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euovennia · 1 year

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headcanons for simon being the mom/dad friend to reader and her just eating that shit up? like yeah, that giant intimidating guy wearing a skull mask is my best friend. he’s really cute right? (he is)

anon your brain is huge and i love it, thank you for such a gorgeous request! just want you to know that your second request will be up sometime soon, i just wanted to split them! thank you again for requesting, i hope you enjoy <3

pt. 2

fair warning to anyone reading, this is my first time writing headcanons (more like a short story with bullet points because my oh my i got carried away) so please don't shoot! anyway, i've got some ideas rolling around in my head so just jump into it:

let's get one thing straight

becoming friends with a man like simon is not an easy task

while you may be somewhat quick consider him a friend because you're both skilled enough to have made to the 141, it takes a lot longer for him to also consider you a friend

the process of getting him to this point is an arduous journey and some people (probably gaz and rudy bc i can see these two being equally terrified of this man) will not hesitate to tell you to cut your losses and leave him alone

i reckon simon is the type to verbally tell you this himself

and maybe for a bit you do leave him alone

but then one day you see him sitting alone in the commons area with what you deem to be the saddest plate of dinner ever and you just crack

cue you sliding into the seat in front of him with your tupperware full of homecooked food you'd stashed away the night before

naturally he gets frustrated and a maybe a lil annoyed so he goes to leave

but then you slide your tupperware of food over to him and his movements just kinda stop as he stares at you with his typical ghost stare

think 👁️👁️

he'll push the container back toward you causing you to push it back toward him

it becomes an almost vicious cycle before he finally snaps and spits out something like, "what's your fuckin' problem?"

to most he's a scary man with an even scarier voice so that would've been where most people drew the line (let's face it though, most people probably wouldn't have sat with him in the first place)

but all you can focus on is the piss poor excuse of a meal he'd retrieved from the mess hall so you just push it back toward him one final time with a simple, "eat."

he'll narrow his eyes and straighten his posture in an attempt to scare you off but when that doesn't work he'll tell you something along the lines of, "i'm spitting it out if it's shite"

he does not spit it out

from that day on, you'll seek him out with two tupperware containers filled with whatever you'd cooked up the night before and offer it to him

the first few times he's hesitant to accept simply because he doesn't wanna get used to the unusually kind gesture but it eventually gets to a point where he just stops getting a plate from the mess hall and instead waits around for you to feed him

these small dinners you share make it nearly impossible for simon to avoid your talking

he almost debates getting up and leaving a few times but then he remembers he'd be eating soggy meat and vegetables if it weren't for you so he decides to entertain it

and to the surprise of absolutely no one he eventually starts warming up to you, even throwing in a few comments and sarcastic quips of his own

and after a long while of having these dinners with you, he decides he likes it – he likes hearing you talk, whether it be about how you and gaz hid price's hat somewhere on base and blamed it on soap or what the latest celebrity gossip is

so what does he do?

he tries to block you out

it doesn't work because you're a stubborn little shit and refuse to let him fall back into his bubble of solitude and self pity

and he eventually realizes this so he just kinda accepts it after a while (more like a week)

and the two of you become quite chummy

well

as chummy as one can be with a person as closed off as ghost

instead you always being the one to seek him out come dinner time, he'll be the one to start finding you

it's a surprise

a delightful one

but still a surprise

his short, clipped responses will morph into longer, more thought out ones as your friendship continues to develop and you can't help but notice just how smart he really is

despite his everything that's happened to him in the past, he's actually quite in tune with the emotions of other people; his observational skills are off the charts

so you'll eventually start asking him for advice on anything and everything, even if it's not something that pertains directly to you because his wisdom outside the battle field is something to truly behold

it's amazing what can be solved without heavy loads of artillery and violence!

anyway

simon quickly becomes very used to this dynamic

you two having dinner, talking about everything and nothing all at once and while he may never verbalize it, he truly does appreciate it

he'd convinced himself long ago that his life was just cursed and that the people he loved and held closest to him were always destined for terrible things so he just closed himself off

he put on the mask and became ghost whereas simon was kept tucked away in a place no one even bothered to try and discover

but then you stumbled your way into his heart with your homemade food and endless chatter and he can't help but indulge himself

maybe having a friend isn't all that bad

and so the dinners/mini therapy sessions continue

until one day you don't show up

while he is a bit disappointed, simon decides to let it go because you've had dinner with him for god knows how long now

you probably just wanted a day to yourself and he understands that so he doesn't pry

even when he barely force himself to finish the sludge smacked onto his plate from the mess hall – how was he so comfortable eating that for so long?

but you don't show up the next day

or the next

and by the fourth day simon is just downright angry

and a little sad and worried

but mostly angry

who do you think you are to waltz in his life, make yourself cozy in his extremely tight knit circle, and then just leave him high and dry with no goodbye? (wow that rhymed)

if you're gonna ditch him like this then he's gonna make sure you sit through the awkward pain of saying it to his face

he spends an embarrassing amount of time looking for you before he even thinks to check your room

he walks up to your door, fully prepared to slam that door open and confront you

but then he hears you fall into a particularly nasty coughing fit paired with a muffled groan of agony and suddenly it just clicks

you got yourself sick

tempted as he is to simply walk away, he knows deep in his heart he can't do that to you

which is why you open up your door to see ghost awkwardly standing there with a tray of hot soup, water, and some medicine

you nearly cry in your haze of sickness

you'd spend the past four days miserably rotting away in your bed and to suddenly have simon by your side offering you soup and medicine? it was almost too much

ever since that day there had been a gradual shift in your friendship

it started with you two coordinating who would bring dinner on which days

but then it turned into simon being the one to bring dinner nearly everyday

which then evolved into him finding you throughout the day and offering small snacks and drinks

but he's a busy man and he can't do this every day so he'll settle for sending a simple message of, "you doing ok?"

and most times you say yes

but on the off chance you say no he'll take a few minutes to message you back and forth until you feel at least a little better (no this is not achieved by him sending you bad dad jokes, he would never do such a thing!)

but eventually the man just gets so tired of constantly going around base trying to find you that he'll simply just start to linger around you whenever he's free

gruff words of assurance and friendly pats on the shoulder become a staple for the masked man

when the team becomes privy to the newly formed friendship between the two of you, it's almost scary

imagine this 6'4 beefy mountain of a man hanging around someone half his size just chilling

i reached the character block limit how awkward anyway

it's odd and you know it is so you'll play into it

like that time you loudly asked ghost to grab the blanket from your room while you two were sitting on the couch in the common area while the rest of the team filed in

and him immediately going to grab it while the team are completely gobsmacked when he promptly returns with your blanket in hand

cue soap asking ghost the same thing a few days later and only receiving a glare in return along with a stern, "i'm not your maid, johnny."

then he just walks away leaving soap to feel like an idiot

it becomes apparent very quickly that simon has a favorite and that favorite is you

especially when he's the one to sweep you up into a quick hug with a quick pat on your head after the team completes yet another mission

you make it a point to squeeze onto simon just a tad tighter when you see soap looking over in complete bewilderment

seriously, how did you tame the legendary ghost?

and honestly?

you're not quite sure yourself

you just soak it in because you'd be a fool not to

maybe one day you'll ask him yourself

maybe you won't

doesn't matter either way because at the end of the day you're the only one who can proudly call ghost your best friend

even if he doesn't refer to you as the same

he totally does he just never says it out loud because he's secretly terrified you don't feel the same

regardless

you two are very much attached at the hip

what with you constantly getting yourself into trouble all around base and ghost not wanting you piss off the wrong person

he is very much your guard dog and you make it everyone's problem

soap went too hard on you during your sparring session? ghost is already glaring at him

gaz won't stop bugging you when you're actually trying to get your work done? ghost is pushing him out the door

price is about to lecture you for something gaz and soap framed you for? ghost is quick to rat them out

it's sweet really, the friendship you have

it warms your heart thinking about it

and it warms his too

even if he won't admit it

he's just grateful you didn't give up on him even when he wanted you to

because he's found that, sometimes, it's nice to have a friend

and he's glad it's you

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hannieehaee · 4 months

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helo! could i ask svt members in a scenario where they were almost attacked by some crazy fan but we protected them? (bc we strong 😎) thank u! <3

you protecting them from an attack from a fan

content: mentions of crazy fans, mentions of a possible attack, mentions of crowds, mentions of injuries, angst, fluff, etc.

wc: 1833

a/n: sorry i took so long T-T

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seungcheol -

he'd be so angry at everyone involved: his staff for not taking charge, the fan for overstepping in such a dangerous way, you for putting yourself in danger for him, and himself too, for somehow creating the situation in the first place. he'd be extremely irrational about it, getting into an emotional argument with you for thinking he'd ever be okay with you putting yourself between him and a dangerous situation. deep inside he'd feel touched that you had instinctively wanted to put him out of harm's way, but he would still need a while to calm down before admitting he was being irrational. in reality, he had never felt as loved as he did in that moment. he knew you loved him, but to put his safety above all with no second thought? yeah, you were the absolute love of his life.

jeonghan -

despite being an overall chill guy, this would be one of the very rare occasions in which his anger would come out. at first he would've been in absolute shock at the fan who had rushed to him, pulling at his arm to get his attention. what shocked him more, however, was the way in which you separated him from their hold, now receiving a blow from the irrational fan due to your intrusion. the anger would show on his face immediately. although he wouldn't do anything to express his frustrations, he would begin ranting at his security the moment you were all alone while simultaneously cooing at you and apologizing for ever putting you in harm's way.

joshua -

his protective side would come out the moment he realized that your intentions were to protect him from whatever the hell was going on in front of him. he stopped caring about what the deranged fan was trying to do to him the moment he saw you try and step between him and the dangerous situation. he'd pull you back to him the moment security caught air of what was going on, cradling you in his arms as he whispered that he was okay and that you were okay too, pleading with you to please never do that again. no matter the situation, he never wanted you getting involved with the actions of the few of his fans who'd be willing to go as far as harming him for some attention.

jun -

he'd watch the whole altercation in shock. from the moment you stepped in front of him upon seeing the agitated fan approach, to the moment security finally stepped in to put you out of harm's way. luckily nothing had happened; it had just been a scare caused by a fan who did not understand boundaries, but something could've very well happened. the thought made jun shiver, thinking of how his distracted nature hadn't allowed him to scope out the situation and making you have to take action to protect him instead. the thought of you standing in front of him to protect him without even having to think about it for a second made him feel both pride and guilt. he'd be all over you after that, not letting you out of his hold as he mumbled apologies and i love you's into your hair.

soonyoung -

he was very fast on his feet the moment he noticed the fan approaching in a suspicious way, but apparently you were faster, taking the impact from the fan trying to grab at him and getting hurt in the process. although it was only a very small impact, soonyoung would still be fuming at any harm done to you. the moment security de escalated the situation, he would choose to coo at you and baby you instead of allowing his frustration at the situation to emerge. it was all said and done anyway, so his main priority would just be to make sure you were okay. he wouldve felt touched that your first instinct was too take care of him, but wouldve also felt disappointed that he couldn't say the same for himself.

wonwoo -

the moment you saw him covering his ears and facing down as the two of you walked through the large crowd surrounding you and a few of his other members, you had taken it upon himself to be just as rude as the fans, physically pushing people out of the way as you simultaneously became a human shield for wonwoo. despite a few people pushing back, with both yours and his security's efforts, wonwoo had managed to feel more at ease. the moment you reached your destination, wonwoo would wordlessly hold you in his arms and bury his head in the crook of your neck, thanking you for thinking of him and apologizing for making you feel like you had to do that for him. would feel conflicted about the situation, but the swelling in his heart couldnt be helped at the thought of you protecting him like this.

jihoon -

the same way he's scolded fans for calling him on the phone while he's live, he would also scold this one to their face as security took them away after having attempted to attack you for getting between them and jihoon. jihoon hadn't noticed a fan running to him, much less had he noticed you stepping in front of him and pulling him away from their direct line of contact. although it seemed like the fan wasnt going to attack him, but more so try and engage in some type of physical contact, you still took action due to your protective nature over jihoon. as thankful as he felt, he was mostly shocked and worried at the whole altercation, being unable to hold back from telling the individual off for having tried to harm you for simply being watchful of him. he'd constantly check up on you after that, now overly alert of his surroundings as he wanted to avoid ever putting you in that situation again (no matter how touched he felt at your instinctive worries for him).

seokmin -

poor boy wouldnt know how to react, which wouls lead him to instant regret the moment the situation escalated and security had to intervene. you two had been walking around a mall together (with security walking a few steps behind) when a group of rowdy fans began approaching, growing annoyed very quickly upon his polite dismissals of them. they began pulling at his sleeve and bag, trying to incite him to stop for just a moment. he wasn't a confrontational person, but apparently you were, as you immediately pushed their hands off them, causing them to try and retaliate, which was when security stepped in. he would insist in taking you home after that, needing immediate assurance that you were okay and hadnt been harmed in any way. would be constantly apologetic to you for a while, insisting on keeping you both under lock and key in his house until the shock wore off.

mingyu -

he wouldnt want to show his angry emotions about the situation, instead opting to stand between you and harm's way the moment he noticed you'd stepped in front of him with his protection in mind. he could never allow you to put yourself in any type of danger for him, and the fact that you had been in such a position for even one second would make him fume, specially knowing it had been a deranged fan who had caused it. he would do his best to not scold you afterwards, simply telling you that it was his job to protect you and that he'd never take his eyes (or hands) off you again if that would ensure yours and his safety.

minghao -

his demeanor would instantly shift, taking on a very serious attitude as he immediately took action upon realizing you had stepped in to try and protect him. his heart would swell at the thought, but that feeling would be immediately replaced with anger at whoever put him in this situation, having also put you in danger. afterwards he would have a stern talk with you, telling you to never put yourself in harm's way ever again. he loves you so much, and he knows you love him just as much, but he'd be willing to be a hypocrite in saying that was his job to take care of you, not the other way around.

seungkwan -

he would've screamed the moment he realized a fan had stepped out of line and even gotten into a tiny altercation with you as you stepped between him and the deranged fan. his scream wouldve alerted his security, who easily took it from there. would be paralyzed in shock for a bit before checking in on you, quite literally doing a check up on you to see if you got hurt in any way, despite the altercation not having gotten physical. after that, he would scold you for even thinking about putting yourself in danger to stand up for him, rambling about how hurt you could've gotten had the fan been carrying a weapon. wouldve felt thankful and well loved by your gesture, but the heart attack he almost got wouldnt have been worth it.

vernon -

he wouldn't have realized what happened until the situation was already over. a fan had been quite literally running at him, but you had somehow managed to step in before his own security did. this, however, meant you had taken the brunt of it, making vernon immediately turn to you and take you away to a private place. he'd let his security take care of the person who had tried to harm him, not really giving much of a fuck what happened to a person who'd cross boundaries in that way, even going as far as hurting you due to their carelessness. he'd scold you lightheartedly, telling you that his heart had almost fallen all the way to his ass. would be more affectionate than usual, not wanting to separate himself from you should anything else happen.

chan -

he couldve sworn he aged at least ten years from the stress he felt at those five seconds in which you decided to walk in front of him to take the brunt of the obsessed fan in front of you trying to get at him. luckily, his security stepped in immediately, dragging them away before either of you could get harmed in any way. he wouldnt scold you but he'd rant his frustrations at you afterward, telling you that you were gonna kill him if you ever pulled that again. your safety came above his, always. he didn't care if that was hypocritical of him. he was already putting you in borderline dangerous situations by just being seen out in public with him, he didnt want to add an extra layer of risk to your life by having you try and protect him. would still been insanely touched at knowing you prioritizes his safety as much as he did yours.

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culkinkieran · 2 years

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ugh i knew jimmy and kim were becoming more and more morally corrupted with each season and yet the last episode upset me anyway i genuinely feel frustrated

#conference room scene felt so sickkk i could barely watch it #i think it wouldn't hurt as much if howard didn't aplogize before and offer jimmy a job #but they showed his soft side so much in this season i straight up felt disgusted everytime mcwexler were working on the plan #i think i liked previous seasons more where jimmy at least was trying to fight his impulses #but here he totally gave in to his persona and even feels snotty about it like he is in the right #and yeah it wouldn't make much sense if he still had a lot of doubts at this point of the show #but it still hurtful to watch and even a little frustrating #idk man the development makes sense to me but also kinda doesn't #like they've both seen lalo already and how horrible this man is #and yet they both didn't even think like oh maybe representing this person is actually wrong #maybe there are some errors in our ways that lead us to people like lalo #and still proceeded with torturing howard #this is probably an unpopular opinion and i'm gonna get shit about it but whatever #i gotta have to process this and maybe i will understand #better call saul #bcs

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michwritesstuff · 8 months

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Can I get a FIC abt the reader being Theodore’s gf and best friend and she’s embarrassed and alone in her dorm bc of cramps and they are REALLY REALLY bad and he just comforts her and they snuggle and he gives her his hoodie and fluffy!! (I’m dying from my cramps in my bed rn 🙏 I need comfort from my book bf)

Ok I don’t even know where to begin other than saying that this was my first request! After writing for over 5 years I can’t begin to explain how rewarding it is to know that someone else wants to read your work! Thank you to all of you who always like and reblog my work! Love you forever. And thank you so much for this request, I hope that you love it :)

Just Want To Be With You (Harry Potter: Theodore Nott)

summary: female reader (she/her) x Theodore Nott

notes/warnings: mentions of bad period cramps, draco and mattheo being assholes (love them, but i needed a villain) fluff, and theodore just being comforting and cute, suggestive at the end

word count: 1,300+

You knew it. As soon as you woke up you knew that you had started your period. If the cramps from the day before didn’t tip you off already, they were making their presence known now.

You didn’t always have terrible cramps, but when you did…there wasn’t anything you wanted more than to curl up into a little ball under your sheets.

Alas, the world is unforgiving to women, and you couldn’t skip all your lessons without drawing some attention. Having to explain the inner workings of the female body to Professor Snape wasn’t exactly at the top of your priorities. So, you mustered up all the energy you could and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.

******

In hindsight, coming to breakfast may not have been the best idea. You were in pain and feeling quite nauseous, barely chewing on your toast as you poked at the food on your plate.

“You alright Y/N?” Pansy asked.

You gave her a weak smile as you shook your head no, gesturing to your stomach in the process. She gave you a knowing look, instantly understanding your frustration and pain.

You hoped that you would see Theo in here, he usually woke up later than you did so you knew it would be pointless to wait for him in the common room. Yet the lightly curly-headed and blue-eyed boy was nowhere in sight.

Malfoy and Mattheo whispering and giggling brought your attention back to the table.

“Look at Potter with that know-it-all mudblood, we’re going to wipe the floor with Gryffindor at tonight’s match.”

Now you weren’t exactly friends with Hermione Granger. She seemed nice enough from the lessons that you had shared with her, being a know-it-all was a pretty accurate description of her. But Malfoy was always a complete minger.

“Don’t use that word,” you spoke up, surprising the boys whose giggles and large smirks turned into sharp stares.

“What was that Y/L/N?” Mattheo spoke up.

“I said not to call her that,” you spoke again, more strongly.

Malfoy smirked before speaking again.

“What, are you friends with the mudblood? Why didn’t you just say so Y/N.”

“SHUT UP MALFOY!” you exclaimed.

“Jesus Christ you’re no fun,” Mattheo stated under his breath.

“What’s wrong with you, are you on your period or something?” Malfoy teased.

That caused both boys to laugh, along with a few first years seated a few feet down.

You got up quickly, storming out of the Great Hall. You could barely hear Malfoy doubled over in pain after Pansy had elbowed him in the stomach.

As you made your quick exit you bumped into a large figure.

“Love—”

It was Theodore. His bright smile dropping as he took in your state. Your face had reddened from the embarrassment and light tears filled your eyes.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yeah, just want to get to class early.”

“Ok, I’ll come wi—”

“NO!” you said, a little quicker and aggressively than you intended.

“You have a game today; you need to eat. I’ll see you in class," you smiled softly, reaching on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on the edge of his mouth.

Theodore watched as you left, a sad frown gracing his lips as he continued into the Great Hall.

******

Your lessons went by as smoothly as they could, despite the stabbing pain in your abdomen.

Theo was as supportive as he could be, you hadn’t exactly told him much. He knew something was wrong, but he knew better than to pry. You would tell him when you were ready.

As you walked back to towards the common room Theo swayed your hands back and forth. You looked up at him, giving a soft smile before your eyes dropped to the ground again.

“I’m going to grab my robes then stop at the great hall for a quick snack before heading to the pitch,” he told you.

FUCK…you forgot he had a match tonight.

“You know, I’m not feeling too well. Would you mind if I just stayed here?”

Of course it would be ok, Theo would never make you do anything that you didn’t want to.

You loved going to his games and supporting him. He’d give you your favorite quidditch hoodie of his and look to the stands to see you cheering and screaming louder than anyone.

“I—Yeah…Y/N, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, just not feeling too hot,” you smiled weakly.

“Good luck tonight, I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

You hugged him tightly before giving him a soft kiss and walking up the stairs to your dorm room.

******

Hours had passed and you could assume that the match was over and Slytherin had won from the cheering and chanting that echoed up the stairs from the common room.

Your cramps were relentless. You took a steaming hot shower, and while the pain had subdued for a short moment, it had returned.

You were currently in the fetal position, clutching your stomach as tears fell from your eyes, your transfiguration textbook thrown aside as your homework was long forgotten.

Too caught up in your pain, you hadn’t heard when someone entered your room.

Theodore was terrified to find you curled up on the bed, soft whimpers leaving your lips.

“Darling!” he exclaimed, dropping his bag at the door and hurrying to your bed.

Your eyes shot open at the noise, turning your head to face him as he made his way over to you, your gaze softened.

“How was your game?” you asked.

“Y/N, enough. Please love, what’s wrong.”

There was no more hiding the pain, you were literally curled up in front of him.

“I’ve had the worst cramps all day and the pain just won’t go away. I tried to do McGonagall’s assigned reading, but I just couldn’t focus,” you said as the tears began to fall.

Theodore moved your books to the floor before moving you slightly so he could sit next to you.

“Why didn’t you just say so love? You know my mom makes that special tea.”

“I—I was embarrassed. Malfoy and Mattheo were being mean, and I just overreacted.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“What?”

“You didn’t overreact. You have every right to feel how you do right now. I’d like to see Malfoy have cramps. I’m sure he’d be even more insufferable than he is now.”

You chuckled softly at his statement.

Theodore always had a way of making you feel seen. He was your boyfriend of course, but he was also so much more than that. He was your best friend. Everything between you too was effortless, he never made you feel like a burden. You felt silly thinking that you were.

“What do you need from me?” he asked gently.

“Just want to be close to you,” you whispered softly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Now that I can do,” he said as he stood up.

“Theo, no, where are you going?”

Without answering you, he walked across your room and pulled his hoodie from his bag.

As he returned, you sat up slowly. Reaching for the hoodie he shook his head.

“Arms up.”

You happily complied and let him put the hoodie on you, pulling it on completely before leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

He shifted you away from him so he could cuddle up behind you. Pulling you close, he rested his hand on your stomach, drawing soft circles with his fingers.

You pushed your body back slightly, wanting to be as close as you could to him. He inhaled slightly at the friction before tightening his arm around you.

“You know, I remember reading some muggle article that says sex supposedly helps with cramps.”

“Oh shut up” you laughed.

“I’m serious,” he laughed with you.

Turning your head slightly so your lips could meet with his, you gave him a quick kiss before pulling back.

“I love you Theo.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

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aechii · 10 months

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getting into a argument w jude before a big match and him thinking you two aren’t on good terms but before the game starts he spots you in his jersey in the crowd and has that extra boost of confidence to do well bc he considers u a good luck charm

₍⁠₍ DRiViNG FORCE ₎⁠₎

A/N ?! nothing much to say, other than, expect ALOT of jude works this next week heheh 🤭

in retrospect, jude's frustration was justified. blinded and consumed by workload- both her own and favours [y/n] had hesitantly agreed to take on- which had ultimately caused her deathly amounts of stress, she had missed jude’s past 5 games. it was something both her and him found distasteful, and after a long conversation, they had come to the (forced) agreement that she would show up to his next one, no questions asked.

so, of course, when she had informed him that she was due in for an extra day of work, unprecedented, jude’s uplifted mood and focused mindset merged into a catastrophic ensemble as annoyance and disappointment took over. and as she rushed around the kitchen to gather her things, jude remained stagnant and stood by the table as he watched her, frowning.

“you’re really not coming?” jude questioned indignantly. it came out harsher than he intended, but with all due candor, he didn’t have the heart to care.

[y/n] hurriedly leaned over the counter to grab her keys, but her boyfriend beat her to it, swiping it into his hands before shoving them into his pocket.

“what the hell, jude?”

“are you not listening to me? i asked you a question.”

jude’s stubbornness triggered [y/n] as she threw her arms up in the air.

“what does it look like?” she retorted, annoyed, “i’m sorry but i really have to go.”

she attempted to reach for her keys, but was stopped by jude. his face turned frigid and a tide of disbelief succumbed him, “are you being serious right now? [y/n]- you haven’t been to any of my games for weeks!”

she checked the time, getting more desperate as she noticed it was 5 minutes past the time she was supposed to leave the house.

“jude, i’m sorry, okay? but i'm going to be late, we can talk about this later.”

he didn’t move, but rather stayed rooted in his spot, arms crossed as he glared at the girl before him. he was swallowed by fury, his mind trailing off on its own, and his mouth just let angered words tumble out.

“you’re so selfish. fucking go then.” his hand digs through his pocket, hurling the keys on the table before shoving his way back to the living room.

[y/n] stood there, stilled with bewilderment as she attempted to process jude’s outburst. she understood that he had been m.i.a for the past few weeks, and hadn’t shown her face in support of jude. so much so, that fans started speculating that they had broken up, forcing them to reach dire needs of posting travel photos to compensate for her absence.

but he needn’t call her that. they had talked about it many a time that [y/n] wasn’t ready to give up her job any time soon, and jude, albeit reluctantly, agreed for her to continue going. she knew it would be hard for him to understand as her work involved shifts and being called in spontaneously to fill in missing staff.

[y/n] faded out of her shock, scoffing as her frustration lead her conscience, “if you want to be like that, then be like that jude,” she shouted to him, snatching her last belonging off of the table and heading to the door.

she would've cared if she wasn't so pissed at jude, but she instead slammed the door behind her after jude slipped in his last attack.

"i'll just find somebody else to wear my shirt then!"

+_-

jude could already feel how skewed his mind was the second his cleats sunk into the grass. he felt guilty, in all rights, for what he had said, but he truly was upset for the lack of [y/n]'s support. he realised that his game had dipped just bit, whether they lose or win, and consequently, his name was losing its shine on the scoresheet.

everyone knew he performed better when she was there. gio had called her his 'good luck charm' to which jude replied with a sound of agreement because he thought so too. jude always had the urge to impress her even more, as if she wasn't vehemently aware of his talent, and it had him dominating the attacking line.

he could excuse 2 games maximum of no show, but now that this was turning into her 6th disappearance, he was getting fed up.

"you look like there's a stick up your ass, what's wrong?"

gio had commenced a side step circle around jude, in an attempt to dizzy the boy. it evokes a light look of judgment instead, but jude said nothing.

"[y/n] isn't coming today… again."

his friend's face turns sympathetic and he stops his ministrations, walking up to him, "man, really?"

jude nodded, "yeah. and even if there was a slight chance she could, i've fucked that up too."

gio rolled his eyes, exhaling melodramatically, "what now?"

"i said that if she doesn't come then i'll just find someone else to wear my shirt." shame riddled his being, and his words progressively depleted in volume as gio looked punched by shock.

"jude, what the fuck?" he tsked, "and how did she react to that? pissed? because it's very much deserved. matter of fact, i would've broken up with you."

jude's face turned hard, yet he felt his heart drop at the possibility. what he'd said was absolute shit, and it had given his girlfriend options, one of which was to leave him.

over his dead, fucking body.

"don't say that and no, we didn't break up. she just slammed the door and left."

"as if that makes anything any better, jude," gio retorted, arms crossed. he knew jude was quite an amateur when it came to gripping the reins of his feelings, but more times than not, it seemed like it was vice versa.

marco noticed them slacking off, running up to them before they were being forced into a couple more training drills. jude knew that his playing headspace had to be on, but his conscience dallied between that and pondering over his fallout with [y/n] and he gave up, knowing that he was going to have another off-game.

+_-

by half time, jude wanted out. they were 2-0 down, and marco was completely livid. his coach had watched them with complete confusion, trying to find the break in the circuit. if he had, and noticed that it was, in fact, jude himself, it was as if he was sworn to secrecy because most players but him were subbed out.

jude had spaced out during the locker room talk, and his legs were on autopilot as they walked back into the field. his eyes were trained on the mass of black and yellow, in an attempt for a last string of hope, before he's interrupted by gio's voice.

"jude, look!"

he pointed to the vip box, and jude squinted before his eyes set upon the undeniable stature of his girlfriend, dressed in his shirt.

"no way."

his mind failed at formulating words, and the second they made eye contact, jude smiled and blew her a kiss. she didn't catch it, but rather gave him a humorous look that said, 'impress me'.

gio watched the whole ordeal with a grin, hooking his arm around the boy before whispering in his ear, "fix the game, loverboy!"

jude snickers back, feeling his limbs light with exhilaration, "bet."

and the second he scored, he ran up to the stands, hands structured in his girlfriend's initial before making a heart.

the smile she gave her would remain in his memories forever.

#work de aechii 🫧#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham romance #jude bellingham #jude bellingham headcanons #jude bellingham fanfic #borussia dortmund #football imagines #footballer x reader #footballer x you

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speirslore · 2 months

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when you get hurt hcs [officers + roe]

a/n: requested <3 usually in my writing the reader is implied to be a part of easy company in a vague way bc i know ppl have different preferences but some of these include getting shot (not graphic or anything) so ig that implies they're on the front lines

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[dick winters]

you hit your head prettyyyy hard, and you're out of it, probably definitely concussed

it happens right in front of dick and he tries really hard to keep calm

he wants to be strong and level-headed for you

shows more obvious affection then any of the men have ever seen from him; pets your hair, holds your hand, is always by your side

he immediately gets you a medic and transported to an aid station and doesn’t want to leave you

but when dick's back with easy, he gets uncharacteristically easily angry and frustrated...

he gets quiet and withdrawn and a little snappy with zelensky and nix... and they both immediately know why

whenever he can go see you, he's there.. he even gets behind on all his paperwork (but nix offers to help)

which dick is hesitant to accept for many reasons, he feels guilty, like he's not focusing on his duties but lew is always good at keeping the reports concise lol

very fragile with you, he isn't underestimating you but he just absolutely does not want to push you or hurt you

is a stickler for the rules, follows absolutely everything the doctor says

he has to wake you up every few hours and you keep insisting it’s unnecessary and dick is absolutely not having it

you try to get up and move around and all dick has to hear is the sheets moving and he just gives you that stare, a little bit like a disappointed mom, and you're right back laying down

he’s way more clingy than usual, wants to be by your side, subtly holding your hand

in that moment it definitely hits him how much he loves and cares about you... he hasn't really had time or space to process those feelings until now <3

[lewis nixon]

it does not look good at first

it's really scary for everyone there, you loose a lot of blood and lose consciousness

lew is not there when you're first shot in the leg and everyone is very glad that he didn't have to see it

but when he finds out... oh he is not keeping cool, is not pretending even a little bit to be okay

starts lashing out and snaps at the driver who's taking him to the hospital to drive faster, mad that they didn't tell him sooner, mad that you were injured, mad at the war, furious at absolutely everything

lew has to be monitored by dick not to go full self destruction mode and get incredibly drunk

he hates just sitting with the constant uncomfortable feeling and reminder that you're hurting

he will not leave your side at first when you’re sleeping a lot, on a lot of medicine, and out of it

one nurse does approach him when he's the only vistor in the hospital left, "sir, the visiting hours-"

he just looks up, obviously devastated, voice cracking, "i'm can't leave. you can drag me out but i'm not going, thanks."

they back off after that

does go through a phase where he hates going once you're more conscious because he kills him to see you like that and face this feels irrational guilt he feels for not being there

because he definitely has the tendency to avoid his problems and things that hurt him

but it hurts you too and you don't fully understand

you look up at dick and harry, slightly delirious from the morphine, tearing up, "does he not want to see me anymore?"

after that they do drag lew to see you and you just straight up tell him feeling guilty is pointless and not fair to himself (or you)

and then it's right back to not leaving your side and always trying to make you laugh or smile

[ron speirs]

okay so i love the angel of the company x speirs trope

by now he's the co of easy and your relationship is a widely known secret...

he assigns you and the group of other men to a patrol... it wasn't an overly risky or bad order, a standard order from sink

but you guys make contact and you're shot in the arm

it just absolutely wrecks him

the guys feel like he's just going to go across enemy lines and find the soldier that shot you himself

the rest of the guys are furious too because everyone just absolutely loves you

for a short time, he's mad at the other soldiers on the patrol and you have to reminder him they didn't do anything wrong

but ron is really just irrationally mad at himself for not being there, for not being psychic, he's just angry he somehow didn't stop this

ron is not controlling and not possessive and he knows you can hold your own but he feels responsible for taking care of you and making sure you're safe

even if he can't quite articulate all of those feelings yet

he doesn't understand all the emotions he feels and doesn't even have time to try to understand them

he listens so attentively to the doctors, he can recite everything they've said word for word

like with chuck, he demands the absolute best from the doctors

this incident shows his more compassionate side and the guys start to see how much he really cares about you... bc they're protective of you too!

you have to comfort him and his voice breaks

and he feels weak and he feels bad that you're comforting him and not the other way around

"i'm messing everything up, doing everything wrong," he says more to himself but you frown, eyebrows furrowed and everything

"you're so hard on yourself, ron. when it's not your fault, it was routine, you didn't shoot me. then i'd be really pissed." you smile and he smiles weakly... but he's on edge for a longgg time after this

[carwood lipton]

unfortunately you and lip just cannot catch a break

your leg gets injured while he has pneumonia

it's not a major injury but a bullet ricocheted off of a wall and slightly grazed you and you need a few days of staying off of it

lip really tries to be comforting

and wants to be there for you and he is!

but it's very hard for him, he just wants you to be okay so badly, even when he himself isn't okay

trying to lecture you about staying off of your leg and asking others for help but breaking out into a coughing fit and then you're trying to help him sit up and to go get some hot water for him

and then he's back to telling you to stop and starts hoarsely calling for luz

it's a MESS

but carwood is a natural caretaker and has been one for most of his life

it makes him hover sooo badly especially because since he's sick too he doesn't have a lot of work to keep him busy

but you're not complaining honestly, it's nice to have more private time and something of a break, even if you're both miserable

you get the special privilege of an actual private back bed room with a mattress and blankets

kind of a bonding experience

you just laugh because what the fuck

it's kind of romantic, first time in a longgg time in an actual bed together

you just go back and forth talking about your future and the life you want after the war

"i don't like this wallpaper," you murmur into his chest

he laughs and that turns into coughing again and you're just rubbing his back trying not to bend your leg... domestic bliss <3

[buck compton]

buck... does not take it well

he takes it extremely hard

like his reaction to joe and bill...

you have pneumonia and the peniciln you need isn't available in bastogne

and it's even worse that he finds out you're sick only a few hours after that and that you've been sick and struggling for the past few days

maybe his reaction would've been different earlier on in the war

but now, it just feels like a destructive domino effect that's sparing no one

it's obvious after all of his friends injuries and your pneumonia that he couldn't stay on the front line... his red bleary eyes and slightly trembling hands said enough

when he gets taken off the line, you're both in an aid station together for a few hours before you're both transferred to different hospital

so his presence is silent reassurance

you want so badly to comfort him but you're so sick and he doesn't want you to, he feels so guilty leaving you

but you hoarsely tell him he needs a break and to process what happened

you're feeling slightly better this day so that makes it a little better... but not that much

both of you have been through hell

but there is a light in the tunnel... or at least you feel that way

buck isn't on the front lines anymore and you both have a chance at a life together post-war

he does not want to leave you, it has to take a lot of malarkey's coaxing him and promising to update buck

[eugene roe]

gene can't decide if having medical knowledge makes it better or worse

and if being the medic and being the one to have their hands covered in the your blood, was better than leaving it in the hands of someone else

he decides it's awful... definitely worse

the very few hours he slept, it was just dreaming of your terrified face

and he wakes with a jolt and is completely miserable

and life just goes on...

a lot of pacing and murmuring

gene closes in on himself when he's upset and stressed, so he becomes even quieter than normal

and the other guys are worried like ??? do we need to intervene and lip just stops them, "leave him alone, he'll be okay."

prays for you a lot, gripping his rosary so tightly and the photo that he has of the two of you when you were still in england

when you both felt some semblance of normalcy

he can't abandon the company to stay with you full time at the aid station to his incredible frustration and disappointment

it's just hard for him to go on like everything's fine, it shatters whatever illusion he has of fairness and hope and safety

whenever someone else gets injured or they need supplies, he'll take any excuse to ride back to the aid station to see you

and if anyone else goes, they always see you and give gene an update

winters definitely notices and tries to give him opportunities to see you

likes watching you rest and sleep (because you definitely needed it, even before you got injured) in the sweetest, non-creepy way

gene loves to just sit with you, see you with his own eyes, and know for certain that you're okay

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers imagine #dick winters x reader #lewis nixon x reader #carwood lipton x reader #ron speirs x reader #buck compton x reader

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ngayawneluoer · 1 year

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extensions

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neteyam, lo'ak

requested! - when you complain about your short hair, tsireya has a quick fix and she gives you extensions. you're excited to see your partner's reaction to your new hair.word count: 1467

a/n: I love tsireya so much shes literally the sweetestttt :(( disclaimer i reused a little bit of text for both boys BCS there's only so many times i can describe styling hair LOLalso!! yawntu means love/beloved/loved one in na'vi

✧ Neteyam:

You and Neteyam scarcely managed to go on 'official' date nights. Sure, you spent practically every waking moment together, but you enjoyed having outings where you knew it could be just the two of you. Following his promise to take you to a particular spot he had uncovered, you wanted nothing more than to make yourself look and feel pretty for what you hoped would be an unforgettable night. Unfortunately for you, nothing seemed to work your way. Your hair was not cooperating, you felt awkward with every cloth you put on, and even your jewellery felt uncomfortable.

You were frustrated; it was evident from how you stomped around Awa'atlu, hair a mess from your frustrating fails at stying it. You needed help and fast.

You soughed in relief when you finally found Tsireya, the most put-together person you knew. She sat peacefully under a palm tree, hands busy weaving together a garment made of shells and pearls.

"Tsireya! I need your help, please," You pleaded, your hands clasping together in entreaty as you kneeled before her.

Startled, she looked up at you, eyes full of worry, and she put her weave down gently, "What is wrong (Y/N)? Are you hurt?"

"No, nothing like that," You sounded, a slight pout on your face, "I have a date with Neteyam and I just… feel and look terrible. Could you help me get ready if you are not too busy?"

"Never too busy for you," She said, slightly giggling as she sat up to comb her fingers through your messy hair in an attempt to calm it down, "I can see your hair doesn't want to be tamed."

"Ever since I cut it short, I just don't know how to make it look good…" You spoke, slightly regretting the impulsive chopping of your locks.

"I could make it longer. Many Metkayinan women weave materials into their hair," Tsireya said, "I could do the same for you?"

You grinned at the idea but felt a slight pang of guilt; the process sounded long and you didn't want to take up Tsireya's free time, "I don't want to keep you…"

"Please, it's my pleasure! I haven't had anyone to do this on in so long!"

Before you knew it, Tsireya had gathered her materials and went to work in your hair. It was apparent she knew what she was doing, hands weaving the twisted seaweed, leather and threads into your hair at an incredible pace. She accentuated her work with little shells and gems, finalising her creation with a proud smile.

It had taken hours, and your scalp and ass were sore, but you felt like royalty. You stood to find your hair down to your hips for the first time in years, and you twirled with a gleeful laugh.

"Tsireya, it is perfect! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You babbled, giving her a grateful hug.

She laughed and embraced you back, "Any time (Y/N). Now go; Neteyam will be waiting!"

Realising that you were almost running late, you took off with one last 'thank you' and made your way towards the beach, where you had agreed to meet with Neteyam.

The man in question sat patiently on the sand, entranced by the captivating colours of the eclipse as they reflected on the ocean while waiting for you to arrive.

You approached him from behind, arms coming to wrap around his shoulder. He tensed at first before he recognised your warm embrace, and he leaned into your touch as you gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"I was starting to think you had forgotten," He teased, but as he turned to face you, his eyes widened, your change in appearance taking him by surprise, "I… wow."

You smiled nervously, "Sorry, Tsireya was doing my hair," you averted your eyes from him in a sudden shyness, "I wanted to look good for our date."

He laughed softly and awed at your adorable demeanour, "(Y/N), you didn't have to do anything special," with a fond smile, he held your hand, pressing fluttering kisses to your knuckles, "But you look gorgeous, yawntu."

You blushed lightly, meeting his eyes, "Thank you, Nete. Just don't get too close," You chuckled, "She used some seaweed, and my hair smells… salty."

He snickered but pulled you towards him without a single care, your foreheads touching, "As if that would stop me from getting close to you," He planted a sweet kiss on your lips, eyes closing in bliss, "My pretty flower."

✧ Lo’ak:

Under the morning sun, you sat with Tsireya on the beach, the two of you chattering away, the cool ocean breeze caressing your skin. You always looked forward to moments like these, when you and Tsireya had enough free time that you could do nothing but lounge and enjoy each other's company. Since your arrival in Awa'atlu, she had become one of your best friends. You played with Tsireya's hair to pass the time, expertly braiding small strands of her long locks between your fingers.

"Your hair is so beautiful. I wish my hair was as long as yours," You sighed wistfully, finishing off the braid.

"Your hair is beautiful too!" She said, a sincere smile on her face, dimples showing.

"I just wish I never cut it so short. It's taking forever to grow out," you whined.

Tsireya grinned, the tinkering of an idea evident on her face, "I could help with that!"

"You're going to… make my hair grow?" You replied skeptically.

"Well, no. It would be more of a temporary fix. Wait here!" She squealed, excitement on her face.

She quickly returned, equipped with a basket of supplies in her arms and an excited grin on her face.

It was apparent she knew what she was doing, hands weaving the twisted seaweed, leather and threads into your hair at an incredible pace. She accentuated her work with little shells and gems, finalising her creation with a proud smile.

It had taken hours, and your scalp and ass were sore, but you felt like royalty. You stood to find your hair down to your hips for the first time in years, and you twirled with a gleeful laugh.

"I love it, Tsireya!" You exclaimed, giving her a friendly embrace. In return, you continued adorning her hair with little twists, using her supplies to embellish little crystals among the little braids.

As much as you wished you could sit on the beach and gossip with Tsireya all day, as the afternoon approached, the two of you decided it was time about time you would make your way to the rocky shore for today's lessons. When you arrived, Ao'nung and Rotxo were already harshly reprimanding Neteyam, Kiri and Lo'ak on their diving techniques.

While Tsireya went to scold her brother for being so mean with his guidance, you sat quietly between Lo'ak and Kiri.

Lo'ak took your hand immediately but did a double take when he glanced up at your face.

"You uh… you look nice," He stuttered nervously, quiet to not let the others hear. Despite his efforts to be discreet, you noticed the amused glances Rotxo and Neteyam shot each other, entertained by the lack of charm Lo'ak possessed.

Your Lo'ak was a man of few, awkward words when it came to expressing his feelings, but you didn't miss the way his bright eyes assessed your new hair, a subtle blush forming on his face.

When the lesson finally moved to the ocean to allow you to practice diving, you discovered the troubles of having long hair. As you swam, you found it hard to see where you were going when your hair kept getting in the way with every turn. What you could see was Lo'ak smirking whenever he looked back at you, bubbles of air escaping his lips as he tried to hold back his laugh.

When you resurfaced, Lo'ak followed, a cackle escaping him when he saw your state. Your hair was all over your face, and you were carefully removing it from in front of your eyes. His hands reached to your face, helping you clear the hair out of the way.

You whined pathetically, spitting the hair out of your mouth, "I don't know how the women of this clan manage to swim with hair this long. It's a lot harder than it looks."

"Well, even if you almost ran into three different boulders, you still looked very pretty doing it," He said earnestly, despite his teasing tone.

"You sap," You scoffed, rolling your eyes and splashing him playfully. But he ignored it and pulled you forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving you a gentle peck, a lot more comfortable now away from everyone's prying eyes.

#neteyam x reader #lo'ak x reader #neteyam #lo'ak sully #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #my fics<3

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jamminvroomvroom · 9 months

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Soft oscar piastri smut pleasssse

okay i cannot write oscar smut bc my brain cannot process that yet but hopefully this will suffice.

this is just a little blurby angsty (not really) fluffy thing about how oscar’s weekend ended

i wrote this in 10 minutes so i’m sorry if it sucks lmao - thanks for sending this in! sorry it’s not exactly what you asked for <3

“i don’t know what he was doing. i was there and he just turned in like i didn’t exist.”

your heart sank as his radio message filled your ears, bleeding through the static of the headset that you wore at the back of his garage. you were devastated for him, devastated that his race was taken out of his hands after the triumph of the day before.

you waited anxiously, headphones slung onto the table before you in frustration, looks of sympathy and disappointment being traded between you and his father. just a day earlier you had been jumping for joy together in the papaya illuminated space.

oscar finally appeared, his frame stood in the entrance to garage, illuminated by the dull spa sunlight shielded from earth by the low, dark clouds. he looked deflated, not that anyone would ever be able to tell. he was a stoic, never giving much away, but you could tell, the slight furrowing of his eyebrows and the way his shoulders drooped ever so subtly. he was a master of keeping his guard up, a professional at keeping his emotions to himself. maybe that’s why it had taken him a year and a half to finally ask you on a date.

you could see him looking for you over the shoulder of his race engineer, finding you in the sea of frustration as the team coped with oscar’s dnf and lando’s catastrophic fall through the field. you winked at him, nodding your head, a promise that you’d find him later after the cameras and the journalists went to find sainz, who would inevitably have to retire as well.

neither of you liked the drama, the publicity spotlight being shone onto your very private, very intimate relationship. you loved him, he loved you, and no one else needed to be involved. you didn’t need the hate, the gossip, the toxic spiral of being branded as a wag, it didn’t suit you and it definitely didn’t suit your boyfriend. public but private, that’s how you both liked it.

you craned your neck, signalling that whenever he wanted you, you’d be waiting patiently in his driver room, ready for comfort and consolation.

and so, as he did the media rounds and cracked a few dry jokes, you slipped away, entering the hospitality building. you laid out his team kit so he could change quickly, wanting to handle the little things while he processed the harsh reality of his race ending 43 laps earlier than it should have.

you fell deep into thought, trying to plan what you would even say to him, not quite being able to sympathise with the f1 circus in any kind of depth yet. but if you weren’t a driver yourself, would you ever really be able to understand him? would anyone? it was something that you struggled with constantly, unsure of what to say, of how to comfort him. you were startled back to the reality when the door swung open, your boyfriend trailing into the room, quietly frustrated.

he just stood there for a second, looking at you like he was lost. you didn’t breathe a word, silently opening your arms for him, and it was as if you’d flipped a switch in him, because he was instantly in your arms. his head nestled into your shoulder, and he exhaled so deeply that you wondered if he’d been able to breath since he got out of the car. the way he relaxed into you made your stomach twist, a sense of calm settling over the pair of you. this was a side of him that no one ever got to see apart from you and that’s what made it feel beautiful. this wasn’t the bored, unintentionally hilarious, sarcastic star boy that was presented to the world, this was your oscar.

“do you know what they’re saying about you?” you whispered into his neck, feeling him shiver as your breath fanned his flushed skin.

he groaned in response, as if he didn’t want you to give him the inevitable pep talk that was coming his way.

“the best rookie since lewis hamilton. lewis fucking hamilton. that’s who they’re comparing you to. baby, you led laps yesterday. no other rookie has done that in years.”

“but i ruined it, fucked up the weekend.” he mumbled into your shoulder, still a shell of his usual self.

“one dnf doesn’t define you, not after all of that. everyone is gutted for you baby, no one is blaming you for it, you ran out of road. it was just a-“

“don’t say it.” he deadpanned.

“it was just an inchident.” you finished, smugly. oscar pulled himself away to face you, rolling his eyes. you cupped his face, brushing your nose against his. “i am so proud of you, you know that right? defying all the odds and everything they said about you last year.” you signed off your speech with a kiss pressed softly to his nose and finally, his awkward smile that you loved so much returned.

#ask #anon #oscar piastri #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri blurb #oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri x reader #f1 fic #f1 blurb #f1 fluff

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normal-horoscopes · 2 years

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Do-do you think one of Jones's attorneys "accidentally" sent those out on purpose bc of how much they fucking despise the man and wanna see him burn

We are entering CT Parallel Speculation Mode:

Occam's Razor: "Alex's current lawyer is the 12th in this case. Every last one of them has been an incompetent idiot, brazen sycophant, or both who shot themselves in the foot. There is no reason to consider this any different. Best not to assume intent where incompetence is sufficient."

Expert Counsel: "Legal experts talking about the case have pointed out that the lawyer has repeatedly made 'first year lawyer" mistakes, likely in an explicit and obvious effort to trigger a mistrial. The judge has noticed this, and chastized him for it. There is a possibility that the lawyer is trying to get Jones to fire him, and that this is a gamble that has not payed off."

Unorthodox Speculation: "Legally speaking, this is a special case. Knowing Alex, his refusal to cooperate with the legal process likely also extends to his own attorney. Given that he has systematically denied himself all possible recourse, I can see a lawyer getting frustrated, covering his own ass, and kamikazeing the case to make it end sooner."

Occultist Brain: "Alex is a showman. He knows he's fucked, and I would not put it past him to weaponize his own incompetence in spectacular form for some pathetic attempt to turn his case into a hot button culture war issue. You saw shades of this in his interview with Steve Bannon. He's using his own fuckup to get the case on Tucker Carlson. This would however require a degree of forethought that is uncommon, but not unheard of for Alex. Additionally, Tucker fucking hates Alex, and thinks he's an embarrassment. Alex knows this. This would be a desperate hail Mary on Alex's part."

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krypticcafe · 1 year

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Hi! I love your writing sm!!! Could I request how the boys + könig would react to a reader with curly hair? (We’re talking tight, kinky coily curls)

COD:MWII Boys w/a curly-haired partner

rating: PG-13

character(s): GN!Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, John "Soap" McTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, König, Hound

warning(s): none

a/n: aw thank you! And I love this request!! I'm not someone with curly, kinky hair, but I hear a lot about how they're super underrepresented. Even I'm tired of the "brushed his hand through your hair" or the "y/n with a messy bun/straight hair" bc PLEASSEE, my hair is a rat's nest, this would not work 💀 Anyways, I hope I did you justice and lmk if I got anything wrong!!

Gaz

Let's be honest, it's nothing new to him. He's experienced with coily, kinky hair, whether it be himself or his family or a friend.

I actually like to think he experimented with longer hairstyles before cutting it for military.

He gets you the most out of all of them, honestly. Knows exactly what you mean when you need a certain product or talk about maintenance, doesn't belittle you when you get upset over your hair, and helps a lot, too.

He doesn't have to do as much maintenance, so he doesn't use too much product, but sometimes he'll eye yours and make a note to try some for himself.

Since you and Gaz can trust each other, you sometimes have nights where you help style each other, just to spend some quality time.

Also yes, you guys have matching bonnets, it was actually his idea. You guys take so many pics together, too.

Gaz will notice if your hair looks healthier or fresher, and while he always thinks your curls are beautiful, he'll make extra compliments so that you know that he pays attention.

Oh, and if you do something special with it? He's all over you, all like, "What's the special occasion? Or am I just lucky today?"

Price

Your hair was one of the many reasons Price had noticed you so much, particularly because the military didn't really allow room for soldiers to do much with their hair and most have to gel it down if necessary.

When you tell him about the amount of care that goes into it, he starts thinking that his facial hair routine isn't so bad after all.

Once you get together, he starts looking into the product you need to get.

Unfortunately, he will have a bit of a hard time, so it's probably best if you show him the ropes for stuff like oils for protective styles, specific tools you use, etc. Otherwise, he'll be wandering around the aisle for a while. Please.

Sometimes, there'll be days where both of you guys take up the bathroom and go through your routines together, it's a pretty good way for him to learn your process and for you to learn his. There's a mutual respect.

Realistically, I don't think you would let either party take over for each other. At least, not for a long time.

If you put on a real nice outfit and let your natural hair out, oh this man will be on his knees, so use that information wisely.

Soap

Ooo, he's obsessed, I'm telling ya!!

Definitely gets stunned at how much it takes for you to take care of those curls, but not surprised that it's so difficult.

He does kinda wonder how you deal with it if you're someone that's on the battlefield.

You definitely had to tell him off for toying with it once, and he has stopped, but it's taking every inch of him to keep his ADHD ass from mindlessly twirling one between his fingers whenever you guys cuddle. But he isn't gonna do it! Unless you let him, then he loves how the texture feels.

You won't admit it, but sometimes you only let him touch it because of how happy it makes him, and you know he's being as respectful as possible.

He'll always be your #1 hype man too! Loves it when you experiment!!

You've definitely caught him wearing your bonnet multiple times, too.

One time, you decided to tease him by guiding him to help you detangle your hair, and frustration was absolutely worth it.

He got so pouty afterward when he had to give up, but you let him know he did a good job trying.

Ghost

He doesn't mean to be rude but he's definitely like "Can't be that bad."

And then you show him your grocery list.

It is that bad.

He gets frustrated and just buys one of everything, walking out of the store with like a dozen bags. He memorizes the ones you pick so there's that at least.

Don't mind him, he's just a bit blunt because he'll then ask, "Why don't you just cut/gel it?". Just explain it, and he'll respect your choice, though it intimidates him a little.

At one point, you're actually the one that lets him feel your hair, so he knows what it's like. He would never touch it unless invited, he's got too much self-control. People also become too intimidated by him to try to touch your hair too, so that's a plus.

It oddly soothes him, he likes how the texture feels on his fingers and especially when it's softer than usual.

One time, you used your own hand to help guide his through your hair, and oh man, was he flustered. Mans was glitching out for a few seconds.

Roach

He thinks your curls are so cute,

Like he literally can't stop watching you because of how they move when you walk.

On occasions where you let him touch it, you'll find that whenever you both are close to each other and really deep in an activity or conversation, he'll absent-mindedly roll a curl between his fingers.

His hands are good for many things, signing, fighting, and other fun stuff. Styling your hair is included!

One of his favorite things to do is help you find and try new styles with your hair. Roach loves looking up and researching about your hair type and what you can do with it, he finds it all super interesting!

Often buys you clips, beads, or whatever he thinks is pretty so you can try it on!

Loves to kiss your head because of how your hair tickles his face a little. He's been tempted to just bury his face in the back of your neck just to plant a bunch of kisses on more than one occasion.

On days where you put extra care into your curls, he's absolutely showing you off to everyone! He wants others to know how hard you worked to look so damn good!! (Gary says it's a full-time job, really)

König

Expect to find him staring all starstruck a lot.

Like a lot.

When you tell him it's your natural hair, he's surprised, he thought you just did a lot of work to make your curls so coily.

He once asked (very) politely if he could touch your hair, and because he was (extremely) nice about it, you let him.

Only for him to panic when the velcro from his glove got caught and he apologized a dozen times over. Afterwards, he treated you like porcelain, keeping his hands straight at his sides around you and acting like a spooked animal.

It got to a point where you had to confront him and tell him it was an honest mistake, and he didn't have to apologize which made him apologize more.

On the other hand, König enjoys watching you do your hair, just sitting there quietly with the occasional question. Sometimes, he helps comb your hair, but that's the most he'll let himself do since he doesn't want to mess things up.

Really loves how your products smell.

While he thinks you look amazing no matter what, he likes it best when you go natural.

Hound

Knows a lot more than you expected. They aren't well-versed, but they know more than the average person when it comes to the deal with kinky hair.

They'll go out with you on shopping trips and often help you pick out scents, one that you like but one that isn't too sensitive for their nose, it's something you didn't expect them to enjoy so much.

You can trust her to always have stuff on hand for you if you live separately or in different quarters. Oils, creams, custards, moisturizers, a hair pick (all from your fave brands, of course), she's got you.

He surprises you again when you come home one day, way too tired to do your routine, so he offers to do it for you.

If this was a test, they passed!! They even knew how to brush your hair the right way not to damage it and had already refilled some of your stock.

After that, you often find him helping on wash days when you're far too exhausted, as his way of pampering you. His favorite thing is doing your edges.

Her scary dog privileges also help ward off weirdos trying to touch your hair, and much like Soap, she hypes you up regardless if it's a frizzy day or a special occasion.

Expect them to be mildly addicted to the way your hair smells, it's literally one of their comforts because of how much it reminds them of you.

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sl33paholics · 6 months

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Pay Attention To Me

Baki Hanma x Dom!Black!fem reader

Warning(s): smut (handjob), fem!dom! reader, odaxelagnia, slang, crying, overstimulation, teasing, a bit of degrading, bounding, ball-play

Edit: Why is this getting so popular? I literally made this bc I was bored 😭

You're the second girlfriend Baki has gotten in his whole life. After him and Kozue didn't see eye to eye on things, they've decided to end their relationship. It left the poor boy heart broken and didn't bother to search for another as she was his one and only soulmate, the second woman he could share his trust and secrets to.

The two of you came across each other when you were at a convince store one evening after school, your cart stacked with snacks as you stared at the different varieties of milk on the shelf. You were exhausted. You didn't even notice a dark-haired boy staring at your direction as you mindlessly stood there. "Get strawberry." You turned your head to where the voice came from. "Strawberry milk. It'll suit a pretty lady like yourself." He'd say, walking off. You couldn't help but giggle.

Soon, one encounter turned into another. The two of you kept seeing each other at that store once, twice, hell, even three times a week. You sometimes even wondered if he was there to buy something or to just see you and chit-chat. Eventually, you two became friends in the process. Hanging out at different locations, walking through the park, in the city. You were flattered by the guy's presence and personality. Baki was comfortable enough to tell you about his previous relationship, sharing both the joys and heartbreaks that shaped him. As your friendship deepened, you found solace in the genuine connection, realizing that sometimes, unexpected encounters could lead to the most meaningful relationships. The two of you began dating soon after.

It's been weeks since you two started dating, and you were already fed up by the frustration of the fact that Baki wasn't paying enough attention to you, not enough PDA. You'd often find yourself lonely. He'd disappear for so long and come back for a short time, only to be gone. He'd never let you into his business. You'd notice recent bruises on his face and body and didn't dare to question him about it.

It just irked your soul. This whole thing made you into an irate woman. You didn't bother to speak to him whenever he came back, never answering your messages or listening to voice emails. But oh, he always knew where to find you. Whenever coming out of the shower, you'd always see him at your window tap tap tappin' away for you to let him in to talk.

Now here you are, at his small vandalized house in the middle of the night. The soft, whimpering sounds coming from Baki as you tied him up, Frog Tie style. He was laid on his back, staring at you as you took off your clothes, revealing your black corset lingerie. Baki couldn't look away from how alluring you looked. His poor cock twitching in eagerness. Baki slowly sat up, attempting to break free from the rope before being slammed back down onto the ground, making a grunt sound looking up to see your smug expression. "Y/N, please..." he whined, his voice deep and husky with arousal. You chuckled as you lubed up your hand, you grabbed his cock and wrapped your fingers around it, your pinky finger is close to his balls while your index finger was more close to the top of his shaft. Baki felt your fingertips touching the head.

You slowly stroked him up and down with your hand. "Say, Baki, you're strong. How come you can't break free out of the rope, hmm??" You ask, drawing your attention to the look on his face. The expression of neediness and embarrassment plastered was over. You couldn't help but chuckle. How pathetic he looked under you as you took control. "Those scars on your naked body, the bruised marks on your face, you should be able to break free, pin me down, and fuck me into oblivion. But you ain't, tell me." Baki was panting heavily, the slow strokes were sending him on the edge as his cock was awfully stiff and hard. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't expecting to get bounded up like this. It was humiliating.

Baki turned his head to the side, his hair covering his eyes, his chest rising up and down rapidly. He felt your other hand grab his face, his lips puckering together as you turned his head back to face you. "Did I say that you could look away," Baki shook his head. "Then why did you do it? Did I give you permission to do that?!" You swiftly moved your hand down to his neck, giving it a grip and seeing his eyes widen. As you continued stroking him up and down, you rubbed your thumb over and back on the head of his cock. Baki was shuddering. It didn't help that the rest of his body was beginning to heat up. He felt it all from his stomach to his chest.

Unexpectedly, Baki was somehow able to jerk away from you, catching you off guard. He was trying to find a way to get his arms free. You quickly grabbed the boy and turned him over. Baki's ass up was now up in the air and on all fours. You smacked his ass, hearing a yelp escape from his mouth. Again, and again, and again, and again. More and more, the welping now turned into mewling. Using your other hand to grab Baki's neck, lifting him up towards you, he was now sobbing. "Don't fuckin' play with me," you said gripping his ass, he could feel your nails in his skin "You think you slick? Trying to move away from me? Fuckin' try it." Your grip became tighter, and harder. The boy tried to scream but it came out as a squeal.

You pushed him back down, his head hitting the ground as Baki groaned. Leaning down, putting your head in his neck area, you began to kiss it lightly. You could feel his body tense up, and then relax. You continued kissing him, making sure he wouldn't move around too much. Baki let out another squeak of pleasure, this time one that seemed a little more desperate than before. As you were continuing the sweet torture, you went back to jerking him off. Your hands went towards his sack, you gently fondled with them as your movement on his cock went at a rapid pace. His body trembling. Those kisses soon turned into biting, you left hickeys all over his neck but others looked like genuine bite marks.

You felt pre-cum dripping. "Hm? Close to cumming, Baki? You're gonna explode all in ma' hand? Like the little bitch you are?" You said in his ear, he was now moaning loudly. Not caring to hold back the sounds of pleasure coming from his mouth, you started sucking his earlobe. "Mmm...you taste so good baby. I love when yer moanin' like that. It gets my heart goin'."

Baki finally came. Your hand was now covered in his seed as he lay there, drooling out of his mouth and tears still running down his cheeks. He felt exhausted. He felt defeated. Baki closed his eyes as he tried to control his breathing. You began to remove the rope off his body, seeing him go limp. "Next time, your pushiment would be harder, baby."

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sminiac · 5 days

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Piwon after an argument 👉🏾👈🏾 -Kyokopi

💌 — I’m sure it’s just bc I started my period but I’ve been so fucking sad lmao, thought now would be a good time to write a lil angst HEHE

⋆ Y. Keeho

Gen overview — He moves around your space very cautiously, slow in a way, like he’s scared of his presence being fully perceived. I feel it’s one of the very few times he isn’t tackling the problem when both of your wounds are so fresh in fear of further irritating them due to his eagerness that could come off as pushy or bitter. Forces himself to endure the silence, the lack of acknowledging each other’s presence even in close proximity, it hurts but he knows everyone processes things differently, including the timeframe of how long that’ll take.

Reconnecting — Truthfully, normally it doesn’t take very long before either of you come back with a “I’m sorry” at the ready, it’s never a you or him situation, in fact a lot of the time it doesn’t matter, the most essential part is communicating, which also consists of a lot of tears- but there’s something so sweet about being able to let go like that with someone else, sharing another one of your most vulnerable moments with each other, gaining an understanding of how his brain works in a way no one else can.

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ C. Taeyang

Gen overview — Forces himself to apologize first because he knows if he doesn’t, it’ll just never come. Puts his struggles to the side for you but that doesn’t mean it’s easy, he goes through with it though, and although the process is sore and sometimes difficult the outcome is always worth it. He’s good with noting his own faults and the crowding of his ego that he has to overcome, it’s just the daunting task of reconciling, what if it isn’t so easy? What if you won’t accept his explanation? Would another disagreement arise? Learns that a simple ‘I’m sorry’ with a genuine sense of humility is worth a lot more than he thought it would have.

Reconnecting — This is where Theo’s feelings really show, fighting can be exhausting, and you can tell by the look on his face- even his body language, that he’s really drained and sad now that there’s no other emotions left to cloud over. The most he asks is just allow him to be by your side. Showers or baths together are usually taken after. You don’t need to shower him in gifts or written letters conveying your regret, but you can wash his hair for him, massage his arms and back the way he likes while he hugs you under the comforting stream of hot water.

⋆ C. Jiung

Gen overview — The quickest to feeling irritated if he deems your behaviour as ‘excessive’, but don’t let that intimidate you, he gradually comes to his senses, just give it a minute or two for the bad feelings to settle down. Opposed to Keeho, Jiung isn’t so quick to feel the need to apologize or talk it out, he puts himself at quite the distance, buries his head in work to keep him distracted from the guilt, or the fear of having over done it this time. Coming back to each other is always the most fragile part, the culmination of all the hurtful moments make for quite the emotional reconnection. Apologies are always mutual, you dissect things with each other.

Reconnecting — Jiung’s typically more on the serious side, but after seeing you so upset it’s like a need to allow his silly side to slip. Puts away any distractions and focuses all of his attention on you! Do you wanna go get a drink? He doesn’t want you dehydrated after all those tears. Crying makes you tired, do you want to take a nap? Crying makes you hungry, do you want to go grab some food? He’ll pay, anything you want. Crying makes your nose stuffy, what about a walk outside?

⋆ H. Intak

Gen overview — Feels his emotions very deeply, they almost overtake his entire being, when he’s frustrated there’s not really a filter there to keep his mouth from running away which splits the two of you off, if you’re reactive he’s like gasoline to your fire. It doesn’t happen often, arguing or the spitefulness, he’s normally good with managing his emotions in a healthy way, so he’s extremely regretful when it gets out of hand and the both of you are upset with the other. Exudes penitence to the fullest extent when he’s coming to you with a tearful apology, holds you, just wants to hold you. The feeling of someone crying while being close to them always makes me emotional, it’s just such a deep, inexplicable connection, and that’s exactly how it is with him.

Reconnecting — Very physical and vocal after you’ve both settled. Intak will remain as close to you as possible without actually touching you, scared that his clinginess will be too much until you’re the one initiating it, and every few minutes he’ll try talk to you about anything that interests you, because if you’re talking then surely you’re okay. He’s so puppy, asking: “That new bubble tea place you’ve been talking about is opened, do you want to go soon?” “What happened to that shirt you’ve been looking for? Did you find it? Should we go get you a new one instead?” “We should go to an aquarium, you can dress all pretty so I can take pictures.”

⋆ H. Shota

Gen overview — Learning how to be supportive and respectful of each other’s functions is definitely a process, but it makes you all the more closer with Soul. Not being familiar with these intricacies prior to your arrival in his life means that he does struggle with admitting his own feelings. Soul tends to catch the wavelength of your discontent quickly and immediately molds himself to fulfill whatever your needs are, in doing so he unintentionally disregards his own. He’s at your every word, but he also needs someone who will be there for him just as willingly. Apologizing is easy, he’s quick to admit his mistakes and really takes the time to understand you even if he didn’t to begin with, but he is a little hesitant when asking something of you, all he needs is a little encouragement and reassurance that he deserves just the same treatment.

Reconnecting — Things transition back to normal very smoothly, the both of you silently agree to do your best to end the day off on a good note, which doesn’t take a lot, and by the time you’re in each others arms on the verge of falling asleep it’s like nothing ever happened. Soul’s just very.. you can never outright tell what he’s thinking or what he’s about to do, so even as you’re talking it out in the end, your argument is settled once he says or does something silly because once the both of you are laughing there’s no way the seriousness of the situation could be dragged on for any longer. He’ll kiss you with a big pretty smile, adding on a final “I’m sorry stinky”.

⋆ K. Jongseob

Gen overview — He hates nothing more than the tense atmosphere that post arguments have, and the thing that gets to him the most is not being able to approach you like nothing happened. He knows your feelings are hurt. His are too, but god does he ever miss feeling you curled into him, giggling with each other about stupid things no one else would understand. The silence and ignoring each other only ever lingers for so long, usually he breaks it by pulling you into him when you least expect it, quickly subjecting you to his kisses and a near constant reiteration of how sorry he is for being mean. He snaps out of things quite fast, because he can’t bear the thought of your day going sour because of him, so he does his best to make up for it.

Reconnecting — Immediately tells you how silly he thinks it is to be so upset like this in an attempt to wipe away any negative feelings that were left behind, because he wants to be with you until not even the existence of your souls can live on, why dwell on something so trivial? Why feed into it any more than you have to? Seob likes keeping you busy after, is it odd that he suddenly wants to build things together in your Minecraft world? Maybe a little, but it’s hard to say no when he’s suggesting you make a day out of it with snacks and cuddling included.

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Update, after listening to my Laufey playlist and writing Seob’s ‘reconnecting’ bit I’m not as sad, just hungry.

ANOTHER UPDATE I ATE AND NOW I FEEL NAUSEOUS ???? I CANNOT WIN.

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