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venusbby · 1 year

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post it, or don't ♡

characters/pairings: itoshi rin x reader

warnings: one cuss word lol, not proofread sorry if there's any typos!!! have a good day people.

✿ summary: your tired boyfriend is not a big fan of your spam account being filled with his overly cute photos.

"stop that—"

"stop what?"

"you're taking pictures of me."

"im not, rinnie."

you definitely were.

how could you not take pictures of him when he's sprawled out on top of you like a house cat?

although he was trying his best not to put all of his weight on you, it was impossible to control himself. especially when his body was quite sore from his new workout routine.

rin was unusually clingy today, his exhaustion was responsible for that. initially, all he needed was to lie down on the bed and let his muscles rest against the mattress— but then he realised you were already there, scrolling through your social media.

he just couldn't say no when you opened your arms and called out to him with that soft voice of yours, and he had already started to dream of the satisfying feeling of your hands running through his hair by that time.

and that's how he ended up with his face nestled in your neck and his legs tangled with yours, much to your enjoyment and his instant regret when you clicked on the camera icon and watched the mess of the dark green hair that tickled your cheek.

he didn't realise anything at first because his eyes were closed and he was actually considering falling asleep right then and there. however, the clicking sound of your phone was enough to make him groan and hide his face further.

but your laugh was so soft yet contagious, right next to his ear, and he was holding onto that one string of hope that you wouldn't record a video of his immediate complaints.

"babyyy, say hi!" you said while doing the exact thing he didn't want you to do— recording a video. it was so fun to get on his nerves sometimes.

all he could do was give the side of your bare hips a light squeeze as he tried his best to speak quietly so the video wouldn't pick up what he was saying. "you make me fucking miserable."

your cheeks hurt from how hard you smiled. "alright, okay. i've got my pictures, im satisfied. i'll leave you alone now."

rin slowly peeked up when you placed your phone on the bedside table and shot a glare as you looked down at him. "you're not posting that. i'm tired of seeing my face on my own feed."

"yeah! totally not posting that."

"y/n." it's become a daily thing for him to use your name in that warning tone. "not even the paparazzi post as many pictures of me as you do."

you rolled your eyes. "it's because i'm your biggest fan. just one?"

"no."

"rinnie, pretty please. you just look so cute. gosh, you look even cuter right now." you tried to soften his edges a bit, feeling your chest implode with love because God, your boyfriend was so effortlessly cute. especially when his tired eyes were covered with his dark strands.

all you got in return was a grunt and rin was back to burying his face in the crook of your neck. he really didn't have the energy to deal with your weird ways of convincing. he just needed sleep, and you— he had both of his favourite things now.

you knew he granted you permission once he stopped, or more like gave up, and thanked him softly.

rin hummed as your hands ran over his neck and shoulders and lightly pressed his stiff muscles. a massage to top it all off, your boyfriend was quite literally seeing stars.

"squeeze harder," he mumbled, exhaling slowly when you did as he told you to.

"so, you've been working out."

he didn't respond, waiting for you to say something more related to that as you pondered while pressing your thumb into his skin to ease out the tension.

"don't i deserve a photo or two?" you proposed, a shameless grin on your face when you heard your lover make another noise in annoyance.

"maybe if you don't post that video," rin said, planting a quick kiss against your warm neck as he continued, knowing he had found a good solution. "i'll send you some."

and a few days later, you realised that it was a pretty good deal.

fjskfjskfndmcndkv. this is all i have to show. bye fellow rin enjoyers.

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chuuyascumsock · 9 months

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Hop On That Delulu Train Bestie || Minors DNI

Summary: HOOOLY S H I T. WHY. DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF? May you all find peace one day and cure your chronic horniness and delusions for men who would never want you irl <3 (Just like me fr). Anyways, this has been sitting and gathering cobwebs for weeks now, but I’ve decided to finish it in honor of chapter 109. Keep being delulu babe.

Tags: Dazai Osamu/Reader, Afab reader, Soft Dom Dazai, Fingering, Cunnilingus (Why Is That Such A Silly Word), Pussy IS Therapy Ig, He Just Seems Like An Avid Pussy Eater Idk, Would Definitely Use Your Thighs As Earmuffs, Sorry Y’all Don’t Get The Dick <3, I Was Too Lazy To Turn This Into A Full Smut.

The quiet hum of a low light lamp buzzes through your ears as your eyes flicker over the words to the page mindlessly. Reading was boring, watching television was boring, everything was boring.

You look over to the clock on your nightstand and let out a loud sigh. Nearly midnight and he had still yet to walk through the door as he usually does and smother you with sweet nothings and soft kisses. Your gaze falls back onto your book, the romance novel glaring back with the most dull descriptions and irritating plot. You shut the book, tossing it aside as you groan and knock your head back against the headboard of your bed.

Picking up your phone that sits on the nightstand dresser, you note the empty screen with no obnoxious texts from a certain brunette. It was almost worrying not seeing his name on your lock screen with a bunch of random emojis spammed next to it. Unlocking your phone, you re-read your last text sent to him nearly two hours ago— asking when he’d be home.

You start to wonder if he’s late because of another failed suicide attempt, but you quickly let the thought pass when you finally hear the front door open. It closes almost silently, muffled footsteps growing closer to your room. Your eyes focus on your door frame as Dazai finally steps in, his clothes disheveled and hair messy.

“ ‘Samu…” You murmur, slightly taken aback at his appearance.

His warm brown eyes travel over to the bed where you lay and a small smile curls onto his lips as he shuffles over and climbs onto your side of the bed, his face and upper body planting atop of your legs. He heavily inhales before exhaling, his hot breath blowing against the skin of your thighs. Subconsciously, one of your hands makes its way into his hair and begins to comb through his tangled tresses. His arms wrap around under your legs and lock them in place.

“My love…” He whispers back, his body relaxing on you as his feet hang over the bottom edge of the bed. He kicks his shoes off and allows them to thump to the ground.

“You didn’t answer my text, something happen?” Your brows scrunch together in concern.

Dazai sighs, pressing a light kiss against your thigh, “My phone was in my pocket during a shoot out and it was sadly destroyed.”

You wait for him to make a joke about wishing the bullet went through his skull instead, but it never comes to your surprise. “Oh… Well, I guess we can go look for a new one tomorrow then.” You finish unknotting his hair with your fingers as a moment of silence settles over the both of you before you add, “I’m guessing today was rough then?”

He hums in return, enjoying the way your hand runs through his hair affectionately. “Kunikida made me do my paperwork,” He pouts, his chin coming to rest on your thighs to look up at you.

You briefly laugh, patting his head before speaking with a mock-sympathetic tone, “Aw, my poor baby…”

He huffs, burying his face back into the plush of your thighs, “You don’t sound very genuine, that’s very mean you know… He’s always bullying me around.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, knowing full well that whatever shit Kunikida gives Dazai— he deserves every bit of it for his shenanigans. You’ve only met him a few times as well as Dazai’s other co-workers, but it was safe to say that if anyone was being bullied— it was that poor bastard, Kunikida. “Oh, really? And you don’t bother the hell out of him until he loses his shit?” You stop running your hand through his hair.

Dazai gasps, overdramatically, of course, “I would never! Kunikida is my respectable co-worker who I value and treat with the utmost—“

“Then why do I get calls from him begging me: “For the love of God, please come get your terrorizing bastard of a boyfriend, I can’t do it anymore.” Huh?”

Cue another gasp, “You’re talking to other men?! Kunikida no less!?”

You roll your eyes, “It was originally because he called me to come get you every time you decided to take a dip in the canal, now it’s a complaint hotline for you.” You poke an index finger against his forehead firmly.

“Owie…” He brings a hand up to rub his forehead, bottom lip jutting out.

“You’re a handful, you know that?” You grumble, staring down at him, “I deserve a medal for putting up with your shenanigans.”

“Isn’t my love enough?” Dazai whines, making puppy eyes at you.

A sigh leaves your lips, “Yeah… You’re lucky you’re cute.”

His lips quirk up back into a smile and he nuzzles his face back against your skin, placing small kisses to your thighs.You don’t really keep count, but it takes a few pecks until he gently nips at your thigh.

“Hey—“ You squeak, pushing at his head which causes him to chuckle, “You’re doing that on purpose.”

The kisses on your thighs grow sloppy before he moves his arms from around your legs to nudge them apart, his body fitting between your legs. He quickly maneuvers your thighs until the backs of your thighs press against the tops of his shoulders, arms wrapping around your legs to keep you against him. “What? I’m just getting comfortable, my love.” He plays off innocently, his cheek squishing against one of your thighs as he looks up at you.

Your brows furrow, heat crawling up your neck as you glare back suspiciously, “I know what you’re doing.”

“And is it a bad thing?” He chimes back, going back to kissing your thighs.

You shiver, feeling his wet lips leave a trail of saliva to air along the insides of your thighs, “You know I’m—“

“Sensitive? Yeah,” He trails off with a noise that sounds like a groan mixed with a hum.

At this point, you feel a tingle crawl up your spine and warmth spread across your face. A fuzziness begins to form in your mind as his lips grow closer to the edge of your sleep shorts.

He pauses when he gets to your shorts, his face pulling away and his hands coming to tug at the hem of your shorts. “Want these off,” He mumbles, pulling at them.

You’re quick to lift your hips and slip your shorts down your legs, Dazai’s hands fumbling along yours to throw them to the side. He buries his face between your legs once more to press his lips along your inner thighs until he reaches your underwear. His face pushes forward until his lips press against your cunt and nose nudges your clit through the thin fabric.

A strangled moan passes your lips as he meets your flustered gaze, and although you can’t see his mouth with it pressed against you— you can tell he’s smirking through his eyes.

He softly breathes in before placing a searing kiss against your clothed pussy, causing your thigh to slightly twitch in his grasp. “I missed this pretty little pussy— haven’t tasted it in days,” He groans before bringing a finger to pull your underwear aside and reveal your glossy folds to him. His gaze is greedy as he parts your folds with two fingers, mouth watering at your slicked insides.

“Don’t stare…”

“Awe, but I can’t help it— looks so good,” Dazai breathes out before leaning forward to slip his tongue flat between your spread folds, licking up to your clit to collect your taste on his tongue. “Tastes good too…” He groans, lapping his tongue through for a second time, “I could spend the whole day eating this pussy out until you’re quivering and begging for me to stop.”

A strung-out whimper escapes your throat as you watch him. Heat burns the nape of your neck, the dizzy feeling hitting you twice as hard as your eyelids lull.

Dazai is shameless in his sucking and slurping of lips and tongue against your dripping cunt as loudly as possible. He doesn’t hold back any of his needy groans and muffled whimpers as he tastes every drop of arousal you have to offer. He strains painfully against the confines of his pants as he holds back the urge to fold you in half and fuck you on his cock until your drooling cunt is filled to the brim with his cum.

His tongue delves into your tight hole, the warm muscle wriggling against your clenching walls before sliding out. After repeating the process a few times, he moves to suck at your throbbing clit, sighing at the way it pulses against his tongue. There’s a small ‘pop’ when he pulls away reluctantly to replace his mouth with his lengthy, thin fingers.

“I love the way you squirm under my touch— drives me crazy— you know that?” Dazai grins before sinking a finger into your wet hole.

An airy gasp leaves your lips as you try to move away from him in surprise, only to have his grip tighten around your thigh with his free hand. “ ‘Samu, I—“ Your fingers clench into the sheets on the bed.

“I know, my love— feel good?” He borderline coos, eyes glued to the way you sucked his finger back in with every pump. “I bet it does, your fingers just don’t reach like mine, do they?” He adds a second finger, his digits curving into your gummy sweet spot.

Your hips involuntarily buck in to meet his thrusting fingers, your pussy squelching around his lithe digits. He leers at the obscene image of your sweet cunt swallowing his fingers down to the knuckle with a lewd moan.

“Good girl, keep fucking yourself on my fingers like that,” He croons, leaning forward to suck at your puffy clit again.

Surges of pleasure rampage within you as you clamp your shaking thighs around his head, grinding your aching pussy against his mouth and fingers. “M’gonna come, s’too much—“ You whimper.

“Come on my tongue— wanna feel that pussy clench around my fingers,” Dazai muffles a groan against your sensitive clit which has you coming undone and vehemently shivering from the feeling of your climax.

Dazai slides his fingers out of your pulsing hole and presses his tongue against your drenched pussy as you ride out your orgasm— his tongue not missing a single drip of arousal. He sighs quietly when he’s finished and pulls away, your bare sex covered in merely his spit now.

With your chest heaving from the aftermath, your head weakly shifts to watch Dazai sit up on his knees and hover over. “ ‘S-Samu…”

“Shh, I know, my love,” He laughs softly— and you think he’s going to redress you before cuddling into you like he usually does, but he doesn’t. Instead, his hand trails down to unzip his pants, the tip of his pre-cum leaking cock peeking out of his waistband. He pushes both his pants and boxers to his mid thighs before stroking his hard cock.

“You’re tired, so why don’t you just lay back and let me fuck that pretty pussy to sleep, hm?”

#dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #dazai smut #bsd smut #devious dambi smuts

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sofs16 · 3 months

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poke - ln4

— not proofread… lmk your thoughts :) pairing lando x brunette petite!reader

it was your last night in spain. you had travelled for the winter break, visiting your friend. there wasn’t much on the agenda for tonight considering it was 8pm, but you stumbled upon the casa battló.

you impulsively bought tickets and waited in line for around 5 minutes, taking off your black trench coat, leaving you in a black tank top, jeans, a black belt, and your worn out converse shoes.

for the last 30 minutes you admired the architecture of the house, lingering longer than the group you had joined in line.

the little hallways were a two way one. you pulled your hair into a messy bun while adjusting the audio wired headphones given as you passed by a group of 4 guys, specifically fixating on a particular cute curly haired boy, for no more than a second. your face felt hot as you glanced back to see him getting shoved by, who you assume, is his friend.

making your way up the stairs, you held back. mindlessly looking at the stairs, awaiting their arrival. it was pathetic, and a little high school girl attitude but you didn’t care. it was your last night in spain! it wasn’t hard to miss the loud laughs of the guys as they made their way up the stairs. you franticly snapped a photo as the curly guy looked up at you and you continued your way up the stairs, spamming your best friend who shouted at you via text.

you leaned your body on the wall beside you as it got a little crowded, leaving the stairs to be occupied. you felt your ears hot, seeing the curly boy in your peripheral just behind you.

you tried your best to pay it no mind and press random buttons on the audio tablet given but you felt your bag moving.

it was clutched in between your arm with it being a little thick with 3 cameras stuffed inside. with your headphones, you heard the guys laughing.

curses were going through your mind, thinking they were probably laughing at you. “poke, pok, poke, pok” you heard behind you, feeling little pokes through your bag.

you grumbled, making your way up the stairs, clutching your bag closer. no way were you going to maybe get pickpocketed on your last day.

you quickened the pace, reaching the 2nd to the last floor. they remained right on your tail.

there was a room with garden vibes and you stopped at the entrance to read the plaque with information when you felt something get tangled in your hair

you turned your head a little to see the curly boy holding his headphones up high, wire tangled in your bun. he was much taller than you, making you look up. you quickly stared at the floor as he delicately detangled the wire.

your heart was beating out of your chest as he was no less than a step away from you, touching your hair. you chewed on your lip “sorry” he said sheepishly and you smiled, quickly walking away, mouthing a ‘what the fuck’ to a random stranger.

him and his friends were right behind you as you climbed up the tiny stairs. you walked to the other side, slipping your coat back on.

glancing behind, you saw them drinking by the mini bar and you closed your eyes, exhaling. you took a seat by the ledge and just stared at the city.

setting your bag and phone down, you searched for your camera, pulling it out, before taking a few shots. you glanced at the boys, sitting a few tables away from you, and the curly boy was staring at you.

you gulped and shoved your camera back, grabbing your bag, before exiting the rooftop in a hurry.

go home, go home, go home, go home was your chant.

you reached in your pocket and stopped in your tracks. “fuck.”

LANDO — 2ND POV

“mate, just say hi” max f. nudged lando, who was clearly staring at the brunette girl. “no! that’s weird” lando tore his eyes away “your loss” he shrugged, walking over to daniel and martin.

he couldn’t help but stare at her through the window that showed a glimpse of her at the stairs. the group made their way up and somehow, he was just behind her in the stairs.

daniel smirked and poked your bag lightly, looking at lando whose eyes widened, slapping danny’s hand. “hello??? poke, pok, pokey” daniel grinned at lando when your head tilted a little “literally poke her back and talk to her” the aussie whispered and lando pondered.

but the stairs moved and you did as well. he sighed, moving up as well.

daniel grabbed lando by his black button up shirt and whispered “‘accidentally’ get your headphones stuck in her hair” “daniel, mate—“ before he could finish his sentence, daniel shoved him towards you, lifting lando’s headphones and you turned to look at him.

lando fumbled with the wire, being so close, and muttered a sorry in embossment. his heart sped up as you smiled at him, but you walked away.

he did not do that for nothing. he quickly caught up, being behind you in the stairs again but when he made it up, you weren’t anywhere to be found.

letting out a sigh, him and the guys made it to the bar when max nudged him, once more, pointing lando to you sitting by the end.

his mouth gaped open as you pulled out your camera. a girl who likes photography.

he looked at you, from his table, watching you tuck your hair behind your ears and look up at him. he resisted from looking away but before he knew it, you were gone once more.

“well you’ve missed your chance” martin shrugs, taking a sip from his beer as lando groans. “Lando! she forgot her phone” daniel rushes to the table, grabbing your phone. lando’s eyes lit up but the guys tapped on your home screen.

“Okay, a photo of a building, no boyfriend, that’s good” Daniel said “That’s the Sagrada, dumbass” lando stuck his head in the middle of max and daniel, holding your phone. “how do we return it?” “Let’s go down and check if she’s there”

the boys ran down the stairs and maybe accidentally bumped into many people but they made it outside as you panted, running from the block. you and lando exchanged eye contact and he held up your phone

“can i pay you guys? you just like— saved my phone” you looked up at them “no need, but you can go on a date with lando here” daniel shake’s lando’s shoulders while he turns a deep shade of red, like you.

“a date?” you whispered, in disbelief “i-oh- if you want to! like- no pressure.. at all” lando shrugged

“i mean.. i’d love to but my plane ride is tomorrow” “where to?” martin asked “england, home” as soon as those words came out, the boys all looked at each other

“what?” you asked after the looks exchanged “i live in england” lando said and your ears turned hot again “funny joke” you laughed awkwardly, shifting on your feet “no i really do!”

“the flight is no problem, if you aren’t busy, i’ll even refund you! just go out with our friend here” daniel smiled widely and you looked at them with skepticism. oh what the hell. “sure”

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user4 is that lando norris?!?! user5 OH MYOG LANDO FOLLOWED HER WITH HIS JPG ACC.

user6 THEYSO CUTIEEE user7 shes so beautiful damn how did norizz pull

landonorris i love you, silly🧡

note based on what happened to me last night in spain :,) excl the part i interacted…. was kinda just brain dumping here oops

#lando norris imagine #landonorris #f1 fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando imagine #lando 4 #lando norris x y/n #f1 imagines #formula 1 #social media au

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wave2tyun · 3 months

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pillow talk

pairing: taehyun x reader

genre: suggestive?? it's nothing explicit but i wouldn't call it fluff either cause it's just a makeout sbdsbshd

summary: more taehyun brainrot (i'm insane.)

warnings: none<3

word count: 0.6k

a/n: here it is, just as promised!!!!😼😼💖 sorry if it seems like i've been spamming lately- i'm gonna go back to uni in less than a week so i'm kinda trying to make the most out of my free time until then sadbahjb cause i don't know how active i'll be after that :( also this is completely off topic but i JUST found out the game burger shop 3 has been released.........it's downloading right as i'm typing this.....guess i might be busy over the next few hours

his hands were all over you- coming from cradling your hips to stroking down the skin of your thighs, gently gripping the muscle as he further immersed himself in the feeling of your lips on his. he couldn’t get enough of it- having you tangled up in his sheets every night, with no other priority on his mind besides losing yourself in your warm embrace.

parting slightly, you lingered with your lips hanging open, still touching against his, yet not returning to closing the space.

“wanna go slow?”

taehyun’s eyes were still closed as he heavily exhaled, answering you.

“don’t be a tease, sweetheart”

but he waited patiently, caressing the curves of your hips, hair already a ruffled mess. your fingertips traced the outline of his lips slowly, in an almost tantalizing manner.

switching to lean in closer, you pressed a peck so quick it could barely be called a kiss before you nibbled on his lower lip, provoking him further with your tongue as you lightly brushed it over his lips, yet not turning to do anything more.

“just kiss me” he groaned, at which you let out a small laugh.

taehyun felt his cheeks go red, it wasn’t usual for him to act with such transparent greed. his desire was beginning to feel insatiable- it was a struggle to contain it.

“you’re too impatient-” you began to mutter, but taehyun reconnected his lips with yours, kissing you right through your words.

that tenderness of yours- it was such sweet agony feeling you touch him so slow, teasing the fiery longing burning within him. who would have thought that a mere two centimeters could be so maddening?

now that he had convinced you to give in again, he cupped your face, holding you close. his lips moved against yours in a slower rhythm than before, taking his time to feel you, to pleasure you, careful so that you wouldn’t pull away again and leave him hot and heavy chasing after you. he turned further into a mess the more you bit his lips, the more your tongue glided past his, the more he felt the heat of your mouth.

out of breath, you pressed your forehead to his for a few moments before moving to graze his jawline with your lips. you dipped your head down to reach his neck, all while your left hand caressed the skin along his nape, switching between lightly scratching with your nails against his scalp, and tugging at his hair.

the more you nipped at his neck, the more he felt himself becoming slightly feverish; low hums and soft praises escaping whenever you took your time biting down a certain spot.

“fuck- do that again” the words escaped in a mellow tone.

“do you like it?” you asked teasingly, pausing your movements.

“don’t stop” he pleaded urgently. it’s not just that he wanted more- he needed more. he needed to feel you closer, to feel the heat from your lips completely coating his body, settling and nibbling on his bare skin.

“keep going, baby” he urged you on.

his chest heaved underneath you, and you could feel his heart thump in expectation. he couldn’t just stay still, his fingers were brushing over the expanse of your back, roaming around your shoulder blades then down your spine, and coming to settle on your waist underneath your shirt. in a mixture of desire and anticipation, he threw his hair back, releasing a soft sigh- no matter how much your lips brushed over his, no matter how many times you explored his body, he could never cease craving more of your touch.

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pricesbeltbuckle · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/honestlyhiswife/738465618711412736

This! This as well!! Please!

I know I'm just spamming your asks now.

Forgive me. 😭😭

"Just a one-night stand? Really?" - Ghost/Price

I’m SOOO happy people are spamming my inbox please don’t apologize and I am actually sorry the other owner of this acc with me is swamped with other irl stuff so I’m trying to get to as many as I can <3 I think you wanted Ghost for this but this also suits Price I think!!

Pairing: Ghost x GN! Reader/ Price x Gn! Reader MDNI

Warnings: Mentions of one night stand, other than that fluff.

Price:

You woke up with the most horrific pounding headache and the light from the window did not help. And then you took a good look around... This is NOT your room, it was some random guy's room and you scanned it carefully trying to recall what happened the night before but all you remember is getting really wasted.

You checked your phone and saw a text message from your friend asking if you were okay but you didn’t have the energy to respond and apparently not the muscle to either seeing as you were tangled up in this guy's arms.

You slowly started to try and get up as you slipped out of his arms and walked to put your shoes and jacket on. He started to stir awake and turned to face you.

“We didn’t do anything...Right?” You asked him as You got a good look at his face and Your jaw dropped. He was surely handsome but also seemed like he was older than you.

“Mm well, you did ride me for a while...Otherwise, no nothing else, come back to bed.” He grumbled at you as he opened his arms for you to lay in. “Sir, I don’t even know you-” “You knew me well enough to ride me just come lay down, please. I’ll explain everything later.” He then sat up a little and ended up pulling off your coat as you slipped your shoes off.

“Oh- okay well I guess it couldn’t hurt I have nowhere to be.” You said softly to him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Mhm..I don’t want this to just be a one-night thing so we can talk when I fully wake up.” you were shocked to hear that from a man you had just met but you decided not to argue about it and just went back to sleep with him.

Ghost:

You woke up with a slight pain in your legs and a little headache, the room seemingly dark. You checked your phone to see it was 9:12 AM but the room you were in had black curtains so no sun was peeking into the room...Wait…This isn’t your room?

You silently panicked as you turned around to see a broad man's chest in your face and you jumped back a little. “Shit.” You thought to yourself as you tried slipping out of his arms he just clanged tighter as you looked up at him.

“If you’re gonna ask, yes we did have sex. Now stop moving, I'm just trying to cuddle you.” “Sir-?” “We can talk later can’t you just enjoy the moment, cause you seemed to enjoy a whole lot last night..” He interrupted and it shut you up quickly as you looked up to see who the mysterious man telling you this was.

WOW. He looked to have blonde hair and scars on his face with a little face stubble. He was handsome and oddly had a comforting look on his face for a man You had randomly hooked up with. You tried to move up more but your legs were so sore you winced in a bit of pain.

“Ow..” “Hm? Oh. Here let me massage your legs.” He slowly raised you up so he could reach your legs as his calloused hands massaged your soft and tender skin. You felt a lot better no doubt.

“We’re definitely not keeping this as a one-night stand, you’re far beyond too pretty for me to try and let go of.” “I- okay I don’t know what to say, what's even your name-?” “Shh, just let me take care of you, it’s Simon. We’ll talk later.”

AHHH I LOVED WRITING THIS!! Def gonna try and write some more as I'm also in a different state right now but I'm not too busy so I could probably write a lot more, please send in any requests <3!!

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hey-kae · 2 years

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Secrets He’ll Keep

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader

Storyline: Charles finds himself struggling to control his reaction when you call him late at night, drunk and crying into the phone.

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating.

Sidenote: No one asked for this but i’m in the mood to write angst and no one is requesting any. I’m sorry in advance ‘cause this was painful to write.

Any other Saturday, the roles would’ve been reversed and you would’ve been the one repeatedly calling Charles to check if he made it home safely from whatever party he’d be at. For the first time in a while, your monégasque friend was the one sitting anxiously in his apartment, furiously checking his phone to see if you had gotten back to any of his 10 missed calls. With every passing minute of silence on your side, his head got more tangled with unpleasant thoughts and the tight feeling in his chest worsened. It had passed 1 AM and he still hadn’t heard from you, not even a short reply to the nearly endless string of texts he had spammed you with. It worried him sick. He’d understand that you were possibly still at whatever party you were at but he wasn’t at ease knowing that you had been offline for that long, especially when the two of you texted non-stop, even when you weren’t home.

“Come on! Please, pick up.” His anxious state had gotten into him, leaving him in his state of despair, alone in his room at 2AM, begging the phone to let him hear your voice.

“The number that you have dialed is not available at the moment.” The robotic voice talked back to him.

“Fuck!” He cursed and threw the phone onto the bed before he fell back against the mattress himself, wishing he had asked you where you were going.

Sitting there with a heavy head and racing thoughts, he started blaming himself for the state of misery he was in. He should’ve know better. He should’ve set clear limits for himself the minute he felt his heart flutter at the sound of your laughter the first time. He should’ve stopped himself the second he started feeling like he wanted to rip you out of your boyfriend’s arms. But no, he had convinced himself for a while that his reaction was just because he thought you deserved better, only to realize the truth about his feelings months later when it was already too late. He had to go and fall for his best friend. He had to book himself an indefinite amount of time of hidden pain and stolen glances.

His hand pinched the bridge of his nose like a reflex as he sighed, hoping it’ll relieve some of the weight pressing down onto his chest, making it harder for him to breathe with ease.

Forever and a day seemed to have passed before his loud ringtone blared through the dark room. He leaped to grab it, exhaling in partial relief as he read your name on the screen.

“Charles?” Your shaky voice greeted him as soon as he swiped his thumb across the screen. He wanted relief out of this call, not added worry.

“What is wrong, y/n?” His voice was dipped in fear as he heard soft sniffling on your side of the line.

“Can you please-“ you sobbed, “-pick me up?”

It added to his concern when he realized your words were slurred, indicating that you were actually drunk and sobbing into the phone.

“Oh mon Dieu.” Oh my god. He panicked, jumping off the bed and storming out of the bedroom with his car keys tightly clutched in his hand. “Where are you? What is happening? Je t’en prie d’me dire, ma chère.” Please tell me, my dear. The questions in his mind pushed past his lips without his mind’s permission as he sprinted down the stairs.

Meanwhile, your mind had ignored most of what Charles had said, barely managing to slur the club’s address to him.

Charles found himself thanking his Ferrari for the high speeds it could reach as he drove down the highway, doing everything he can to get closer to you as fast as was possible.

He almost lost his mind when he parked the car and spotted you sat on the curb outside the club with your arms wrapped around your knees and mascara staining your cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck…” He repeatedly cursed as he stumbled out of the car and rushed to you with hurried steps, kneeling down in front of you as soon as he reached you.

Looking up at him, your eyes locked with his worried ones, his image blurry to your drunk mind. Nevertheless, it comforted you to see him so close to you.

“Charles…” You wrapped your arms around him, your eyes clouding with tears once again as his scent invaded your senses, enveloping you in a safe bubble.

“Oh mon dieu, what happened?” You felt his hands brush through your hair comfortingly as he whispered soothing words into your ear.

He felt so grateful that you were finally in his arms where he knew he could keep you safe at least for a while. His heart still betrayed him, clenching every time he heard you sob into his chest, your hands clutching onto his shirt, fisting it so desperately like you were clinging onto him for safety. It was fucking with his mind, making him gulp at how cruel this felt.

“Let me take you home, sweetheart.” He softly spoke into your hair, pulling you up and walking you to the car.

He helped you into his passenger seat and pulled on your seatbelt before he got into the driver’s seat, sitting still-as-stone for a few seconds, his hands forcefully gripping the steering wheel as he took deep breaths like he was trying so hard to build up enough strength for what was to come.

With one final sharp inhale, he turned on the car and started driving, trying hard to ignore your small sniffles so he’d be able to focus on driving, but he just couldn’t. The sound was breaking his heart.

“Hey, i’m right here with you. Cry it all out, love.” He reached over and squeezed your hand for a second but it shook his whole body when he felt the both of your hands grip onto his for comfort, leaving him to drive with just one hand. That was no trouble for him. What was troubling him was the way his heart was racing out of control, pounding so hard against his ribcage, making his blood rush with too many unwanted feelings.

“I feel so fucking worthless, Charles.” You cried, subconsciously holding his hand tighter. Had you been sober, these feelings would’ve never been expressed out loud, but your drunk mind lacked a filter.

The words almost made Charles’ world stop. He couldn’t even fathom being able to cope with the fact that someone had made you feel this way.

“What?” He abruptly braked, slowing the car down. He couldn’t decide what he was feeling: rage or heartbreak because, deep down, he knew he could make you feel like you’re worth more than worth the world’s weight in gold but it killed him that he can’t seem to get a chance to do so.

“He cheated on me. We broke up.” Even in your drunk state, you lowered your voice, fully aware of how Charles never approved of your boyfriend.

He was speechless, his grip on the steering wheel tightening by the second as his whole body tensed at the sound of those words.

“Fuck him.” He spitted out the words with pure, unfiltered anger. The sound of the breathless sob that left your lips as you took in the two small words shattered Charles and even more so the little shake of your head as you rejected the statement.

“But, i love him.” The words hang heavily in the small atmosphere of the car. To Charles, they felt like a merciless stab in the stomach. They tugged on his heartstrings and knocked the air right out of his lungs. This was hurting him so bad but he’d never admit that to you, he cared about you too much to do so, even if that meant he’d have to sacrifice a fragment of his sanity to endure the night ahead.

With a painfully tense jaw, he drove you back to his apartment in silence, not acknowledging your request that he drives you back to the flat that you shared with your boyfriend.

His silence was filled with too many thoughts that all had the same conclusion: he had to put his feelings aside and just be there for you tonight, no matter how much it would hurt him.

After parking the car, he basically dragged you up the stairs, the alcohol you had consumed fully having taken over your body after being sat down for the car ride.

He gently guided you to his bathroom, sitting you on the sink counter before grabbing a cotton pad and heading towards you.

“Look at me, love.” He softly spoke, lifting your head to clean the tears and makeup off your face.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. I never want to hear you talk badly about yourself again. Okay?” He started as he began swiping the wet cotton pad across your face, wishing he had some makeup remover he could’ve used to get the job done quicker.

“You are an insanely smart woman with a personality that people would kill to have. You are funny, sensible and understanding. You are kind to everyone, dedicated to everything you’re passionate about and have a heart of gold. You are successful in all that you do and that is really impressive, ma chère. Don’t ever underestimate yourself. Please.” His thumb gently stroked your tear stained cheek, “And don’t get me started on your beauty. You are breathtaking. You are everything anyone would ever want their partner to look like. Perfect hair, beautiful eyes, a time-stopping smile and a laugh that feels like music to the ears, love.” Charles mindlessly spoke as he stood between your legs, dropping one cotton disk after the other onto the floor as he struggled to remove your makeup with only water.

His words made you cry harder, the tears streaming down your face but quickly getting wiped along with the smudged eyeliner and mascara.

“I need you to believe every word because it is all true. It hurts so much to see you cry, especially when eyes like yours should always shine with happiness.” It was getting harder for him to speak, his throat tightening as it revoked the only three words he actually wanted to say. He took a moment, stopping the flow of words as his hands dropped and he quickly faced away from you and looked down, struggling so hard to blink back his own tears, absolutely refusing to set them free right now.

Being there with you, locked together in his bathroom with you so close to him felt like the cruelest torture but a kind he had willingly chosen to endure. You were so close but in all the wrong ways. Your thighs were grazing his waist but it felt like you were the furthest you’ve ever been, not because you had moved away but because Charles’ perception of your closeness had changed. He didn’t want the same thing out of this as he did a few months ago.

He took a sharp, straggled breath that felt like fire in his lungs.

“I just- I’m gonna need you to know you are not worthless; you are worth everything. If he makes you feel any other way, he’s the one that’s worthless.” He continued, throwing away the last used cotton pad he had in his hand.

You didn’t think your actions through, you just leaned forward and hugged him tight.

“I- I wish i would find someone like you.” You slurred to him, the tears coming back stronger as your drunk mind imagined how perfect a relationship with someone who treated you the same way Charles did would feel, the thought of dating the monégasque himself never once crossing your mind.

As dramatic as it sounds, Charles felt his heart drop and shatter, the small shards shredding everything they contacted in their downfall. A tear he had lost control over rolled down his cheek but his arms stayed frozen by his sides, his body going into momentary shock until his mind finally processed the situation. He hugged you just as tight, squeezing you into his chest as he made sure to appreciate every second of the embrace, to memorize the feeling of having you so close, to remember the smell of your perfume.

“Believe me, i wish so too.” He sighed, the air burning his nose as it left his system. The words he had just spoken into existence mocked him, making the bile rise in his throat as he realized how deep in he already was. The safe shore seemed too far away to reach without some sort of miracle. A life without you in it would feel like pure hell, he was aware of that, but right now he wasn’t sure if having to stick to being your friend would feel any better.

He loved you, there was no point in denying himself of admitting that notion to his mind. His heart stung every time you had called him your friend, every time you had cried to him about how bad your relationship was going, every time you kissed his cheek with the same lips that kiss another man’s mouth on the daily. There were times where he felt like he just wanted to wrap you in his arms and cuddle you all night, times where he was desperate to have you by his side as his source of comfort and happiness: after a bad race, during dull days, on lonely rainy mornings in his Monaco apartment, in painful silent nights spent alone in hotel rooms. It was suddenly not enough being your friend. The one-armed hugs you frequently exchanged only felt like a teasing portion of the actual thing, the full on bear hug you had him wrapped in at the moment.

Swallowing away all the thoughts and words on his mind, he kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes, letting all of his senses focus on the way your body was wrapped around his. He didn’t care that your tears were soaking his shirt, he could stay right there forever until the pain you were feeling grew back into delight and the sobs turned into ringing laughs.

Knowing his wishes were so out of reach, he pulled away from the hug and brushed back your tangled hair, all of his energy going into masking his emotions.

“C’mon. Let’s get you to bed.”

His hands held onto your waist as he helped you stand up and head to his bedroom.

You sat on his bed and watched through glazed eyes as he dug through his drawers, eventually pulling out a shirt and some sweatpants and walking over to you.

“You can change into these if you want.” He said, his tone cautious and his voice barely above a whisper. He put the clothes on the bed and turned around so you could change.

You grabbed the shirt, its cool and soft material feeling heavenly against your hot skin, convincing you to get rid of the dress and pull it on.

With your gaze glued onto Charles’ back, you stood up a bit too quickly, the remaining alcohol in your system rushing to your head, causing you to stumble and fall right back onto the bed. The small and seemingly meaningless failure still made you feel like shit, like you were weak and vulnerable and broken, the intoxicating substances you had consumed contributing to the excessive emotions you were feeling. A sharp, loud sob broke the silence in the room as you buried your face in your hands, accepting a new wave of tears.

You didn’t even sense Charles move up to you until you felt the cool material of his rings on your skin as he crouched in front of you, his hands wrapped around your wrists in a desperate attempt to get you to look at him.

His own feelings, he was keeping to himself. He felt like he was drowning in your tears, feeling so powerless as he watched the girl he loved so dearly cry over another guy’s foolishness. He hated that he was feeling everything all at once and so intensely.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Please, look at me.” His words sounded like a weak plea as he pulled on your hands, begging you to let him in. He was so desperate to help but he felt so clueless. In movies he had watched, a breakup was followed by either partying, binge eating or screaming to breakup songs, not intense unstoppable crying. It killed him to see you cry so hard that you were shaking right in front of him while he had no clue what to do.

“S’il te plais, regarde moi. Tu m’brise le coeur, ma chère. Je te supplie de me laisser t’aider. S’il te plais.” Please, look at me. You’re breaking my heart, my dear. I’m begging you to let me help. Please. His desperate state switched him back to his first language as he didn’t allow his mind to think his words through.

You shook your head, not even considering showing anyone your face right now.

“I can’t even dress myself, Charles. I’m never drinking again.” Your voice was muffled by your hands.

“So what? It happens.” Charles tried to comfort you, “Here, i will help you change and I will not look. I promise.”

He immediately regretted his words. He wouldn’t survive that.

“Really?” He heard the faint whisper of your voice and realized it was too late to back out now.

He looked back at you, your hands now in your lap. For a moment, he felt his heart stop, the pained look on your face and the sight of your bloodshot eyes shooting a wave of physical pain down his body, punishing him for feeling things he should’ve never felt.

“Really.” He nodded.

He put his palms out and you held onto his hands and stood up, your touch unknowingly burning his skin at the contact.

His teeth were sinking into his bottom lip, trying to suppress the intensity of the feeling coursing through him as he tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes before he started pulling your dress above your head, feeling your hot skin against his fingertips.

“Give me the shirt, love.” He stretched out his hand to you.

As soon as the soft cotton hit his palm, he blindly pulled it over your head, still making sure not to look, cautious not to see anything he shouldn’t, especially when you were so vulnerable and intoxicated.

Once the shirt was covering your body, he turned to look at your face, finding your glistening eyes admiring him.

“Can you hand me the pants now?”

You nodded and did just that.

He closed his eyes again and kneeled in front of you, lifting one of your legs to slip it into the sweatpants. Charles felt your hands hold onto his shoulders for support as he pulled the clothing item up your body before opening his eyes to tie the drawstring on the waist.

“There you go.” He attempted a smile.

“I don’t deserve you, Charles.” His smile immediately dropped as he heard the words.

“Sh, don’t say that.” He cooed, pulling you to his chest, his hand tangling itself in your hair, “Tu mérites tout ce qui est bon dans ce monde.” You deserve all that’s good in this universe.

“Thank you for everything.” You spoke into his neck, feeling so loved in his arms.

“No need,” he gulped, knowing the next words would kill him, “that’s what friends are for.” His eyes squeezed shut and his lips pursed as he realized what he just said. He hated the sound of that statement so much.

“You should lay down.” He advised, breaking his contact with your body and pointing towards his bed.

With no further added words, you climbed onto the mattress, curling up against yourself. Charles, for the hundredth time tonight, ignored his aching heart and leaned forward to cover you up with a warm blanket.

“I will be in the living room.” He was met with a protest from you.

“No. Please, stay.” You asked him with a shaky voice, patting the empty space beside you.

You weren’t aware of how much he needed to escape this room, how hard it was getting for him to breathe in the heavy air of his bedroom, how shaky his hands had gotten, how messy his thoughts had turned and how weak he felt.

“Stay?” His voice trembled as he dreadfully said the word, the nod he received from you then making him feel like he should expect himself to drop dead any second now.

Sighing, he rid himself of his shoes and climbed into bed beside you, staying painfully away no matter how bad his every sense was begging him to get as close to you as was possible. He knew he wouldn’t handle the drop that he’d have to go through after that.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He tried to fill the silence so he wouldn’t be left alone to his thoughts.

You shook your head no, instead scooting over towards him, hiding your face in his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his torso, seeking comfort in his warmth.

His body froze and his eyes closed like he was in excruciating pain. His heart was beating so fast he had become afraid you’d question it and he’d have to explain how much he was feeling. He just held his breath as tears fell from his closed eyes, hitting the pillow under his head. He did not dare to move a limb. He just laid there in deafening silence, hoping and praying that you would fall asleep fast so he could escape. Sleep wasn’t on his agenda for the night, not when the clock on the wall already read 4AM, the numbers laughing at him, laying there in his misery.

He felt you fiddle with a loose string on his shirt, twirling it between two of your fingers. He felt a few more of your teardrops wet the material as well. Then, he felt your body relax against his, your small movements from before stopping, indicating that you were fast asleep.

“Putain.” Fuck. He cursed to himself, feeling his restraint against his emotions faltering. He could keep up a certain image but for how long? He had reached the limit for the night. He looked down to observe the subject of his adoration, your beauty overwhelming him as usual until your image blurred with his forming tears.

“Comme j’aimerais que tu me laisses te montrer que tu mérites le monde, mon amour.” How I wish you’d let me show you that you deserve the world, my love. His voice broke halfway through the sentence that he whispered to your sleeping figure, knowing he’d never have the courage to say any similar words to you when you were awake. The thought shattered him. He bit his lip to contain the sobs that threatened to shake his body.

“Je t’aime incroyablement, ma chère.” I love you incredibly, my dear. He cried the words into a peck onto your forehead before he slipped out of his own bed, replacing his body with a pillow so you wouldn’t notice his absence.

He stood there, watching you tug the pillow closer to you and bury your face deeper into it then tiptoed his way to the glass slide door leading to the small balcony attached to his bedroom. He stepped out into the chilly air, letting the low temperatures startle his body back into a somewhat normal state. He inhaled the cold air deeply but his lungs exchanged the exhale for a soft, heartbreaking cry that had been postponed enough.

He let the thoughts conquer his mind and let the sobs take over his body. He just leaned over the railing and watched his teardrops fall onto the empty Monte Carlo street. A street looking almost as empty as he felt.

Part 2

#charles leclerc imagines #f1 imagines #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc oneshots #f1 oneshots #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc blurb #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 one shot #f1 x you #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc imagine

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dangowon · 11 months

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title » boyfriend hcs !

pairing » yang jungwon x gn!reader

requested? » yes

genre » fluff

word count » 1.2k (kind of got carried away)

a/n » i'm really sorry for not having posted for so long, i've been busy with school. i lost the request for this since the person deactivated, so i can't link it to the post :( but either way, i hope you enjoy this <3

✧ jungwon is the sweetest person ever, and he'd be even sweeter as your boyfriend

✧ as a leader, jungwon is expected to be on his best behaviour and he's expected to show maturity. with you though, he feels comfortable enough to show more of his child-like side, and it's apparent in the way he whines when you don't give him attention or how he swings your intertwined hands forward and back while you walk.

✧ when you're offering him some of your food, he'll expect you to be handfeeding him and if you're not, he'll pout until you do. at the beginning of your relationship, he found these things 'embarrassing', but as time went by, he was able to be his true self around you.

✧ fancy dates aren't really his thing (although he wouldn't mind it for a special occasion like your anniversary), so most of your dates are spontaneous and unplanned. sometimes when you can't sleep, you two will go on walks in the nearby park and enjoy the peace and quiet.

✧ he also loves picnic dates so much, he'll make sure it's perfect for you; he'll bring bowls of cut-up fruit that are shaped into hearts, your favourite sandwiches (jay helped him make them, but you don't have to know that) and pastries from a cafe that you both visit often.

✧ he didn't think he would love stargazing with you as much as he does, but it feels so natural for you two to lie down and talk while admiring the night sky. though secretly, he'll stare you while you're busy counting the stars present that night despite there being too many. because to him, no star will ever be more beautiful than you are.

✧ due to his busy schedule, it's common that you can't see him that much during the day. to compensate for that, he'll spam you with selfies of him doing random things like drinking water or he'll bring his face really close to the camera, open his eyes wide and lowkey jumpscare you.

✧ he will also update you with whatever happens during his day — you'll get texts talking about him seeing a new restaurant that opened up and saying that you two should try going there, or him saying how he saw a cute cat on the street and pet it despite his allergies.

✧ he can't shut up around you. like, at all. during comeback season, he will do exactly what the company told him not to do and literally tell you every detail. he shows you the whole choreography and sings the song to you because he's just so excited.

✧ he does well with balancing his work as an idol and taking care of himself, but when the pressure, fatigue and stress hit him all at once, he can't help but feel under the weather. he'll try to act like he's fine, but you can tell in the way his movements are more sluggish and by the dark circles underneath his droopy eyes.

✧ sometimes people forget that he's young, and shouldering so many responsibilities every single day is hard on him. he feels safe when he's with you, he feels safe when you open your arms for him to lay between and lend him your shoulder to cry on when he needs it.

✧ the way you rub his back gently while whispering sweet words into his ear is everything he needs to feel whole. he doesn't like showing vulnerability, but he's beyond glad that he has you by his side, constantly reassuring him that things will be fine.

✧ of course he'll be there for you as well when you need it, he always is. if you're feeling sad, he'll drop whatever he's doing to comfort you, kissing your forehead and asking you what's wrong. even if you don't want to talk about it, he'll do whatever it takes to see your pretty smile.

✧ his cuddles are the comfiest, you two spend hours just laying together in bed with your limbs tangled and your head resting on his chest. sometimes he prefers for you to hold him, especially if he's tired. he'll trap you with his arms around your waist, he's stronger than he looks and he will not let go of you.

✧ as sweet as he is, he can also be quite the mischievous person sometimes. if you're too busy on your phone (a.k.a, not paying attention to him for 5 seconds) he'll take it and hold it above your head if you're shorter than him, telling you to give him at least ten kisses if you want it back.

✧ if you're taller, he'll grab it and run around the house while you chase him — he runs really fast, it's actually kind of scary. he'll pucker his lips at you and once again, tell you to kiss him if you want your phone back.

✧ he loves kissing you so so much, and he'll do it anywhere, anytime. when he wakes up and sees you beside him, he can't help but break out into a smile and press his lips onto yours shortly before nudging you awake. he gets all blushy if he finds out you were awake while he kissed you.

✧ he doesn't go shopping that much, but if you've been wanting something for a while, he'll buy it for you and pretend like it wasn't him. oh, that one phone you were thinking about buying suddenly ended up on your desk? he has no idea how it got there.

✧ matching rings are a must. you two got matching rings 6 months into your relationship, and he never takes his off. even if he's live, he'll keep it on because he likes the reminder that you're his and he's yours.

✧ he doesn't let it show often, but he gets jealous quite easily. whether it be somebody staring at you or a person being bold (and stupid) enough to come ask you for your number, he'll wrap his arm protectively around you, making it clear that you are in fact taken.

✧ and if that's not enough? he can't physically fight them, mostly because he's a public figure, but his words are sharp and he'll find a way to humiliate that person so that they'd go away. afterwards, he'd press a kiss to your cheek and smile cutely at you as if he didn't just decimate someone's ego.

✧ he can't stand not being around you for long amounts of time, so when he's on tour and you can't come with him, he's miserable — and dramatic, at that. he'll constantly text you that he misses you with frowning emojis and says that he wishes you were with him.

✧ when he gets back, you can bet that he'll be all over you; peppering kisses on every inch of your face, clinging to you for hours on end and he even makes you sleep over so that he can cuddle with you the entire night.

✧ he doesn't feel complete without you around him, you're one of the most vital things in his life and he doesn't think that he could ever fathom a life that doesn't have you in it. the thought of you alone is enough for him to get through the day and he hopes that he'll be able to be with you for as long as you'll allow him.

✧ your relationship is just the cutest thing ever honestly <3

#✧ yun writes #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon x you #jungwon x yn #jungwon imagines #jungwon scenarios #jungwon fluff #enhypen drabbles #jungwon drabbles

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kisses-from-crows · 6 months

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Random Campbell Bain Headcanons

(chapter 7 is currently a 5k word inconsistent mess but i can give you this so, ehhh? not sure if these make any sense but in my brain they make perfect sense)

-this mf LOVES halloween

-he will spend will weeks thinking up a bunch of overly complicated costumes

-he spends WAY too much money on halloween decorations (i want you to picture Campbell Bain with adult money….)

-he has gotten tangled in those cotton spiderweb things a million times

-he always gets really enthusiastic about carving pumpkins but doesn’t have the patience to do the super complicated designs. always manages to cut off bits he didn’t mean to cut off.

-has a tradition of smashing the pumpkins to bits in the first week of november. (he likes this part more than the carving)

-will literally beg to get his nails painted and then will IMMEDIATELY smudge them, everytime, without fail

-settles for coloring in his nails with sharpie

-scarily good at mario kart, like frighteningly good

-likes to watch the muppets when he has depressive episodes

-had an intense cowboy phase as a child, until he went to a petting zoo and discovered he’s deathly afraid of horses

-the type of person to go radio silent for weeks or spam you with 50 memes and 12 songs in a matter of an hour. (there is no in-between)

-will respond to an important text two days later with a link to song and nothing else

-has a MASSIVE sweet tooth

-and has absolutely ZERO self control with candy, will down an entire bag of marshmallows (he prefers the mini ones) in a single sitting.

-noticed that Eddie had started to sneakily take his candy so he started keeping secret stashes hidden in various places

-eddie will find a stash and throw it away, only to turn around and see Campbell munching on a king-sized snickers, just gloating

-is ace spec but constantly makes dirty jokes, partly for shock value partly because he finds it hilarious

-very touchy, doesn’t get the whole “personal space” thing

-insists that he loves scary movies and then will go to bed with all the lights on after

-finds a pair of shoes he likes and then wears them every single day until they fall apart, then refuses to throw them out

-his closet is full of converse held together by duct tape and a dream

-is the biggest baby about being sick. this mf will get a tummy ache and just start rolling on the ground whining about “this is the end, get my affairs in order, tell Eddie i love him”

-toes the line between being the dream/nightmare blunt rotation. he has the most entertaining monologues but he’s using the joint as a talking stick and accidentally ash’d in the water cups twice now

-not allowed to smoke anymore because it messed with his bipolar and he didn’t sleep for 4 days straight

-can’t cook for shit, regularly burns soup. is banned from using the oven after The Incident™️

-won’t explain to anyone what The Incident™️ is

-if you ask Eddie about it, he’ll just say “he knows what he did”

-rumor has it that it involved makeshift shrink-i-dinks

-visits Fergus’s grave at least once a month. sets up a blanket and just talks. tells him everything that happened since he came last. what the rest of the crew is up to

-always leaves some sort of bit or bauble for Fergus

-got very upset when they would go missing, until he realized the local crows were collecting them

-now he brings some food and an extra toy for the crows, they’re good friends now

-one of the crows always flies down and hangs out next to him, so Campbell is convinced it’s Fergus

okay that’s all i’ve got for now! (sorry had to make it just little sad at the end)

#campbell bain #campbell bain headcanons #taking over the asylum #this likely makes no sense #but who cares

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catslvrr · 5 months

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heaven sent — 10. costume festival

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You woke up from the best sleep you had in years, face smushed into Danielle’s hair, and her face buried in your neck, legs tangled together. You could feel her breath fan against your neck, and you tried not to combust on the spot.

You observed her sleeping face — the way her eyelashes curled and the way the moles on her face were like constellations, and you tried to commit it all to memory. She shifted slightly, her nose brushing against your jaw as she began to wake up.

She sluggishly blinked her eyes open, and smiled shyly as you locked eyes. You frowned as she pulled back after leaving a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth.

She tapped your nose. “Go brush your teeth. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

Of course angels don’t have morning breath.

Minji was already eating breakfast and conversing with Danielle when you came out to the kitchen.

“Bro,” Minji said, mouth full of rice. “I was telling Dani about the festival that our uni is hosting tonight.”

“Dani?” You looked at her questioningly.

“Don’t get jealous that we’re on a nickname basis,” she attempted a wink. “She’s all yours.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling out the stool next to Danielle’s to sit. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“We should go,” Danielle smiled, pushing a bowl of rice and spam towards you. “It sounds fun. I’ve never been to a festival before.”

“Really?” Minji gasped. “Do Australian universities not do that kinda stuff?”

“Oh, no,” Danielle backtracked. “They do. I just never found the time to go.”

Nice save.

“You do know it’s a costume festival, right?” You said, eating a spoonful of rice. “We don’t have any costumes.”

Minji checked her Apple watch. “You guys have around six hours. That’s plenty of time to go shopping and find one.”

Your eyes followed the grain of rice that flew out of Minji’s mouth in disgust. “What are you going as?”

“I’m dressing up as a minion,” she said proudly, as if it was something to be proud of. “I got the goggles and everything.”

“This is why you get no girls, bro,” you sighed. “Couldn’t you have dressed up as a somewhat hot character? Like, I don’t know, Harley Quinn, or Catwoman?”

She pouted. “What’s wrong with minions? Aren’t they funny? Don’t girls like humor?”

Danielle patted Minji comfortingly on the back. “I’m sure you’ll find someone who likes you for you.”

Minji glared at you. “You should be more like your girlfriend.”

“Whatever,” you puffed your cheeks. “Shut up and eat.”

“I didn’t know angels could sleep,” you said as the two of you entered a random clothing store. “Messengers of God, sorry.”

“Technically, we could live without sleep,” Danielle explained. “But, I think anyone would go crazy if they didn’t shut their brain off for a few hours. So we choose to sleep.”

You hummed. “Smart choice.”

You walked over to the costume section, grimacing at the horrendous costumes on display. You grabbed a mask of an unknown hairy creature. “What the fuck is this? Who is this meant to be?”

She giggled at your appalled face. “Look at this one.” She presented another mask of an unknown green creature with bulging eyes and ginormous teeth.

You almost gagged at how jiggly it was. “Get that away from me.”

You scoured the shelves, frowning at the disappointing choices.

“What about this one?” Danielle pointed to a matching devil and angel costume. It wasn’t a costume really, it was just a halo and wings for the angel, and a horned headband and tail for the devil.

It’s basic and overdone. But she looks like she likes it.

You smiled. “It suits us. You are an angel after all.”

Your smile quickly fell when you saw her teasing grin. “That wasn’t meant to be a cheesy line. I meant it literally.”

“It’s okay to be cheesy,” she pinched your cheek affectionately. You grunted in response, pulling her to the checkout.

Danielle gasped at the bustling crowds of people at the university campus, which was lit up with fairy lights and decorated with party flags. There were a plethora of stalls scattered around, some selling food, others offering prizes for games, and some even had brought in dogs and cats to pet.

“Woah,” her eyes shone in astonishment. “This is amazing.”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip at the sight of her. She managed to make the cheap costume look so good. “Let’s go find Minji.”

It wasn’t hard to find her, since she was half yellow. You were not surprised to find her at a takoyaki stall, munching away happily. She looked like an idiot with her baggy overalls and ugly goggles.

“Hello to my favorite couple,” she grinned sleazily. “Cute costumes.”

Danielle turned to face you, a pleading look in her eyes. “Can we buy some? They look so good.”

“Sure,” you mumbled, following along as she pulled you in line. While Danielle was busy admiring the festival, Minji directed an exaggerated look at your intertwined hands, then made childish kissy faces at you. You flashed her the middle finger (with your free hand), mouthing ‘fuck you’, to which she responded by sticking out her tongue like an immature brat.

Unaware of this interaction, Danielle turned back to face Minji with a smile. “You should join us tonight! I haven’t had a campus tour yet.”

Please say no.

“I’d love to,” Minji accepted graciously, like the spawn of the devil she was. You just knew she was internally cackling at your misery. You paid the vendor and fed the takoyaki to Danielle, and forced a smile.

“Where to first?”

The three of you went to explore every single stall at the festival, much to your chagrin, but seeing Danielle radiate with joy made it better. Minji was still irritating as always, feeling the need to share unnecessary anecdotes every five minutes.

“You know, at this very tree, I pretended to confess to Y/n as a prank. You should’ve seen the look on her face! She was so flustered she started stuttering and shit,” Minji laughed boisterously.

“Shut up,” you glowered. “You wouldn’t have known what to say either.”

“You’re so cute when you’re shy,” she teased. “How did you react when Dani confessed to you?”

You choked when Danielle responded. “She confessed to me first.”

Minji gasped. “No way.”

You opened your mouth to explain yourself, “Actually-”

Danielle shoved ice cream (sprinkles and all) in your mouth and kept going, “Yes way. It was so romantic. She set up a cute little picnic and scattered rose petals everywhere.”

What the fuck. Where did she even get that story from?

“Oh my god,” Minji fanned herself obnoxiously. “Y/n, you charmer.”

You had to resist the temptation of throwing the icecream in Minji’s face. Karma did strike later, though, when she tried to pet a cat and it smacked her square in the face, knocking off her minion goggles. It left a red imprint of a paw on her face.

(Danielle had to pull you to the side because you were laughing too hard.)

This cycle continued for the rest of the night. Despite Minji’s intrusive presence, the kiss you and Danielle shared at the end of the night during a fireworks display made it all worth it.

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year

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fever dream (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: i got my ass handed to me by my covid booster and decided to lean fully into my self-indulgence. for the first thing back for same mistakes-verse, i did not expect it to be this. oopsies.

summary: Rebel gets sick with pneumonia and winds up in the hospital. Rooster grapples with how much his girlfriend truly means to him.

part of same mistakes-verse | same mistakes-verse timeline

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, sickfic, hospitals/emergency rooms, fevers, brief fever-induced nightmares, medical inaccuracies, nausea/vomiting, pneumonia, which i had as a kid and it was hell on earth, you generally should be cautious around someone who has pneumonia because it’s contagious but i am ignoring that, swearing, past trauma related to hospitals, cancer mentions, canon death of a parent, all i have to say for myself is sorry Brad Brad, i don’t love the ending

word count: 3,762

Everything was too loud. Too loud, too bright. Too warm, too cold, too painful.

You couldn’t breathe, watching them. Watching from above, nothing but the force of an invisible hand pushing you back, watching in painstaking slow-motion as Hangman missed the shot, too slow-

All you could hear was ringing in your ears as the plane exploded into fiery pieces. No chute. No no no no no-

Nothing left.

You gasped, clutching at your chest. Your skin was buzzing with heat and everything ached. The pain of opening your eyes was enough to send a wave of nausea crashing over you, and you barely rolled to lean over your bed in time before everything in your stomach came crashing out of you with an intensity you’d never felt before.

Hot tears burned your cheeks as you choked, squeezing your eyes shut, as you continued to heave over the side of your bed.

Where’s Dad?

Your shoulders heaved with sobs, the pain being too much to bear as you waited to hear his footsteps, always on alert whenever you were sick.

Nothing.

Where was he?

Vision blurry, you pulled yourself from the tangle of sheets, struggling to avoid the pool of puke on your hardwood floor as you stumble into the hallway, weakly calling out for your Dad. Another wave of nausea rolls over you and you lean against his door, willing the pain to pass. When the nausea subsides a little, you blink your eyes open with as much energy as you can muster, every moment painful. You push your Dad’s door open, expecting — hoping — to collapse into his arms, waiting for him to make everything okay again, hold you close just like he did every time you were sick when you were little-

There’s no one there.

Your brain reels, struggling to figure out where he is as your breathing becomes shallower with each breath.

No- couldn’t be. Right?

Tears begin to fall down your cheeks again as you stumble towards the living room, chest heaving.

He couldn’t really be-?

You watched his plane go down. Hangman wasn’t fast enough.

He was gone.

They were gone.

You choke, tripping on the edge of the recliner and you blindly reach out for the couch as you sob, every inch of your body hurting. Your shoulders heave with tears as your body threatens to vomit again.

everythinghurttseverythinghurtseverythinghurts

Gapsing, you reach over to the coffee table, reaching for what you’re praying is your phone, hoping to call the one person you can think of in this moment as your head spins with pain.

(Distantly, you’re aware of the fact that you’d fallen asleep on the couch. Distantly, you know you have no idea how you had wound up in your bed.)

The phone rings out clear in the quiet night, pulling him from comfortable sleep. He groans as his boyfriend’s arm wrap around him tighter at the disturbance, also being pulled from sleep. He reaches out blindly for the offending object, expecting to see a spam caller and hear a subsequent sleepy lecture from his boyfriend about forgetting to turn off his ringer again.

He blinks once and then twice, the bright light wavering in front of him as he tries to process if he’s truly seeing what he’s seeing.

Mini Mitchell

He swipes the answer button, putting the phone up to his ear. “Hello?” He groans through a yawn as Javy tucks his chin into neck as he flips onto his stomach.

“J-jake?”

The pure pain rippling through her voice causes any remaining sleep to shake from him as something cold slips down his spine. “Hey- hey, what’s going on?”

He hears a sob from down the line and he sits up, nudging his boyfriend off of him. Javy looks up at him curiously, still unaware of what’s happening.

“J-jake, ‘m so sorry, so sorry, don’t feel good, can’t-”

He stands up as she struggles to speak, taking quick strides to his dresser and throwing a shirt at his boyfriend, pulling one on himself. Javy looks at the object in confusion and Jake grimaces, snapping at him to put it on.

“Hey, I don’t know what’s going on. Talk to me.” He says gently into the phone as she breaks down into sobs once more.

“Hurts so bad Jake, hurts- can’t- I tried- and he’s not here-”

“Who’s not there?” He asks, pulling shoes on, not bothering to put socks on. Javy’s pulling the shirt over his head as he turns around. His boyfriend eyes him with equal parts concern and confusion and Jake can’t say he blames him.

“Something’s wrong with Rebel.” He mouths and that’s what gets Javy going as Jake shoulders the bedroom door open, slipping into the hallway of his apartment in search of his car keys.

“Dad. Not here, and I threw up everywhere, and I don’t know what do-” She lets out another sob and he feels his heart wrenching in pain for his friend. “’M sorry, it just hurts, and I can’t- can’t breathe. I don’t feel so good.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m gonna be there soon, with Javy. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

“With Javy?”

Her voice is so small, so much smaller than the loud girl he’s come to call a friend, and damn if that doesn’t shatter his heart.

“Yeah, with Javy, I promise. We’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Promise.”

Fifteen minutes is more like ten as he pulls into the Mitchell driveway, Coyote tossing him his keys. He thumbs through them, finding the house key Rebel had given him just days after the Daggers had become an official team. He remembers the bubble of jealousy that had risen up in his chest, at the obvious sign of friendship, of trust, of maybe something more-

He shook the thought from his head as he inserted the key into the lock, pushing the door open. He turns the corner into the living room and his heart sinks as he sees her passed out on the floor. He crouches down, reaching out to her neck to check for a pulse when he feels how hot she is. The heat that’s radiating off her skin and he swallows.

She groans at the touch, leaning into it. She blinks her eyes open and he nervously smiles down at her. “Hey, what’re you doing on the floor?”

“’S cool.”

“Yeah, I bet. Can you sit up?” She nods and slowly pushes herself off the floor. Javy slips out of the room, heading for the bathroom, based on the lights he’s flipping on.

“Why’re you here?” She mumbles.

“Because you called me.”

She frowns. “Don’t remember doing that.” He glances up at Javy, who’s returned with a thermometer and some medicine, as she leans her head back against the couch.

“No?”

Her lips trembles as she looks between the two boys. “Did I? ‘M so sorry, didn’t- didn’t mean to- didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Can I take your temperature?” She nods and he takes the thermometer from Javy, pushing back some of her hair to slip it into her ear.

He didn’t even know they made thermometers that went into your ear, but he recalls how Maverick has explain to him that according to Penny, it was better, and therefore they needed it-

He holds it there as he looks at Javy. “There’s puke in her bedroom. All over the floor.” He whispers and Jake nods, remembering her mentioning that from her phone call. It beeps and he pulls it away from her, wincing. She reaches out to grab his arm to hold on to as he shows the thermometer to his boyfriend.

104.4

“Do we call 911?” Javy whispers, crouching down next to her.

“Emergency room off Madison might just be faster.” He turns back to the girl, who’s looking at the two of them. “Alright, you’ve got a pretty nasty fever. You up for a drive?”

“My other option isn’t gonna be fun, is it?”

“Well, either I can take you or we can go in an ambulance but you’re going either way.”

“Emergency room on Madison is seven minutes away, I’d just go now.” Javy announces, looking up from his phone. Jake nods.

“K, I’ll stay here, clean the puke up. You take my keys-”

“You’re not coming?” He looks back to her.

“Do- do you want me to?”

She nods, her grip on him become tighter.

“Jake, just go. I’ll call Maverick and Bradshaw and then clean up the puke. Meet you down there.” He swallows, feeling more than marginally out of his depth.

He’d come to really like Rebel but this was so far from the normal bounds of their friendship, so unusual for them, especially because most days the girl couldn’t stand him-

He sighs, turning back to the girl. “Okay, let’s get you out to my car.”

He reaches the emergency room doors just as Coyote does and he sighs at the sight of her best friend, feeling some sort of comfort in knowing he was here with him. He had no idea if Mav was here and the thought that she had called Hangman of all people unsettled him a little bit. He thinks back to the phone call he’d received just 22 minutes ago from Coyote as they walk through the doors, knowing everything might be about to change.

He’s not even really trying as his hand reaches out for the phone that’s buzzing incessantly. It stops and his hand falls limp over the side of the bed as he sighs, turning his head to go back to sleep. It starts buzzing again, shaking the wood of his nightstand and he groans, lifting his head up this time to find the phone. He picks it up, not bothering to look at the caller as he answers. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he bites his lip fighting a yawn.

“‘ello?”

“Rooster, sorry to wake you but somethings wrong with Rebel.”

He sits a little straighter at those words.

“Coyote? What’s going on?”

“Dunno, she called Jake bout a half an hour ago. Came over here to check on her and she was passed out on the floor with a fever of 104. Jake’s taking her to the emergency room off Madison. Faster than calling 911.”

“Fuck, okay. Why aren’t you with her?”

“There’s puke all over her bedroom floor and she wouldn’t let Jake go. She’s pretty out of it Bradshaw, I’m really concerned.”

“Okay- does Mav know?”

“Just got off the phone with him. He’s headed over from Penny’s. ‘M gonna head over once I get the puke off her floor.”

“Jesus okay- I’ll head over now.”

Jake’s waiting for them as they enter the waiting room and he waves them over.

“You left her alone?” Coyote asks sharply and Jake winces, shaking his head.

“Pops got here a few minutes ago; came down to wait for you two.” He says, striding down the hallway that connects the emergency room to the hospital and pausing in front of an elevator, pressing the up button.

He swallows, trying not to think about the elevator rides he used to take in this place that felt all too familiar-

“Do we know what’s wrong?”

The elevator doors open and they follow Jake inside at he presses 4. He eyes the 7 button.

This wasn’t the same hospital-

“Not sure, heard something about pneumonia but they have to test for that and right now they’re just trying to bring her fever down.”

“How’s she holding up?”

His voice is rougher than he’d like it to be and Hangman glances at him.

“She’s okay. They got her situated in a room and she fell asleep pretty quickly after that.” The elevator dings and the doors slide open again. Hangman steps out and he follows, trying to keep his breathing even as his mind reels.

This wasn’t happening. He wasn’t about to-

No, she’d be fine. She had to be.

Hangman turns a corner and nudges a door open, knocking as he does. Mav doesn’t move, arms placed on his knees as he watches his daughter carefully.

She’s laying there, shivering, connected to so many tubes and wires and God there’s that fateful beeping of a machine-

He feels the breath knock from his lungs, fighting his urge to turn away, to run, hide under his covers, pretend this isn’t happening.

He steels himself, turning back around to take the seat next to Mav. Mav wordlessly reaches out to place a hand on his knee, squeezing.

For a moment, he gets taken back years to the last time Mav offered that gesture of comfort, in a room all too much like this one.

He sighs, leaning forward to match Mav’s stance, taking one of her hands within his own. Rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles, he continued to watch, knowing there was nothing more they could do for her than wait.

And that killed him.

He sighs, letting the bathroom door bang shut behind him. He walks towards the mirror, flicking the water on as he stares at his reflection. He looks exhausted, mirroring how he feels inside. His hair is sticking up in a few places from where he’s been running his hands through it, his eyes rimmed with red from unshed tears as he wills himself to hold it together.

His girlfriend needed him right now.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d sat there with her, watching her, waiting for something but as the night rolled into early morning, Maverick had stepped out to call Cyclone. Under the careful watch of Coyote and Hangman, he’d taken the opportunity to take a moment for himself, to keep his mind from going back to his Mom.

Leaning down and splashing his face with the running water, he tried to take a deep breath, keeping his brain from going wild with the thought that his girlfriend might be rejoining his parents.

She’d be okay. She had to be, because he wasn’t ready to lose her.

He swallowed as he turned the water off, trying not to think about that last night, when she’d fallen asleep on his side, the way she hadn’t let him go, even as his Mom did.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he spots Mav on the phone at the end of the hallway. He walks closer, briefly hearing the tail end of the conversation with Cyclone. The older man sighs, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“I’m not leaving her.”

He didn’t know what happened now. Did he go to work, continue on with his day like his girlfriend wasn’t laying in a hospital room fighting off pneumonia?

He didn’t think he could.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to, as Maverick sighs.

“I know.”

They stand there for a moment, looking at one another. He almost feels like he could place himself in this exact moment, years ago-

There’s movement at the end of the hallway that catches his attention, doctors running to his girlfriend’s room as Coyote and Hangman stumble out of it.

He’s moving before he even recognizes that he is, nearly colliding with Coyote as he turns to look at him, eyes wide.

“W-what happened?” Coyote shakes head, struggling to form words.

“I don’t- She- She was awake for a minute, and she- I don’t even think she knew who I was. Next thing I know she’s- she’s freaking out, her heart rate is skyrocketing. Heard something about her fever spiking again.”

His heart is thudding in his chest at the news. He stumbles to a nearby chair, all but collapsing as his brain reels.

He can’t- He can’t do this. Not again.

He doesn’t move, memories playing on repeat.

The way his Mom had denied how bad the sickness had been.

The way she had tried to keep the worst of it from him.

The way she had squeezed his hand, and told him to look after his girlfriend.

The way she had told him she loved one last time before she left to be with his Dad.

When his Dad died, he’d been young. Too young, maybe, to truly understand it.

He’d been all too aware of what his Mom’s diagnosis meant. All too aware of what losing her meant.

He hadn’t been ready to let her go, and no matter how aware of his mortality, painfully aware of his job and that of his girlfriend’s, he was certain he’d never be ready to let her go.

“Bradshaw.”

He doesn’t look up, knowing all too well whose voice it belonged to.

He hears the sound of shoes against the tile and she couches down, trying to make eye contact with him. He refuses, keeping his eyes focused on the ground. She sighs, reaching out to set a hand on his knee.

“You should come down to the cafeteria. Come eat something.” He shakes his head, already knowing he’s not leaving her. “You’re one stubborn motherfucker Bradshaw.”

He finally looks up to meet the eyes of his long-time best friend, who is radiating with love and concern.

“My mom-”

“I know.” She moves her hand from his knee to unclasp his hands, squeezing one of them. “But she’s gonna be okay. I promise. The last I heard her fever broke.”

He wants to say that the information lets the tension release from his shoulders, but he knows that won’t happen until he sees her. Until he holds her in his own arms, in his bed, safe, far away from this hospital.

She sighs again. “Thirty minutes.”

“I’m not leaving her. I can’t. I won’t- I won’t lose her without getting to say goodbye.”

He watches at the words take the breath clean out from Phoenix’s lungs as her grip on his hands tighten. “You won’t. She’s not going anywhere. Your girlfriend is one hell of a fighter. She’s going to be okay, and I promised that, and I wouldn’t promise you that if I didn’t know she’d pull through.”

Her words have a firm edge to them, but the care is there underneath them all the same. Care for him, for his girlfriend, for this little family they’ve created.

Nodding, he goes to agree, to let her take him down to the cafeteria, where he’s sure he won’t eat much of anything but-

The door to her room opens, Mav poking his head out. “She’s awake and asking for you.”

Phoenix lets him go, patting his knee. “We’ll talk later.”

He stands up, his joints protesting after the lack of movement for hours. Slipping inside the door, Maverick leaves, mumbling something about letting them be alone. He waits until he hears the door click behind him before he turns to his girlfriend. He sticks his hands in his pockets, suddenly unable to bring himself any closer. He takes a deep breath, searching for his nerve again.

She’s okay.

Finding the seat closest to her, he takes her hand, looking up to her tired face, graced with a smile despite it all. Squeezing her hand, he clears his throat of the tears that are threatening to surface.

“Hi honey.”

You yawn, pushing the kitchen door open. You spot your boyfriend at the stove, cooking more soup (which makes you want to groan; you’re sick of it, no pun intended) and you walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You feel his figure relax as he leans into the touch, reaching to turn the stove off.

“Hi honey. Have a good nap?” You nod, suppressing another yawn into his side. You feel him chuckle as his body vibrates.

“Where’s Dad?”

“Penny and Amelia convinced him to go over there for dinner tonight. Mostly just to get him out of the house, I think.”

“Good, he’s been hovering. It’s stressing me out.”

Bradley sighs, finally turning to face you. “You did wind up in the hospital. I think he’s allowed to hover.” You wave your hand as you move towards the fridge to grab a Sprite.

“Small details.”

“That’s not funny.”

You shut the fridge door behind you, sighing. “Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. You good to be by yourself this week? Mav and I can take off more work, be here with you-”

You shake your head, moving back to stand in front of him as you pop the can open. “No, April is gonna come babysit me until I’m 100%.”

“April from high school?”

You nod. “Yeah, she’s dying to get caught up on what I’ve been doing. She’s thrilled.”

He smiles at you, reaching a hand out to cup your face. “I’m gonna miss having you at work.”

You nod. “Yeah, I know. But hopefully another week and I’ll be good as new. Tell Hangman and Coyote I said hi, will you? I think I owe them a fruit basket and my first-born.” He doesn’t respond, just continues to look at you as he thumb rubs up and down your cheekbone. “Everything okay?”

He nods. “Yeah, I just- I love you.”

“I love you too.” You take a deep breath, taking another step closer to him. “Honey, are you okay? You haven’t seemed like yourself since we got back from the hospital.”

He shrugs, sliding out from his place leaned up against the counter and heads towards the living room. Setting the drink on the counter, you follow him, tucking yourself into his side as he sits down on the couch.

“I’m fine. Not the one who spent three days there fighting off pneumonia.”

You sigh, looking up at him. “It’s okay, if that was hard for you too.”

He swallows, returning your gaze. “Just... thought a lot about Mom. What it was like, that much time in the hospital, those final days.”

Your heart sinks as you look at him. “Bradley, honey-”

“I’m just- I’m not- I’m not prepared to lose you.”

You shift, moving to straddle him as you take his face in your hands. His hands reach out to keep you steady, his eyes never leaving yours. “You won’t have to.”

“You can’t promise that.”

You sigh, bowing your head in acknowledgement. “You’re right, I can’t. But I know I’ll always do whatever it takes to come home to you. I promise you.”

He nods, tucking his head into your shoulder as he holds you close.

Maybe the words would end up meaning very little, tossed out with the dangerous nature of your jobs, but right now they meant everything.

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 months

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In my school, whenever a festival is coming up (eg chinese new year) we host a competition amongst our classes to see which class has the best class decorations and my class LOVES using fairy lights because THEY’RE LIKE LITTLE STARS HANGING JUST OUTSIDE OUR CLASSROOM WINDOWS

Now imagine reader decides to decorate their house during festive seasons and one day they decide to hang a few fairy lights around the house and FL absolutely LOVES IT. He’s like WE HAVE STARS IN OUR HOME!! but he can’t speak human language all too well so it just comes out as excited squeaks and chirps, and oh? What’s this? The fairy lights can change colour? FL is now staring at the lights for hours on end, mesmerised by the way the colours change every few seconds. Good luck trying to pull him away now.

(Also after the festival is over, reader starts to take down the fairy lights only to find FL pawing at them, whining as if begging them to put the lights back up)

-sleepy anon (i’m having so many thoughts sorry if i’m spamming)

*vibrates excitedly* oh my moon and stars i love love LOVE fairy lights!! i have some in my room and i NEED MORE

i'm not sure how fairy lights would work in Teyvat since i don't think electrical outlets exist- maybe they're specially carved chunks of glowing ores and stones! one of the street vendors has been selling strings of them in multiple colors and shapes lately in celebration of the upcoming Lantern Rite, and you can't help but buy a few to hang around your own house since you and Foul Legacy just adore things that glitter and shine. your fluffy Abyssal monster chitters with joy when he sees you hanging up the lights, lifting you in his arms so you can reach higher places, and once everything is done and dusts you sit on the floor together to admire the twinkling strings of stars. it's an excellent alternative to being outside in the midst of the fireworks, which are much too loud for both of you- this way you can make your own miniature fireworks in the windows with the different shapes of the lights!

Foul Legacy pleads with you to not take them down once the festive season ends, gently tugging at your sleeve to pull you away from the window with a whine. in the end you do end up taking down a couple of strings, much to his dismay- but it quickly turns to sheer delight when you hang them in his room instead, the stars and moons and flower shapes glittering over his nest of blankets and pillows. when it's dark outside the ceiling becomes his own starry sky, and the best part is that the lights illuminate the room just enough so that he can see the outline of your body when you're sleeping next to him, letting him trace your features with the tip of his claw or pull you closer with a soft purr

he also tried to help you put the lights up one time, but that quickly ended up with the strings tangled around his horns and Legacy trilling and shaking his head in confusion, so he just lifts you up when you need it <3

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James who gets jealous everytime you start fangirling over a fictional character (sorry for spamming you, the thoughts are just goin non srop in my head, how are you doing?)

It’s all okay, don’t be sorry, darling. I’m sorry it took me some time. Please feel free to spam me more!

James Potter x autistic!fem!reader

Love.

If you were a word you would be a love. If you were an emotion you would be a love. James was sure about that. James fell in love with you, deeply.

Mostly because of how lovley you are. Mostly because of how you showed love to everyone and everywhere.

“Oh my god! I love those!” You would squeak out of nowhere, stimming with your hands and do your happy stomps and run away from him to pick up daises. “Jamie, dove, look!” you would run back and put them into his curls.

You were so fucking lovely that you were the only one who made James shut up and listen for the first time in his existence. You always greeted your friends with kisses. Little pecks on lips or cheek - and your favourite - on forehead.

James felt like every emotion you ever felt you felt too much. More intense. You cried when you saw something cute, your eyes got all soft and sparkling with happiness when you looked at something you loved.

You told everyone that you love them, you told on everything that you love it.

Once it confused him and he couldn’t help but huff. “So you love him?” James asked, pointing at the lanky boy who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Of course I do love him! It’s Remus! How could I not love him?! That would be very ridiculous of me not to love him.” you swayed your hands back and forth, the urge to stim your happiness and love was enormous.

“And me? I’m your boyfriend?” He asks, playing a bit offended but your smile dropped, replacing it with a sad expression. Why was he mad?

You immediately rushed to his side, plopping yourself down next to him and taking his hand to his. “No no, I do love you, Jamie!” you sang and squeezed his hand like to prove it. “I just love Remus too. In a different way. He’s my very good friend.” Remus nodded in approval.

“And I do love Sirius too. And Lily too. And pasta noodles too and rice too!” You laid your head down on James’ chest, just to nuzzle right there, just to show him that you feel close to him.

James smiled to you, realising that you didn’t understand that he was only joking. He saw those spark of honesty in your eyes and he felt like he fell in love with you again. You were just so lovely and so pure. Your love was so pure.

“And I love you.” You whisper, a small smile spreading across your face as you thought about that you have James, that you love James and that you can lay on James.

James knew better than to get jealous at you for that. You loved your friends. You loved lots of people and things the same way he loved Sirius, his own soulmate.

James just simply loved the way you loved.

He loved when you rambled about your characters.

When you were sitting down with your legs tangled together, your body swinging back and forth, hands clenched in fists as you looked up at the ceiling as and rambled about Bucky.

“…and he was born on 10th March too! He’s so Remus coded I love it! The way Remus thinks of himself like a monster and the way Remus is scared of himself is like the way Bucky is scared of himself and Winter soldier!”

“Wait, did Remus tell you that?”

“No, I just sense that.” You shrugged your shoulders and stopped with your swaying, locking your eyes on your boyfriend.

“Aren’t you supposed not to know how to read a room and facial expressions and… do the autistic things?”

“I have autism, but I’m not an idiot, James!” You frowned. “Plus I took body language psychology classes…”

“I knew it!”

“And I also can feel it. Like I’m not sure how to explain it. Like I’m not able to read your facial expressions like “Oh she was such a bitch today.” but then I simply… know how to do it? It’s very complicated. Please don’t make me think about it, it makes my brain overwhelmed.” a little tears were gathering in your eyes and you felt your brain getting hot.

James dropped his things down, coming to your place and cradling your face in his big palms. He kissed your forehead. “I’m so sorry, babycake, no thinking, okay? No thinking, tell me about your new favourite number. Tell me what colour the number three has.” Then you felt your brain getting cold again, the sudden rush of happiness running through your brain and you jumped on your knees.

You started babbling about how number three has brown creamy colour, how number three feels like yellow moon in the night between clouds and how number three feels like Remus.

“Oh yeah? And what do I feel like, hm?” He asked, caressing your cheek, only for a bit. “Mmm,” you thought. “I can’t tell but for now you remind of number 8 and 23.” “Tell me why.”

And you told him. You told him everything while he held you in his lap.

James hardly got jealous after he understood you. Hardly.

But oh this man. This fictional man that made your eyes sparkles, this fictional man that shaped your pupils into two little hearts.

This man drove him bad. Cara mia, he loved him too. He could see why you love you. He understand a lot.

Bob Floyd was the most sunshine and adorable person in the whole film. He was so cute, sweet and adorable and…“…and oh my god I want to pinch his pink cheeks and suck his dick!” You squeak and your hands were flying in front of you as were tiptoeing on your toes.

“Oh okay! Slow down you Juliet!” James laughs and widely opens his eyes. You just showed him another edit of Bob Floyd, this one had Brazil playing in the background and you felt how fitting it was.

“He’s just so princess and so… so…” your heart is beating faster and faster, your brain getting slowly overwhelmed by the cuteness from Bob Floyd. “I can’t think!” You shout and start walking in a small circle, your hands flying around too. “Oh my god!”

James smiles at you, you look so happy and lovely when you let your love show like that. He is grateful. You mask, a lot. So when you stim around him, he feels like it’s just yours two secret love language.

You never told it to James, but Bob reminds you of James a lot. Your mind made up countless headcanons about Bob. They both liked lego (you assumed, Bob looks like someone who likes lego), they both like golden retrievers and cats. They both look like sunshine. And you loved them both.

You really couldn’t stop talking about Bob. There’s something about him that makes never wanting to be in silence ever again.

James was really really approval of this. He knows you love him and that Bob is something like your platonic crush right now, but there’s something deep inside him that makes him a bit jealous.

Fucking damn it Bob Floyd.

How could he hate him? He truly wanted to pinch his cheeks and suck his dick too, but damn, why was he jealous.

This went on weeks, his face dropping more and more every time you talked about him but his heart swelled more and more. It almost looked like he was jealous at Bob for having you and not Bob having him.

One day you are walking down the hall with Lily, your hand in her as you share your headcanons about Bob again.

“I think he would love lego. Especially those lego flowers because uhm, well… they’re simply fitting him.” You shrug your shoulders and smile, but what you didn’t know is that James is right behind you, patiently waiting for you to finish your talk so he could talk with you.

“He reminds me a lot of James!” that makes him stop in his tracks, but he quickly catch up on you again.

“Oh really?” He can’t help but interrupt. You jump a bit, turning just to fall into his open arms. He smirking down at you, very playful smirk, you can tell.

“Almost got worried that you don’t love me anymore, love.” He jokes, pecking your lips.

“Wait, really?” You knit your eyebrows together and look at him worriedly. Did you do something to make him doubt your love?

“No, not really. I know you love me.” He quickly shook his head, cradling your face and holding you face, just to make feel less worried.

“So you were jealous, weren’t you?” You catch up on him.

“Mhm, only a little bit.”

“Maybe I’ll shift for him,” you jokingly shrug with your shoulders.

“NOT ON MY WATCH!” He puts you closer to his chest, holding you so close that you can feel his weight securing you.

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