#i keep doubting it everytime I do pick a side

[enchanted-arms]

Another year, another me

#knight life #will I ever decide on which side the scars go? no #i keep doubting it everytime I do pick a side

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Can I request something with Lando and reader where she’s max’s (f) little sister and she hangs out with them a lot and she’s a little shy and has a crush on Lando so everytime he talks to her she’s blushing and stammers and he has a crush on her too and eventually they get together?

On My Mind - LN

Edit: I am so sorry to the person who requested this it’s been pointed out that you meant Max Fewtrell, i am going to fix this asap and get a new fic written. it will be as the request but an entirely different story arch. So dw, it won’t be a copy and paste. Deffo feel stupid but im going to fix it 🫶

The corrected request - Don't Know Your Worth

Y/n loves her big brother. She’s adored him and almost clung to him since they were kids and he’d tell anyone any day of the week, that there is no one who is bigger fan of his. Not Kelly, not Christian, certainly not Jos.

Pictures of her support through they years make his heart swell and she is main source of why he values family so much above all else.

His protective side comes out when it comes to y/n because she’s much quieter and shy compared to him.

One particular weakness of his little sister, the fellow F1 driver, Lando Norris.

Max has never voiced the way he notices his sister getting flustered and stumbling over words when Lando is around but it definitely isn’t a secret to him that she is crushing hard on Lando. But Lando seems to believe that’s not the case and he is without a doubt misreading her.

“Hey, Max. Hello, Y/n.” Lando greets walking up to them as they head towards going to the drivers parade.

“Hi.” Y/n smiles waving her hand as that shy shield drops down over her.

Lando shoots Max a look but her older brother just smiles at him.

“How is my favourite brother-sister duo today?” Lando asks as Max reaches around to pull y/n in front of him, hands on her shoulders while her eyes widen since that’s his way of forcing her to answer.

“We’re uhh…good. Max thinks he’s going to win.” Y/n states earning a laugh from behind her.

“Yeah, I think everyone thinks he’s going to win.” Lando laughs watching her grin at him. Every time he manages to make her smile, he mentally marks a score for himself. “I hope you’re rooting for McLaren after Red Bull.”

Y/n can’t even muster the words to confirm she is definitely rooting for McLaren.

“I-I should go.” Y/n stutters turning to hug Max quickly while Max tries not to give away his amusement over her clear distress. “Good luck.”

“Do I not get a hug?” Lando jokes but out of pure impulse of not wanting to feel like she’s disappointing him, she moves over and hugs him. “Aww…must run in the family to give good hugs. Thank you.”

Y/n disappears without another word and laughs when he looks at her for a moment.

-

Seeing y/n goofing around with Max by putting on his suit and helmet, Lando can’t help but get caught up watching her. Her laughing and screaming when Max chases her a bit, it’s nice to see she’s not so tense and nervous. As she always seems to get whenever he’s around.

“Lando!” Max laughs spotting the McLaren driver which makes y/n literally true and misstep hard into, landing on the ground with a squeak and grunt. “Well…”

“Ah, ow.” Y/n groans pulling the crash helmet off.

“Here, let me help.” Lando smiles pulling her up before she has a chance to decline the offer.

“Th-Thanks.” Y/n smiles avoiding looking at him while Max picks up his helmet.

“How you doing mate?” Max asks making Lando tear his gaze from y/n and smile at his friend.

“I’m good, was just going to ask if you wanted to come play a few games of padel? We’re missing one person.” Lando states making Max decide to play wing man for both his friend and little sister.

“I have some plans with Kelly, but I know for a fact that y/n has no plans. Will you substitute me for the better Verstappen?” Max asks ignoring when y/n reaches for him, nipping his side with a sort of strength only siblings possess for each other. But he keeps a poker face and doesn’t let it show.

Thankfully, Lando has one of his brighter moments and realises what Max is doing.

“That’s great. Don’t worry, you’ll be on my team. It’s us against Ferrari.” Lando grins while y/n tries to find the words but her voice fails to form any noise in trying to get her out of this.

“When’s the game?” Max asks making Lando look back at him.

“I can swing around to grab you at 6-ish.” Lando smiles brightly before he grins at her.

“Sounds good.” Max nods while Y/n is still struggling to process what’s going on and why on earth her brother would put her forward for such a thing. “Great, she’ll be properly dressed for it.”

Max gestures to his racing suit that is currently drowning her body while she smiles nervously.

“She will see you later.” Max smiles nodding before he tugs y/n away to mentally prep her to not mess up this chance that he is making happen for her.

“I will see you.” Lando grins giving her a wink before heading off while she feels like her head explode with the burning of blood rush.

Max found no end of amusement in y/n shouting at him since behind close doors with people she knows well, she is not afraid to raise her voice.

But she got changed into a skort and t-shirt for going to the padel court.

“Lando is here, have you forgiven me enough to go out and join him for the game?” Max asks as she pouts at her brother. “I know you have a crush. I am helping you.”

“You are stressing me out.” Y/n argues while Max laughs at her. “Stop laughing!”

“You like Lando and he is a nice guy. Now can you get out and go play padel.” Max demands pointing for her to leave.

Y/n glares at her brother before doing as she’s told only because she swallows thickly. Her whole body shudders before she swallows thickly and heads out managing a smile to Lando as she walks up to him.

“Hey, ready to go?” Lando asks making her nod as he voice proves to fail her yet again. “Max had mentioned that you two sometimes team up for padel games. I didn’t know if you’d want to have a different teammate.”

“Well, Max isn’t amazing at other sports the way he is at driving.” Y/n shrugs while Lando laughs at her comment. He definitely didn’t expect her to say that. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, I’m basically champion.” Lando nods while she laughs a little. Settling a little since she doesn’t even have the option to hide behind Max, she has to build the courage from somewhere and not be a devastatingly embarrassing person. “Don’t worry, I know I’m going to walk away a winner with you.”

Y/n almost lets herself misinterupt that before shaking it off and as Lando opens the door for her.

“Thank you.” Again that eruption of a flush on her face which Lando clearly notices.

“Hey, I did not realise you meant y/n when you said Verstappen.” Carlos laughs when the two arrive at the padel court.

“Sorry, he had other plans.” Y/n smiles a little but he immediately changes his tune.

“I will have her on my team.” Charles states making her eyes widen in surprise while Lando looks ready to choke the Ferrari golden boy.

“I’ve already called dibs. It’s us against Ferrari.” Lando declares making Charles concede while Carlos sends Lando a look that y/n can’t quite read but Lando just shrugs it off. “Ready to play?”

“I’m ready.”

Admittedly to Lando’s surprise, y/n isn’t just good at padel but she clearly has carries the same gene for competitiveness that is usually overshadowed by her quiet persona. Not that she gets aggressive but the annoyed look when Charles or Carlos win a point or round speaks louder than her voice does.

But after three matches, y/n and Lando have won and he runs to her picking her up when she wins the last point.

“Proving once again, the Verstappen bloodline produces only winners.” Lando laughs while the Ferrari drivers try not to be such bitter losers over Lando and y/n winning.

Somehow y/n is not so much talked into but pulled along for lunch with Lando while Carlos and Charles announce they have other things they need to do.

“Any other sports you excel at?” Lando asks trying to make sure that she feels like he wants to hear her talk.

“Uhhh…tennis?” Y/n laughs nervously before clearing her throat a little. “I’ve really spent my life just…supporting Max.”

Lando softens a little thinking about the type of bond that Max and y/n have. He knows that Max has spoken publicly about how he hates race weekends that his little sister isn’t there, that he’s more confident with her support throughout the weekend.

“That’s quite sweet.” Lando states making a mental note to call his siblings and just check in with them. “Did you ever want to get into racing?”

“I karted, I got really into it. Max thinks if I haven’t continued we could’ve both been in F1…but I think that he’s just trying to build up my confidence about how good I was.” Y/n shrugs with a sad smile.

An idea sparks in Lando’s head but he keeps himself quiet, not wanting to scare her with it.

“I would’ve liked to see you on the grid. It’d be nice to see a woman up with us, why not two Verstappen?”

“Because siblings rivalry is dangerous enough without fast cars and competition?” Y/n jokes earning a laugh from Lando.

“Even better for racing though.”

-

Arranging it with Max took secrecy and compliance but they managed to arrange something for y/n that Lando has to admit, he’s pretty proud of making happen.

“What is this?” Y/n questions pulling off her sunglasses as Max guides her to the karting track.

“Lando wanted to invite us to be apart of his YouTube video. We’re going karting.” Max states proudly while y/n’s smile wavers breaking into a nearly fearful look. “It’s ok, it’s fine.”

“No, because last time we karted together you literally knocked me off track and out of my kart.”

“But I won’t this time. Only clean racing, I promise.” Max states then pushing her toward Lando who is standing with the Quadrant team. “She’s ready to race.”

Using the fact that y/n is too shy in front of new people, and especially Lando, to say no about karting. Y/n smiles when she’s handed a helmet that Max must’ve got to Lando ahead of time since it’s a helmet she had designed and used previously.

Being a part of the video is an unusual experience but Lando helping y/n get into her kart and make sure she feels secure in it, he doesn’t get himself ready until he’s triple checked that she’s happy.

Max is lined up beside her, but she doesn’t dare look at him knowing he’ll knock her focus.

They’ve raced each other as kids, but as adults it’s a different story.

Karts are obviously more limited than an F1 car for speed and general racing ability.

When they finally get going Max shoots ahead, but y/n has a bit of a hare and tortoise attitude. The others prove to be a bit of a hurdle but she slides past them and accidentally past her brother beginning to lead the race and not long later laps some people while Max tries to chase his sister down.

She nearly misses the chequered flag spinning around to a breaking stop which does up with her being rammed into by Max.

“Ah.” Y/n grunts from the impact then sucking in a breath and sighing to herself as she leans back in her seat and raises a middle finger to the world champion. “Sore loser.”

Not to Max’s surprise, Lando jumps at the chance to help her.

“Are you ok?” Lando asks getting her helmet off once she’s out the kart while Max stands up pulling his own helmet off. “That was amazing.”

“Told you she was good.”

“Too bad you had to punish me for it.” Y/n states earning a fake pout before Max hugs his sister.

“You should get back into it.” Max whispers making her tsk clicking her tongue.

“I second that.” Lando adds while she shoots him a small smile.

“I think I’ll stick to a supportive role.” Y/n shrugs then clearing her throat. “That was fun though. Proof that F1 drivers aren’t always the best drivers on a track.”

“Well I told you that you would be the champion if you had’ve stuck with me on the track.” Max shrugs while she rolls her eyes. Then Max nudges Lando. “You should bring her karting again, I think she enjoyed it more than she wants to admit.”

“I’m right here, Max.” Y/n murmurs as if to remind him that she can in fact hear him.

Max does decide that maybe he pushed y/n a little far out of her comfort zone and is maybe pushing her even further which isn’t going her any favours.

“We have to go, but thank you for including us.” Max smiles while Y/n looks almost sad to go. “Or…I could leave y/n here with you guys and someone drop her off later?”

“Sounds good to me.” Lando nods while y/n pauses for a moment then nodding in agreement quickly.

-

Y/n doesn’t get dropped off, instead her and Lando end up in his hotel room with her.

“I wouldn’t have thought Max would be the type of brother to trust you in the hands of another driver. He’s always seemed quite protective.” Lando comments while Y/n lies at the opposite end of the sofa to Lando.

“He’s…not as protective as people think. I think if he thinks something is making me happy, then he won’t get in the way.” Y/n shrugs while picking up some popcorn that they had ordered in room service.

“I think he’s playing wingman to both of us.” Lando comments while she digs herself down as if to try and hide herself. “No…there’s no hiding this time. I’m not hiding anything. If you’ll let me take you on dates and spend nights with you, then I want to do that.”

Lando says it exactly how it is. Complete transparency.

“That sounds good to me.” Y/n nods before he offers her hand that she takes allowing him to pull her over on top of him chest to chest while her face burns hot enough to it radiate off of her.

“Don’t get shy again on me now.” Lando grins before kissing her softly, an action that makes her melt down against him. “I think since I have Max’s permission we’re ok to go ahead.”

#f1 #fanfic #formula 1 #lando #lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #norris #lando norris fanfic #ln4 imagine #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 fluff #lando norris fluff #mclaren

[tenswrld]

true romance

popstar!haechan x upcomingartist!reader, angst, fluff

summary: haechan's the world's boyfriend — and yours too, i guess.

word count: 4.1k

listen to: true romance - pinkpantheress

a/n: first, sorry that its been so long...im trying to be better about writing but inspiration comes and goes,,i hope you will indulge in whatever this is!!! everytime i hear this song my mind goes to haechan for some reason sooo yeah >_< i have lots of drafts its just a matter of when or if i finish them LOL love yall tho & enjoy

•°. *࿐

tell me, do you view me the same or do you call me a stranger?

"leave a bit after me so no one sees."

haechan is popular — without a doubt one of the most popular artists of your time. everyone either wants to be him or be with him, to which you completely understand. everything about him screams someone who was born to be on a stage, stealing hearts and whatnot. with such a bright personality, it was almost impossible to not like him.

you've had the privilege of getting to watch haechan grow from singing songs he wrote in his bedroom on youtube to him performing them in sold out shows. you're a fan, of course, but somewhere along the way — with crazy luck — you've wiggled your way into his life and into his heart. the two of you were music artists wishing on every star for some kind of breakthrough to the industry (take a guess on who got it). naturally, it brought you together. you were there when haechan reached 5,000 subscribers, and you were still there when he was selling out shows to 50,000 people. you've stuck by his side for so long that you're sure that its where you fit best.

in the moment, however, you're not so sure anymore.

"leave a bit after me so no one sees."

the small smile on your face slowly disappears at haechan's words and hurt quickly settles into your chest. "...why? what would be so bad about that?"

haechan seems unable to grasp how upset you are at his words. he shakes his head with a small laugh. "it's not like that, y/n. but a scandal at this time wouldn't be good."

"a scandal?" you scoff slightly. "since when have you ever cared about that?"

he sighs and runs a hand through his hair that's still slightly wet from his post-performance sweat. "i just don't want to take any risks right now. especially since my album is coming out soon. you understand, right?"

"i fly all the way out here to see you, and you don't want to be seen with me?" you say with a trembling lip and a weak voice. you're hurt and you're angry, but can't seem to keep your tears at bay.

"i didn't say that."

"you might as well have," you spit back at him.

"let's talk about this later, okay? trust me, it would be a lot worse for you than it would for me." haechan picks up his bag and swings it over his shoulder, making his way towards the backstage exit door.

frozen in place overwhelmed with emotion, you watch your boyfriend open the door. you think he's had a change of heart when he pauses at the door and turns back to you, but somehow he's managed to hurt you even more.

"maybe you should take these too," he says, placing the bouquet you made him back into your hold. the smell of roses and sunflowers taking over your senses as more tears well up in your eyes. you hope the flowers hide them from haechan's gaze. though, you're not so sure he'd notice anyway, as he'd already let the door close and left you behind.

•°. *࿐

'cause, baby, i don't care about the fame

people talk. as an upcoming music artist, you're aware that people talk. as the (hidden) girlfriend of a global superstar, you're more than aware that people love to talk about anything and everything that doesn't concern them.

you and haechan aren't on the same level of fame — not that it matters to you. it never mattered to you, really. even as haechan grew and grew and you remained with your significantly smaller (but still decent) following, fame was never your strongest desire.

yet, now, you're wondering that maybe if you were just a bit more famous, more popular, more well known, then you wouldn't feel as far away from haechan as you do right now. even as he sits beside you on the king bed of the luxury suite he booked for this stop of his tour, you feel further away from him then ever.

"i mean, what would people say about us, y/n? about you?"

"you keep saying that, hyuck, but you're not explaining it to me," you say, growing frustrated with him. "why is it just about me?"

he purses his lips before averting his gaze to the floor. "they'll say nasty stuff about you — that you're using me for fame, or money, or something like that."

you shake your head. "but you and i both know that's not true. we've been together for how many years now? their words shouldn't matter." you take hold of his hand and rub your thumb against his knuckles. "you could have nothing and i'd still be here."

"people don't know that," he scoffs. "they'll assume the worst about you."

maybe he's right — you're sure they will assume the worst about you regardless of your long, deep history with haechan. would he start to believe them? you think it, but you don’t ask — too afraid of the answer you might receive.

"what are you so afraid of?" you ask him softly, begging him with your mind for him to look at you.

but he doesn't, his eyes stayed trained on the ground and he can only weakly squeeze your hand that holds onto his own.

"i don't know."

•°. *࿐

tell me, why i don't play about you

every song is about you

haechan finally has a short break in between the legs of his tour and he chooses to spend every waking moment of it with you.

things between the two of you have felt rocky for a while. it makes haechan ashamed to say it, but he's been so focused on tour and his new album that he's pushed everything else to the side. he's a perfectionist and he feels like he's barely made it — he wants everything to work out perfectly and is committed to making sure that happens. he's not sure how long he's been brushing off anything non-career related, but he misses you — even if you're with him.

he flys the two of you out to a small, quaint place in kyoto where he finally gets to enjoy some peace and quiet in his life. he chooses to turn off his phone, not too keen with the idea of his manager berating him about all his responsibilities he'll have to tend to when he gets back. he's on vacation and he's here with you: the one person who's been with him through every up and down.

you're laying in his arms and haechan misses you to the point where it hurts — when was the last time he laid with you like this? the revelation urges him to pull you closer, placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head as you lay on his chest. he sighs into your hair, breathing all of you in. it's silent, for the most part, until you ask a question that rattles haechan's being.

"why do you not sing about me?" you ask it so softly that haechan almost misses it.

"what? what are you talking about?" he's genuinely confused as to what you mean. who do you think he sings about?

"i know a handful of your old old songs are about me, but you don't perform those anymore," you murmur into his chest. "ah, don't mind me, i'm just talking."

you sound embarrassed and defeated and haechan wants to cry. did you really not know? how long has he been pushing you away?

"y/n, every single song i write is about you," haechan professes. "i couldn't write about anyone else if i tried."

his words shock you, even if they shouldn't. you tilt your head up to look up at him and he looks down at you with the softest gaze.

"not that i ever would, anyway," he continues, a sad smile painting his face.

"you mean it?" you whisper to him, wanting so badly to believe him.

when haechan's resolve breaks and his eyes glaze over, you know he means it. his hold on you tightens with one hand and the other comes up to caress your cheek, swiping a tear you didn't even know had fallen.

"of course," he croaks. "you're my muse, y/n. you."

this time, you're wiping his tears away as he cries and cries into your palms. you shift the two of you so that he lies in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face buried into your torso, your hands running through his hair. he's apologizing over and over and doesn't say why, but you know why. you regret ever doubting haechan's love for you — even if he was to blame.

but, just as you're certain you love him more than anything, you know that haechan loves you back all the same.

"it's always been you, y/n."

•°. *࿐

and everybody’s shouting out your name

“you look too handsome to be pouting like that, you know,” you tease lightly, approaching haechan to adjust his tie fondly.

he can’t help but smile at you as you do so, his hands easily finding their place around your waist, tugging you close. “if you tell me to stay, i will.”

you sigh and place your hands upon his chest, allowing you to push yourself up to place a soft kiss on his lips. his lips trail after yours once you pull away and he pouts at you again, eyes begging for another kiss but you push him back ever so slightly.

“you can’t miss this, hyuck, you know that. this could be really big for you!” you beam, swiping a bit of your lip gloss off of his lips. “some important people might be there.”

“but you won’t be there,” he whines. “what’s the point?”

you roll your eyes playfully. “you’ll be fine. now go, your manager has been waiting.” haechan sighs and leans down to place one more kiss on your lips.

you pull away before he can get carried away. “go! and put a good word in for me with taeyong, yeah?”

haechan rolls his eyes but smiles at you, pecking you on the cheek as he bids you farewell. “no promises.”

ੈ♡˳

it’s barely been over an hour and haechan wants to leave.

normally he’s able to tolerate these sorts of things — the bright lights, loud music, snobby people all trying to one up each other. he can get by and chat with anyone as if he’s known them for years. typically, events like these breeze by for haechan. why was he hating every second of it?

it’s lee taeyong’s end of year celebration party. of course, as his junior, haechan was invited. he’s grateful that he’s made friends with lots of other artists under his company, otherwise haechan would have been long gone within the first 45 minutes of arriving. but, haechan stays, mostly because he admires taeyong and does, in fact, bring up you and your songs — which, to his surprise, taeyong says he knows you and enjoys your music.

haechan isn’t given the chance to talk more, unfortunately, due to an excited kim jungwoo who locks an arm around haechan’s shoulder and drags him away.

“ow — hyung! i was in the middle of a conversation!” haechan grits to jungwoo, lightly shoving his arm off of him.

“my bad, it looked like you needed saving,” jungwoo chuckles. “come on, everyone’s been looking for you.”

jungwoo leads haechan to a small circle of people to which haechan knows as his small circle of friends: mark, his company's beloved canadian rapper; johnny suh, one of seoul's most popular djs; and of course there's kim jungwoo, kim doyoung, and jeong jaehyun who make up dojaejung, korea's heartthrob boy group.

"yo, where have you been?" mark greets him excitedly, lightly slapping him on the shoulder playfully.

"what do you mean 'where have i been', i saw you yesterday, mark," haechan grumbles.

"woah, someone needs a drink," johnny chuckles. doyoung is quick to hand haechan a glass of champagne.

haechan takes a large gulp, hopefully to ease whatever tension he feels in his shoulders. he's trying to enjoy the party, he really is, but all he wants to do is come home to you.

"everything okay?" doyoung asks him, concerned with the way haechan seems to be downing his drink.

the younger boy sighs. "yeah, i'm fine, sorry. just stressed out."

"oh, your album is coming out soon, right?" jungwoo remembers, nudging haechan with his elbow. "congratulations!"

the rest of the boys congratulate him and haechan can only half-heartedly reply despite being very grateful.

"i'm sure it'll be great," johnny reassures him.

"saw a lot of love songs on that track list," jungwoo teases. "got a special someone?"

haechan stills at his words and he's caught in an argument with himself. does he mention you? does he say no? is this how he wants people to find out you’re together? before he can even reply, though, jaehyun cuts in.

"speaking of, i heard that kim minjeong has had her eye on you for a while, haechan," jaehyun says. he raises his eyebrows at the younger boy and haechan gulps, the rest of his friends nudging him playfully as they coo at him.

"that's the model, right? and singer?" doyoung asks. "you should talk to her!"

haechan feels like he's going to be sick. maybe he's being dramatic — its not like they're shoving him into minjeong's face and asking him to profess his love. still, he feels like he's betraying you in some way and he realizes he has to go home.

"i can talk you up, probably," mark says. "we're normally at the studio at the same time."

“i heard that shin ryujin has been talking about you, too,” johnny pipes in. “honestly, who hasn’t been talking about you? i’m surprised you’ve done nothing about it.”

doyoung hums. “she seems like your type, donghyuck! i know some people over at —“

"no! no, don't — " haechan places his champagne glass onto a nearby table abruptly and sighs shakily. "just...don't. sorry, i-i don't feel well. i should go."

confused and concerned eyes watch haechan as he rushes towards the nearest exit. he doesn't bother saying goodbye to taeyong, but makes a mental note to send him an apologetic note tomorrow. haechan sees kim minjeong catch sight of him, and he's sure she's about to make an attempt to stop him to chat with the way she looks at him with a flirty gaze. haechan is quick to turn in the opposite direction and flees out of the nearest door.

haechan's manager comes out soon behind him, frenzied after trying to catch up to a frantic haechan. he doesn't get the chance to ask the latter if he's okay, too occupied with calling their driver upon haechan's request.

"home," he chokes out. he's out of breath and he feels dizzy — whether its from the champagne or from guilt, he's unsure.

"i want to go home."

•°. *࿐

i'm in the crowd, can you see my hand?

haechan has reached the encore of his final show of his tour, yet he still feels a pressure that he cannot explain.

its not from all of his seniors and friends that attended in support of him, he knows that. it's not from the different producers and music artists that flew to seoul for him, either. its a pressure that weighs on his chest that has made him feel unsatisfied with each stage, despite putting 150% effort in everything.

the crowd is going crazy for him after he delivers his final ment, and he takes a moment to soak in it all, in hopes it would give him some peace of mind.

then, his eyes finally spot you.

you, in the back row of some random section, sitting with your manager, with a banner with his name on it and a headband with bear ears perched on top of your head. he doesn't know if you can tell that he's staring right at you, but you start waving around the banner with excitement. haechan can't help but adore you even more than he already does.

time stops for him as he realizes that you're here. through thick and thin you've always been there — what has haechan ever done for you? he hasn't given you even a sliver of what you deserve, yet you've never left him. you stayed when he was a nobody, and even now when he's been terribly selfish, you let him be.

there are thousands of other hands waving at him, but haechan can only see yours.

"actually," haechan starts, quickly silencing the crowd. "there's one more thing i wanted to say."

from your seat, you feel your heartbeat quicken. haechan is still standing and looking into your direction and you know he sees you.

"there's someone very special to me that's here tonight."

your heart stops as you realize what he's doing and you can't help but glance at your manager in a panic. fans around you are murmuring in confusion since haechan had already given a shoutout to his guests.

"they've been by my side since i was writing silly love songs in my childhood bedroom," haechan says, a fond smile taking over his features. "i wrote those love songs about them then, and i still write every love song about them now."

the gasps and shocked noises at his confession fall upon deaf ears — to you, you and haechan are the only two people in the world.

"some of you may know her — she's an amazing music artist as well. far better than me, in my opinion, but maybe i'm a bit biased." haechan sees you laugh and can't help but chuckle too.

"my girlfriend, y/n, is here tonight, and i couldn't be more grateful. wave, y/n!" haechan calls out to you. surprisingly, the camera cuts to you as you wave shyly, hiding behind your haechan banner. even more surprising, the crowd cheers loudly for you.

"isn't she cute?" haechan asks. he's delighted when he sees and hears the rest of the stadium agree.

haechan finally feels that weight lift from off of his chest and he feels like he can breathe. he's happy — ecstatic, even — now that the world finally knows he's yours.

"y/n, you once asked me what i was afraid of, and i said i didn't know," haechan recalls gently. "but i know now." he purses his lips to prevent himself from choking up.

"you've always been so supportive of everything i've done. you've done so much for me and i'm not sure how i could ever repay you." haechan sucks in a sharp breath. "i'm afraid that i'll never truly deserve you."

the crowd coos and some fans in front of you turn around to look at you. you're a mess: tears are streaming down your face, and your hands are shaking. you hide pathetically behind your banner again as your manager wraps a comforting arm around your shoulder.

"i'm sorry for making you wait." haechan puts a hand over his heart, and you do the same. "i love you."

the camera cuts to you again and haechan glances at the monitor to get a better look at you as you mouth something back. haechan doesn't even attempt to conceal his smile or to hold back his tears. there's no use.

"i love you, too."

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say what you want, this is true romance

“did you really have to mention that, hyuck?”

your boyfriend settles next to you on the couch, arm draping over your shoulder, as you scroll through his recent interview with vogue korea.

you pout at him and he's unable to stop the smile that takes over his face. he pinches your cheek and you quickly swat his hand away.

"what? what did i say?" he rests his chin on your shoulder to read the article for himself.

"i mean, does the public really have to know about me crying on our first date?" you complained. you continued scrolling and laughed as you read. "in what context would you ever have to tell vogue about our matching crayon shin-chan pajama pants?"

haechan laughs and presses a kiss to your shoulder. "honestly, i don't remember half of what i said during this interview. or any of what they asked me." he tugs you a little closer to him so that you're leaning against him, laying the two of you down. "all i know is that i'm pretty sure i started talking about you so much that they just called it a day."

"you're that obsessed with me, huh?" you teased.

haechan scoffs, wrapping both of his arms around you tightly. "obviously."

he watches you open instagram and sees you check the likes on your new post. he gasps dramatically, loosening one arm around you to snatch his phone from his pocket. "you posted?! where was my post notification?" he whines cutely.

he's a little too quick to find your account and he then quadruple clicks the picture to give it a like. "babe, why are your comments off? i was about to get really out of pocket," haechan whines again.

"okay, first, don't do that, please. save some of your dignity," you scold him. "but its because people are mean," you admit softly.

haechan's eyebrows furrow together and his tone stiffens. "who? what did they say?"

you sigh. "no one specific, don't worry. some people are just not too keen about us. your predictions were right, i guess," you attempt to joke, but it only makes haechan upset.

"here, come here," haechan beckons you up with him as he sits up. you're still under one of his arms, which he locks around your neck as he tugs you into his side. you're caught off guard, but lean into him anyway, arms wrapped around his torso. haechan lifts his phone up and takes selfies of the two of you, cheeks pressed together as you both smile uncontrollably.

you're both giggling like two high schoolers fresh into a relationship and you've never felt more happy and in love in your life. haechan presses wet kisses against your cheek before you eventually push his face away. still, he steals one more kiss from you — this time on your lips — and you let him.

"okay, i'm posting all of these," haechan declares casually, leaning back against the couch.

your eyes widen and you reach for his phone in an attempt to stop him, but haechan has already dodged you and raised his hand up. "hyuck, don't."

"why not? i'm in love with you, people just have to deal with it," he shrugs. "anyone who has a problem with us can get blocked."

you fall onto haechan's chest and he gladly wraps you up in his arms again. "you're stupid, but i love you."

"good, because i just posted it."

you peer up at haechan's phone and you see that he was true to his word. all of the selfies you just took piled into one singular post to which haechan captioned 'my heart'. you watch as he scrolls through the comments and blocks anyone with anything bad to say.

"wow, you weren't kidding," you say, amused.

"'course not. these people need to learn true romance." he leans down to kiss you one more time, this time letting the kiss linger. he pulls away but rests his forehead against yours, staring at you with eyes full of love. "i love you, too, by the way."

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haechan is popular — without a doubt, he's one of the most sought after guys in the industry. he's confident, charismatic, and he's bright. he's everyone's dream guy, it's no secret.

but, above all, he's yours, and you're his as well. he has devoted his heart and life to you and its not a secret to anyone anymore.

this time around, haechan wraps you up in his scarf to protect you from the cold before the two of you leave.

"i already have a scarf on, hyuck, just keep yours," you mumble from underneath the thick fabric.

haechan doesn't hear you (not just because he literally can't) because he's too focused on zipping up your jacket and tugging your beanie over your ears.

"okay," he says as he intertwines a hand in yours. he clutches the bouquet you made for him proudly in his other arm while he carries your bag and his own over his shoulder. "let's go home!"

its bittersweet as you realize how familiar yet different the situation is. you clutch haechan's hand tighter as he tugs you towards the backstage exit door, outside where the press and his fans are waiting.

he doesn't hide you anymore. no, instead haechan shows you off proudly and wholeheartedly as if it was what he was meant to do.

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What we have is worth fighting for (Lance Stroll)

Lance's lifestyle seems so different to your own that your mind has no other place to go other than doubt

Note: english is not my first language. Here's some Lance for you. And also a topic that whenever I have way too much time, I sometimes think about and I have yet to reach a proper conclusion. Do I like how this turned out? I'm not sure

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: reader has worries and negative thoughts that could be associated with anxiousness

"Do you have time to go to my place for a bit? I know you have an early morning tomorrow.", Lance pointed out despite wanting to enjoy your company for a little longer. Looking at your wristwatch, you debated it, figuring that, realistically, another night where you slept a little bit less was not going to make a difference considering you hadn't slept the recommended amount of hours since you were a teenager, "I have time", you smiled, allowing Lance to open the door on the passengers' side of his car so you could get in.

It was not the first time you had been in his car on your way to his place. From the beggining, you understood that while Lance had a very public job, he preferred to keep the other parts of his life on the private side, hence the fact that you had kept your dates as private as possible, in smaller places in town that you knew of and between your flat and his place. You sat in his big sofa after leaving your shoes at the door, making yourself as comfortable as you could while he went to the laundry room, mentioning something about a blanket he had spilled some tea on.

"The stain is cleaned, so, there you go", Lance announced, arriving with the soft material in his arm and giving it to you, "do you want some tea? I think I found the one we had at your place last week", he offered, accepting your nod, "yes, please", and heading for his kitchen.

Looking around, you couldn't help the curiosity that came over you as you looked at all the picture frames while laying the blanket on top of your legs. Some family holidays, you presumed, with Lance and his sister playing in snow in some pictures, but also some with a beautiful beach in the background. The pictures with a city background made it harder for you to guess where it was, some aspects allowing you to distinguish between probable different continents given the architectural design of the buildings, but still not enough to list all of them. "Don't look to close or you might start loosing interest", Lance startled you as he walked with two steaming mugs, setting them on the coasters on the coffee table in front of you.

Blushing for being caught, you thanked him and held the mug between your hands, taking a sip from it as you expected him to pick up on any subject we'd want to talk about. Lately, every day you had spent some time with Lance, it usually ended up in either of your places, just talking while having some form of snack or drinks. He was definitely not who you expected to click with, much less with how quick it happened. You felt yourself roll your eyes everytime you thought about it, but he was the picture you imagined whenever someone questioned you about the qualities in the partner you were looking for.

"I think it's time for me to go home", you admitted reluctantly, realising that if you didn't, you would suffer the consequences while you were attending lectures, "let me take you then", Lance smiled, patting his thighs and getting up while you folded the blanket. "No, no need, I can just call an Uber, I-", you were interrupted by Lance, "Nonsense, I suggested we come here, and I have the time, I'll do it", he noted, grabbing his car keys once he put his shoes on and leading the way.

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"Hey, are you having a good day? I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time", Lance asked over the phone, the sound of the blinker allowing you to presume he was driving, "hello! I've had a full day, I'm leaving the library now - thank you, see you tomorrow -, sorry, I was just talking to the desk lady, but yes, it's been work heavy, but I got all of it done", you smiled and sighed, the tiredness overcoming your body as you walked down the stairs.

"That's good, Y/N, that's amazing!", he reinforced, "how would you feel about having something to eat together? I know you probably don't want to go anywhere, so how about I get us some take away and I meet you at your place?", he offered, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Given your busy schedule and how tired you got when it all piled up, it was not easy for some of your friends to understand that you preferred to stay in instead of going out.

"That's a nice plan. I'm going home now, so I'll meet you there? I just have to change out of these clothes so I look a little bit more presentable", you chuckled, "I'm sure you look the prettiest", he urged over the phone, "I'm going to call and make the order and then I'll let you know when I'm heading to your place", he finished, bidding goodbye to eachother as you walked home.

Walking inside your small flat, you thanked your past self for having taken care of cleaning it during the weekend, only having to put away some textbooks and some folders so the papers wouldn't be floating around the living room. It didn't take long before Lance texted you saying he already had the food with him and that he was making his way to your place.

You were setting the table when you heard the knock on the door, looking around and checking if anything else was misplaced before opening the door, "hey! Come in", you urged him, seeing Lance carrying two bags of food, "can you bring those to the table, please? I'll just leave my shoes and coat here", he smiled charmingly, doing so while you carried the bags to the table, wondering what he could've possibly bought that was so heavy.

"I'm here!", Lance approached you, kissing your cheek and showing you a small bunch of flowers, "the shop by the restaurant only had these left, they were just about to close and the lady made them look as pretty as possible", be smiled, handing you the nice smelling flowers, "Oh, I wasn't expecting these, thank you!", you smiled, kissing his cheek and he took the opportunity to squeeze you into a hug, "it's alright", he forwarded, "Shall we eat though? I'm quite hungry, and I bet you are too, so I got a little portion of a few things from this italian that is really really good. I went there with my sister when she and her husband visited and they loved it, too!", he said as he took the take out boxes from the paper bags.

Despite there being a lot of different starters and main dishes, they had been perfectly portioned so they would satisfy both of you and not leave any leftovers, "Oh, try this! It's incredible", you mentioned, swirling your fork so you could gather the pasta and forming a shell with your hand so the sauce wouldn't drip and you could give it to Lance, not even thinking about how the gesture would be perceived. Quickly, Lance ate the forkful and groaned, not seeming to have minded it, "it tastes amazing! But is is better than this one?", he quirked, doing the same wirh his fork and feeding you a ravioli, smiling when he noticed your puffed out cheeks blowing air so it wouldn't be as hot.

Like usual, conversation flowed easily and you had a great night, ending up sitting together on your sofa and had slowly inched closer to one another, "today really tired you out, hm? Do you want me to leave?", Lance said, noticing you were nearly falling asleep on his shoulder, "no, don't leave", you quickly replied, "but yes, I had a lot to get through", you noted, feeling his head turn to look at you, "what tasks did you so then? Is it that research project?", he curiously asked. Looking back up at him, you listed all the things you had done, "we got to the next phase already, so that's been good, but also more work. Then some spreadsheets where I almost lost my mind, but some video on YouTube explained it, so that was sorted", you said, "and that was it. I know it sounds like I didn't do much, but it did consume some energy", you blushed, "Why would you say that? You are in front of all these projects and making sure things are running smoothly. That's not an easy job, you should be proud of yourself, like I am", he tempted. It wasn't the first time he had said something like that, and he hoped you were starting to catch up on his intentions. It was hard to deny the attraction he felt for you, but also how you just clicked. Lance hadn't felt like that about someone in a really long time, where he thought that someone could be it in the long run. While he didn't want to come on too strong or feel like he was on a clock, he also wanted to make sure you knew where he stood when it came to you.

"You are?", you questioned, maybe a bit too strong for the average person's liking, but it was not a word you heard everyday, much less a feeling you knew people had for you. "Yes, I'm very proud of you. Of what you're doing and how you're doing it", Lance looked straight into your eyes, "I'm also growing very fond of you. I really like you, Y/N", he gazed between your lips and your eyes.

"I really like you too, Lance", you whispered, afraid to disturb if you spoke to loud you'd ruin the moment, pushing your face closer to his so you could show him that if he wanted to, you were all in as well.

The Canadian driver took this opportunity to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb on your clean cheek before he pressed his lips to yours, lips moudling perfectly with one another. Smiling within the kiss, you wetr the first to break it off for air, looking up at him, "seems we're on the same page then".

You spent the rest of the night basking in eachothers affection, feeling brave enough to do so now that you both knew how the other felt and enjoying how it made you feel until Lance had to leave, "tomorrow has an early start for me, so I better get going", he groaned, getting up from the sofa and holding his hand out, making you attach your hand to his. Thinking he was just helping you up, you were surprised when he pushed you up with enough strength to face his, chest to chest so he could kiss your forehead, "C'mon, I want to help you tidy the kitchen before I leave", he smiled, guiding you both to the room in question so you could do so.

Lance had already left with a kiss of goodnight and a promise he would text you when he got gome, leaving you to close the apartment and also get ready for bed. Walking out of the kitchen, you noticed that you had left one of the paper bags on the floor, grabbing it so you could fold it for another time when you heard some wrinkling. Inside, the noise belonged to the receipt of the order, and you grabbed it mindlessly and a little curious. The food was great, you recognised, but the price Lance paid for a middle of the week take away was out of whatever you could have imagined. He insisted he wanted to pay for it all, despite you saying that you should at least pay your half, and now you couldn't help but think how normal and fine it had been for him to just swipe his card and pay for it. Probably like the no big deal that it was for him.

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Lance was away for a race weekend, and despite the busy schedule, he still found time to videocall you, always looking forward to hearing how your day went and what you had been up to, "we just started on the data collection, and it's going really well. It's not some groundbreaking thing right now, but it's going somewhere, I can feel it", you smiled, "and you? The car seemed good today", you asked him, seeing his smile that went immediately to your stomach, butterflies erupting into a dance.

"Yes, it was incredible! It finally feels like we have a car that can takes us to the podium of the championship, you know? It's a pleasure to drive and the track is awesome!", he beamed, "I just wish you were here with me to experience it all, the city's really cool too", he offered, listing a few activities he had done and places he had seen.

There was another thing that got your mind spinning. As much as you didn't like to admit it, those thoughts had been plaguing your mind for a few days now. If there was some scale to assess it, you're Lance's lifestyle and your own would be pretty far from eachothers. He spent the better part of his year travelling around the world, staying in the most luxurious hotels and enjoying the most incredible experiences. On your end, you were lucky if you got enough time to take some time off and away from all the work. If this was to go further, your schedule and your lifestyle wouldn't allow you to be the partner that travels to nearly all the races or the one that is seen strutting around the paddock in the most lavish outfits. Would that be an obstacle in the relationship you were building with Lance? Should you start backing out now?

"Hey, Y/N?", he called, "is everything okay? I think I lost you there for a bit", he smiled, teasing you even though there was also a slight concern, "are you too tired? I probably shouldn't have called so late, right?", he forwarded. Despite not wanting him to feel guilty about it, you took the opportunity since your mind wasn't settling, "don't feel guilty, Lance. I haven't been sleeping well these past few nights and it's catching up on me", you half lied, "but I think I might have an early night today, see if sleep comes around", you smiled genuinely at the screen as you saw his features soften, "alright, sweetheart. Have a good sleep", he softly said, blowing you a kiss while you did the same, dialing off the call and pressing the phone to your chest.

Would this feeling on your chest ever settle down? Would your mind stop racing about thoughts about why you'd never fit in Lance's life? The worry grew even bigger, considering you were probably not going to fall asleep for a while.

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Sitting at Lance's dining table after spending the entire afternoon with him, you tried your best to mask the thoughts that had been plaguing you and that you hadn't managed to shut off. But apparently, not with enough skill, "there's something worrying you, I can tell that much", he noted, "is it something I can help you with? Also totally okay if you don't want to talk about it, but I don't like seeing you so stressed", he launched his hand so it would land on top of yours, softly caressing the skin.

"Can I be really honest with you about what has been bothering me?", you asked, already knowing this would be an important conversation and no matter where it ended up going, it needed to happen sooner rather than later, "sure, Y/N, absolutely", he assured, growing a little bit more concerned at your tone.

"I don't fit in this, Lance", you began, gesturing your hands around, "your world is so different than mine in so many ways, I could never fit in it", you gulped, "you were just saying earlier this afternoon that maybe it was time for us to take the next step, and I don't know if I can", you stopped to gather your thoughts.

"It's okay if you're not ready, I'll wait. And I didn't want to pressure you, I'm sorry if it felt like that", Lance was quick to say, an expression of guilt somehow in his features.

"No, it's not because I don't have feelings for you, because they're here, they're very much here!", you chuckled nervously, "I just don't think I fit in your life like it was supposed to be, like it's expected", you mumbled the last part, forcing yourself to look at him. It pained you as well, because the look on his face was also painful. He wasn't expecting you to feel like this, so much so that there was little to ask but "did I do something to make you feel like that?", still not sure if it was what he wanted to ask.

"No, it's just that our worlds are different. You paid the equivalent of my university monthly tuition for a dinner that was lovely, but still! That's how different we are, we don't align", you gestured, "I could never be the partner you need. My schedule could never be the same if you wanted me to be at races, because I can't be travelling here and there every weekend. And I'm not someone who attends galas and fancy dinners", you hiccuped, the pressure on your throat building up. Even though you had this perspective, it didn't mean that your feelings were on the same page as it.

"And don't take this the wrong way. I have loved every moment we've spent together, and everything you've done for me. And I'm not blaminh you. Your parents did everything they could for your best, and that's not a bad thing. Don't think I'm pointing fingers because I'm not, it's a privilege you have and it is no one's business, much less my business either. But I don't have it", you let out a shuddered breath.

Lance was at a loss for words, gathering his thoughts before he said something that might come out the wrong way, "and is that something that is a deal breaker?", he asked, "Isn't it? I'm not the person people like you go after. Take a look at everyone on the paddock. All the wives and girlfriends are the opposite of me. Anyone you're supposed to be seen with, to have some sort of a relationship with, they're not me, they're not what you think whenever you imagine someone who relates to you in some way", you gulped again, the tears now clouding you eyes.

"You see, Y/N, it's because of those things that I know we have something good. I don't give a care about what other people think who I should have a relationship with. I never wanted someone according to whatever standard, much less after I met you", he smiled, "you are a breath of fresh air in my life, and I needed that so blady. You showed me that there's so much more to love. You have listened to me, you've been there for the highs and the lows, you've allowed me inside your life and showed me the force of nature that you are", he tempted your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, "yes, all of those scenarios are frequent in my life, and I understand that I'm not around as much as other partners, but it will be my biggest mistake if I let you go without a fight, without showing you that what we have is too good to go", he urged you to look at him, lowering his head so he could catch your eyes and bring your eyelines up a little.

"You know, I texted you during the breaks between free practices and my mother commented that she finally found out why I was so happy, all because I was smiling at the picture you sent me from the library", he smiled, blush covering his cheeks, "and, while we are on this, I'm not going to pretend that I don't have the money, because I have. And I don't pay for things to show it off, I do it because I can and it allows me to show people that I care about them", he explained, "if I ever made you feel uncomfortable because of it, it wasn't intentional. I don't need big plans to feel good with you. I'm happy just sitting next to you on the sofa while we watch some TV or while you read some books", he shrugged, "I'm not even a fan of those big events myself, so I wouldn't want you to be one.

"All I know is that I think we're good together, and I want this to work so bad. I want to be with you if you'll allow me", he squeezed your hand, "or, at least, allow me to show you that what we have is good and that it is worth fighting for", he finished.

You felt somewhat guilty for how you felt about it, even though you also knew you weren't being unreasonable, "I'm sorry, but it was eating me away and, yeah, I didn't know how to go about it", you gestured between your bodies, seeing Lance open his arms so you could sit in his lap, "it's okay, I'm glad we talked about it and everything is clarified. We can always talk about these things, I'm very happy that we did. Even though I'm a little saddened that you think so low of yourself, Y/N", he flicked your hair behind your ear, "you're so amazing, you don't even know it. Your passion about your work, the way you love other people, the way you care about them. All of your concerns that you're not like the others? It's what makes me love you even more, what makes me want this, us, to be it", he smiled, kissing your nose when he saw your smile, moving to kiss your lips multiple times, "now, I've admitted verbally that I love you two times, and I'm yet to know how this goes", he teased.

Smiling again, you craddled Lance's face in your hands, "In case I wasn't clear, I love you too", you giggled, "Good. That's good. I will make it my mission to make sure you know it everyday, but until then, I will enjoy having my girlfriend in my arms", he mumbled, pulling you closer to him, "it's a good thing we are both homebodies then".

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Hello ma'am. Glad you had fun at aew. I have an idea if you don't mind. So I was thinking like Jack has Anna attack Hooks y/n and she is sent home to recover. Hook spends time with her at home. Yn wants to take this opportunity to have some "alone" time with Hook. But everytime she initiates anything he shuts it down.

She starts to have doubts about herself or if he is stepping out on her. She confronts him about it and explains that he feels bad for allowing her to get in the middle of his feud with Jack. And ya know they work it out and then smut. 😈

I was originally going to add it to the ones I did but you are queen of the fics and I was hoping to see what you do with it. ❤️

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He felt like he failed at the most important thing that he ever tries to do. Protecting you.

Even though you were as tough as they come and had the outstanding ability to hold your own against whoever challenged you, he still watched your every move with intensive care, waiting for the moment when you’d need him as your backup.

But when the moment came, he couldn’t get to you in time.

He can’t stop replaying the scene in his head. Botched moves happen all the time but not like what happened almost a week ago.

The two of you were being ambushed by Jack and Anna. It was all planned, but the outcome certainly wasn’t.

Jack threw Hook over the ropes, landing him on his spine against the side of the ring. You and Anna’s brawl had made it to the turnbuckles in the corner of the ring. She picked you up and hoisted you on the top one. The intention was for you to bring her up and sell a risky move from the top turnbuckle that, in a perfect world, would’ve been similar to your partner’s signature suplex.

All Hook remembers is hearing the crowd simultaneously gasp before Anna shouted out, “Get the medics, now!”

He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget that feeling in the pit of his stomach. A nauseating, gut wrenching coil that made him woozy as he ran to where you were limply laying on the outside of the ring.

Everyone broke character that night and nobody cared. There was blood pooling on the mat and Hook was quick to snatch his wrist tape off and hold it to the laceration on the side of your forehead, attempting to slow it down while the medics took what felt like forever to get to you.

You were dazed and couldn’t move. There was a sharp, stabbing pain shooting through your ribs, nearly paralyzing you when he attempted to roll you onto your back.

You let out a pained cry and it breaks his heart every time that sound decides to haunt him. Jack was standing behind him with Anna, both of them frantically scanning the entrance for the medics.

“YN” He cradles your face, “YN, hey! Stay with me! Don’t go to sleep, alright?”

Your eyes rolled back and he lost it. The cameras panned in on him, his voice overpowering the mixed reactions from thousands of fans when they realized this was not scripted at all.

“Jack, go get the fucking medics! Now! Go!” He demands, sending his opponent racing up the ramp.

“YN” he tries again, gently tapping your cheek. “Come on, YN! Keep your eyes open! Please, baby, keep them open for me!”

Anna reached down and held pressure to the deep wound, your blood staining her fingers and Hook’s entire palm and forearm. She kept looking back to the ramp waiting for Jack to bring out the medics and time was a crucial factor to the point that Hook took it upon himself to get you the help you needed.

“Keep her awake” he tells Anna before he sprints towards the stage. Within moments he was back with five medics and a gurney in tow.

He watched their every move carefully, his hand squeezing yours tightly as they strapped you down and rolled you back to the awaiting ambulance in the garage. He never left your side that night, and doesn’t plan to still.

You were granted time off to heal so he took the time off to be with you. Your fractured ribs, a concussion and stitches served as cruel reminders that he just couldn’t keep you as safe as he was supposed to.

It was unbearable for him to see every time you struggled to get out the bed. He felt his heart cracking down the center each time he had to watch you clutch your side in pure agony when the jolts of sharp pain shot through you.

He wasn’t sleeping, barely eating, just waiting on you hand and foot because to him, it was the least he could do. He was the reason you were injured in the first place. If it wasn’t for him, you would’ve never been involved in the feud between him and Jack.

You were feeling better, though. He just didn’t believe that. After a week and a half of him tending to your every need, all you wanted was to show him how thankful you were to him. But every time you tried, he would muster up some excuse as to why he doesn’t want to.

It was starting to get to you. The way he would retreat from your lips when you kissed down his neck. How he kept stopping your hand from slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. He never used to do that. Usually you could just give him a single look and he was taking you to the bedroom, but now you can’t even get him to kiss you fully.

It was late when you asked a question that had been sitting on the tip of your tongue. Side by side in bed, both barely watching what was playing on the tv. You both had a million thoughts swarming around in your scrambled minds, but for completely different reasons.

“Tyler” you whispered, your eyes falling to the sheets that covered you. He hummed in response, keeping his tired, low eyes on the screen.

“Are you cheating on me?”

His head snapped to you instantly, brows knitted tight under the disheveled hair over his forehead.

“Am I cheating on you?” He repeated as if he was taken back by the question.

“You haven’t wanted to touch me at all. You haven’t even been kissing me the same way since-“

“You’re injured.” His deep voice cuts you off. “And why would you ask me if I’m cheating on you? I’ve been here with you every single day since you got hurt.”

“Because you refuse to touch me!” You didn’t mean to get as loud as you did. “Like, I try to kiss your neck and you pull away from me. Every time I try to do anything you stop me! You never do that, so I can’t help but think that something’s going on-“

“A lot is going on, YN. But nothing like you’re thinking. I would never cheat on you, ever. I thought you knew that already.”

He looked hurt. Genuinely saddened by the fact that you felt this way and you actually had to ask him whether or not he remained loyal to you. That was never something he ever thought he would have to hear from you. He aims to make you feel like the only girl in the world every single day and now it’s just another thing that he evidently failed at doing.

He sighs as he drops his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Baby” he breathes out, “I can’t stand seeing you like this, especially knowing it’s all my fault.”

“Nothing was your fault.”

“It was all my fault!” He snaps with a sharp tone. “You wouldn’t have even been brought into this shit if it wasn’t for me.”

“It was an accident, Tyler.” You reached over and rested your hand on his arm, pleased when he didn’t pull away. “And if you remember correctly, we mutually agreed to do this storyline together as a tagteam. You act like you just drug me into it. You didn’t.”

You hoped you were reassuring him, but it was hard to tell. He glanced down at your hand and placed his over top of it, giving it a gentle squeeze before he sighed and dropped his head down again.

“I should’ve been paying attention.” He mutters. “I would’ve been there to break your fall when you slipped or-“

“It was not your fault, baby.” You tell him again. “It was a misstep on me, not you. These things happen all the time. It’s nobody’s fault, it’s just an accident.”

“That could’ve costed you your life.” He interrupts, his eyes widening as the different scenarios of what could have happened bombard him again. “You heard the doctor. You were lucky you didn’t break your neck the way you landed. That’s serious shit, YN!”

“I know it is, but that could literally happen to anyone at any given moment! You can’t beat yourself up because I made a mistake, Tyler. I’m okay. That’s all that matters.”

You slid your hand down his arm and caught his fingers, running your thumb over his calloused knuckles.

“Hey” you whispered, leaning over carefully, your lips lingering over his ear. “I love you, and I want to show you how thankful I am to have you. All the time, but especially during times like this. Please?”

“Your ribs are-“ but you cut him off when he turned his head, capturing his lips with your own.

“Please” you hummed against him, letting a slight moan slip out when he finally deepened the kiss. You felt him moving closer, sliding his hands underneath your hips to ease you down gently while he placed himself between your thighs.

But he hesitated as soon as he felt himself twitch beneath those sweatpants.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss to say, “YN, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t know how to-“

“Just be gentle and I’ll be perfectly fine.” You breathily whisper before you pull him back down to your lips, desperate for the closeness that’s been lacking since you got injured.

You didn’t know if he was capable of actually being gentle with you, until he proved it.

He tenderly caressed your thigh as he placed a few lingering kisses to your neck. He focused on that sweet spot that earned him a couple soft moans and hums of appreciation but he had to fight the urge to take things to another level like the two of you usually do.

It was a challenge for him to keep his composure after so long of fighting the temptations but he knew he had to be as easy with you as possible, and when you’re fully healed he can take all night with you until you can’t take it anymore.

For now, he just wanted to make you feel what you’d been missing. He wanted to make sure you had no questions about his love for you.

He leaned back and slowly slid your panties down to your ankles and tossed them aside before he slid his sweats down his thighs.

You were needily awaiting what you’d been craving, and he knew it.

He was cautious about bearing too much weight on top of you when he made his way back up to your lips. He kept himself held with his elbows while he cradled your face, slowly and languidly taking his sweet time exploring every inch of your mouth, savoring the flavor on the tip of his tongue.

“I love you, YN” he whispers against them before he pulls back slightly, his eyes strongly holding the contact with yours as if he’s trying to make sure you wholeheartedly believe that. “You’re my one and only. Right?”

You nodded, your heart swelling in your chest as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. He placed one more gentle kiss to your lips before he positioned himself at your entrance. He observed you intensely as he slowly pushed himself in, making absolute sure that you were okay.

Your eyes screwed shut at the feeling of him stretching you out, and he paused.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes” you moaned out, “keep going, please.”

He was hesitant, so he pushed in a little slower. He held himself still despite the fact that his body was pleading for him to do more.

You ran your fingers through his hair, giving the soft locks an encouraging tug.

“Ready?” He asks, struggling to fight the divine feeling of finally being buried inside you again.

“Yes, please” you begged, earning a single nod before he slowly pulls his hips back and to. Your eyes fluttered shut again, but he could tell it wasn’t from pain.

He watched your every reaction until he felt you clenching tighter around him, and he couldn’t help but to drop his head to your shoulder.

“You feel amazing, YN” he breathes against your neck, peppering loose kisses along the way. “So fucking perfect.”

You moaned back to the praises and the feeling of him hitting your sweet spot just right.

He rolled his hips in. The thrusts so slow and steady, yet so powerful at the same time. He was taking the time he needed to really find the rhythm, and knew he succeeded when you let a gasp fly past your lips and a series of louder moans following.

“Right there?” He breathily whispers as he rolls his hips in again. He felt your nails digging into his shoulders, your heart stammering against his chest gently pressed to yours.

“Yes” you croaked out, “Oh my God, Just like that, please.”

“Don’t have to beg me, baby. You know I’ll give you whatever you want.” He continues that same motion. Slow, steady, and strong.

His lips latched to the side of your neck, sucking a deep patch in its place as he reveled in the sound of your broken moans and sighs intermingling through the room.

He sped up slightly when he felt your walls clenching tighter around him, knowing by the way you were hugging him tight that you were getting close.

He pulled himself back up, his lips locking with yours in the midst of another broken moan you couldn’t contain. His hips stuttered once when your tongue roamed over his. If he was standing he would’ve been weak at the knees.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” He groans.

“I wanna keep doing it.” You say back, before your mouth drops when he gives one more forceful thrust. He watches, making sure that it wasn’t too much, but all you did was reassure him when you dug your nails deeper into his shoulders and your eyes begged him for more.

He obliged, snapping his hips in and out, but somehow just as gently as it was when the trusts were slow and smooth.

Your head pressed back into the pillows, eyes screwing shut when he hit your sweet spot with a stronger force. That’s what you’d been missing and he knew it.

He leans down, the ends of his hair tickling your skin as his lips hover over your ear.

“I gotta hold back right now, baby. But when you’re all better, I promise ima take my time making it up to you. However you want me to.”

He felt a warmth arising around him, matching the feeling in his stomach that was quickly spreading through his entire body.

He twitched again and gave two more strong snaps in as your nails accidentally drew half-moon traces of blood against his shoulder blades. He rode that high out with you, doing his best to prolong it for as long as he could.

You had a vice grip around him preventing him from pulling back when your orgasm hit and all he could do was let himself be completely submitted into that feeling that made his head spin.

One of his hands clutched the pillow while the other one tangled up in your hair as an abundance of low groans and the occasional curse word got lost somewhere against your shoulder.

He felt your heart hammering against his chest and you felt his skipping beats. Breathless and spent, he slowly pulled out of you when your walls finally released him, and lazily fell to your side, gently wrapping one arm around you.

“I love you.” You managed to say between deep, breathy sighs as you ran a hand through his slick hair. He nuzzled into your neck and placed a tender kiss over the discoloration he left moments prior, whispering against your skin, “I love you more.”

#hook aew #hook x reader #hook imagine #tyler senerchia #aew hook #hook #hook nation rise #send hook

[heartfullofleeches]

Tobi reads and writes majority of the Tobi/[Reader] tag on Ao3

Tobi writes a 50k, friends to lovers, soulmate au fic - in one afternoon. Blown off their ass when fans start making content of their own and sweats bullets when they make stories about their favorite camera person actually being the horrors the team were searching for as that definitely couldn't be farther from reality. Fires their computer a couple times when the smut fics start pouring in and shamefully prints them out to keep in a binder beneath their bed to prevent anymore malfunctions on the technological side as they short-circuit everytime they cross into that forbidden realm.

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Reader enters their shared office as Tobi steps out to grab more ink from the closet. They walk over to the printer as it shoots another page on the growing stack of paper. The poor machine had been jetting out what looked to be a full novel for God knows how long.

Reader calls out as they pick up the fresh sheet. "You almost done in here, Tobi? I need to print out that ritual to practice for tonight's stream...."

Reading to themselves, Reader mutters aloud as their eyes scan the words. "What's all this stuff about pegging?..."

Tobi instantly appears in the room, throwing both the printer and stack out into the trashcan before gently shoving their roommate out the door. More confused than ever before - Reader pulls out their phone as it chimes with a new message

Tobi <3 : Going to be a long night tonight - so I was looking for equipment to help set up a tent :) That is without a doubt what I was doing and I ask that you forget about this in exchange for me paying for dinner tonight :) Please. :):):):):):):):)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #Tobi mu oc #yandere blurb #yandere teratophilia

[aokoaoi]

𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ

pairings : big sister!shuri x fem!reader x big brother!t'challa

warnings : ooc characters(?).

authors note : this is not a ship fanfic. everything is completely platonic, just pure sibling relationship<3.

GROWING UP !

— you were only 2 years younger than shuri, so of course, it wasn't difficult for you two to get along.

— compared to your sister, you didn't have very strong ambitions. But even so, you were taught how to rule a nation by your mother when you were younger, and when you were prepared enough, she took you to train to be a Dora Milaje member.

— you were a fairly calm and obedient child back then, and even since you grew into a fine woman.

— you didn't have an interest in fighting whatsoever, but it did cross your mind that you'd end up needing the skills to fight. But you didn't complain and go against your mother.

— there weren't that much things that interested you as a kid. Your sister and brother often picked on you(playfully) for it.

— shuri even tried to get you to be interested in her ambitions, saying that it's 'fun' and 'an opportunity to learn something new'.

— you weren't adventurous, smart like shuri, nor would you be strong like t-challa. Sometimes, as you grew older, you think if you could've done something more than just train to be in an elite group. But despite those, something sparked inside you and motivated you to be the strongest amongst all the members of the Dora Milaje.

BONDING WITH SHURI !

some big brother t'challa scenes<3

— it's awfully loud when there's two of you in the same room. Like seriously, it's just filled with Shuri laughing at your jokes. Everyone sees you as 'the calmer one of the siblings' but boy.. when you're with those 'siblings' its like someone released a whole mammal out their cage.

— despite not understanding half she's saying, you still go visit shuri in her lab to keep her company. She's just yapping to you about what she's doing, while you just nodded, pretending like you understood what the hell she's saying.

•   "(name)? Are you listening or no?"

•   "I am. But I don't understand."

•   "It's fine, at least you're listening."

— whenever her brother is doing something, or is busy, you'd be the one training her some fighting abilities. You aren't as skilled like your brother, goodness no, he's the black panther for Pete's sake, but you are strong. Somewhat.

— shuri always supports and cheers for you whenever you're about to go to your training. Boy, the proudness she felt when she was told that you were slowly beginning to be more skilled the passing days. She's not lying, Okoye said it herself.

— tackles you in hugs almost everytime she's overly enthusiastic to see you.

•   "Stop that. You act like our rooms aren't next to eachother."

•   "I missed you!"

•   "we see eachother everyday!"

— okay but listen to this. The over protectiveness that randomly summoned inside her when she heard that you were getting marriage proposals.

"atrocious!" You and your mother deadpanned at her reaction, side eyeing eachother blankly. "(name), whatever you must do, do not even look at those proposals, okay?!"

— yeah it was a wild experience.

— besides that, shuri is a great sister. She loves you but literally acts like she's the youngest. Seriously, you mightve heard that she's older and you're younger, but when you see these two and know the personally, you'll end up doubting yourself.

— even your own brother said it himself.

•   "Shuri, stop clinging onto your sister like a wild monkey climbing up a tree."

•   "What?"

•   "brother said to stop climbing me like you're a monkey."

— ooh, have I mentioned that you're a great dancer? If not, you're a very great dancer! Dora Milaje members are probably all great dancers if you must say so yourself.

— growing up, shuri was probably your favorite person who ever walked the soil of earth. And then your brother follows right behind her, and then your parents, and then—

— when it's the three of you combined, it's like the whole definition of the word 'chaos'. In the end of the day, T'challa is tired as hell, Shuri went to drain more of her energy in her lab work, and you? Already fell asleep.

— despite being a whole menace the three of you were, mama Ramonda and papa T'chaka were proud of what you three have achieved.

i am very tired<\3 still figuring out my layouts for headcanon posts, so this one is kind of messy rnn. this is also my first time writing about sibling relationships, especially in readers pov so I'm sorry if it's cringey oml😭

#black panther wakanda forever #princess shuri #shuri udaku #shuri black panther #shuri x reader #—aoifics #shuri fluff #shuri #mcu shuri #black panther fanfiction #black panther shuri #black panther #t'challa #black panther t'challa #t'challa x reader #fanfic #reader insert #fanfiction #siblings #sibling relationship #sibling reader

[hotchsdimples]

hii, can i request something?:

reader has had an absent dad when she was younger so it basically has an influence on her ability to trust men and so everytime aaron does something for her out of love, she gets a bit overwhelmed and can’t believe this is what her life has turned out to be like.

i’m cravingggg some hurt/comfort lol

if you don’t want to write that, it’s totally okay! :)

thank you so much for your request!! i hope i did it justice. <3

Maybe I don't quite know what to say

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Words: 709

Loving Aaron and being loved by Aaron was the best thing to ever happen to her. It had taken her some time to get used to it at first, and there were still moments when she doubted herself and thoughts like ‘I don’t deserve this’ or ‘It’s too good to be true’ invaded her mind, but those have gotten less and less frequent. 

She had to learn how to trust him in the beginning. The fact that he was her unit chief had helped, but it still hadn’t been easy for her to just open up to him and do so comfortably. Not because she was afraid of his reactions and how he would perceive her, but because this was new territory to her. Growing up she hadn’t really known her father. Until she was 7 years old, she used to see him twice a month, until he had distanced himself and had grown fully absent from her life. Wanting to know nothing about her, not acknowledging her when they ran into each other in the grocery store. So, yeah. Trusting men outside of work, letting them in, she had to learn it first.

Aaron had been nothing but understanding when she had told him. He was always understanding. He was also protective of her, an anger running through him at her father for acting as if she wasn’t his daughter. She had told him multiple times that it was okay, that the sentiment wasn’t one-sided, but deep down he knew she was still hurting. 

They were away on a case in California when she emerged from the bathroom of their hotel room, finding Aaron sitting on the bed, a small box in his hand.

“I got something for you,“ he said, smiling widely at her as he stood up to meet her halfway.

She looked back at him, clearly surprised, and hesitantly reached for the box as he held it out for her. Opening the box, she found a golden necklace with a heart charm. Her eyes went wide, her mouth agape, as she looked up at him.

“Aaron,“ she breathed out.

“Flip it over,“ he gently instructed, keeping his eyes on her at all times.

She did as she was told and the back of the heart revealed to be engraved. In Aaron’s handwriting. ‘I am so proud of you. I love you endlessly.’

She couldn’t stop the tears that formed in her eyes. “Where did you- How- When-,“ she was clearly at a loss for words and he smiled at her softly.

“When Dave and I went to pick up our takeout we passed this store and I knew I wanted to get you this. May I?“ He gestured towards the necklace she hadn’t let go of and she handed it to him before she turned around and pulled her hair to the side.

When he was done, his hands found her shoulders and she turned immediately, wrapping her arms around him. “Thank you so much.“ Her voice was muffled by his chest, but he could still hear the way her voice cracked. In response, he held her even tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Anything for you, sweetheart. You know that.“

She nodded against him and he could feel the fresh set of tears against his shirt. It wasn’t unusual for her to shed some tears when he did something like this for her. Buying her jewelry, flowers or simply cuddling for hours and telling her over and over again how much he loved her. It was something she hadn’t experienced while growing up, so she appreciated it immensely. He knew it and it had him wanting even more to make sure she knew just how much he loved and appreciated her.

She pulled back from him slightly to cup his face in both of her hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you endlessly, too, honey,“ she sniffled.

“Come on, let’s get some sleep,“ Aaron took her hands in his, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then to her knuckles. She let him guide her towards the bed, laying down and wrapping her arms around him, her head resting on his chest as she contently fell asleep.

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch imagine #hotch #hurt/comfort #aaron hotchner fanfiction #he is the perfect boyfriend

[kennedyalike]

FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYTHING LEON RELATED

i’ve never had, thoughts that control me

Leon S. Kennedy x female!Reader

in short: you have a nightmare and leon is there to comfort you in his own ways

tags: smut, sex, sleepy sex, fingering, comforting, nightmares, rough sex,

word count : 3.0k

Living together with your boyfriend for almost two years was nice. Except for one fact. You were both government agents that had to do a lot of traumatizing missions. You have been on vacation for a couple months now since coming back from your latest mission that nearly killed you. You’re not sure when the nightmares and insomnia started hitting you, but it was horrible. The nightmares catched you mostly when you were sleeping alone, without Leon there you couldn’t sleep well. Everytime Leon went on a mission, you were left alone with your thoughts and nightmares for a while. You have been texting him about your nightmares and he promises you it’s going to be okay. You only hoped for his safe return, which was today. He arrived back home and you two were reunited after a while.

”I missed you s’much, Leon.” You let out with a shaky breath as you hug him tightly. Leons strong arms caress your back as he hugs you even tighter, pulling you closer to his strong body. ”I missed you too, baby.” His deep voice is like music to your ears and you never want to let him go again.You want to cling onto him and hug him forever, but today was pretty tiring for you both so you might as well do it in bed.

”Let’s get to bed, it’s late and I’m so fuckin’ tired.” His voice sounds almost annoyed as he suddenly picks you up and carries you to your shared bedroom. ”Mhm..” You think to yourself, doubting in your mind whether if everythings okay with him or not. But at last you just brush it off and hum in approval, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his forehead. He usually talks to you all night after a mission, just babbling because he knew you wanted to know everything. But tonight he was strangely quiet, which made you suspicious. Was something wrong? You think to yourself as he puts you down on the bed, leaves you there and walks himself to the bathroom next door.

You furrow your brows and sit up, looking at the closing door with a worried look on your face. ”He’s just tired.” You mumble as you convince yourself and shake your head. You stand up and walk to your closet to change clothes. You pick out a small tank top that you’ll probably take off later anyways and some panties that you hope Leon will take off later. You smile to yourself a bit but hurry into changing. It was nothing special and really, they were normal clothes since Leon knows you usually sleep with only panties on anyways.

To be honest, you were really tired too and mainly just wanted to get some much awaited sleep because the nightmares have been keeping you up the last few days. You sit on the bed and scroll on your phone for a second, waiting for Leon to come. Leon walks out of the bathroom, looking at the floor and walking to his side of the closet. He takes his shirt off and you can’t help but take a peek. His back muscles flex as he bends his arms over and throws the shirt he had on to the floor, next to the pile of other clothes to wash.

His back is turned on you so you can’t really see anything but you hear him then unbuckle his belt for a minute. Hmm. He can’t seem to open it. ”This stupid fuckin’ belt..” He mumbles angrily as he yanks it open and drops it to the floor, pulling his pants down and is left with only boxers on. ”Leon…is everything okay..?” You hesitantly ask as you stand up, making your way to him. He puts his pants into the closet and turns around, taking a look at you. Leon stares at your tits for a second until he glances away, never locking eyes with you. ”Mhm..just tired. Go to bed. I’ll get a glass of water.” He says as he walks out the door again, heading into the kitchen. As he leaves the room he turns the lights off.

You furrow your eyebrows even more in confusion. You stand there in the darkness for a second as you hear Leon already coming back. He’s just tired. You convince yourself again and relax your face. Leon walks past you and puts the glass of water on the nightstand next to your bed. Then he turns to you and suddenly grabs your waist firmly with both hands. ”What did I tell you?” He finally makes eye contact and he looks mad. His grip on your waist almost hurts.

”Leon..I-” Before you even get to say what you wanted, his strong arms aggresively push you onto the bed so you’re laying on your back. A small gasp leaves your mouth as your body hits the soft bed. His hands are still gripping your waist and he almost holds you down. What’s with him? He never was this aggressive with you…”I told you to go to bed.” Leon huffs as he lays down next to you, lifting his grip from you. You stay quiet and obedient for him. He settles down beside you, pulling the big blanket over the both of you, checking he’s got you covered as well. ”You warm?” He asks as he readjusts himself under the covers. You hum and nod in answer. ”G’night.” He mumbles and you expect him to hold you close like he usually does after you’ve been suffering from nightmares but he only turns his back on you and goes radio silent.

You’re lowkey left in shock as you stare at his turned back. It made you sad. Did he forget about the nightmares you’ve been having? Or was he just in a bad mood? Did something happen? Or perhaps you did something wrong and he’s mad at you? Whatever it is, you decide to not bother him right now since you’re both tired. You take off your tank top, leaving yourself just in your panties as you settle under the covers and close your eyes, drifting into sleep.

Your heavy breathing had woken Leon up from his sleep. He hadn’t been sleeping for long since it took him a couple hours to even fall asleep. He turned on his other side and looked at you, laying on your back. Leon lifted the blanket a little bit more so it would cover you properly. He was staring at your beautiful face for a while until you started heavy breathing again. He furrowed his brows and kept on looking at you. Were you seeing nightmares? He thought to himself.

”Mmhhm.” You groan as a troubled look comes over your face and you start panting quietly. You’re seeing the same nightmare all over again. The horrors of your last mission keep violating your mind as you shake awake and sit up suddenly. Your eyes are wet with tears and your breath is still sharp. ”You alright?” You hear a deep voice ask beside you. Oh..Leon is home, you had already forgotten. ”Oh Leon…” You mumble as tears start running down your face. You can’t help but to launch at him and straddle his lap, burying your face into his chest as you cry out loud. His skin is soft and your bare bodies are now colliding. The cool air is hitting your skin as your nipples harden against his chest. Your arms are clinging onto his shoulders as you keep sniffling and letting out breathy moans in between your cries.

”Stop crying…shhh.” Leon tries shushing you as you straddle his lap. Fuck. He can’t take it anymore with you trembling like this on his lap. He was aggressive today because he was so horny, he was longing for the feeling of being inside you, but he had to wait because you weren’t feeling good and he’s not an asshole. Precisely, he didn’t want to be an asshole and fuck you when you’ve been loosing sleep over nightmares. He was struggling so hard right now. You on his lap like this, almost completely naked was the worst scenario ever. He still hasn’t lifted his arms to hold you, because he knows if he touches you even slightly, he won’t be able to hold back.

”L-Leon…I know you’re not feeling well and I’m sorry if I did somethin’ wrong, but can you please hold me? Please..” You’re still crying as you get a little closer to him on his lap. Fuck. He knows you’re crying but why does your crying sound so hot. The way you’re straddling his lap, pleading for him to hold you. He can’t leave you like this, not when you asked him so nicely.

”Shh, baby. It’s alright don’t cry. I’m here.” He says as his strong, warm arms wrap around you and bring you closer to him. His left arm caresses around your waist and tilts to your ass. Of course he can’t keep his hands to himself. You don’t even notice his hand on your ass as you ache into him, sniffling. Words can’t describe how good his touch feels on your skin. You lift your head up and look at his face. He’s staring into your eyes and his right arm that was hooked around you, comes to wipe your tears away.

”It’s okay…You haven’t done anything wrong.” He convinces you as you sigh and rest your face on Leon’s big hand. Fuck. You’re just so fucking pretty like this. He knows it’s kind of wrong but he can’t help it. Your eyes are glistening and your lips are all red and puffy from crying. Your breathing is heavy and you’re making such sweet noises for him while literally sitting on his dick. Leon can feel himself getting hard in his boxers. He can’t hold it back. Would you mind it so much if he just fucked you right now?

You sniffle and try to hold back your tears, finally calming down a little bit, thanks to Leon. You lick your puffy red lips and try to gain control over your still panicked breath that forces you to breath loudly. Leon looks at your lips hungrily as he finally blurts out. ”If you keep making sounds like that, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.” He says as he readjusts his hand on your ass, giving it a small squeeze as he nudges your body closer. A small moan escapes your mouth as you feel his boner under you.

”Leonhh..” You gasp as his other hand also grips your ass and he forcefully grinds into your pussy a little bit, letting out a shaky breath. ”M’ sorry, dear but you’re naked infront of me, moaning on my lap and I haven’t fucked this pretty pussy of yours in weeks, how could I not?” He confesses as he presses your ass down on his extremely hard cock.

You suddenly forget all the sadness that you were feeling a moment ago. His cock grinding on your pussy feels so good you already feel your folds getting wetter by the second. You don’t say anything but just ache into his touch, grinding on his lap. ”Please, let me fuck you.” He requests as his hands grip your waist painfully again. You just nod to him as he turns you around, letting you down on the bed so that you’re laying on your back. He hovers on top of you and his hands are already gripping your tits as he hurries to brush his fingers over your nipples.

You had already forgotten how amazing his touch felt. You moaned at his touch and arched your back slightly. He brought his other hand up to your face and he grabbed it, pushing two digits into your mouth. ”Oh, fuck. Baby you’re so hot.” He sighs as your lips that are still red and puffy from crying wrap around his fingers and suck on them. Leon can’t wait anymore as his cock is now painfully hard. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and brings them down to between your thighs. His other hand grabs your waist and he leans in to kiss you.

Leon’s lips meeting yours roughly as his hand is busy massaging your thighs. He deepends the kiss and pushes his tongue slightly into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and arch your back even more. You can’t help but to clamp your thighs together, shying a little from his touch. He pulls back from the kiss and grabs your arms from around his waist, pulling them together and pinning them down above your head. ”Nuh-uh. None of that, got it?” He demands as he pushes your thighs apart.

”Please, Leon…” You plead to him while squirming a little, trying to clamp your thighs together again because you want him to touch you so bad. Your pussy is desperate for his touch and you chase after every little friction you could get. ”Please what? And didn’t I fuckin’ tell you? None of that.” He pushes your thighs apart again. ”Please, touch me.”

”Hah, touch you where?” He teases as he massages your inner thigh, so close but so far. You try to move your hand, to show him where but he is still pinning your arms above your head. ”Leon…” You desperately whine as you squirm under him, not able to move your hands. ”Can’t show me, you gon’ have to use your words, my dear.” He teases again as he pushed your arms down again. His erection is throbbing hard and honestly he just wants to fuck the shit out of you already but he loves teasing you.

”Hmm. Somebody’s awfully quiet..how about here?” Leon suggests as he brushes over your clothed clit and rubs it in circles, gaining a loud moan from you. You immedietly arch into him, wanting more friction. ”Yes, right there, Leon.” You continue moaning as he slowly pulls your panties down. ”Behave.” He orders and lets go of your arms. You are always so obedient and he loves it. Your arms grab his shoulders for support and he kissed you again.

His hand trails up your thigh after throwing your wet panties to the floor. As his hand finally reaches your wet pussy he breaks the kiss only to start kissing your neck hungrily. Leon pushes two fingers inside your aching hole, earning a desperate moan from you. His lips are kissing your neck roughly enough to create small hickeys. His kisses move down to your chest as his other arm massages your tits. He curls his fingers a little inside you as he reaches deeper. He brings his fingers back to your clit as he rubs it. You’re like putty under him, a moaning mess as he dominates over you.

”Leon..Ahh!” You whine as his thumb rubs circles on your clit. ”You’re so wet, all for me, huh?” He chuckles as he pulls his hand away from you, spreading your thighs wide and settling himself between them while discarding his boxers away. His painfully hard cock is slightly touching his abdomen. You’re panting slowly and you can’t help but to reach a hand to grab Leon’s throbbing cock. He slaps your hand away and pins you down again. ”B-But Leon..” You whimper under him. ”Shut up. No time for that I’ve waited long enough. Just let me fuck you, m’kay?” He confirms as he lines his hard cock at your entrance. Leon slides his length along your folds to gather some wetness. He can’t hold himself back anymore as he forcefully pushes his whole length into you, earning a painful moan from you.

”Oh my god….” You whine as you try to hold him closer, wincing at the pain of him stretching you out. Leon’s other hand grabs your waist to steady himself as the other is on the bed so that he can keep his balance. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, pushing him closer. He nuzzles his face into your neck as he starts thrusting into you at a fast pace. ”So fuckin’ tight for me.” Leon groans as his fingers dig into your waist. He’s fucking you so hard that it almost hurts. ”Leon!” You’re trembling under him, a moaning mess. He’s whimpering as he keeps rutting his cock into you. The wet sounds are echoing in the room as you pant quickly and the pain starts molding into pleasure. His face is still nuzzling your neck and he tries to give you small kisses but keeps getting distracted by how good your pussy feels around him.

He can’t hold himself off for much longer, he has waited for so long. He slows down in order to keep himself from cumming too early. The hand that was gripping your waist finds it’s way down to your clit and starts rubbing circles on it gently, to avoid overstimulating you. Your breath hitches as you moan loudly, getting closer to your orgasm. Leon grinds against you, slowing his pace down but going deeper into spots you didn’t know were possible to reach. ”You’re doing so good for me, baby. Just cum for me, yeah?” He whispers into your ear with a small groan escaping his mouth as he starts rutting into you faster again.

”M’gonna cum, Leon!” You moan as you hold on to his shoulders tightly. Your orgasm weaves over you as your walls tighten around his cock. Your eyes are rolling back and your mouth is slightly open. Your cheeks are red and you’re out of breath. ”Good girl. Argh..!” Leon groans as he pushes deep within you until you feel hot ropes of his cum shoot inside you. He rests his body on yours as you both come down from your highs. He pulls out of you and and kisses your forehead. ”You took it so well. I’m sorry I was an asshole before. I didn’t want to give in when you were sad.” He confesses as he nuzzles into your neck. ”It’s okay, Leon. I’m not sad anymore now that you’re here. I love you.” You bring your arm up to hug him while your other arm brushes through his blonde locks.

”I love you too. I’m here now and you don’t have to be scared of nightmares anymore.”

#re4 leon #leon kennedy #leon s. kennedy #leon smut #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil 4

[nonexistent-introvert]

Apologies

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Joel was too harsh on Ellie and Jesse on patrol. You talk to him and help him make things better

A/N: I wanted to write angst but settled on a fluffier piece instead. Vulnerable Joel and Joel trying his best to be better. I just watched Avatar 2 so this may be inspired by jake being overprotective of his children too..

   “I think I did a pretty good job at handling myself back there!” 

    “Yeah? It was reckless! You’re just lucky, if it was a bad day you could’ve gotten us all killed and trust me, you don’t want that to be on you.” Joel shouted back at Ellie. Ellie let out a huff, “But-” Joel looked away from Ellie, turning his attention to Jesse instead who was standing at the side, bracing for his turn. Joel pointed accusingly at Jesse. “What were my orders?” 

     “To be quiet. No guns.” Jesse repeated, lowering his head to avoid Joel’s burning glare. “And what did you do?” “I shot a runner.” Joel sighed, massaging his temples. “You know how much trouble that shot brought us? The clickers that it attracted? If it was a horde, we would have been infected or dead!” “Jesse only shot the runner because it was going for you!” Ellie shouted, unable to keep her mouth shut. “He had your back!”  Ellie defended. 

    “ Both of you are not ready. I’ll tell Tommy.” Joel picked his gear up from the floor, turning to stomp out before Ellie could say anything, brushing past you who stood outside the stable. You came to welcome them back since it was Ellie and Jesse’s first patrol on the longest route, but when they came back with a scowl on both Ellie and Joel’s face while Jesse look deeply ashamed, you knew something had went wrong. 

    Your eyes scanned the two teenagers who stood in the stable. Jesse was in a daze, probably reflecting on his actions while Ellie paced around, kicking the bucket in a corner in anger. “Get your cuts cleaned up and rest up. It has been a long day.” You instructed the both of them. “You heard that didn’t you? What the hell is wrong with him!” Ellie cursed.You pursed your lips, “I’ll talk to him. The both of you did well today. I’m sure you guys  have your own reasoning and judgement and that’s great, its not like you have Joel barking orders at you everytime. I’m just glad all of you made it back.” You reassured them, Jesse giving you a thankful smile before they left. 

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        Joel was sitting on the couch, mindlessly playing the guitar, his eyes in a daze. You sat beside him, propping your feet up on the coffee table. A silence falling between the both of you. 

“You were too harsh on them.” Joel placed his guitar down, running his hands through his hair. “They were too reckless, everything went wrong. Another wrong step and we wouldn’t have made it back.” Joel explained. You let out a laugh, “Joel, we are in a fucking apocalypse. Everything is bound to go wrong.” Joel looked over to you at his side, clenching his jaw. “Well, it shouldn’t. I’m just making sure everyone makes it back in one piece.” “Joel, none of us survived so long with calculated moves, out there, it’s just us, no one to guide us, hesitation would have gotten us killed.” You reasoned. He crossed his arms, “What’s your point? I should go easy on them. Let them make all the mistakes and get them killed?”  Joel sneered. You sighed, “Screaming at them won’t help, they already know what they did was wrong but it was a natural instinct. If Jesse hesitated on pulling the trigger… you would’ve-” You trailed off, not wanting to finish that thought. “All I’m saying is that you screaming at them only makes them doubt themselves more. We cannot afford to pay the price for hesitation out there.” 

      Joel leaned forward, burying his face in his hands. “I know, I just- Everything happened too fast, I was afraid that I might lose them and it would be my fault.”  He finally admitted, his voice softening. You looked at him, understanding how he felt, especially when you almost would have lost him today. You didn’t say anything but put your arms around him, he leaned into your touch, letting himself lean back onto the couch. “I was terrified, Ellie was struggling against a clicker and I was being held back by another clicker. I couldn’t think, all i thought about was what if i was too late, what if again and again. I was drowning in my thoughts.” “Joel, you’re not alone. Don’t carry all the burden on your shoulders.” You said, touching his shoulders as he pulled you into his embrace. “I’m trying darling.” he said, burying his face against your neck. 

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    Joel downed another shot of whiskey, sighing to himself when Ellie shot another glare at him. You shook your head at Joel’s actions, excusing yourself from the conversation with Tommy. “If it’s affecting you that much, you could always just apologise Joel.” You signaled for a drink. Joel shook his head, “What if-” “Not this again Joel. Don’t let yourself drown in your thoughts again.” “I just don’t want to mess this up. Ellie and I have been on threading on thin ice lately already, i don't want to do anything to drive her away.” Joel had a worried look on his face, you gave him a squeeze on the shoulder. “At least you’re trying, I’m sure she’ll appreciate that.” Joel held your hand gently in his, “Would you come with me? For support? I think she won’t be that pissed if you’re with me.” You shook your head, giving him an encouraging smile. “She would think I put you up to it. Do it from your heart Joel. Bare your heart to her.” You advised. He merely sighed, kissing the top of your head lightly before mustering the courage to go over. 

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     “I don’t need a forced apology Joel” Ellie said. “It’s not. I mean it, everything I said.” Joel established, feeling hurt at how cold Ellie was to him. Ellie stared at him, pondering everything he said. “We’re good.” She softly said. Joel eyes widened, “We are?” “Jesse and I talked about it. We were kinda reckless.” Ellie scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. “We’re sorry for not listening to you too.” Ellie apologised. Joel smiled brushing her off, “Then why don’t we have our usual movie night on friday? I found a copy of a superhero movie that I reckon you’ll like. The Avengers?” Ellie’s eyes shone, “No way! I recently found some comics on it. I’ll love to!” Joel chuckled, happy to see Ellie all excited. “Well see ya then.” Joel smiled, making his way back to you. 

    “She’s good for him.” Ellie concluded, looking at you who was sipping on whiskey at the bar. Jesse followed her gaze, humming in agreement. “The only person i know who can stand him, and also somehow talk some sense into his stubborn brain.” Ellie said, Jesse snickered. “Joel Miller, the most stubborn man and the strongest warrior i know has fallen in love, Can you believe that?” Ellie said. Jesse laughed, watching you hold onto his arm as Joel led you of the pub, bright smiles on both your faces. “Ah.. falling in love. I do hope they get their happily ever after, like the fairytales.” Jesse spoke in admiration. 

     “They will. Or else true love isn’t real.” 

#tlou x reader #joel miller tlou #tlou #joel tlou #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal x reader

[indouloureux]

Hii I absolutely adore your writing!! Like i read your stories everyday at least once 😭

I was wondering if you could write a Joseph fic where he buys you a gift because he thought of you when he saw it, but he’s scared to give it to you thinking you might not like it. But then he gets all warm and fuzzy inside seeing that you absolutely adore his gift and you wear it almost all the time

ily mwah mwah mwah

his nail was the verge of bleeding by the time he'd chosen it.

his gift being shoved inside a black box before given to him. the beep of his credit card a sign that he's already done it. not take backs. all he had to do was think if you were going to like it or not.

when he got home, he refused to give it immediately, shoving it inside the bottom drawer and ignoring it like a demon creeping underneath. you'd come home, and he'd greet you with a kiss, sometimes a bit more than just a kiss, and you'd spend your nights like you always used to.

joseph would always linger around you, lips threatening to tell you he had a surprise. but when you'd ask him what's wrong, he'd say the same words everytime: nothing. i'm alright. you just look pretty.

flattery in a form of a distraction. but he knows soon you'd catch up, think that he's hiding something much worse than just a surprise gift. so he took up the guts to finally take the black box from beneath his clothes and gave it to you.

he remembered the feeling of the tight coil in his chest slowly unwind at the curious look on your face when you start to open the box, his eyes in a worried glow as he says —

— "i thought of you when i saw this, so i bought it and i really hope you love it."

until the unyielding wind of self doubt fully expands everywhere in a congenial warmth and ebbs into nothing when you smile effulgently at his gift.

so to see it dangling on your neck a year later has proved his needless anxieties wrong.

the thin golden chain rests well on your collarbone, tangled around your neck, the dainty pendant that sways right on the valley of your chest, a perfect match to your outfit as you pick up the leather jacket from the chair, readjusting the earring on your ear.

joseph's jaw almost slackens at the sight of your grace entering, a heating blush on his face when he sees the necklace again, even though he's seen you wear it ever since he gave it to you.

"i love your necklace," he gushes like he's found a new gossip to indulge in. "it's so pretty. where'd you get it?"

"oh, well," you twirl around, falling right into his arms where you're supposed to be as your fingers fiddle with the pendant. "my boyfriend gave it to me. thought, well he's rich anyway, might as well put his money into me as well."

his face playfully falls, poking your side and keeps you in place even as you squirm and squeal at his ticklish touch. "can't believe you're just using me for my money. what happened to miss independent?"

"you know i kid, baby," you give him a quick kiss, patting his cheek lightly. "i just love wearing it alot, that's all."

and he loves seeing it on you, too, like an emblematic of his doting possession over your heart; the sight of you wearing it an indication that you'd stolen his heart and shoved it inside the pendant for yours to keep.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #blurb #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction

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Hi! ❤️ If it isnt too much to ask, could I request the Scarlet Witch s/o idea you wrote before, but with Dabi, Shinso, and Aizawa? If not, that's ok! I hope you're doing well and take care of yourself C:

It's not too much to ask sweetie, your guys'requests give me happiness (even though I'm terribly slow) so I'm really grateful you sent this, and so sorry to have kept you waiting. I hope you're doing wonderful and please watch out for yourself babe.

Title : Mha boys with a Scarlet Witch S/O

Characters : Dabi/ Shinsou/ Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : mostly fluffy/ a little angsty/ headcanons

Y/n's Quirk : Warping, teleportation, telekinesis, flight

Weakness : using your powers for extended periods of time without rest affects your mental status.

Note : Please keep in mind that Scarlet Witch is from a different universe which means that in order for y/n to possess similar powers, some changes need to be done to keep things as natural as possible. This is why I picked some of the original Witch's powers which can go together harmoniously without seeming like you have more than one quirk, and at the same time to reserve the originality of your character.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

First part I did a few months ago with the Origin Trio

Dabi :

Growing up, you tried your hardest to make friends but were always shunned because of your unique quirk. No one accepted you or even bothered to check on you, but as time went on, you grew to recognize the reality you were pushed into.

Your friends in the league were the only ones who acknowledged and treated you like a normal human being. That being said, you wished you didn't have to join their side since all you ever wanted was to live a peaceful life. However, and same as most of the members, your quirk gave you no chance at a normal existence.

Even though you felt safe with them, you were still reserved and detached from everyone except during missions when you were 'forced' to communicate.

Touya was the sole exception, and for some reason you found yourself drawn to him.

Same as you, he was quiet most of the time, kept to himself and never intervened in the others' shenanigans.

You were the one who approached him first, you wanted a little closeness, a little intimacy, and so did he.

He admires your quirk and makes sure to remind you of your value everytime you start doubting yourself since he knows first hand what it means to be pushed to the side and deemed unworthy.

And it's vice versa, as you've always pulled him out of the pit when he was consumed with rage.

Things haven't changed much when you two became a couple, except for his -now-too-obvious-worry about your well being. He knows you're strong and capable of watching over yourself, but he can't help being overprotective of the person he loves, especially during missions when the unchecked use of your quirk triggers your emotional instability.

During such times, and no matter the station he's assigned to, he would leave everything behind and come for you.

He's never been good with words, so what he does is remove you from the scene and to a quieter one where he pulls you close to his chest until you feel better.

Being with Touya has taught you to finally be grateful for your quirk, not only because he's helped you see how amazing it is, but also because thanks to your power, you're able to perceive and diminish his constant distress, even if he's too stubborn to ask for help. When something like that occurs, you wordlessly invite him between your arms before whispering reassuring words and kissing everywhere your lips can reach until he finally relaxes in your hold, but even then, you don't let go and neither does he.

He is to you what you are to him; family, best friend, and true love. Neither one of you will ever need more than that.

Shinsou :

You and Hitoshi share more than you thought you did. Both of you are introverted, misunderstood, and possess a magnificent quirk that makes life unbearable sometimes.

You've known each other for a really long time before one had finally exchanged words with the other, and even when that happened it was during a mission you two were assigned to work on.

However, that short conversation meant the difference between unfamiliarity and friendship as you two started spending more time together.

You quickly opened up to each other and shared the reasons for your distress. You learned that he too was almost pushed to join the wrong side as everyone joked about him possessing a villainous quirk with no regard for his feelings.

Gradually, and with help from one another, you started seeing your strengths and values until fully accepting your quirks at last.

You were each other's best friend and biggest supporter, and soon enough, you realized that your sentiments for one another grew to something greater.

You were aware of your mutual feelings thanks to your quirk, but never possessed the courage to confess first. Which is why you were thankful when he finally did.

If he wasn't exceedingly protective of you before, then he certainly is now. He never allows you out of his sight during missions, and constantly checks on you in case you overuse your quirk.

You never complain when he does though, since it's his way of showing love and you enjoy it. You're even the same way with him, in that you watch over him and promptly interfere if you see him struggling.

There were times when he was forced to use his quirk on you to make you take a step back or leave the fight all together.

Such conduct undeniably leads to necessary explanations most of the times, but essentially to Hitoshi apologizing profusely for his behavior. He hates manipulating and forcing you to act a certain way, even more so when he sees the look of shock and confusion upon your features after he releases his quirk. Having to use it on the person he loves reminds him of the reason people dubbed him as a potential villain.

At times like these, it's up to you to soothe and pull him back to you, offering him reassuring smiles and gentle kisses: "Hitoshi, I trust you with my life so I'm never worried when you use your quirk on me, you did what you did to save me, and for that I am grateful." is what you whisper as you hold him close and allow him to hide his face in the crook of your neck for as long as he needs. You two are soulmates, and will forever walk side by side and hand in hand.

Aizawa :

Shōta has always been supportive of you, ever since you've met all those years ago. But at first he was only trying to help you through tough times, just the way he learned to do from his late best friend Shirakumo.

You were grateful regardless, even if you meant nothing more than a "charity case" to him, at the end of the day, he still checked on you and that was enough.

Nevertheless, you kept following him around like a shadow and trying to be near him every chance you had. He was the closest thing you had to a friend after all, and even if he didn't think of you as such, it was fine.

Him on the other hand, found you a bit overwhelming. He's a private person who likes to have his space and to him, you were similar to a lost kitten.

But he came to learn soon enough that the lively and frisky side of you only existed thanks to him, as you were never that way with anyone else. Therefore, what he once thought of as an uncontrollable side of you, became a comforting reminder that you were doing well.

Your feelings for Shōta started to grow and develop as soon as you learned that you were no longer a person he needed to help, but rather, an important part of his life.

It all happened one day after long tedious hours of work chasing one particular powerful villain. It was a solo mission that you successfully accomplished but at the expense of your peace of mind.

Shōta knew— even without you saying a word, that you were experiencing one of your quirk's downsides, and him showing up on your doorstep unannounced was enough proof.

"You disappeared right after handing over your mission report, today's assignment must've been hard on you." his words might seem like nothing to rave about to an onlooker, but to you it was the little nudge you needed to finally realize and admit your true feelings.

Thanks to your quirk, you weren't surprised to learn that he felt the same way about you. However, his reaction to your confession was a different story. The cool, stoic, composed man latched onto your body as soon as you finished talking, wrapping his arms around you with no intention to let go, "yeah, I love you too." That night you two shared your first kiss.

His way of treating you remained the same when in public, as he has always been protective of you anyway— and using his quirk on you when things get intense is one way of doing it, but once you two are alone, he shows you a softer side that only you have the right to witness.

Now that you're a couple, you're also able to see him at his worst, and get to take care of him just the way he does you. His once messy sleeping schedule and constant nightmares of the past are now alleviated thanks to you.

Being in each other's presence, entangled in sweet rare moments of peace is all you could ask for.

#my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero headcanons #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia fluff #my hero academia fanfic #boku no hero imagines #my hero academia imagines #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #dabi x reader #dabi fluff #dabi x y/n #todoroki touya fluff #todoroki touya x reader #touya todoroki fluff #dabi headcanons #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso headcanons #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinso fluff #hitoshi shinsou x y/n #shinsou hitoshi fluff #hitoshi shinso imagine #aizawa shota x y/n #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta aizawa headcanons #shouta aizawa imagine #shouta aizawa fluff #shouta aizawa x reader

[ozzies-420-world]

what kind of dynamic do you think pidge and a male reader who's the same age would have as the two youngest members of the team? (preferably platonic if you do that!)

Okay so I'm not gonna lie I have no idea if you want this as a story or just headcannons, so imma do headcannons(mainly cause I'm tired but I'm excited to do my first request!!)

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• First of all its obvious the rest of the crew is gonna try and baby you two, no doubt about. Especially Shiro, its always Shiro.

• You two would sneak out in the green lion to look for more stuff for pidge's inventions. That was before Lance found out and threatened to snitch on you guys to Shiro if you guys didn't let him join. So now every time you guys go out Lance, without fail, will show up everytime no matter how hard you guys try to sneak past Lance.

• Pidge definitely comes to you first for comfort if they're missing their family a little too much, being the same age as them they see you as their brother, even going as far as to call you their twin.

• Somehow even the green lion loves you, allowing you to pilot the mechanical beast without Pidge being anywhere near. To say it shocked everyone is an understatement.

• They can and will beat someone up(mainly Lance) if they pick on you, everyone has seemed to learn this, of course except for Lance. Sometimes Keith would let a playful insult slip, and Pidge would just go feral.

• During missions if you decide to join in, Pidge will not leave your side unless absolutely necessary.

• You know those tik toks where everything is just absolute chaos, something is on fire, everyone is screaming, but there always seems to be that one or two people that just have this shit eating grin like "Ah yes, chaos, what a lovely site." yeah that's you guys. Just absolute, chaos.

• Can and will bite you out of boredom. Pidge will have you helping them with an invention and ask you to hand them a screwdriver, but when you extend your hand with the screwdriver in hand, they just stare. A blank, emotionless stare before they just bite the shit out of your hand

"OW! What the fuck Pidge?!"

"I don't know, I got bored"

• They make you fun little gadgets, even when you said they didn't have to keep making them for you, Pidge won't listen. At least every other day you find a new gadget on your bed.

• You're the only one Pidge allows to touch his tech, they trust you not to break anything, most of the time anyway.

#voltron x reader #Pidge x male reader #pidge holt

[inklessletter]

I absolutely love following along with your art and the process behind it! I'm curious about more behind the scenes stuff, as I have picked up digital art after not having drawn regularly in 10+ years.

When you do your drawings, what steps do you take? Do you use real references? Skeleton sketches? I'd love to know more about how you approach things digitally!

Oooh, first of all, thank you so much @emeraldzephyr! It is such a lovely thing that you decided to pick it up again!

As for how do I organize myself for drawing, every person works with a different procedures and it is important to know what works for you. For me is organization and inspiration.

For me, the most important thing is having references. It is more important than experience, more important than skill and even than inspiration. When you start messing with a blank canvas you need to know first hand where you want to go, or at least, have an idea. I won't likely start drawing without some references pictures. I learnt this when I took classes last year and this is probably the only thing that actually fully stuck.

My main resource for them is Pinterest, and I navigate through it with intent. I also have multiple packs of pictures of models and references that I have purchased in Artstation. Either way, references, to me, are essential and necessary. In Pint for example I have different boards, some for poses or compositions, some other for finishing, some other for colors palettes, or effects, or styles. I may have (and it is likely to be that way) multiple references for a single illustration ("I like the composition of this one, but the color palette of this other one, but the light works incredible in here, and wait, how was exactly the curvature of the nose of Joe Quinn in this perspective...? Shit! Keery's moles!! How were them distributed in the right side of his face? asdfadfs").

So you see, this is the first and the main thing I do. And I am also fattening with pins all my boards anytime I've got the chance (on my way to work, in public transport, waiting in lines, etc.), so I don't run out of ideas.

When it comes to actually drawing, I always make my canvas extra large and fit the main reference there so I don't get it out of sight (probably the one I'm using for composition) and make a first sketch than I later proceed to fix because it is often that I get wrong the proportions or the perspective, and that's okay. I can do five or six layers of sketches and then I do a first lineart that is messy, but it compiles everything that I have from different references. I spend a lot of time with this. Before shit gets serious and you start with colors, it is important for me to be happy with the sketch, or I may work a lot of hours on this particular illustration and you will end up hating it because "fucking shit, that ear is too small, how didn't I see it before!!!! [yes, I have no shame in showing what I think I failed miserably, the next piece was better, and so on. I keep learning everytime. I trust the process in broader aspects of art, not only in piece by piece]).

I create folders for the color process and try to organize the layers in it, first painting them with plain colors in separate layers and then adding layers once the whole illustration is fully coloured, first starting with shading, and then to light.

For me it is really important to play with the different effects of layers, play with opacity, gradients, brushes, tools, etc etc. I always find some effects that I wasn't expecting and the quality of my work will rise up just because I just found something interesting that weren't expecting at all, so, yeah. I play a lot with my software. All the time.

And finally when I am happy with it as a whole, I add a few filters (noise, blurs, etc.) If I want a very specific effect and I don't know how to do it, I have no doubt in stopping for a minute and finding a tutorial that teaches me how to do it (like the flare in this illustration, or the video effect moving color channels in this one). I always keep in mind that I should not get frustrated when I don't know how to do anything because I can always google it and it is a great opportunity to learn something new.

I am so so so sorry if this was too long, and probably it wasn't interesting enough, but that's what I do. And again, I want to make myself clear when I say that there is not a correct way to do things when it comes to art, this is just what works for me. I am no expert, I had to try and fail many many times to find the right approach for me without getting sad or frustrated. I, myself, have reconnected with art not that long ago after a decade, too.

I wish you the best of luck with your reunion with digital art!! Looking forward to seeing your pieces <3

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[godlyaffection]

That Is Definitely Your Color

Source Material; Blooming Panic

Pairing; Xyx x Male Reader

Warnings; Suggestive (nothing actually stated, just insinuated)

Summary; Xyx had better taste in clothing than you gave him credit for, at least when it came to choosing clothes for you. But seeing you look so good made Xyx want to forget about any and all plans you had for the evening.

“Wow– that is definitely your color.” 

You spun around to look at yourself in the mirror. Examining your appearance, you were starting to agree with your boyfriend. The color compliments your complexion well, and the style of the outfit definitely helped too. Your eyes met Xyx's in the reflection of the mirror. He was still looking at you, definitely checking you out, but he never seemed to care when you caught him doing that. 

Xyx would always say he enjoyed looking at you. Everytime you would ask why, he would shrug and respond with something along the lines of ‘why not’, like it was obvious that he would want to look at you. It always makes your face feel hot. No matter how many times he would say things like that or stare at you, it flustered you just as much as it did the first time. 

“You look amazing, doll.” he said, coming up behind you, his hands resting on your hips. 

You flinched stlighly for a moment, before relaxing into his touch. Your eyes glided over your appearance again. With one final look you turned around, facing Xyx again. His lips turned up at the corners, a grin finding its way onto his lips as he looked at you. His eyes finally actually looking at your face again. 

“I guess I shouldn’t doubt your choice in clothing again.” 

He laughed at your words. It's true, when he came home the other day, bag in hand, you had your doubts about his choices. But actually seeing the clothes he picked out on you was different. They looked good, and although you would still rather pick out your own clothes, it may not be so bad to trust Xyx with the choices every once and a while. 

“See, what did I tell you?” The question was rhetorical, but the grin on his face made you roll your eyes. 

Xyx moved in closer to you, so close that you could feel his breath against your face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, raising your eyebrow in a silent question as to what he was doing. His lips met yours briefly, too quick to really be a kiss, but enough to make you want to feel his lips against yours again.

“Although,” he started. “You being so damn handsome does help you pull off just about anything.” 

It was your turn to laugh, heat rising to your cheeks. You shook your head at him before leaning in to kiss him, for real this time. His lips were chapped against yours, and one of his hands made its way to cup the side of your face. His fingertips were rough as they rubbed over the apples of your cheeks, but you barely paid attention to that, your focus entirely on his lips against yours.

You were tempted to keep kissing him, but you knew that that would be trouble for both of you if you gave into that temptation. So, reluctantly you pulled away. 

“If you keep kissing me like that, we won't make it to dinner.” 

“Would that really be so bad, doll?” 

You thought for a moment, seriously contemplating staying here to continue kissing him. But ultimately you decided wasting this perfectly good outfit and dinner reservations wasn’t something you should do. Your lips twitched at the corners when you looked back at him. Xyx stood there with a frown on his lips, clearly already knowing that you weren't going to let the two of you stay here. 

You shook your head at him while still fighting back a smile. “Later,” 

Xyx groaned in protest, making you chuckle. He could act like such a child sometimes, you were almost surprised he hadn’t started throwing a tantrum yet. You pressed a fnal quick kiss to his lips before walking out of your bedroom to finish getting ready. Later would have to do.

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[khasiehondra]

A Shadow of an Eagle Chapter 3: Restricted Sessions: Sebastian

Was she avoiding me? Everytime I get near her she scurries away. Amit did mention she had extra assignments and everyone wants her help after what she did for Duncan and salvaging his reputation. She was even nice enough to dive into the Black Lake for Neridia.

Dinner in the Great Hall was spectacular as usual. Classes were picking up and his sister was not doing worse than the last time he had gotten an owl from her. His curiosity was eating him alive. How could she ever learn to trust him if he never got the opportunity to earn it? The last time they had even spent close to each other was the first Crossed Wands match. They fought well together. It was better than dueling each other. It was as if they were connected and each blow was perfect.

“I’m heading to the common room to finish our potions essay.” Ominis was his oldest friend. Keeping someone else’s secret meant keeping the very thing that was bothering him from his best mate.

“I’ll see you later then.” Sebastian always sat facing the other tables. It was easy to find Alice because no matter what she was placed next to Samantha. Astoria and Constance had tried to cause her to become a social pariah but it failed miserably. It was as if Hogwarts had been sent an angel. She seemed relaxed compared to the first time he saw her. She no longer kept her nose in a book and she ate a little more. It was always strange because other houses would come to her and chat.

“Someone likes attention. Wonder if she will be up for a flying challenge?” Sebastian didn’t know if Imelda was talking to herself or to the table.

He needed some time to think. The Restricted Section’s new lock had left him more determined than ever before. Last time he saw a key but didn’t have time to get it. He would spend the night devising a plan and try again tomorrow. A blond head caught his eye as he was leaving the table. Andrew Larson had taken a place near Alice and was leaning into every word she was saying. Sebastian could see her shyness was returning. He was a year above them and the one man that every girl wanted. She can’t be falling for that? But it seems she was. She had all the signs: ducking her head, playing with her loose hair, giggling at every word he said.

He thought he would get a toothache if he saw anymore. What she does isn’t my problem, but she won’t even talk to me after what we went through and she is over there flirting with Larson like it is no big deal.

“Sebastian!” He heard the soft heels clicking again. “Sebastian, wait!”

She had followed him all the way to the South Tower. Putting on his best smile he turned to her and acted surprised. “There you are. You owe me an explanation for what happened in the Three Broomsticks. Why is Victor Rookwood after you?”

She hesitated. “He’s working with Ranrok.” A pause, she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Ranrok is after something I found in Gringotts.”

“Go on,” Sebastian egged, his brow furrowed.

Her explanation was too bizarre to be imagined. “This map is leading you to the Restricted Section? You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly serious.” She lowered her voice to a whisper and pulled them deeper out of sight. “Professor Fig has insisted that I not tell a soul about any of this. I’ve probably said too much.”

“Your secret’s safe with me. Whatever it is.” This felt like a waste. No progress had been made.

“Thank you.” She looked away for a moment, biting her lip as if contemplating her next move. “You mentioned being ‘clever enough not to get caught’ in the Restricted Section.”

That was it. His chance to prove she could completely trust him. “And I am. Meet me outside the Library tomorrow night. Tell no one.”

Alice tugged his sleeve as he turned to head back to the dungeons. “What happens if we get caught?” It was obvious she rarely got into trouble. All of this adventure must have been a new world for her. She was new after all.

He flashed his lop-sided grin. “Detention, no doubt, we just need to avoid Peeves the poltergeist and Scribner.”

Letting out a heavy sigh she released his sleeve and nodded her head in understanding. “I’ll see you tomorrow, good night, Sebastian.”

He couldn’t leave her in disarray. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” He didn’t see her face as she continued to walk away. Before she rounded the corner, she popped her head back in the direction they had been standing. “Thank you, Sebastian. You don’t understand how much this helps me.”

She looked different coming down the stairs of the central hall. She already dressed differently from most of the other students since she was from London. Alice’s family was well off and her governess had kept her up to the expected fashion of her age. Instead of the long plaid skirts or knee length pants she wore knee length skirts in solid black. Her shirts were always relaxed and her tie was never Ravenclaw blue but a silky copper. Even her robes had blue striping instead of black. She claimed they had been gifts from her father. He was so proud that her magical ability had come, even if it was late.

Instead of her normal school uniform she was wearing a cream sweater over her blouse to protect her from the castle’s nightly chill. Her grey and black plaid skirt was hitting slightly above her knees. This has to be what she would look like on the streets of London. He even noticed that her hair was done differently. She had pulled half of it back into a small knot at the base of her skull. She looked noble.

“Well this is different.” He nodded his head toward her.

“I felt more comfortable wearing my clothes from home. It feels safe.” She was toying with her hands, picking at nothing. “I was scared the robes would get in the way.”

He took a step toward her and gently pulled her chin up to look at him. She wasn’t short in comparison to their classmates but he still had half a head on her. “I will not let anything happen to you.” Dropping his hand he crouched and motioned for her to join him at the banister.

“See those prefects? They would love nothing more than to rat on us to Scribner. I’m going to teach you the disillusionment charm. We will be nothing more than a trick of the light.” He was checking to see if she understood the seriousness of the situation. Her face was blank with concentration, eyes determined again, but Sebastion noticed that the tips of her ears had turned pink. “Nervous?”

“No,” she had gained her confidence back and composed herself quickly. “I’m ready.”

Sneaking past the prefects was easier than they had thought. They were too busy flirting to even realize they were passing by. In the library was a different story. Scribner still prowled. Sebastian pulled her to the shelves as soon as he saw the Librarian turn her back.

“I thought you said she was not going to be here!” Alice whisper-yelled at him. “We have to get into the Restricted Section! This may be my only chance.”

“Sh, keep your voice down.” This was not a part of the plan. The plan! “There is a key in her desk, it’ll open the lock. I’ll distract her and you grab the key. When you get it, meet me in front of the gates.”

He retreated to the back left corner and tried to think of the best spell that would cause the least amount of damage. None coming to mind, Sebastian pointed at an abandoned waste basket and whispered, “bombarda!” He ran as swiftly as he could without getting spotted. It seemed that Alice ran faster, she was already placing the key in the lock when he shuffled behind her.

“Go!” The gates swung open silently. Once they had closed and they were down the stairs they lifted the charm and let the adrenaline rush through them.

“We did it, Sebastian!” She threw her arms around his neck in triumph. “That was some distraction! I think you may have an affinity for fire.”  

Sebastian let his arms envelope her. For a moment he lifted her from the ground and swayed her back and forth. “That was great teamwork. I may have myself a new partner in crime.” His smile didn’t fade as he lowered her to the ground. Sebastian hadn’t seen that much laughter in someone’s face since last year. When did she get this pretty? It’s like the stars came down and created the most wonderful person. Alice still gripped his forearms as she pulled away.

“That was thrilling. A different kind of thrilling from the dragon. Is this what it is like to break the rules? It’s addicting.”

“Slow down, Alice. We can’t have the professors distrusting you as they distrust me.” He had still promised that he would keep her safe. How petite is she? I thought her sweater was not as form fitting as it looks now. Are skirts really that short in London? Focus, Sallow. It’s time to find a cure for Anne.  

It was shocking that Alice didn’t notice the distance that Sebastion had put between them. “Do you know what you’re looking for, Sebastian?”

Before he could answer, Peeves had caught them. “Naughty, Naughty, you’ll get caughty! Time to tell Scribner of the two students snogging!” Sebastian paled. First they had gotten caught by Peeves, and second he was going to cause rumors to be spread about them.

“Oh Peeves, please pretend you didn’t see us, just this once,” Alice begged. It was a futile attempt since Peeves was already making his way to Scribner.

“I’m going to go back. You keep going. I’ll find my way in another day.” He was trying to push her deeper in the Restricted Section.

“No! I can’t let you get in trouble for me.” She was whining. “We could make a run for it.”

Sebastian was shaking his head. Alice was a lot sturdier than she looked. “She’ll be here any minute. I can buy you some time.” He noticed she was about to protest but he cut back in. “I kind of like the idea of you being in my debt.” He winked at her and ran back the way they came.

The morning came too early. If he looked how he felt, Alice must be feeling much worse. Her eyes were swollen and she looked like she hadn’t slept all night. Dark circles rimmed her eyes and she had a scrape on her cheek. It was the first time that she had not removed her robes for class and rolled her sleeves up. I wonder what happened after I left?

“Pst, Sallow.” Leander wasn’t the best at being discrete. “I heard you got caught in the Restricted Section, Peeves said that you were with a girl. Were you trying to show off?”

“None of your business, Prewett. For your information, I was there alone.” Out of the corner of his eye, Alice had tensed. “If I was trying to impress a girl I wouldn’t have taken her to the library.”

He had already gotten an earful from Ominis when he returned. His friend was worried when he hadn’t returned from ‘studying’ so he realized that Sebastian had lied to him. The lecture contained plenty of ‘those books are restricted for a reason,’ ‘if you don’t stop now you’ll be bringing Alice down with you,’ and ‘dark magic isn’t the answer.”

Alice was making it obvious she was not herself that day. Almost neglecting her earmuffs when repotting mandrakes, head nodding off in the want of sleep, Samantha having to constantly get her attention, her eyes revealing she was anywhere but in the greenhouse. Whatever she needed in the library she must have found it.

When class was over he wanted to wait for her, but Professor Garlik called for her and Prewett. Made sense since he was spectacular at herbology. They strode off into the greenhouse and that was the last he was able to see her for the rest of the day.

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