#jas asks

[jazzyoranges]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

hi, dally! you’re too nice, yk? <3

@fortythree-or-43 @alkivm @wesstars @randomshyperson @evilwednesday @void-wolfie @ajortga @nouvxllev @jjsmaybank20 @deep-fried-egg @celiastjamesoscar @the-oblivious-writer (and you ofc)

[bobfloydsbabe]

can i ask if we’ll ever get to read a scenario where jas is physically sick/hurt for the sake of some angsty!jake? can’t say i wouldn’t enjoy seeing him losing his shit with overprotectiviness. i also feel it’d be funny bc jas seems like the type that hates being fussed over.

lyra

Bestie, this is such a good idea. Jake would go completely out of his mind if Jas were hurt or injured, while Jas would be so annoyed that he’s fussing over her.

Under the cut, you’ll find a little Jas being sick drabble. I’ll definitely expand on this at some point.

For someone who worked in the medical profession, Jas rarely got sick, and when she did, she didn’t stay in bed. She would go to work while running a temperature and her muscles aching so bad, she could hardly move.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Jas groaned at the sound of Jake’s voice behind her, her hand slipping off the door handle. “Going to work.”

She turned and faced him. His arms were folded across his chest, and the hard look in his eyes told Jas that she was in deep shit.

“You had a coughing fit 20 minutes ago,” he informed her as if she hadn’t been the one struggling to breathe at the time.

“I’m fine,” she said firmly, trying to fight off the sneeze building in her sinuses. “It’s just a little cold.”

“You look like d–“

She interrupted him by letting the sneeze overtake her. When she looked up, his eyes had softened, and he approached her slowly like he was afraid she’d sprint out the door if he moved too fast.

“Doc,” he said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I already called base and told them you weren’t coming in today.”

“Jake,” she gritted out, shoving his hand off her shoulder. “You can’t just call in sick for m–”

She sneezed again, and this time, she leaned against Jake for support.

“Not a word, Seresin,” she muttered, begrudgingly letting him guide her back to bed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Doc,” he insisted, trying but failing to keep the grin off his face at her admission of defeat, knowing full well that he was in for a long day of arguing with her about his fussing.

[when-wax-wings-melt]

hmm any current favorite music artists/albums/songs or just music you like wtv you feel comfortable sharing

i've fallen back to my dearest love the maine <33 first ever favorite album you are ok. but I also love hayley Williams and sara bareilles my darlings. surfaces and the strokes always good. specifically verbatim by mother mother. AND set it off my beloved <33

[jamminvroomvroom]

I absolutely adore your writing,

For the celebration, could you please do virgin reader first time with Oscar?

sunshine.

op x fem!reader - 4k celebration

in which oscar arrives home to an unexpected guest…

hi hi hi! thank you so much anon, i hope this is what you wanted!! trying to get through requests, loving hearing from you guys! this one is so cute i think, let me know ur thoughts 😚😚

songs to set the mood: fall in love with you by montell fish, fade into you by mazzy star, like real people do by hozier

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!!! smut, fluff, friends to lovers, sleepy baby oscar, teeny tiny bit of angst, mutual pining, r’s first time, swearing

2.9k words

oscar’s exhausted, shoulders sagging beneath the thick material of his mclaren hoodie. he’s glad he left it in his carry on, the miserable london weather not even remotely living up to the warm glow of the middle eastern sun.

he craves his bed, dreamless sleep, entering the code to get into his building and slumping against the cool mirrored wall of the elevator. his eyes droop as the lift travels up, and the ding that sounds when he reaches his floor breathes life back into him.

the double header that kickstarted the season has knackered him, and he longs for alone time and silence to recuperate before he has to deal with the noise of going home and racing in front of a familiar crowd.

his key slides into the lock and he pushes the door open, throwing his bags by the door - he’ll deal with them later. the hoodie is shrugged off and dropped haphazardly on the floor next to the shoes he kicks off. his bed is calling. dazed, he trudges down the hallway, but he’s spooked by a faint sound coming from his bedroom.

as he primes himself to investigate, he hears footsteps, light and quiet against the floorboards. he goes to open his bedroom door, breathing heavy, but he just about jumps out of his skin when it swings open before he gets there. he yelps, and so do you, leaping into the air.

“you scared the shit out of me.” you shout, hand over your thumping heart.

“i scared you? what are you doing here?” oscar bites back, running his hand through his brown locks.

“sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to be here without your permission but… it’s a long story. i didn’t think you’d be home yet.” you smile apologetically.

“sofa.” oscar mumbles, stalking past his bedroom and towards the living room. “what’s goi- are you wearing my shirt?” he splutters, finally looking at you properly.

your face heats up, and you cross your arms awkwardly.

“um, yeah? god, this is all so embarrassing.” you cover your face, falling onto the sofa. he plonks down beside you.

“tell me what happened.” oscar sighs.

“he dumped me.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“why?” oscar asks softly. “ugh, i knew i hated him for a reason.” he wrinkles his nose.

“i don’t know how to explain this without wading into major tmi territory.” your voice is small, quivering slightly.

“you can tell me, love.” he encourages gently.

“he found it weird that i’m, uh, a virgin?” you squeak, your voice raising into a question. oscar goes as red as you are.

“oh. oh.”

“oh god, you’re freaked out too. is there something wrong with me? like, why has this not happened? i thought i was ready with him, but then when it came down to it…” you ramble, trailing off.

“there’s nothing wrong with you.” oscar states, firm and serious. “him, on the other hand.” he shakes his head, disgusted. “he wasn’t good enough for you.” he spits.

“do you mind if i stay here?” you whisper, leaning into his side. “or, keep staying here?” you laugh softly. oscar joins in.

“you know you can always stay here.” he smiles sleepily. you’re just about the only person in the world he can stand right now, and always, actually. “but i need a nap, you coming?”

you nod and follow him to his room. the tv is still on, the one with monica and chandlers wedding playing quietly. oscar smiles. he knows it’s your favourite.

he flops onto his side of the bed, dropping off almost instantly. you watch over him, enamoured and sympathetic, in awe of him and the life he lives. you slip into bed beside him, leaving a respectable distance between you and the aussie.

you pass out right around chandler’s vows.

-

you stir between two thick arms. pale, warm skin is wrapped around you, oscar’s soft breath fanning your face as he sleeps.

you watch him, scanning each and every mole on his face, trying to ground yourself. you combat the anxiety of being in his arms, choosing to enjoy the moment, while he’s still peaceful. it’s nice to feel wanted, even if he’s unconscious.

for the first time, you’re glad your ex broke up with you, because how does it make sense that you feel safer, more wanted in the arms of your best friend?

“stop staring, ‘m gonna blush.” oscar mumbles, clearing his throat. his eyes are still shut, but he just knows you too well.

oscar opens his eyes slowly, blinking away sleep. you stare at each other, comfortable silence eating away at the palpable tension.

you kiss him.

because why wouldn’t you? it’s oscar, your oscar, and he’s sleepy and cosy and gorgeous, and you’ve waited too fucking long. you can’t resist it any longer, free from the bounds of being someone else’s.

his lips are warm, and he’s startled, but the surprise doesn’t falter him; just as quickly as you kiss him, he’s kissing you back. his large hand finds your face, and the other finds your waist, pulling you closer. you melt into him, impossibly closer than you already were.

he’s gentle with you, tentative but firm and you part your lips, letting him lick into your mouth. his tongue strokes softly over yours and you keen at the sensation. he pushes you onto your back, balancing on his elbow half hovering over you. your hair fans out onto the pillow, his soft fingers running through your strands, pushing them away from your flushed face. oscar pulls away, scanning your face.

“sorry.” you smile up at him, breathless.

“apology very much accepted. i’ve been wondering when that would happen.” he laughs incredulously.

“really?”

“what can i say? i’m irresistible.” he replies dryly, exercising his sense of humour that was a foundation of your friendship.

“yeah. you kinda are.” you giggle bashfully.

and then he’s kissing you again, pressing himself even closer to you. you welcome him in, wrapping your arms around his lean frame, feeling over his shoulders. he’s tense, restrained, groaning into you at the feeling of your hands raking over his back.

“we should stop.” he mumbles, noses bumping. you frown.

“why?”

“because you said earlier, you’re not ready for this and i’m… well, things are gonna get real awkward if we keep going.” he chokes out half a laugh, glancing down at his-

“oh.”

“yeah, i just, i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. we can go slow.”

“osc, i wasn’t ready with him,” you pause, collecting your thoughts. “but you’re not him.”

“i suppose that’s true.” he shrugs.

“then you better do something.”

oscar lays you back, climbing over you completely this time. his trails over your jaw, taking your chin between his fingers.

“are you sure about this? we can stop anytime, just say the words.”

“‘m sure, oscar. i want to do this with you.” you coo, reassuringly.

his lips run over your neck, your collarbone, and he mouths at the collar of the t-shirt that you’re wearing. his t-shirt. his.

“gonna take this off, yeah?” he asks, whispering low, right by your ear.

“yeah, please.” you say, your own hands running under his t-shirt and up his muscular back. he’s relaxed now, no tension between his shoulder blades, and so you push the material up, and he slips it over his head. his warm digits peel your shirt off, too, and you’re warm all over when his eyes trail over your chest.

you’d forgone a bra, ditching it when you’d arrived at his place, and his pupils are blown wide, hazel hues sparkling with desire. his hands slide up your ribcage, thumbing at the underside of your breasts, while he plants open mouthed kisses down your chest. your eyes flutter shut, gasping softly as he skims your nipple.

“oscar.” you breathe, the light whimper sending his blood rushing south.

“does that feel good?” he asks, searching your face for answers.

“more.” you sound strained, desperate, and he aches.

his sucks your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. he toys with the other one, massaging your breast with his skilful fingers, tweaking and pulling until you’re panting beneath him. he pulls away with a pop, licking over to the other side, deciding to test your limits when he nips delicately at the peak. you moan, bucking your hips, hypersensitive to his every move.

you can feel how hard he is, his grey joggers growing tighter with every passing second.

“want all of you, osc.” you plead.

“need to get you ready for me first, okay honey?” he rubs circles into your sides, warm and calloused. you relax fully, lifting your hips.

oscar mouthed over your belly, peppering sunshine-like kisses down your abdomen until he finds the band of your loose shorts. he mumbles something into you navel about taking them off and you nod, enthusiastic and frantic. you can feel his smile branding your sensitive skin. the material glides down your thighs, pooling at your ankles, and you kick them away. he parts your thighs, making himself comfortable on his belly, and thumbs at the crease of your leg, toying with your panties.

he drags his pointer finger over your covered slit, up and down slowly, applying more pressure every time he brushes over your clit. oscar can see where you’re starting to seep through your panties and he stifles a low groan, anxious to peel the cotton off of your body, the final barrier separating him from you, so he does, pulling them slowly down your legs. he studies your face as he does, keeping his eyes firmly on yours. your lip catches between your teeth, aching as you watch, helpless and wet.

oscar kisses your hip bone, sucking gently until he’s stained it purple, and then his warm breath is fanning your cunt. your eyes squeeze shut.

“look at me, baby. gotta keep your eyes on me.” oscar mutters. your pussy clenches around nothing at the tone of his voice. you pry your eyes open, just about managing to prop yourself up on your elbows. “that’s it, honey. has anyone ever done this to you before?”

you shake your head, no. he smiles to himself, like he knows something you don’t, and dives in.

his tongue works in slow strokes, dragging through your slick with intent, eyes locked with yours. you must look like a deer in headlights, pupils blown, shocked with pleasure when you collapse against the mattress. he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, tasting, and your legs go weak, splayed open all for him. you whimper as he tugs your clit between his teeth, just enough to graze over the sensitive nerves. it sends your hips flying, bucking wildly against his face.

“osc…” you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut.

“‘m gonna give you some more, is that okay?” he asks, nose bumping your clit.

“yes, please.” you don’t know what more is, but you need it like air.

you feel a finger glide over your sodden flesh, rubbing over your entrance. you sigh out, oh, anticipation and bliss sending white heat down your spine. he circles his finger around your opening, coating it in you, and carefully slides it in, feeling out for any sign of tension or discomfort. when you grind your hips onto the single digit, he knows you’re okay.

it feels good, better than anything you’d ever felt on your own, and you writhe against his bedspread. he thrusts a couple of times, experimenting, seeing what makes you squirm for him the right way, and when his finger curls, hooking deliciously, he knows he’s struck gold. you arch off the bed, searching for more, more, anything.

“another one.” you cry, begging, and oscar’s not one to tease. not yet, anyway.

a second finger joins the lonesome first, and he finds some pace, fucking into you faster. he scissors the digits, stretching you out for him, enjoying the pretty view. he’s achingly hard now, rocking discreetly into the mattress, losing his mind as he watches how you drip around his fingers. he wants another taste of you, addicted already to sweet, salty honey, so he has to finish you off, lap your mess off of his long fingers.

“i think- i think-“ you can’t get the words out, they’re lost on your tongue, but oscar knows what you mean.

“that’s it, baby. so good for me, doing so good. cum for me.” he spurs you on, drawing it out of you.

you let go, crashing biblically, the high sending you to heaven and back, two times over. he grinds his fingers, softer, just enough to help you through it and you chant his name like you’re praying at an alter. you know that you’ll never be over this. your oscar.

“holy shit.” you giggle, smiling lazily as you return to the world of the living. he’s licking his fingers clean; you could black out so easily.

“did you enjoy that?” he punctuates with a kiss to your belly, crawling up your body until he’s hovering over you.

“maybe you should do it again, just so that i can really make sure that i did.” you tease. your hand rakes through his hair, pushing it back off of his face. he’s grinning down at you, eyes fluttering shut. “that was amazing.” you whisper. he’s blushing when he kisses you, and then you are too, when you taste yourself on his tongue.

he moans against your lips, making you pull back. your hand leaves his brown strands, joining your other, which is currently voyaging down his back.

“you’re wearing too many clothes.” you whisper, lips bumping his as your hands slide under the waistband of his sweats. something desperate emits from the back of his throat. you push them over his hips, fisting the thick fabric, eager to have him bare on top of you once and for all. oscar helps, kicking them away, boxers too.

you can feel him, thick and wet between your thighs, his breathing uneven. your nails graze his hip and he jolts, collapsing on top of you, his full weight covering your keening body. he kisses into the crook of your neck, frantic; you need him deep, immediately, his urgent change in form leaving you flushed.

“you want me?” he whispers into your ear, leaving you shivering.

“so bad.” you pant.

“i’ll be gentle.” he promises.

he guides himself through your folds, slippery and warm, all for him. he nudges the head inside of you, hips stuttering at the blinding tightness. you gasp, but he catches it in his mouth, softly moulding his lips to yours as he pushes further. you open up for him, pliant, and when he eventually bottoms out, he holds himself there, letting you adjust.

“oh, fuck.” your eyes roll back, nails leaving crescent marks in his shoulders.

“so good for me, so pretty.” oscar grunts. “say when, baby.” he breathes, rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

“move.”

oscar rolls his hips, rocking you into the mattress. he hooks your knee over his waist, driving himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. you’re boneless, lost to the delectable stretch, to the way his cock seems to touch every part of you that makes you quiver.

“tell me how it feels.” oscar murmurs, grip tightening on your thigh.

“fuck, oscar, it’s so good. ‘m so glad it’s you.” your voice shakes, raw with emotion.

“me fucking too.” he mumbles, increasing his pace ever so slightly.

his thrusts lull into more of a grind, reaching your depths and revelling in the way you only get tighter for him. you’re spilling around him, already so close to meeting your end, and all it takes is the calloused pad of his thumb brushing your bundle of nerves to have you convulsing. you’re somewhere else entirely, on a whole other spiritual plane, utterly and completely his as he fucks you through your second orgasm.

when he spills, white hot and sweat slicked, he gushes endless hushed whines of your name. it sounds perfect when he says it like this, rolling off of his tongue with dire urgency.

his dampened hair falls over his darkened eyes, full of stars and total adoration. you’re smiling sleepily up at him like he’s made of sunshine. you always thought he was, and now you know that he most definitely is.

the most beautiful sunshine man.

“hi.” he whispers.

“hi.” you whisper back.

an intimacy, different to the one you’ve just shared, blossoms between you, encapsulating you here with him endlessly.

“i’m gonna clean you up, ‘n then we’re gonna order food.” he gazes fondly, stroking your hair.

“perfect.” you agree.

“put friends back on, i’m gonna run you a bath.” he begrudgingly stands from the bed, trailing towards the en-suite.

“you’re gonna join me in there, right?” you admire his naked frame as he disappears into the bathroom.

“obviously.” he pokes his head out once more to scoff, and you lay there, grinning like the worlds most lovesick idiot, your thoughts dulled by the sound of running water.

when the bath is full of hot water and too many bubbles, he gets in first, and you sink into the revitalising heat. oscar pulls you close, your back to his chest, kissing over your hairline as you mould yourself against him.

“thank god you broke in.”

-

oh i’m soft

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[stardewvalleybut-i-draw]

Are you excited for the Stardew 1.6 update? Concerned Ape said it's coming out march 19th, only three weeks away!

Heck yeah! The thing is, Stardew has a bad habit of putting a stranglehold on people so I gotta make sure not to overdo it LMAO THAT and I can't wait for the farmer to stand out even MORE in the new update!

He's just standing there...MENACINGLY

[sairiiya]

Summer classes are boring, except when Alex gives us ice creams!

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Do you have or know some good angsty azriel fics? I’m ready to break my own heart…

Okay this is a very small selection of so many I love but enjoy! 🫶🏻

- Horrors of the Hewn City by @azsazz

- Just Hold On by @azsazz

- Walk Away by @azsazz and Part Two (yes I’m simping over Kier don’t judge me)

- Under Violet Skies by @writingsbychlo (ur gorgeous ily)

- Daughter of Autumn by @writingcroissant

- Feel Too Much by @illyrian-dreamer

- The Secrets We Hide by @fieldofdaisiies

- Lose You to Love Me by @fieldofdaisiies and Part Two

- Out of Reasons to Love You by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

There you go, darling! Hope that fills hunger for angst for a little while! 🫶🏻

[stardew-confessions]

I wish children in the game could do something - like grow up to Jas and Vincent’s age and have more of a personality/appearance - maybe run around, take after the spouse a bit, properly chat idk just be an actual kid and not more of a prop - would be more cool idk

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[deutsche-bahn]

DB "Kaffeepulver mit Heißwasser überschüttet und im Becher gebrüht und daher bitte durch den Siebdeckel trinken" Kaffee! My Beloved.! 🥰🥰🥰

Aufgrund der Kaffeefilterknappheit von 2024 servieren wir aktuell unsere Kaffees im türkischen Stil, mit Kaffeepulver direkt im Gefäß. Bis dato hat es keiner bemerkt. Danke für die positive Rückmeldung, wir leiten es weiter.

[vesperionnox]

[ Day 62 ]

The Point Of No Return

[liebelesbe]

Icon request: Non-binary Dickie Hoppenstedt

es ist zwar Monate her seit du das requested hast, aber hier ist nonbinary Dicki 😌

[ID: Dicki Hoppenstedt in front of the nonbinary pride flag. End ID]

[jazzyoranges]

Okay I kinda feel bad sending you so many asks but you are honestly my favorite writer and I really love your take on things.

But if you ever feel overwhelmed or overworked please just ignore my requests, and really anyone's because taking requests and doing them is up to you.

That being said I have way to many paired prompt ideas.

Info: W.A = Wednesday Addams | T.C = Tara Carpenter | J.O = Jenna Ortega | R. = Reader | — = Any/Either

Red = Angst | Blue = Fluff | Pink = Possible Smut prompt(so could be smut if you wanted to) | All = Could be any

1. "We're not just friends and you fucking know it." — R.

+ Optional "Everyone was right about you." — R.

With W.A or J.O

2. "It's okay, you're allowed to cry." — R.

+ "I'm gentle with you because I love you." — R.

With J.O

3. "You wanna hit me? Go ahead. Do it." — R.

+ Optional "That's what I thought." — R.

With T.C

4. "I've had it with your attitude." — W.A or T.C

+ "You're so fucking hot when you're mad." — R.

5. "I thought I could trust you. Obviously I was wrong." —

With W.A

6. "I think that's the first time I've ever seen you smile." — R.

With W.A

7. "You hate me? I hate me too." — R.

With —

8. "You don't intimate me. Cut the act." — R.

With —

At the end of the day this is a little list you can pull from when your feeling like writing any of these characters. That being said this is still a lot and I'll probably send a few of these to other writers (although they may not be as good as you[ to me]).

As you can tell I'm less tired so this is a lot nicer lol.

hey don’t feel bad! thanks for these prompts, i really appreciate them :] i didn’t want to answer this unless i had an actual fic to give you

based on prompt four, you can find it here!

[bobfloydsbabe]

Ummmm I heard you have a Hangman OC? Spill please.

You heard? I wonder who you heard it from...

But yes, I do indeed have a Hangman OC. Let's meet:

Dr. Jasmine Lane

❋ Born and raised in San Francisco, Jas is the youngest of four daughters. Both her moms are nurses, as are two of her sisters; the third sister is a doctor, just like her.

❋ She graduated med school and enlisted in the Navy, much to the dismay of her moms. It caused Jas to have a strained relationship with her family, who disapprove of her career choice - the Navy part, not the doctoring.

❋ After disobeying orders by taking a man to surgery and saving his leg, Jas is demoted and sent to Miramar as punishment. She's lucky to not have been dishonorably discharged. She spends her time patching up minor injuries, doing physicals on aviators in the TOPGUN program, prepping to go on missions and special detachments, and prescribing cough medicine and Tylenol to navy personnel with colds and the flu. It's tedious work, but she does it without (much) complaint.

❋ Jas first meets Hangman at the Hard Deck the night before the first day of training for his special detachment. They shamelessly flirt, and Hangman is confident he can get her to go home with him. He can't. She leaves him hanging, which proves awkward when all the aviators need physicals the next day, and Jas is in charge.

❋ Hangman had no idea Jas was in the Navy because she'd just mentioned she was a doctor, but not in what capacity. He's a little shocked to see her there, but he's not one to back down from a challenge.

❋ And that's exactly what Jas is. The one who got away (from a one-night stand) and turned him down. She's the one who left him hanging, not the other way around and his ego is a little bruised by that.

❋ Jas fucks around and finds out, though not literally at first. She plays herself because, at the end of the day, she's insanely attracted to him, he's persistent, and she's having way too much fun flirting with him.

❋ Then she literally fucks around and finds out.

[yarrowdraws]

I light a fat ciggy, mmm… do you get it, makes me feel good. -Zygismunt Berg

[jamminvroomvroom]

4 with lando :)))

flashing lights - kanye west (respect the art not the artist!)

LN4 x reader

tysm for the request xoxo!! finally continuing my requests (sorry it took ages whoops) flipped my list and went from the bottom for this bc otherwise we were gonna have some repeats lol

images below from pinterest - i claim no ownership 🙃

warnings: none! some swearing, some fluff, lando being a funny little camera shy pr machine - but fr minors pls just dni with my work okay tysm!!!

lando was frantically pacing your apartment when you walked in, eyes wild, as if he hadn’t slept, and hair an absolute disheveled state. his usually sun-kissed skin seemed to get even paler when he heard the door shut behind you, coming to a halt in your kitchen and staring at you as though he’d seen a ghost.

“lando?” you questioned, confused as to, a) why he was here so early, and b) why he looked like he was about to confess that he had killed your entire bloodline.

“baby, i’m so sorry.” your blood ran cold. what had he done? he closed the space between you, tentatively taking your hands.

“lando… what’s going on?” you tilted your head, starting to sweat in your oversized leather jacket. you’d just been out running errands, picking up bits for the dinner you were supposed to be sharing with the mclaren driver, much later in the day.

“i didn’t think anyone had seen us but then i had my assistant, the entire pr department and my mother phoning me, and then max called and said that him and pietra wanted to see if we were okay, before i could call anyone else back which confused the fuck outta me, so i finally checked twitter and there it was and i just got in the car and came here but god, i’m so sorry.” lando finally exhaled, looking like he was about to pass out, with creases so deep on his forehead that you thought they’d stay there permanently.

“okay, lando? sweetheart? yeah, okay i’m gonna need a bit more info.” you over enunciated each word, stressing that you were still in the absolute dark about whatever was on the verge of sending him into cardiac arrest.

“there’s photos. of us. kissing.” he finally said, quietly, and after a good ten seconds of staring at you in utter fear.

“fucking hell, i thought something terrible had happened. jesus christ, lando.” you exhaled, eyes wide. he stared at you like you’d grown a second head, stepping forward to mockingly rest his hand against your forehead as if he was checking your temperature.

“are you… are you… okay?” lando asked, eyebrow quirked. he was shocked at how calm you were.

you’d both agreed to keep your relationship private, and over the last five months, that had gone swimmingly well. but some low quality photos taken, as you waited for some friends outside a restaurant in the outskirts of london, had fucking launched the cat out of the bag.

“how bad are the pictures? are we naked or something?” you scoffed at him and now lando was truly confused.

“no, but- but i thought we were gonna keep this quiet.” he murmured.

“i know, baby, but okay, it’s out. is that really so bad? it was bound to happen eventually.” you reasoned, and lando finally saw your point.

“i just want to protect you, from all of the lights and the flashing cameras. love you too much to lose you to those vultures.” lando dipped his forehead against yours as he spoke, eyes locked on yours. you couldn’t help but smile at him, the loveliest man you could have wished for.

“oh, my sweet, sweet boy,” you crooned, pecking his lips. “you know i love to show off.” he laughed at that, a low rumbling in his chest.

you pulled away, stepping around him and walking further into your apartment, dropping all of your stuff down in your kitchen.

“anyways, i already saw the pictures. we look hot.” you ignored his incredulous ‘what?’, waving him off. “now, come here and help me make dinner.”