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lavidavacomoverstappen · 8 days

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hey! can you please write a lando × bustamante reader....where the reader is the younger sister of Bianca Bustamante and has a huge crush on lando but Lando finds her irritating for some reasons and one day he shouts at her after a bad race when she tries to console him in front of the McLaren crew.. after that lando felt really bad and he had grovel a lot for forgiveness (btw the reader is only one year younger than bianca)....if you do write this thank you very much 🧡🧡

🎀1,317 words 8561 Characters around 5 pages enjoy 🎀

ooo I’m not the biggest fan of bianca but I do love this trope :)

You knew that life was never meant to be fair to everyone yet you had no idea why life constantly tried to screw with you.

Ever since you were a child, you’d always been compared with your older sister, Bianca. She was always seen as the brave, bold, and beautiful one who dared to achieve her dreams and had high ambitions. Whereas people, heck, even your own family, saw you as the timid, overlooked, and frankly dull sibling. Did it hurt growing up like that? Yes, it did.

Did it hurt when all the boys you had a crush on would only use you to get to your sister? Yes, it did. Did it hurt to see your sister achieve everything you’d ever wanted in life and for you to only be known as her sidekick, or, in other words, her shadow? You really don’t remember the last time you’ve ever set yourself apart from your sister and her needs; it’s almost second nature for you to prioritise her and ignore yourself.

This habit of yours was noticed by the eyes of a young British driver. He’s found that habit of yours annoying ever since.

The day Bianica signed for McLaren under F1 Academy was the best and worst day of your life. You were beyond happy for her but you also felt yourself fading further into her shadow. With more media coverage and attention on your sister, you simply faded away.

You had frankly thought about packing your bags and going back home until the same blue-eyed British driver caught your attention. It was silly to say, but you felt like a little teenager with a huge crush.

You knew it wasn’t right to have a crush on your sister’s coworker, but the way he was made it almost impossible. You liked the way he talked, the way he walked, and the way he still had his accent. You liked the way his nose wrinkled any time you talked about sushi or fish. You liked the way that he was a ball of energy, always so confident and fun to be around. What you liked the most about him was the way he made you feel seen and heard. When you were with him, it was almost like you were just you and not Bianca's little sister.

However, within all the giddy feelings of having a crush on Lando, you could not ignore how badly McLaren was doing. It was almost pitiful how poor their race performance was. Qualifying 18 and 19th and having to come into the pits four times in the race would kill anyone’s mood. Lando was no different; over the course of the season, he grew more and more aggressive and agitated after each race.

Lando and her had formed a little ritual: after each race, he would do his interviews while she would wait in the garage, and he would go into his driver's room, and exactly 5 minutes later, she would show up with any sweet treat she could snuggle in, and they would just talk. Some days it would be him talking and her listening, and other days it would be her lifting his confidence up with encouraging words. It is safe to say she really loved their ritual, only hoping to continue their ritual with better results for him.

As the season went on, she noticed a shift in Lando's behavior. His happygo-llucky attitude towards her started to shift towards a more annoyed and irritated mood. It started when she tired of talking to him before a race; he didn’t take kindly to that and simply ignored her and rolled his eyes. It hurt her; it really did, and she could do nothing about it.

They were not friends; they were just forced to be together due to their situations. She knew he would never like her back, but her infatuation with him made each and every move he made romantic.

It started to affect her more when he started distancing himself from her. Lando never wanted to hurt her; he started getting fond of the girl he once was annoyed with. He didn’t know why he started cutting her off; he was trying to play dumb, but deep down he knew he started having feelings for her.

He messed up in Silverstone both on and off track. Home Grand Prixs always have a special place in drivers hearts. It was no different with Lando; Silverstone was the one place every British driver wanted to win in front of their home crowd on their home soil.

The race was long anticipated; she was in his driver's room prior to the race; they had their normal routine done and dusted; he stared at her for a second longer; and she started at his lips for even longer.

They both knew the tension in the room was inevitable; someone just had to make a move. McLaren was proper shit during qualifying, so all expectations were nullified even before the race started. With Lando starting in P9 and Oscar in P5, it irked Lando how well Oscar was doing in the same car as him. A rookie driver beating the team's star child was never a pretty image.

The race started with Lando’s car being 2 seconds off the pace of K-Mag, which was really nice for him. As the race progressed, Lando almost made up 3 places by the end of the 38th lap.

However, McLaren messed up Lando in the pits, being stationary for almost 18 seconds. His 6th place turned into a plum last, and to make matters worse, he ended up retiring the car simply out of spite. He knew he was mad, and he showed it really well on the cameras, especially towards his team.

She knew it was a risk to go see Lando, especially after seeing how mad and snappy he looked. She knew he was probably beating himself up over the way this race went. It didn’t help that Oscar ended up on the podium. It was horrible, really, but neither of them could do anything.

He saw her enter his room; he didn’t like that. He didn’t want her to see him like this, all beaten and broken down. He didn’t realise when his tone shifted or when he felt the anger rise up within him.

All she had said was, “It’s not your fault; I know you are going to do better.“ That’s all he let her get out before he exploded.

“I honestly don’t remember asking for your opinion. God, you are so pathetic sometimes, always searching for attention from anyone who spares a glance at you. It’s all your fault; you think it’s funny to come into my room and give me glances right before a race. God, why are you so fucking stupid?"

“Maybe this is why your sister will always be better than you; your parents probably saw that, and so does everyone else when they see you and her together. Look at her; she’s a driver, and look at you sneaking into a driver's room, offering yourself to him all for what?? bloody attention?? Get out. I don’t want to see you anymore. All you’ve done is clutter my brain.”

Y/N walked out of his room with hot tears running down her face, her face all red, and a pounding headache. But what was worse than all that pain combined was the pain running through her heart; it genuinely felt like her heart was snapped into two and stepped on by a herd of elephants.

She didn’t know why he snapped at her; all she wanted was to help him. Everything he said made her fall into a spiralling downfall. All the work she’s done to keep her insecurities hidden and healed, Lando’s words ripped them apart and left them burning red and raw.

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kokorose · 3 months

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Boy you give me the feels - OP81

Oscar Piastri x KpopTsunoda!Reader

Faceclaim: Momo (twice)

Summary: the one where Oscar is dating Yuki’s older sister.

A/n: yes I know Momo is one of the older members in twice but it’s my story so she’s now born in 1999.

Happy late Valentine’s Day

Pics: Pinterest

Yn_Tsunoda posted:

📍seoul, South Korea

Liked by YukiTsunoda, PierreGasly, LoganSargent, nayeonyny, OscarPiastri, jennierubyjaneand 345,728 others

Yn_Tsunoda: 🌸

Tagged: 🐨

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YukiTsunoda: 🤮

User1: omg

User2: omg she’s soft launching!!!

LoganSargent: 👁️_👁️

User3: LOGAN?!?

User4: what’re a bunch of f1 drivers doing in Yn’s comments and likes???

User5: she’s the older sister to one of the drivers.

User6: WHO?!

User5: Yuki Tsunoda, he drives for Alpha Tauri

User6: okay that explains him and Pierre in the comments and likes but not Logan and Oscar!

User5: Oscar’s been in her likes for about a month and a half now.

OscarPiastri posted

📍Melbourne, Australia

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OscarPiastri: I want to see every sunrise and sunset with you

Tagged: 🐻

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LoganSargent: Dude… at least give me photo credit

OscarPiastri: fine 📸: LoganSargent

User5: awwww this is so cute

User6: omg Oscar that caption!!!

LandoNorris: Mate, save some romance for the rest of us.

YukiTsunoda: 🤨

User7: OSCAR JACK PIASTRI!!!

User8: wait, wait, wait, the gf looks familiar

User9: you know what… I’m feeling it too

YnTsunoda posted

📍monza, Italy

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YnTsunoda: Sushi and Ice Cream kinda night.

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YukiTsunoda: the sushi is the best looking thing in the post 😁

YnTsunoda: and I’m the best looking in the family

PierreGasly: 😂

User10: I love the Tsunoda siblings dynamic

User11: pure chaos

OscarPiastri: 🍣🍣

User12: OSCAR!!?

LandoNorris: ew fish

YnTsunoda: Lando… I’m Japanese…

LandoNorris: still it’s not right

User12: what is going on here?!? She knows Lando!!

OscarPiastri Posted

📍Tokyo, Japan

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OscarPiastri: I love Japan

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LoganSargent: now that’s just disgusting behavior

LandoNorris: 🤮🤮🤮

User13: not the boys ganging up on Oscar😂

User14: She was there?!

FredVesti: she’s waayyy cooler than you!

User15: I swear I know that face from somewhere!!

YnTsunoda Posted

📍Suzuka

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YnTsunoda: Suzuka quali+ family

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YukiTsunoda: at least he can cook, you’re last one couldn’t. Mom told me she likes this one.

User16: shots fired shots fired

User17: drag that old man’s ass Yuki!!

User18: not Yuki coming for Heechul’s old ass.

LilyMuniHe: It was wonderful meeting you!!

YnTsunoda: it was wonderful meeting you too!!

Franciscacgomes: my favorite pretty girl 🥰

YnTsunoda: ❤️❤️

User19: is that… Oscar? I swear to God that’s Oscar.

OscarPiastri posted to his story

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OscarPiastri: Pre-race snack

Replies:

YnTsunoda: made with love❤️

LandoNorris: is it fish

OscarPiastri: no it’s chicken you muppet

User20: that’s so cute.

User21: omg!! His girlfriend’s so cute!!

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F1Gossip: Possible Wag Sighting!!

Kpop singer Yn Tsunoda has arrived at the Japanese Grand Prix. She’s here supporting her younger brother Alpha Tauri driver Yuki Tsunoda at their home race here in Suzuka.

But…there’s been speculation she’s linked with McLaren driver Oscar Piastri. The two have been in each others likes and comments over the past couple months and fans of both are wondering if they are each others mysterious partner.

Could she be our newest wag?

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User22: Omg!!!

User23: That’s Oscar’s girlfriend?!?

User24: it’s just a rumor

YnTsunoda posted to her story

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YnTsunoda: Ozzie’s first f1 podium!!!

Replies:

OscarPiastri: ❤️❤️❤️

YnTsunoda: So proud of you baby!!

LoganSargent: Yes Mate!!!

LandoNorris: baby’s first podium

User25: omg!!! Omg!!

YnTsunoda posted

📍qatar

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YnTsunoda: Proud girlfriend moment!!! I’m so proud of you!!! I love you ❤️

Tagged: OscarPiastri

Replies:

OscarPiastri: Thank you baby!!

User26: OMG!!!!!

User27: awwww

AussieGrit: That’s our boy!!!

YnTsunoda: ❤️

LandoNorris: THATS MY BOY!!!!

LilyMuniHe: cuties

User8: I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!!

OscarPiastri posted

📍Austin, Texas

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OscarPiastri: She gives me the feels. Love you babe

Tagged: YnTsunoda

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YnTsunoda: 🥰🥰🥰

User28: awww

User29: The twice lyrics 🥺🥺

User30: He went to her concert 🥺

YukiTsunoda: welcome to the family Oscar

OscarPiastri: thanks Yuki

User31: This relationship has been JYP approved.

#oscar piastri #f1 fanfic #f1 social media au #f1 #formula 1 #op81 #op81 fic #oscar piastri x reader

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izvmimi · 6 months

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malevolent enterprise ch. 1

cw: ceo!au. sukuna and yuuji are siblings. drug use. header by @/cafekitsune! a/n: background to a series of oneshots. masterlist

Exactly two unexpected things occur exactly one week to the hour of Wasuke Itadori’s death - 1. Yuuji Itadori, second grandson from his only son Jin Itadori, inherits all of Itadori Enterprises and its subsidiaries and 2. Yuuji’s older brother and lifetime antagonist Sukuna formally changes his name to Ryomen, and establishes Ryomen Industries.

Yuuji, in moments, is saddled with the grand title of C.E.O., and Sukuna, if he didn’t have enough reasons to dislike his kind, caring younger brother, has finally added yet another one to the list. This part doesn’t particularly bother him, after all, even Yuuji has to admit, no matter how much he has tried to love his brother over the years, Sukuna is fundamentally a piece of shit.

And that’s exactly why he’s the perfect choice for the job.

Yuuji sighs and takes another piece of sushi off of the left flank of the poor girl who’s been laid prone and nearly naked on the table for most of the evening. He’d ask her if her shift was coming to an end soon but even he had to admit it felt weird asking about the work conditions to a girl who was meant to be a prop at an event that was theoretically in his honor. The salmon is exactly the right temperature and feel in his mouth and he can’t ask for more. He offers her a thumbs up as he walks past her which has her somewhat confused, then makes his way back to the lounge chairs.

Sukuna by now has stopped schmoozing all the other industry leaders in the room and now contents himself with four giggling floozies in his lap, his practically blood-red eyes glowing in the neon club lighting as he smirks at him. Yuuji gives him an exasperated look but finds a seat far away alone. He’s actually not sure why he’s still here - the new personal assistant that was assigned to him is already sending emails from the interim chief that he still doesn’t understand and Sukuna’s already told half of the attendees he expects him to run Grandpa’s business into the ground. A few girls venture in his direction, one of which Yuuji has to admit is pretty enough to make his cheeks warm (if it’s not his last three beers finally kicking in) but Sukuna’s already whistled and called them over by the time the first girl opens her mouth to introduce herself.

“I’ve got plenty of arm space to spare!” he practically cackles, and the last girl, the pretty one, takes a last look at Yuuji before apologetically sauntering over to his brother for attention. Sukuna and another young CEO, who Sukuna cruelly trash-talked just less than a month ago, take shots off of another woman’s chest, and Sukuna finishes off the theatrics with a line of coke down her abdomen.

Yuuji rolls his eyes, but before he can get up and finally convince himself to leave rather than tolerate his brother’s antics, another body slides into the booth next to him, bumping him on the shoulder.

“New CEO!”

Indoor sunglasses cover the young man’s eyes and before Yuuji can smile and embrace him, Satoru Gojo has him practically in a headlock mussing up his hair.

“Oi! Stop!” Yuuji hisses, embarrassed to be treated like a kid, especially in the presence of his older brother already trying to force him back into the shadows. Yuuji recollects himself, adjusting the lapel of his shirt but Satoru frowns.

“I’m shocked you made it,” Yuuji says. He’s delighted to see his family friend, just as odd and eccentric as Sukuna can be but with less of the dickish behavior.

Somewhat.

"I mean hopping on my jet, cutting my vacation short-” Satoru stops and sighs, stretching out his long limbs as he leans deeper into the soft cushions, “but of course I’d show up to congratulate you.” Gojo sits up suddenly, leaning in, and Yuuji doesn’t ask himself how he can see through those.

“So are you gonna compete with me now? Throw me out of the market?”

Yuuji grins. “I don’t think you’re touchable in all honesty, but even if you were, I think we can both agree to be successful.”

Gojo is satisfied with this answer. Clinking his beer bottle on Yuuji’s forehead, a move that genuinely throws him off guard, Gojo downs the rest of the bottle then turns, winking at a girl in Sukuna’s court, and when she nearly rises, Sukuna gives him a practically glowing red glare.

Gojo laughs, then turns back to Yuuji who snorts.

“I think there are enough girls to spare, Aniki,” Yuuji teases. He leans in, draping his arm over his senpai’s shoulder. “After all, I’m pretty sure Sukuna’s laywer friend is here, just waiting for you to get on her nerves.”

Gojo laughs. “She hates my guts but I know she wants me in hers.”

Yuuji sips on the beer he’d set aside, not bothering to make an additional comment, remembering the last time he mentioned the redhead to him, he’d spent nearly thirty minutes just talking about her tits. Despite this, the same man could easily be found in numerous news articles with a number of different women, so he couldn’t actually be sure of the depth of his interest, but Yuuji had the feeling that Gojo felt a little differently about her.

A sideways glance makes it clear that Satoru is already scanning the room, to see if she’s still here amongst the throng of people. Yuuji watches Sukuna who seems to have chased away the extra floozies and now sits with one girl straddling him, his own hand suspiciously low down the curve of his ass, and the other licking and whispering into his ear, something that looks vaguely doglike. Yuuji frowns and looks away, but Gojo has already risen, his own instincts prompting him to find someone to go home with.

But before he can go off and get really wasted, Yuuji realizes he has a serious question for the more experienced corporate bigwig before he calls it a night.

“Aniki.”

Gojo’s head turns to him, a drunken half-smile on his face.

“Ne?”

“It’s a work question,” Yuuji answers with a tinge of discomfort. Asking for help is embarrassing at this stage, but Gojo is the only one who doesn’t judge him, rather helps even if it’s in a way that seems ridiculous, like some kind of flippant genius.

Gojo frowns.

“Fine, but you have to promise to have a good time.”

With that, Gojo starts to sway with the music, and with the great length of his body and limbs, dressed in all black from head to toe, Yuuji is briefly reminded of bamboo gently swaying in the wind. He stifles a laugh before rendering himself serious again.

“You’ll call me a dumbass but I have a new vacancy that’s sort of high up and I’m trying to figure out who to hire.”

The lenses obscuring Gojo’s eyes don’t help Yuuji gauge his thoughts but Gojo is still dancing so Yuuji continues talking.

“I want someone from the outside. Someone who didn’t know my grandpa or Sukuna. Any recommendations where I should start looking?”

Gojo does a full body roll, then stops.

“I’ll send you an application tomorrow. Now loosen the fuck up.”

Yuuji blinks, then starts the two-step of a man who is under too much stress but not drunk enough.

“Okay.”

#yuuji x reader #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #gojo satoru x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #mimi writes: malevolent enterprise #daydreams: jjk #mimi's notes

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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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ello ello ello!

i am looking for fics where, human or not, crowley and azi grow up being together being friends and turns to lovers ! thank you for your blessed job <3

Hi! We have #childhood friends and #friends to lovers tags, so check those out. Here are some to add to the collections...

Stronger Than Hurt by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Everything changed the summer that Crowley fell off the Eastgate's garage roof and broke his arm. Fourteen years later he stood outside a tattoo shop with a picture of the drawing Aziraphale Eastgate had done on his cast, and hoped for a second chance.

Christmas light by Tigerphoenix (T)

After years of neither hearing form his father nor sibling Crowley is convinced to return to his childhood home. He knew from the start it wasn’t a good idea, but he did it anyway. Maybe something good comes out of it. Aziraphale returns home to his family home every year for Christmas. But Christmas with nine people is exhausting. Nothing wrong with some time alone, right?

I scorn to change my state with kings by bearwonder (T)

They’d seem an unlikely pair, if anyone saw them from the outside — Crowley in black skinny jeans and Aziraphale in beige corduroys — but no one does, and that’s just how they want it. Crowley and Aziraphale meet in kindergarten. This is the story of their lives.

What About Hope? by AppleSeeds (M)

Crowley met Aziraphale in the spring of 1989 while he was on his lunchbreak from the factory, his attention immediately drawn to the posh boy sitting by the canal writing poetry. It was immediately obvious that they came from entirely different worlds, but the time they spent together was the happiest Crowley had ever known. With Aziraphale, Crowley experienced many firsts - his first kiss, his first love... his first heartbreak. Twenty years later, they are reunited when Crowley, now a successful writer and vlogger, comes to work as an Associate Lecturer in the university department where Aziraphale is an academic. Seeing Crowley brings back Aziraphale's intense regret for allowing himself to be persuaded to leave him behind all those years ago. Aziraphale desperately wishes to renew their acquaintance, but Crowley seems determined to keep his distance. Aziraphale can't blame him for not forgiving him, since he has never been able to forgive himself, but when Crowley begins to spend more time with him, Aziraphale is left with the hope that maybe they could at least be friends again - no matter how much it might hurt.

And a Silver Sixpence in His Shoe by smolalienbee (T)

If there is one thing to be said about Aziraphale Z. Fell is that he leads an ordinary, quiet life. He lives in Soho, London, above an old bookshop that he’s been fortunate enough to inherit in his late twenties. He likes sushi and good wine. He has a few friends - like Nina, who works at the coffee shop across the street; or Maggie, who runs the record store that he takes an absolute pleasure in frequently purchasing from. (He’s lonely. Terribly so. He’s been lonely for about ten years now, since - he does not want to think about that.) Today is his 35th birthday. At age 15, Aziraphale made a Promise. At age 25, he had an Earth-shattering fight with his childhood - and closest - friend. At age 35, that same friend shows up at his doorstep and suddenly, Aziraphale’s entire world is thrown upside down. A story of something unexpected, something old, something yellow, something stolen, something new and something promised. (It’s going to be a long week.)

Dancing in the Dark by Demonicputto (T)

In search of inspiration for his next album, rock musician Tony Jay is headed to London. It's not the atmosphere he's after, but a reunion with Ezra Fell, his dearest friend from childhood. A one sided, adolescent crush fueled Tony's first songs and, now that they're both older, he's hoping those feelings might finally be requited. But, Ezra may not be ready for that. In his eyes, their relationship is far more complicated. Unlike Tony, he remembers who they truly are: the demon Crowley and the angel Aziraphale.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #childhood friends #friends to lovers #mod d

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bellaaae · 2 months

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Yn tells us about herself [19.6M views]

“Hi!” Yn said and waved to the camera.its her form of greeting.

“If you don’t know yet i am a member of newjeans” Yn briefly introduced.

“Today I will be answering questions about myself,so you can get to know me better!” Yn said smiling.

“Lego!” Yn said and swifted her hands pointing to the side.

What is your full name?

Yn chuckled.” This is a very easy question,my full name is park Yn”

How old are you?

“I’m currently 14,going on 15 meaning I’m born in 2009” yn answered another easy question.

Do you have any siblings?

If you do are you allowed to reveal their names?

“Yes I have 2siblings,an older brother,His name is park sunghoon born in 2002,An older sister born in 2007 named park Yeji”

What are your nicknames?

Yn laughed.”I have so many….Angry bird,Youngest park,Newjeans youngest child,Short Maknae,Kitty Park…..” she paused trying to remember more.

“There’s still more but I can’t seem to remember lol”

How tall are you?

“I’m 159cm tall,People are often shocked by my height because of my age.They said people my age are usually taller because of puberty ” yn said smiling emphasizing the puberty.

What are your positions in newjeans?

“Newjeans doesn’t actually have official positions but we do when recording and dancing…..Mine is main dancer,main rapper,Centre and maknae” yn explained to the camera.

What’s your favorite food

“Umm I don’t have a favorite food,I love all food but maybe sushi since it’s what minji unnje loves making for use” she said thinking.

Favorite color

“Easy Blue” Yn responded smirking.

Emoji that’s your personality

Yn smiled looking at all the board of emojis.

She searched through it and finally found her emoji. “Oh! This one!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“😼🤨,Cheeky and sometimes sus,but I’m also very nice and sweet” Yn told the camera giving it a look.

Q10

Favorite song?

“Umm…Ah!” She said thinking then hitting her head.

“I have so many” she stated before thinking again.

“But (y/favorite song) is the best” you said giving thumbs up and nodding.

Q11

Would you classify yourself as the chef of the group?

“Me?” Yn asked shocked.

“Hell naur…..I can’t stay in the kitchen for 5minutes without Burning or messing everywhere” you explained chuckling.

Q12

Your MBTI?

“ENTJ,Shocking right?” Yn asked raising her eyebrows.

“People say I look like an introvert someone quite like Haerin unnie” you spoke.

Q13

Your favorite member?

“What kind of question even is this” Yn looked at it shock.

“It’s obviously all the members,I love them all for different reasons” Yn said smiling.

The staff were shocked at the duality of this child.

“Thank you so much for asking me to be a guest and I hope you’ve known some informations about me” Yn said giving a heart sign.

✰𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒

#newjeans #newjeans reader #newjeans x reader #newjeans fluff #newjeans yn

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luvangelbreak · 3 months

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Deprived | Eleven

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, suggestive? word count: 2.3k a/n: sorry this one is shorter than i wanted it to be but i have sm planned for this series y'all i’m COOKIN

pov: layla

"What?" I asked, scooping my first bite of ice cream out of the tub.

He shrugged, following my actions of taking a scoop of ice cream into his mouth before saying, "Twenty-one questions?"

"Are we in middle school?" I asked with an eyebrow raised and a small smile on my lips.

"Come on it's just so I can know more about you," he smiled at me and I rolled my eyes, scooping more ice cream into my mouth.

"Fine," I mumbled, swallowing the ice cream before I looked at him again, "You start since you wanna play so bad."

"What's your favourite food?" he asked as he placed another mouthful of ice cream in his mouth.

"Ramen noodles," I answered with a nod and he gave me a confused look, "What? They're cheap and they taste amazing."

"I was just expecting like pizza or sushi or something. Not ramen noodles," he chuckled as I shook my head.

"What's your favourite colour?" I asked, directing the conversation back to our little game.

"Blue," he answered quickly and I scoffed, "What?"

"That's such a basic answer. At least give me a specific shade of blue," I rolled my eyes playfully and he squinted his eyes at me.

Silence fell over us for a moment before he said, "The hoodie you wore to the game."

"What?" I asked, taking another scoop of ice cream into my mouth.

"The hoodie you wore to the game. That's my favourite shade of blue," he explained and I chewed on my bottom lip before he reached forward, pulling my bottom lip out of my teeth with his thumb before he mumbled, "You're gonna make yourself bleed again."

My eyes met his as he kept his hand under my chin and I felt my face heat up, my cheeks turning a light tint of red. I dropped my eyes back to the bed sheets in front of me and he pulled his hands away from my chin.

"It's your turn," I mumbled and he cleared his throat, leaning his back against the wall once again.

"Do you have any siblings?" he asked, resuming the game once more.

I nodded my head, placing my spoon in the middle of the tub of ice cream, "I have an older sister."

"How old is she?" he asked and I looked at him, making a fake serious face.

"It's not your turn, pretty boy," I deadpanned and he chuckled as he nodded, "Do you have a favourite parent?"

"No of course not," he shook his head, "I spend the most time with my dad but I love them both the same amount."

"That's cute," I let my smile peak through my lips as I bent my knees, pulling them towards my chest. His eyes flashed down to my thighs and I bit my lip, realising my shorts looked a lot shorter at this angle.

"How old is your sister?" he asked and I looked down at the bed sheets again.

"She's twenty-nine, eleven years older than me. I haven't seen her since I was 6," I shrugged, picking at the lint on the bedsheet.

"Why's that?" he asked cautiously and I leaned my cheek on my right knee, my face turned towards him as I spoke.

"She ran away. I talked to her through emails until I was 13 but my dad found out. She said for both of our safety it would just be better to not talk," I explained, a sad smile covering my face and his face softened as he looked at me.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, a comforting smile on his lips, "My brother is only 6 years older than us but he went to college when I was 12, he moved out for that and never came back. We only really see him on Christmas now."

"Are you close with him still?" I asked, chewing on my lip before grabbing my spoon from the tub and taking another scoop into my mouth.

He shrugged, following my actions before saying, "We try to talk but he works all the time."

"It's good that you still try," I shrugged and he smiled while nodding.

"What's your favourite subject in school?" he asked as I stabbed the spoon back in the tub.

"English," I responded, looking up to see him smirking at me, "It's the easiest subject. Don't get too cocky now."

He hummed in response, a smirk still evident on his lips, "Sure, sure."

My mind drifted to the night at Downs, my thoughts swirling with worry and I looked down at the covers before asking, "You know how we went to Downs?"

"Yeah?" he asked, a questioning tone underlying his words.

"Did I like... go too far?" I asked, my nervousness clearly showing as I refused to look at him.

"What do you mean?" he questioned and I sighed, feeling uncomfortable expressing my worry but for the sake of my sanity, I needed to know.

"Like, with the whole phone thing. I didn't, like, make you uncomfortable or anything?" I picked at the lint on the covers and I heard a chuckle emit from his mouth, making me look up at him.

"Were you thinking that this whole time?" he asked with a smile on his face and I shrugged in response, "I wouldn't have done it if it made me uncomfortable. It's fine."

"You sure?" I double-checked, chewing on my lip nervously and he leaned forward, pulling my lip out of my teeth again with his thumb.

"Positive," he nodded and I bit the inside of my cheek, hiding my smile, "Can I be honest?"

"Would be pissed if you weren't," I quipped and he smirked at me.

"I kinda liked it," he admitted and I raised my eyebrows, pulling my knees closer to my chest.

"You're such a guy," I rolled my eyes, ignoring the excitement in my stomach as he looked at me.

"I have a real guy question for you," he announced, placing his spoon in the ice cream tub, "What's your body count?"

"You've gotta be fucking with me," I giggled, shaking my head in disbelief, "Contrary to popular belief, it's zero."

"Wait, what?" he looked at me with genuine confusion and I smiled, nodding my head, "You've never..."

"Yes, Matthew. I've never had sex. I am a virgin. Any other way you want me to say it?" I blandly stated with a smile and he raised his eyebrows.

"Wow," he had a downturned smile on his lips.

"Why's that so shocking?" I asked, amusement still on my face.

"Just is," he shrugged, avoiding my gaze now and I squinted my eyes at him, "You're just very pretty. I can't imagine it would be hard for you to get with someone."

I felt heat creep onto my face and I looked down at my thighs, "Thanks but that's not really why I haven't done it."

"Why then?" he asked, his nosiness making me amused in a way.

"I've just never really been into physical touch shit. I don't even like when people hug me," I explained as I looked at him again.

"You seem fine when I hug you," he pointed out, a smirk on his face again.

"You're the exception to the rule I guess," I shrugged, a small smile on my lips, "I feel like it's only fair to ask what your body count is then."

"It's four," he answered shortly and I raised my eyebrows, "Two of them were girlfriends."

"And the other two?" I asked now being the nosy one.

"Random hookups I regret to this day," he replied honestly and I nodded, "Do you ever think about it?"

"Think about what?" I asked, letting my legs slide out in front of me

"Ya know..." he trailed off and I smirked, waiting for him to say it as I gave him a questioning look, "Doing it."

"Doing what?" I asked, an obvious smirk on my face now and he gave me a deadpanned look.

"Having sex. Ya happy now that I said it?" he asked with a roll of his eyes and I giggled, pulling my sleeves over my hands since the cold hair nipped at them.

"I am a human, Matthew. Of course I've thought about sex," I smiled at him with amusement and he shrugged his shoulders.

"You could be asexual for all I know," he stated and I shook my head.

"Nope," I answered quickly before I took a breath in and said quietly, "I am bi though."

"Oh that's dope," he nodded and I let my tense shoulders relax, "Why did you look so worried?"

"Because you're a straight man. I was expecting some sort of whack-ass comment," I told him honestly and he frowned.

"I'm a straight man but I'm not fucking weird," he replied and I nodded, looking down at my phone to see it was already 9:30 pm.

"You think they're done in the living room?" I asked, looking back up to him and he shrugged, quickly crawling off the end of the bed.

"I'll check," he walked out of the room, leaving his door open and I took that as an opportunity to look around his room. He had a few art pieces on the walls all of which related to either music or nature. His room was clean and organised, the complete opposite of mine. There were very few clothes on the floor, all of which looked like pyjamas.

I heard footsteps up the stairs before he reappeared at the door and I asked, "They there?"

He shook his head, picking up a few clothes off the ground, "Nah. I'm gonna go get changed in the bathroom. You want some sweats or something?"

"Uh, I can't really sleep in full pants. It's super uncomfortable," I gave him an apologetic smile and he opened one of his two wooden drawers, pulling something out before throwing it into my lap.

"That work?" he asked and I picked up the black shorts that looked like they would never fit Matt, not even sure they would fit me, "They're Allie's. She leaves her shit here all the time so I just keep it in my room."

"Yeah that should be fine, thanks," I nodded and he smiled, opening another drawer to throw me another item of clothing, this one significantly bigger than the shorts he'd given me.

"What are you gonna wear to school tomorrow if you sleep in your only shirt?" he asked, a smirk on his face and I pursed my lips before nodding. With that, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

I quickly slid into the clothes he gave me, making a small pile of my clothes next to my bag and shoes. I grabbed my phone checking for any notifications but it was blank. With a sigh, I locked in again and there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I called out and the door opened to reveal Matt now in a white wife-beater and blue plaid pyjama pants, "Allie is like half my size as you can see by the shorts."

I pointed to my thighs which were covered by the black shirt, hiding the fact that I was wearing shorts that could be mistaken for underwear and he gave me an apologetic, "I don't really have any comfortable shorts."

"It's fine. Your shirt's long enough," I shrugged, looking down at the white writing on the shirt which read 'Ransom', "Are their blankets and stuff on the couch?"

"Uh yeah," he answered, sounding confused as he threw his clothes on his gaming chair that was in front of his desk.

"Cool," I stood up and he frowned, moving to stand in front of the door.

"What do you mean 'cool'? I'm sleeping on the couch," he stated and I crossed my arms over my chest giving him an unimpressed look.

"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch, Matthew. Sleep in your own bed," I told him as I went to walk past him but he blocked me from walking into the hallway, shutting the door with his foot.

"I practically made you stay here. Sleep in the bed, Layls," he demanded and I shook my head.

"I'm not sleeping on the bed if you're sleeping on the couch," I told him stubbornly.

"You wanna sleep on the couch together or what?" he asked sarcastically but there was a small voice in the back of my head telling me that wasn't an awful idea.

"No. I want you to sleep in your own bed," I stated again.

"And I want you to sleep in my bed," he repeated and I huffed, pulling my hair out of its ponytail.

"Guess we're both sleeping in your bed then," I shrugged, walking back to the bed. He turned around to open the door and I spoke loudly, "You go down to that couch Matthew and I'm punching you in the nuts."

"Why are you so adamant about this?" he asked as he turned around to look at me again as I sat on the edge of the bed, ruffling my hair so it would sit on my shoulders better.

"Because," I shrugged, not really knowing why I cared about this so much, "I already feel like I'm intruding in your house. I would feel even worse if you had to sleep on the couch."

"I'm fine to sleep on the co-"

"Matthew," I cut him off, making him purse his lips and stare at me, "Get on the fucking bed."

"God, you're so stubborn," he mumbled, flicking off the lights before turning on his lamp that was on the bedside table. He plugged his phone into the charger before jumping past me to lie down on the side that was against the wall.

"I could say the same for you, pretty boy," I mumbled as I placed my phone next to his, not bothering to ask for a charger. I slid under the covers, the soft material gliding over my bare skin.

"You want a pillow here?" he asked making me turn to my left to see him holding a pillow in between us.

"Up to you," I shrugged and he hesitated before placing the pillow back behind his head.

A silence fell over us and the only sounds being heard were our breathing. I lay staring at the ceiling for a moment but I felt eyes on me. I didn't have to turn my head to know he was looking at me.

Instead, I just mumbled, "Go to sleep Matthew."

I heard him chuckle before he shifted to get under the covers and replied with, "Goodnight, Layls."

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@ilovechrissturniolo1 @leprechaunbirthdaygirl @sturnfix @lilsstvrn @sturniololol

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elsfleur · 11 months

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⋆·˚ ༘ * TRUE BLUE PROLOGUE

ellie williams x reader

summary: being a miller is the closest thing ellie has felt to being safe, love no longer an unknown currency she felt unworthy of– though when she and her sister sarah fall in love with the same girl it is sure to ruffle some feathers in the peaceful life.

content warning: unrequited sarah miller x reader, pining and anticipation, mentions of marijuana usage, alternative universe plot, light nsfw content, based on this joel fic, this is only a prologue i’ll write it only if you guys want me to

word count: 557

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sarah miller was the textbook definition of charm in its very own exclusive personification, from the bright eyes to the citrus perfume, she was a radio song that got you tapping your fingers to the rythym on the wheel in the midst of a particularly stressful day, a silver lining. ellie miller on the other hand, was more similar to beer or sushi, an acquired taste. a good fantasy for cold nights but not quite the company you’d aspire to keep in warm mornings. and it would’ve been fine, truly, neither of them cared for their differences or evoked sibling rivalry, together in all that mattered and oh so far apart in the aspects that didn’t– there was a homely peace in the miller household that exceeded expectations for such strong personalities and it would’ve remained so if it wasn’t for an unexpected similarity between the sisters: their taste in women.

“ellie are you listening?” joel cut her off from her thoughts, his voice managing to echo past the loud music blasting through her headphones quick to be pushed down to her neck as he beckoned the girl over from her place at the couch towards the kitchen table where her sister stood chuckling disapprovingly, pouring treats into small colorful containers “is she ever?” sarah joked, getting slapped in the arm playfully.

“what, are we prepping for a candyland party or just bulking up for winter?”

“sarah is having a friend over”

“a friend” ellie repeated in raised eyebrows looking only at the blush that crept up her older sister’s cheeks ever so subtly as she shook her head, sending ellie a small glare for the implication joel had thankfully not caught on “what’s his name?”

“her name” sarah cleared her throat “anyways it doesn’t matter the point was you need to help me get these up to my bedroom” she shoved two of the containers into ellie’s hands before trailing off to their inconveniently shared room she was apparently being kicked out from for the day. as they finally reached the door, sarah motioned her elbow to stop the doorknob opening bringing ellie’s attention to her confused, a shy whisper being mumbled and misunderstood.

“i said…” sarah sighed “could i borrow your, you know, your green today?”

“no girl is gonna buy that you’re a stoner if you keep refering to weed as my green you might aswell be calling it the devil’s salad you know that right?”

“jesus christ ellie i’ll pay you back”

“see you could’ve started with that” ellie smirked “do you even know how to roll a blunt though?”

“well if you can do it it can’t possibly be that hard”

“ha ha ha you’re so funny” she pushed past her to open the door placing down the candy on sarah’s nightstand “but seriously, who’s the girl? to get little miss goodie two shoes to start fake smoking she deserves a praise from me who have been trying to be a bad influence for years”

“hmm how do i put it in ellie words” sarah joked, but genuinely wandered in her brain “you know how you felt that time dad bought you a telescope and you managed to see a blood moon for the first time up close? that’s what being close to her feels like to me. all of the time”

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#ellie williams x reader #the last of us fanfiction #elsfleur #lesbian #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Us Always ( Guro Reiten x Reader )

warnings: none

a/n: i know this isn’t the most family oriented but i really tried 😭 hopefully it’s okay. based off this request:

prompt: cute family moments w guro

April 17 2021

By this time, you had known Guro for seven years, and you were madly in love with the norwegian, and she, with you. You were both 25, having been born only a day apart. Today was your four year anniversary. It had taken you guys a very long amount of time to start dating. You had known each other by playing for Norway, but you were in denial about your sexuality for a while, and so was Guro. You had told people you were best friends, but best friends hearts don’t start beating like crazy when they lie their head down on their 'friends' lap.

You had planned a whole thing for your anniversary. You had asked Sam Kerr, Erin Cuthbert and Millie Bright to distract your girlfriend for a few hours, from 4:00 pm to 6:00 pm, so that you could set up your appartement. Now you really weren’t into the lovey dovey things. You would get her flowers and chocolates and jewelry to express your love for her, you wouldn’t use words. Acts of service were your love language. And so, when Guro left, you told her you would be out till 6:30 because you had a meeting with Nike, your sponsor.

Guro didn’t think you were neglecting your anniversary, she had made you a nice breakfast in the morning and you guys had cuddled in bed for an hour, just being happy you were with each other. So, she didn’t argue when the girls asked her to hang out, although she did wish you were there.

Your plan for their night together was a really big throwback. You would be building a blanket fort, and ordering her her favorite food. Why? The night you and Guro had first kissed, you were babysitting Guro’s niece, who had insisted on building a blanket fort. Except turns out that she got tired halfway through and fell asleep. So you and Guro had brought her to bed, and then you decided to keep on building the fort. You had drifted to sleep together under a ceiling of blankets, and when you woke up at 2:00 in the morning, Guro was awake and looking at you. And you kissed her. The rest- as corny as it is- was history.

You got to work quickly, starting by cleaning the living room. You then built the fort. You were pretty handy, and very skilled in the art of entertaining children because both your older siblings were married and had children. And your go too was always forts. You used blankets, pillows, and put fairy lights in it.

After that was set up, you took a quick picture of it and then went on your phone. You had ordered food to come at 6:15, and it was all your favorite things. There was saag paneer with rice, onion bajii, pizza and sushi. It was going to be a feast. All you had to do is make a baked Alaska. Her favorite desert. It was simple, just ice cream coated with graham crackers and whipped cream. So you would put it in the oven 20 minutes before it was time to eat the desert. It was now 5:30, the fort had taken a while, so you turned on the TV and went on netflix, selecting a horror movie you both knew you would barely be watching. Then, you went to your shared bedroom and put on her favorite outfit of yours. Which consisted of nike pros and a baggy but not long grey hoodie of hers, she loved seeing you in her clothes, and she was an ass girl, and the nike pro’s did you justice. You slipped your glasses on and then heard the door open. You walked out into the main area, seeing Guro starting at the fort. She turned to look at you, a wide smile on her face. "Baby… what did you do?" Guro said, laughing and putting down her bag to come jump in your arms.

You both made a point of speaking english when you could because your english wasn’t great.

You caught her in your arms and spun her around. "I recreated the scenes of our first kiss. I love you. So much. And i’m so lucky to be with you." You told her, all while her legs were around your waist. She kissed you again on the lips before peppering your face with them. She then jumped down and took off her shoes. "I’m gonna go change, and then we eat?" She said. "Food should be here in 5." You smiled at her. While she changed, you leaned on the counter and decided to post something on instagram.

@y/n.y/l/n

All these years with you and I will never get used to your risky hikes. But I’ll keep on loving you, always. Four years down, forever to go.

Alle disse årene med deg og jeg vil aldri venne meg til dine risikable fotturer. Men jeg vil fortsette å elske deg, alltid. Fire år ned, for alltid igjen.

You put your phone down as Guro walked out the bedroom, wearing a similar outfit as you. Just then, the doorbell rang. "Go sit down. I have a movie ready."

The rest of the night was perfect, it was everything, and it was all you needed, her.

March 30 2023

You all knew you could not let Lyon score. That ball could not go in the back of Ann Kat’s net. If only knowing it couldn’t end up back there was enough. It wasn’t.

When Lyon scored, you knew it wasn’t over. As the attacking midfielder, you knew you had to create an opportunity for the team. But then it went into extra time, and Lyon scored again. You thought you were going to die.

Your girlfriend got subbed off, you couldn’t even recall for who, but she was on the bench, and she was mad.

And then, things seemed to turn around. You ran into the box and passed the ball to Lauren who received it perfectly, until you saw a foot stick in front of Lauren’s, sending her tumbling to the ground. You threw your hands up in the air as Lyon cleared it, all of Chelsea was going insane, the Lyon players were trying to defend their team, both benches were on their feet and the Chelsea fans at Stamford Bridge were screaming in rage. Time moved in slow motion, you looked over to Jessie Fleming with a mix of fear and hope in your heart. She looked at you the same way. And then, it seemed as though everything fast forwarded and the ref was pointing at the penalty spot, and Sophie Ingle was handing you the ball. "Can you do this?" She said to you. "Yes. Yeah I can do this." You answered, grabbing it and placing it on the spot. You didn’t want to look back at the bench, if you saw your Guro, you would be too concentrated on not letting her down to score the perfect penalty. You fiddled with the ball a bit before finding the perfect position for it to rest in. You backed up and breathed heavily. You knew how to do this. You had this.

And then the whistle blew, and your foot hit the ball, and the keeper went right and the ball went top left and you were screaming and running to the bench where Emma Hayes had just turned around and was screaming and jumping with Erin Cuthbert. You jumped into Guro’s arms, shaking so hard and screaming out of joy. You were level, and this quarter final was going to penalties.

Your brother and your sister were in the stand with their kids, all of them wearing your name on their back, except for one of the kids, who loved Guro more than she loved you, you couldn’t even bring yourself to mind because the sight of your girlfriends name on your niece’s back was the most wonderful thing ever.

Jess Carter took the first penalty. Score.

Lyon. Score.

Sam Kerr. Score.

Lyon. Score.

Jessie Fleming. Score.

Lyon. Miss.

Lauren James. Miss.

Lyon. Score.

It was your turn. You couldn’t miss. And you didn’t. You sunk it in with ease and pumped your fist in the air, running to Jessie and Niahm, hugging Magda and Joanna.

And then Ann Kat worked magic, and Chelsea was through.

The whole team ran to Ann Kat and dog piled on top of her, but you made sure to run to Guro who was running off the bench and onto the pitch. You jumped into her arms, hugging her head to your chest and holding her tightly. "MY GIRL! MY GIRL!" Guro yelled, smiling up at you and then hugging your upper body again as you rested your cheek on her head. Guro put you down and then you both ran to the rest of the group, hand in hand. You and Ann Kat hugged, the team spraying water on the both of you. "Ice cold!" She said to you, smiling. "Right back at you Keep!" You smiled.

The celebrations were amazing, but you were quick to find your siblings. You hugged your sister tightly and then your brother. They all praised you, making you blush from the attention. You focused on the five kids there, hugging the and smiling. You picked up the youngest, a seven month old girl and walked on the pitch with her, taking her to your teammates.

"Gee!" Guro said, happy to see the baby. Georgia reached out for Guro who took her gladly, smiling at her mini Chelsea jersey. You took the opportunity to go sign a few things as Guro held your niece, she was getting much attention from Niahm and Jessie. When you got back, you took her back to her mother and swapped her for your five year nephew, JJ, who was incredibly social and wanted to say hi to everyone. You soon got called over for a quick post match interview. "You want to come, JJ? You wanna be on TV with auntie?" You asked him. "Yeah!" He said happily. You quickly asked your sister, who’s son it was and she agreed to it. Then, you picked him up and brought him to the cameras.

"Hi!" The reporter said, passing you a headset. "Hi, nice to see you again." You answered, recognizing her from other games. "Same to you, same to you. Who’s this?" She asked, looking at the boy in your arms. "I’m JJ." He said, the camera now rolling. "Well hello, JJ. The woman said. She then turned to you. "Well, I’m sure you guys are ecstatic to have made it through. How do you feel about your performance as a team?" She asked. "Um, not good enough. We were extremely lucky to have had that clip in the box. I know a lot of people will say the game was stolen from Lyon, they were the better side but we kept our calm and I think that showed. I’m very proud of this team and I’m just happy not to have missed." You said, smiling. "Yeah, a very special penalty that was. So now there are two english teams in the semi finals. How do you feel about maybe having to play Arsenal again?" The woman asked you.

You knew what was coming the second she said that. The thing is, Guro had had a lot of fun teaching three year old JJ to say "London is blue!" every time the word Arsenal was brought up. She thought it was hilarious. So that’s what happened.

"LONDON IS BLUE!" He yelled, his squeaky little voice making you jump. The reporters and you were quiet for a second before you all burst out laughing. "I’m so sorry, my girlfriend taught him that I promise. Anyways uh, yeah no we’re just going to concentrate on the Barca game, Arsenal is not our issue right now." You told her.

You talked for a couple more minutes and then you wrapped it up. You handed JJ back to his parents and rushed into the tunnel where Guro was waiting for you away from the cameras. "Can I kiss you now?" She asked. "Please. And don’t stop."

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #chelsea fcw #arsenal fcw #jessie fleming #guro reiten #ann katrin berger

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Your Relationship As Logans Youngest Would Include:

Requested: What would Logan’s relationship with his youngest child? - anon

A/N: I'm not 100% sure if this was a request or just a question, but I like it too much not to turn into a headcanon :) I'm basing it off these headcanons and this fic series because I love this Baby Roy! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Logan never wanted you from the beginning

He makes that abundantly clear with your mother, but she had no children, by him or anyone else, and thought this would be the way to trap him. It'll at least get her the money she wants when they inevitably divorce

Neither of your parents understand what it is to raise a child. Your mother was never warm and fuzzy with your siblings, let alone you. She hates the fact that she has to give up alcohol and sushi for you and definitely reminds you of all her sacrifices. Your father wants nothing to do with you. Period

He has three boys to choose from, more than enough for a single successor, and a daughter to carry on the family name. To Logan you're more like spare parts

He's older now, he has less time for children, less time for you. Less energy, too. He doesn't have time for you. He didn't have time for your siblings, but now he was even more busy. At least they're grown up, at least he doesn't have to parent them anymore. You're a baby, you supposedly need him. But his work is more important

After you're born he spends as little time with you as possible, leaving your mother and siblings to raise you. He can't remember, but he swears you cry more than the others. You cry all the time. It prevents him from working. It prevents him from inviting people over. You are deemed the reason he can't get anything done

It's up to your siblings mostly to raise you. Connor takes over as father figure and the rest do their best to protect you. When you're fussy or cranky or just not in a good mood they know better than to let you near Logan in that state. Things always end badly when you're around him

When he can't help but be around you, he remains distant. When you're old enough to walk and talk and go to school, he might ask about it. Probably not, though. He can't be bothered to care

You remind Logan of his own mortality. You're so much younger than he is, so much younger than your siblings. He sees you and realizes he doesn't have the energy anymore. He doesn't have the drive anymore. He's still got his bite of course, but he's getting older. He's not as scary as he used to be, at least he feels this way and it's why he's even more cruel than usual

Logan only hears word of your tantrums. You have a nasty temper that makes the help quit weekly. He doesn't have time for that. He'd just divorced your mother and became the parent with the most custody. He isn't going to hit you like Roman, he has this feeling you'd only get worse. You're already covered in bruises and scratches, he can't afford anymore questions

He sent you to your room for days at a time, he took away meals and toys and time with your siblings. Some days he even took you away from school, deciding that time with your teachers and friends was too good for you. You'd be so quiet, so still, he sometimes forgot you were there. When you begged for food and water he'd send a plate to your door, not wanting to see you at the table. Not wanting to see you at all

One day after a particularly bad week, after you threw yet another tantrum in front of his investors, he calls you into his study. You know you're not allowed in here. He has so many things he wants to say that he can't. He wants to yell and scream and order you to stop acting this way. It's childish, it's reckless, and if you don't straighten up, he'll ship you off to boarding school. Instead, what comes out is vague and simple: Quiet down.

Quiet down the tantrums, the emotions, the crying and yelling, the head banging, the scratching, the throwing, the disaster, quiet down everything until you are nothing. Until you are nothing

It is a non-threatening threat

Your siblings try to help, try to get in-between the anger and your father, but he knows. He sees everything that goes on inside his home. Your behavior is unacceptable and he will not stand it

When you started drinking, he took notice. You were, what? Ten, eleven, twelve. He'd had his first drink by your age. The fact that you had simmered down meant that it was working

He would do nothing to stop you, nothing to intervene. When you went to your mothers, when you weren't drinking, he was the one who heard all about how misbehaved you were. When you came home and self-sedated, he figured it was a win. He finally had you behaving. Ever since you were born he'd felt this anger, this disgust towards you. Now that you were limp and quiet and subdued, you were a pleasure to have

The pills were the next step, stealing from the bathroom cabinet, coke from Kendall's pockets, other drugs from school. He knew what was going on, but again didn't care. He felt like he'd been holding his breath your whole life and could now finally breathe

He didn't care what you did or how much you did it, it was your life he was fucking up, not his. Why should he care?

You wouldn't overdose til a few months later. He pays the hospital bills, never bringing it up. You collapse a few times at home, the help finding you, saving you, but he never brings it up. You come home and shut yourself in your room, out late every night

He's not an idiot. He knows exactly what you're doing, what you're trying to get rid of: the anger. He'd let you kill yourself over it. He has an heir, he has successors that aren't you. You're finally letting him do his job, letting him work. That's all he wanted your entire life

"Where are you going?"

"Out."

"To do what?"

He knows. He's always known. And sometimes it feels like he's rubbing it in your face that he knows and doesn't care. It hurts and drives you to do more drugs and drink more alcohol. If he doesn't care about you, why should you?

He doesn't keep track of you. You're at clubs, bars, underground, all over the city. If you're not home by the time he goes to bed you are not his problem. Simple

When you call him that night, sobbing, asking for help, for safety, for him to pick you up after days of not being home, he nearly hangs up. You are weak. You always have been. Instead he calls Connor, knowing he's in the city, ordering him to find you. When the call ends he goes back to sleep without worry. This is your mess, your fault. He won't let you get in the way of another big day tomorrow

Years you spent ruining your life, your body, a decade you spent in those bars, in those clubs, drinking yourself to sleep every night because you were weak and couldn't deal with life

He doesn't see you for months after that. You go to rehab a few times. You stay with your siblings and then you get your own place. Neither of you talk about that night, that call. He is neither kind to you nor hateful. You simply exist. You are a letdown. You always have been. He was foolish to think you'd be any other way

Logan dies not liking you. You're clean now, have been for a year after multiple months of rehab and multiple months of falling off the wagon. But that doesn't mean a thing to him. You poisoned yourself for years. You poisoned your family. You couldn't deal with life and that made you weak. No matter how sober you stay or for how long, you did those things to yourself. No one else did. Logan didn't want you from the beginning, but your life just proves you are not a Roy, you never will be. You're, at best, spare parts

#requested #headcanon #logan roy #logan roy imagine #logan roy headcanon #logan roy x reader #succession #succession imagine #succession headcanon #succession x reader

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local-pr1nter · 10 months

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The Diamond Brothers 💎

The infamous Diamond brothers, gotta love them.

(mentions of animal passing, a little angsty)

There's a four year age gap between them, which would make Daiya 22 when Mondo was 18. Daiya was only 4 when Mondo was born.

Their living situation isn't implied to be the best - no mention of their father and little talk of their mother.

But onto the general and wholesome headcanons!

Their dynamic is typical sibling behavior- teasing, bullying, yelling, and then acting as if nothing happened and being best buds again.

Before Mondo got big, Daiya would usually rough-house with him, eventually trapping him in a headlock or dangling him by his feet. Now that he's big, Daiya hasn't rough-housed with him in a hot minute - he's a bit intimidated of Mondo's larger structure compared to his.

Before high school, they would both typically play a variety of video games around their city - mostly around arcades. Their favorites were shooters, old-school side scrollers, and DDR. They aren't good by any means, but they still have fun.

Daiya has the highest score between the two of them on "POSSESSION" by Tag Underground (correct me if I'm wrong)

Daiya is a casual theater nerd whilst Mondo is the Theater Kid™. Daiya was the one who got him into that sort of thing once he showed him Grease. It just evolved from there, prompting relentless teasing from Daiya.

They're both really good singers - nothing professional of course, but they're nice to listen to. While Mondo has a smooth, deep voice, Daiya's voice is similar to Leorio Paladiknight from HxH. Idk it just seems fitting. Puberty kicked them in the gut.

They like going to small restaurants around town - the smaller the better. They once found a hidden sushi place and had the best meal they've had in ages.

Speaking of food - Daiya is the designated chef between the two of them. Mondo tried cooking once. Let's just say Daiya will never eat garlic again.

Once Daiya pulled off a heist to steal a live lobster from a sushi place cause he was bored. That became his pet that he spoils for no reason. Big ass tank and everything. Mondo thinks it's the dumbest thing ever.

"Dude female lobsters can live up to fifty years."

"Good she gets everything in my will."

They both adore the fuck out of Chuck. Whenever Chuck isn't following around Mondo, he seeks out the older brother to ask for treats he shouldn't get.

"But he's such a good boy!"

"Those treats are making him fat!"

"Awww good fatso!"

*incoherent scream from Mondo*

But they both adore the fuck out of that dog.

When Chuck passed, Mondo shut down completely. Daiya saved Chuck's collar before retrieving his ashes for Mondo to keep. While continuing to grieve, Mondo would find Daiya and just...hug him. Daiya wouldn't bother to move him so they sometimes fell asleep like that. It definitely helped both of them to cope.

With the gang, their sibling behavior doesn't stop.

They're very competitive and tend to have competitions. Chugging, push-ups, other endurance contests, and of course, racing.

When Daiya was retiring, he planned to keep riding, but only as a way of transportation.

And during their race, Daiya got hit in such a way that his leg was permanently paralyzed. Mondo's never felt so guilty, thinking he almost killed him.

Daiya is just happy it was him and not Mondo. It was all worth it after Mondo took charge of the gang, resulting in his invite to Hopes Peak.

Daiya has never been prouder.

While Mondo is still sensitive about the accident, Daiya does his best to joke about it as a way of coping and to try and comfort Mondo.

They continued to speak on-call as Mondo went through Hopes Peak. Daiya continued to tease him about his friends, either teasing Mondo directly or making off-hand comments.

"So how old is Yasuhiro again?"

"Wha-?"

"He's really cute.."

"What-?! Daiya don't even think about it-!"

"Is he single?"

So on and so forth.

But overall they have that typical sibling dynamic. Lots of teasing and fighting, but at the end of the day they still love each other and wouldn't have any other brothers.

Unless it's Takemichi.

Takemichi is their unofficial younger brother.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v1 trigger happy havoc #mondo oowada #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa mondo #headcanons #mondo owada #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fandom #daiya oowada #daiya owada #crazy diamond #diamond #brotherly love #brother #platonic love #platonic #siblings #danganronpa au

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colourstreakgryffin · 9 months

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Hi, could I request some headcanons for Senjuro who's besties with a reader who's personality is like Starfire?

Teen Titans? Yes! I can do this! I love Starfire as she is queen of love

Best Friend! Senjuro Rengoku

The only sense of kindness Senjuro is use to is from his compassionate older brother, Kyojuro so when you come wondering into his life with so much cheerfulness and sweetness, he cannot bring himself to reject you

Senjuro is the type of best friend to do whatever you want to make you comfortable and happy anytime you come to say hi to him. He is as loving as you, and he will make every visit be a memorable time

Senjuro’s favourite bonding activity with you is cooking lunch. He has grand cooking skills, though, your rather bizzare meals would have weirded him out to a teet if he didn’t admire how passionate and excited you are to cook

Senjuro loves styling your beautiful dark pink hair into all the cute styles he has been practicing on Kyojuro, all for you. Your hair is simply marvellous to him and he’ll style it for absolutely no reason. It’s not like you’ll say no to the younger Rengoku

Senjuro is a flustered one, unfamiliar with compliments and love. He gets all blushy and nervous when you start behaving all protective and doting towards him. You two are basically the same age and you’re not a slayer but you want to defend him as much as you can

All other friends you’ve ever had were terrified of your horrifically intense side, Senjuro isn’t fazed by it. Your anger is always justified and he’ll just sit back to let you vent it all out before you return to him to calm down

Senjuro is your biggest support, he tries to politely get around your lazy and careless nature. You sometimes just don’t wanna do stuff so he uses all the things you like to give you motivation. Cats, parties, music. He knows you like the back of his hand

Senjuro knows everything about you as you constantly spill about the stuff you like and he happily remembers it all as he values you like a sibling. A long lost sibling, so he lets you rant and talk his ear off with a gentle smile on his face. To him, your openness is adorable

Senjuro likes turning you into a sushi roll with his futon so he can cuddle you. He is a very cuddly person by heart, just like Kyojuro, so rather you be his friend or partner, he just wants to embrace you and feel your heartbeat. He is sadly a bit touch-starved so he is attracted to affection

Due to your Western nationality, you struggle to understand the Japanese speech, customs and more, messing up regularly but Senjuro laughs everytime you mess up. He doesn’t mind it at all and in-fact, he tries his best to teach you what you don’t know, so you won’t be embarrassed

Senjuro isn’t shocked or disgusted by you licking him when he is visibly sweaty or dirty. He does find it odd but he is flattered by the consideration behind the gesture, you want to keep him clean and he appreciates that

Senjuro is a angelic boy, so he is always eager to make new friends and with how likeable you are, he has his arms open even wider. It doesn’t matter if it’s only been seconds since you two were apart, Senjuro always wants to be around you and he misses you

Senjuro is basically your Silkie. You carry him around constantly and if he disappears suddenly, you’ll explode into an glowing green electric storm

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #kny hashira #headcanons #best friend stuff #best friends #rengoku senjuro #senjuro rengoku #best friend Senjuro #kny headcanons #kny #kny senjuro #demon slayer senjuro #baby rengoku #such a cutie #I love Senjuro #senjuro x reader

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once-ler-ask-blog153 · 15 days

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Credit for the original story goes to @simplydannie on tumblr she she writes cool fanfic go check her blog out!

Link to original story if you want to read it⬇️

😁ok now onto the story!

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Chapter 4

Clare hands the paper back to Sally. “Veneer told me before him and velvet got arrested another security guard took Kaiyo away from them!” She said to her. “I can probably guess who.” Sally puts her hands on her hips. “Kyle“ They both said in unison “but Kyle is the sweetest security guard towards children… he thought he was doing the right thing unless someone told him to take Kaiyo away from… oh DAMN IT MARK!” Clare screamed and huffed angrily.

“Well someone has to tell Kyle! Yes his heart was in the right place but what he did was just apart of a misunderstanding!” Sally furrowed her eyebrows “it’s not gonna be me!” Clare replied. “When it comes to the topic of children being purposely taken away when they don’t need to Kyle gets… a little sensitive.” Sally put her hand on her hip. “Importantly how are we gonna tell him…” Clare shrugged.

“We’ll slowly bring up the topic and go from there” Sally and Clare nod. “Who’s gonna start the conversation when we find him though?” They both think. “We will just think about that when we find him” Clare fidgeted with her sunglasses. “Okay that seems fair enough” Sally responds.

Eventually they both found Kyle finishing up on his lunch break. “Hey Kyle” Sally waves to him then sat across from him. Kyle the brunette haired rageon looked at them and smiled “hey” he replies “Kyle we.. um want to ask you something.” Clare said nervously as Sally took a deep breath.

“Ok so we know you love children obviously it’s a reason why you became a security guard to protect them…” Sally softly rubs the back of her neck “how would you feel… if a security guard took a kid away when it’s not really needed…” Clare smiles nervously as she asked. “Truthfully…. I would be pissed off! If the kids life is in danger in the situation or home the There in is the right time to take them away!” Kyle answered and raised his eyebrows.

“And if mark told you to.. take away a kid from a safe situation… how would you respond?” Clare asked again “i would say hell no! The kid is safe, loved, and not in any danger nor harm!” Kyle nods and crosses his arms “um… do you remember.. a kid named Kaiyo?” Sally bites down on her fingernails “if so… well I recently learned… that his older siblings are his legal guardians….”

Kyle dropped his chopsticks he was using as he was eating his sushi bowl “ex- excuse me what??” He shakes his head and leans closer to them. Sally shows Kyle the paper “it’s still valid… and we put two innocent people in jail/prison…” the male Rageon looked calm for about a few seconds before he himself took a deep breath “pardon my language… WHAT THE F**K! Ohhh just wait till I give Mark a talking too!” Kyle stood up and bared his teeth a bit.

He started to started to walk down to Marks office. “Should we stop him?” Clare asked Sally “I don’t see any rules saying we have to stop him” she puts her hands behind her back “your right!” Sally replied as she also stood up.

“Mark are you aware what you had me do? YOU MADE ME SEPARATE A LITTLE SIBLING AWAY FROM HIS OLDER SIBLINGS!” After Kyle went to Marks office he was just ranting. Mark rubs his temples as he tries too keep his cool. “Not this nonsense again…”

Kyle became quiet for a minute before yelling “YOU HAD US PUT 2 INNOCENT PEOPLE BEHIND BARS!!” The brown haired rageon looked at him before taking a step back. “My respect for you has vanished!” Kyle tells him.

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/With Kaiyo\

Floyd and his brothers decided to visit Kaiyo the young Mount rageon/troll hybrid they were chatting until… an argument broke out between Kaiyo and Clay!

“If you kept your mouth shut about veneer and velvets yachts they would still have them!” Kaiyo glares at Clay and shakes his head. “Just like how you still have some fancy jewelry!” Clay argued back.

“That’s different! My jewelry have sentimental value to me!” Kaiyo huffed. “At least velvet and veneer still have there mansion so that’s a positive” he added. “Yeah that’s a positive!” Clay sarcastically said. “Why can’t you FORGIVE my older siblings they feel incredibly sorry for what they did!” Kaiyo stood up from his seat “they KIDNAPPED Floyd” the little troll was getting annoyed at this point. “Why don’t we just take a step back and breathe.” Floyd said calmly trying to defuse the situation. “I will when Clay admits that I’m right!” Kaiyo points at Clay and glares at him again. “Oh so you are acting like a spoiled brat now!” Clay pushed Kaiyo’s hand away. “What did you just call me?!” Kaiyo bared his teeth and took a step closer.

“I called you a spoiled brat because you are one!” Clay repeated himself. “I’m not a brat!” Kaiyo yelled “yes you are!” The troll replied “no I’m not!” He said back “clay that was a bit harsh….” John Dory walked over to his brother “your getting angry at a kid!”

Kaiyo looks away from clay and puts his hands on his hips. “Very mature Kaiyo!” Clay said sarcastically again. “Guys did you hear something because I don’t hear anything!” He said ignoring clay. “Both of you should try to get along!” Branch intervened as he too was getting annoyed. “Once Clay admits I’m right I’ll apologize!” Kaiyo crossed his arms still facing away from Clay “no when Kaiyo admits I’m right for taking away velvet and veneers yacht!” Clay facepalms himself and tapped his foot waiting for Kaiyo to say something.

Ritz gently grabs clay by the back of his sweater and carries him out of the kitchen to the living room. “Seriously dude! What is your problem getting so angry at a 11 1/2 year old kid!” The blond hair rageon sighed then slowly and carefully on the coffee table. “But Kaiyo also kidnapped Floyd to-“ before clay could finish his sentence Ritz cut him off “But Kaiyo didn’t use Floyd’s talent!” He raised an eyebrow like if he was scolding Clay a little.

“Shouldn’t you be scolding Kaiyo not me!” Clay asked Ritz, Ritz started to chuckle a little “Kaiyo ignoring you was mature! I’m scolding you because you’re acting like a kid! So sit there and think about what you said!” Ritz walked back into the kitchen while clay sat down on the coffee table grumbling to himself.

~End of chapter 4~

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(Sorry it’s a few days late i might also post chapter 5 today to make up for making you guys wait for almost a week for chapter 4!)

#trolls 3 #mount rageous #mount rageons #trolls veneer and velvet #kid ritz trolls #trolls veneer #trolls clay #trolls john dory

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welldonebeca · 1 year

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The Afternoon Visit

Summary: When Sansa and her daughter fall sick with the stomach flu, her not-boyfriend surprises her with a special kind of visit. WC: 2.5k words Warnings: Modern AU. Stomach flu. So much fluff, you have no idea. Kids - cause those are a warning.

Sansa hated living in King’s Landing.

She hated it pretty much a couple of days after moving into it, and continued to hate it now, years later.

And, specially, she hated it since she became a mother.

Look, Sansa wanted to have a baby.

She always wanted to be a mother and always cared for her little siblings and hoped she could have her own kid some day. So, when she turned 25 and had the idea of freezing her eggs because her doctor said it was the best time, and she realised that she was stable enough to have a baby… she made a decision.

Sansa couldn’t wait until she found a man with whom she felt comfortable enough and trusted to have a life-long bond. After two and a half failed relationships - the half being Joffrey’s uncle, who she had attempted to go out with the month after breaking up with Harry, but didn’t let it become a relationship once she realised that older single men with PhDs were single for a reason - a lot of therapy and realising that she couldn’t both have a baby, her job and a partner, without one of those being compromised, she decided to have her baby on her own.

Three and a half months after freezing her eggs, she was in a doctors office and had semen she had purchased inserted into her womb. Her sister was right by her side - because she had heard of some doctor using his own semen to impregnate patients and wanted to make sure they were using the donor sample, which Arya didn’t tear her eyes from until it was inside of Sansa, making things very awkward - and once it was over, she went out to eat sushi, because, hopefully, it would be her last time eating it in at least a year.

Two weeks later, she had a positive pregnancy test, and a happy baby in her belly.

Serena Stark was born in King’s Landing.

Sansa wanted her to be born in Winterfell, but the idea of travelling up North while 9 months pregnant and then coming back with a newborn wasn’t very nice. So, her parents and Arya packed up and flew in, leaving Bran and Rickon with Robb in his home, and came to be present at the birth.

Serena was a big baby, with a big head. Sansa would know, her poor vagina took months to start feeling normal again - Arya still made fun of her for sitting on ice packs for the first month of post-partum.

But it was all worth it.

The nights of not sleeping, the faling asleep with a tit out while breastfeeding, the explosive diapers… everything made sense now that she had her daughter with her.

Having Serena, though, only made her hate King’s Landing more and long to go back to Winterfell. She wanted to show her daughter the snow, the castles, and how it felt to grow up around a loving family.

But the days she undoubtly hated King’s Landing the most was when one of them got sick.

When her baby was born, Sansa’s parents spent the first two months of her post-partum with them, helping her adapt to the new routine with a baby and with holsehold chores, but they had eventually left and she was all alone.

Now, her baby was a growing girl - three and a half - and Sansa was growing with her.

She was also ill after catching whatever stomach bug Serena had caught in her pre-school, and caring for a sick kid while also being sick wasn’t fun at all.

“Come on, baby,” she rubbed her back, trying to get her to eat the canned chicken noodle soup. “It’s good for you.”

Serena just whined into her neck, all fussy.

They had both barely eaten today, and Sansa really didn’t want her kid to be even more sick. Canned soup sucked, but what else could she even do?

A knock on the door made Sansa raised her head to look at it and frown in confusion. Who could it even be?

She adjusted Serena in her lap, and her daughter wrapped her legs around her waist as she dragged herself to check the security cameras outside.

“What?” she mumbled, confused.

It was Jon.

Jon Snow was Sansa’s… not-boyfriend. For the last three months they’d been going out and spending time together, and while she liked him very much, they had both agreed with taking things slow.

He had once passed her house to pick her up for an afternoon date, but had never met Serena because she didn’t want to introduce her baby to meet a man just for him to leave.

But he was right there at the door, carrying a big bag on his shoulder and waiting.

Sansa opened the door unsurely, trying to brush her hair back with her fingers after she undid all the locks she had put there so many years ago, to protect herself, still holding Serena.

He smiled brightly when she opened the door and then looked at the girl thrown all over her.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted her. “I hope this is not a bad time?”

Sansa hesitated a little.

“Well, it’s as not-bad as it can be,” she chuckled. “What are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you.”

Jon quickly raised his bag.

“You told me you two were sick, so I bought some stuff that usually helps with stomach bugs,” he explained. “I thought you’d need it.”

Sansa relaxed, though surprised with the meaning of his visit as she gave him space to come in.

“Jon,” she sighed. “You didn’t have to.”

He scoffed, walking inside.

“As if I could ignore how you needed help right now,” he shook his head. “Where’s your kitchen?”

Sansa pointed the way, following him along, and Serena raised her head from her shoulder, finally outran by her curiosity as Jon set his bag on the counter.

“I mentioned to my neighbour that you were sick and she made you soup,” he told her, taking the container from inside. “It’s still warm, it’s why I didn’t show up earlier.”

Her daughter rubbed her eye with a pout.

“Who are you?” she mumbled.

Jon stopped, and they exchanged a couple of looks. He knew about Serena - and how she was Sansa’s child and Sansa’s only, no other man, woman or non-binary partner involved in her production or raising - from the get go, and was very respectful of her need of taking things slow because of Serena.

“Honey, this is Jon Snow,” she spoke after a minute of being stunned. “He’s my friend. Jon, this is Serena, my daughter.”

Her baby girl just waved at him before hiding her face in her neck again.

“Hello, Serena,” he spoke softly, anyway. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Her daughter just hugged Sansa closer, and she sighed, rubbing her back gently.

“I’m sorry, she is a little fussy,” she apologised. “We are both not feeling like our best selves.”

Jon smiled softly, and she watched as he pulled more things from his bags.

“Tell me, Serena, do you like pedialyte?” he asked.

Jon took four - four - bottles of pedialyte from inside his bag, and a couple of boxes of icepop pedialyte along with other light snacks.

Serena moved, curious again.

“I like blue raspberry,” she told him, and he showed her the blue bottle.

“I got it for you,” he told her. “And some fruits too. Your mother told me you like berries.”

She just nodded, and Sansa watched them, surprised.

“Do you want to have a little bit now?” he offered. “I can cut them up for you.”

Sansa looked down at Serena, and she nodded slowly.

“Okay. And you, Sansa?”

She looked back at him, and Jon was raising his eyebrows at her.

“Me?”

“I’ll put the soup in a bowl for you,” he told her. “You need to eat too.”

She looked down, a little embarrassed. With needing to care for Serena, she didn’t even remember to eat.

“Thank you,” she spoke softly.

He just nodded along.

“Sit a little,” he instructed her. “You two need to let your body rest. I can take care of this bit.”

She did, turning the TV on and put Bluey on and cuddling your girl as she sucked on her finger, watching the Australian show. They made it through a whole episode before Jon arrived in the living room with two bowls and a sippy cup, setting them down on the low table in front of the TV.

“Here you go,” he spoke gently. “And I got your blue rasberry punch, too.”

Serena eyed him with hesitance, and Sansa rubbed her back a little bit.

“Why don’t you drink a little sip?” she offered. “It’s in your favourite cup.”

Jon took the cup, and showed it to her with a little friendly smile, waiting quietly.

“You don’t have to drink it all,” he assured her.

Serena reached for him slowly, taking the sippy cup, and drank from it slowly as they watched her and the show played on the TV, still half attached to Sansa.

She put the cup down, and Jon picked it up before giving her the bowl, and she could see it had strawberries, blueberries, rasberries and grapes inside, all cut in a half for practical reasons and looking very yummy, and - to Sansa’s relief - her daughter also seemed interested in it, grabbing little pieces and eating slowly while still in her arms.

“Well done, honey,” she kissed her sweaty temple, quickly spitting out some of her hair.

Jon, now seated on the floor, looked up at her face.

“She looks like a little copy of you,” he chuckled.

Sansa smiled a little. Everyone always told her that. Serena had all her Tully features, with her red wavy hair and sky-blue eyes, just like all of her uncles did. Her mother’s genes were very strong.

Jon picked up the soup bowl, and Sansa grimaced a bit.

“I don’t think think I have enough free hands for that.”

He looked down at the bowl and grimaced, and she chuckled, but he quickly stood up with it.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he told her.

Jon left for the the kichen and came back a couple of minutes later with a coffee mug and the bowl half empty.

“There you go,” he gave it to her. “One hand soup.”

Sansa giggled a little, feeling a bit more relaxed now.

“Let me know when you need the refil,” he told her, standing up. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to go wash the dishes now.”

Her eyes widened.

He was going to do what?

“What?” she asked, holding Serena close and putting the mug down. “Jon, no!”

He was quick to raise his hand, shaking it and he shook his head.

“Hey, I”m here to help,” he told her. “You two need to rest and hydrate and I can do a few chores while you do.”

She stared at him, not knowing what to say.

Aside from her family, no one had ever offered to help her like this.

“You don’t have to,” she told him. “You’ve already done a lot.”

He just gave her a smile.

“I want to do it,” he told her simply. “Don’t worry.”

He left back to the kichen, and Sansa could only stare on his way out before Serena poked her.

“Bluey, mummy,” she requested.

She sat back and pressed play on the TV show, reaching for her soup and drinking it. It was very nice, almost like her mother’s soup.

Her daughter watched the show as she ate, but Sansa couldn’t quite focused on the show, seeing Jon as he cleaned up her kichen, not seeming bothered at the least with the work.

Serena finished eating, and drank her pedialyte quietly before curling against Sansa, all sleepy, and she just held her close, grateful that she was finally resting. Their morning had been exhausting, to say the least.

She didn’t even notice she had dozed off herself until she felt something over her, and opened ther eyes, startled, to find Jon covering the two of them with a blanket.

“It’s alright,” he assured her. “Just me.”

Sansa smiled a little, yawning, and Jon pushed her hair back.

“I took the liberty of doing the laundry,” he whispered. “And it’s drying now.”

She flushed, a little embarrassed, but feeling something else too.

Jon was the sweetest man she had ever gone out with, and probably the sweetest man she had ever met.

She didn’t know a single man who would go out of his way like this just to get food and medicine to her, and even less do her dishes and her laundry.

“I’m making dinner for you,” he told her. “Some smash potatoes and turkey, nothing big.”

Sansa moved a hand to her face. God, she probably looked like such a mess right now.

“Jon, you didn’t have to,” she repeated. “I don’t even know what to say!”

He smiled, and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Just focus on getting better,” he said simply. “Eat, and make sure this pretty lady eats too. If she’s anything like me, she is going to love the icepops so much she’ll eat three or four of them at once if you let her, but I’m sure you know when to give them.”

She nodded a little. Yes, her doctor had given her some instructions about that.

“Have some too,” he instructed. “And rest. I can have lunch delivered tomorrow if you want to, or…”

He hesitated, and she looked into his eyes, a little eager now.

“Or?”

Jon flushed a bit.

“I could come too?” he asked.

Sansa’s cheeks felt hot.

“I’m sick,” she reminded him. “I don’t want you to catch it.”

His lips curled in a little smile.

“It’s alright,” he assured her. “Don’t worry about that.”

Sansa watched his eyes for a moment and bit her lower lip.

“You could come,” she agreed. “If you want to, of course. I’m sure Serena will be a little nicer to talk to too.”

Jon grined, looking a little happy, and scratched the back of his neck.

“Would you mind if I brought her some you?” he asked. “I saw this wolf plush, I didn’t know if you would be okay if I did.”

Her eyes widened a bit.

“You can,” she agreed quickly. “I’m sure she will love it. She loves plushies.”

Jon nodded, and stood a little straighter.

“Okay,” he nodded. “I’ll go check the potatoes now. You go rest.”

He walked back with a little smile on his lips, and she watched him go, surprised, and looked down at Serena.

She had been worried about introducing him to her daughter for so long because she was afraid he would be just like all of the other men she had tried to date in her life, but Jon was different.

He was… special. In the best of ways.

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hamamatsu-divison · 7 months

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"it's cold, not the weather, my heart"

Indtroduction

Eden Yamamura also know by his moniker "Ember" is the second member of hamamatsu's division team trickstar

A highschool student with a apathyc aura but at the same time someone kind and joy he's a bit hedonist but calm musician aspirant

he joined to the DRB for get fun, discover himself and help nellie on his research (and get free his sadic side) but he is also in the DRB for protect his older brother, something that Eden consider as his main goal in the DRB

Eden is a teenager of a bit short stature with blonde long hair up in a high ponytail with split bangs and blue highlights ,his eyes are electric purple with a calm look on them

He dresses in a male and femenine way

When he dress male wear a sleeveless black leather crop top under a pale pink and gray loose butonned flannel shirt,ripped black jeans and leather black boots with silver buckles,his accesories are a black rose ring and a Vivianne Westwood ring,a black chocker and a bracelet with a gold star

And when he dress femenine he wear a short red dress with ruffles on the chest and bell sleeves,fishnet stockings and black boots with a leather jacket with the same accesories and a pearl necklace

In both dress ways he wear makeup, nail polish and colorful hair extenssions

Aliases

"Ember" (artistic name) (by himself)

"Mr.fortune" (gamertag)

Son (by Nellie)

Otouto (by Aoba and Kururi)

Eden Chan (by Kaede)

"the succubus"

Biographical info

Gender-male

Age-15

Birthday-november 11th

Ethnicity-japanese

Hair color-blonde with blue reflects

Eye color-electric purple

Height-167cm

Star sign-scorpio

Piercings-lobes,double helix,bellybutton

Markings-henna tattoo in both hands,discolored bruises in the legs and arms,burn scars in upper arms

Family

Biological father (desceased)

Biological mother (desceased)

Adoptive father

Older half-brother

Older half-sister

Boyfriend (desceased)

Cat pet

Voiced by-Kamui (rapping)

Fun facts

MC name: Ember

Occupation: highschool student/underground musician

Division:hamamatsu

Team:trickstar

Position:2th member

Favorite food:strawberry shortcake

Least favorite food: sushi

Likes:making friends,coffee with milk,sunlit naps,old rock bands,roller skating,his siblings,rock music, milkshakes, do underground perfomances,draw, Vivienne Westwood clothes,videogames,sweets, cats, Kaede's rose garden, shenanigans with Kururi,foxes,fire,songwritting,his band,his guitar,philosophy, belly dance, Elliot Shimizu

Dislike: big dogs,storm nights,Nellie's insomnia nights,"vultures" (guys) around Aoba,see his siblings have "episodes",Ramuda Amemura, sacharine pop music, think on Makoto's suicide

Hypnosis microphone

Eden's hypnosis microphone is a black obsidian dagger with amethysts embedded with a windscreen on the handle

His speakers takes the form of a huge pink and white spider web with a black spider on it,the speader is black and have pink circular speakers on it's middle and several pink speakers with heart shape in all the spider web, when Eden starts to rap the heart speakers seems to "beat" and irraidiate a darker pink glow

His rap ability is called "addicted" ,with his ability Eden can rap some flirt and seductive verses who desinhibes his opponent and make them feel a "high" who left them open to a attack, Eden only can use it until finish his stamina

Eden's rap themes are around nocturnal life,his hedonism and how night can be more fun than the day, his rap themes are about how he can do lot of people wishing him and he love it, in that sense his rap it's darker when Eden raps about how he is a not human being,and the poor men who fell on his seductive words and acts just to end his vitality by him, in that sense Eden feel no shame of be explicit and make references to sex and how he slept (or sleep) with people who after it they "falled into the abyss" for him

Eden often make references to the stories of succubus and Incubus,how he's a succubus and people are his preys from he can feeding and saciate his hungry of energy

,also rap about music and his underground perfomances,how he want to protect his family and friends and the quite bloody things he will do if the are damaged , strangely Eden also raps with references to winter, especially "that winter where i losed my love"

He raps with a low and seductive voice who make all the people hear him

Personality

Eden is calm but sociable who enjoys talk with people and making friends,in certain way his personality could be comparable with his sister Kururi in the sense of being talkative and extroverted than their older brother Aoba and he likes help the people he love how he can,like trying help nellie to closer to his crush Kisouna Yuzairu or taking care Kururi and Aoba when they are suffering episodes (bipolar episode in Aoba's case or DID in Kururi's) he is (like Kururi) protective with Aoba and he isn't ashamed of admit that he joined to the DRB to protect him

But he isn't completely a good person after all like his siblings he have a dark side,in the deep he is afraid of being alone and with people he's closer is fiercely protective and he don't mind kill and shed blood if someone hurt his friends and siblings (and he has done it),besides like Aoba and Kururi he have pyromaniac tendencies and feel fascination when he set on fire rest of trash or in general see fire

Eden also have hedonists beliefes and enjoys out during the night partying,flirting with boys and girl,rollerskating at night or simply having fun, Eden is quite flirty and seductive,aware of his physical and sexual attractive Eden is not afraid of use it for his benefit he also admit how he had sex often and enjoy it...but not only for simple pleasure not. some people said when Eden is making out or when his desire grow,people around him seems to be more "open to sleep with him and more desinhibes" and some who slept with him said that "his eyes has a pink glow", Eden is aware of that and enjoys of his supernatural abilities even if that make him no completely human but he still being a good person

Trivia

He calls Aoba "neesa" a form of say "nee-san" (big sister)

Eden have dyed blue reflects in the hair to have at least one similar with his siblings

Eden isn't ashamed of say he's in the DRB in parte for "protect neesa" (for Aoba's consternation)

Eden can skateboarding and roller skating and he often go to other cities for skateboarding/roller skating

He think is funny when people get surprise when they found that him, Kururi and Aoba are siblings (and usually Aoba is the one who explain that Eden look like their mother)

He's openly bisexual but admit have preference for guys

His favorite band is "the sex pistols" and his favorite fashion designer is Vianne Westwood

He's a musician aspirant and often do rock perfomances with his band in underground livehouses and underground music halls, sometimes in bars and restaurants

He's usually do shenanigans or get into troubles with his sister Kururi,and both are working together for protect Aoba from "vultures" but he keep an eye in Yuki Kuraokami from sapporo

Eden is the most mentally stable beetwen his siblings but considering some thing that isn't much

Eden's abilities can desinhibes people around him and aument the sexual desire (of others and himself),he use it when he's out in the night or perfoming,the part of sexual desire use it when he needs to feed of human energy

Eden admit have a sexual life despite his young age and due to his abilities he needs feed of human energy and he do throught sex

Eden have a identity in the criminal underground as "the succubus" who seduce or sleep with his victims before feed of them until death

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lorabeyc · 1 year

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Selena Thatcher, My OC 🌊🌊

Selena Maeve Thatcher (or Just Selena)

First Name: Selena

Last name: Thatcher ( Her Earth family name)

Name Origins: Greek Origin, Goddess Of the moon, From Selene Goddess of moon 🌕

Date of birth: 15 June

Age: 38 Y.O

Gender: Female

Siblings: Morgana (younger sister)

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Zodiac: Gemini.

Species: Embophidian, Hydromancer.

Skin colour: Medium

Body type: Slim woman, Slender too.

Phobias: Thanatophobia (fear of losing someone you care about)

FOMO: Fear of missing out.

Ambiguphobia: fear of being misunderstood.

Arachnophobia: Fear of spiders.

Fear of Water being polluted or dirty.

Phillias:

Thalassophile: lover of the sea.

Aquaphilia: Lover of water

Lover of quietness (sadly that has no term)

Lover of Aquariums.

Lover of sea-creatures.

Caeruleaphile: lover of blue colour.

Porphyrophile: lover of purple colour.

Hair colour: Pink.

Eye colour: deep Blue.

Current location: Moirvdonne, UK.

Face claims: Noami Scott.

VA: Esmé Bianco, (The VA of Eclipsta in svfoe)

Alignment: Good.

Status: Alive.

Affiliation:

FBI.

Moirvdonne Police, Sheriff.

Wartb Gang.

Likes:

Singing.

Dancing.

Cooking.

Drawing.

playing chess set

watching TV

reading a book.

Mediating in water.

Casual clothes, Grunge too.

Water aesthetics, sea aesthetics, and such.

Children.

Fighting crimes.

Helping others.

Healing others.

Stand and fight for justice.

Friends and family.

Coffee.

Nature.

Sea.

Water, everything that is water-form.

Loving, compassionate, Understanding, and helpful if others need her.

Loves to play Video games with Selviya.

Loves to Learn Magic with Aliyaa.

Glamours gowns.

Glamours tiaras.

Sushi, Pesto Pasta.

Dislikes:

Evil-doers

Killers/murderers

sexists.

Racist.

Bigots.

Using religion for one’s profit.

Bad manners.

Evil.

Backstabbing.

Hates Slither to the core.

Hates autumn.

Her friends and loved ones getting harmed or killed.

When someone is rude.

Conflicts.

Wars.

Crimes.

Hatred.

using magic for evil purposes.

She is quick to anger and she hates it.

Hates bobba tea, don’t ask her why. 🤫

Speed: 9.5/10.

Agility: 10/10.

Intelligence: 9/10.

Strength: 10/10.

Stamina 9/10.

Stealth: 10/10.

Cooperation: 10/10.

Durability: 10/10.

Flexibility: 10/10.

Reflexes: 10/10.

Instincts: 10/10.

Family:

Kung Lao (Alive).

Thomas Lao Older son (Alive).

Layla Lao's second child (Alive).

Friends and Allies:

Aliyaa Aepel @aliyaaaepel3

Selviya Levsloky @aliyaaaepel3

Scylla Aepel @aliyaaaepel3

Arouj Roman @aliyaaaepel3

Hadi Aepel @aliyaaaepel3

Derek Monrik @aliyaaaepel3

Eveie Al’shayle. @aliyaaaepel3

Layla Buyunii. @aliyaaaepel3

Sailor Mona. @monapome

Jayce Nilson @kyd35

Sphinx. @aliyaaaepel3

Sarah @alexapenz

Heynois. @aliyaaaepel3

Mila. @mollyb9

Molly. @melissalix

Lana. @noelle9

Eliena De Vil. @lisadelise

William Mo’lain (Mayor of Moirvdonne)

Cecila Smith.

Anthony Mccbride.

Cassie Cage.

Johnny Cage.

Sonya blade.

Jacqui Briggs.

Jax Briggs.

Kuai Liang.

Kung Lao (Husband).

Smoke.

Liu Kang.

Cyrax.

Takeda Takahashi

Hydro (Malibu Comic Character 😭)

Not Friends or enemies:

Kitana.

Jade.

Sindel.

Scorpion/ Hanzo Hasashi.

Fujin.

Raiden.

Sheeva.

Goro.

Kintaro.

Kung Jin.

Shujinko.

Frost.

Geras.

Baraka

The Oshh-tek Guards

The Kahn-Guards.

Enemies:

Rain (Arch-enemy, In MK)

Silther (Arch-enemy, In Moirvdonne)

Mileena

Tanya

Shao Kahn

Kotal Kahn

Erron Black

Kabal

Skarlet

Kano

Shang Tsung

Cetrion

Kronika

Shinnok

D’Vorah

Kollector

In relationship with Kung Lao.

Status: Married to Kung Lao (Canon, Because I Said So 🫸)

Powers:

Hydrogenic.

Wave manipulation.

Water manipulation.

Hydrokinesis.

Water generation.

Water detection.

Water purification.

Whirlpool generation.

Water absorption.

Can control Water and Sea, If she is angry the sea is becoming rough and angry too like her.

She caused a horrible Tsunami once because she was angry and she is still regretting this.

Levitation, (Can fly only in her magical girl form)

She can easily heal people, any type of illness, and damage.

She is very skilled in Muay Thai and Judo.

Has magical girl abilities

She is a very strong and skilled Hydromancer, that’s why Rain is after her.

Create whips out of the water and they are dangerously sharp.

Creates Storm blades too.

magical girl outfit:

Personality:

Selena is nice to people who are nice to her, she helps anyone in need, she is generous, and kind, she is very monstrous when it comes to fighting, she is humble, loving, and understanding of others, she is a stylish woman, she likes etiquette too. And a huge consumer of coffee ☕️.

Finally, it took from me forever to finish this! That’s all of Selena Thatcher 🌊

@aliyaaaepel3 @lisadelise @melissalix @alexapenz @noelle9 @loryeenb @monapome @florafoom @kyd35 @kuaifan

#Selena Thatcher #OC infos #OC stuff #MK #Mk9 #Moirvdonne #Moirvdonne series

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