#I have to take in the others but I'm too scared to ruin them..my sewing is not at that level yet ;;

[nipuni]

OHHHH my god I just got my latest GibsonGirlDress order and it’s a dream!!! this set is my new favourite 😭 look at it!! 

[vroomvroomcircuit]

From all four corners of the world comes my love 4 you

(A/N): This has been written with the inspiration @foreveralbon brought me. I love you and your incredibly mind, honey

Summary: Lando's girlfriend is a seamstress working at a tailor shop. She is repairing his clothes, he is cutting holes into his sleeves. Together, they release the cutest merch

Pairing: Lando x fem!reader

Warnings: None, this is so fluffy, I'm crying myself to sleep. I need a Lando like this

Wordcount: 2.9k

🏎Masterlist🏎 __________________________

(Y/N) thinks she is about to go crazy. Manic even.

Over and over again she patches up holes in her boyfriend’s long sleeves.

And over and over again new holes appear. It’s like this is her Sysiphus task. Just repairing Lando’s clothes day in and day out.

Don’t get her wrong. (Y/N) does this for three different reasons.

The first being that she is a seamstress, working in a tailor shop. This craft is how she pays her rent and food.

The second reason is that she really can’t have her boyfriend go out looking like he just got picked up at the side of the road begging for a warm meal and shelter.

The third reason may be less obvious than the previous ones. Acts of services is (Y/N)’s love language. She is not particularly good at letting people around her know of the appreciation she holds for them. Verbally at least. It’s not the way she grew up. She learned that actions speak louder than words can. So patching up her boyfriend’s clothes gives the young woman the opportunity to prove how much she loves him. She just hopes that Lando understands the meaning as it is intended.

Little does (Y/N) know, Lando really appreciates her patching up holes. What he isn’t a big fan of is when she repairs those that are intentional. The ones in his long sleeves are put there on purpose.

While (Y/N) is meticulously sewing, Lando goes snip snip in the other room with a pair of scissors. He just loves having sleeve paws, but it’s annoying when his thumbs are jailed in.

“Lando, have you seen my scis- What are you doing there?!” He turns around, looking at his girlfriend like a child being caught with their hands in the cookie jar. “Freeing my thumbs?” He tries to explain in a small voice, scared that she is about to go off on him for ruining his clothes.

(Y/N) sits down next to him on the ground. “If you have told me you want thumb holes, I could have done it for you. I would hem them for you, so they won’t fry. If you want me to, can I take some of your shirts to the shop tomorrow and work on them during slow times?” The way Lando’s eyes light up makes her wish for a camera to keep the memory of it.

(Y/N) not only fixes the holes in his sleeves.

“Love, would you put another patch on my jeans?” Lando saunters into her little crafting room. When she moved into his apartment in Monaco, he insisted on transforming a guest room into her own sewing cave. It was only fair. He got his gaming room as his hobby room, so his girlfriend needs her own territory too.

The room is filled with different sewing machines, one wall is decorated with threads of all kinds, colors and thicknesses. Several shelves are overflowing with different fabrics of any kind imaginable. Every shade, pattern or reflection that any crafter would kill for. Lando really spoils her and happily let’s (Y/N) run loose in a craft store, draining his credit card to her heart's fullest content.

(Y/N) would feel bad, if it wasn’t for the big difference in salaries they sport. Also, it is Lando’s way of treating his girl. Instead of flowers or a bag he buys her a new Bernina B 325, which is not something she is exactly complaining about. They share most of their expenses, but still, working at a tailor shop will never make you a millionaire.

Currently working on her own project of making a quilt out of scrap fabric for Max’s upcoming birthday, (Y/N) barely looks up to her boyfriend. “Yes, of course, sunshine. Just put it over there and I’ll have a look at it in a bit. Do you have any preference for the new patch? I ordered city themed ones a few days back and they arrived today.”

Without having to be pointed into the direction, the Brit already goes through the drawer that is solely dedicated to the patches (Y/N) accumulated during the last few years.

If he is being honest, that kind of work of hers is his favorite. Lando is just amazed by the different shapes, colors and themes her collection entails and how her delicate efforts bring a new individual mark to his favorite pair of jeans.

“I think I want to go with this one,” he mumbles after sifting through the drawer. Lando places a small rose next to the currently used sewing machine for her to not have to search for it in the midst of the chaos that is going on on the several desks in this hobby room.

He actually loves spending some down time here, especially when his girlfriend is working on her own projects. Lando hides under one of the desks, sometimes scrabbling away on pieces of paper for the next helmet sketch, sometimes answering some important emails on his laptop and other times he lies down between different piles of fabric and takes a nap. Having (Y/N) hack away with the machine, occasionally cursing under her breath when she pinches herself sewing something by hand or the music playing on a low volume brings Lando great comfort.

Spending quality time this way is secretly Lando’s happy place that he visits mentally during stressful patches when he is away.

A couple days later the door to the tailor shop (Y/N) works at rings the bell, alerting her of a new customer. “I’ll be with you in a second!” She calls from an adjoining room, cleaning up her work space from the trims that have been left by the jeans she just shortened.

“How can I hel- LANDO!” The young woman exclaims, rounding the register to jump into his arms. “I thought you’ll return from Australia tomorrow”, she murmurs into his shirt. The thumbs are, of course, able to escape through the holes she recently cut and hemmed like promised.

He laughs into her hair. “I wanted to surprise you and pick you up from work like the good boyfriend I am. I also got you something from ‘Straya.” Out of thin air (his back pocket actually) Lando procures a small stack of Australia themed patches.

“Oh, honey, they are perfect. Thank you so so much!” She kisses him all over the face until finally putting her lips onto his. “Just let me close the shop and we can go home and enjoy our evening.” Lando presses another kiss onto her lips, “Hurry up, I can’t wait holding you in my arms again.”

While (Y/N) packs her things up, Lando goes through a stack of different fabrics. One in particular catches his eye.

“Hey love, where did you get this heart patterned fabric? What do you have planned with that?” (Y/N) pops her head in to see what her boyfriend is pointing to. “Oh, that one. The owner was negotiating a deal with a new supplier and wanted to check out the quality. We wanted to see if this one is durable enough to make shirts out of it.”

An idea is forming in Lando’s app, that he quickly puts down in the notes app on his phone.

She emerges from the side room with her back and something else. “Would you try this on for me?” (Y/N) asks innocently, handing Lando a jean jacket. It is a bit oversized on him, just the way he likes.

“It’s pretty nice. What do you need me to model this fo- This is one of the patches I just gave you!” Lando admires the kangaroo that looks like it’s taking a jump on the sleeve. “I thought this would be a fun little project for the season. After every race I’ll put a patch from that country on the jacket. I can also stitch some additions onto it as well for when you get a podium or win or are voted as driver of the day and so on. Just, I thought this could be something cute.” (Y/N)’s face heats up the more she talks about her idea.

Lando pulls her into his arms, squishing his girlfriend as close as possible to his body. “Thank you, you don’t know how much I appreciate the work and thought you put and are putting into this.”

Like the proud trophy boyfriend he is, Lando loves modeling whatever his girlfriend sewed, patched up or created and pimped up in some other way while entering the paddock. Just as he predicted mentally, the fans are going crazy about his jacket online as he wears it on Wednesday for media day.

“I see, (Y/N) loved the patches you bought her. At least dragging me through every craft store in Melbourne that I know of has paid off for you”, Oscar remarks dryly as he watches Lando hanging up the jacket in the hospitality.

“Yeah mate, she sewed it on immediately. It’s her newest project, putting on a patch for every country we race in during this season after the race. She also wants to add a bunch of things for special occasions during the races.” Lando explains fondly the thought process behind the jacket.

As he is leaving the paddock later that day and signing several cards, caps and other merch, some fans ask him where he got the jacket from. “Oh, that old thing? I’ll gatekeep this one. Good luck on finding the store.” He answers a young woman while putting a bracelet she handed him on his wrist.

He hasn’t gone public with his girlfriend yet. The people know that he is in a relationship with Lando having started an already several months long soft launch, that includes their socked feet during movie nights and her backside in beautiful sunset scenes. So nobody knows what she does for work and the two of them want to keep the little bubble of secrecy they have so far going for a bit longer. Out of the public eyes without the pressure of fans and media.

It felt like a scavenger hunt going online and seeing fans and other media outlets trying to find Lando’s particular jean jacket. For the two of them it becomes their evening entertainment, reading up how everyone and their mother are losing their minds from not being able to detect where it is from.

“The chat is asking about that dumb cloth again. Just tell them where you got it.” Max groans, even his own chat during the stream isn’t safe from the assault. Lando, who chills on his bed while waiting for a message from his girlfriend about her being done with work, just smiles. “Come one, please lift the secret. I can’t even roll my eyes often enough times, that is how annoyed I am by this whole thing.”

The Brit loves the suspension around the subject, but gets up and saunters over to the monitors. “Ok Chat, I will only say it once and never again. Get your pens and papers out and write it down. So, this jean jacket with the patches is a designer piece. You can’t get it anywhere else, it was custom made and no, the designer doesn’t want to go into mass production with that one. But I am cooking something up. Just be patient, I feel like I will be able to make a deal for you. I just need to work my magic, but that takes time. My name is not Tinkerbell.” 

His little sass tirade is broken up by the ping of his phone, making Lando scramble for it to see his love’s text. “Chat, do you see how down bad that man is for his girlfriend?” Max ridicules Lando, giving him payback for all the teasing against himself.

While the chat is going insane, with the certainty that this moment has been clipped and will be used for edits by the fans, Lando just smiles at his phone, shooting a quick reply of picking her up. After that he packs his stuff and throws a quick goodbye to Max and the stream, onto the way to the tailor shop.

There she stands, his love in all her glory in front of the closed store. “Didn’t I tell you to wait in the building for me? It’s dangerous to be out alone, especially for such a beautiful person like you!” Lando scolds her lightly when he reaches her, taking her bag from her shoulder, throwing it onto his own back.

But (Y/N) presses a kiss to his lips, trying to soothe him. “It’s all ok. When I saw the headlights of your car, I stepped out and closed the shop behind me. I knew that my Tinkerbell was close by in case I needed saving.”

Lando wants to reciprocate the kiss, but stops mid air when he processes her words. “You watched the stream?” That shocks him a bit, because (Y/N) usually keeps out of this part of his life. It’s not really her world, streaming and gaming. So that’s one of the hobbies they don’t share, being the healthy couple, without a horrible codependency, they are.

“No, a friend sent me that clip a few minutes earlier”, she snickers, “Were you talking about me? About wanting to work a deal out?” Lando throws his arm around her shoulders, leading the young woman into the direction of where he parked his car. “I did. Originally I planned on woohing you by a nice candle light dinner and after that I wanted to ask you if you were open with making a few designs for LN4. The fans are going crazy over the pants and jacket. You also have the eye for the details that I love on clothes. It would make me so happy to hold something in my hands that we both worked on, to know that people in the whole world will wear it.”

(Y/N) looks up at her boyfriend, watching his side profile while he is rambling about the meaning of a collab between the two of them. How he can’t stop smiling over the excitement of the prospect of their merch line together, the way his eyes light up, his free hand gesturing while explaining a few ideas he has saved on his phone. She can’t help but press another kiss onto his cheek, effectively quieting him down.

“I will make that collab with you happen. I already have a few things drawn out in a notebook, I was just too scared to show you the sketches, not wanting to intrude or impose myself onto your business.”

Instead of saying anything, he just picks her up and throws them in a circle. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He repeats over and over, both laughing about his childish antics.

A couple of months, several trial and errors as well as creative differences later, they stand in a studio, overseeing the photoshooting with the new collection.

“Wouldn’t this be the perfect way to launch our relationship to the public? With your face visible in the pictures?” Lando muses out loud while looking over a rack with hoodies. (Y/N) throws him a shocked look. “I mean, we can take a couple of pictures together with a few articles and also take a few of you individually too. The world needs to know the mastermind of these designs. You need to take credit for all the hard work you have done.” He explains, taking her hand and gesturing to the set up with the other.

She lets the idea rummage a bit in her head. It would be the perfect way to go public, especially since this is the first time her designs are commercially sold. (Y/N) breaks out into a smile, nodding rapidly. Lando can’t help but also smile, getting infected by his girlfriend’s happiness.

Weeks after that the new merch drop gets released to social media. The press and fans are eating up the couple's pictures, finally having a face to the woman, who is able to fluster Lando through text messages alone.

The clothes itself also get the best feedback.

A variety of the jean jacket and patched pants are now available for fans to buy, being able to kind of replicate Lando’s paddock look, coupled with a heart patterned hoodie from the collection.

But nothing gets close to the original with the many hand sewn details on Lando’s jacket, even when fans try to imitate them. A nice side effect is seeing other people picking up the craft of hand sewing and stitching.

Many people swoon over the long sleeves with cut out thumb holes. They especially love the heart shape of the holes.

It’s a perfect detail to the name of the new line.

‘From all four corners of the world comes my love 4 you’ is printed in one way or another on every piece.

Because no matter the distance between Lando and (Y/N), they can feel the love for each other over any distance.

[theyareweird]

Nurturing Beastman – Chapter 9

At Feral Hands

“As in, you are my wife?” Onica exclaimed. They couldn’t believe what had happened. Onica was panicking on the inside. They could still feel the cool damp sensation on their skin from when Veronica carried them to her nest. Onica hated snakes. They were deathly afraid of them and wanted nothing to do with the devil worms.

“Yes… We can make our relationship official later.” Veronica said, looking at Onica with gentle eyes. Sadly, her mate didn’t look too pleased about this. Veronica’s piercing purple eyes then locked onto Onica. “Are you not attracted to females?” She frowned.

Onica nervously gulped. “I am!” They blurted out. “I was just raised in a sheltered tribe.” Onica quickly explained.

Veronica didn’t show it, but she was relieved. If her skin attracted a nurturer who wasn’t interested in females, she would have to return them back to their tribe and try again. “I see.” Veronica concluded. In truth, a nature beastman would be thrilled to attract any nurturer, regardless of gender or appearance. Only nurturers were born with selective opinions on their partners. However, Veronica always hoped a feminine nurturer would like her.

“Come here.” Veronica said, curling her index finger.

Onica pursed their lips and they froze in place. “Why?” They hesitantly asked.

Veronica’s thin lips curled into a slight smile. “I’m going to measure you.” Veronica said, whipping her tail towards Onica and wrapping it around them. She then forcefully pulled the tiny person towards them making Onica cry out in protest.

“Wait!” Onica exclaimed. “Why do you need to measure me?” They asked, locking eyes with the woman. From the sudden action, Onica’s black jacket had fallen off their shoulders and bunched up around their elbows, exposing their red shirt. This caused the shoulder strap of their black bag to tighten around Onica’s arms. Grimacing, they instantly removed their purse and dropped it to the floor.

“I'm going to make you some clothes. Nurturers wear the shedded skin of their spouse.” Veronica explained. The tall woman then took the shedded skin Onica previously held onto and sliced through it with her sharp nail. Surprisingly, Veronica was able to perfectly cut through it in a straight line.

“I like the clothes I have on.” Onica protested. Unfortunately, Veronica ignored them and gripped the short sleeved fabric of their tee-shirt. In seconds, she tore the top in half down the middle and discarded it onto the cave floor. “Ah! My shirt! You ruined it!” Onica yelled through a gasp. They then quickly pulled up their jacket and used it to cover themself.

“You can’t wear the clothes of your parents or tribe now that you have a mate.” Veronica stated. “It lets others know you belong to me.” She possessively blurted.

“I can still be yours and not have to wear your skin!” Onica snapped. “I liked that shirt and you destroyed it without asking me!” They yelled.

Veronica’s eyes narrowed. “Nature Beastman have to clothe their mates.” She argued. “I’ll sew a nice top for you in its place.” Veronica frowned.

Onica clenched their jaw and balled their hands into fists. “Put me down! Let me go! At least let me take off the rest before you rip those up, too!”

Veronica then silently set Onica back down onto the cave floor. With that, the short person’s pale blue eyes began to water. Onica’s lips started quivering and they couldn’t stop a few tears from falling down their cheeks. They were mad about their top being shredded against their will. Onica was scared of being around a strange snake who could possibly harm them. Finally, they were sad about being away from the only familiar friend they have had since arriving in a weird world. Everything was overwhelming and Onica didn’t know how to react to any of it.

Veronica couldn’t understand why Onica was crying over a peculiar skin. Perhaps it was a gift from their Nurturer parent, but society had its own cultural rules to follow. If Onica didn’t wear her skin, people would suspect Veronica of neglecting her mate. Others could also assume Onica isn’t her spouse at all. Veronica could be accused of anything as a feral. Regardless, the snake woman stroked Onica’s head in a soothing manner. “Please, stop crying. I promise you’ll like my skin when I’m done.” Veronica reassured them.

Sadly, on top of everything, these weren’t the only issues running through Onica’s mind. They were incredibly insecure of their body. The last thing Onica wanted was to be degraded for their appearance. “I don’t want you to see my body!” Onica blurted.

“Why?” Veronica asked.

“You won’t like me! You’ll think I’m ugly!” Onica sobbed. By this point, their face was bright red from crying. Upon saying those words, Onica realized this could be their chance for escape. In an attempt to recompose themself, they straightened their posture and immediately calmed down to restrain any more tears from dropping. “I’m bone-thin, sickly pale and I have a lot of body hair.” Onica blurted. Normally, they would hate these things about themself, but if it made the scary snake leave them alone then it was worth it.

“As I said before, the Nature Beastman of your tribe are worthless.” Veronica huffed. “I will make sure you never go hungry. You’ll always be full with me. You won’t look so sick as soon as you’re fatter.” She reassured them. “Also, there’s nothing wrong with having body hair.” Veronica said in dismissal.

Onica blinked in confusion. In their world, people who were too thin were considered disgusting. This was the case even if it’s a biological trait, which doesn’t become resolved until the person grows much older. Body hair of any kind, especially on female-bodied people, was considered gross and unhygienic in their world as well. This was ironic considering body hair in general is natural because people are born with it. Onica was considered unattractive for not shaving and simply having the body they were born with, which they couldn’t change unless they had money. Something, which was only obtainable by the wealthy of their universe.

Onica frowned. Even if what Veronica was saying is true, this didn’t mean they weren’t considered hideous in this world either. The freaky snake could be like Onica and oppose toxic societal norms. “You say that, but I bet you’ll change your mind as soon as you see me.” They sighed. Onica then tugged off their socks, shoes, pants, underwater and jacket. The situation was embarrassing to say the least, but if it meant securing their freedom, they were willing to take the emotional scar.

“Cute.” Veronica replied. Her purple eyes seemed to sparkle, gazing at every feature Onica had to offer.

Onica was dumbfounded. “Huh?!” They gawked in response.

“It’s natural for Nurturers to have body hair.” Veronica stated.

Onica averted their eyes. “That’s easy for you to say. Your body is smooth and spotless.” They grumbled.

“I’m a snake. I don’t have fur. If I did, it would only appear in my true form.” Veronica explained.

“As in, your animal form?” Onica clarified.

“Yes.” Veronica noded. “That’s why Nature Beastman don’t have hair on their bodies beyond their scalps and faces.”

Onica wrapped their incredibly thin arms around their frame and dropped their head. “So, you don’t think I’m ugly?” They whimpered, staring at their bare feet.

“Not at all.” Veronica said through a small smile.

Despite everything, Onica had to admit this universe has one thing going for it: understanding and acceptance of what’s natural in nature. As far as they knew, people weren’t discriminated against for their appearances… At least, Nurturers weren’t anyway.

While Onica was lost in thought, Veronica approached them and started caressing their body. Snapping back to reality, they gasped. “What are you doing?!” Onica gasped, taking a step back.

“Measuring you, now hold still.” Veronica demanded.

Onica would immediately defy the pervert on instinct, but this predicament was different. They didn’t want to end up on Veronica’s bad side upon hearing the sternness in her voice. Swallowing their pride, Onica endured the feeling of her cold hands all over their body. Veronica’s movements were quick and swift, but it didn’t erase the uncomfortable feeling of being touched by a stranger. Onica wanted to shift around in discomfort; however, they stood still to ensure the process went by fast.

Eventually, Veronica removed her hands. She then cut her shedded skin again and wrapped it around Onica’s chest. Standing behind the naked person, Veronica tied their skin into a neck halter top for their mate. Afterward, the female snake paused and said, “One moment.” Several seconds passed and Veronica lifted their tail. She then peeled off a large layer of freshly shedded skin and presented it to Onica. “Do you want a long or short skirt?” Veronica asked.

With a long skirt, Onica thought they could have some sort of modesty along with a bit of protection against the elements. “Long.” They simply replied.

Veronica then turned around and slithered off to another part of the cave. When she returned, the snake held up a thin bone, which had been carved into a sewing needle. Some thread had already been threaded through it. Veronica then wrapped her skin around Onica’s waist and stitched the material together into a flowing maxi skirt. The outfit was beautiful. A rainbow holographic shine shimmered across the snake scale pattern as Onica moved in their new clothes. The material felt highly similar to silk against their skin. Overall, the look and appearance of the attire made Onica forget they were wearing someone’s shedded skin. The only downside was the top exposed their belly, shoulders and back. It kinda felt a bit breezy.

Although the procedure was strange, Onica found it interesting to learn Beastman could measure things. An animal’s way of approaching these things may be different from a human’s comprehension, but nature beastman can do math in their own way based on Veronica’s demonstration.

[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

You don't know how lovely you are.- part VI

Tw⚠️: swearing, medical inaccuracies(on my part)

You moved your hair away as the cold Siberian winds freeze you to the bone. You were anxious to get back home so you can finally talk with Corpse on the phone. You been talking a lot since you last called him, embarrassingly to help you deal with a baby.

This week beat your ass, tests and assignments left and right like they are Oprah. You desperately wanted to go home where is warm and where you can chat your night away with Corpse.

You finally managed to open up a Netflix account so maybe you two could watch something or talk away while you had background noise.

"I swear to God..."

- Ştiu,nu? ("I know right?")

Sabrina said as she sat on the couch, a book in her lap and a hot coffee cup on the table near her.

"Heyyy!"

"Hello,girl!"

She got up to hug you,gasping when her warmth was meet by your cold grey coat , red bare hands and shaking legs dressed in a black striped suit pants and wearing platform heels.

"My , you are practically freezing. Come ,come!"

She grabbed the blanket she's been sitting on and wrapped you with it moving you to sit down.

She left towards the kitchen to your left , you could hear her taking the kettle from one of the cupboards. You shook profoundly as you harshly rubbed your hands, you stared at your dark grey nail polish, twisting it left and right to see the light bounce on it. You lost yourself in thought:

A tattoo on them wouldn't look so bad. Maybe...

"Here."

A cup of green tea, your favourite, was presented before you. You licked your crack lips as you moved your hand to grab it, only to hiss and curse when the heat proved to be double edged.

Sabrina tried to hold her laugh but one look of your pained and disappointed eyes sent her into a burst ,snorting and laughing like a jackass. You began to laugh with her shortly after.

She puffed as she took the armchair in front, the beige coloured of it and the blood red floral blanket draped all over made it stand out. She was so small in comparison with the gigantic size of it. Still you were the shortest of the group.

"How was your day?"

"Switching to English?"

She nodded.

"Hmm..fine.It isn't like I been speaking it for like 6 hours. My day went on,hmmm, ever washed a cat?"

"Ever washed a llama that simply disdain the idea of being even remotely washed?"

"W-What? Nu,deci,nu. You washed a llama?!"

"Yes,ma'am. Got the scar to prove it."

She jumped a bit off her bent leg ,to bring the polar white sweater up , a deep scar healed in a shaky circle stood there. Your eyes blinked in shock.

"Tell. Me."

"Of course, m'lady."

Her cheery tone lighted the grave tune of your morbid curiosity, you did like crime related shows after all.

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"How?!" Corpse said in bewilderment, laughing in between.

"I know right? She said she felt every bone in her body putting itself back in the place. Even those in her ears."

Your hands covered by your oversized warm black sweatshirt went crazy as you said the story, stopping only to take a breath or to let the burst of laughter die down.

"Man, your friends are crazy."

"Pleease, when I was like 11-"

"I'm eleven so shut the fuck up."

"Shh, Corpse." You said smiling. "Anyway, when I was eleven years old, I used to play with some girls hide and seek or v-ați ascunselea and somehow my stupid ass managed to land into a tree branch."

"What?"

"Yeah, but not like with my chubby ass body ,noooo sir. With my eye."

"What the fuck, which one?"

"The right one, I have a scar running down it till the start of my lips."

"Wait,how? Do you still see?"

"Oh,yeah."You dismissed the question with a shake of a hand, getting back into the story.

"My folk were so scarred and they have a huge fight with my grandma who was busy with gossiping her neighbours. "

"Oh my fucking--Did it hurt?"

"Oh ,yeah but luckily it healed pretty quickly and now I got a sick scar."

"Do you have other scars?"

"Hmm, hella. My hands and arms are littered with them."

You laughed but stopped yourself when you didn't hear anything from Corpse.

"Um, my petit orchid? Are you..are you there?"

"Did you do them because you...you w-were.. um...um..." His voice ran on jittery and trembling in panic as he haulted to draw a breath and calm whatever nerves caused him to panic.

"Self harming?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Oh! No ,of course not. I hate pain. I have them because I cut myself a lot with my butterfly knife."

"W-With your knife?" He still spoke in shaky syllables.

"Yeah, I learn tricks like pinwheel , helix aerial, kiss goodbye and such."

"And you didn't taped the blade?"

"...I am a very chaotic and lazy person, Corpse."

You two laughed the intensity of the room. Your heart blooming at the idea that Corpse was genuinely worried about you but you sighed, getting ahead of yourself only landed you for disappointment and realistic bitterness.

"You...You were really worried about me there, weren't you Corpse?" You rhetorically asked in a shy manner, your mind and ,more,your heart needed to hear this for some reason.

"Y-Yeah, goofball. You got me there for a second. "

"Awww, don't worry my petit orchid. I ain't going nowhere. "

Not with my heart beating so fast and the pressure I have on my guts and the end of my lungs.

"P-Promise?"

"I would pinky promise the fuck out of you, my little orchid. Unfortunately ,I cannot. "

"Maybe some time in the future ?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, your own grin becoming bigger because of that. This manz raises my serotonin like no one's business.

"Of course, Corpse. Whenever you are ready ."

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The rest of the night was spent watching cheap movies ,roasting the unrealistic characters and taking occasional breaks to regain your brain cells back.

"You been quiet."

You jumped ,stabbing your pointing finger with a sewing needle. You hissed as you moved to pull it out of your finger.

"Ghost ,what happened?"

"I was...ah shit...this will hurt."

You clenched your teeth and groaned as you pull the long glimmering needle out ,your skin reddening immediately as a bit of blood sprung out.

"Ghost? Goofball,please answer. "

"Y-yeah, I am fine. You scared me when you started to so the needle I am using went into my finger. It hurts."

"I am sorry,but what do you use the needle for?"

"Decorative sewing. "

"And whatcha making?"

"A flower ...for you!"

"Awww....that's so cute. You don't have to."

"BUT I WANT...I mean it's cool ,don't worry about it."

You stupid fucking dinosaur... You mumbled under your breath as you continued on your work, red cheeks of pure embarrassment.

Your pitiful attempt of covering your slip up was rewarded with one of his angelic chuckles, you seemed to make him laugh a lot. That's a good thing,right? Maybe he's just laughing at your clowny ass...

You huffed, eyebrows knitted in annoyance. Oh how you hated those belittling thoughts, they did nothing but ruin everything for you.

Or maybe you ruin them yourself..

"Shut up!"

"What?"

Ah,shit!

"Sorry ,Corpse, not you. I just...I lost myself in thought, hahaha...yeah thought. "

You slapped yourself so hard,your head was dizzy for it.

"Are you sure everything is fine ,goofball. I am always here for you."

Aww...

You sighed, tired all of sudden. "Yeah, orchid. I am fine,thanks for asking. "

"No need.I care about you, you know? A lot."

The last part was said in such a low tone that your ears couldn't pick it up. Unfortunately for Corpse who was busy playing with his sweater paws to calm his nerves.

"I care about you too ,Corpse. I think I will go. Good night !"

"'Night."

The reason why I am so worried about you ,Ghost, is because I don't think you realise ...

"... how lovely you are."

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Hey, guys!💖

Hope you enjoyed the part six of this serie, it's bit shorter but I wanted it to be after the last part.

I am interested in what do you think will happen next.

Stay safe!💗

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[nicka-nell]

I'm Kiyoomi Sakusa and I'm a germaphobe - Chapter 26: I will not fail

Words: 1.801

Warning: angst, mention of blood

Chapter 25 -  What kind of feeling is that?     | Masterlist

(y/n) = your name | (l/n) = last name | (e/c) = eye colour | (h/c) = hair colour

“Kiyoomi...” she whispers softly and begins to tremble. She talked to him a few hours ago. They were supposed to go to the park together tomorrow. So why is he lying in front of her now? Blood overload, with weak pulse, closed eyes and cool skin? “(l/n)-sensei! (l/n)-sensei!” brings the voice of her doctor’s assistant out of her mind. “We have to get started. Are you all right?" he looks at her seriously and questioningly. Nodding, she looks away from Kiyoomi and gives a determined and loud “Yes! I won’t fail again.” She speaks the last words to herself so quietly that only she can hear it. She takes her time to take a deep breath before she gives her concentration to Kiyoomi. They spent several hours in the operating room, and fortunately the bleeding stopped quickly. Lucky for him, only a few ribs are bruised. It’s different with his skin. He had several deep wounds, some even with broken glass. They were stitched, at least as far as she could sew his already extremely damaged skin. His whole body is still overlooked by first and second-degree burns. Water bubbles draw his whole body. She hadn’t imagined his skin that badly. He must be in pain if the fabric of his clothes rubs against the blisters, and they start to wet. But these cuts and also the bruised ribs will probably hurt him more now. She closes the last cut on his chest and looks at the EKG device to look at his heart rate. Now everything here is in the green zone. “I didn’t fail." She whispers with relief. Just so loud again that only she can hear it. “Brilliant (l/n)-sensei! Once again a complete success, right? And that, even though I’ve seen really black for the young man here." Her assistant taps her on the shoulder and smiles at her proudly. I really like working with you, (l/n)-sensei." he adds. “Yes... You’ve been a big help to me again. I’m going to call his emergency contact right away and then I need a break..." (y/n) still sighs relieved that she has actually managed to save Kiyoomi. That she didn’t lose another patient in a car accident. Especially not another loved one like their parents. She was scared, but she faced her fear again. After Kiyoomi is taken to a hospital room, (y/n) goes to her treatment room to call Kiyoomi’s emergency contact. Actually, that’s Wakami’s job, but this time she wants to do it. “Well, let’s see who you left for emergency contact.", she mumbles to herself as she goes in search of the emergency contacts. As expected, Kiyoomi has an emergency passport in his wallet, with three numbers deposited. Shouyou Hinata, Motoya Komori and Atsumu Miya. In this order, (y/n) also tries to contact the people. But the first two no longer answer their phone. Well, it’s also very late. They’re probably asleep by now. With a sigh she now tries to call the last number. She’s on the line for a long time, and just as she’s about to hang up, she’s hearing a voice. “Miya, hello?” an irritated voice calls up. “Atsumu? Hi, it's me... (y/n) (l/n). I’m a surgeon at Ileos Clinic, and I’m calling about Kiyoomi Sakusa. Maybe you can still remember me." She answers him calmly. “(y/n)? Yes, of course I remember the sexy lady on Hinata’s birthday. How could I forget you. But...how did you get my number?" Shaking her head, she rolls her eyes and leans back in her chair. “I’m calling about Kiyoomi. He had an accident and is now in the hospital with us. He was operated and-", “Shit what? Don't fuck with me! You're joking right? What the hell happened? How is he?” Worried, his voice gets through the phone. She expected the least pity from Atsumu, and yet he is the one who answered his phone at night and asks for Kiyoomis condition. “Calm down, calm down. He’s got multiple cuts and bruises on his ribs, but he’s doing okay so far. He’s in his room, and he’ll get through it. He’s still weak, and he hasn’t woken up yet, but he’s not in a life-threatening state. From tomorrow, you can visit him if you want." His relief can hear them even through the telephone line. “Well, I’m glad... And how are you doing with all this? Sorry you had to operate on him." She is surprised that he asks her about her condition. “I’m fine so far.", “When is your shift over? Shall I come over? Maybe you want to talk...?" His voice is friendly, and she still hears a little concern in his voice. “I don’t want to ruin your sleep.” After all, he has to train a lot like Kiyoomi and needs his sleep. “That’s quite all right.", “Okay, if you say so. How long do you have to work? Hopefully you can sleep soon." he asks her, and she hears a gentle laugh on the other line. “Just one more hour. So it’s not that long for me to be able to go home either." She laughs. “Then that’s all right. Don’t worry too much. See you then." She also says goodbye to him and ends the phone call. Atsumu, who she thought was a daredevil and macho, actually seems to be quite nice. Just before her shift ends, she goes to Kiyoomi’s hospital room one last time and looks after him. Still, his eyes are closed, but according to the EKG, his vitals are excellent. She gently strokes his hair and looks at him with a sad expression. “Kiyoomi... what are you doing with yourself?" she whispers softly. Carefully she bends forward to give him a kiss on the hairline. “Good night, Kiyoomi. Rest. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on you." She says it as quietly as possible since she does not want to wake him and leaves the room with feathery steps. A little tired, she rubs her eyes as she leaves the clinic on the darkest night and stands in front of the building. “Hey, are you okay? Have you finally finished your shift?" She hears a voice that she had in her ears less than an hour ago. “Atsumu? What are you doing here?" she asks in surprise. “Well, you said you’d be out in an hour. So here I am..." he grins and walks up to the young woman. "But...", “No, no. You need someone to talk to.” He interrupts her and puts his arm around her shoulder. “So should we go to me or to you and talk about Kiyoomi?" She really wasn’t expecting that. Still, she’s glad to see him here. Smiling, she leans her head against his chest and looks up at him. “Thank you.” Without answering her, he just smiles nodding and follows her steps to go home to her. Having arrived at her home, he is amazed at her rather large house, just like Kiyoomi. But he does not have much time to look at it, because she draws him joyfully into the living room and makes him sit down. She goes to the kitchen in a sweeping manner and comes back after a few minutes with a pot of hot tea, which she pours to Atsumu and herself. Then she sits next to Atsumu in the cross-legged seat on the sofa and looks at him. “What happened to your beautiful face?" asks Atsumu anxiously and brushes his thumb over her slightly scabby lip. “Kiyoomi’s mother sent her bodyguards after me when I went to her property to look for Kiyoomi. Very nice man.” She laughs ironically and looks at her tea. Atsumu briefly twists his face at her words, but then looks over to his tea. “His mother is a fury. His father’s perfectly fine, but she’s a disgusting bitch. Sorry...” Anger is heard in his voice, which he tries to suppress, since he is still talking about his friend’s mother. “It's all right.” (y/n) answers quietly and looks over to Atsumu again. “You know, Kiyoomi has never had a girlfriend. Even if he understands that he has feelings for you, he probably won’t be able to sort that out properly." (y/n) must laugh at his words. “Yes, I know. I’ve been told that a few times, Atsumu." Now he looks again in her direction. “Hey but, the offer still stands. If he’s getting on your nerves or you’d rather have a hotter and cooler guy by your side, feel free to come to me." he laughs mischievously and bends over to her. “So? Now that you mention it, you’re actually quite a handsome guy. Maybe I’ll come back to your offer sooner than you’d like. Maybe now?" She whispers seductively in his ear and slowly moves her index finger from his neck down to his chest. With an urgent look she looks at him and looks at a completely surprised, irritated Atsumu. “What?" he escapes uncertainly. Laughing, she leans back against the couch and tears flow down her cheeks. “You should have seen your face, Atsumu!" she keeps laughing and hitting her thighs. Sulking, he looks to the side and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “That was not funny. Don’t play with my feelings." He keeps pouting. “What's going on? Who’s so loud here?" Kaede’s tired voice makes the two look towards the door. “Osamu? Did you dye your hair? The other looked better on you." He mumbles to himself as he sees Atsumu sitting on the sofa. (y/n) has to stop laughing and sees Atsumu turn red. “Hey you asshole! My name is Atsumu! Osamus Brother!" he just hisses. “Oh... okay... Did I miss something?" he asks in wonder. “Yeah... I had Kiyoomi in the operating room today... he had an accident with a car. Atsumu was one of his emergency contacts." She answers him calmly and slips a little closer to Atsumu to tap on the sofa next to her. “Oh... how... How did this happen? How is he?” Although he absolutely dislikes Kiyoomi at the moment, he feels sorry for him. An accident is never nice. The three of them now sit on the couch and (y/n) tells him how all this happened. They sit there for a long time, talking, fooling around and trying to get some nice thoughts. 

Chapter 27 - I don’t want this

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[frighthouseofalighthouse]

Hey no problem! I hope it helped distract you for a bit! I'm glad I could give you something to write and maybe cheer you up a bit with some genuinely deep questions. I always feel good telling stories and sharing things I love! I can only hope it helps you too!

Thanks so much for sending a follow up message! I’m actually doing kind of shitty rn so I logged on to reblog the other ask with my answers and saw that you sent a followup! So this makes it easier!

Here are all the botanical asks:

Jasmine: Which mythological figure do you wish actually existed?

100% dragons!!! I want big dragons who I keep in my backyard, I want dragons the size of medium dogs, I want non-firebreathing dragons the size of bunnies! I! Want! Dragons!

Lavender: Soundcloud or vinyls?

This is weird because I don’t actually use either, but vinyls I guess???

Primrose: What book does everyone need to read right now?

Heretics Anonymous by Katie Henry! I read it on new year’s day (yes, just one day, it was that good). It takes place at a Catholic school, and it’s about a group of kids who form a secret club (the name is the title) who challenge the social norms of the Church in passive and ACTIVE ways. It’s about coming together for a common cause and overcoming differences in faith, and it’s about overwhelming love and acceptance, and how that’s what true faith should be. And it’s super, super funny.

Lunar Mist: Do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets?

I don’t do it too often currently, but yeah!!!

Bird of Paradise: What was the best thing that happened to you this month?

Probably the church youth conference I went to last weekend, where we talked about hope. I really needed a booster on that subject, and it was so amazing to be surrounded by other Christian youth so care about, support, and love me. It really got me thinking about the hope I need to keep feeding in order to overcome all the darkness I’ve faced in my life. And that no matter how bad I feel some days, I am SO SO glad to be alive (which logically I shouldn’t be, so it’s honestly a miracle and a great deal of the basis for my faith.)

Gardenia: What’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself?

That I will always, always check on other people, because it’s not always visible when their hope is dim. And because I’ve already lost too many.

Lion’s Fairytale: Would you rather be in the sky, the ocean, or the forests?

The forests!!!! The ocean scares me, and the sky is weird. But there’s something about shade, and trees, and moss, and a rustling breeze, man.

Whirling Butterflies: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

I have never said this before because prior to this, it was somebody different, but...YES. a thousand times yes!

Marmalade Skies: Do you plan your outfits?

Most of the time, yeah lmao

Apricot Drift: How do you feel right now?

Down in the dumps and depressed for like, literally no reason other than my brain chemistry. But I’m managing. And I get to eat dinner and watch Wheel of Fortune soon.

Everlasting Daisy: What’s the last dream you remember having?

Last night it was something about a ghost in our house and my stepdad wouldn’t believe it even though we saw a roll of toilet paper floating across the living room.

Queen’s Cup: What are you craving right now?

Pizza, pasta, ice cream, potato chips. XD

Lavender Dream: Turn ons/offs?

This is a really complicated question so I hope it’s cool if I just leave it blank for now??? Presently sex is a difficult subject for me because I am incapable of much physical intimacy as a result of trauma and just recently figured this out.

Water Lilly: When was the last time you cried? Why?

This morning because my stupid fucking state passed the Heartbeat Bill and it’s going to ruin so many women’s lives.

Lily of the Valley: Did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize?

No. And I doubt she ever will. She doesn’t even acknowledge that she put me through hell, she’s still busy pinning everything on me.

Winterberry: Do you bite or lick your ice cream?

I take one bite off the top of the cone so it doesn’t fall over, then the rest is licking.

Honey Perfume: Favorite movie ever?

WONDER WOMAN. ALWAYS WONDER WOMAN

Desert Rose: Do you like yourself?

Occasionally. But I’m getting to a place of yes. Slowly.

Snapdragon: Have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity?

Sort of? Not super major ones but yeah. When I was 11 I met the band Gaelic Storm, when I was 14 I met the Christian pop artist Britt Nicole at a meet and greet, and in the past 3 years I’ve met two nationally bestselling authors who are from my area AND gotten signed books and writing advice from both of them: Cinda Williams Chima and Mindy McGinnis.

Night Owl: how many countries have you visited?

One, just the US

Heliotrope: Have you ever been in a castle?

NO, I WISH, IF I WENT IN A CASTLE I’D NEVER LEAVE. The closest things I’ve been in are Stan Hywet Hall in Akron, Ohio, and Biltmore House in Asheville, North Carolina.

Creams and Sky: What’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve ever done?

Gotten up and done an Irish jig in front of a bunch of people at a folk music festival when I was like...10 maybe. idk, I can’t think of much lmao

Lantana: What’s on your mind right now?

I need to call my uncle because I made plans to watch a movie with him tonight and I really don’t feel like it.

Pumpkin Patch: What’s your zodiac sign?

Pisces sun, Capricorn moon, Leo Rising. And my Chinese zodiac is the metal dragon!

Tulip: Name 5 facts about yourself?

1) I have crooked pinkies, a result of extra tendons in the fingers which also cause reduced flexibility 2) I’ve never been to DisneyWorld and I hate amusement parks but I would love to go 3) I’ve been creatively writing since I was 6 years old 4) I took a sewing class when I was like 12 and made like pillow cases and a throw pillow and some curtains and stuff but I probably remember like none of it 5) I’ve had a lot of dreams/memories/weird experiences which lead me to believe that I had a past life.

Daphne: Do you believe in karma?

A form of it, yes. I believe God brings justice to those who deserve punishment in his own time. It’s hard to wait on it.

Queen of the Meadow: Ever been in love?

Yes, I fall in love super easily lmao

Wisteria: Whom do you admire and why?

Easy answer - my mom, because she’s overcome so much and been an amazing mother and teacher, even though she doesn’t believe she’s done well enough for me.

Angel’s Face: What was your favorite bedtime story as a child?

Lord of the Rings!

Now there’s still a lot more of these, but tumblr has a paragraph limit on posts now, so I WILL reblog this with the rest of the answers later this evening, I promise!