone.

"Weirdo" said the woman

"Maybe he needs it for..something? Art?" You said

"Yeah..anyways darling here's your pay" she hands you a check for 50 dollars

"I- OH MY GOD!" You damn near yelled

She looks at you with confusion as you let out a nervous laugh

"Sorry..I just didn't expect this much holy cow!" "You've done well for you first day on the job!" She pats you on the shoulder

"Now let's go before some other weirdo comes for a blue puffer fish!"

Later that evening you had went to look for a place to settle, when you couldn't find you decind to cross the towns, you went into an alley way and hurried because you didn't want to die in there.

Qnd you came out safely until some random woman wondered up to you qnd asked for you hands, you thought she was gonna rob you so you politely declined, you started to walk way

When you felt her hands grab you and pull you into the alley way.. fucker.

She shoves you against the wall and roughly grabbed your hands

Suddenly, a man in a white suit and cape, came down from the ceiling, and tossed the woman across the alley way, his fists were bloody, and dripping

You sat there, terrified, holy shit, this was how you were gonna die, oh my god.

The man spoke "hey kid you okay?" He sounded familiar?

"Uh..yeah.. just winded I think I'll be okay" "okay, you got a place to stay? Anywhere to go?"..."no"...

"Okay then come with me". He grabbed you hand as gently as he could as he had the feeling they'd be sore tomorrow

He led you in front of a flat, you walked to the front and turned around "hey man thanks-"..he was gone.

After you went in to apply, you promised you'd have more money to pay off the rent

It was a big flat honestly

Just a bed which was fixed pretty good, and a fridge with a couple of food left, you threw out the expired stuff, and layer down

You began to charge your phone and set an alarm.

"7:00"

Okay.

This was your life now.

This is your home.

Can't believe this all happend in one day.

but.

What were you gonna do about it?

You worked at a fish shop

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Holy shit, omg YAY :D

just a big thanks to @80pairsofcrocs for the name, and the courage, they're honestly the best person I've met on this app, and I gotta say, I really do love you guys, it may not seem like much here but thank you, seriously <3

[threelionsgirl]

Dec and reader being a chaotic mess while cleaning their house because both of their families are visiting (reader’s family coming all the way from Brazil), just them being weird and fluffy and really sweet to each other! Oh, and let’s not forget: PALMEIRAS NÃO TEM MUNDIAL (não dá pra deixar a maior piada do nosso país morrer)

cleaning and references | declan rice

warnings: fluff!

word count: 1165

notes: O PALMEIRAS NÃO TEM MUNDIAL (I'm glad chelsea won the cwc, I wouldn't know how to answer that request without being able to say that 🤣) I saw your other ask, but decided to do it with declan anyway 💙 sorry for the delay bestie, I was really uninspired, it was a bit short because of that 🥴

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“DECLAN!” Y/N shouted as she came out of the bedroom and saw Declan sprawled on the sofa. He jumped in fright when he heard her voice. Y/N pushed the cushion he was leaning against and laughed as he fell to the carpet.

"Fuck, love, did you need to knock me down? I was taking such a good nap." He replied, letting his head rest on the carpet, and Y/N looked at him indignantly.

"Napping? Our parents will be here in a few hours, and this house is worse than Mother Lucinda's dump!" He stood, sitting up, seeing Y/N standing in front of him with her arms crossed.

They were expecting her parents and his parents for a family dinner, the first of many. Her family was coming from Brazil for a few days, and Y/N had established that it would only happen with a clean house. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of his parents or hers.

Y/N and Dec were busy people, their jobs sucked a lot of their time, and cleaning the house ended up in second place. That weekend, Y/N had made Declan use his day off to help her with the mess in the flat.

"Mother Lucinda's dump?" He asked, knowing that that was some brazilian reference that Y/N loved to use. "You know I love your references to brazilian soap operas, even if I don't understand any of them." Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

"If you watched soap operas with me, you would understand."

"You can sit here with me and explain it to me." Declan crawled on the carpet toward Y/N, enough to reach her hand and force it down so that Y/N would sit there with him.

She was almost giving in when she realized that staying there with him was not a good idea at that moment. "What? No!" Y/N said, pulling her arm up, and Declan huffed in frustration. "We don't have time for this, we have to finish tidying up this house, Declan Rice!"

She held his fist and used all the strength she had to lift her eighty pound boyfriend off the floor.

"We wouldn't have had to do this if you'd taken my idea, and we'd hired a cleaning crew." He grumbled, but eventually got up.

"I don't like strange people wandering around our house."

"That's why there are confidentiality agreements." He argued.

"Not to mention, aren't you seeing this as a great opportunity for us to get a little more together at home?" Y/N ignored, pulling him by the hand to the pantry where they kept the cleaning products.

"Together? You barely let me touch you, Y/N!" She laughed, handing him a duster when Dec tried to kiss her.

"Not until we clean the house."

"So..." Y/N was starting to move to look for the hoover when Declan pinned her between his arms. His hands were resting on the wall, and Y/N looked at him, wondering what she would have to do so that he could free her. "Then you explain the brazilian soap opera references to me?"

"If my parents like you, they'll do it themselves, but I can give you some tips." She blinked, leaving one kiss on his lips and turned to pick up the hoover.

Declan sighed, but went over to the shelves to start dusting. He knew if he wanted something Y/N he would have to go through the cleaning first.

They stayed focused on their own tasks for a while, when Y/N pushed the couch aside and found a pizza box there. She lifted the box in the air and huffed to get his attention.

"Declan, why is there a pizza box under the couch?"

"Oh, oh." He put his hand to his mouth, trying to hold back his laughter. "I guess I must have forgotten." The hand scratched the back of his neck and Y/N rolled his eyes, taking the box to the trash.

"You guess? Lucky we don't have any rats." She blinked, pulling up the carpet to vacuum the floor.

"And why do you have so many books? I can't stand sneezing anymore." He grumbled, letting out a sneeze after opening and closing a seven hundred page old book. They were Y/N's college books that she just couldn't get rid of and never could find the time to dust them off.

"Want to trade?" She laughed at his sneezing crisis. Declan walked over to her, handing her the duster and taking the hoover from her hand. He stole a small kiss before letting her walk away.

They spent a little more time teasing each other and making jokes as they finished tidying up. The kitchen was the next room, which Y/N thought was a terrible idea to clean that place with Declan. They ended up making a water war that only made everything more messy than it was. For this reason, she decided to clean the bathrooms alone and Dec was responsible for the bedrooms. Those were places they could easily get distracted with each other, completely ignoring the cleaning.

As Y/N ran the cloth over the last mirror and Declan tidied up the last bed, they leaned on each other on the sofa, extremely tired.

"I'm exhausted." He sighed.

"Me too." Y/N agreed, leaning her cheek on his shoulder. Despite being exhausted, they felt fully satisfied as they looked around and realized that the house was completely clean and looking nice and fresh.

"Now you can explain that reference to me." He kissed her head and Y/N thinking they needed a good bath.

"Mother Lucinda is a character from a very famous soap opera in Brazil. Her character lives in a garbage dump. When we see a very dirty place, we say it's worse than Mother Lucinda's dump. That one was very successful in Brazil, so everybody understands that reference.”

"Are you going to make me watch soap operas with you?

"Only if you want me to." She moved her head to look at his mesmerizing blue irises. "If it gets more interesting for you, we can kiss each time Maria Pia says 'Éric', or each time Pilar says she wants to be the first doctor in Brazil." Y/N laughed, imagining what every moment would be like. The palm of his hand was facing upwards as Dec made imaginary drawings on it with the phalanges of his fingers.

"Something tells me we'll be kissing a lot then."

"Maybe."

"What now? Can I kiss you?"

She shook her head, turning her face away. Her fingers played with the tips of his black hair, they were a little sticky from sweat, but Y/N didn't care. He held her face in the jaw area, touching their noses gently. Declan licked his lips, but before he could finally kiss her, the doorbell rang, paralyzing his actions.

Y/N laughed at his frustration, she gave him an 'apology' look before running to answer the door.

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🏷: @mountchilly

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

« `` •"𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞~"• ´´ »

☼︎ ☀︎︎ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏᴜ☀︎︎ ☼︎

Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Doctor Y/n - Residency - 21 - Grey's Anatomy x Fem!Reader

"So, who do you find cute? There's glasses over there... tattoos, how do you feel about tattoos? Oh, nice hair-" Webber froze as the person he was referring to have nice hair turned around, revealing to be you talking to a girl.

"Do you think she's here for trivia night?" Webber asked, frowning as he saw you about to leave with the girl.

"I don't think she is... she's probably looking for a rebound." Arizona replied as she picked up her glass.

"They didn't even stay for a drink- what is it with young people these days? What ever happened to conversations and romantic dates? All they care about is jumping into bed with each other..." Webber rambled, not noticing how Arizona had downed her drink to avoid commenting on the matter.

It had been several weeks since you and Hannah had broken up. Nobody besides you, Hannah and Jo knew the relationship had happened and who you had dated. Arizona had a suspicion though, she didn't voice it but she knew.

///

"Y/n, what's your deal with Jo having a gun?" Alex approached you, leaving you to frown, having heard about the two eight year olds and how one had accidently shot the other whilst playing.

"I don't like guns. I've had them pointed at me before, which Jo... Jo doesn't know, crap, I was thirteen. Anyway, the gun was the only thing I was glad to see get out of my apartment." You admitted, leaving Alex to frown.

"You live in a weird neighbourhood too, what do you use?"

"I have a bat," You deadpanned, "You've seen it, it's propped up near the door."

"Do you even play baseball?" Alex asked, leaving you to grimace.

"Okay, I know it's a stereotype, but I'm usually the one in the bleachers. I was semi-decent at lacrosse, but ping-pong is my sport. You're not going to see me try defend myself with a ping-pong paddle though." You retorted, leaving Alex to stiffle a laugh.

"I can't see you defending yourself with a lacrosse stick either." Alex laughed, leaving you to whack him playfully on the arm.

"Hey, I can take punches and dodge them too. I'm not completely useless. You get why Jo has a gun though, right? She lived in her car when she was sixteen."

///

"Y/n, can I talk to you?" Arizona's voice caught you off-guard as you were pulling on your Yale hoodie over your head, leaving you to almost put your arm through the wrong sleeve before quickly correcting it.

"What's, what's that face for?" You asked, tilting your head to the side as Arizona grimaced.

"Um, as you know, Callie and I are going to court for custody of Sofia, and I was wondering-"

"I... I don't want to pick a side, I can't pick a side. Callie's already leaving for New York and that hurts because she took me under her wing for ortho, but then you basically adopted me outside of work and you're like an older sister to me and I can't pick a side. I'm so sorry, I just, I love you both and now I sound really clingy and sentimental-" You were cut off as Arizona pulled you into a hug.

///

"It's an impossible situation, a break-up is tough as it is, but with a kid in the mix?" Warren rambled as you and Steph laid your heads on the bar.

"I can't even imagine." Jo admitted, fiddling with the peanut shells in front of her.

"Just because she didn't give birth to the kid doesn't make it any less yours." Warren continued, leaving Jo to sigh.

"Biology or not, no parent ever stuck around to fight for me." Jo threw the peanut shell as she spotted you glaring.

"Oh, my parents fought about where to leave me on the side of the road. They also acted like they weren't leaving me all the time at the library, or school, and forgetting I existed until people had to call and literally remind them that they have a child." You added, leaving Jo to pass you the shot that Warren had passed to Jo.

///

You weren't trying to make a habit out of eavesdropping. Courtrooms weren't easy to eavesdrop but you were waiting for Arizona to leave. April had told you that Arizona was needed, so you got a taxi to take you to the courtroom for Arizona to bring back.

"I love my child. And I want her with me, but I know that no matter how this ends... she'll survive, she'll be healthy, and safe, and well taken care of and loved. Because, we are her mothers. But, there's a child at the hospital who will not survive, unless I am there, so..." Arizona froze as the courtroom doors opened, revealing you waiting in your scrubs.

"I have to, I have to go..." Arizona murmured, hurrying over as her lawyer passed her her bag.

"What are you doing here?" Arizona asked, wiping away tears as you led her to a taxi.

"I got you a cab. I wanted to be in that courtroom but I'd have to pick a side to even sit down in and I doubt I could sit in the middle of the floor." You explained as you and Arizona got the taxi to the hospital.

"Thank you, Y/n." Arizona smiled, offering you a sad laugh as you passed her a tissue.

///

You didn't expect Arizona to text you that evening, asking you if you had seen Tangled or not and whether you'd like to watch it with Sofia and DeLuca. She even asked if you wanted to bring Jo, if she was free.

Jo wasn't free, but you went anyway.

"So, Tangled?" You raised an eyebrow at DeLuca as he just smiled back, the two of you sat waiting for Arizona and Sofia who were making popcorn.

"I'm surprised Wilson isn't with you." DeLuca admitted, leaving you to sigh.

"She's with Karev, and my last relationship is over so I am here, watching Tangled because honestly, I'd love to watch Tangled whilst eating popcorn, but also not be alone doing it." You stated, freezing as Arizona walked in with Sofia.

"Sounds like you got better at being alone." Arizona pointed out as Sofia went to put the DVD in the DVD player.

"Yeah, I'm not the same as I was in intern year." You stated before Sofia shushed you as Tangled began to play, leaving you to pretend to be shocked by shoving a mouthful of popcorn in your mouth.

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[spookybias]

first time again ‣ [ yang jeongin ] ✧

pairing: yang jeongin x gn! reader

genre: comfort, angst, slice of life

synopsis: an attempt to return a love letter leads to a cycle of all too familiar events.

content: exes to almost lovers again, exes to friends au

warning: reader threatens to kill jeongin twice, insecurities, self-blame

for: @districtninewriters' dear skz, with love event. please be sure to check out all the fics written for this event! everyone in the net worked hard on them :)

word count: 2.4k

note: i want a jeongin :,)

You studied the envelope you were holding, flipping it over a few times in your hands. The quality of the paper was nicer than normal, almost like whatever was inside was more important than just a regular letter. You weren’t expecting anything, let alone anything important or special.

But it was definitely your name on the front.

You took in the minimalistic decoration of the beige envelope, mentally noting the small piece of looseleaf paper that had been torn at an aesthetic angle and taped down. Your name had been written in rainbow calligraphy on top of the looseleaf, a font you immediately recognized because your ex had used it plenty of times when decorating the tags on gift bags and appreciation cards to you. Each letter of your name casually leaked into an ombre of cool shades, and hand drawn sparkles littered the envelope.

You dreaded opening the letter, and wished you could stop feeling as blue as the ink your ex had used to write your name.

You were tempted to toss it in the trash, and bury it under the used romance novels you no longer wanted, but as quick as the urge to scream and throw away everything related to your ex had came, it had left.

Adrenaline coursed through you. Your fingertips were fast at ripping open the packaging, while your brain was hesitant to remember the pretty bleach-haired boy who had stolen your heart and then unintentionally crushed it just awhile ago.

Your ex's words were written on skyline stationary. Red and blue stripes twirled along the edges of the paper and a stamp of a smiley face followed by squiggly lines appeared at the top right corner. You were too scared to skim over a single paragraph. So you stood there, staring at the greeting instead.

I know this is sudden, ____.

Four minutes passed. And then you began to read.

You declined your group of friends' invitation to walk to the local bakery and then home with them after school. You had been holding in an immense amount of anger for your ex since you had read his letter to you last night. The letter could've easily been thrown in the trash after reading, but you couldn't help but become entangled in the words he spewed out into sentences.

It's not fair, You thought to yourself as you stomped up the stairs to the platform of the train station. It's not fair that he gets to remind me of everything and I don't get to say anything back to him. It's not fair that I have to think about why our relationship was so pretty.

"Pretty" is the word everyone used to describe the relationship you had with your ex. The both of you had taken it as a compliment back then, but now you knew why everyone referred to the two of you with such an adjective.

Pretty meant your relationship was attractive, it was pleasing to the eye on the outside, it was held at a fair degree. But what was it like on the inside? It was tame and decent, but complicated. Your ex always questioned what he truly felt for you, and it always made you wonder if you were doing something that made him doubtful.

Things had ended because you didn't want to feel more and more insecure as the days went by. It was fruitless to keep trying. Well, at least, it was to you.

"I'll kill him," you grumbled to yourself. A couple people waiting for the L train gave you a weird look. You tried to ignore their glances and the feeling of wanting to reminisce on the train ride you and your ex always shared before and after school during your relationship.

The two of you lived in the same apartment complex, but nowadays you did your absolute best to avoid him. You could've approached him there, instead, but you were so on edge you felt the need to return the letter before you got home. You had stopped taking the train a long time ago, too, desperately trying to avoid him at the train station as well. Now here you were trying to find him.

"I'll kill you!" You practically shouted at your ex. You grabbed him by his shirt collar and yanked him forward. You had forgotten what it had been like to stand so close to him, but you tried to ignore the blush that was pushing its way onto your face and the urge to pull him into a hug.

"What did I do?!" Yang Jeongin looked around awkwardly at the handful of people staring at both of you.

He was unsure of his emotions. One part of him was embarrassed by getting caught up in your sneak attack and the other part of him was happy that you were at least talking to him, even if you had just threatened his life. Jeongin was able to pry your hands -he had noticed how much smaller they were compared to his- off of him. He grabbed your hand and walked you towards an empty section of the platform.

Your heart fluttered, and when you glanced up as he pulled you along, you were seeing your surroundings in a sakura filter.

Jeongin stopped once you were at a spot without anyone around. "I-" He began to say, but you cut him off.

"Get your hands off of me!" You flailed your arms around until he took a step back.

Jeongin held his hands up in surrender. "Before you kill me, please tell me what I did."

"What is this?" You wasted no time in pulling out the crumpled envelope from Jeongin. "You're sending me love notes? After we already ended things?"

Jeongin looked like a deer caught in headlights. "H-how did you get that?"

"Your stupid ass sent it to me!"

"I- I did but-"

"Why?"

"Because I wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

"Well I don't care and I don't want this! I don't want you anymore!" You crumpled the envelope and letter into a ball and threw it at Jeongin's chest. It bounced off, and rolled onto the floor.

"Okay," Jeongin replied, his voice cracking. "You don't have to accept it. It was wrong of me to send you something after we had already broken up." He reached down for the crumpled up paper.

Jeongin held it up, hurt written across his features. The letter seemed to mean a lot to him, and even though he had hurt you in the past, you never wanted to make him feel bad.

You tried to snatch the mess you had made away from him but he held it up.

He furrowed his eyebrows, looking annoyed. "What?"

"Give it back," You told him, trying to reach the crumpled letter.

"You just said you didn't want it." It was unlike Jeongin to raise his voice. "If you don't want it then I'll take it back."

"Why?"

"Because I care about what I wrote in it and I want it!"

"Stop!" You continued your attempt to take it from him.

You and Jeongin fought over the crumpled papers like two nine-year-olds fighting over a toy truck. You were able to get a good grip on his love note. You were holding on to his love and you refused to let it go this time. You lied when you said when you didn't want him, and you yanked the paper towards you. Only it didn't come to you as a whole.

It ripped in half.

"Look what you did," Jeongin said, not realizing the weight of his words.

Look what you did, ____, You scolded yourself. You messed it up again.

That was the last straw. You were tired and frustrated and still heartbroken. You crouched down, head in your hands and tears slipping down your cheeks. You were nothing left but sniffles and sobs and torn pages and haunted by the word, "pretty".

"It's not fair," You choked out. "Why did you do this to me?"

"____," Jeongin had calmed down and reached out to you. "I'm sorry."

"No you're not," You told him. "Why did you send that if you didn't want to be with me anymore? What was the point of reminding me?"

Jeongin took a deep breath, gathering up whatever courage he had left. "Who says I don't want to be with you anymore? That's why I wrote you the letter. I'm just... not sure if you still want to be with me."

You didn't cut him off, so Jeongin took that as a chance to continue.

"I still think about you all the time. I wasn't sure how I felt about you when we were dating because we were both inexperienced and we rushed into things. That's not your fault, so don't think it was. I was the one who immediately said yes when you asked me out. I realized now that I did like you then and I still love you now, but at the time, I didn't know at all how to differentiate romantic feelings from platonic ones. I shouldn't have immediately said yes, I should've waited at least a day to confirm with myself that I did like you. If I hadn't rushed the both of us into something, we wouldn't have broken up. There wouldn't have been doubts or insecurities or anything wrong with us." Jeongin continued to rub your back soothingly. He was relieved that you had stopped shaking. "I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for making you feel like everything was your fault. And I'm sorry that you received a letter from me, because all it did was make things worse between us."

"Jeongin, I- I still love you too," You managed to get out.

It was in that moment that Jeongin realized he had said that he loves you. He gritted his teeth and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"But I need more time," You told him.

"I understand that." He nodded his head and gave you a small smile. "But can I walk you home?"

You nodded, and took the hand he offered to help you up off the ground. It felt like the first time again.

Jeongin barged into his younger brother's room. "Were you looking through my stuff?"

"Yes," His brother responded, scribbling into his notebook and ignoring the urge to give his older brother eye contact. "I was helping mom clean in your room."

"Why did ____ receive a letter I wrote ages ago before we broke up?" Jeongin crossed his arms, demanding an answer.

Jeongin's little brother blinked twice before turning to him shocked. "You wrote that before you guys broke up? It looked recent so mom sent me to the mailbox to drop it off."

"Well thank you for mailing it," Jeongin tried to end the conversation, but his brother pressed on.

"Oh I know why it looked recent," His brother have him a sly smile. "You kept it in good condition since that was the only thing of ____ you had left before they dumped you." Jeongin's little brother chuckled, going back to his notes. Then a thought popped into his mind. "Wait. Why are you thanking me?"

"No reason. Just, thank you," Jeongin told him sincerely. "Now stop touching other people's mail."

"Hey, what?" The younger was confused. "I don't understand you-" But Jeongin was already out of the room and heading back to his.

Jeongin sat at his desk in front of his bedroom window, and looked at his half of the ripped love note. He smiled to himself. He had written the letter ages ago and wanted to mail it to you as a cute gesture, but you had broken up with him the day after he had written it, and demanded all of your stuff back.

Jeongin held up his half, analyzing the piece of paper. He had the ending of the letter.

The boy caught sight of you at your bedroom window, staring from across the complex. You held up your half and smiled at him.

You had the start of the letter.

( THE LETTER )

I know this is sudden, ____.

But I wanted to send this to you because you mean a lot to me, more than I initially thought. I just want to talk to you all the time, and thinking about you puts the biggest smile on my face. I want to send you letters like this every week. No, everyday. And I want to fill your mailbox up with love notes and other things I hope you'll find adorable and wholesome so that when you go outside to open it, it explodes in an endless supply of my affection and my words kind of just fall around you. And you can think, "Wow, Jeongin really likes me. He likes me." Because I do like you.

Okay. That was pretty cheesy of me. It's only the truth, though. I have real romantic feelings for you, and I've been thinking about how much I like you for awhile now.

I remember when you stomped up the steps to the platform of the L train just a few months ago. You looked pissed and about ready to kill me. I won't lie to you, I was fearing for my life and I thought, "This is it. This is how I go. At the hands of a beautiful human." But you didn't kill me. You grabbed me by my shirt collar and you gave me a quick kiss and said, "I like your stupid ass." Not the most romantic confession, but it's the only confession I've ever gotten. It's the only confession I want and need.

And I remember you tripping and falling right after. I wanted to carry your bookbag for you, but you wouldn't let me. We kept asking each other why. "Why can't I carry it?" I asked, "Why do you want to carry it?" You asked. "Because I want to," I would say and then you would yell at me and tell me to give your bookbag back. We looked like ten-year-olds.

The train had pulled in and you tried to grab my hand and lead me inside, but you tripped over my foot and fell down instead. You fell so hard you started crying and I panicked inside. But when I rubbed your back and asked if you were okay, you said you were upset that you made me miss the train. I offered you my hand and you took, and now, I want to hold your hand forever.

So yeah, I like you a lot. I'm sorry it took so long for me to say it. I can't wait to see where we go from here.

With love, Jeongin.

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