#i love how they have a habit of reaching out to each other (literally and figuratively) throughout b2 and b3

[withleeknow]

seasons of you.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff or at least i hope so lmao, not v edited and literally no one is surprised lol i sound like a broken record atp just adding that into every post word count: 0.7k note: inspired by a highly fucked up thing that @matchannie said to me yesterday lmao it has not left my brain since you said it you absolute monster

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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minho falls in love with you four times a year.

minho falls in love with you in the spring, over blooming cherry blossoms and vibrant daffodils that greet you on your weekly sunset walk. over the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his own without soft fluffy gloves getting in the way, now that it's finally warm enough to retire that extra layer of protection for the season. over the sun coming out of hibernation and filling your days with golden light, falling upon your face and casting you in a magical hue. over the remnants of winter that still leave behind a palpable chill in the air early in the morning or late in the night, that has you reaching out for the comfort of his warmth. over your delighted smile when he brings home a bouquet of tulips after a long day at work. over your glassy eyes, reddened nose and flushed cheeks as he takes care of you when the seasonal allergies kick in.

minho falls in love with you in the summer, over picnics in the park where you both lay on blue gingham picnic blankets, your head on his chest, as you watch the clouds overhead drift peacefully. over watermelon gelatos passed between teasing lips, the confectionary melting too quickly for your liking under the blazing sunlight. over spontaneous drives to the beach even though neither of you can swim, but you go just for fun, just to build sand sculptures in the shape of your cat babies and stand on the edge of the water to splash at each other. over long naps on the couch on days where you're too lazy to venture into the outside heat, preferring to stay cuddled up together under the air conditioner with niki playing in the background.

minho falls in love with you in fall, over shared slices of pumpkin pie as you watch the leaves turn yellow and red right outside your window. over the adorable way you hide your face behind your hands on nights where he puts on a horror movie because he insists on honoring the halloween spirit. over your off-key rendition of taylor swift's all too well (the 10-minute version) for most of the season because you adamantly claim that it's autumn's official anthem. over weekends spent attached at the hip, baking sugar cookies for hours on end. over your crestfallen pout as you take note of how the days keep getting shorter and shorter, already missing warm sunny weeks with all your heart.

minho falls in love with you in winter, over matching scarves and beanies, even though he often has to carry them for you because you have a bad habit of forgetting them before you go out. over the first snow of the season because they say that if you witness the first snowfall with the person you love, then you will stay together for a long, long time. over sweet cuddles in bed as a bad christmas movie plays on tv, and you fall asleep on his shoulder about half an hour into the movie despite being the one to select the movie in the first place. over your return from a shopping spree with your girlfriends with nothing for yourself but everything for soondoongdori, from christmas themed clothes to treats and toys.

but then again, maybe it's not entirely accurate to say that minho falls in love you merely four times a year. if he wants to be precise, then he would say that he falls for you anew every morning he wakes up and sees you asleep in his arms like a delicate miracle granted by a star he once used to wish upon. if he wants to get technical, then he falls in love with you with every smile that you send his way, which is a terribly sappy thing for him to admit but it doesn't make the statement any less true.

minho loves you every day of every week, of every month, of every year. he's loved you before he even met you, when you were just a romanticized idea in his head and hadn't yet walked into his life like the angel he was always meant to find. he loves you every minute of every hour; there isn't a second where you're not on his mind, not a single beat of his heart that doesn't spell out your name. he loves you throughout the seasons and a million times in between.

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[baby-dr1ver]

pairing: dad!lando x mom!reader

warnings: so much fluff, tooth rotting

a/n: hello all! thank you guys for your endless support and request I've been getting! I promise I haven't forgotten your fics, I'm working on them I swear. here's a fic I wrote a couple of weeks ago while you wait! btw this literally happened in a dream of mine so I feel like I just HAD to write it.

It was an early morning in Monaco, the sun had just risen, there were faint snores coming from beside you. You could make one out to be your husband having just got home from a long race weekend, and your little boy, Atticus. When Lando got home from a race weekend, he made it a habit to put him in our bed to sleep.

You watch the identical faces for just a moment more before jumping out the bed. You loved days after a race, everything felt like it was finally in place again. You especially loved the morning after, you and Lando created a routine that started before your little one was born. You’d wake up before him and run to the little breakfast nook at the end of the block to grab his favorite. 

After dressing, brushing your teeth, yada yada, you set off. You had a pep in your step, bouncing a little with each stride, feeling lighter and lighter knowing your other half was waiting for you at home, snuggled up with your little creation. You giggled to yourself, realizing how crazy you must have looked to the people passing by. 

 The bell rang above the door as you eagerly pushed it open. The owner saw you and smiled, knowing exactly what was coming. “The usual I assume?” She asked cheekily. You blushed and nodded, “Can you add some tater tots and an apple juice please? Atticus has been in a phase lately.” The owner simply nodded as you paid as she got to work.

As you sat in a small table in the corner, you could see a small group of girls looking your way, trying ti be subtle on the fact that they recognized you. You smiled and shyly waved causing the girls to walk over slowly. “Hi! Are you Y/N?” One of the girls asked. “I am! How are you guys this morning?” You were happy to make conversation with them, feeling better at the fact most of Lando’s fans didn’t despise you. After a few minutes of talking about the recent race, what they were excited to see, they asked for a photo. You had one of the workers take it before handing you the food. You waved goodbye to the small group of girls, smiling to yourself at the softhearted interaction. 

You couldn’t contain yourself as you worked your way through the door. You sat everything out on the counter and prepared it like it was a five star meal. You set Lando’s burrito out, eggs, bacon, cheese, on a plate. You scooped some tater tots in a bowl and poured the juice in a small sippy cup for the little one. 

Just as you finished, Lando came trudging down the stairs. He was dressed in gray sweats, no shirt and his hair sticking up in different directions with that sleepy look in his eyes. “Hi baby, welcome home.” You quietly whispered. He came around the counter to where you were standing and latched onto you. 

You stood there completely at ease with him in your arms, the feeling of his heartbeat against yours, his warm tan skin, the smell of his cologne-everything about him made your heart sing. He started placing small kisses on your cheek and jaw, no hidden intention behind it, just wanted to feel your skin under his lips. He pulls away with a groan, “I forgot the babe upstairs.” I giggled and pushed up towards the stairs, and watch him lumber up to your room to grab Atticus. 

You tuned back to the food for a moment before setting it on the island so everyone could reach it easily. Lando came down the stairs holding your baby boy, dressed the same, with identical looks of tiredness and you audibly cooed. “Hi my little star,” You grabbed a tot from his bowl, hid it behind your back, and walked closer to softly pinched the babes cheek. “did daddy dress you the same?” Atticus pulled his gummy smile, only a couple of teeth in the front, and rubbed his bright green eyes. Lando placed his hand around your waist to pull you closer to him. “It’s kind of unfair that I carried you for nine months but you’re a carbon copy of your dad.” You ruffled his curly hair. Lan huffed, “Could be worse.” You nodded in agreement and pulled the tot from behind your back and offered it to Atticus. His eyes lit up seeing his favorite food. His chubby fingers reached out and snatched it from your hand and tried to put the whole thing in his mouth. You and Lan laughed before he gently pulled it away. “My little duckling, you can’t just shove it like that, you’ve got to bite.” Lando tried to imitate a bite so Atty could do the same. Instead, he started to laugh and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. 

“Yeah, that’s your son love” Lando looked down at you with a disgruntled look, making you join in on the laughter. You lay your head on his shoulder and like it was a reflex, softly kissed your forehead. Atticus leaned down, sticky hand out to lay on your cheek, and tried to kiss your forehead just like his father did moments before. It ended up leaving a wet mark on your forehead, it’s not like he knew had to give his mom a kiss, he was just trying to copy his dad. 

You heard Lando take a big breath in, and without looking away from Atticus, 

“Let’s have another one.”

“Lando!”

#lando norris imagine #lando norris x female reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #mclaren #formula one #formula 1

[ilovejoo]

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habits they get from dating you; enhypen

word count: 1.5k warnings: n/a gn!reader a/n: like & reblog & follow for more; new blog here lol THANK U FOR READINGG

heeseung

always looking for you in a crowd to make sure you were doing okay, even if the situation doesn't call for worry

at parties, he can't help but scan the room to look for your familiar eyes. were you doing okay? were you having fun?

when performing while you're in the audience, he looks for your approval in the crowds while also ensuring that you were safe. was his singing as good as the singing he shows you at 3am on the living room couch? were you being trampled by his fans?

this type of habit that he developed is something he really can't help: though he trusts you to take care of yourself, he just wants the best for you.

subconsciously putting food on your plate before he takes his own

this can mean sneaking an extra choco pie into his pocket from a en-o-clock episode site or grilling the meat and placing it on your plate for you during kbbq nights. he grabs the first slice of pizza for you, reaches for the best piece of pie for you, and makes sure you have food to eat before he starts taking and shoving his own food into his mouth, even though everyone knows how much he values eating.

he saves the first, last, and best bites for you. if he knows you like a certain side dish, he'll move his onto your plate.

jay

making meals for two rather than one, or eight rather than the seven of his group

he got so used to cooking for you that even when you aren't there, he finds himself making a bigger meal than he used to out of habit.

two servings of ramen- damn, he only meant to make it for himself, but he added two on accident since two is the amount he makes every time.

whenever he's cooking, naturally he adds a few scoops extra of each ingredient without even thinking; caring for you and making sure you have food to eat is something he does subconsciously.

calling you "my" when talking to other people, as in "my baby," "my y/n," "my darling"

you overheard him talking to jungwon while referring to you as "my y/n," and you felt your heart skip a beat. "my y/n baked me a cupcake the other day!" or "my darling studied all night for their exam, i hope they aren't too tired."

the way you both know that he is yours and you are his is something that incorporated itself into his daily life and daily conversations.

jake

seeing you in every little thing, from the clouds in the sky to his eyes naturally spotting your favorite snack

his members are tired of hearing "oh y/n likes this!" "this looks like y/n!" "this reminds me of when y/n..." jake cannot get you out of his head, he is so down bad for you that every little thing reminds him of you.

somehow he will connect the color of a random car to the time when you went to the movies together and the commercial that played had the same shade of gray somewhere in it. romantic?

saying "i love you" literally every waking moment

when you wake up, in your sleepy eyes and messed up hair, he can't help but express the love he holds for you. seeing you shove a cupcake into your mouth: he's never seen anything more perfect in his life. you scored a 50% on your final exam: it's completely fine!

everything from your strengths to your flaws about you is so perfect, mesmerizing, lovable to him, and so he finds himself saying the words "i love you" every hour, every day. every time he feels grateful to have you in his life, he says a quick "love you," which is much more often than you would think.

sunghoon

playing with your fingers whenever you were next to him

like in iland where often he found himself fidgeting with the hand of the person next to him, your hand is always in his once he mustered the courage to grasp it the first time. rings, fingers, nails, anything on your hands becomes his personal fidget toy: all anxieties gone, all pressures relieved, everything perfectly fine. sometimes he will crack your knuckles, pinch your skin, earning a playful slap on his shoulder from you; the different ways he plays with your hands are endless.

asking questions like "did you sleep well?" or "was the food good?"

is this him being awkward and not knowing what to say to fill up silence, or is this him being a caring boyfriend? neither of you know, but you do know that he still genuinely wants to know in order to check up on you and make sure everything is good. his "did you like the chicken" translates to "i love you and i want everything to be just perfect in your life."

sunoo

attentively studying the hair stylists to learn how to do your hair when he gets back home

whenever his stylist tries something new on him, a different idol from another group, or one of his members and he finds himself particularly liking it, he studies it to the best of his ability to best replicate it when he sees you again. the way the straightener moves, the type of products to use: he memorizes it all.

he will see a certain style and think about how good it would look on you, and how he needs to see it on you asap, so learning from a real professional would be the best way to do it.

saving saturday nights for dates and building his schedule around it every week

"wait, saturday night? i can't, i have plans." he did not have plans.. yet. but! every saturday is saved for you, no matter what. therefore, on the way home, he picked up some face masks and candles for a self care night.

he finds himself saving every single saturday night just for you, no matter what may come up. he loves spending time with you, so having this time together means a lot to him.

jungwon

taking selfies everywhere to send mini updates of literally his entire life

you're his personal diary at this point, with the number of selfies and pictures he takes and sends to you. you thought he takes a lot of pictures for his fans? while that is true, he takes double the amount for you.

he makes up for all the time you guys are apart by updating you on things like his meals, practice ending, going to sleep, his member leaving his sock on his bed, etc. does it get too personal sometimes? yes, but you love it.

watching for your safety whether you are known for your clumsiness or not, his hands always ready to grab you

whether this means walking on the outer side of the sidewalk or hovering over you when you walk down the stairs, your safety is his priority.

when you bend down to grab something, he walks behind you so you feel safe, covered, and nobody bumps into you. when your head is dangerously close to the corner of a table, his hand gravitates between your head and the edge to prevent any potential injuries.

he can't bear to see you hurt or in pain, so he'll do his best for that not to happen.

niki

always sleeping with something by his side, and he can't sleep without the feeling of another presence right next to him

his members have been replaced by you at night sleeping next to him. twiddling with your hair as your eyes began to close, snuggling into that crook in your neck: all flows right into his nightly routine. after a while, he got too used to your warmth that whenever you are absent, he can't fall asleep.

this is where weighted stuffed animals, heated blankets, and such came into play; he really could not sleep without you, or at least a subpar replica of you.

dancing, singing, and trying to look his best whenever you're around to impress you and earn words of praise

"y/n look over here!" he'd do a quick but fancy dance move that he learned in the middle of your living room.

"wait, watch this." he'll play a video of him that heeseung took of him shooting a basketball into the hoop from afar.

"did you see our new performance? wasn't i just so cool in it?" he will say anything to hear praise coming from your lips: of course, he hears it all the time from his fans, but hearing it from you has a different meaning, so he makes sure to always look his best and impress you with all that he does.

he wants to look ultra cool and awesome in front of you, but can you blame him? he's just so in love with you.

#! writing #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #enhypen scenarios #enhypen headcanons #enhypen oneshots #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #sunghoon x reader #jake x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #heeseung x yn #jay x yn #jake x yn #sunghoon x yn #sunoo x yn #jungwon x yn #niki x yn

[xylianasblog]

Love Language

Pairings: Agedup!Aonung x Fem!Metkayina reader

Summary: Y/n has always been in love with her best friend and until recently they confessed their feelings for each other. Since they started dating she's come to learn just how affectionate he is.

Warnings: Fluff, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), praise kink. Som dom Aonung, dirty talk.

wordcount: 1k+

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For as long as you could remember you have always despised physical contact, the thought of anyone touching you literally made your skin crawl in the ickiest of ways.

So why is it that you had to fall in love with the most affectionate person ever? What compelled you to look at this Na’vi male and think it would be a good idea to agree to be his girlfriend?

Looking up from your task at hand you see your boyfriend making his way over to you, he had a wide smile on his face as his icy blue eyes locked in on your own blueish-green orbs. “Yawne, how is your basket weaving?” His smooth voice filled your ears causing them to perk up as you looked down at the nearly finished basket. “It’s good Ao. Did you finish your duties early?” You had to question, he had a bad habit of running off during his duties to come to you.

Aonung would actively seek you out no matter what time of day it was. It was as if his soul called to yours with such a deep yearning. Pushing the basket aside you stared into his eyes once again, he crouched down to be somewhat level with your smaller frame. “I did actually I missed you so I did my best to finish everything thoroughly before coming to you.” He shrugged it off as if it was a normal thing, that's because to him it was such a normal thing, a habit that he wouldn't be breaking anytime soon.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his antics, looking down you noticed his finger drumming away at his thighs. You come to learn it only happened when he really craved your touch. Unlike you Aonung loved being affectionate with you, he loved how your soft skin felt against his hands and he just adored how your body felt pressed against flush against his, especially in those rare moments you both made love. Smiling sweetly at him you reached your hand out to his and immediately he reached out to your hand. Bringing your hand up to his cheek he nuzzled into your hand his body relaxing instantly at the feel of your skin against his. The sight warmed your heart, amounts touch being the only one you found yourself also craving on occasion. His touch didn’t make your skin crawl or feel icky, his touch brought you peace and also made you relax. “Come let me fix your hair, silly boy.”

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The entire walk there he never let go of your hand, his hold only grew tighter as if you’d leave the instant he did. Once you arrived back at your marui pod you pushed aside the flap to walk in. You made yourself comfortable on the makeshift bench in your home, Aonung sitting between your legs. Her wrapped his large calloused hand around your thigh squeezing it gently. In moments like this, he was happy to touch and feel you even if it was only for a little. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the inside of your thigh as you worked on redoing his braids.

“You have such pretty hair Aonung I absolutely love it.” You told him as you worked, your hands were soft and gentle as you braided his hair. His hair was one of your favorite things about him, the soft pretty curls that framed his face especially when his hair was down which wasn’t something you saw often.

You were nearly done with the last braid when you felt him press a light kiss to the inside of your thigh. Letting out a small gasp you gently tugged his hair as a warning. “Stop that... I’m nearly finished.” You mumbled which caused him to let out a small chuckle. “Shh Yawne… just let me, please... it’s been so long since I’ve gotten to taste you.” A slight whine left your lips as you began to squirm, your hands however never stopped braiding. He continued to kiss your thigh lightly, your eyes closed and your fingers faltered momentarily as he kissed your thigh lightly.

You did your best to ignore him as you finally managed to finish the last braid despite his kisses, he finally turned around to face you. He had a small smirk on his lips, as he stared up at you. “Pretty girl..” he mumbled. His hands slide up the sides of your thighs now moving to undo the knots in your loincloth. He untied it before swiftly pulling it off you weren’t prepared and sucked in a breath of air at the feeling of the cold air against your dripping wet cunt. “Ahh.” Aonung admired you with wide eyes. “Look at how wet you are for me... I barely even touched you yawne..” he stated.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you tried to ignore the heat you felt beginning to rise. “I won't let you touch me...” you deadpanned, this caused him to chuckle as you felt his fingers slip between your folds before sliding up to tease your aching clit. You let out a small moan as you felt his fingers teasing you slowly, you whimpered, Aonung loved to tease because this was one of the rare moments you begged him to touch you.

His finger began to rub gentle circles on your clit as he pushed your legs open a bit more for him. He let out a slight little hum of approval watching how slick with your juices you are just from his gentle touches. He slid his finger back down before pushing it inside of you, a slight whine left your lips as you raised your hips a little, and he pushed in deeper at your reaction. He began moving his finger in and out at a slow steady pace loving the way your body reacted to him.

You grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand while the other held onto the makeshift bench to keep yourself steady, you whimpered quietly as he worked his finger in and out of you, and soon you felt him adding another finger inside of you. Your hips raised on their own as your gummy walls tightened around his fingers sucking them in deeper, your hips moving against the thrust of his fingers, working in a perfect rhythm. your nails dug into his shoulder as he sped up his fingers, and your moans grew louder as your pussy grew wetter.

"Look at you princess... taking my fingers like a good girl.." he muttered his eyes transfixed at the look of pleasure on your face. the sight of you losing yourself to him was truly a beautiful sight for him. Your eyes screwed shut, lips parted as small breathless moans left your lips. he curled his fingers up pressing and rubbing against your sweet spot, you cried out loudly digging your nails deeper into his shoulder.

"Precious girl. Gonna cum for me yeah?" He pressed a soft kiss on your clit.. once... twice.. three more times before sucking the swollen nub into his mouth. You sucked in air gasping a little as you felt the familiar knot building up in the pit of your stomach he felt it in the way your walls tightened up he knew you were close. "That's it, baby.. let it go.. cum for me.." he whispered... you let your head fall back hitting the board behind you as your orgasm pushed forward at his words.

Your juices squirted out wetting his mouth, chin, chest, and arm, he groaned out at the sight of you coming undone for him. "Ngh... Fuck Aonung!" you cry out, he didn't let up with his fingers however he continues thrusting them inside of you, letting the flat of his tongue rest against your clit as he got a taste of you. He started swirling his tongue around your clit as he helped you through your orgasm, his eyes never left your face. Once you rode out the high of pleasure he pulled away placing a few kisses on your inner thigh.

"Pretty girl.. such a good girl. Thank you for letting me please you." he praised you between each kiss to your thigh. "I love you," he told you while taking his time to get you cleaned up and dressed once more before picking you up only to lay you back down this time on top of him as he got comfortable on your mat. He held your exhausted body close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You let your body relax against his relishing the feeling of safety he gave you.

Your love language may not have been physical affection but for Aonung.. you'd always crave his.

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[the-one-that-weeps]

Can we appreciate crows for a moment? They're basically like monkeys with feathers, we should talk about them more.

(Aka: A highly indulgent list of crow facts!)

🐦‍⬛ Crows live in colonies of 15-20 birds (called murders). That doesn't mean they're not menaces to society. For example; they frequently steal from their neighbours nests.

🪶 They're also quite prone to love triangles, since they mate for life. However, they do not fight often. There are quite a few cases of possible polyamorous relationships among these birds: they share nests and all help feed the little chicks.

🐦‍⬛ Speaking of little crows, even when they reach the age where they have to leave the nest and can feed themselves, they still persecute and annoy their parents to feed them. They can also "play sick" as a joke.

🪶 Crows usually eat vegetables, fruits or nuts as their main diet, but these rascals can actually eat whatever it is that falls into their beaks. There's a documented case where one feathery menace chugged A WHOLE PAIN POT.

🐦‍⬛ While the community of crows eats, one or two crows sit on a tree and observe around 800 metres (2,624ft) of area in order to inform their team of possible danger.

🪶 Crow communities defend each other against predators and mourn their losses together.

🐦‍⬛ They can fly at a speed of 60km/h (37 mph)

🪶 They live up to 25 years in nature.

🐦‍⬛ They can literally knock out their prey by hitting them with their beaks.

🪶 They're also very playful creatures! They can play hide and seek, where a crow hides and calls their community for help repeatedly until they're found.

🐦‍⬛ Naturalist Henry Ward Beecher documented a woman with a domesticated crow who cleaned worms before eating them.

🪶 Crows know how to talk. They can repeat almost 100 words or phrases.

🐦‍⬛ Some crows that live in rural American states have been documented to use cattle to rest themselves on them and potentially use them as transport. They were also said to shout "Yee haw" when they rode horses. They implement this kind of transport into hunting as well.

🪶 They can also imitate sounds like barks, tweets of other birds, or whatever it is that a chicken does.

🐦‍⬛ Naturalist William Crowder had a crow that got into the habit of playing with MATCHES in the KITCHEN.

🪶 Another crow was said to be able to PICK POCKET PEOPLE and when he didn't find anything he shouted "GO TO HELL!" and fleed.

🐦‍⬛ ^ this is a caramel crow. No it's not albino. It looks very sick though (and not in the literal sense)

Now I kinda want to have one as my familiar tbh.

#witchblr #corvid #crow #crows #ravens #birds #birdposting #ohhh look it's hoc posting on witchblr #cry about it it'll happen again. #witch #mine ☜ #bramble rambles

[bruciemilf]

One of the HCs I like reading on are the batkids forgetting they're adopted and not blood related (except Damian) to Bruce. Or with one another. so they'll comment on the physical features they share.

"you're just mad I got Bruce's hairline and shiny hair while you're aging at an incredible speed you're gonna sport the Lex Luther look in a MONTH, IF I'm being generous"

"I have Bruce's eyes. Look into my eyes. Disappointment."

"If you shared this bone structure, I too, would be jealous."

"How does it feel knowing I got all the good genes? You can never reach these heights. Literally. I will remove this chair and you'll be stuck on the counter forever. Try explaining to Alfred why you are dirtying the surfaces he just cleaned, munchkin."

"I've been afforded the ability to have flawless skin in any situation, what can you say?" etc..

& each other, because sometimes the sibling experience is being repulsed at being called the same or even using it to be a shithead to other siblings

someone: sorry, i mistook you for [other batkid]. You guys just look the same from the back. my bad

both batkids in question: *yelling profanities and defending why they do not share similarities*("they're balding!" "Do you see that posture!? I would never!" "Only a fool would say something so stupid and appalling. Get your eyes checked." "Now listen here motherfucker—" "YOU COMPARED ME TO THAT THING?!")

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batkid, trying to provoke two others: you guys basically have the same face, a literal copy and paste, I'd be mad too lmaoo

*batcave turns into shambles*

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"this is a dimples-only selfie, please get out" "perfect eyebrow gang too bad yours are a tragedy"

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And of course those habits they picked up from Bruce or one of their siblings and how sweet it is. someone has to do a double-take because that was trippy. I just love those HCs. Sorry some of these I tried to make funny, but I couldn't think of much just the concept 😭😭

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#YEAHHHHHHH #everything you said ME TOO #emulation is a love language #bruce wayne #batfam #batfamily #text #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake

[mssonepiece]

You said you wanted one..

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Content~Fluff

From this poll.

You and Satoru have decided to take the next step in your relationship by moving in together. You've been dating for five years now, and after bringing it up so often you decided to shoot the bullet and ask Satoru if he really wanted to find a place to grow and start a family of your own. You were nervous asking him such a question at first but he agreed that you'd been dating so long that you might as well live together. Adding that it would be much easier to sleep in the same bed when you aren't having to travel to each others houses every night. It's been a serene few weeks breaking into the new house and creating new habits. Picking a house that suited both of your requirements was very stressful on you and finally being able to relax knowing all the furniture was in place, was everything that you needed with this move. With everything being in order, you and Satoru were able to spend days at home resting on the couch or in bed. The move has brought you together much closer than you've ever been. It felt like you didn't need anything else from life in this moment. However, Satoru walking past a pet store on his way from work couldn't help himself from getting pulled into the shop. He took his time browsing around all the fish, birds, dogs, and eventually cats that were in the back of the store. There's a range of colors to pick from of small kittens, they have to be at least 3 months old. Instantly Satoru knew that he had to bring one of these kittens home to you. He remembers how you mentioned loving animals and wanting a few of your own one day, which is only temping him to buy one more. A yellowish-orange kitten with a cream colored patch covering half of its face stretches up the glass as far at it can reach, catching Satoru attention. He can't help but let out an audible 'aw' at its actions, smiling brightly at the thoughts in his head. He takes a minute to watch all the kittens play before walking up to the staff to show them which cat he will be taking home.

You got home from working at your office job about an hour ago, deciding to unpack a few of the remaining boxes lying around the house to tidy up a bit. It’s an attempt at trying to keep yourself busy while waiting for Satoru to get home from a "hard" day of teaching, though after a while you notice it seems to be taking a little longer today than normal. It’s not long before you get tired of emptying boxes and opts for putting on a tv show to past the time instead. Half an hour later the click of the front doors lock and the footsteps of Satoru's boots pulls away your attention from the show you put on. "I'm home," He shouts in a sing-song tone. "and I got something for us!" Closing the door behind him and taking his time to take his shoes off. You lunge off the couch and walk through the living room/kitchen to where the main entrance of your newly shared home is.

"Hi baby. Whatchu get?" You try getting on your tippy-toes to look around his frontside. He was attempting to hide something in his jacket but wasn’t doing a very good job as he was revealing the surprise to anyone in front of him. Satoru giggles, doing his best to not just show the cute kitten he's got on his detour to his lover. "Hey!" dragging out the 'y' when he still doesn’t show you what he's hiding. "Show me already Satoru!" You grab onto his sleeve, starting a small tug of war with him and his arm. Finally you pull him to face your direction with all your might, all he says is a quick 'tada' before presenting the small orange kitten to you in his large hands. "Oh my god.." Your jaw drops for a moment. Before you can register what's going on you're grabbing the kitten out of Satoru's hands.

"Be careful!" He jokes.

"I know. Oh my god Toru. I can't believe this! I've literally been wanting an orange cat for so long!" The smile on your face is more than worth it to Satoru.

"The worker said that this was one of their favorite cats in the store and she's such a little cuddle bug." Satoru laughs at the employees words, enjoying the view of the new responsibility. "She was climbing all over me on the walk home. She's a cutie, just like you sweetie."

"Aww. Really? That's so cute!" Your smiling so hard its starting to hurt but your certain your already in love with this kitten Satoru got. "I love her!" Cuddling the kitten up to your face you feel her purring lightly. Satoru feels a rush of heat flow through him as he watches his girlfriend with the small animal. His smile is also starting to hurt his face but he doesn’t care.

"What should we name it?" Satoru grabs your waist and pulls you into him. He has the perfect view of his girl and his kitty.

"It! Satoru!" You pet the kitten comfortingly as if it understood Satoru's comment. He rolls his eyes, giggling at the face you make and taking the chance to pull you closer. "We should name her.. hmm" You look down at the kitten to see if it'll ignite any ideas in your brain. "How about-"

"How about we name it Suguru?" Satoru chuckles.

"Shut up. We aren't naming her Suguru." You roll your eyes which only making Satoru laugh larger. "We need to pick a cute name, not our dead best friends babe." He juts out his bottom lip. He looks so cute that it makes you laugh. Your laugh always makes Satoru's heart do cartwheels, it makes him feel lightheaded knowing that he's the one making you laugh or smile. He drops his head to your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck. The kitten puts its small paws on his face, causing another cute laugh from you. "Aww, you look so cute together." He smiles at your comment, bringing one hand up from your waist to pet the kitten. "Let's name her Honey. Because her furs the color of honey, and she's super sweet." There's no response, you only feel Satoru nod and his hair tickling you from in your neck. You're sure you haven't dropped the smile from your face since Satoru walked through the door. Who would have guess he would have gotten you the kitten you've been wanting to get yourself for years. You always put it off due to work, worried that you wouldn't be home enough to actually take care of a kitten. Now with Satoru around it will be much easier to raise an animal. His warm breath against your neck and collar bones is relaxing, and the view of him petting and admiring your new kitten is causing butterflies in your stomach. You let out a satisfied hum as it seems life could never be better than it is now. Finally moving in with your long-term boyfriend, having a beautiful home, a stable job, and now a new pet to top it off. It truly feels like you are starting a family with Satoru after all these years..

Would y'all be interested in a part 2?

#gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojou satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x y/n #jjk satoru #satorugojo #fluff #satoru fluff #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[luvvixu]

sinner and saint

content: fluff, modern!au gojo, lowkeybf!gojo, this was written like last year so it's kinda forgotten but whatevs, im sure he's that guy who would do crazy things like that

a saint and a sinner. that's how people would call a trope like you two have.

you, y/n l/n, a saint—who grew up in a secluded family who thinks morality, being demure, and growing up like a holy being matters the most.

he, satoru gojo, a sinner—who grew up in a harsh environment but that did not stop him from being himself, a reckless little one, a total opposite of you.

but there was something in him that caught you head over heels. you couldn't even describe him properly on how you fell in love with him because your mind is a mess when his name reaches your brain—in a good way though.

all you can say is that he kissed you one time, and there you knew, and there you have it, love blooms whenever he goes.

meanwhile, from his perspective, it was different. satoru thinks you're way too out of league for him. but that does not halt him, either you, to show your full adoration towards each other. being with you is like a grace from above, he did not pray for it nor manifest it, you just came into his life and he found a reason to continue.

"come on, y/n. it'll not be that bad." a voice whispers from your windowsill. it belongs to your lowkey boyfriend, satoru, who snuck out from their house just to have a late night walk with you.

"hush! are you even aware what time it is?!" you whispered-ly yelled, worried for satoru that he might get caught. knowing that you grew up in a strict slash religious slash mentally draining household. of course, discrimination has no escape in your family.

your lover took a glance at your analog clock by the wall, he glanced up to you with a coy smile, decorating those luscious lips. "it's 11:37 pm, my love. you never told me that you do not know how to read an analog clock." satoru said with full cockiness in his tone.

a glare was sent towards the latter's way as you escalated a sigh at his silliness (you admire him for that). how did you even go in this situation? simple, he was reckless and you love him.

well actually, it all started when he passed you a note during school time. the paper itself looked like a contract more than an invitation, it stated that he was hoping you would join him in a late night walk around your neighborhood's vicinity.

you and your boyfriend live nearby each other. that is why everytime the school ends, you two would always go home together (with matching holding hands, of course). thankfully, the gossipers in your town did not suspect the two of you at all. with extreme carefulness and instinct, the two of you manage to hide your relationship from everybody.

and occasionally, he would steal a kiss from you when it's late and no one was nearby. this always never fails to make your stomach feel like there's a whole sanctuary of butterflies dancing inside.

"i did not even agree with this thing you're saying." back to the present, satoru has been nagging you constantly about this late night walk he's been excited about.

"but you did not disagree, either. So, i guess now that I'm here, you could make up your mind?" satoru planted his hand on his cheeks, looking at you so innocently.

did I mention that he was still literally dangling outside? like his feet were still planted on the roof that he climbed just to be here in your room.

"what if we got caught?" you mumbled, slowly walking back and forth, a habit of yours whenever you feel anxious.

"oh sweetheart, come here." he made you kneel by the window. his warm hands made you feel secure as he cupped your face, looking dead straight in your eyes.

"listen, you know that i would not do anything that will put you in danger, am I right?" you nodded, making satoru smile before planting a small peck right in your nose. "if we ever got caught, which i don't think will be happening in this current situation, i would be fully accountable and i would face the consequences alone."

"don't say that." your eyebrows immediately submerged into a frown.

"say what?"

your fingers reach for his face too, delicately caressing every inch of the face you love. "it's unfair that it would be only you who is at fault. i now want this too. don't taint your name alone with the mistakes we both make." there's a hint of pain and upset in your voice, which did not go unnoticed by your lover.

satoru immediately places a kiss on your forehead to cease the frown forming in your frame. "hey. i'm sorry, okay? i didn't mean to invalidate you. i just want what's best for you." he noticed your tense muscles suddenly came to loose, kind of relieved from what he said to you.

"you're the best for me." you let out your sweetest smile that even ants might get diabetes. you could also see your satoru blushes as his cheeks in your palm suddenly become more warmer and the tip of his ears are visibly red.

"ooh~? someone's blushing?" you teasingly said. the gentleman in front of you chuckles as he takes your fingers and kisses all of your fingertips.

"mmh…i am, indeed." his voice is so sultry that it was your turn to blush—maybe harder than he was earlier.

the couple giggled to each other as they continued to exchange endearing words and sweet little kisses. teenage love is really sweet. for sure when they grow up, this kind of memory would be stamped permanently in their brains.

"this might sound cheesy to you but whatever, i'm just going to say what I want to say."

"alright, but first, why don't you come inside? i'm worried you might get a cold from hanging out there…"

"eh, this is more convenient since you're coming out with me." he just offered you a thumbs up before proceeding to his next speech. you waited for him patiently with a gentle smile decorating your lips.

"as i was saying, whenever you would run your fingers through my hair as we watched the lights of the city go wild, you kept your eyes to me—only to me. at first, it feels wrong but you make it enough just to make it right."

"because i never thought that i would end up with you. a living goddess, a saint, a careful daughter—you're way too opposite of me. but, whenever i see you smile, i...i can see the sparks fly."

"i remember it all, that summer afternoon of July 7th—you held my hand and led me towards the staircase of our classroom building. you whisper my name ever so slowly and softly, and then you say you love me. god! that made me get so captivated by you, everything blooms like a fireworks show."

his blue eyes dived deep inside your own, swimming further as he got lost by your warmth. it held pure praise and adoration for you, and only you. every inch of his body screams that you only own him. That applies the same to you as to satoru.

"so, my love, would you like to go out with me?" your lover lends out his hand, encouraging you to join him into a reckless adventure. with tears slowly formulating in your eyes, you manage to let out a contented laugh—clearly touched by his confesst.

"do I really have to say anything when you literally told me a while ago the reason why you have decided to stay there by the window is that it is more convenient since you're coming out with me?"

satoru blushes slightly. "oh shush! don't make me embarrassed and just say your answer."

your eyes disappeared as you gave her your signature eyed smile, something you would only do when you feel extremely happy.

"whenever there's you, i will always follow you."

"is that a yes?" sometimes, your boyfriend is a big mood killer with his stinky ass jokes that make you want to throw him into the ocean and feed to those little fish who need his nutrients.

"do you not hear what i have said?" your eyes squint over his mischievousness.

"said what?"

this mother—

"okay, i changed my mind. goodnight." without a second thought, you turned your heel away and started to lay down on your bed.

"wait! No, no ,no! my love, i'm just joking—like really! i am just so happy you accepted my offer." you saw satoru struggle to stop you through your peripheral vision, it makes you smile but you remembered that you're annoyed, so you stop yourself.

"hmph! let's just go, we still have class tomorrow." he smiled at your answer before helping you to sneak out through the window.

mumbling some careful words, both of you successfully touch the ground without making any noises. a harsh wind of the night blew within your skins, as you were only wearing a thin fabric of your nightgown.

"here. good thing i bought you some of my extra hoodies." you grin at your boyfriend's caring attitude as he even helps you wear it.

the walk around your subdivision is just perfect and calming. just you and satoru, walking hand in hand, swaying your collided hands occasionally. the moon and the stars above are twinkling, serving as your light along with the light posts near the sidewalk.

"i've always wanted to do this, walking alone with you. i like it that it's just the two of us, i could kiss you anytime i want." you punched his arm weakly and told him to cut it out, but satoru was serious with his words.

"i love you—"

*drip*

"it's raining? damn, i should've checked the weather first." you man mumbles under his breath and was about to pull you to the nearest shelter when you held his hands. stopping, his blue eyes trailed at you with confusion.

"let's just stay here for a while."

"but baby, you might get sick."

"i won't." you let out a laugh as you pull satoru in the middle of the road, inviting him for a waltz. his hands slowly trail on your curves as you wrap your arms around his neck.

two eyesights are swimming to each other's gaze, drowning themselves with love and neverending adoration.

both of your foreheads are leaning to each other, still swaying and hands are clasping. satoru blew a peck on your nose, he could feel the coldness from the rain—but it was just right because of how the distance of your bodies brings warmth to each other.

"y/n, can i kiss you?" satoru's blue eyes bore into your own orbs, filled with extreme love and adoration towards you.

"you don't have to ask me." answering with the same loudness and softness, you smiled at your lover.

gently, satoru adjusted his grip on your waist before slowly capturing your lips with his. the dynamic rhythm of your kiss matches the dampness of the rain, creating a romantic air within your vicinity.

this is perfect. you couldn't ask for more, he couldn't ask for more. once again, teenage love is indeed very sweet when you're with that one memorable person. in this case, you and satoru are that memorable person.

who knew that a sinner and a saint had this fascinating chemistry?

©luvvixu2023

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk satoru #jjk #jjk x reader #luvvixu #fanfic #fluff #anime #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo fluff

[fiveredlights]

we should be worried i’m listening to moon song by phoebe bridgers and thinking about maxiel…i’m giving it twenty seconds before i can think of a fic to write (i lied i already have a plan for the fic if you wanna hear it, if you don’t too bad it’s here)

okay so it starts with maxiel breaking up around 2021/2022 or 2018 i haven’t decided yet, but i wrote a bit that i think sums up with they broke up:

“I would’ve given you everything,” Max says quietly.

He knows. Daniel knows it so deeply. “You were a kid and you looked ready to spend the rest of your life with me.”

“Don’t call me a kid.” Max bites back, angry and hurt. He’s digging his fingernails into the palm of his hand and Daniel reaches out to unfurl them, like he used to do a thousand times when they were younger. He regrets it, instantly.

He forgot how much he liked holding Max.

The world always seemed a much quieter place with Max in his hands.

i can’t decide if it’s max or daniel who calls it off, because i think the whole reason daniel would call it off is because how scared he is of max—in the sense that he would literally do anything for him. daniel probably wouldn’t know what to do with that so he does what he has always fallen back to and it’s to run. max, i can’t think of a reason rn but that’s a future me problem.

anyways cut forward to the future, daniel’s back at red bull etc etc he retires in 2026/7. but during this redbull s2 stint they start falling back into old habits. they’re not together, far from it but it’s so achingly reminiscent of their relationship in the beginning. max is also dating someone else during this time and daniel knows if he said anything max would break up with them in an instant, so he’s very careful to draw these lines.

max’s wedding is in 2028 and daniel’s invited because of course he is (and he attends because he loves to hurt himself.) you know that part where it’s like “if anyone has any objections speak now or forever hold your peace” daniel is looking at max who to his horror is looking right back at him. like he’s daring him to say something. nothing happens, they get married and it’s probably the final breaking point for daniel, he can’t still be thinking about max a decade on. he goes radio silence and moves back to perth.

2030, max divorces his wife and shows up in perth unannounced. daniel closes the door on him because he knows what max is here for. a couple hours later he opens the door to leave and max is still there on his veranda. it’s a bit pathetic, daniel thinks—but he takes pity on him and lets him in. they argue, they fight, max still tells daniel he loves him and it hurts so much. for the words to come out so easily like they’re still people with absolutely nothing left to lose. then max hears a baby crying and the floor falls beneath his feet. he very tentatively follows daniel, to where he’s bouncing a baby in his arms, trying to get her back to sleep.

it’s there for the first time where max realises (for the first time in his life) that daniel has always had the option of moving on. he did, so why did he feel like daniel couldn’t? and max does what daniel to him ten years ago and he runs. he leaves, has to start properly closing the chapter on daniel ricciardo. he sits in his airport rental car on daniel’s driveway and wonders where did it go so wrong for them. he sits there for a good thirty minutes before daniel knocks on his window and sits in the passenger seat next to him.

and for the first time in probably three years daniel talks. he talks and he talks and he talks. he learns that it’s just daniel and his daughter. she’s about three months old. tentatively, slowly, max reaches across the console to hold daniel’s hand. daniel allows him.

they can’t be the same people they were ten years ago, but they also can’t start from the beginning. they’ll start in the middle, relearning everything about each other. it’ll be slow, it’ll hurt but they’re together now.

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this whole thing revolves around these lyrics:

And if I could give you the moon / I would give you the moon / You are sick, and you're married, and you might be dyin' / But you're holdin' me like water in your hands

this will literally take me 6+ months so like daniel ricciardo trying to lower everyone’s expectations about the performance of VCARB—don’t hold your breath….

#please scream about this with me in my ask box i can’t stop thinking about this #moon song verse #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #maxiel #wip #f1 fic

[azurevi]

i wanna hold the hand inside you

characters: leona, vil, malleus

summary: where you don’t have pretty hands, but your beloved likes to hold them anyways

note: sometimes i feel insecure about how my hands look, what with the seemingly permanent chipped and uneven nails, hangnails and writer’s callus (as if it’s not totally my fault-), but it’s nice to imagine that there’s someone who doesn’t mind them :)

Leona

You have callused hands? So does Leona. He’s often too lazy to take care of them, even when the harsh winter makes the skin a bit dry. All the time spent playing Magift doesn’t make the situation better.

He also has scars here and there, marks that persist despite the passage of time. Some were careless mishaps, some bore memories of his younger, desperate self who bothered enough to strive to impress those around him.

Not to mention his unique magic is literally turning things into sand. Even with gloves on, his palms still gets cracked and scaled after using it.

And yet, you don’t seem to mind at all as you pick up his hand in public, melting whenever he cupped your face between his palms, reacting closely to his fingers’ mindless touches.

Similarly, he doesn’t care that your hands aren’t smooth and perfect and unblemished. All he knows is that they’re the same hands you use to run through his mane when he’s fast asleep in your lap. They’re the same hands you use to trace his features when he refuses to wake in the morning, the same hands that settle in the dip of his waist as you stir in your sleep. Most important, they’re the hands that love every part of him, both outside and inside.

In return, he adores your hands down to the very detail, from the jagged hangnails to the crooked contours of your fingers. They’re all part of who you are, and he finds solace in the knowledge that you are able to love each others’ imperfections.

Vil

Your hands are among the first things he notices about you— he’s always believed that the condition of one’s hand speaks a lot about their character.

He attempts to take care of them for you, especially if you have bad habits like biting on your nails. It’s not that he doesn’t like them, just that it’s healthier to keep them clean and manicured.

Even if you have hobbies or work that compromise his efforts, he doesn’t give up. He takes time out of his own skincare routine to massage your hands, applying some of his most of his effective hand creams and lotions, making you join him when he exfoliates his hands every week.

When winter arrives, he stuffs a moisturizer into your pocket everywhere you go. It’s the same one that he uses, so you often find your palms smelling like him even he’s away.

And don’t try to dismiss his efforts, he’ll be irritated. All he wants is to look after you, especially if your hands are something you’re insecure about. It’s his way of showing how much he loves you.

Malleus

Malleus loves your hands.

He loves your hands when they’re working, fingers flicking the edges of notes before turning them, grabbing the neck of a potion jar, toying with a pen when you’re deep in thought.

He loves your hands when they’re having fun, gripping the end of the broom as you soar into the sky, clapping when you’re enjoying a good show, placed against your lips as you watch something in awe.

He loves your hands for their mysteries, the story between each scratch, the worry that causes the uneven nails, the culprit behind the spiky skin sticking out of your thumb.

But most of all, he loves your hands when they’re loving him. He loves them when you reach out for him unconsciously, fingers tightening around his for reassurance. He loves them when you pull his face into a kiss. He loves them when you blow him a kiss from a distance. He loves them on his shoulders when you slow dance with him.

He is captivated by your hands for all they are, and it doesn’t matter how they look. They’re to him the world, the galaxy, the infinity beyond it, and in them he finds security, comfort, and home.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #sie writes

[delicatesoundofthunderr]

Lock-up ~ Chapter 1

{Charles Leclerc x Reader}

Y/N L/N is the new hope of RedBull. Though, her start to the season could’ve known some better days. With RedBull’s pressure, her dad’s reminders that she is only here because of him and Max’s behaviour, Y/N has a lot on her mind.

Someone she used to know seems to notice, but can’t decided wether or not to help.

Read to see how this all unfolds ❤️

hope yall enjoy!!

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I changed a bit of things in F1 to make this story work, therefore Perez does not exist anymore 😭. Also the calendar is different, and I made the reader Canadian but her dad's Italian.

The story will be both present, and past for flashbacks and explanations.

Heres a short diagram of the teams Charles and Y/N have been in.

Charles Y/N

2018 (F2): Prema Dams

2019-2020 (F1): Sauber Racing Point

present (F1):       Ferrari RedBull

This fanfic includes all the good stuff, from closed proximity to forbidden love, you guys won't ever be bored 🤭

Enjoy!!

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Present Day -  Spain GP, race #7

" And it's a red flag here in Spain... Who could possibly- Oh and it's Charles Leclerc and Y/N L/N who have crashed!" the commentator's voice boomed through the speakers.

Both cars were immobile in the gravel pits of the circuit, with Charles' front wing stuck in the wall.

" For those of you that are new to Formula One, let's just say these two have made it a habit of constantly fighting each other since the start of the season... once in a while resulting into both of their DNFs," The other commentator continued.

" What a fucking idiot. Turning into me like that, what the hell was i supposed to do?" Y/N complained in her radio.

" If she keeps pulling stuff like that she could literally kill someone, including herself. When will she learn to control herself?" Charles screamed in his team radio.

Both drivers got out of their cars without a scratch, and the glare they gave each other through furrowed brows must've been the most intense part of the whole crash.

•••

It wasn't always like this. Battling the other dangerously, loathing stares, and hateful speeches.

Two years ago, when you were with Racing Point and he Sauber, you and Charles were inseparable. People went as far as saying you guys were dating, but that theory was quickly shut down since at that time Charles had a girlfriend and you were seeing someone.

You guys had formed habits together, but the most important one was skiing in the Alps in the off season.

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2 Years Ago -  Italian Alps

" Where do you think you're going next?" you ask Charles on the chairlift.

The beautiful and vast Alps were mesmerizing to look at from the chairlift, but Charles had his eyes somewhere else.

" I think we should go... Hörnli." he says, with a determined look on his face.

" Not the ski slopes idiot, the next F1 team you're joining," you laugh.

Skiing and hiking the Alps was your tradition with Charles. It was your third time doing it by now.

" Oh my god I'm so stupid. Well Ferrari have reached out, so if I have the opportunity I'm definitely taking it. What about you?" he watches you carefully.

" I don't know yet. I should know soon though." You added with a smile that quickly faded.

" Don't worry, There's definitely a big team that has you in their sights." He said, flashing you a smile. " Imagine you end up in Ferrari with me!" he added hopefully.

" Oh I don't think you could handle me beating you every race." you teased, shoving him slightly.

" Oh, You wish! Still... I must admit you're the toughest opponent I've had... yet." he smugly added.

His compliment had caught you off-guard.

" You really think so?" you questioned with a cocky smile. " I'm touched."

" I said yet, and with the cars that we have right now. We'll see when we're in bigger teams." he challenged.

" You didn't specify cars..." you teased.

" Oh shut up," he chuckles, hitting you with his ski stick.

Your laughs could almost be heard echoing in the vast mountains of Italy.

Then, you signed with RedBull.

•••

The tension began at the start of this season, ever since Charles joined his dear Scuderia and you RedBull.

Ever since the Canadian Grand Prix.

Charles' selfish action had cost him his already fragile friendship with you. He wanted to get back at you for what you did to him in Monaco. He let his greed cloud his thoughts, but perhaps there was another emotion present in his thinking...

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Past - Monaco GP - race 1

Y/N POV

I had to prove myself. Being the only woman on the F1 grid put a suffocating pressure on my chest, because I had to be perfect no matter the occasion. On and off track.

Winning this historical race meant winning everybody's respect. Especially my dad's. He would have no other choice but to hug me tightly after the win, right? Surely he wouldn't have any reasons to be disappointed in me?

I was both eager and scared to find out. My dad  only wants the best for me, but he sometimes struggles to show it. Still, I wouldn't ask for anything else. His severe teaching is the only reason I'm here.

•••

30 seconds before the lights go out. I close my eyes and go over the track in my head one last time before taking in as much air possible in my lungs and letting it go steadily. I tune out every distraction around me and look up without blinking.

Two cars in front.

Lewis on pole and Charles following.

The red lights are on... and off.

I don't have an amazing start but I manage to keep my position. The first few laps require the fullest of my concentration because of Monaco's tight corners and every car being close. I finally hear Ryan (my engineer) telling me to slow down and keep a good pace.

That was until Lewis made a mistake, leading to Charles and I passing him. There was only Charles in front now. No, not Charles. A car.

I was simply looking at a red car who, by team orders, needed to be passed.

And so I attacked. Trying to push the ferrari into making a single mistake, one I could benefit from.

The ferrari in front was incredibly good at defending, and my heart started to beat faster. There were only a few laps left. I had to win, I needed to win.

My impatience got the best of me. It pushed me over the limit, and I was the one that made the mistake. I didn't brake soon enough.

A bit of smoke is all I remember before disassociating from the moment. I fucked up. My dad was never going to let me forget this. What was the media going to say? I ruined both my race and Charles'. Not even one of us was going to celebrate tonight.

My stomach ached so much. My head was spinning. I saw two hands reaching out to me and helping me up from my seat. Was it Charles? Maybe he forgives me. He had to.

I opened my eyes and saw the ones of a worried marshal. He set me down and my eyes instantly searched for Charles'.

I found his eyes glued to his car, then they finally met mine.  The look in his eyes made my heart drop. Hatred. Hatred I created.

I knew I couldn't run up to him right now, But I had to speak to him. We've had our conflicts on-track, but they never lasted long off-track. This time was different.

I start to walk away, and then looked up to lock eyes with my father's. Disappointment. My heart pinched and anger rose in me.

•••

After the race I searched for Charles everywhere and finally found him by the stands, walking alone.

"Charles!" I call out, half expecting him to walk the other way.

He simply stopped walking and looked at me expectantly.

" Listen I'm- " But he cuts me off.

" Y/N you don't have to say anything. Racing is racing. You shouldn't stop yourself from attacking just because I'm the one in the car in front." he said, rather coldly.

I felt so relieved to hear that. I lifted my arms up to hug him, but he quickly took ahold of my wrist. He closed his eyes, and gripped my wrist tighter.

"Just... Expect the same in following races." He said, opening his eyes with a piercing gaze.

He let go of my wrist gently and turned his back on me, leaving me all alone.

What the fuck. What did he mean? His anger would probably dissipate before the next race, like it always did. Like he said, I shouldn't just stop overtaking him to make him happy.

•••

The media ate me alive, and it made me even more frustrated. First race for Redbull and this is what happens...

I make my way out of the interview room and see my dad. My throat starts to close.

" Terrible start, terrible attacking, and overall shitty race. This isn't the result of my teaching, is it?" he coldly states.

"No." I mutter out.

" What? I couldn't quite hear." he says.

" No, it's not! It's my fault entirely." I say truthfully. This was not a good example of my driving and even less of my dad's guidance.

" There you go." my dad says, patting me on the shoulder.

•••

Past - Canadian GP - race #2

Y/N POV

I qualified like shit for my home grand prix. P6 because my car had a problem, and if it wasn't enough, Charles was P7 behind me. I'll show him that his little speech didn't scare me and it was childish of him to menace me with his words.

The race was tight. I had managed to get up to P3, but Charles was very close behind. I defended him fiercely, and for a moment I thought I had it. That was until his "tires locked up" and he hit my side. Both cars were able to get back on track, although Charles ended up passing me because of this. It didn't matter. I fell down to P8 and finished the race with a disappointing P7. I was fucking fuming.

" What the hell is wrong with him? He got a penalty for that right?" I complain in my team radio at the end of the race.

" Um, unfortunately Y/N, there doesn't seem to be any penalty taken from ferrari's part." Ryan tells me.

"WHAT?" I exclaim.

How was that even fucking possible? Did me and the FIA see the same crash?

•••

The post-race interviews were now happening.

" Y/N, I'm not trying to jump to conclusions, but that move pulled off by Charles seemed intentional. Any thoughts?" the interviewer questioned.

" Yeah I think it says a lot about him," I stated angrily. "What happened in Monaco was a mistake and he had NO right to ruin my home race in return. Him not getting a penalty is also very surprising. I'll never forget this childish act from both Leclerc and the FIA." I replied, pissed.

" Those are harsh words coming from your mouth, L/N. Yet, I think this could be the start of a new rivalry between Ferrari and Redbull. Do you?" the reporter continued.

" Definitely." I firmly said.

•••

You met Leclerc on the way back to the RedBull garage.

" I can't fucking believe you Charles, Monaco was a mistake but this? This was on purpose. You did this just to prove what, exactly?" You voiced, irritated.

Charles' expression was unreadable. He seemed at conflict with himself, trying to figure out what to say.

"I think," Charles paused. " I think we should keep our distances from now on."

Your mouth fell slightly open. After all you guys had done together, the strong bond you guys had created?

" Oh, don't worry about that." You stated angrily, storming off.

•••

Present Day - Post Spain GP - race 7

You felt disappointed after today's race, like any other race that finished badly. You loved your team so much- the team that had taken you in after only a year in F1, the team that constantly supported you... Although recently you could see their trust in you falter. You couldn't help but feel like you let RedBull down each time you made a mistake, like you felt with your dad.

Max ended up winning, so you congratulated him and gave him a quick hug that didn't go unnoticed by a certain someone.

Max was like a literal brother to you, having a similar character to yours and the same dad experiences.

" You really gotta stop targeting Charles like that, Y/N. The team won't like it, and I like you, so you better stick around and stop holding grudges." Max joked.

" Mate did you see the incident? I swear he turned into me!" you retorted, eyes wide.

" Yeah..." Max chuckled, not convinced.

" Oh my god just go on the podium already." You annoyingly said, giving him one last tap on the shoulder.

Max left while laughing, and you were left smiling alone. You didn't want to listen to him when he said you should stop holding a grudge on Leclerc, but a part of you knew he was right. You should definitely focus on the championship, since a gap had formed between you and the leaders. This definitely stressed you out, with your dad's constant high expectations and the team slowly losing hope in your talent.

A sudden pair of eyes found yours in the crowd.

Leclerc's eyes had a new look in them, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. You simply furrowed your brows and looked away.

~~~~

Quite a long chapter to start with, and i think the following ones will be shorter. Also this was copied from my wattpad, so if theres any mistakes im sorry hahaha

Hope yall enjoyed 💞

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #max verstappen #redbull #ferrari

[moonshynecybin]

[regarding my latest Rosquez and because the idea came when I saw your tags on that text post] Austria 2023 (10th GP of the season, first Sunday race Marc finished last year), Marc going to Vale on Sunday night and asking him for something to smoke (“Oh, come on, don’t make this face, you’re Valentino Rossi, of course you can get whatever you want wherever we are in the World”)

Anyway, they end up sitting next to each other, passing the blunt back and forth in silence until Marc says “Everyone’s making a huge deal of the fact I finally finished a race on a Sunday but the only reason I finished is because I didn’t push. Not pushing put me P12. I don’t race to finish 12th.”

Valentino also asks him if he’s started thinking about his options and Marc chuckles, asks him “Why? You’re offering me a job?” and Valentino laughs, half-evades the question with something like “You deserve a good bike, everybody deserves to see you at your best”.

If Marc gets cold, I think there is a chance that Valentino wraps his arm around his back.

Marc does not let his head fall againt Valentino’s shoulder.

marc genuinely not knowing where to get weed and going to valentino is so funny… save me dirtbag… save meeee

i think marc going to vale is also insane in this context bc marc was crashing alllll the fucking time then like notably more than usual not even finishing races just a miserable time. and then he goes FINE i will have to be content with mediocrity bc constantly crashing like that isn’t sustainable, but he’s also probably so MAD and frustrated about it bc he’s never been content with mediocrity in his life!!! so like. marc is most likely in an insane headspace here wrt his overly competitive little brain. truly i think the way he sees it, his two options are both intolerable: injury or mediocrity. because winning is not an option. hell world. leaving for gresini but not quite ready to let go world.

so he’s like. keyed up here. anxious and trapped results-wise in a situation that is just as painful as his arm injury but for entirely different reasons. and going to vale about it is insane bc divorce but! i could see him being desperate and not being popular or comfy enough in the paddock to know literally anyone else with drugs (and anyone else that he is a. in love with and b. able to relate to about specific ass sporting woes. literally you can’t fix this one with a surgeon buddy you need the DOCTOR.) so he reaches out again like he so often does…

HOWEVER !! i think this situation is also fucking BANANAS from vale’s emotional standpoint. like even outside of being his nemesis’s weed supplier (truly i think some part of him is like GOD okay needs to chill out so fine i’ll give him some pot. like perhaps no one else on earth has needed a hit more), it’s crazy in the context of vale’s myriad theoretical complexes about marc’s riding style. like. insane for him.

so it’s going fine until marc brings it up to him maybe after a few puffs. they’re like loose with weed and giggly (and a little unconsciously handsy. somehow marc’s head IS on vale’s shoulder but that’s just bc it’s cold and he fits there. and weed. no other reason dwai.) and!! maybe vale is relaxing into it. letting marc lean back against him and remembering how uncomplicated this can be. thinking about marc’s pink cheeks that first time he took a hit off of vale’s joint back in 2014, and how he’d teased vale for thinking he would cough. but marc shifts a bit, chewing on his cheek, clearly working through some residual stress. and he brings it all up bc he needs advice about his dogshit situation and vale is literally the only yardstick he will EVER measure himself with, but vale reads it as him almost like. asking vale for absolution concerning his riding habits and the risks he takes. which is something vale at this point can under no circumstances give him. because he’s stillllllll terrified he’s going to lose marc. so he pulls away and marc’s side is suddenly cold and it implodes from there…

#vale starts very sweet like you’ll be okay you need a better bike :) thumb on marc’s shoulder. #and then marc says smth clumsy about needing to crash and injury and vale gets um. some not good associations. #callie speaks #motogp #asks #rosquez #this was the ask i almost answered with the weed meme if anyone was curious #also scheduled this to post while i’m asleep. for whatever reason.

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Decompression

After a rough day of hard work, Thomas needs some TLC.

18+ gender neutral reader

Totes don't have a breeding kink lol

How he managed to work in that fucking heat, you had no idea.

Texas in the summer was hell. Literally hell. Like Satan had too many hot wings and now had diarrhea kinda of hell. The only reason you stayed in Texas was the cannibalistic family that had taken your dumbass in.

And, well, him.

The tall, large hunk of a man that had saved you from being the next Sunday dinner. It was your kindness and pure dumb luck that he found you first.

Thomas loved you like no one else ever had.

Emotionally and physically

He was so gentle for someone his size. Almost to gentle. And despite your insistence, he always kept it that way. He didn't speak much, but his eyes always told you why.

He was big.

So big.

He didn't want to hurt you. Any sort of penetration that you had was always a process. His tongue, his fingers, some sort of lube and then you were good to go.

You supposed that you should have been grateful for his care. Any other person that you were ever with would just stick his dick in.

You sat on the porch swing, watching Thomas chopping wood. A surge of lust shot through your body. His tan skin, dripping with sweat. The muscles underneath rippling with each swing. Your fingers twitched against the splintered wood, as you eyed him appreciatively.

There's no one else there.

Hoyt and Monty are gone, off to some hole in the ground, sketchy casino that had just opened.

(Well, it called itself a casino, but you were pretty sure other activities went on there)

And Luda May, bless her heart, was having a tea party with Henrietta. You were supposed to go with her, but Luda didn't want to leave leave Tommy alone in the heat.

(He had a habit of overworking himself)

There's no one else there.

You stood up, cupping your hands over your mouth "Hey, Tommy!"

Thomas looked up at you, his eyes smiling. You smiled fondly back "Baby, why don't you come inside? I'm going to make some iced tea for you!"

Thomas gave the axe one last swing, sticking it a log. Another jolt of lust shot through you. He clambered up the stairs, obviously exhausted. You placed your hand on his shoulder, pushing him inside "I don't know what Hoyt thinks you're accomplishing here, choppin' all that wood. We don't need any more heat. "

You lead him to the couch, watching him sit down with a huff. You leaned over, brushing his hair away from his forehead "How bout you take off your shirt, okay? Cool off a bit. "

Thomas looked up at you, hesitantly peeling off the sweat soaked material. You almost groaned, watching as more and more of his hairy, broad chest was revealed. Clearing your throat, you headed back towards the kitchen "I'll make you a glass of tea. You want some lemon? Or strawberries?"

Thomas held up two fingers, signaling the second option. You smiled back at him, placing the frozen fruit in the glass.

Bringing it to him, you watched as he removed his mask. You laughed "Remember that first time we fucked and your mask got stuck in my hair? "

Thomas's already flushed cheeks grew brighter, his hand reaching out to swat at your bottom. Giggling, you sat down next to him, leaning against his side.

“You know, I could always get you off right here, right now.”

Thomas choked on his drink, hurriedly setting the glass down. Once he regained his composure, he turned to glare at you. You shrugged "What? No one else is here. You've been working so hard, I just wanted to reward you. "

Thomas grumbled, but he didn't push your roaming hand away. You traced your fingers over the growing bulge in his pants. He shakily began to unzip his pants.

You grinned, sliding down off the couch to the floor, kneeling. You waited patiently for Thomas to fish his cock out, while you rubbed his legs "Take your time, baby. We've got allll day. "

Thomas's fingers stilled, before reaching out to stroke your face. Leaning into his touch, you watched as he finally freed his throbbing cock. Groaning, you took it gently in one hand and gave the sides of his shaft slow, long licks. 

Thomas's hips bucked, his hands placing themselves on the couch. You looked up at him with a shit eating grin before kissing his tip and sliding him past your lips, your mouth forming a ring around him.

Thomas's hand shot up, gripping the back of your head, guiding it up and down his shaft. You bobbed your head along him slowly at first and your cheeks hollowed as you sucked. Slowly, as not to choke on his enormous girth, your mouth slide further and further down, until the tip of your nose met the curly brown hair.

Thomas let out a sigh, his dick pulsing against your tongue. He let out incoherent praise, punctuaed by breathy moans. You felt your eyes begin to water and, regrettably, brought your mouth up and off his cock. Thomas brought your head up, pressing his lips against yours.

Standing up, you pulled your short and underwear away, fingers brushing against your own throbbing sex. Straddling him, your hands grabbed his wet cock, bringing the tip of to tease at your hungry hole. Thomas whimpered, impatiently bucking his hips up.

"Ah-ah-ah." You smirked, teasing him "Patience is a virtue, baby.

Thomas growled, suddenly standing up with you in his arms. You squeaked as he tossed you down on the couch, realigning his hard cock with your hole. Your smile grew wide, as he finally pushed his cock head into you.

Thomas's growls turned into groans as  into you at an almost cautious pace. Locking your legs around his waist, you pulled him in closer. His cock bottomed out inside of you, and you relished in the feeling.

Looking up at your lover, guilt flashed through your heart at his own guilt-ridden face. Bringing your hands up to his face, you cooed "Shhh, baby. I'm okay, it's okay. I'm not made of porcelain, ya know? "

Thomas's fingers moved across your body to play with your sex, and you both groaned at the feeling. His hips began to move, slowly at first. Soon, they slapped against yours, filling the room with the sounds of skin hitting skin.

Thomas impatiently ripped his mask off, bringing his lips to yours. His tongue moved against yours, curling around the muscle. You groaned as he suddenly sucked it, watching as a trail of saliva followed when he moved away.

With smooth motions, Thomas would thrust his cock into you to the hilt, pull out several inches, and thrust you again. All the while, his fingers moved deftly against your sex, bringing you closer to climax.

You gasped and your back arched and your inner walls spasmed and contracted around Thomas's cock. His own thrusts became frenzied as he fucked you through your orgasm, turned on to the point of painful by the sounds of your gasps and curses.

The contraction of your muscles around his dick became too much for him.

Thomas went to pull out, but was stopped by your whimpering voice "No, no, no. For fucking fucks sake, Thomas!"

You locked your legs around him again "Come in me. Fucking please! F-fill me up, mark me from the inside!"

Thomas let out a guttural moan, thrusting into your heat one last time. His hot cum filled your hole to brim. The excessive amount of cum flooded your insides, spilling out of your hole and staining the couch below. His thrusts continued and his hands still worked your sex.

Tears flowing from your eyes, you felt yourself growing closer to another orgasam. You raked your nails against his skin, leaving scratch marks in your wake "O-oh, fuck! T-tommy!"

Your eyes rolled back into your head "S'good! Your s-so goooood- Fuck!"

You came again, gripping on to Thomas for dear life.

Panting and shaking, you watched as Thomas pulled his cock from your abused hole. He reached down and grabbed his shirt off the floor, using it to wipe his seed spilling out of you. Throwing it over his shoulder, he gathered you in his arms.

Sighing with contentment, you snuggled against him, placing a kiss on his neck " So, wanna do that again sometime?"

SMACK

"Ow, okay! Just asking. "

There was a moment of happy silence.

"Soooo, is that a yes or no?"

#thomas hewitt x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher smut #thomas hewitt smut #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt fanfic #gender neutral reader

[themoonstarwarrior]

Well, I haven't seen the episode yet, but since it sounds like BloodMoon is refusing to be saved, imma go ahead and share the idea I mentioned to @twinanimatronics about how Sun could've possibly reached them.

Obviously BloodMoon wont sit still and listen so this scenario has Sun use star power to trap BM just like old moon did to him with Moon on standby to come in once the 5 minutes are up.

Basically, Sun asks them WHY they kill and hurt people and BM brings up the main three reasons: they enjoy it, they dont want to be a tool, and they hunger. Since literally none of the protags have actually asked, Sun would be surprised that theres more than the first reason and interrogate to get to the bottom of it. Cuz what Sun realizes is that BloodMoon doesnt have any deeper motives or desires because of their eternal hunger. Their ENTIRE existence has circled around violence to satisfy their hunger. They get used to satisfy their hunger. They enjoy the rip and tear because it stops the hunger.

They have always been a tool to the hunger.

So Sun offers the one thing that no one has: what if they get rid of the hunger?

BM is confused cuz all they've ever known is the hunger, and Sun has to dig the point home by explaining how they can keep killing but it'll come back, and probably stronger. They could kill everyone and everything but then the hunger will come back. And the only thing thatll be left to kill is each other.

And THAT freaks them out, because that is the only thing BloodMoon stands to lose is the brotherhood. (And while BM1 would probably race about lies and trickery, BM2 cant deny the logic)

So with BM actually realizing how their hunger endangers them, and Moon at this point just WAITING to finish them off, Sun lays down the ultimatum. Since no change of heart can happen if all they've ever known is hunger, Sun/Moon/Solar can try and remove it to and see if the twins can be rehabilitated, otherwise Moon ends them then and there.

And I love this idea so much!!! It addresses the REAL block that BM has that hasnt been brought up since that one episode where they kill the anime girl. We get to keep BloodMoon, since the creators went to the trouble of bringing them back and giving them a new model so it'd be a lil annoying if they just ended up killed again. It acknowledges how much BM has been used and brushed aside while admitting that there hasnt been much else to them. And you could have a whole rehabilitation arc, with everyone healing and BM given a real change and actual honesty, since god knows no one is gonna be mincing words. And I imagine their blood-hunger being removed ends up like the Ruin Virus a bit, where getting rid of it cuts down a LOT of the more sadistic urges. So the boys get a mostly-tamed but still-pretty-fucking-insane BloodMoon Twins that basically is just the feral crazy guy that hangs around Animal from Muppets lol and idk stays with Monty cuz hes more easygoing on the violent habits and they need to NOT be anywhere near the daycare.

And maybe I'll watch the episode and be alright with it, but it just sucks cuz this would work SO GOOD and I know the showrunners wouldn't do it. So now I've had to make this fucking long ass post and y'all hafta deal with it.

And maybe someday I'll write a drabble this and the other SAMS scenes I've imagined...

So yeah, sorry about the rambling and shit. I hate how emotionally involved I get with this show that I love. And I'll go ahead and tag @garbagechocolate out of obligation X)

#god this fucking show #thank you ceph for letting me rant earlier #apparently this needed to be released into the void so hopefully its not a bother to everyone #tsams #sams #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show #fnaf bloodmoon #sams bloodmoon #tsams bloodmoon #moonstar wont shut up

[imightgetbetter]

our first kiss

ahhhhhhh. hi. it's me. this is so weird. i haven't been nervous to post a story like this in years. probably because it's a totally different fan space and group and all that. there's a first time for everything. i have a whole idea for a series of things i want to write, we shall see if they come to fruition. for now, here you go. just a little something. (this is literally the smallest piece of writing i think i've posted in seven years). have fun <3 happy reading!

Outside, everything is quiet in the simplest of ways – the honking that usually busies the streets has subsided, just a few passing cars beneath them, the lights flickering and the occasional yell or holler from someone on the street echoing around the seemingly empty avenue. One light is shining from the bedroom where the landing leads to, and you can hear a faint grunt and murmured swears as your darling company finally makes his way back to the metal escape. His hand is clutching the neck of the guitar you purchased for his birthday, the back of which is decorated in an array of randomized drawings that somehow felt fitting for him – a carton of cigarettes, a mouse with a cookie, a rose that looked awfully similar to the one you have dried and pressed from your first date. Mouth nursing a cigarette, he teasingly pulls it from your lips as he settles against the railing, the guitar now settled on his thighs and his worn-in notebook propped open with a pen. He reaches for the lighter, cupping the fire around the end until it’s lit and ashy with his inhale.

His hand lays on your knee and squeezes it gently, lovingly. “Can’t have you picking up a bad habit from me, darling. Already have too many of those.”

“You were once a bad habit, you know,” you say, peering at him through hooded eyes masked behind wire-framed glasses, the light from your computer lighting your face. He smirks, shaking his head without saying a word, simply basking in knowing that a bad habit had turned into this, into sharing an apartment in a city you love, into late nights on the fire escape, creating your art together, art that is often about each other, even if you don’t know it. And he doesn’t know it, that the collection of essays being stored in your hard drive are about the lessons of being in love, lessons that you learned with him.

His eyes flicker from where he’s strumming at the heart of the guitar to you, a smile printed on his features that you know well – the smile that comes from your favorite bottle of wine at dinner, a stray glass or two in a shared bath. “Am I still a bad habit, my love?”

“Only when you distract me from my work,” you say, nudging your knee into his calf, a smile toying at the corners of your lips as he nudges you back.

His eyes trail from your eyes to your lips to where your fingers are working diligently against your keyboard. “How far have you gotten today?”

“About halfway into this essay,” you hum, leaning your head to the side, trying to get a peek at the lyrics being scribbled into the notebook. “How’s the song coming?”

“Good, I think. Question for you actually,” he says quietly, aware of the sleeping neighbors and easily disturbed animals surrounding the apartment. He waits for you to nod, closing your laptop quietly to give him your sole attention. “Our first kiss, where was it again?”

“Matthew.”

“In my defense, love, we’d had many drunken kisses before I’d actually kissed you sober and well-intentioned.”

“Are you trying to tell me the other times were ill-intentioned?”

“Yes, I am, actually. I was eighteen, darling. There are no good intentions at eighteen.” His eyes soften when you giggle quietly, the hardened expression washing away from your features as you hum knowingly, and a tiny smile begins itching at your cheeks. “It was during that holiday we took during Christmas. I remember that.”

“Walmart, I think,” you say, the memory suddenly feeling a bit hazy and out of touch. “You’d come to visit me for the holiday break because I couldn’t fly home. I was sick, I wanted a puzzle or something to do while I was stuck alone. You’d grabbed the one I wanted, and I kissed your cheek.”

“I turned my head, and I kissed you,” he says surely, interrupting your recollection of the memory. His smile as he told the story warms you from your head to your toes. He doesn’t need to say that he loves you for you to feel so. “I knew I was going to get the nastiest flu of my life, but I didn’t even care.”

“I yelled at you for kissing me. I didn’t want to get you sick, even though that was a bit of a lost cause considering we were sharing a bed while you stayed with me.”

“And that’s why I kissed you, again,” he says proudly, reaching for your hand and tugging you towards him. You know exactly what he wants you to do, and you do so easily. Closing your laptop, you maneuver yourself over the small space, settling between his open thighs. His arms circle around you, the guitar settled on your thighs, your head laying against his chest. He presses his mouth to your head, “I wish it hadn’t taken so long. I feel like I got years stolen away.”

“Hm?”

“Us, you know?” his murmurs, gently strumming the guitar and leaning his head on your head, humming a melody that surely just came to mind. “I wish I would’ve just moved with you.”

“I don’t,” you say quietly, leaning forward and turning to face him, your hands reaching to cup his cheeks and bring his eyes to meet yours. “I don’t because I love seeing you live your dream, and that wouldn’t have happened if you moved with me. All this happened like it was supposed to, you know that.” Matty’s eyes are pouring into yours, the deepest amounts of love washing over you. “Not to mention, if we weren’t apart, we wouldn’t have like, the best love songs to ever exist.”

Matty laughs, rolling his eyes as you lean your head forward, your nose brushing against his. “I want you with me all the time, you know that?”

“I know.”

“I want so many things with you.”

“And you can have them,” you say, brushing your lips against his ever so slightly. “I’ll be waiting, ready to go.”

#matty healy #matty healy fic #the 1975 #the 1975 fic #love it if we made it series

[ranaissingle]

In My Mind

Masterlist Summary: Reader exists in the same circle as Austin and has been head over heels in love with him for years but she never speaks up over the course of their friendship until a new years party. Rating: T Word Count: 2.1 k ( I swear this was meant to be a short whip I have no idea what happened)

Warnings: Unrequited love lol (can you tell I'm feeling angsty?) A/N: Hey girlies, it's been a hot minute haha. School kinda got in the way and then I had to learn (for the zillionth time) that men ain't shit (besides our lord and savior Austin Butler of course). I quite literally have no inspiration so please do send me some requests. I'm thinking of doing another angst fic about Hanahaki disease... How do we feel?

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When Austin told you he had started dating Vanessa Hudgens you felt like you wanted to die. Yes. Die. The world seemed to close in on you as he continued explaining how they had met and how he had asked her out. Each word was another knife in your throat and every admission of his love for her tore your heart into smaller and smaller pieces.

But you sat there and listened. You listened as he detailed their first kiss, their first date, his confession, and hers to him. It took each ounce of self-control to not get up and scream. Scream at him for not knowing how you felt and scream for the heart that had broken.

But you kept your mouth shut. You helped Austin plan all the valentines day dates, the birthday trips, and each anniversary date. Every single thing he had done for her and every girl he had been with since had been painstakingly vetted by you. You were happy to help him, but the fact that all your preparations were for another girl was a hard pill to swallow.

Everything came to a head when he started dating Kaia Gerber. She was beautiful. in every way imaginable she was conventionally attractive. Her skinny legs, straight waist, and small hips made you want to collapse in on yourself. She was perfect in every way. She was everything you were not. Tall, skinny, and beautiful.

Austin was smitten. He had developed a habit of dating skinny models and he had yet to break it. You were anything but surprised when she caught his eye when he asked you if you had her number, when he took her out for the first date, and then eventually when they started dating. It was routine for you now.

He would meet a girl, become infatuated, date her, dump her, then move on to the next one.

But at least you stayed constant. You had been constant for well over a decade at this point. That was more than any of the other girls could say. So you were content, until the New Year's of 2022. It was December 31st, 2022 and Austin had just broken up with his latest fling and had elected to spend New Year's as a free agent. You had never really had a date on new years because your previous relationships always ended before the fateful day or started after. You had grown accustomed to accompanying the same leather chair in the corner of your living room while you watched your friends with their respective partners mingle about your house. You sipped champagne as you watched couples drunkenly sway together as the countdown began to draw dangerously close to midnight.

1 hour to midnight

You spotted Austin out of the corner of your eye and you felt the iciness in your heart melt when he smiled at the people he spoke to. He was in the middle of a group of 4 other people yet still looked ethereal. His hair shone under the kitchen light and the crinkles around his eyes made you want to run your fingers over them.

You watched him. You watched how his lips moved. You traced his figure with your eyes until you reached his hands. His fingers picked at the cuticles of his nails. It was his nervous habit. He always resorted to picking at his cuticles whenever he was around people he didn't know well. It had led to many last-minute manicures before photoshoots to help deal with the redness it left.

30 minutes to midnight

You slowly pushed yourself off the comfortable chaise and made your way over to him. Maybe if you were with him he would feel so nervous, and it could save you from a last-minute call to the nail salon where you had to beg for an opening. You slid in next to him and smiled at the people around him. They barely looked away from Austin to greet you, but you were fine with that. Austin was the star, not you. You slipped your hands in his hand and tugged it behind your back to keep it out of view from those around you.

Austin thrived off of physical touch. He needed it like the air he breathed. Whenever he was feeling nervous or overwhelmed being enveloped in a hug from you or even just having your hand in his was enough to calm the nerves and allow him to breathe. Austin looked down to where you were pressed into his side.

You knew him so well that even from across the room you knew he needed grounding. His chest swelled with pride for a reason he couldn't quite pinpoint. His conversation with those around him continued without a hitch and when the countdown started to broadcast on the TV, they all made their way to their respective partners leaving you and Austin alone at the kitchen island.

15 minutes to midnight

You kept Austin's hand clasped in yours as the countdown numbers descended. Neither of you planned on moving or letting go. The warmth of his hand reached places all over your body and practically heated you up from the inside.

7 minutes to midnight

Austin leaned his head down to whisper into your ear, "If I didn't know you better I'd say that you end up single on New Year's on purpose." You heard the smile in his voice.

"Do you?"

His brown furrowed together, "Do I what?"

You matched him with a grin of your own.

"Know me better." The half tilt of your head made his stomach churn.

His laugh was smooth and boisterous. He brought his other arm around your shoulder to bring you closer to his side. Your heart slowed as you relaxed into him and abandoned your unnecessarily alcoholic drink on the kitchen counter.

5 minutes to midnight

"Hey." Austin's voice cut into the still air of the room. His eyes were trained on the TV and you looked up at his jaw as you waited for him to finish his sentence.

"Do you… do you wish you had a date? For New Year that is." The question caught you off guard and you twitched as you pressed into his side.

"uhm, I-I. I gues-" You stuttered when you couldn't seem to form a cohesive response. Your heart started to accelerate again and your breaths came out in short pants.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself once more to better be able to form a cohesive sentence.

"Well, I guess no one wants to be alone on New years. But that is just how it always seems to happen." You paused a sudden feeling of bravery came over you. The most likely culprit of such a feeling being the alcohol.

"And the person I would like to be with is almost always in a relationship during the New Year." You focused your gaze on the suddenly very interesting kitchen tiles. You had previously told Austin about someone that you had a crush on for years. You had tried to keep it yourself but Austin tended to pry when it came to matters of love but as much as he tried to wrangle the information out of you about who it was, you had kept tight-lipped and unwavering in your resistance to respond.

"Oh?" His eyebrow quirked up as he looked away. It seems he had also taken a sudden interest in the wall decor you had across the room.

"Is this the same guy you've told me about before?" His voice was deep and his throat bobbed as he spoke.

"Yes, it is actually. The very same."

"Haven't you been into this guy for years Y/N?"

"Yes, I have."

"And you are still into him? Why? He is the stupidest man in the world if he hasn't noticed by now." His chuckle was low but you could tell he didn't actually find it remotely funny.

You looked up at him and wished that he would understand from your eyes that you were talking about him, that you were in love with him.

But you had been in love with him for nigh over 10 years and the dolt had yet to come to any significant realization regarding your feelings so there was no use hoping for something like that now.

"Well, I would stop loving him if I could, but as soon as I feel like I can get over him, he does something that has been crawling back." You shrugged lightly and took another sip of your drink before placing it back on the counter.

3 minutes to midnight

"And it doesn't help that he is my best friend." You were skirting around the dangerous territory with that statement. You knew you were. But you were so tired that all the previous reservations and rules you had so painstakingly followed, disappeared.

Austin's eyes widened in confusion.

"Best friend? You have another best friend?" Austin was too slow for his own good.

You shrugged before replying, "Nope, I only have one best friend."

He let out an exasperated sigh

"So I'm not your best friend?!" Your eye twitched.

"No Austin. You are my only best friend."

"So who are you in love with?" Your fingers twitched. You were going to strangle him.

"I am in love with my one and only best friend."

Silence

Austin tensed next to you and you awaited the sting of his rejection that you had spent the better part of the last 10 years preparing for.

2 minutes to midnight

The silences echoed in the room despite the growing cheers of those around you. The timer was steadily counting down the seconds and you wanted to vomit.

The bile rose in your throat when the counter reached 30 seconds. Awaiting his rejection was arguably worse than the rejection itself.

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You pushed away from him. His previously comforting warmth had twisted something in your gut and now you wanted to vomit.

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His hand traced your back as you slid away before it fell back to his side. He stuttered out a "W-wait."

But you didn't want to

3 Austin yanked you back until your face was back in his chest and his arm was around your waist. He moved his head into your neck and pushed his nose into your hair before taking a deep breath.

2 Your breath caught when he pulled your head away from him to look into your eyes. 1 He kissed you. He kissed so hard you could have sworn you had fireworks behind your eyes. His hands were everywhere. Crossing your neck, cupping your hips, and splaying across your back. He kissed you until neither of you could breathe anymore. You wrenched away from each other and gulped down large breaths of fresh air.

His hand shakily pressed against your cheek and you looked up to meet his eyes. You didn't want this to be something that only happened because it was the heat of the moment. You wanted it to mean something to him. You wanted him to love you the same way you had for years. You didn't want this to be mean nothin-

"I love you." You had the timbre of his voice memorized. You knew it was Austin speaking but you still looked around you dreading the possibility of him not speaking to you.

But your face was still cupped in between his hands and his eyes were on you.

your eyes were wide as you looked at him You felt stinging and then a prick of tears in your eyes. They fell slowly down your cheeks one by one and Austin kissed each of them away.

All at once you need him on you all over again. You had gone years without so much as a kiss on the cheek from him and you would be damned if you continued in that fashion.

So you pulled his lips hard against you and kissed him until your lips were numb and swollen, and even then you didn't want him off of you.

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well, this was probably shitty so forgive me. It has been a while since I posted so figured I needed to back in the groove of things haha. I think I might do a professor x university student Austin fic next so watch out for that lol.

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