#i genuinely laughed when he said the nurse and i realised

[two-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

listening to malevolent 46 and when John mentioned lily my first thought was the cow bc I somehow forgot the whole ass person he named the cow after

[sunraies]

Rafe x Sleepy! Reader where he freaks out that she’s not answering her Phone and thinks The worst scenario that she’s sick of him, cheating etc. But It gets better when she calls him while he’s with The boys and she’s in her pj’s telling him she just woke up and asking what happened that made him call so many times 🥹

Sleepy baby

As requested above

Warnings - insecurities, toxic thoughts, drug use, drinking, and mentions of sex. Ending fluff.

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16 hours ago, you posted to your insta story. 16 hours since you'd been laughing, smiling, singing, and dancing into the camera. Music pumping and disco lights blazing as you partied into the night.

You looked so happy, surrounded by your college friends. Some he knew, and some he didn't. He wished he could have been there with you. Long distance was slowly killing him, he was sure of it.

Although he'd been uneasy about you going so far away, things had been working out. He visited as often as he could, and you came home for the holidays. But it was moments like this when he started to doubt it all. His mind would spiral.

At first, he thought there was a reasonable explanation for you not texting him when you made it home and for not responding to his messages. You were probably to tired and drunk, simply forgotten.

But as the hours ticked by and multiple messages and phone calls later, his mind began to wander to darker places. You didn't need him anymore. You had finally realised it. You had found someone else. Someone else had found you.

You were a college student, you didn't need some hometown boyfriend dragging you down, you had finally decided to live your best life. Without him. Party, sex and drugs.

Well, two could play at that game. The moment Topper had told him about a party happening, he immediately said he would go. Fuck it, he was still the Kook King, he knew how to party, how to have any person he wanted.

The problem was that you were the only person he wanted. After a few drinks, he found himself where he normally ended up at parties. Sat with his boys, Topper, Kelce, and Barry, nursing a beer, smoking a blunt, doing a few lines, and glazing into the fire pit as the sky of endless stars shone above them.

"Bro, that's like the billionth time you checked your phone." Topper pointed out as Rafe pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket again.

"What's up, Little Miss Havard ghosting you?" Barry teased as he through arm an over Rafe's shoulders.

"Fuck off" Rafe tried to shake his arm off before sighing as looked at his phone again.

All that stared back at him was you as his lock screen and a couple of notifications, but none from you.

"Oh, shit. You really think she is?" Barry's smirk dropped, suddenly noticing his friend genuinely down about something.

"She's probably just busy," Kelce tried to reassure him. "You know with essays and shit. I mean, I have a shit ton, and that's just online"

Out of everyone in their little friend circle, you were the only one who moved the furthest away. Topper was on a gap year, Kelce was doing online courses, Barry was dealing, and Rafe had to follow in Ward's footsteps. A few of your friends did gap years.

Rafe nodded slowly. "What if, what if she's do -" He didn't finish his sentence as his phone screen suddenly lit up. 'FACETIME - Baby 😍 💍'

He nearly dropped his phone in the panic of answering it. For a spilt second, he thought about letting it ring out of spite. You'd not answered any of his. But he couldn't do it, for all the spiralling his mind had been doing. He needed to talk to you.

"Rafe, hey, you ok?" You looked so sleepy as you rubbed your eye. "I'm so sorry, I've been asleep all day"

If he could have jumped into the screen and kissed you in that moment, he would have. You looked so adorable, hair in a mess, no makeup, clearly sat in your dorm room bed as he recognised the bed sheets and the tapestry on the wall behind you.

What made his heart warm the most was that you were in one of his t-shirts. One of many you had borrowed/stolen.

He knew he was smiling at his screen like a complete goof. But he didn't care.

"Where are you?" You asked, trying to work out the noises around him and odd lighting of the fire pit. "Why did you call so much? Everything ok?" You asked, concerned.

"Everything's good, baby," He smiled. "Just at a party with the boys." He turned the phone around to show them

"God, Rafe, no don-" Too late, there you was in all you sleepiness. Proudly held up on his phone screen.

"Mrs Country Club!" Barry greeted as the others said "yo" and "hey"

You awkwardly waved and smiled as your cheeks burned before Rafe turned the phone back him.

"Well, I better not keep you from the party. As long as everything is ok?" You could tell something wasn't quite right, but didn't push it. He'd tell you in his own time. He always did.

"Everything is fine, my sleepy baby." He smiled, not giving a shit if the others heard.

"Alright, see you this weekend? Facetime tomorrow?" You smiled as he nodded before saying I love yous.

"Aww, my sleepy baby. Sleepy bab-" Barry teased before Rafe pushed him. Causing his chair to topple backwards onto the grass. Making everyone who witnessed laugh.

He glanced at his phone one last time, seeing you smiling face on his lock screen and new message 'Baby 😍💍 - I really do love you ❤️😘'

[inkedobsidian]

~ accidental co-parents ~

prompt: #26 “It was a joke baby, I swear.”

summary: Jin-Man is jealous that Y/N has spent her whole day taking care of Ji-An

pairing: Jeong Jin-Man x Reader

warnings: just fluff icl

word count: 870

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas

Master-List - Prompts

It had been nearly 3 days of Y/N curled up in a chair at Ji-An’s bedside. They didn’t really know what was going on with Ji-An but the constant fever and puking just led to Y/N taking up temporary residence on the shitty chair at Ji-An’s bedside. Jin-Man did what he could, bringing coffee to Y/N every couple of hours and delivering the 3 meals they needed to eat but other than that he kept his distance.

Jin-Man didn’t realise how lonely the house would feel with the 2 of them cooped up in that room and maybe it was also the fact that because Ji-An has not been at school that he hasn’t spent anytime with Y/N. Even if they didn’t speak it was the way they existed around each other that he missed. Handing each other coffee’s without spoken words just because you know the other one.

It was almost as if she could hear him thinking about her because she was walking out of Ji-An’s bedroom holding a small damp towel. She walked in silence not wanting to wake Ji-An up but the minute she caught eye contact with Jin-Man she shot him a smile and proceeded straight to the kitchen. He decided to move from his position on the couch and towards the sink.

“Y/N L/N. Are you going to be a nurse for every generation of my family?” Jin-Man joked quietly as Y/N was rinsing the small towel with cold water, a trick to try and keep Ji-An’s temperature down. Y/N had been Jin-Man’s right hand in Babylon and she was the one that patched him up the most, from there it was so natural for her to care for Ji-An in the same way.

“At least Ji-An is a good patient. That stings… that’s too tight… can you rewrap it.” Y/N deepens her voice to mock a moaning and in pain Jin-Man earning a quick hmm from the man himself. Y/N laughed after finishing the voice and turned the tap off beginning to ring out the towel so it was damp not dripping.

“I am brilliant while in pain, I am however bored out my mind in this house alone. How fast can you cure whatever this is.” Jin-Man had opened up and started speaking more casually with Y/N the more she was around and now they’d lived together for 5 years it was like he couldn’t exist alone. Y/N tried to hide the smile on her face when he so casually says that he misses her, even if that’s not exactly what he said. Y/N couldn’t believe that Ji-An was sick and he was here being clingy and jealous, she had to try her hardest to supress a laugh.

“Is there a way to cure you of your need to bother me?” Honestly if it was any other scenario then Jin-Man would’ve known that Y/N was just joking with him but maybe genuinely missing her made him take that a little too to heart. When he didn’t say anything Y/N looked up to see genuine hurt across his face and the shock of his reaction genuinely surprised her.

“It was a joke baby, I swear.” Y/N laughed finally turning her body away from the sink and finally facing towards Jin-Man. Then it was like a second wave of shock hit him.

“Baby..?” Jin-Man repeated it because he thought he didn’t hear her correctly. Then it was time for Y/N to realise what she said, maybe sleeping in the chair was starting to make her loose it. She stood there frozen with the towel in her hands trying to look anywhere in the kitchen that wasn’t the man stood in front of her. Then she finally darted her eyes to look at him and he was there looking at her with a look she’d not seen before. There was a softness behind his eyes that was new, of course he cared for and trusted her but this was different.

It was very easy for both of them to blur the lines the longer they lived together. When you’re on missions it’s different, it’s life and death. Here in the house, taking care of Ji-An and raising her together it was domestically normal. (If you ignore the black market website they run together) Almost as if it was like fate had decided to save this conversation for another day there were small footsteps from the hallway and a very sick and nauseous Ji-An rounded the corner.

“I’ll take care of her you look like you need to sleep in a real bed.” Jin-Man whispered towards Y/N as he gently took the small towel out of her hand placing it on the kitchen side. He moved the hair out of her face and gave her a small kiss on the forehead before picking up the towel again and walking back to the bedroom with Ji-An. Y/N just stood there in the kitchen for an extra second waiting for them to retreat to the bedroom but she heard one last thing from the hallway from a very sleepy and sick 14 year old that she probably wasn’t supposed to.

“Have you finally told her you like her?”

[poundingprincess]

Blushing and Beeps

Here’s another, much, much longer piece about a cardiophile couple below the cut! It might be slightly unrealistic because I don’t know if vital sign monitors actually have audio or not, but oh well!

Summary: a cardiophile woman who’s just had an operation (successful - we love fluff over here) and her cardiophile boyfriend enjoy how the vital signs monitor has an audible ECG. (Mostly fluffy, somewhat smutty? Nothing explicit.)

Ryan can tell when the anaesthesia has worn off because Jessie is no longer slurring her words, but the biggest giveaway is how her wide eyes dart back and forth between the vital sign monitor and her boyfriend’s face.

“You good, baby?” he chuckles, amused at how her eyeballs seem to be playing ping pong - up to the monitor containing her heart rate, blood oxygen saturation and respiratory rate on her left, then up to him sitting in the chair on her right.

“I didn’t- I didnt realise it was audible,” Jessie stammers, referring to the high pitched beep, beep, beep in time with each heartbeat.

“You were pretty out of it, but I didn’t expect it to affect your hearing too. You seemed to reply to me pretty fine.”

His eyes study her face - she’s avoiding his gaze, a telltale sign that she’s feeling shy. He fights the urge to smirk - it would be pure evil in how flustered she’s getting, right?

“Well,” he snorts, “not exactly fine, you were saying some weird things…”

“Shit,” she hisses, dropping her voice to a whisper, “I didn’t mention… you know, did I?”

He laughs, a little too loudly, then covers his mouth, not wanting to wake anyone.

“No, baby,” he smiles, leaning in towards her ear, “you didn’t mention your raging heartbeat kink.”

He pulls back, relishing the sight before him - a bright red paints her cheeks. Their gaze remains locked for half a dozen or so rapid beeps before he averts his eyes over to the monitor.

“85 BPM, huh?”

“Funny how you said it was my you-know-what,” she teases, “I haven’t looked at the number once.”

“Liar,” he scoffs, “now that you’re not preoccupied with your surgery worries, I’m sure you have space in that kinky little brain of yours to indulge while you can.”

Jessie realises he has a pretty good point - she wasn’t able to enjoy the ECG and the pulse oximeter earlier because she was so tense. But now the stakes are practically zero, so indulging in her cardiophilia kink would be a low risk, high reward activity. And a good way to relax.

But is it ethical? And how, exactly? It’s not like she can rub one out or fuck in the middle of a ward.

She glances down at her boyfriend’s crotch and is greeted by what’s at least a semi peeking through his sweatpants.

“Uh,” she giggles, “Ryan-”

“Don’t,” he groans, being the one to blush now, “I know.”

“Sooo, how come?”

“I-” he sighs, leaning in again, not wanting anyone to hear, “I promise you I wasn’t like this before. I couldn’t be, not when I was stressed - I promise that I am turned off as fuck when there’s a genuine medical reason as to why your heart is being monitored.”

“Trust me,” she smiles, feeling strangely relieved and even more fond of him (if that was possible), “I couldn’t be either. It’s funny how context plays a big part.”

“I think it’s because I know you’re okay now. Like you normally are when your heart’s the focus of my attention.”

She bites her lip. “I can’t lie, knowing that you can hear every beat right now is so fucking hot.”

“God,” he groans, and she shivers from his hot breath against her ear, “it is. It’s making me want to make it even faster.”

As if they’re both thinking the same thing - what effect did that have? - they glance at the monitor in unison.

83 BPM.

“I really wanna see a PVC on the ECG in live time,” she whispers, “but I don’t know if that’d set off the alarm.”

“Tr-”

Before he can agree that it might be risky, the curtain is pulled open by a too-cheery nurse.

“Jessie!” he smiles, “good to see you more alert. I’m just going to run some obs if that’s alright.”

Ryan flashes a discrete wink in her direction as the nurse reaches around his neck to retrieve his stethoscope. Stethoscopes have always been his girlfriend’s kryptonite.

“O-Okay.”

“Is that a Littman?” Ryan asks, moving his hands in front of him to cover his semi.

Fuck, Jessie thinks, I am going to kill him. His tone of voice would be perceived as innocent to anyone else, but only Jessie - just as intended - is able to hear the air of ‘I enjoy flustering you, my love’ that his question is laced with.

“Uhhh,” the nurse murmurs, turning over the bell (but thankfully not his face towards Ryan), “yeah, it is! Do you work in healthcare?”

“No,” he says, before a hearty laugh escapes his throat. “No, I, uh- it’s a cliché, right?”

“I mean, they’re the best of the best,” the nurse shrugs, “clear heart sounds are essential for diagnosing things like heart murmurs-”

He clears his throat, interrupting himself. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling. I forget that I can’t nerd out to people like you guys.”

“Yeah,” Jessie says shakily, forcing herself to laugh a little.

If only the poor nurse knew.

“Alright,” he sighs, “it looks like I can’t get this under your annoyingly long gown without the bottom being lifted up. Is that okay?”

Jessie nods, her tongue darting out of her mouth to wet her suddenly dry lips. She hikes up her gown to the middle of her torso, grateful that she’s wearing underwear - the only man who’d ever be allowed to listen to her heartbeat whilst she’s naked was not the one currently holding the stethoscope!

It takes everything in her to not whimper as the diaphragm touches her chest.

She wonders if the nurse can still hear the beeps of the vital signs monitor, then realises that both her and her boyfriend can hear just what he can, minus the lub-dubs of the valves. Knowing that they can both hear how fast her heart is racing makes her clit pulse.

Jessie looks at the nurse and prays he doesn’t see her eyes widening. When she realises he’s looking past her, she lets herself quickly look at the BPM displayed on the monitor.

85 BPM. Real cool, Jess, her inner monologue tuts.

Her eyes dart back over to her smirking boyfriend. As smug as he’s trying to appear right now, his cheeks are also flushed, which amuses her.

“Take a deep breath in for me and hold it, please.”

Jessie’s cheeks burn as she complies.

As she holds her breath, she can feel her heart beating harder against her chest. Against the diaphragm. Her clit throbs again - it’s all becoming too much for her, and she’s sinking into that sweet, fuzzy headspace of submission.

“And exhale for me.”

Her exhale is embarrassingly shaky, and she hopes it isn’t picked up on.

The nurse pulls the diaphragm away, and Jessie is reluctant to let herself relax. Surely he’s going to auscultate her chest throughly, or go to her back next, but he doesn’t.

“Sounds good,” he nods. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

The couple watch him put the stethoscope back around his neck and smile at them before walking out and closing the curtain again.

The second the curtain closes, Ryan stands and stares at Jessie in disbelief.

“I didn’t know “some obs” meant a brief listen to tricuspid before fucking off.”

“Ry!” she gasps. “Don’t be so rude.”

“I’m not!” he says, throwing his hands up in the air, “I’m just saying that I would’ve done a much better job at listening to you and making sure you were okay.”

The look in her boyfriend’s eyes - a stern gaze of lust and possessiveness - combined with his words makes Jessie swallow. She feels so small and protected right now.

“I know,” she whispers, as he walks towards the bed.

Ryan sits down on the bed and leans forward, brushing a few stray hairs behind Jessie’s ear. He leaves a long, gentle kiss on her cheek, then leans back and stares into her eyes.

“Listening to your heartbeat is a fucking privilege, Jess. It’s the thing that keeps you being you - my beautiful girl.”

Jessie can’t fight the smile that tugs at her lips in response to his affection.

“I know it’s silly, but I was worried while you were under. You know, like, what if you didn’t wake up or something.”

She giggles. “You know that’s rare, right?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “couldn’t help it though.”

A warm fondness fills Jessie’s chest - her boyfriend wasn’t usually one to be so lovey-dovey and vulnerable, so he must’ve really been worried.

It’s the worry that’s making him so affectionate… right? Surely not being able to hear every beat of his girlfriend’s heart?

Ryan places his hand in the centre of her torso, a hesitant look on his face. “Can I?”

She bites her lip. “You know it’ll probably make me… you know… right?”

“What?” he whispers, “horny?”

Jessie nods.

“Are you comfortable with being horny here? It’s totally okay and understandable if not.”

“Yeah,” she gasps, “I mean, I already, uh…”

She swallows and squeezes her eyes shut, suddenly shy and unable to finish her sentence.

“Awww,” Ryan laughs, “does being stethed really have that much of an effect on you?”

“Mhmmm,” Jessie squeaks, her eyes still closed.

Ryan taps in time with each beep of Jessie’s pounding heart against her sternum. “Can I move my hand up, love?”

Jessie frantically nods her head, and Ryan’s heart skips a beat at the view - his girlfriend looking utterly adorable and flustered, her cheeks bright red.

He drops his voice to a low, quiet rumble. “Use your words, princess.”

“P-Please,” she murmurs, “please feel my heart racing for you.”

Ryan beams at her, and wishes she could see how precious he thinks she is.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he coos as he places his hand over her left boob.

Jessie does, and is flooded with complete overwhelm that sends a warm pool of pleasure straight to her lower stomach.

Her boyfriend’s bright blue eyes filled with love, the rapid beeps of her heart rate filling the space between them, his hand placed firmly over her heart… it’s all so much, making her involuntarily whimper.

And then they both feel it - her heart stumbles against his hand.

If they weren’t so caught up in the moment, they would’ve heard it too - a very messy beep-beep, beep.

Their heads both immediately snap over to the continuous ECG on the monitor, and there it is - a tall peak followed by a pretty little dip in the graph, along with a reading of 90 BPM.

Jessie’s cheeks burn at the sight - she feels like she’s just been caught doing something utterly filthy. Her boyfriend just gave her a PVC, and there’s undeniable proof in front of them both.

And he’s going to milk this to tease her with forever.

“What was that, hmmm?” he teases.

“Oh, God,” Jessie groans, burying her head in her hands. “At least it didn’t cause some kind of sound like I was worried it would.”

“Nuh-uh,” Ryan says firmly, gently pulling her hands away from her face, “you’re going to look at me and tell me what that was.”

“You know what that was!” she whines. “You’re so evil!”

“I want to hear you say it,” he grins.

“PVC,” she huffs in a hurry, unable to make eye contact.

“I guess I’ll accept that,” he chuckles, “what caused it, huh?”

“I-I don’t know! I just feel so…”

“Exposed? Vulnerable? Observed?” Ryan offers, repositioning their hands into Jessie’s lap.

“All of those,” she breathes, “how’d you know?”

He can’t help but smile. “Because if I were you, I’d be feeling the exact same way. I’m fucking dying to get home and listen to her beat for me.”

“You kinda already can, though.”

“I can hear how fast she’s beating, but I can’t hear her.”

“Put your head on my chest?” Jessie asks.

“That’s an offer I’ll never refuse.”

Jessie shuffles to the right side and Ryan walks around the bed to lay on the left.

“I wish the monitor was on the other side,” he groans as he gets comfy, “I’d love to see the electrical activity as I listen.”

“I think we should buy a portable ECG,” Jessie muses. “Hey, watch the electrodes! You’re not supposed to even be in this bed.”

“Sorry, baby,” Ryan laughs, “I don’t know where to put my head. I kinda forgot about these because they were covered.”

Jessie pulls up her gown, making Ryan accidentally moan at the sight.

He clamps a hand over his mouth. “I hope no one heard that,” he grimaces.

“So… you like?” Jessie asks, her voice coming out smaller than she’d have liked - she was going for sexy, and ended up seeming timid instead.

“Fuck, baby,” Ryan breathes, “I love. Can I take a picture?”

“You can take a video if you want. Of all of this.”

Ryan jumps up from the bed and grabs his phone from the chair. He stands at the foot of Jessie’s bed and nods as he hits record.

Ryan walks over to the viral signs monitor.

“86 BPM,” he hums, “babygirl’s been loving this. We witnessed a PVC on this a minute ago too.”

His phone pans over to Jessie who doesn’t know what to do with her face or her hands. She settles for a wave.

“Pull up your gown, princess. Show me how pretty you look with the electrodes on your skin.”

Jessie complies, her clit throbbing at his praise.

“So gorgeous,” Ryan murmurs, “looks like we’ll be buying ourselves a portable ECG.”

He then pans his phone down to the outline of the boner in his sweatpants.

“I’ve been loving all of this too,” he says, dropping his voice to a whisper, “I wish we could listen to her heartbeat as she cums for me.”

Ryan locks his phone, throws it on the chair and climbs back into bed next to a speechless, blushing Jessie.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

Jessie gasps and nods, already breathless.

His hands cup her cheeks as he pulls her head towards his.

Jessie wishes she could focus on both the rapid beeping of her heart rate and how soft and warm his lips are, but the latter seems to be winning.

Ryan softly sucks on her lower lip, and Jessie gasps into his mouth.

“You like that, baby?” he murmurs against her lips.

“I’m so wet,” she whispers, “I need you so badly.”

“Not today, princess, I’m sorry,” he whispers back, “you have to be a good patient, don’t you?”

Jessie shivers at “good patient” - somehow it hits just as much as “good girl” does for her. Probably because she’s spent countless hours fantasising about Ryan being a pervy doctor who rewards his good cardiophile patients with lots of praise and attention on their hearts.

“Can we roleplay this? When we buy the portable ECG?” Jessie asks, eyes still closed and lips still touching Ryan’s.

“If you’re a good patient.”

“Fuck,” she breathes, “stop calling me that.”

“Why?” he asks, his voice laced with amusement, “will you have another PVC for me?”

“Maybe,” she giggles, before closing the distance again.

One of Ryan’s hands travels up to Jessie’s neck - a safe place to feel her pulse, since there’s no electrodes there. He pushes his pointer and middle finger against her carotid vein in classic fashion.

Jessie can’t help but whimper at how awfully clinical that, and all of this is.

Ryan pulls away and admires the mess he’s turned Jessie into - her parted lips slightly swollen, heavy breaths escaping them, and her eyes wide and desperate, screaming I need you.

“I’m not risking us getting caught,” he laughs, fondly. He glances over at the vital signs monitor and smiles.

“20 breaths a minute, huh? Do I really make you that breathless, baby?”

“I guess so,” Jessie pants, both loving and loathing his constant (and secretly successful) attempts at flustering her.

“Well, you know what I say - good girls get to breathe, so breathe for me, sweetheart.”

“I already am!” she laughs.

“No, no,” Ryan playfully tuts, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Look into my eyes and breathe when I tell you to, like a good girl.”

“Fine,” Jessie whines, squeezing her thighs together.

“Breathe in and keep looking at me,” he says.

Jessie complies, butterflies swarming in her stomach.

“And out.”

Jessie exhales, but Ryan tuts again.

“That was too quick of an exhale, my love. We want to slow your breathing down, don’t we? Try again.”

Jessie breathes in again and waits for Ryan’s instruction to breathe out, but it seems to be taking a while.

He has a cheeky grin on his face, almost testing his girlfriend’s ability to be obedient. The longer she’s holding her breath, the more prominent each of Jessie’s heartbeats are, which doesn’t help with her horniness.

“And breathe out.”

Jessie tries her best to exhale for as long as possible, but she really wants to complain, so she second she thinks she’d exhaled for long enough, she groans.

“Fucking hell, Ry, I’m not a swimmer! I can’t hold my breath for that long.”

���Don’t worry,” he says, “I was only messing with you, I like you alive and breathing, and you could’ve breathed whenever you wanted. But look, it worked.”

Jessie looks at her respiratory rate, which now reads 12 breaths a minute.

“Much better,” he says softly, “good girl. That heart rate is looking better now too - 68.”

“You know that talking about it makes it higher, right?”

Ryan can’t contain the massive, cheesy smile that stretches across his face at her cuteness. “I love you so fucking much.”

He never thought he’d find someone like him - someone with such a niché turn on. But he did, and she’s his, and she’s okay.

“I love you too,” Jessie purrs, “I wish you could always see just what you do to my heart.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Whose heart?” he jokingly asks.

“Oh, yeah,” Jessie giggles, “my bad. Your heart.”

Suddenly, the curtain opens again.

“What’s all this about hearts?” the nurse from earlier asks.

“Oh, you know,” Ryan says, trying to play it cool, “the usual romantic shit, nothing medical.”

The couple lock eyes, Jessie’s sending a silent plea of my heart rate’s about to go up if he steths me again and Ryan’s saying I hope you’re getting discharged.

[ada7201]

bllk boys …

with a clutz s/o! < hcs >

gn! reader

part 1 ⭠ ★ part 2 with Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Reo ⭢ part 3

note: if you have anything you want me to write, please suggest me some things! ( ˘ ³˘)

Isagi Yoichi

he tries really hard not to laugh

but he can’t help the little giggle he lets out

of course he helps you up, though

the way you always manage to get yourself into clumsy situations really confuses him

sometimes catches you the hood of your jacket (if you’re wearing one)

he tried to teach you ways to be slightly less clumsy, such as watching your step and other things but he ended up falling himself. (he never tried that again)

doesn’t let you do anything such as hold your bags, open a door, etc.

partly because it’s the “gentlemanly” thing to do, and also because he just doesn’t want you to trip over your feet and break something.

like Kaiser, he hates seeing people laugh at you or make fun of you when you slip up

you and Isagi were at a cafe, just eating and chatting with each other as the morning went by. it was a nice day, the sun was shining - the temperature wasn’t too hot, or too cold. it was just right. almost a perfect day for the two of you.

“really?” you’d ask with a smile on your face, your dominant hand reaching out to pick up your cup.

“mhm.” Isagi would nod with a matching smile, which soon faded when he realised what was going to happen -

CRASH!!

“oh.” Isagi sighed, chucking softly at your mistake. you sat there, eyes wide as an embarrassed blush covered your cheeks. really? again?

the people around you began to laugh and giggle, some giving dirty looks. Isagi watched as you sunk into your seat, ashamed at how you managed to break the cup.

“what are you all laughing at?” Isagi would announce, eyebrows furrowed angrily as he turned to the other people around you. “this isn’t a show for you to laugh at! mind your own business!” he’d add with a huff, before turning back to you. “i’m sorry, love.” he then said, staring lovingly into your eyes.

“you didn’t have to do that… it was my fault.” you mumbled shyly, avoiding eye contact with him - until you felt his hand gently touch your chin, turning you to look into his eyes.

“don’t ever say that again. it was a simple mistake, i love you and your clumsiness.” he’d smile reassuringly.

he did get a little upset about having to pay the cafe back for the broken cup, but got over it after a few kisses.

Meguru Bachira

he absolutely adores your clumsiness

it was probably one of the main reasons he fell for you.

you were walking (carefully) along the halls of an art gallery, making sure not to break anything as you looked at each art piece. that was, until you bumped into someone - causing the two of you to topple onto the floor.

“i-I’m sorry!” you would squeal, immediately hopping off of the mystery person as you apologised profusely afterwards. only for them to respond with - a giggle?

“you’re cute!” a sweet voice would say, sitting up and looking right into your eyes. Bachira would smile happily, watching the way your cheeks seemed to get warmer.

“oh- uh! thank you!” you responded nervously, looking back up at the handsome man in front of you.

“you wanna walk around with me?” he asked, followed by a childish giggle as he grabbed your hand and helped you up.

he most likely falls with you every time you fall

and a lot of the time, he’s the reason you fall!

makes it a habit to step on the back of your shoe.

has a photo album of you fallen over.

buys you cheesy shirts that say things like “i’m clumsy”

claps and has a whole celebration when you pass a record of how long you can go without having a little mishap. (not in a mean way, like he is genuinely excited for you. you know?)

finds you the cutest thing ever and loves to tease you about your clumsiness

Seishiro Nagi

at first, he thought you were a hassle.

you were a clumsy girl, even growing up - so it was no surprise when you ended up in the nurse’s office for tripping down the stairs. Nagi and Reo were there for other reasons, but they couldn’t help but notice the way the nurse sighed when you came in - was this a regular occurrence?

“y/n again?” one of the other nurses would whisper as you came closer - was your nose bleeding?

“what’s up with that girl?” Reo would chuckle to Nagi, who was staring intently at the way you walked.

“is she limping?” Nagi asked curiously.

“i mean, it looks like it…” Reo responded, watching the way you had a slight limp and - you had fallen over again. right in front of Nagi and Reo. you groaned, sitting up on the floor as you sighed. it didn’t seem to bother you that much, which intrigued the pair. Nagi thought it must’ve been a hassle for you to be so - so - clumsy?

“y/n, at this point i think you need a wheelchair.” a nurse would say, chuckling.

“not even that could help the poor girl. she’d probably end up falling out of it!” another would reply, a grin on her face.

“is she really gonna let that slide?” Nagi would whisper to Reo - who was simply watching as you struggled to get up. “what a hassle.” he added. “Reo, help her up.”

Reo did what Nagi had said, holding his hand in front of your face.

“y/n, right? here.” Reo said with a polite smile.

it took him a while to realise he actually wanted to help you.

like, he’d always get Reo to do it - until he started getting jealous. like, why was Reo holding your hand?

when the two of you started dating, it was a bit of a shock to Reo, but he was happy of course

was very surprised whenever he saw Nagi help you.

he literally hates it whenever you feel insecure about your clumsiness. like he’d overhear you just mumbling to yourself saying things like “i’m too much of a hassle to him -“ before he interrupts you with a big fat hug.

he doesn’t like to let you hear his gaming setup, because of that one time you almost tripped over the wires - but still allows you to be near him.

he doesnt want you to feel sad or lonely!

tries to comfort you, but he’s not very good at that

keeps a pack of bandages that Reo bought for Nagi to give to you in his bag or pocket, for if you ever hurt yourself

when you were all at school together Nagi absolutely refused to let you to the nurse’s office and got Reo to find some dirt on the nurses.

nobody hurts his clumsy baby’s feelings >:(

Reo Mikage

he finds your clumsiness super cute, and isn’t bothered by it at all

he was slightly surprised at first, but is always patient with you

he chuckles every now and then when you fall in a funny way or situation, but apologised after.

when you first came over to his house, he spent ages organising his room so it would be the neatest and almost impossible for you to trip or break something.

has you go places in his limo. he can’t risk you falling over in the streets.

he buys you plasters with cute designs on them that he knows you’ll like

sometimes forgets you’re a bit of a clutz so he turns to look at something - and you’re staring at him with a shattered phone in your hands and a nervous expression on your face.

he bought you a new phone after that - along with a screen protector.

“you’re so cute, y/n. it’s my pleasure” he’d smile, giving you a hug. “i’ll get you anything you want, and you don’t have to worry about breaking it! because i’ll just get you another.” he chuckled, kissing your cheek gently.

“thank you, Reo!” you would say, hugging the purple haired male back. “you’re so sweet!”

He’d simply chuckle, pulling back from the hug to pat your head.

gets super happy whenever you fix something yourself, like - you dropped his favourite plate or something and the next day you’ve got the same plate but glued together.

he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever!

always ties your shoelaces.

“Reo, you don’t have to do this.” you would say, looking down at Reo who was on one knee and tying your laces.

“no, but i want to.” he’d respond with a smirk, giving your shoe a little tap before standing back up.

“now you can blame me if you trip over!” he’d add, kissing your forehead sweetly, intertwining his fingers with yours as he held your hand.

he gives you piggybacks if he can (Nagi likes to have that privilege most of the time…)

[ageingfangirl2]

A Reason To Come Back! Shanks (OPLA) Part 1

Reader is a mermaid who washed up close to death in Luffy's village and made a home for themselves. Shanks comes back and tries to convince y/n to join his crew. Shanks x Female Reader.

Part 2

Y/N

It had been six months since you found yourself washed up on the shores of Foosha Village, bloody and close to death after watching your family die at the hands of pirates and making a dangerous escape. At first the village was stunned that a girl washed up beaten and bloody, then it turned into shock when they saw your shimmering tail and realised mermaids were real and not myth. Luckily when on shore you grew legs so you managed to blend in.

After being nursed back to health you decided to stay in the village because everyone was so nice to you. Being a mermaid meant you had a knack for fishing so were able to provide a lot of fish to eat and sell, and if Makino needed help you helped in the tavern. This is where you meet a young boy called Luffy who dreams of being a pirate.

Luffy took an immediate shine to you, following you around and asking lots of questions about the sea. You weren't a fan of pirate questions and after a talking to from Makino he didn't mention pirates around you often. Luffy was like a little brother, he had an adorable if not energetic personality which meant you had to keep an eye on him. He loved to watch you swim in the cove near your house, gushing over your tail and how cool it was he knew a mermaid.

He told you tales of a pirate called Shanks and his crew and how they were amazing pirates. It was hard to believe a pirate crew could exist that didn't always use violence to get what they wanted. Luffy missed Shanks and promised to introduce you to him when he eventually came back.

SHANKS

'Hey captain, where's Luffy? Usually, he'd be the first to greet us,' Yasopp calls out.

I walked across the deck and to my surprise Luffy was nowhere in sight. had something happened to him? I'd have to ask Makino because this was very odd.

After ordering the crew to unload I head towards the tavern, genuinely concerned for Luffy, yes he could be a little annoying but his enthusiasm more than made up for that.

Makino smiles as I enter the empty tavern, 'ah you're back Shanks. What's wrong?'

'Have you seen Luffy? He wasn't at the dock.'

Makino stops sweeping and chuckles, 'Now that's a first. He's probably at the cove with y/n. How she puts up with him I'll never know.'

y/n, that name wasn't familiar, maybe they were new in town, 'who is she?'

Makino hums, 'washed up on the beach six months ago beaten nearly to death, but that's not all, turns out mermaids are real. Luffy is obsessed with her.'

I'd been sailing the sea for years and had heard stories and rumours about mermaids but never thought they were real. I guess I'd go find Luffy and this mermaid y/n.

'She has a past with pirates so be careful, though I'm pretty sure Luffy has her convinced your crew are good pirates.'

I nod and head back out of the tavern, curious why y/n had a past with pirates if mermaids hardly showed themselves.

The cove wasn't a long walk, and I could already hear Luffy talking away at a mile a minute, while a girl laughed, I had to stop for a second because the laugh was a little hypnotizing. The stories said it was sirens with voices to lure ships to their demise, but maybe that also applied to mermaids.

I lean against the rock wall and take in the sight in front of me. In the water was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, and I wasn't being biased because we had the same hair colour. Her facial expression was soft and there was a twinkle behind her eyes as she laughed along with Luffy. I was also a man and despite her long wet hair covering her shell-covered breasts, she had a body. Her tail was also the same shade of red as her hair but shimmered when the sun hit it in the water

'HEY SHANKS!' Luffy shouts, snapping me out of my thoughts.

'Didn't see you at the dock so I came to find you,' I direct at Luffy before turning my full attention to the girl who was watching me with curious eyes, 'and you must be y/n, it's a pleasure to meet you.'

y/n smiles, 'You're the infamous Shanks, I've heard a lot about you from this one.'

I rub my head, 'why am I afraid to ask?'

y/n laughs, and again I find myself enthralled, she had to have some kind of power, 'he has a big imagination.'

Luffy puffs out his chest, 'When I get my own ship and crew y/n is going to join my crew, aren't you y/n?'

y/n's smile falters for a split second but she quickly composed herself, 'Maybe I'm not ready to head out to sea yet Luffy. Now shouldn't you be going to help Makino?'

Luffy jumps up from where he was perched, 'See you later y/n, you coming to Shanks?'

I put my hand up, 'I'll follow after you. Go ahead Luffy.'

The boy nods and runs past me. y/n swims up to the rocks and rests her hands on the rocks before resting her chin on them and staring at me, 'first time seeing a mermaid?' she asks.

I nod and crouch down, 'yeah, bit odd and I've seen some things while travelling. Makino told me you washed up on the beach, is that why you hate pirates?'

y/n bites her lip and nods, 'a pirate crew found the cove my family were resting in. Mermaids can live on the land, and we grow legs, but we prefer the water. They skinned the scales off my parents and siblings' tails like you do to a fish, I remember hearing them screaming because to mermaids our scales are like skin so imagine you're skin being peeled off while you're still alive Shanks.'

That was a lot to digest, 'I'm sorry, that must have been hard for you.'

y/n nods and uses her hands to push herself out of the water, and like magic her tail turns into human legs, but she isn't naked like the stories said, instead she was wearing a wet dress that clung to her body in all the right places.

'I told myself I wouldn't go back into the sea until those pirates were gone, so I guess I'm stuck here. But I have Luffy and the other villagers to keep me company.'

An idea forms in my head, 'what if my crew made those pirates go away. Would you return to the sea?'

y/n tilts her head to the side as she approaches me, 'Maybe. I don't have anywhere to go though. I'd be all alone.'

'Then join my crew,' I say without a second thought.

[loveinhawkins]

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The telltale catch in Steve’s breathing evens out far too quickly for it to be natural. Eddie can feel how he repeatedly holds his breath for a few brutal seconds at a time, trying to force his crying to a stop. It’s done so thoroughly, so efficiently, that Eddie is left with the unavoidable conclusion that it’s a practised skill; that at some point, Steve must have taught himself to cry silently—and to get it over and done with as quickly as possible.

Steve lifts his head up slowly from Eddie’s shoulder. He keeps his eyes low, looking down at the bed, and as he moves, he dislodges Eddie’s hold on him.

Eddie takes the hint and draws back. He’d been stroking one hand through Steve’s hair in a soothing rhythm, but it seemed so natural—done instinctively, almost unconsciously—that it’s only from stopping that he even realises he was doing it in the first place.

“Uh, sorry.”

Steve shakes his head, looks up to meet Eddie’s gaze with a weak but genuine smile.

“No, it’s… just don’t want to fall asleep,” he says. Then he seems to catch himself and amends, “Like, you can, obviously. Don’t let me—”

“Nah, it’s cool.”

Eddie takes his lead from Steve’s tone: that studiously casual air, back to normal, nothing to see here, just drop it.

He can hear the sound of nurses talking in the corridor, fading away as they walk past the door to Steve’s room. With the bedside lamp on, it feels suddenly like when he’d get up early for school in the optimistic first few weeks after summer: the world just on the cusp of waking up, still blurry around the edges.

Eddie squints in the dim light to read the clock on the wall. “Hey, you want food? Kitchens should open for breakfast soon.” Then, before Steve can reply, the thought hits him, and he rambles on, “Shit, I didn’t even—like, have they, um, cleared you for…?”

Steve laughs shakily, brushing away the remaining evidence of tears on his face. Eddie catches him giving a little self-directed wince as he does so, like he’s embarrassed himself, and the thought is quietly devastating.

“Yeah, I can eat. Got a whole bowl of mac and cheese after you left, actually.” Steve shrugs. “Doctors came in with all these charts and when they took the mask off, all I could think to say was ‘I’m starving.’”

Eddie snorts, remembering when he’d walkied Nancy for a food delivery. “Yeah, I get it.”

“Right? Glad someone does, they just stared at me like I was nuts. Still.” Another shrug. “I’m not exactly their first rodeo. Think I recognised some of them from way back, with Will. Guess they figured if I was eating it meant their drug cocktail was working.”

And Eddie knows that this version of events is no doubt highly sanitised—yet even with Steve’s nonchalant delivery, he gets the impression that whatever the doctors greeted him with had been less reassuring and more, you’re out the fucking twilight zone, kid, just be grateful and don’t ask too many questions.

“So, how was it? Give your compliments to the chef?”

“Oh, I, um.” Steve’s nose wrinkles, and he gives an endearing, slightly sheepish smile. “I don’t like mac and cheese, it was just leftover from… I wasn’t really in the position to be picky, you know?”

There’s a sudden, fierce swell of protectiveness in Eddie’s chest. “Well, fuck that. What do you want to eat now? Like, think world’s your oyster kinda shit.”

“Hmm, you might be overselling the options here. Honestly?” Steve pauses, heaves a sigh and says, heartfelt, “Toast.”

Eddie had been resolved to find it, no matter what had been said; hell, Steve could’ve said ‘caviar’ and Eddie’s pretty sure he wouldn’t even have batted an eye.

But as it is, the simplicity of Steve’s answer is unexpectedly moving—that, after everything, this is all he wants. Eddie’s already decided that this’ll be the best goddamn piece of toast in the history of the universe.

“Okay, but like, I need a guide, man. What’s your preference? Cremation levels of burnt or warm bread?”

Steve stares. “What?” His mouth is twitching, pulling up into a smile despite his still red-rimmed eyes.

Eddie sees his chance, and he plays up to it, quipping back, “You gotta give me something to work with.”

Steve laughs. Though it’s still on the quiet side, Eddie can tell it’s a good one, right from the belly. “Sorry, didn’t realise I needed a damn paint chart. Light brown enough for you?”

Eddie nods, carefully rises from the bed so as not to jostle Steve. “Your wish is my command.”

He brings back a plate of toast with entirely too many packets of butter, and Steve looks at him like he hung the moon; when he takes a bite, he says, “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”

Eddie scoffs. “Think you need to raise your expectations.”

“No, I’m serious.” Steve makes a show of tilting the plate this way and that, like it’s on display at an art gallery. “You got the butter right to the corners; that takes skill, dude.”

“If you say so,” Eddie says, and he smiles behind his own cup of coffee.

There’s a gentle lull in the conversation for a few minutes, before Steve says, “You brought your guitar.”

“Yeah, I didn’t, um, really mean to? Just kinda jumped into my hands when I walked out the door.” Now back on the couch, Eddie makes an automatic movement for the guitar, where it stands propped up against the wall. Then he stops himself. “Bet you’re sick of my playing at this point, huh?”

His voice is still light, the perfect set-up for Steve to tease him back, but that doesn’t happen at all. Steve just blinks a few times, like he’s heard something confusing, then says, “No,” so simply that it threatens to put a lump in Eddie’s throat.

So he picks up the guitar. And because it’s second nature by now, feels as natural as breathing, Eddie doesn’t notice that he’s started to play Steve’s song, until he hears Steve give a sharp intake of breath.

“Shit.” Eddie nearly drops the guitar in mortification. “Steve, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t—”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s—”

“Eddie,” Steve says firmly, “it’s fine. Please play it?”

And Eddie could never deny him. He doesn’t sing, though, has some kind of instinct that he shouldn’t—because Steve’s eyes start looking far-off about ten seconds in.

Where are you going? Can I help? Can I go with you?

His decision to not sing is soon proven to be the right one—otherwise he might have missed Steve saying, soft as sand, “How long did…?”

Eddie waits. He loses his place for a moment, skips to the chorus. “How long did what?”

But Steve is already shaking his head. “Never mind.”

And he quickly pulls himself away from wherever he’d gone, something dark and melancholy leaving his eyes in a matter of seconds—like it, too, has been forcibly pushed back. He’s not ready, Eddie thinks.

It’s okay. I’ll still be here when you are.

[zimms]

new york city

you called me last night on the telephone and i was glad to hear from you cause i was all alone you said, "it's snowing, it's snowing! god, i hate this weather" now i walk through blizzards just to get us back together

Derek twists the telephone cord around his finger, straining to hear Will's words down the phone. "Sorry, you're cutting out. The landline's a little dodgy."

He definitely doesn't fail to hear the crackle of Will's laughter down the phone. "A landline? What is this, Nurse? The eighties?"

"Shut up! My moms prefer it for some reason. And, I don't know, it has a bit of je ne sais quoi, a bit of nostalgia, a bit of style, y'know." To emphasise the point, even if only to himself, Derek winds the cable around his fingers a couple more times.

"I don't, but I'll take your word for it."

Derek huffs his own laugh before softening his voice. "Look, the point is that I missed what you said the first time. Please could you repeat it, babe?"

Will's voice comes through the phone. "I said that it's snowing here."

"Isn't it always snowing in Maine in December?" Derek says, "Like I thought that was a given?"

"Yeah, but it's the first time I've seen snow since I last saw you." Will's voice goes quietier. "I miss you."

"That was literally two weeks ago, Dex." Derek rolls his eyes, knowing full well that Will can't see him. "You can't possibly miss me that much; you literally went almost two years without talking to me between leaving Samwell and the spring." He sighs and grins to himself "But- I miss you too."

we met in the springtime at a rock and roll show it was on the bowery when it was time to go

One second Derek is bouncing along to the song that the band is playing, the next, his gaze is fixed on a very familiar head of red hair that's darting through the crowd at the gig.

Dex?

Derek is too packed in by the surrounding crowd to do anything but watch, tracking the figure of a man who, two years ago, he never thought he'd see again. Well, maybe not never, after all they'd been to two weddings together this summer alone. But the point is, it would never be just the two of them again.

He allows himself to be swept back up in the words of the song, singing along with the rest of the crowd, but he never truly stops staring at the back of Dex's head. It's fine; Derek will catch him at the bar after the show. He has to.

The gig is in a tiny bar that masquerades as a club/concert venue, packed to the brim with people here to see bands make their first stumbling steps into the music industry. Derek first listened to these guys in his Senior Year at Samwell and fell head over heels in love with their music. They were even the soundtrack to his alarms for the year, greeting him before every 5am practice (because Dex was a total hardass).

After the final song, the crowd starts to disperse and Derek seizes his moment to chase after Dex.

He can't let him slip away from him.

Not this time.

Derek pushes through the crowd, apologising every step of the way, until Dex is finally within reach. Naturally, as soon as Derek goes to close his hand around Will's shoulder, the man in question takes a step forward and Derek takes a big handful of just air. "Dex! Hey! Dex!"

Will spins around and suddenly they're chest to chest for the first time in- Derek doesn't even know how long.

He forgets how to breathe.

"Nursey?" Dex's eyebrows furrow in that familiar way: the way they would when he couldn't figure out the problem with a particularly tricky bit of code, or when he was trying to figure out the best way to shut down the opposing team's attack. Derek hasn't realised until now just how much he missed that expression.

"Dex!" he says, trying desperately to sound normal and not at all breathless and relaxed. "How are you? I didn't- I didn't know you were in New York?"

Dex rubs the back of his neck. "I'm, erm, I'm not really, but I guess, I am?"

"Dex, I say this lovingly, but genuinely what the fuck does that mean?" Derek takes the opportunity to step back, breaking the physical contact between them at last. He can finally breathe.

"I'm living over near Lincoln Park, but I'm working for a start up here."

Derek laughs. "Dude, you could have just said that!"

"I was suprised to see you, okay!" Dex mumbles. "Though I'm not sure why I'm that surprised considering that you were the one that got me into this band, but it's whatever."

Derek pauses and considers what to say for a second, looking Dex up and down to try and gauge how much interaction with him Dex would be willing to stand. He takes another second to throw all of that consideration out of the window and just say fuck it.

He grins up at Will. "Can I buy you a drink?"

we kissed on the subway in the middle of the night i held your hand, you held mine, it was the best night of my life

One drink turns into two and two turns into four and so on and so on until the two of them stumble out onto the Bowery and into the open air at 3am.

Derek doesn't know how to describe it, but everything always feels easier at 3am. As they walk along the street towards the subway station, he brushes his hand against Dex's once, twice, three times until finally Will takes his hand in his.

They tangle their fingers together, relaxing into the easy rhythm that they lost at some point during senior year, and falling into each other's orbits yet again.

Derek tugs Will towards the Houston Bowery Wall, gravitating towards the explosion of colour in the night light. "C'mere." He squeezes Will's hand. "This is the Bowery Wall Mural. It's one of my favourite pieces of art in New York, especially this one."

"This one?" Will's voice trembles a little as if they're in a holy place rather than stood on the intersection of two busy streets in New York.

"They change the wall every so often, a constant fresh start, constant new opportunities. Sometimes they decide that a mural has had its time, sometimes other people decide for them, covering up the work with graffiti, showing the world what matters to them. But the wall always comes back with a newer piece of art, a never-ending cycle of hope and new beginnings."

Derek looks down at his and Will's interlocked hands and gives them another squeeze. "Last year, they decided to stop commissioning new murals because they kept being destroyed, but out of the ashes came this mural."

The wall is painted in a bright array of portraits, depicting people of all shapes and sizes. It takes Derek's breath away as he looks at it, even though he walks past it every week; there's something different about bringing Will here.

Will's voice catches in his throat. "It's beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here."

Derek grins back at him. "Thank you for coming with me."

Will's expression shifts and his eyes begin to dart around. "I should be going."

"What? All the way back to Jersey at this time? You're not going to get back until like 8am. Seriously, come back to my place; you can take the guest room."

(Internally, Derek kicks himself.)

"No, no, I can head back; I wouldn't want to impose."

"No, seriously I insist," Derek says, slowly beginning to steer them towards the subway station. "We're like ten minutes from my place on the subway; way better than going back to Jersey."

Will huffs a sigh, knowing that he's lost this battle. "Okay, fine. But I'll pay you back somehow, y'know."

Derek smiles at him as they enter through the ticket barriers. "I know."

(Derek will unashamedly admit that they made out in the empty subway carriage. Like c'mon, how could he resist waiting until he got home?)

because everyone's your friend in new york city and everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty the streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see but the best thing about new york city is you and me

Derek wraps his arms around Will's waist and pulls him in closer, letting their bodies slot together in the warmth of the bed. "I'm so glad that I spotted you at that gig," he whispers into the crook of his neck. "I couldn't let you get away again."

Will leans back into the embrace. "I'm glad you found me too." He wriggles a bit, getting more comfortable. "It feels like I was stumbling blindly around the city before you found me. Like New York and you are so intertwined; you are New York, New York is you. It was weird to be in the city without you, to be honest.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Will turns around to look at him. “Seriously, Derek. I’ve loved the past four months of you dragging me around the city.”

Derek tickles his sides and Will squirms in his arms. “Drag?! I seem to recall you were the one that made a whole list of places that you wanted to see, including Co-Op City.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Will mutters, ducking his head. “Maybe we shouldn’t have trekked all the way out to the Bronx just for it, but I thought I should see it, okay? It was a big case study in my urban planning class.”

“I know, I know. I’m just teasing you.” Derek leans down to kiss his boyfriend. “I think it’s sweet, honestly. Especially considering you didn’t think to do any of this stuff in your first two months of living here.”

“I was getting used to a new city! I wasn’t trying to sight-see; I was trying to survive!”

Derek hums to convey his total belief in Will’s statement. “Uh, huh.”

“It’s true!”

Derek hums again and grins down at him. “Anyway, do you still have that list somewhere? I need to figure out what’s left on your New York bucket list.”

Will blindly flails his arm onto his bedside table. “Yeah, yeah. Lemme just find it.” He rummages around a bit more, before finally producing a crumpled-up piece of paper. “here you go.”

statue of liberty, staten island ferry, co-op city, katz's, and tiffany's, central park, brooklyn bridge, the empire state, where dylan lived, coney island, and times square, rockefeller center

“Okay, I think I have the perfect idea for what our final stereotypical New York sightseeing trip will be,” Derek says.

“Mhhm, am I allowed to know what it is?”

“You’ll find out in, like, three months, I promise.” Derek can’t resist and gives Will another peck on the cheek. “It’ll be worth it.”

wish i was there

Derek finally removes his hands from where they’ve been covering Will’s eyes for the past ten minutes. “Surprise?”

They’re stood just outside the Rockefeller Centre ice rink, which is filled with a hurricane of screaming children and couples desperately trying to keep their balance whilst holding hands.

Will chuckles. “I’d say yes, but somehow the fact that you blindfolded me when you caught me looking at a sign for the Rockefeller Centre says otherwise.” He pauses. “Also, the fact that I caught you stealing my skates from my apartment the last time we were there.”

“Okay, you got me,” Derek says, “but it was good choice, yeah?”

“Yes, definitely.” Will threads his hand in Derek’s. “It was a great choice. Plus it’s like full circle, y’know. We first met at an ice rink and it’s nice to bring the list to a close with an ice rink too. Especially considering how much our relationship has changed over the past seven years, though it was a bit touch and go for a while, eh.”

Derek can’t help himself; he laughs. “Eh? Have you been spending too much time with Jack, huh?”

“Shut up.” Will lets go of his boyfriend’s hand so that he can elbow him instead. “I’m trying to be romantic and poetic and shit; don’t make fun of me.”

“Okay, okay.” Derek says. “You said exactly what I was gonna say, is all.”

“Oh?” Will mock-gasps. “So, I was in fact being poetic and shit?”

Derek kisses him – mostly to wipe the smug grin off his face – and then pulls back. “Are you ready to go and show these kids and tourists how it’s done?”

“Aren’t we technically tourists for this exercise?”

“Shhhh.” Derek kisses Will again, just for the fun of it this time and as they break apart, he feels something wet on his cheek. “Wait, are you crying?”

“No, you idiot, it’s snowing.”

Oh.

So, it is.

Derek feels a little stupid right now, but he can’t tell if that’s because of the kiss or because he was so obviously wrong.

Will taps him on the shoulder. “Come back here, idiot. This feels like a pretty perfect ending to my first year in New York.”

Derek waggles his eyebrows at him. “Yeah?”

He’s met with an eyeroll, but Will also rewards him with a “yeah” and another world-stopping kiss.

Derek has to agree with Will: with the snow falling down on them and the hubbub of the city around them, it does feel like a pretty perfect ending to their first year in New York together.

you wrote me a letter just the other day you said, "springtime is coming soon so why don't you come to stay" i packed my stuff, it's on the bus, i can't believe it's true. i'm three days from new york city and i'm three days from you.

Will has to laugh when his mom hands him the mail stack, an envelope with his name on it sat on top. Did Derek seriously send him a letter for the two weeks that he was back in Maine? Well, yeah, clearly – that much is evidenced by the fucking letter in his hand.

In fairness, the gesture does have Derek written all over it.

He carefully rips open the letter, thankfully not wax-sealed like some of the love letters that Will had watched Nursey send in his earlier years at Samwell, and the contents spill out.

Will pick up the letter first and begins to read it.

Dear Will,

It’s hard to believe that it’s only been nine months since I found you again at that gig on the Bowery; it feels like we’ve been exploring New York together for years. But springtime is coming soon again and I’m hoping that I’ll never have to find you again, but instead that you’ll always be in easy reach by my side. You know how you said one night that to you New York is me? Well, in the past nine months, New York has instead become You and Me. I feel like you’re pulling back the curtain and I’m seeing the city I’ve lived in for my whole life in a completely different light. Everything is suddenly so much brighter and more beautiful with you around. I hope that this new light continues with the dawn of this new spring, a third new beginning for us perhaps, but just to make sure, would you do me the honour of moving in with me? I mean, if nothing else, it saves you (and, rather selfishly, me) the commute the Lincoln Park every other night.

I know it’s only been a week, but I miss you so much.

I love you.

Derek.

The other item sitting on the kitchen table in front of Will is a keyring with two keys and a picture of the one of the windows from the current Bowery Mural. The keys are engraved with the numbers #24 and #28 and Will can’t quite hold back the mistiness that begins to gather in his eyes.

Of course, after everything, Derek brings it back to hockey, back to Samwell, back to that period of time when they were inseparable, but constantly at odds with each other, so similar, but so different.

Will carefully threads his old keys onto the new keyring. A third and final new beginning sounds perfect to him.

because everyone's your friend in new york city and everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty the streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see but the best thing about new york city is you and me

[gayf1hoe]

Part 8

I blink slowly, allowing the white light to seep into my eyes, causing me to let out a barely audible groan. A myriad of feelings come sweeping over me like a tsunami. Pain. Confusion. Anger. I try to turn my neck but fail, I realise my neck has been secured by some sort of neck brace. Whoever is next to me notices my struggle and gently removes the thing binding my neck to the uncomfortable plastic mattress.

Once the person, who I soon realise is a nurse, has removed the neck brace I feel a lot more comfortable and less restricted. I fumble around by the side of the bed to find the control to adjust the bed's position, changing it to make me sit upright. I whine a little as my body adjusts to the new position of the bed. My muscles ache, my neck is stiff, and I feel nauseous as the smell of cleaning chemicals consumes my nostrils.

As I dart my eyes around the room I see a Red Bull team jacket slung over the back of a blue chair in one of the corners of the very small and plain room, so I assume Max has been here at one point or is still here.

“Where is he?” I ask the nurse, my voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

“He said he was going down to the canteen to get you some food,” she replies with a reassuring smile.

Typical Max, always resorting to food to cheer someone up. I can't lie though I am starving right now. Not long after I ask the nurse where Max has gone, he enters the room with a bag that I can only assume is filled with food. When he notices me sitting upright, he smiles more brightly. He places the bag on the chair and sits on the side of my bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, lightly patting my shoulder.

“I’m alright. Did you win?” I ask, a hint of eagerness in my voice.

He laughs lightly and says, “Of course I did, love, but it wasn’t as nice to win without you there.”

Before I can respond to him, the doctor comes in and explains what’s wrong with me. He says that I have sustained only a minor concussion due to the impact my car made with the barrier and that I need to stay overnight for observation, much to my resistance. In my mind, I feel fine; therefore, I am fine. Max offers to stay with me for the night, which eventually makes me give in and agree to stay.

In the morning, I wake up to Max laying on my arm that has gone numb under his body weight. The bed isn’t really meant for two people, but somehow, Max and I managed to sleep on it without either of us falling off causing more injuries. I somehow manage to remove my arm from under Max’s dead weight without waking him and get changed into the clothes Zhou brought in for me yesterday.

I have to attend a meeting today with the FIA to discuss the incident that occurred between me and Lance. I would much rather just forget about it and move on, but the FIA and indeed Max aren't letting it go that easily. The worst that will happen to Lance is that he will receive a fine, a grid penalty, or penalty points.

When I told Max last night it wasn’t a big deal, he wasn’t having it and went on a rampage about how “Lance must pay” making my existing headache at the time worse. 

Monaco is next week, and I would rather just focus on that. A double race weekend is naturally chaotic, so I could really do without all this unnecessary hassle. My parents also phoned yesterday, asking when they could meet Max and telling me how nice he is, like I haven’t spent the past few months basically attached to him, but I suppose I should be happy, as they have never really been accepting of any of the people I have dated.

Max eventually wakes up and immediately asks me if I’m alright. I have honestly lost track of how many times he’s asked me that over the past 24 hours. As nice as it is that he has a genuine concern for me, it’s getting a little overboard.

He’s basically forcing me to go to this meeting, and he drives me to the FIA office located on the track. Most of the track is in the midst of being packed away, apart from the FIA office much to my dismay. 

Every time I go to the FIA, I feel like I have done something wrong. It’s kind of like going to the principal’s office - you never really go unless you have done something wrong.

Over the course of the meeting, they discuss what happened and analyse the data and telemetry to try and portion blame, but I don’t see how that helps. I forgive Lance. I wish everyone would stop making a big deal about it. By the end of the meeting, the decision is made to give Lance a three-place grid penalty in Monaco and two penalty points. Hopefully, with that, it's the end.

Lance and I walk out together, laughing and engaged in conversation. I don’t hold anything against him, it was definitely a bit of a concertina effect, and he was just a little too eager in his accelerator and less eager on his brake. When we walk around the corner, Max is there waiting for me. When he sees Lance, he shoots him a piercing glare that sends him practically running.

“What did that dickhead want?” Max asks in a spiteful tone.

“We were just talking because we are friends, and I hold nothing against him. Therefore, you shouldn’t either,” I retort.

“Yeah, but Y/N, he crashed into you. He shouldn’t be let off that easily,” Max argues.

“Max, don’t you find it tiring being a cunt?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

He laughs and shakes his head, indicating his enjoyment from being a bitch. We decide to spend the rest of the day walking around Imola, but as we only have three days until we have to be in Monaco on Thursday, we don’t really have much time to do anything.

From the emails and messages inundating my phone, I can tell the team is working hard to repair the car. We are the only team alongside Williams that doesn’t have a third chassis, so it really is important they rebuild it. From the photos I have seen, it’s no easy task. It looks like someone has taken a saw and cut around the area where I was sitting. There is no front or back wing, and the floor is completely missing. It’s kind of a surprise I escaped with just a concussion and a bit lip.

There is a paddle competition between the drivers, which I’m definitely not participating in, but I will happily go and watch. Paddle has become an epidemic amongst drivers and most have all fallen into the trap. Either that or they play golf. Both sports do not interest me at all.

It’s Max and Lando against Oscar and Carlos, so it’s fairly obvious to see which side I support. Max did try to make me go back to my hotel room to rest, but I adamantly went against him. I would have thought by now he would realise that I am way more stubborn and tenacious than him.

The paddle match is intense, with both sides showing remarkable skills and competitiveness especially from Max who hates just the notion of losing.  Max and Lando are surprisingly well-coordinated and strategic, so they take an early lead. Oscar and Carlos, however, fight back, and the match becomes more tense and Max’s frustration increases. I cheer them on from the sidelines, enjoying the banter and insults they hurl at each other but in the end to no surprise Max and Lando win. 

After the game, Max and I head back to the hotel. Despite the lightheartedness of the paddle competition, the presence of next week's race keeps playing on my mind. The crash at Imola, the FIA meeting, and the preparation for Monaco have made the past few days incredibly hectic and stressful. 

Back at the hotel, I collapse onto my bed, exhaustion finally catching up to me. Max joins me and I squeeze myself under his arm. 

“You’ll be ready for Monaco, love. I know it,” he says, his voice soft but confident.

I nod, closing my eyes. “Yeah, I hope so, thanks for being here for me Max”

“Always,” he replies, leaning in to kiss my forehead gently.

Alessandro has been no stop calling me this morning trying to make arrangements for Monaco and my car still isn't ready as they are waiting on key components to be shipped over so I'm one step away from just ruling myself out of the Grand Prix all together, in fact if I didn't have Max practically telling me I can't do that I probably would have pulled out by now. 

I have practically been running around trying to do everything at once, Max has been really helpful though taking everything out of my hands but I feel bad because he should be focusing on his race and performance noot mine. 

I have a gym session with my personal trainer at 12 so I head out to the gym at 11:30 to meet him. We aren't doing any intense training, it's more about stretching and ensuring my muscles are fully recovered as I have a medical examination the day before we leave. So I only have today to ensure I'm all good before the examination tomorrow. 

We start with light exercises and stretches, and then move on to things that exert my body more. I feel a little bit of discomfort in my neck but that's to be expected. I feel pretty confident that I will pass the exam tomorrow as I have no issues with dexterity or overall mobility. The exam entails doing a few stretches and seeing if I can get out of the car in a certain amount of time. 

And not to my surprise, I do pass. I will be racing at the Monaco Grand Prix, that is if the team receives my rear wing element which has been delayed in shipping, you would have thought a multi million dollar team could afford express shipping, but apparently not. 

Max was more anxious about the medical exam than me, he has certainly taken the role of boyfriend strongly. Now that I know I will definitely be at the grand prix I have to prepare for the flight tomorrow. 

In the middle of packing my suitcase Max comes into the room and offers to do it for me.  I tell him it's fine and that I can do it myself but he insists and when he does so I eventually lose it:

“Max I can do it by my fucking self, I don't need you interfering with everything. I get that you want to help me but I don't need it. The crash didn't render me unable to use my legs or arms”  

With my harsh rampage at an end Max exits my room and slams the door shut, leaving me to sit in a pool of self pity and regret. 

“Fucking idiot” I sigh to myself. 

I feel bad for Max. It was never my intention to make him upset but he's been so overbearing the last few days I haven't had any time to myself or had moments of peace, and I guess I have just ruined my relationship over my own stupid problems. I get to see Ollie tomorrow so I'm sure he will knock some sense into me. 

Monaco. A track steeped in history. A track that challenges drivers in every way possible. But it's also a great country that I love a lot. I have arranged to meet ollie and we are going to go on a boat trip but I'm preparing myself for the lecture he will give me after he finds out about my conduct towards Max. When I arrive at the harbour I see him and Kimi waiting for me. Ollie waves me down and I do a little light jog over to the boat and embrace him in a tight hug. Kimi is more nervous. He is my replacement at PREMA, but when we first meet it's a little awkward and he doesn't say much. 

We set off heading out to the clam translucent  sea. Ollie sits down next to me on the bow of the boat and we have a quick catch up when he asks the inevitable question. 

“How are things going between you and Max?” 

I pause for a moment, preparing myself for Ollie to go on a tirade about how stupid and irrational I was.

“I may have lost my cool and went off on him for smothering me after the crash” 

He pulls a face that tells me everything I need to know, “You really are an idiot” he declares. 

Ollie has never been one to hold back from telling me I was wrong, irrational or plain stupid.  

“You have to apologise to him, he was only trying to help you and just because you can't handle people being overly affectionate towards you it doesn't mean you can talk to him that way when he was just trying to help you”

As much as I hate to admit it he's right, like always. Kimi comes over and sits next to us as well, I honestly couldn't think of anyone better to replace me at PREMA. He's really talented and a skilled driver who has talent that will take him very far.

Returning to the harbour I make it my agenda to go and make things up with Max. I book a reservation at a 5 star restaurant as part of my apology. 

When I go looking for Max in the hotel I am unable to find him. I ask Checo if he has seen him but he hasn't so I ask Charles as well and he said the last time he saw him he said he was going to the harbour. 

I'm slightly confused as I would have thought that if he was at the harbour I would have seen him. I use one of the bikes provided by the team to cycle back to the harbour and when I arrive I see him just sitting on the end of the jet ski platform. 

I walk down the platform slowly and take a seat next to Max. We sit in silence for about 10 minutes before I speak. 

“Max, I'm sorry. I never meant to be so abrasive. I just needed some space and I felt that you were being a bit overbearing but that wasn't an excuse for the way I spoke to you and for that I'm sorry”.

I can see a tear falling down his cheek so I pull him in for a hug, but he pulls away, looks at me and braces himself before speaking.

“It's fine Y/N, I understand that I was being too fussy it's just when I was growing up with my dad I didn't know what affection was or how to give it so I just used everything I saw everyone else doing around, but I realise I was quite overbearing and I probably should have given you some time to yourself”.

“It's fine Max, I'm just not the affectionate type. But I shouldn't have spoken to you that way”

We hug again but this time it lasts a lot longer, “I made a reservation at a restaurant, we can still make it”. Max gives me a faint smile and we stand up and place our hands in eachothers. I pull the bike alongside me, Max did suggest we both try to ride on it but out of all the outcomes I could envisage none of them are positive, I'm also just recovering from an injury so I don't need another. 

The restaurant is amazing despite the fact me and Max get noticed a few times, the only downside to Monaco is that it's so small so you are bound to be recognised. 

Me and Max eat until our stomachs are content and I pick up the bill although my financial advisor will probably having words with me about managing money.

Race day. My normal routine is in full swing, I wake up, get ready and head to the track, but today I'm going to watch the F2 race so I leave a little earlier than usual. 

It will be my first time attending an F2 race since leaving so I'm sure it will feel weird. I should probably be there supporting Zane Maloney as he is part of the Sauber Academy but my true unwavering support is towards Ollie and PREMA. 

PREMA are extremely happy to see me and invite me into the garage to take a look at this year's car despite it being practically identical to the one I drove last year. 

Ollie qualified P3 and Kimi P4 so overall it was a good quali session for them. Not long into the race there is a Red flag after a slight collision but luckily Ollie and Kimi escape unscathed as well as Zane. 

The race restarts and no to much surprise there isn't many overtakes going on in the streets of Monaco, but Ollie manages to make up a place finishing in P2. 

On the podium Ollie waves at me and I feel like a proud brother watching him do so well, and it's also killing me knowing he's joining Haas next year and I can't tell anyone yet. 

Not long after the emotional roller-coaster coaster of the F2 race, I am on the emotional roller-coaster of my own race. 

Monaco is bustling with an array of people and celebrities, some which haven't got the first clue about F1, but know they can get a few extra likes on their instagram post by posting a photo of them on the track. 

After all the people have cleared the track, I sit in anticipation of the red lights to appear after the formation lap and time always seems to slow when you are sitting looking at the lights. I'm conscious of my surroundings as I'm sat in P5 following a not so strong qualifying session from me. Free practice had been alright but the team had made adjustments to my car to improve it but it had quite the opposite effect and I barely made it into Q3 but I knew I had to give it my all because this track is impossible. 

“Y/N Red Flag, Red Flag - respect the delta, no overtaking as you come into the pit lane” 

“Is everyone alright?” I ask.

“Yep everyone is fine, quite a few cars out” 

After checking everyone is OK, I feel elated at the red flag as it means we can change our tyres and run them to the end of the race. 

After hearing the race won't restart for another 25 minutes I go in search of Max and find him, sitting inside his garage. I think Christian and GP have given up on trying to keep us apart, realising their efforts are futile. I tap his shoulder and he hugs me in response to my sudden appearance. 

The Red Bull garage always fascinates me, unlike the Sauber garage everyone looks calm, they know they will do well although they haven't had the best start this year. 

Christian does eventually kick me out 5 minutes before the restart and I walk into the much more chaotic scene of my garage. 

4 drivers down we get underway again, Monaco doesn't provide much opportunities for passing and I cross the line in P5 exactly where I started, not the best result but enough to keep me third in the standings. 

Being there to see Max on the podium is comforting and he seems to enjoy it more, obviously the Monegasques are upset. Charles isn't first but everyone still seems happy with him coming second. 

The second the race ends the paddock is in the midst of being packed up in preparation to be shipped off for the Spanish Grand Prix in 2 weeks time, so when I exit into the paddock and see Dr Helmut Marko walking around, I'm a bit surprised as to what he's still doing here. Whether you agree with his management tactics and strategies or not he's a man who has earned respect over a lifetime of dedication to the sport, and as the director of Red Bull and as someone who has a very strong say in the VCARB team he's someone you don't want to piss off or annoy.

I smile at him as we pass but to my surprise he stops me.

“Y/N can we have a quick talk?” 

I feel instant fear, is he going to tell me to leave Max alone? Is he going to make me stop going to the Red Bull garage?

He leads me to the Red Bull Hospitality building, if anyone from the media or Sauber see me here they will hit the roof.

He directs me to a table in one of the private meeting areas within the hospitality building. I'm constantly checking behind my back to see if anyone is there and as I'm in my luminous green Sauber team shirt I stick out like a sore thumb. 

Once he has sat down and place two glasses of water down he begins to talk:

“So I have been thinking…” 

[yulafilms]

⊹ 훈 ⨾ OOPSY-DAISY, BABY!

≡ ⌂ ⌕ 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐀's masterlist. navigation. latest work. ⌨︎

wherein . .⃗ . it was love at first crash. or perhaps not. five minutes before the school bell rang and the student council president detained the late students, park sunghoon's bicycle crashed into you—and irreversibly, your life.

tropes . .⃗ . highsch romance, first love, pathetic pining, shameless flirty banter, sunshine reader x sunflower sunghoon, fluff

❛ ༄︎ ❜ SPRING. SUMMER. AUTUMN. WINTER. ᷦ᷼ ᷦ ᷦ♡

❘ ❙ ❚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑,

⠀⠀⠀SUNLIGHT STREAKED THROUGH THE GRIDDED WINDOWS, ILLUMINATING THE FLOOR INTO A KEYBOARD OF SHADOWS AND LIGHT, AND YOU FELT AS THOUGH YOU STEPPED ON THE WRONG KEY AS YOU STOPPED BEHIND A TALL FIGURE, FLINCHING AS YOUR NERVOUS VOICE CRACKED: “DOES IT STILL HURT?”

It took Sunghoon a full minute to pivot around.

When he did, the afternoon sun clung onto his visage, softening the edges of his face. Amidst the overlapping conversations and shifting bodies in the hallway, his gasp of realisation was the sole clarity you heard. It surprised you too—how you were crossing paths with him. What more talking to him.

“Is that question addressed to me?”

You laughed. Though it may sound forced due to your bashfulness, the amusement you found in his doe-eyed expression was genuine. “Is there anyone else who twisted their ankle?”

His gaze fluttered towards his wrapped wound, and in so, reminded you of his crestfallen expression when the nurse told Sunghoon he wouldn't be able to engage in any strenuous activity, much less his ice-skating competition.

“To be honest, it’s not the worst I’ve experienced.”

Sunghoon was supposed to compete in an ice skating match the day he twisted his ankle. The reason he woke up late was because he spent the prior night practising. If it weren't for your miraculous timing, Sunghoon would've made it to school in time and probably snatched the gold medal. Though he was quite confident in his healing abilities, claiming he was insusceptible to any injury lasting longer than two weeks, your guilt festered like an untreatable wound.

“Are you heading to the library?” It was self-study time and you noticed the stacks of books clutched to his chest. “I'll go with you, so let me help you with that.”

Sunghoon shook his head.

“You don't have to do this. I don't blame you.” He sounded offended that you wanted to help, which ticked you off because frankly, everything was your fault.

“Sunghoon, please. I've been wallowing in guilt since that day,” you said. “If it makes you comfortable, think of it as hanging out with a friend.”

His mouth parted. “We're……friends?”

“I mean—” You fidgeted with the hem of your uniform. Technically, you two were the victim and perpetrator. In your head, you silently cursed yourself for speaking so carelessly. Who would befriend the stranger who slammed their car door into his face? “If you're willing to let me make it up to you, we can be.”

Then there it was again. That gentle smile. The very smile that stole the air from your lungs.

“If you're this persistent, I have no choice, do I?”

“Yes.” You flashed a cheeky smile. “You've got no choice, baby.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀SUMMER SWEPT IN WITH A HUMID BREATH, NURTURING THE BUDS OF SPRING INTO TALL TREES AND ENDLESS FOLIAGE. BY NOW, YOU HAVE ADAPTED TO THE HEAT OF JUNE AND THE THURSDAYS WITH PARK SUNGHOON.

“You look like a corpse.”

The familiar voice made you tense your shoulders, briefly loosening your grip on your water bottle before you composed yourself. It has been a week since you last spoke to him, due to your different classes. You were planning to catch up with him tomorrow at your promised library meetings, but you found yourself incredibly lucky. Delight threatened to ooze out of your existence, but you refused to show it. The water dispenser's water was warmer compared to your cold tone.

“Thank you baby, you always know how to earn a girl's heart.”

You didn't have to look at Sunghoon to sense his smirk. During your first encounter, you thought him a boy of kindness, but really, he could be so blunt.

“Give yourself some space to breathe,” he said, this time softer. “Don't stress yourself out. You're a bright kid. There's a reason you are ranked in the top 50 of our school.”

Once your bottle began to brim, you stepped aside, allowing Park Sunghoon to effortlessly step in. Instead of returning to class, you propped your chin upon your bottle and raised your brow at him.

“What's your rank?”

“High enough to be speaking with you.”

“You know that's not what I mean.”

“I'm just teasing you.” It puzzled you how he was enjoying himself. He was like a pervert who loved teasing others. “Don't worry, I'm not some dumb delinquent, though I almost failed chemistry.”

You clicked your fingers.

“But you will never fail to sense the chemistry between—”

Sunghoon shut the faucet. “I'm leaving.”

“See you tomorrow!”

You didn't know when or how, but you wanted to give Park Sunghoon all your tomorrows. He became a silhouette you'd spend minutes hunting for each day. Your eyes would search the entire basketball court, in case he was playing. You would peek into his class whenever you passed by, eager to catch a glimpse of him. Usually, you would be satisfied with meeting him at the library, however today was a special case. Today, you couldn’t wait for Thursday to come.

The confusion surrounding Sunghoon was palpable, but you paid his furrowed expression no mind as you sat across him in the cafeteria.

You cleared your throat.

“There's a volleyball tournament coming up in September.” You licked your lips, darting your eyes between Sunghoon and your classmate beside him. The anxiety made you parched. “It's a mixed match. Jake is part of my team.”

Sunghoon swallowed his food, staring at you without blinking. You could see the gears in his head work as he tried to form an appropriate response. “Goodluck?”

“Right, thank you but I don't actually need luck right now. What I need is a libero.” You glanced around the cafeteria. “Speaking of which, aren't you the perfect candidate?”

“But I'm terrible at volleyball,” Sunghoon deadpanned.

“Lie. Jake mentioned you were their best libero in middle school.”

At your words, Sunghoon cast a glare towards his best friend. Jake feigned ignorance as he stood up. “You two, keep talking. I'm going to get myself a drink.”

After Jake left, you abandoned all senses of pride and became shameless.

“Just help me out, please? I know you have a lot on your plate right now, but I'm begging you.” You clapped your hands together. “Baby, you know I'd do anything for you. Won't you return the favour?”

Knowing Sunghoon, he would give in once you called him that toe curling nickname. Never once did your trick fail. You've managed to drag him into doing so many favours, which was why you were left aghast by his lack of a response. He just sat there and continued chewing his food. He wanted a bargain, and you knew exactly what he wanted.

You sighed. It was time to use the last resort.

“Sunghoon,” You extended your palm. “I'll buy your favourite coffee-flavoured ice cream for a week.”

Within a blink, Sunghoon grabbed your hand and shook it.

“Two weeks. I look forward to our collaboration—” he smirked. “—baby.”

That was the first time Park Sunghoon called you baby, and for some disgusting reason, it made your heart skip a beat.

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[kalolasfantasyworld]

Hey Lola, may I ask you for the game as well? 1, 7, 11, 16 and 22 💘

Hi Vilandel!

Thank you so much for asking and sooo many 💕

First Nozel laugh

7. Helena finding out about Fuego and Nozel comforting her (one of the big 7 plot points)

11. YamiChar!

16. The little Silver Eagles birdies one shot

22. Situation after which Helena realised that she likes Nozel

1. That makes me smile

Can I get the number 1 always?

First Nozel laugh! Because we’ve waited 21 freaking chapters for it 

She glanced at the shallow water by the shore and then at Nozel.

“Can I?” She asked.

“You don’t have to ask me.”

She smiled brightly and quickly took off her golden sandals. At first one of the straps did not want to come undone. A grain of sand probably had gotten into the clasp. After she got her way with it she threw her sandals near the rock and turned towards the sea and the setting sun. Her toes dug into the sand, which was getting chiller with each minute. 

She could not wait any longer and happily ran over to the edge of the bank. She stopped drastically centimetres in away of it. The sea was so still, that only tiny waves made their way here. Helena observed them curious.

She had been to many lakes, pools and other water reservoirs. However the sea had become something mythical in her head. Luciana was raised, by it and told Helena all of the amazing stories. How, when the sea was calm, she had slept on the beach with her friends. She partied, danced, but also rested by herself. The sound of waves was soothing for Helena’s mother. However, she also mentioned, that the waters would get angry from time to time. Powerful storms would come and go, sometimes even taking lives. 'Respect the nature,’ Luciana always said.

Helena battled herself about stepping in. She shook her head and made up her mind. Overly cautious she lifted up her right foot and stretched it out towards the tiny waves. One came over and Helena’s toe met its surface. 

She screeched and jumped up.

“It’s cold!” she shouted upset.

At that moment she heard one of the rarest sounds in her life. Nozel laughed. He was standing few meters away. His blue cape and silver hair fluttered, lifted up by the sea breeze. His lips formed a small smile and she noticed the corners of his eyes cheerfully wrinkle. He looked genuinely happy. Seeing him like this way made Helena feel warm in her heart. 

She grinned at him and pretended to get offended. 

“If you’re going to laugh at me, you better get over here,” she said crossing her arms over her chest. 

“I’m good where I stand,” he chuckled. The corners of his lips moved upwards even more.

“Suit yourself,” Helena over dramatically flipped her hair. The headscarf fluttered as she did so. She convinced herself to step into the water more confidently this time. She was glad that her dress was knee-length. At least it would not get wet.

7. That I nursed in a daydream before writing

The whole fic xd literally

But the latter scenes a lot, because when I started I kind of set up 7 BIG MOMENTS so those definitely, one of them would be Helena finding out about Fuego and Nozel comforting her

 She curled up her fists and without a word turned around to face the door. She walked out and silently passed Leo, who was still sitting in the same spot. She wanted to leave this abominable tower. 

Further down the corridor she heard slow steps. Helena stopped and did her best to collect herself. She did not want a random person to her this weak. 

When she looked up she saw Nozel Silva. He appeared very angry. His pushed back and up silver hair and braid over his sharp nose, gave him a predatory, eagle-like look. His lips were pressed into a narrow line. Lilac eyes vigilant. The Silver Eagle’s mantle and his blue cape looked majestically solemn. Nozel’s walk was steady and forceful. 

He was probably heading to see Fuegoleon. When he noticed her, the furious expression changed to confusion then worry. His lips parted slightly and eyebrows raised. Their eyes met and Helena could not hold the tears any longer. She run up to him and clung on to his tunic. She buried her face in his chest and released a muffled scream. Tears were pouring down, now fully let go. She was getting his shirt wet. 

At first he did not know how to react, so he just stood frozen in place, but then he put his right arm around her protectively. He hugged her, and used the other hand to gently stroke her hair. Nozel’s strong physical touch comforted her. Helena felt safe in his arms.

“I will not let anything like this happen ever again” he said quietly, but firmly. Helena could feel his determination. “I’m going to serve them justice and get revenge myself.”

They stood there for a while holding each other close. The only thing that broke the silence in the dark hallway were Helena’s weeps. Later Nozel went by himself to visit Fuegoleon. He had already seen him earlier, but probably wanted to come back without any bystanders to notice him care. She waited for him to come back. Without talking Helena and Nozel made their way to the Silva Estate. They made a quick stop on their way, so that she could drop off the ointment for the burnt girl. The mood was sullen. 

11. Characters I want to write more in the future

YAMICHAR! 

“Vanessa!” Helena shouted behind her, but the witch had already made her way to the centre of the tent.

“You’re finally here captain!” Vanessa exclaimed and reached her right, gloved arm forward. Her cheeks were flushed from alcohol. Rouge, the red kitten, was standing on her shoulder. “What are you doing captain? Please drink with me!”

Helena face palmed herself. The witch was on her own now. She was just going to watch.

“Hello, Vanessa,” Yami turned towards her. The cigarette stuck out of his mouth.

However the witch paid no attention to him. She look at the blonde beauty and their eyes met. Both of their brows furrowed. Some tension appeared in the air. Vanessa seemed determined and Rouge hissed.

“That’s the Blue Rose captain,” Asta, who stood next to Yami explained. Vanessa yelped and Helena did the same surprised. 

So the mysterious beauty was no other, but Charlotte Roselei, the leader of the mostly female magic knights' squad. Helena felt an uncomfortable pinch in her chest. That exquisite woman was working with Nozel. They had all of those captains’ meetings, where he could see and admire her magnificent features. They also knew each other longer than he and Helena did. She pressed her lips together and furrowed her brows. Was that jealousy, that she was feeling?

16. The little Silver Eagles birdies one shot (I’ll have an illustration for this exact scene)

“Can we be magic knights now?” Heinry jumped up, because he was earlier pushed away by Noureen.

“You need to be fifteen to be a magic knights,” Nozel said. 

“But I want to be one now,” he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Papa please,” Noureen pouted. “Can we be Silver Eagles?”

And what was Nozel going to do about that? He furrowed his brows and looked at both of his sons’ eyes. They were lilac just like his and shone brightly with pure, childish hope. He did not want to dim that light. 

Nozel sighed and stood up from his chair. He approached one of the chests and pulled out his spare Silver Eagle’s mantle. It had the long feathery wings attached to them. He gave it to Heinry, who nearly fell over, because he did not expect the fabric to be this heavy. Then Nozel pulled his own mantle over his head and passed it to Noureen. 

“Put these on and you will be Silver Eagles,” he said.

“Help papa,” Heinry asked and pushed the mantle back to his hands. 

Nozel knelt down and helped him put it on. In the same moment Noureen struggled with his own and got stuck halfway. Nozel smiled fondly and after he quickly finished with Heinry, he pulled down Noureen’s mantle. 

Boys looked at themselves amazed. Heinry was beaming with joy as he spun around and then placed his hands on his hips. Noureen just stood frozen and slightly embarrassed, but Nozel could tell that he was happy. He gazed at them proudly. Future Silver Eagles, his sons. 

22. That is so blissfully self indulgent 

Once again the whole fic xd

Situation after which Helena realised that she likes Nozel

“I could,” Helena said, “but there’s just something magical in picking a book from a shelf, so I never use my powers to do so.”

“Something magical in not using your magic?” Nozel raised his eyebrows and arrogantly looked at her.

“Oh stop being witty,” she groaned. “You know what I mean.” Helena stood up from her seat. “I’m gonna go grab it.”

She turned around and started walking through the aisles towards the shelf with the book. Helena noticed, that Nozel also got up and was following her.

“Why are you coming with me?” She asked.

“Maybe I just want to see this magic you speak of,” his face was serious, but Helena could swear, that she heard a playful tone in his voice. 

She rolled her eyes and stopped in front of the shelf. Nozel halted a few meters behind her. He quietly watched her, with his arms loosely hanging by his sides. Helena looked up and swept with her gaze through the book titles. They had rich colorful covers and most of them had their names written in golden print. All of the books were well-maintained, but there was thin layer of dust covering them. On a higher shelf she noticed the one that she was looking for. 

Helena smiled to herself and reached up with her right hand. However she stopped just few centimetres away from it. She was already high on her toes. She heard Nozel snort. Helena furrowed her brows and turned towards him angrily. He collected himself and his expression once again became serious.

“You’re too short,” Nozel commented.

“I noticed,” she said annoyed. It was embarrassing, but she was not going to just let him mock her. “I’m going to grab a stool and I’ll get it,” Helena announced confidently.

“Don’t bother,” he said and took a couple steps forward. “I’ll just grab it for you. Without using magic,” Nozel emphasised. He stopped right in front of her and looked down on her face. “Are you going to let me?”

“I’m fine, I’ll get a stool and do it myself,” Helena repeated decisively. She wanted to go around him, so she took a quick step back. Suddenly she felt her sandal not find the footing it was looking for. Helena lost her balance and started falling backwards. She could only think of the embarrassment that she would feel, after landing loudly on the floor. She was hoping she would luckily avoid hitting the shelf, that was behind her. Her dark chocolate hair fluttered in front of her face. 

All of the sudden she felt a strong grip at the small of her back. Sleek fingers dug into her body. The tug stopped her fall to the ground. However she was still close to the shelf. The other hand appeared and protected Helena’s head from hitting it. Then she was slowly allowed to lean back, so that her shoulders relied on the surface of the bookcase, behind her. The strong hand was still holding her at her waist. Helena’s bangs fell to the sides of her face, uncovering her dark, round eyes. 

“Watch out,” she heard a sharp voice belonging to Nozel.

He was leaning over her. His left arm, that stopped her head from hitting the shelf, was above her. He used it to stabilise himself and put some weight on the bookcase. Nozel’s other arm was reached forward and bent at the elbow. This hand was keeping Helena from falling. He held her tight, close to his body for better balance. She felt so small and vulnerable at that moment.

Nozel’s face was centimetres away from hers. She was looking at him and observed all of the sharp features, fine chin, thin silver brows. The narrow eyes, were framed by long, black eyelashes. His irises had a beautiful bright, lilac color. They surrounded his slightly dilated pupils. Nozel’s thin lips were parted a little. They were in a shade of light pink. The lower one was a bit thicker. They looked a bit dry. His braid was hanging over Helena nearly touching her with the Silva pendant. It covered a part of his handsome face.

She did not think much, when she raised her hand and lifted it up. Now she could appreciate the bridge of his nose and the central, slightly ticker bits of his silver brows. Helena was mesmerised. She was finally able to catch a breath. 

She stopped observing and started feeling. The hot breath on her cheeks. Sleek fingers digging into the small of her back. Nozel’s body heat. Did her heart always beat this fast, when he was close? She did not know. Helena felt warmth rising inside her chest and then spread through out her body and on to her face. 

Nozel blinked surprised by her action, his grip loosened. Then she realised what she did. She dropped the braid and it bumped into his nose. Helena’s cheeks were bright red and her eyes wide open. She quickly pushed Nozel away, placing her palms on his chest. Then she pulled her hands right back, as if he had burnt her.

“I’m so sorry!” She squealed embarrassed. “I don’t know why I did that!” Helena could not look up at him. Her heart was beating like a drum and it felt as if it wanted to jump out of her chest. She took a step to the side, staring at the floor and did her best to pass him quickly without bumping in.

[poebot]

Hobie Brown/Genderless Reader | Affection Makes the World Go ‘Round

It was nearly 3AM. You were up late, as per usual. It was hard to get much sleep knowing that Hobie was out there in the streets of Camden putting his life at risk to protect the innocent. Worse yet, he rarely made it a habit to come home this late. He says it’s cause even spiders sleep, but you know deep down that your boyfriend is aware of how anxious you get without him here.

When you finally heard a knock on your bedroom window, you looked over to see Spider-Punk. He was sitting on the edge of your balcony trying his hardest to look tough whilst compressing his side, his mask a little torn up at the edges. Laceration on the left of the abdomen, potentially from a knife wound. You took a mental note of his condition knowing your boyfriend tended to play down his injuries.

“Alright, let’s get you patched up then.” You sighed, opening up the windows wide as he clambered inside and threw his ragged mask to the ground. You tried to remain nonchalant about the injury in an attempt to go down the path of least resistance. This routine was inevitable; the more you worried, the more he deflected. You now had it down to a science.

“I’m just peachy. Thanks for asking, you geezer.” His tone was sarcastic as he approached you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, leaning down enough to brush your lips in a subtle kiss. A masterful avoidance tactic that you couldn’t help but give in to, offering your mouth up for more. He happily took advantage of your willingness by trying to deepen the kiss, but you were quick to pull away once you realised he was trying to avoid discussing his wounds. He frowned, caught.

“You’re practically indestructible, Hobbie, I barely worry anymore.” You smiled into his mouth, trying to joke back and ease tensions despite neither of you being too convinced. The charade was short lived when you could no longer ignore the way his shirt was turning rouge-r by the second.

“Jesus, that’s a bad gash. Please let me help you disinfect it.” He grimaced as you mentioned it as though just remembering it was there. He looked as though he might resist, but Hobie was no match for your puppy-eyes. “Fine. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He huffs, laying flat against your bedroom floor to allow you to get to work.

Hobbie watches you from his place on the ground, always observing as though he’s calculating his next move as you bustle around for your first aid kit. You try to act normally as though you don’t notice the feeling of his eyes lingering.

“If I was actually indestructible you wouldn’t feel the need to play nurse all the time, now would you?” He said, wincing when his attempt at a chuckle only worsened his condition. “Good one.” You acknowledged, “Lay down and be quiet.”

Hobie looked almost like a kicked puppy all beat up like this, so you try to make quick work of taking off his blood soaked shirt (“If you wanted me to strip you could’ve just asked darling,”) and pressing disinfectant into his wounds (“You truly are a little sadist.”) You finish wiping down his stomach and bandage it up with medical gauze before pinching his cheek playfully. “There, all better. So how was the fight?”

He makes a weak attempt at escaping from your grasp but is quick to give in, allowing you to pull and prod at his face. “Hey, watch those hands.” Hobie jokes, pretending to chomp at where your fingers were. You stifle a laugh as your brain conjures up a mental image of him as an angry dog at the groomers.

“It was fine, just one dumb crook. I could’ve finished the fight earlier but whatever...” The joking tone was gone from his voice, and Hobie sounded genuinely aggravated at the idea of having left you waiting. His bottom lip jutted out and his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. You felt yourself melt a little at how much he cared despite his snark. The thought warmed you up from the inside out. You tried to not let the sappiness of your emotions filter into your voice, opting for the safe option of teasing him instead.

“How’d you end up this beat up? You might be losing your touch, Spider-Punk”

“You try fist fighting a drunk racist with a knife” he groaned, stretching out his sore neck. You giggle, watching as he props himself up on his elbows, leaning back onto your bed. It’s almost like your boyfriend is allergic to sitting on things normally.

You take the rare moment of silence to just… stare at him. You take in his beautiful features that are only complimented by his array of piercings, the masculinity in his strong facial structure, the beauty of his endless head of hair. It was just all so him. And you adored every part of him.

It was truly not fair how pretty Hobie was. And sexy, your brain helpfully adds. Yeah. That too.

”Like what you see?” His deep voices interrupts your mental undressing and you barely manage to stifle a squeak. His cocky smirk makes you roll your eyes, way too smug in having caught you in the act. “C’mere…” Hobie beckons for you, and as you approach he yanks suddenly on your arm to get you to sit down on his lap.

“Wah!” Hobie snorts at the noise you make as you land, peppering kisses to your burning cheeks. “Thanks for looking after me, love.” The affection and sincerity in his voice flusters you to no end.

Your first instinct is to bury your face into the warmth of his neck to avoid the loving way his eyes pierce into yours. “You’re welcome, Hobie…” Your voice comes out high and muffled.

[bellewintersroe]

Ron Speirs x reader - Snowy Days.

It’s snowing outside and I LOVE the snow (for the majority of the time) so I had a rough idea of the reader being happy the first time she saw it vs towards the end of Bastogne and HATING it.

I’ve in cooperated Speirs into it, however I’m fighting with the idea of realism rn as I feel like Ron and the reader wouldn’t get close until the end of the war, as he’s so professional. But ah well.

this is set just before the men get sent to Bastogne, so picture a similar time to when the men are in the cinema and they get told all their weekend passes are revoked :/

My head lolled on the back of the couch, gaze following the white flurries in the air. What was that, soot? Dust? It was only when I lifted my head that I recognised it to be snowflakes fluttering gently from the sky above.

A gentle gasp escaped my throat as my eyes widened, smile immediately beaming at the sight outside of the glass window. “What?!” Ron Speirs, startled from my gasp dropped the newspaper into his lap, staring at me intensely.

For a second, my head snapped back between him and the weather outside, pure joy filling my face whilst concern covered his. “I- it’s snowing!” I stammered out, moving up onto my knees so I could take in the view better. To anybody else, I was positive it would look like another war riddled town in the middle of Holland. To me, it was beautiful.

“It is?” I wasn’t sure if Ron was questioning the weather, or my excitement. “First a weekend pass, now this?” I giggled over my shoulder, seeing his tongue roll over his lips as he discarded the newspaper to one side.

“I never realised you liked snow so much.” He hummed, the Dog Company Captain coming up behind me on the couch. His knees bent against the plush of the sofa, body resting behind mine as his firm arm wrapped around my front. I immediately sunk into his hold, it was rare Ron and I got a moment together.

“I love it. I always have.” My head cocked to the side, purposefully making room for him to make his way up and kiss my cheek and jawline attentively. Breathing deeply, I let out a soft hum in appreciation. “I don’t like the cold.” Ron admitted, an amused smile making its way up to my face.

“So I’ll take that as you don’t wanna go out sleddin?” I sarcastically giggled, watching his own lips tug up over my shoulders. “I’d rather do something else.” He muttered, moving up closer behind me with a gentle exhale, pressing his crotch against my bum. “Ron! No- please, can we just go out for a little while?!” But I was too giddy for whatever adult fun Ron wanted, it wasn’t often I’d get to let my hair down and have a weekend off from my nursing duties.

Unable to say no to me, I pouted even more causing the handsome soldier to sigh out in defeat. “Fine. Okay. But I’m not building a snowman with you…”

“Who said I wanted to do that?” I teased again before racing off to grab my boots before ripping open the door of the house Ron was billeted in. “You’re not gonna wear a coat?!” It was almost dark out, freezing, but I just wanted to feel something other than the doom and gloom of war. The excitement rattled through me as I pounding out onto the streets that had been layered in a thin layer of white snow.

“No!” I laughed, the cold air nipping at me as I kicked the snow around, back to the shivering soldier. “Jesus.” He muttered, chin pushing further into his jacket as I took his bare hands, pulling him further onto the quiet street.

“Now all we need is the war to end and a white Christmas, and I’ll be happy.” I admitted, pushing my chin up so I could face him with a smirk. “All I need is to go back inside, and I’ll be happy.” He spoke quietly, tucking a hand under my cheek.

I smiled genuinely up towards the beautiful man, the orange glow of the street lamp radiated over his face, his sharp features softened by the soft light. “I love you, Ron.” I admitted, the emotion coming from somewhere deep in my heart. Any other moment couldn’t have been better than this one as his own smile lifted.

“I love you.” He admitted in his low voice, ducking his head to kiss me with as much love and passion than he could muster. It was perfect, the kiss, the weather, Ron. If only the war could end, if only this was the end.

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December 25th 1944.

So I’d gotten the ‘white Christmas’ I’d wished for after all. 12 inches of snow fell on Easy Company four days prior, and now we were all facing the repercussions. I’d hated the stuff, it sucked the life from me, I was constantly wet, constantly freezing. Even my lashes were becoming icicles on my face, it was officially the worst Christmas ever.

Movement close by where I was rested in the sole foxhole startled me. “Hey. It’s me.” Ron eased, a sigh leaving my lips as I felt him crawl besides me. “Why are you here alone? Why aren’t you with the other nurses?”

“All the girls are miserable, you know? Cryin’ for their husbands- their children.” I sharply cut myself off, the lump in my throat rising. Ron let out an inward sigh, tucking a blanket over the both of us, an arm wrapping over me. If we weren’t so far back on the line, away from people, there’s no way he’d be showing this level of physical touch and affection.

Instinctively my head fell on his shoulder, exhaling in defeat at the way my heart softened under his touch. “I hate this weather, I despise it.” I snapped as I felt him turn down to face me. “What the cold?” “The snow, the cold, the frickin’ ice. Everythin’.” There was a time when I loved it, the sight of it was magical to me, it brought me back to my childhood. But the trauma and utter despair we’d faced out in the Ardennes was overwhelming. I’d never craved home more badly, nor had I ever disliked something so much I used to so desperately yearn for all year around.

“It’ll melt.” Ron seemed borderline awkward at my confession. “Besides, I thought you liked it?” He shuddered slightly.

“Not anymore.” Bastogne would forever ruin many things for me. The snow was just one of them, and I knew Ron was worried to see the hatred appear. I did myself. “Well, it won’t be like this forever…”

But it was. I despised the cold for the rest of my life, snow was no longer a childhood memory for me, it was destroyed. War destroyed everything. As much as Ron would try, and my future children would want to play, I knew it would never be the same for me. The innocence I once had was snatched away from me, at 21 years of age I never realised I’d had lived through something so traumatic that it would alter me for the rest of my life.

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This feels so shit? Like especially the ending? It felt like a better idea in my head than what it did written down- oh well! Anyway sorry for such a dark ending, I think I’ll go back to writing smut after this ✌🏼

[storytellersumayyah]

19. adelaide and jonathan- emotions

for sarah, who says what is right, especially when i need but don't want it

Adelaide keeps a straight face whilst her and Jonathan are escorted to the hospital. She tries to not laugh when she remembers the phrase. She’s not actually sure how she’s supposed to feel. She understands why Tristan idolises Mr Carter, and why Jonathan takes a step back. But it didn’t happen to her. She doesn’t know what it’s like to be his favourite, or to look him in the eye as he looks away.

She hates him for what he did to Jonathan. She loves him for what he does to Tristan. And she has no idea where she fits into this, or why he asked for her.

It’s only when he starts asking them to pass messages on that she realises she feels nothing. He is a coward, and that infuriates her. But he looks so frail before her that she cannot help the sadness that spreads through her body.

She tells him that he can pass his own messages on, and leaves.

Jonathan’s expression never changes, even though he comes outside a few minutes after. She spends that time pacing. She hopes the other patients aren’t judging her for leaving. She hopes the nurses aren’t judging Jonathan because he isn’t visibly distressed.

It’s only once they’re travelling back that she lets herself cry. Jonathan rubs circles on her palm. Adelaide wants to tell him that he can stop, but she doesn’t actually want him to do that. She wants him to carry on. So she lets him.

He goes on ahead when they get back. But he’s not as mysterious as he may consider himself to be.

She finds him in a practice room. The same one that is always unlocked, even at night. For him specifically. For her and Tristan when they need the reminder. Of what, she’s never quite worked out, but it is something important to them both.

He’s sitting there, playing with the lid of the piano. She wants him to reach for the fidget toy kept in the pocket of his blazer. But she can’t make him. She’s learnt, during the course of her short life, that you can’t make anyone do anything. And she’s grateful for that lesson, as much as she resents it.

“You haven’t cried like that in a while,” Jonathan says. He doesn’t turn around.

She shrugs. “The situation called for it, I guess.”

At that, he does. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be more comforting.”

She doesn’t want to lie to him and say that she felt better, because she didn’t. If anything, she just felt worse that she was pushing him past what he was genuinely comfortable with and into the territory of somewhat comfortable but not really preferable. So she settles for something else instead.

“It’s okay. And it’s also okay if you want to start crying as well. There’s nobody here to tell us that we can’t.”

“I don’t want to cry,” he says. And what he means is that he can’t. But it’s easier to say that he doesn’t want something than it is to say that he cannot do it. Not in this moment.

She’s not used to him speaking harshly to her. Tristan, she would accept that she probably started it. But Jonathan has always spoken in the same even tone. “Okay,” she says, because there’s nothing else she can.

“I’m not cold.”

It feels like drowning. “I know you aren’t.” Because he’s not. He never has been. “I just wanted to remind you. Because we’re always made to feel like we need to be ashamed of tears.”

“I’m still upset about what happened. Even if I’m not crying about it.”

“I know you are,” she tells him.

He looks back at the piano, then at her. “Can you talk about something? We have to go soon, and I don’t want to play. But I want to be distracted.”

She wants to talk about him. Because they need to. “Of course I can. You’re a good person. That doesn’t change just because it takes you longer to start crying.”

He looks almost hurt. “Stop it. Let’s go.”

“But Jonathan-”

“I said let’s go back,” he snaps. He stands and opens the door. He doesn’t even bother to see if she’s following.

She sighs. There is nothing else she can do. Aside from watch him go, and then catch up. She makes sure he doesn’t see her wipe her own tears away.

[paddockbunny]

I’ve just had surgery and could I request something fluffy? Max, Daniel or Pierre please x

"Maybe a peek...'cause your hot"

Summary : A bit load of sugary fluff of Daniel picking you up after you have wisdom tooth removal surgery. Rating : 16 Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : 809 blurb Trigger Warnings : Post surgery discussion, language, teeth discussion (cause I know some people are triggered by that)

💞Authors Note: I hope you’re feeling better, there is nothing worse than being post surgery. I hope your recovery goes well and this little blurb is ok ☺️

Daniel genuinely didn’t know what to expect when he came to pick you up after your wisdom tooth extraction. He had seen all the funny videos that circulated around online but those were of teenagers, you were a full-grown woman. Surely, the drugs wouldn’t affect you THAT much?

But as soon as the nurse pulled a face when she opened the door to show him into room, he realised what he was going to be in for.

You had some contraption around your head with ice packs built in to keep the swelling down. But it was the fact your head was sort of lolling around while you spoke nonsensical words that made him crack up.

It wasn’t that you were super serious but out of the pair of you he was certainly the goofy, silly one so this was incredibly amusing for him

“There he is!” Your arms stretched out toward him and he held back laughter when he saw the padding poking out of your mouth. You were cute even if you were high as fuck.

Daniel leaned in and stopped before kissing you on your dry cracked lips and instead placed a quick, gentle kiss on your forehead and you feigned shock. “My doctor will kick your ass for that.”

Daniel pulled back and couldn’t help but laugh as you start babbling to the nurses about the doctor saying you needed lots and lots of kisses to feel better. If you had been fully aware of what was going on he would have claimed to feel ganged up on but clearly you were on another planet from the painkillers they had given you as you came around from surgery.

And then, as the nurses handed him a bag full of the things you needed for recovery and helped you into his car, it dawned on him he was in charge of you and he hoped and prayed he would be able to do a good job.

During that car journey Daniel listened as you spoke mindlessly, most of it not making a single bit of sense. You kept calling him handsome which he liked, and then when he had to break heavily for a car ahead slamming on their breaks, you called him a bad driver he didn’t like. He tried to plead his case and said he was the last of the late breakers and he physically couldn’t be a bad driver when he’s one of the best in the world but you just kept shushing him and calling him pretty.

Finally, after getting back to his, Daniel helped you out of the car and into the house. He managed to get you to the bedroom and you only groaned once from twinges of pain.

“It’s alright baby, let's get you into bed and I’ll get you some ice chips.” He said as he sat you down on the edge of the bed and got on his knees to take your trainers off. While he did that your hand reached out and stroked his curls like he was a little pet. He couldn’t help but smile because he wondered what your mind was thinking of as he glanced to see you content.

“Gentle, gentle….” Daniel said calmly when he helped you out of your zip up top and you whipped your arms out of the sleeves rather quickly for his liking. He was worried that you would hurt yourself, burst stitches or something. He wanted to protect you and take care of you like he knew you would if it had been him and roles were reversed.

Daniel tenderly went to the hem of your t-shirt and started pulling it, almost getting it over your head – even with the funny head bandage ice pack thing – and you stopped him and dramatically clutched the top at your chest.

“Uh!” You yelped and he pulled back immediately, scared he had hurt you, “I have a boyfriend.” You wag your finger at him playfully.

“I know you do.” He held back his laughter and bit his bottom lip to avoid cracking when you added; “You can’t see my boobs because I have a boyfriend.” And he almost lost it at that. He felt himself fall even more in love with you in that moment because you simply looked so cute – and it was clear how much you needed him to look after you while you were out of your mind on prescription drugs

“Ok well, maybe a peek…cause your hot but don’t tell him…shh….” And as you flashed him quickly Daniel sat back on his knees and put his hands over his face to hide the fact he had tears streaming down his face from laughter but then played along

“I know for a fact he loves your boobs…and when you get better he will show you how much.”   

[witchthewriter]

◌ 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐬/𝐨 ◌

→ female reader, requests open ⛓

SFW ●

◌ He fell in love with your smile as soon as he saw it. And the breath hitched in his throat, when he heard your laugh.

◌  When you showed that you weren't intimidated by the infamous Ivar the Boneless, he was stumped. Everyone was? So, why weren't you? He had done awful things, he lived up to his name.

◌   And yet, you knew all of this.   You knew that everyone had a past. That no one was perfect. Humans have a duality that many cannot understand. But you do.  

◌  He yearned whenever you showed him kindness.

◌  He ached whenever you weren't around.

◌  It was different to a crush, he knew you were someone special. Someone that he couldn't ignore.        

◌   He did try to push you away, but he felt so strongly about you. His nature to protect that he holds dear, was absolutely amplified. Especially if anyone said a word against you.

◌   Your relationship progressed into a friendship, first and foremost. Ivar learning that whatever he said to you was kept secret. He told you his dreams, his worries, his passions. It was difficult at first - he did not believe you were sincere.

◌ Your sincerity was like a smack to the stomach. You spoke truth; there were no hidden motivations behind what you said, nor meant.

◌  And yet, you were apprehensive too. There were far too many people that took advantage of your kindness and authentic nature.

◌  You didn't believe Ivar's advances until he stood up for you in the hall. There were visitors from a treaty and were being rude to you. It didn't take Ivar long to say anything. "One more word and I will rip your tongue from your throat." And no one said a goddamn thing about you.

◌  You moved in with Ivar, making it much more homely than it was. You have a strong afinity with Frejya and she loves cats.

◌  Ivar gifted you a kitten on your wedding day. And then a few months later, you found a sickly litter and nursed them back to health. Ivar's first response was to leave them outside to die, but he noticed the hypocricy of that. So, he helped with the herbs and finding homes for them. (You kept the two that no one wanted.)

◌  He loves when you fill the home with flowers, he appreciates the colours. Bog rosemary and Harebell are his favourites.

NSFW (🔞) ● I don't think Ivar has mobility below the waist, so I won't disrespect that fact. Sex with someone disabled is different with someone with that certain mobility. Yet, there are ways in which both people feel fulfilled ♥

◌ He was hesitant and insecure to begin with whenever something sexual unfolded. He didn't realise that you could possibly be feeling the same way.

◌ "There's nothing that could make me love you any less, Ivar." "Is that the truth?"   "There is nothing more true."

◌  If you were vocal about your insecurities (I say 'if' because not every chubby person feels this way.) He would be genuinely shocked. "There is nothing wrong with you. I don't know how you can't see your beauty."

◌  He spends most of the time making you feel good, loved.

◌  Many witty remarks are thrown around during sex; the mental stimulation makes Ivar smirk, then in turn, makes you more wet.

◌  He does like leaving marks on your skin; hickies on your chest, breasts and thighs.

◌  He likes eating you out; you sitting on his face and rubbing your pussy back and forth against his tongue.

◌  His mission is to get you to scream his name, shamelessly, to show the entirety of Kattegat that he can please a woman.