#I CRIED BECAUSE THE ENDING WAS SO BEAUTIFUL OKAY

[jeonscatalyst]

I was able to watch Jikook’s entire Live yesterday. Yes, those two kept me up late and now I look like a panda… but it’s okay, because I love them.

Let’s do a little recap of some of the things we learned from that Live:

• Jimin and Jungkook are, without a doubt, closer than ever. It’s so evident in everything… they genuinely love being around each other.

• Jungkook works out a lot… but he still ate six Krispy Kreme donuts and then had ramen right after with Jimin

•Jikook watched AYS in the military together.

• Earlier in the day, Jimin went shopping with his Yoongi and Namjoon hyungs. He was just tagging along since they were the ones who said they wanted to shop but somehow he ended up with three large bags of stuff while the others barely bought anything. Jungkook said he wants to go too.

• For some reason, Jungkook really wanted to apply lip balm on Jimin’s lips (he said they were dry) and playfully wrestled with him over it but Jimin wouldn’t let him.

• Just like in the past, we learned that Jungkook is still obsessed with going into Jimin’s bedroom. He goes in, takes tons of photos and videos of Jimin, some of which he sends to their group chat. According to Jimin, Jungkook comes in, watches him while he sleeps, takes pictures and videos, and then leaves.

• They take funny pictures of each other while sleeping and we actually got to see two of them during the Live. Doesn’t that suggest they’re around each other a lot when they sleep?

• Jungkook said he thinks Lives are better when it’s just him and Jimin.

• Jungkook desperately wants that YouTube channel. (Please!)

• He loves drawing cute, silly pictures of Jimin or with Jimin. We’ve seen some of his masterpieces before, and we got to see another one during the Live. (So cute!)

• Jungkook is tactile as hell. He’s always been touchy, but now it seems like he genuinely can’t keep his hands to himself when he’s around Jimin. And we’re not just talking about handshakes or shoulder and nape rubs… he literally wants to put his entire hands inside Jimin’s clothes because “it’s warm in there.” 😏

• Jikook still fluster the hell out of each other. Jungkook is much better at handling it now, while Jimin still can’t quite hold his own like Jungkook can.

• Their giggles? The most beautiful thing ever.

• Jungkook watched and loved K-Pop Demon Hunters. Jimin hadn’t seen it, but he had watched a few clips and knew a bit about the songs. Jungkook said he cried while watching it.

• All the other members had gone out and Jikook were the only ones at home.

• Jungkook read a comment out loud: “You guys look so good together.”

• Jungkook is still Jiminipedia. He knows his man isn’t going to sleep until he games a little. And let’s not even talk about the huge smile on his face when he said it.

• They did a pinky promise playfully and cutely … Jungkook held Jimin’s little hands and sang, “I promise, I will come to you.” (Do with that information what you will)

• Jungkook still finds Jimin incredibly cute and endearing.

• They watched some of their old performances together. Jungkook visibly cringed at his younger self.

• Jikook are back with the memes and inside jokes.

• Jimin still gives the best hugs.

JIKOOK ARE SO IN LOVE!

I might have missed some things. Will add as needed.

[yanderslutt]

⛧ 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⛧ ❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ❞

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 — HOUSE OF BALLOONS

YANDERE ! GOJO X READER X CHOSO

— slightly based off of the novel tears of a withered flower

Been on another level / No more pain / Look into my eyes / You can't recognize my face...

She doesn’t know it yet.

But she’s already mine.

I watch her through the glass of the train car, fogged slightly from the warmth of her breath against the cold. She always stands in the same spot—three feet from the middle pole, left earbud dangling because she never finishes her playlist. Her eyes flutter when the tunnel lights flicker. She presses her fingers to her temple when the world spins a little too fast.

I know her tells.

She’s unraveling.

And it’s beautiful.

You wouldn’t think someone like her would settle for someone like him. But desperation is a funny thing, isn’t it? It makes you cling to things that hurt. Makes you mistake cruelty for comfort. Makes you crawl into the arms of a man who couldn’t find your soul with both hands and a flashlight.

Choso Kamo is nothing but a placeholder.

He gets to sleep beside her. Touch her. Use her.

And she lets him. Because she thinks that’s the best she can do.

But she’s wrong.

Because I’m going to show her what love really feels like.

The kind that watches you breathe. The kind that memorizes every blink, every shiver, every sigh you try to hide when you think no one’s listening. The kind that wraps itself around your spine and whispers: you don’t have to be afraid anymore.

She was made for this. For me.

You're up and now / You can stay / You can stay / But you belong to me / You belong to me...

I see it in her walk. The way her shoulders hunch when she’s carrying too much. The way her fingers twitch when her boyfriend forgets her birthday. The way her mouth parts slightly when she cries alone in her apartment at night, back pressed against the bathroom door like it’s the only thing holding her together.

I’ve been in every corner of her life without her knowing. Signed her landlord’s lease extension. Gave her professor a grant to keep her on the ethics thesis track. Even hired her boyfriend. Choso doesn’t know who owns the company he just accepted that midnight management position at. But he will. Eventually.

Because I’m done watching from the shadows.She thinks the House of Balloons is just a party. She doesn’t know it’s a trap.

If it hurts to breathe / Open the window / Hold my mind / What’s the read / What you came for?

Black and white. Ribbons. Mirrors. Music that never stops. And her name in the air like a prayer only I can hear. She’ll come. Because she’s curious. Because she’s tired. Because she’s breaking. And when she walks through those doors…

I’ll be waiting.

Smiling.

Just like I always have.

This is a happy house / We’re happy here / In a happy house / Oh this is fun / Fun for me...

These are angel eyes / Nights end so much quicker than the days did / Same pose, are you ready for your day shift / This place will burn you up / But baby it’s okay...

You wanted to have fun.

And I’m going to make sure you never stop.

CHAPTER 1 ; CHAPTER 2 ; CHAPTER 3 ; CHAPTER 4 : CHAPTER 5

[astraeajackson]

when all you wanted was a casual side hobby equipped with mild entertainment value but then you somehow ended up becoming so completely consumed by said side hobby that you now spend your life crying over people that don't even exist

[candleeyed]

happy TDoV!

i was lucky enough to be able to give a sermon at a local church yesterday about trans identities and religion, and how so many transphobic beliefs are indicative of an unwillingness to change how people see others. how i'd seen enough hatred already, and how i and other transgender people aren't monsters. we're just people who want to live, like anyone else.

i had the incredible opportunity to humanize this community in front of a room of people who hadn't seen us as anything more than a debate topic.

i was also lucky enough to be preceded by a transgender woman who had been in trans spaces since the only day we had was a day of remembrance.

she spoke about how scary it was to be visible, and how she'd been in danger many, many times just trying to make the world a little safer for others like her. and how she was incredibly happy to have the life she did, even if it came with its own unique challenges.

as people try and put us back in that space, where just being visible is incredibly dangerous, it's more important than ever that we have each other's backs.

being visible is dangerous. it's okay if you don't want to be visible right now. but we are a community, and sometimes all we have is each other.

so on this transgender day of visibility, please be kind. please remember that we all face our own unique challenges, that none of us are less worthy of love or care or respect than any other, and that it is the responsibility of all of us who can to protect and care for the most vulnerable of us.

be brave, be strong, but most importantly, be safe. i love you.

[positivelyghastly]

Help I’m thinking about the Edward Scissorhands ballet again :’(

[yeahxsurexokay13]

wrong guy, lando norris

summary: fans think yn is dating max, but they've got the wrong guy [bsf!reader]

been a min since i posted! honestly, these just take me way too long and i usually end up abandoning them because i start hating them halfway through from overthinking lol. hope you enjoy this one though (: xx

y/n.y/l 📍 Ibiza, Spain

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y/n.y/l we only argued 3 times, cried 2, and got lost 1 (personal record)

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user9 right so who argued? who cried? and most importantly whO IS THE SHADOW?

user14 can we talk about how u're LITERALLY glowing in that first pic? u look so happy, girl!!

user20 the vibes on this dump… rich people's holidays just hit different.

iamrebeccad ✓ Beautiful girl 😍

y/n.y/l 🫶🏼 miss youu!!

user4 “cried 2 times” is actually impressive ♥︎ by author

user55 lando and max just casually being brothers in the fourth pic 😩❤️

user81 that shot is just *chef’s kiss*!!!! Glad we can always count on this queen for hq content

user63 Okay so I’ve been staring at this shadow pic for like 10 minutes, and I can’t figure it out…

user33 my money’s on max bc that hug pic of them earlier too… feels very coupley.

user63 idk friends to lovers agenda thriving tho

user3 Max and Lando with the face masks are killing me 😂 ♥︎ by author

user6 max or lando? place your bets now. i’m team max but i’ll die on this hill if i'm wrong

user2 which you are, because it’s definitely Lando

user8 guys they’ve literally known each other since forever and go on these friends holidays all the time lmao this is just FRIENDSHIP GOALS. stop romanticising everything!!!

user24 then explain the head kiss?

user8 friendly head kisses???

user24 friendly kisses?? in this economy? be serious. that’s couple behaviour

user12 smells like a third wheel in here…

y/n.y/l sorry, that's just me. i am the third wheel🙋🏼‍♀️

user13 she really said 'stop shipping me with my best friends' lol

user44 max and lando with the face masks in the water might be my new favourite photo of all time

user16 ngl that's not bad statistics for a week long trip ♥︎ by author

user11 If it’s Max, I’ll cry. If it’s Lando, I’ll cry harder. If it’s neither, I don’t know what I’ll do.

user18 i’ve been following these three for years and i’m still trying to figure out if that last slide is supposed to be romantic or not….? HELP I AM SO CONFUSED

user22 what book is that? i need recommendations!!

y/n.y/l just for the summer!!! LOVED it x

user10 i can’t believe she was so chill about posting thAT LAST PIC!??!! miss y/l!!! SPILL NOW

maxfewtrell ✓ Why are you saying 'we'? Pretty sure you were the one who did all of those

landonorris ✓ classic move, shifting the blame

y/n.y/l @/landonorris @/maxfewtrell the getting lost part was definitely a team effort

user1 I need to go on a trip with friends like this ♥︎ by author

user5 being that close to lando AND max and surviving the friendship without catching feelings was too good to be true let's be honest

pietra.pilao 😍😍

y/n.y/l 💞💞

user7 so when’s the next ‘friends holiday'? asking for a friend (me)

15 August 2024

maxfewtrell ✓

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maxfewtrell The real girlfriend reveal, for the record 🫡

👤 pietra.pilao

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user1 WAIT WHAT

user6 so it really wasn’t Y/n??

pietra.pilao ❤️❤️ ♥︎ by author

user4 omg she's the girl who commented on yn's holiday dump!!!

user3 We owe Max and his gf an apology 😭 She’s stunning, btw

user2 omg u two are so cuteeeeeeee! happy for u max :)

user5 your gf is so pretty 😭😭😭

y/n.y/l P!!!! 💕💕

y/n.y/l you two make a better couple than you and I ever would anyway 😂 ♥︎ by author

user9 WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THIS EARLIER?! we’ve been spiralling for WEEKS

user12 actually he's been saying it from the beginning. we just didn't want to listen 😂😂

user8 max: “here’s my gf. leave me out of y/n’s business”

user12 OK but pietra is STUNNING!! Max, you’ve been hiding her for how long?!

user7 the way he had to clarify this because of us is actually hilarious. sorry, Max.

user11 OMG I feel so dumb now we really had y/n in a whole relationship she wasn’t even in 😭

29 August 2024

y/n.y/l

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y/n.y/l outtakes from ai·bee·thuh

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user1 AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!?? MYSTERY SOLVED IG

user12 I THINK THIS MIGHT BE THE GREATEST THING TO HAPPEN TO MY FEED THIS YEAR I AM NOT EVEN JOKING

maxfewtrell ✓ So Lando gets the cute video and I get the passed out in the car pic? Playing favourites, I see. Noted.

user8 Max calling out Y/n for favoritism is peak sibling energy

user33 i can't believe we were full on shipping them not even a week ago omg

maxfewtrell ✓ Also, can everyone stop tagging me in that shadow pic now? Like, I’m good, it’s definitely not me 😅 ♥︎ by author

user11 pietra honestly deserves a medal for surviving this holiday with these three omg

user17 GUYS I WAS ALREADY PRETTY SHOCKED AT LANDO'S VIDEO BLOWING A KISS I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I HAD COMING

pietra.pilao Special week 🤍 ♥︎ by author

user81 the lift photo with the McDonald’s bag is so relatable. even on a fancy holiday, you gotta have your nuggets ♥︎ by author

user25 turns out Max wasn't lying when he said y/n wasn’t his headache... lando’s the lucky one 😂

user10 and y/n and pietra? they do ✨besties ✨ better than anyone ♥︎ by author

user19 can we get a ‘whoops, my bad’ from the ppl who saw them in Ibiza and STILL missed the fact that Pietra was there?

user2 they literally had a front row seat to the full gossip and still didn’t catch on !!!!! like hELLO? u had one job

user14 THE SOFT LAUNCH TURNED INTO A HARD LAUNCH REAL QUICK I AM SHOOK

alexandrasaintmleux ✓ Ahhh loveeee 🩷🩷 ♥︎ by author

user26 both boys punching above their weight fr. i said what i said.

francisca.cgomes ✓ ❤️❤️😍 ♥︎ by author

user16 The way Max is sleeping in that last pic has me wheezing ♥︎ by author

user3 lando is literally holding y/n like he’s never letting her go boy is WHIPPED

user29 WE'RE GOING TO SEE "LANDO NORRIS' PARTNER" UNDER YN'S NAME NOW WHEN SHE WATCHES FROM THE GARAGE what a time to be alive

user7 not the way y/n is casually posting a McDonald’s bag in a robe and THEN dropping the most beautiful couple pic with lando

user5 waIT SO THE BOY KISSING HER HEAD IN THE SHADOW PIC WAS LANDO??? WE WERE ALL WRONG. I NEED TO LIE DOWN.

maxfewtrell you know, it truly baffles me how this was barely even considered

y/n.y/l no one believed in me enough to be able to pull f1 race winner lando norris. humbling.

user20 YN I - 😭😭😭😭💀💀

user38 it was a couple’s holiday the whole time 😭😭 I need a moment to recover

user9 this fandom’s clownery knows no bounds istg.........

user21 not me crying over the hard launch of the year when I was just admiring Max’s sleeping face 5 seconds ago

user24 Ibiza really gave us everything: friendship goals, couple goals, and max in a food coma

user18 IT WAS LANDO KISSING HER HEAD. I feel so betrayed by my own theories and also pretty disappointed in myself i couldn't tell it was his shadow

landonorris ✓ I see you saved the best for last 🖤

y/n.y/l ☺️☺️

y/n.y/l omg guys i wasn’t being dry i just don’t know what else to say with all you watching 😭😭

1 September 2024

[delusionalwh6re]

IVE BEEN WAITINGG FOR SIWAN SMUT 🥳🥳 what about sub myunggi?? i have yet to see anyone talk about this i feel like im going crazy

OUUU I SEE THE VISION AND I FW IT!!! 😍😍 i hope you like this bby <3 so sorry it wasn’t sooner 😞 (i hope this juicyness makes up for it)

࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ if only you were a good boy

࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ lee myung-gi x fem!reader

summary: myung-gi finally lets you take control and you have the time of your life with him

warnings: 🔞smut, male receiving!oral, riding, unprotected p in v, cursing, overstimulation, sexy sub!myung-gi, and dirty talk

authore’s note: sub myung-gi is so yummyyyy… and i’m having sm fun with these lil requests 😭 i have a couple more to write after this one! SEND MORE GUYS

this took longer than i wanted.. ended up being busy 😒😒

The room was hot and heavy. Almost pornagraphic to anyone who walked past. There was moans, grunts, whimpers and cries… but they weren’t coming from you.

“Yesss, just like that baby” Myung-gi threw his head back as you took his dick down your throat.

A hum left your mouth in satisfaction once his mushroom like tip hit the back of your throat. Groans left his mouth as you extracted your throat to give him the best pleasure — were you trying to kill him?

“Don’t stop” his eyes squeezed shut as he gripped onto the cushions beside you.

You laughed on the inside as the man above you fought for his life. He wouldn’t even be in this situation if it’s wasn’t for his mouth.

You got off of him with a loud ‘pop’. Slurping him all the way on your way up just to give a feel — before essentially getting away from him.

He was left completely dumbfounded as he looked down at you with tears in his eyes. This was the fifth time you had done this. Sucking him off just to bring him to the very edge and not even have the courtesy to let him cum.

“Because you haven’t been good” you mocked with a pout before grabbing his overstimulated cock — giving him slow short strokes.

“I-I’m sorry beautiful, I’ll be good. I’ll be good for you okay?” he whimpered while nodding his head in agreement with him.

But you weren’t buying shit that left his mouth.

“Maybe” you looked down at his leaking tip with a non sympathetic face.

He stared at you with pure love as if you were a physically sent angel that was given straight to him. Although you were torturing him.

“So…” you started, flicking your wrist with each stroke

His hips stuttered as he chased after your hand — trying to consume as much pleasure as you would let him. Suddenly, you stood up. His attempts at getting off the edge failing.

You looked down at him with a flat expression as thoughts flooded through your mind. This wasn’t new for you. Myung-gi taking control wasn’t really common — you usually dominated you, not that he minded. So you wanted to take full advantage.

“Suck” you demanded putting two of your fingers in front of his face. An expression on it that you could easily read, he was thrilled with your actions.

While making eye contact, he slowly brought his mouth to the tip of your fingers — licking them before placing gentle kisses against each one, not wanting to let you go.

You smiled at him before bringing the fingers he just kissed to the band of your underwear. Slowly, while still standing in front of him, you went to go touch yourself.

A gasp escaped his mouth at your actions, completely caught off guard with how you’ve been acting tonight. But would be a liar if he said he wasn’t enjoying it.

He gulped as you started to twirl your fingers around while lowly chatting his name “You can’t do that”

You noticed him shifting as he quickly got hard again. A look of uncomfort and greediness written all over his face. You stopped and walked towards him slowly.

“And why can’t I?” you tilted your head looking down at him — fluffy hair a mess all over his face, plump lips glistening with spit, abs flexing while he tensed… he was so damn gorgeous.

“B-because” he struggled to get the words out but you cut him off “Let me tell you something, you don’t own me”

You suddenly sat on his lap before getting comfortable and hovering over him “I can do whatever I want”

You whispered in his ear, tracing you finger across the back of his neck which sent him chills. Suddenly, you took his throbbing dick into your hand and slid onto it in one swift motion.

The two of you moaned in unison before catching each other’s eye. You needed a little time to adjust. After a couple seconds of catching your breath and getting comfortable, you started to form a rhythm with your hips.

A choked out moan left Myung-gi’s throat. The feeling in his stomach rising up again as you rode him. He was so in love with the feeling and really grasped it in.

You began bouncing up and down on him in smooth motions. Your knees were propped beside his quivering thighs, steadying you with dominance.

“Shiit” Myung-gi groaned whenever you slammed back onto him with force. You pelvis’s smacking against each other with intensity as both of began meeting each other half way.

“You spat all that hot shit earlier” you whispered in his ear, causing him to whimper in yours

“I’m sorry” he let out throwing his head back. His hips twitching from the overstimulation you were torturing him with

“No need to be sorry baby, but I’m not letting up until I’M ready” you mocked him with a smirk

He moaned gripping your ass as you picked up your pace again. Slamming up and down on him like you had somewhere to be.

“This dick is so good, all mine” you put your arms over his shoulders to steady yourself

“Yes, yes my love, all yours” he bit his lip. His eyes slightly rolling back signaling he was almost there

You loved having control over Myung-gi like this. So many would assume he dominated you. Well to be fair he did in an emotional way— but nights like this you made him your bitch.

And he loved it.

“You gonna cum?” you squealed once his tip smacked against your cervix — yeah he was that deep.

And Myung-gi being the natural asshole that he was decided to tease you.

“Looks like you are too” he took notice of your face. All bunched up and bothered. It was almost like you were torturing him while also torturing yourself. Not letting yourself cum until he did

“You can let go for me baby” he whispered rubbing his thumb along your backside

“Shut up, let me do this” you clenched around him on purpose to shut him up which worked

“Mhm” he hummed with his head thrown back again not really caring for your words — he just didn’t want you to stop.

Your back was arched — he was so deep inside of you. Making sure not to back down from him so you took all his inches without hesitation.

Your hips began faltering as the thrusts lost its rhythm — both of you approaching an orgasm. “Oh my” you looked down to see your privates connected with slick.

“I love you” Myung-gi whimpered looking up at you with tears in his eyes

“Yeah yeah, and I hate you” you bounced fast in attempt to finally come undone. Rocking your hips back and forth with purpose — you knew it only felt good for you but you didn’t care.

“Just like that, c’mon” he helped you rock your hips back and forth — sneaking his finger between the two of you to rub your clit.

“Oh!” a cry left your mouth as you threw your head back in pleasure. Your bouncing slowly coming to an end as your orgasm raced to you faster.

Your vision blurred as you saw stars — creaming all over him with a gasp. You didn’t even think about if he finished or not. Heavy breaths leaving you as your senses slowly started coming back.

Myung-gi however took his time to try to get his rocks off with lame attempts at thrusting up into you. “Baby” he looked up at you with desperate eyes signaling what he wanted.

You bit your lip at him seductively positioning yourself as if you were gonna let him use you — until you sat up in one fast motion. Walking to pick up your undergarments and clothes that were scattered messily on the floor.

He was completely speechless and was about to approach you until you suddenly stood in front of him. You looked down at him as he made pathetic pleas.

“Please baby, I’ll be good for you” , “I’ll fuck you however you want” “I can do whatever you want me to”

Tears streamed down his face in frustration — were you seriously gonna do him like that?

You opened your mouth and he immediately shut up, waiting for what you had to say. You leaned down to his ear slowly. Placing kisses along his ear and jaw. His body tensed with anticipation until you said

“If only you were a good boy”

And with that, you got your shit and dipped. Leaving him high and dry with no traces of you.

CITY GURLS UP!! fuck he thought 😂😂😂

this was neastyy… i gotta write another one

[stars-and-clouds]

Astarion Romance Headcanons 🥀

SFW:

Side glances when you're besides him

Full on staring when you're not

Immediately looking away when you catch him

"You know the way he looks at you, don't you, soldier?"

His pinky itching towards yours when you're walking, wanting to hold your hand but unsure because, is it too much? Will you reject him?

His hands scrunching up your shirt tightly whenever you hug. He's always the last to let go.

You hold on longer and longer each time because he doesn't want to let go.

His kisses are tender and needy.

He likes the warmth of your hands.

Thinking of what tones will suit your perfume the best. He'll gift it to you after all this is over.

He'll sew the holes or tears in your clothes over the night and pretend he doesn't know what happened next morning.

When you move to kiss his cheek he will grimace in annoyance but lean in as you do it.

"Be careful around Astarion, (Tav). He's not serious about you.", the others will warn you. And Astarion will worry you'll heed their words more than his so he'll do so much to prove his love to you, not knowing that you already trust him (even if that is an objectively stupid thing to do lmao).

He started sleeping next to you from the moment you had sex but ever since you've entered the shadowlands, he ends up cuddling in the middle of the night. He misses the sun.

He likes kissing the palm of your hand or its back.

Likes to pack your bag before you leave camp.

"No one's ever going to love me like that again."

Ever since you told him that there's more to him than just beauty and sex, that he's hilarious, for instance, he finds ways to make you laugh. He loves it. He's started being a lot more sarcastic and makes more jokes just to hear your laughter. He'll never admit it, of course. Other than maybe when it's only you two.

Doesn't believe he will be able to love again if you let go of him.

"Don't be so nice to me." he says with round, needy and pleading eyes.

Thinking of ways he can show others you're together so others know you're not available.

Hiding his jealousy, terribly.

He will rip the throat out of anyone with malicious intent towards you.

"I will wait the whole of my life for you, Astarion." He doesn't believe it at first, but the longer you go on without sex the safer he feels and the more he wants you.

NSFW:

He sometimes cries silently at night, wishing he could make love to you without it feeling so tainted. He wants it so badly, but his past experience prohibits it. The pain of wanting something and being unable to have it only because of himself is too much. He blames himself too sometimes. Wishing he could give you more.

"I don't mind waiting.", you'd say.

"I do. I can't have you, no matter how much I want you.", he'd say.

When you cuddle him sensing he's upset, he will bury his face in your neck to hide his tears. The smell of you is comforting.

Needing you everytime you're tender with him.

Getting aroused when you hug during a kiss.

Wanting to kiss your skin all over, to make you cry from pleasure as you bury your face in his neck.

Wanting you to hold on to him for dear life as you climax.

When he's finally comfortable enough and takes charge of his own sexuality, he'll be so needy.

Realising that the two nights he had sex with you were nothing compared to how good making love to you feels.

When you give up all control to him, letting him do to you as he wants, the pleasure is almost too much bear. The power he feels is palpable and knowing it is you who trusts him so much will drive him near mad.

He will lose control many times so you have a safe word.

You both think of the stupidest word possible as a safe word. Something that makes you both laugh when it's used.

He likes over stimulating you, making you beg and he'll kiss you to calm you.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling.", he'll say stroking you even further and kissing your tears.

"Does that feel good, my love?"

The more you beg the more he loves it.

He likes playing with your hands, holding them in his, touching your fingers, comparing them to his while you rest on his chest, still warm from him being inside of you.

Resting his head against your chest to hear your heartbeat.

Staring at your face and body intently. Taking in every little reaction you make and replaying them over in his head throughout the day.

Staring at you longingly when you're both with the squad, failing terribly at focusing in battle or conversation.

Getting aroused when you're covered in blood.

Seeing you fighting, in general, turns him on. The smell of your sweat, your rapid heart beat, the way your body moves, all of it now only reminds him of making love to you.

Telling you to say his name whenever he's feeling good and you'll chant it as you cum. He loves how it sounds from your lips.

Resting his forehead against yours as he's close to cumming.

"Look at me.", he'll command you.

He likes when your hands rake his hair, pull his hair, tug it whatever. That slight bit of pain arouses him. Better yet, if you bury your nails into his skin.

He likes to look at you falling asleep. It's such a gentle thing. How can someone so strong otherwise be so soft around him? Why him? Why did someone like you choose someone like him? He can't believe he has you.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50833876/chapters/128419966 I am updating these hcs on my ao3, if anyone is interested!

[luveline]

Just re-watched the prison Reid arc and whew! Can I request post prison Reid getting to meet his new baby for the first time with a civilian reader? Like he was arrested while reader was still pregnant and she gave birth right before he got out? Maybe have a Diana cameo cause I just love her🤭

ty for requesting! fem, 1.6k

“Do you want me to take him?” 

You give Diana a grateful smile. “Is that okay?” 

Diana is reedy like Spencer, tall and skinny, but strong, too. She treads the carpet in her moccasins and holds out her arms for the baby, shushing him softly as you pass him over. You’ve had to look after her these last few weeks in a way you weren’t prepared for, but she’s looked after you in turn.

She’s almost completely lucid today. The good news has its hooks in her. 

You look out of the window again. The baby coughs in Diana’s arms, a clearing sound after feeding. If she’s gentle with him he’ll fall asleep before Spencer gets home. You aren’t sure what to do, let him sleep or wake him. What would Spencer want? 

I want to come home, he’d said, choked up over the phone, so badly. I’m so sorry. 

“Are you sure you won’t call him Walter?” Diana asks. “Spencer likes that one.” 

“I’m sure, Diana. He liked Jasper, so…” You bite the tip of your tongue until it aches, refusing to cry again. “So I went with Jasper. I hope he doesn’t mind.” 

That morning when Emily told you he was coming home, you cried like you’ve never, ever cried. So hard that the baby woke up in his cot across the room and cried with you. 

You’d cried a lot after Spencer was arrested, and worse when he was imprisoned. You cried like a baby the day you went into labour because you knew you’d have to do it alone, when Spencer promised he’d be there with you, that you wouldn’t have to do any of the scary parts alone. 

It didn’t take long to stop. You’d grabbed Jasper with your cheeks soaked in tears and rubbed his back, that small stretch of warmth under your hand like a lifeline. In a way, Jasper being Spencer’s has made this easier. You’ve had a part of him. It just wasn’t enough to get over missing him. Every bit of joy —you have a baby now, your beautiful boy— has been swiftly followed with an aching sort of grief. Spencer missed his first cry, first bath, the very first time he opened his eyes. You can’t go back. 

“They said three.” 

Diana doesn’t seem concerned. She’s missed Spencer as much as you have, and you know her worry for him has made her more poorly than she’d otherwise be most days, but the baby helps. “I’m gonna find his bear,” she says. 

You bend down, trying to see the corner of the street through the window. Then you remember the last time you left her alone in the kitchen and flinch. “Hey, Diana?” you call. 

She’s checking the drawers for the bear. You’re not sure why she thinks the bear would be there, but perhaps that’s where she put it. “Can I make you a cup of tea or something?” you ask her. 

“You’re spying on me.” 

“Spying implies you don’t know what I’m doing.” 

She pats the baby’s back. “I can see why you and Spencer get along.” 

It’s a little more than getting along. 

She finds Jasper’s bear atop the bread bin, sitting at the kitchen table with him, the bear sat across from him, though Jasper’s already sleeping again. 

You put the stovetop kettle on to boil and realise with a start that you can make Spencer a cup of tea at the same time. Your smile is unfailing, then. He really is coming home. The kettle begins whining while you recover his favourite mug from the cabinet, untouched the entire time he was gone. 

“How many sugars today?” you ask. 

“Was that the door?” 

“What?” You’re putting the mug down before you can compute. 

“Angel?” 

You feel a rush of emotion all over at the sound of his voice. You try to call back to him, but you don’t manage anything more than a catching gasp as you push out of the kitchen and find him at the door. Right there at the end of the hall. 

Pale, tall. Arms already opening, half a step as you run at him. He doesn’t complain when your chest knocks against his. He doesn’t say anything at all. 

“Hi,” you breathe, pressing your nose to his shoulder. Your eyes stay open —it’s like panic without the fear. He’s really here in your arms. 

He squeezes you tightly. So tight you can’t breathe for a second. Then he gentles, his hands rubbing up and down your back out of sync, face falling into yours. 

In the kitchen, Jasper makes a croaky crying sound, a stirring Diana calms immediately. 

You attempt to pull away. Spencer will want to see Jasper, of course. He hadn’t met his own son. It was all he could talk about for weeks before he went away, and yet—

Spencer just rubs your back. After another half a minute like that, he asks, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah.” You clear your throat.

“Yeah? No one would tell me anything specific, I was worried you might not be alright.” 

“Everything went fine.” He holds you to his chest. He smells like cheap soap. “I didn’t– it was really okay. He was easy, like he knew I couldn’t handle any complications.” 

“And he–?”

You recognise the undercurrent in his voice. It’s the same thing you felt when they put Jasper on your chest for the first time. “He’s perfect.”

“All ten fingers?” 

You pull away. Immediately, Spencer’s taking your face into two hands, his eyes pouring into yours with an intensity that worries you. “He has all his fingers and toes,” you say quietly, “how about you? How’s your leg?” 

He doesn’t seem to be able to answer. Jasper makes another noise and Diana’s chair creaks. You turn with Spencer’s hand on your side, watching as she brings Jasper to the door. 

“Spencer,” Diane says, like she just saw him yesterday, “you’re late.” 

“Sorry, mom.” 

He always sounds younger when he talks to her. 

“Will you take the baby? I was just making some tea,” she says. 

Spencer nods but doesn’t move. 

“I’ll take him.” You kiss Spencer on the cheek. Remember you haven’t for weeks and kiss him again. “It’s okay.” 

You hold your arms out and take Jasper against your chest. Spencer takes a step forward, stops, hesitating, but when you turn to him with a comforting smile the band holding him back snaps. He crosses the room, breath pulled like he’d stopped as he cranes his head to see his baby. 

“Three weeks old today,” you say softly, tipping Jasper back so Spencer can see his face. “He missed his daddy, you know.” 

“You can’t know that.” 

“Of course I can. I’m his mom, Spencer… And who wouldn’t miss you?”

Spencer shakes his head gently, reaching out to caress Jasper’s full cheek. 

“Jasper,” Spencer says. 

“He’s been a great baby so far. Doesn’t give me much trouble. He cries all night, of course… but all babies do. He goes down after a while. I’ve–” You swallow the heat of missing Spencer like a barb dragging against the inside of your throat. “Told him you’re coming home. I told him every day, I promise.” 

“M’sorry,” he says, pained. 

“I know, Spence.” You nudge him. “Time to hold him, honey.” 

He’s more eager than you thought. It’s almost like he’s worried you won’t let him have the baby, but it’s like you told him on the phone: Spencer made a stupid mistake, and you still love him. He never should’ve been going back and forth like that, but you get why he did. Wouldn’t you want Jasper, one day, to care about you in the same way Spencer loves his mother? You forgave him the moment he apologised. 

“It’s alright,” you say, slotting Jasper from your arms to his, guiding his hand behind Jasper’s delicate neck. “Just hold him. He missed you.” 

Spencer sniffles. “I missed him too,” he says. 

“I know.” 

Diana realises eventually that Spencer being home is a big deal. It’s not her fault, not understanding, but the new baby, her relocation again, her nurse barely gone, and Spencer’s sudden homecoming, it’s probably too much to deal with. She finds you, Spencer, and Jasper on the couch in the living room and frowns at him heartily. “You won’t hug your own mother?” she asks.

“You’ll have to hug me around the baby,” he says, sorry. 

She agrees to this without fuss. She caresses his cheek as he’d done for Jasper as she pulls away. 

“Thank you for helping out, mom,” he says. 

“It was all Y/N, Spencer. You know mothers. We’re strong.” 

Spencer looks at Jasper, still sleeping, and then to you, a shade of adoring in his eyes you’ve never seen before. “I know,” he says. 

You curl into his side and take a breath. For the first time in weeks, you let your body relax, finding it sorer and angrier than you’d left it the last time you had the chance to check in. 

Spencer brings the side of your face to his lips to kiss your weary cheek. 

[a-casxandra]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊

Sylus x non-mc, no spoiler.

Part 1 and 2 | Sylus's version of third person to a two-person's home [zayne's fic]

Sypnosis : Sylus was a man who loved too deeply for his own good. He spent his life trying to hold everything together—a demanding mother who never approved of his choices, a wife he adored but often neglected, an unborn child he lost because he wasn’t there, and a sick daughter he never knew existed until it was too late. He tried to be everything to everyone, sacrificing pieces of himself until there was nothing left. In the end, his love—so heavy, so consuming—became the very thing that broke him.

𝗦𝘆𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄

From the very beginning, you were a light he never knew he needed.

Sylus met you at a corporate travel fair. You were just a university student then, volunteering at the tourism booth. Your smile was soft and awkward, your hair tied back messily with a black ribbon. You were nervous, fumbling your words when he asked about package deals for company trips.

He thought you were adorable.

Somehow, that chance meeting turned into coffee dates. Coffee dates turned into dinners. Dinners turned into quiet nights in his apartment where you would fall asleep on his chest, your soft breathing anchoring him to reality.

He loved you. More than he ever thought he could love anyone.

That’s why he married you.

Your wedding was simple. You didn’t want anything grand, just the people you loved, vows whispered with trembling voices, and a promise to always stay by each other’s side.

When you found out you were pregnant, you cried in his arms for hours. He remembered thinking—I’ll do everything to protect you. To protect our family.

But life was never that kind.

Sylus knew his mother disliked you from the start.

She would comment on your posture, your manners, your education. She thought you were beneath him. That you weren’t strong enough to stand by his side in the world he navigated.

He tried. God, he tried so many times to make her like you. He’d invite her to dinner with you, only to watch her ignore your every attempt at conversation. He defended you, argued with her until his throat was raw. But each time you would tug his sleeve, shaking your head, silently begging him to stop fighting. Because it hurt you more to see him argue with his mother than to endure her silent hatred.

Then MC showed up.

His ex-girlfriend. His first love. The woman he thought he would marry someday, before everything fell apart between them.

She appeared at his office one morning, clutching the hand of a small child. A little girl with silver-white hair and crimson eyes.

His features.

His blood.

Lilith.

He remembered feeling like the air was sucked out of his lungs. Six years. Six years he never knew he had a daughter.

She was beautiful… but so frail. Sick. The doctors said she didn’t have long without continuous treatment.

That’s when everything began to crumble.

Sylus tried to be there for you, he really did. But Lilith needed him. MC needed help too. And slowly, his hours were spent more at the hospital than at home. He told himself it was temporary – that once Lilith stabilized, he could focus on you again. On your pregnancy. On the family he was building with you.

But he didn’t notice how distant he became. How lonely your eyes grew every time he left.

That day, you begged him not to leave.

“Sylus… can’t you just stay here tonight, please…?” you asked, tears trembling in your eyes, your hands clutching his coat sleeve.

“[y/n]… I can’t. Lilith needs me in the hospital.”

“B-but I need you too!” your voice broke, desperate and small. “I… I haven’t been feeling well since last night… I feel dizzy, and… and I…” You couldn’t finish your sentence. You were terrified, he could see it. But in his mind, Lilith was worse. Lilith was dying. You… you would be okay, wouldn’t you? You were strong. His strong girl.

“My mother is here. She’ll stay with you. I’ll be back,” Sylus said, prying your hands away from him, kissing your forehead before leaving without looking back.

That decision would haunt him forever.

When Sylus came home that night, he expected you to be asleep. But then he heard it—the muffled sobs from the bathroom.

He opened the door to find you curled on the floor, blood pooling around you. Your eyes were glazed with pain and tears, your hands trembling as you clutched your stomach.

“It hurts… Sylus… it hurts so much…”

He remembered screaming your name. Scooping you into his arms. Driving through the night like a madman. The red lights blurred past. All he could see was your blood-stained pajamas. All he could hear were your fading sobs.

At the hospital, they told him the words he would never forget.

“I’m sorry… your wife experienced a miscarriage. The baby… was already gone by the time you brought her here.”

Gone.

He sat outside your hospital room that night, his back against the wall, head buried in his hands as silent sobs tore through him.

It’s my fault.

It’s all my fault.

I killed our baby… I killed… everything…

When you were discharged, Sylus tried to hold you on the way home but you flinched away silently. Your eyes were empty, staring out the window as though you were already somewhere far away.

Not even a day later, MC called again. Lilith was unresponsive. The doctors needed him there immediately.

“If you leave now… don’t expect to have a wife you can come back to,” you said softly, staring at him with tearless eyes.

The words scared him. Truly scared him.

But Lilith needed him. After losing his unborn child with you, he couldn’t lose his daughter too.

“I’ll come back,” Sylus promised desperately, leaning down to kiss you, but you turned away. “Please… wait for me. I’ll come back. I promise.”

And then he left. Again.

When Sylus came back that evening, he was exhausted. Drained. But hopeful, somehow. Maybe you’d be angry. Maybe you’d shout at him. Maybe you’d cry and hit his chest with your small fists. He would take it all. He deserved it all.

But when he stepped into the house, it was silent.

Utterly silent.

He called your name once. Twice. No answer.

That’s when he saw them—the suitcases by the door.

He opened them with trembling hands. Only your things inside. Only yours.

His eyes scanned the room. Everything he ever gave you remained behind – the dresses he bought to impress his mother, the expensive accessories, the shoes, the bags. Even your wedding ring lay on the vanity table, glinting under the dying sunset light.

You left it all behind.

You didn’t even want to bring a single piece of him with you.

Sylus sat on the edge of the bed that night, staring at the empty spot where you used to sleep. The sheets still smelled like you. Like your shampoo. Like your warmth. Like everything he just lost.

He thought he could balance it all.

Be a husband.

Be a father.

Be a son.

He really, really tried his best.

But life demanded sacrifices. And to keep one, he had to lose another.

He could be a father to Lilith.

But a husband? No. Sylus would never be a husband again. Not after losing you. Because his love… his entire heart… it always belonged to you. It was only overshadowed by the guilt of wanting to make it up to Lilith, the daughter he never knew existed.

Now he had lost you both in different ways.

And Sylus… he couldn’t recover from that.

That night, after reading Lilith her bedtime story at the hospital, he kissed her forehead softly. Watched her chest rise and fall. Memorised the shape of her face, the sound of her breathing. He stroked her silver-white hair, the same as his.

“Be good for mommy, okay…?” Sylus whispered softly, voice breaking as tears fell onto her blanket. “Daddy loves you so much…” He walked out of the room, his footsteps silent down the dark hallway.

When Sylus got home, the emptiness of the house swallowed him whole. The rooms still smelled like you. The bathroom tiles still had faint stains of blood he didn’t clean properly, a permanent reminder of what he destroyed.

He sat on your side of the bed, staring at the blank wall. The moonlight illuminated his profile – the silver hair, the hollow crimson eyes, the way his chest barely moved as he breathed.

For the first time, his phone wasn’t ringing.

No one needed him.

No one was waiting for him.

“I’m sorry… I’m so… so sorry…” he whispered into the emptiness.

He thought he could fix it all.

He thought he could save everyone.

But he couldn’t even save the woman he loved most in this world.

Sylus reached into the drawer, pulled out his old handgun. He stared at it for a long time, feeling its weight in his trembling hands.

He thought about you.

Your smile.

Your laughter.

The way you said his name like it was the only word that mattered.

The way you whispered “I love you” against his chest at dawn.

𝗦𝘆𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀.

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁.

Author's note : it is, what it is. also sylus from the new multi-banner is so cute, like wdym he let mc ties his hair into tiny ponytails?? Anyways, i actually just woke up, did i just chose violence? yes. and now i'm going back to sleep lol

[littlemissforgetfulwrites]

supermodel

summary; as a supermodel, reader has always felt like she has to be perfect and high maintenance but on a random sunday morning she realizes how comfortable she is with the person she thinks might the one she wants to spend her life with

pairing; bf!max verstappen x model!reader

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As the sunlight crept into the room through the sliver between the curtains, the happy couple in their bedroom laid unbothered and sound asleep. Well, one of them was.

Y/n stayed still right where she was; on her side of the bed with Max's arm across her hip wearing one of his shirts. She couldn't help but notice her things around the room.

The makeup she no longer relied on to feel confident around her boyfriend.

The fancy clothes that she once always had to wear to feel beautiful when she was near Max.

The stacks of magazines that featured her on the cover that used to make her feel like the days of her being gorgeous were over.

But over the years that they had been together and all of the memories that they had created, it made her realized that she was no longer the same person that she was when she had first met Max.

They met in Monaco at a bar the night after the Monaco Grand Prix four years ago when Y/n was still a supermodel who had been booking jobs left and right. Max was with some of the other drivers while Y/n stayed with her other model friends. The two started talking after they realized that they the other person had the exact same drink order and the rest is history.

However, it definitely took some time for Y/n to feel comfortable without all of the model makeup, flashy clothes, and perfect persona.

-two years ago-

It was too earlier for neither one of them had to be awake but she didn't care. Y/n only cared about looking like herself in all of the photos in her portfolio and billboards before Max woke up. After all, who wouldn't be disappointed if they woke up and looked at their model girlfriend only to see that she looked nothing like the magazines.

"What are you doing?"

Y/n jumped, grabbing at her chest with her hand before she saw Max in the mirror.

"Just touching up a little," she lied.

Max raised an eyebrow and walked closer towards his girlfriend. He eyed all of the products before wrapping both of his arms around her waist.

"Well, it looks you're putting on a full face of makeup before it's even 7am." Max said with hint of amusement in his voice.

"I'm just trying to look a little nicer, okay." Y/n couldn't bring herself to look up at her boyfriend and tried to distract her with her eyeshadow palette.

"Hey," Max spun her around to face him, his hands now resting on her waist. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Y/n gulped, her eyes still avoiding Max's.

Without another word, he took her hand and led her to sit on top of the toilet seat lid. Max kneeled in front of her, taking both of her hands into his.

"You don't have to lie to me. Just tell me what's wrong,"

Y/n looked up, her eyes glassy as she began to talk.

"I just don't feel pretty without all the makeup and the clothes, you know. I hate knowing that every morning you don't wake up to that model that you met and fell in love with. It makes me feel guilty that now you're just stuck with the plain Y/n who wears sweats around the house and occasionally drinks juice out of the carton with she thinks no one is around." Y/n ends the last part with a sad laugh as she watches Max's expression.

"Honey, don't say that. I didn't fall in love with the model with the fancy clothes and makeup. I fell in love with you. I fell in love for the girl who wears sweats and drinks juice out of the carton when I definitely notice and who cries during children's movies. I don't love you because you're some gorgeous model, I love you because you are gorgeous without makeup and designer clothes and because you have this wonderful personality that lights up the room whenever you walk in. So, I don't want you to feel like you have always have makeup on or wear some dress when we're together because I love you for you."

"I love you too," Y/n can't stop smiling and crying at the same time, it's feels like some huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

"Now let me help you get all this makeup off," Max says as he reaches over for the package of makeup wipes on the counter.

The two spend the next ten minutes in the bathroom laughing and taking off all of Y/n's makeup before deciding to go back to bed.

-now-

Y/n turned her head over to look at the face of her boyfriend who was still asleep. She loved him more than words could ever describe and she was so grateful for the relationship that the two of them had created over their four years together. She wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

"Good morning,"

"Good morning baby," Y/n turned her head over again to greet her boyfriend who was now awake.

Max had this stupid kind of look on his face that was similar to that 'fuck you' expression that he usually wore except he also had love in his eyes. Like he didn't give a care about anything but her.

"I love you so much, I hope you know that." Y/n smiled, taking his hand into hers.

"I love you too, more than you'll ever know."

[cheriladycl01]

Fan Zone Fanatic - Lando Norris x Anxiety! Reader

Plot: You love taking the F1 bracelets off of fans because you will play with them whenever you get anxious and they are a source of comfort for you now.

(I literally do this with my bracelets lmao)

One thing you absolutely adored was fan interaction. As much as you got really anxious in large crowds with overstimulating sounds and smells, you loved helping give gifts to Lando and guide him to younger fans with caps pushed to the back and hold his own hand for comfort when he too got overwhelmed from the amount of people yelling his name.

Right now you were at the gates to the paddock and you were walking through hand in hand with Lando. When you saw a load of fans at the entrance.

“Lando! Lando”

“Come sign my helmet please”

“Lando I have something for you”

“Y/N”

Loads of voices came at one, you smile at Lando and nod your head over to the fans starting to drag him over to the fencing.

“Omg Y/N” one cries handing you a pretty generic McLaren hat, you take it to pass to Lando until she shakes her head.

“I want you to sign it! I’ve already got Landos” she smiles and you laugh, loving that people wanted your signature too.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin it!” You smile kindly at her and she nods again. You sign it and then she pulls a clip of the friendship bracelets out.

“Please take one” she smiles and beofre you know it, you have loads of girls gifting you friendship bracelets off their bags.

Before you know it, you have all sorts of bracelets covering your arms.

There was mainly Lando and McLaren ones, but a few Chili or Enjoy the butterfly’s ones snuck their way onto your wrist that when you were showing Lando all of them once you got into the paddock he was laughing so hard.

“I think my fans love you more than they love me if I’m being honest, they’re always so sweet and respectful to you” he smiles as he shifts through the bracelets before he finds one with your name on it that he takes off your own wrists and places it on his own. “This one im keeping” he comments.

“I think I might head to the fanzone today, deck myself out in McLaren merch and just see what happens” you grin and he looks at you with a furrowed brow.

“Are you sure baby? I don’t think that’s a great idea, you’ve never experienced the fans without a barrier or anything …” he offers and you nod your head knowing what your getting yourself into.

“I know but I want to interact and I’m kind of obsessed with these bracelets now and I kind of want more of them!” You nod having made up your mind fully with a small smile matching it.

“Okay baby, but just keep one of the security with you. Just so they can help you out if needed. You don’t have to walk with them but just keep them close yeah? Take Dave, you like Dave right?” Lando says immediately concerned about you.

“I’ll take Dave just for you’re own piece of mind” you tease lightly nudging him before you take his team hat and grab one of his spare team tops.

“How do i look” you say with a twirl before ending with a hand in your hip.

“Beautiful” Lando mutters with heart eyes as he looks over at you.

Lando if he was being honest, never had it so good. You were literally perfect in his eyes. You treated him so well, and there wasn’t a singular moment he didn’t feel lucky to experience the weird and wonderful phenomena we call life.

“Stop it, you’re making me blush” you comment and he just laughs before kissing your cheek and sending you off.

“Don’t be gone too long okay! And check in with me! Please?” He asks.

“Ooooo wait can I buy some hats and get you to sign them please?!? I can hand them out in exchange for bracelets” you grin and before you know it you’ve got Lando signing as many hats as you could possibly fit in one bag.

He ended up signing 60 hats in the span of 20 minutes which is pretty impressive, considering he has to break to make out with you for 5 of those. Lando was an exceptionally clingy boyfriend.

Eventually you leave waving goodbye to him and smiling.

You walk out of the paddock entrance and around to the main gate. Where you’ve got the sunglasses and baseball cap on, it’s kind of hard to notice who you actually are so you were pretty confident that you could walk through pretty happily.

You noticed Dave, not too close and not too far. You walked into the fan zone seeing all the stools and shops with merch from different teams and the smell of the greasy hot dogs and chips.

You were just walking looking through one of the McLaren stands and about to pick up a Lando Norris t-shirt when a small tap was felt on your thigh. You turn round seeing a little girl, maybe 6 or 7.

“Hiya” you smile and the mum asks if you want to trade bracelets. You nod happily and show her your arms of the ones you had and she sees the LN4 one with his helmet design.

“Oh that’s a good one, Landos helmet” you grin and smile at her kindly taking it off your own wrist and putting it around hers.

“Woah you have so many” you laugh lightly seeing up to her elbows covered in them.

“Take two if you would like” the mum smiles and you nod.

“Why don’t you choose one for me, and then I’ll choose another one?” You ask the young girl and she nods excitedly looking over her arms before picking out a Max one.

“Max huh” you grin taking the MaxV33 off her and pulling it around your own wrist.

“I think I’ll take this one too, my goal today is to get one of every driver” you smile and she grins seeing you take the Zhou Guanyu one.

“I also have something I want to give you from Lando” you grin and she looks excited.

You pull out the signed hat and she squeals, looking over the signature.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” She grins and pulls you into a hug. You laugh back and go to offer the mum one, but she politely shakes her head.

“Keep them for the youngsters” she smiles and you nod. The little girl finally lets go and hands the old hat back to her mum before putting the new signed on.

“Awww look at that! You look so cool!” You exclaim and the girl giggles more.

You say goodbye and get back to shopping. You end up buying an overpriced Lando top despite you wearing official staff uniform as of right now and thank the very shocked worker who asks for you picture once you’ve payed. You offer her a hat but refuses as she got one earlier before her shift from the paddock entrance.

You head into the heart of the fanzone where the sims are and all the other interactive stuff they put on for the fans. You can hear music from the massive stage, which is slowly starting to fill up.

20 minutes until Ferrari on stage.

1 hour till McLaren on stage. You knew you were going to go there for the McLaren one.

“Y/N?” You hear from you far left and see 3 girls with two guys behind them.

You smile happily jog over to them.

“Hey!” You grin and one of the girls squeals.

“Do you want some of our bracelets we brought way to many!” The girls admit showing you their bags full of the beaded bracelets.

“How long did this take you guys! These are incredible” you smile looking at all the different colours and types and the fact some had crystals on them. And all the funny messages rather than drivers names.

“Oh it’s nothing, just something we like to do in our free time!” One of the girls nods.

“They’re lying it took them days to prepare these for the race” one of the guys admits and you nod knowing that was far more accurate.

“How many can I take?” You ask looking at them, it was strange because even though these girls looked in their teens and younger than you they were all a lot taller than you. Making you feel kind of strange looking upwards at almost all of them.

“As many as you want” you start to look through. You burst out laughing at one that says Muppet 1 and Muppet 2 in one of the girls bags.

“Can i take both and give one to Lando so we’re matching” and she nods enthusiastically at the thought of Lando himself having one of her bracelets.

“Omg yes! Please please! Do you erm speak to any of the other drivers?” She asks and you nod, you were close with loads of the drivers. Especially their girlfriend as you were a social floater, sometimes you went out shopping with Alexandra, Charles girlfriend. Or going for brunch with Carmen, golfing with Lily or out to dinner with Oscar and his Lily.

“I do, why do you want me to give something?” You ask politely and she nods handing you a T-shirt. You open it up to see a funny print of George Russell T-Posing.

“I’ll make sure when I get back to the paddock to give this to George” you smile and she thanks you profusely.

You got to the next girls bag and find a Yuki Tsunoda One, and a Lando one that was of his Miami win. It had a little palm tree dangly on it and you knew you just had to take it.

And in the last one you picked out a Charles Leclerc and Ferrari one.

“This may seem rude but I don’t want to trade to many bracelets off, I want to keep as many as possible but I have other gifts” you smile and pull 5 signed caps out the bag handing one to each of them.

“They’re signed by Lando” you smile and they all looked shocked and one almost starts to tear up.

“Can I hug you?” One of them asks before you nod and pull her into a hug. You get a group photo before they run off all having really happy faces.

This is why you were so happy to do this, just seeing that smile on random peoples faces knowing you’d made them feel like that was so rewarding.

You walk to the sim racers and see loads of people on them, trying to get in good laps. You were utterly hopeless on Landos at home so there was no way you were trying it here and making a fool out of yourself.

“Girlie! You want a bracelet!” A voice from behind you says and you turn to look.

A girl comes running up to you, showing the clip of beads in front of you.

The afternoon continued like that. You took bracelets and gave people hats in exchange for them. You were thankful nobody had posted the pictures you’d taken with them yet, so it still didn’t feel like you were having people actively come try and find you.

You make your way to the stage seeing it’s pretty empty now that Ferrari have gone and you stand right by the fence where Lando will be able to see you. There’s two guys in McLaren hats next to you, one in a Lando one and one in a Danny Ric one.

“Damn that’s some fossil merch” you joke and they turn to look at you seeing you’re get up. They laugh and nod explaining how they live McLaren but Danny is their driver.

“Who do you support?” One of them asks before his mate bursts out laughing.

“Dude that Lando’s girlfriend” the other one with the DR3 McLaren hat laughs. And you laugh with him before the guys fully takes a look over you and flushes Red.

“I’m so so sorry” he says.

“It’s fine, but of course my driver is Yuki Tsunoda” you tease and they both laugh. You have a nice conversation with them, you’d get Lando to sign their hats when he was on stage.

The guys were really nice, just asking you questions about the paddock on racing and how long you’d followed the sport and it was nice just talking.

However the more people started to fill up the more you got anxious. Unconsciously your hand started to fiddle with the bracelets, lightly snapping them against your skin or pushing the beads from one place to another. The feeling giving you a certain kind of comfort to stimulate you enough that it was a distraction from all the noise around you.

All of a sudden the music gets louder beofre Naomi Schiff comes out to introduce the drivers to the now packed in crowd.

“Hello, how are we all feeling out there? Little warm today isn’t it. We’ll all of you keep hydrated nearest water station is up to your right” she indicates.

“Now without further or do, let’s find your drivers. Here for McLaren, Oscar Piastri and LANDO NORRIS” she calls and both the papaya boys come jogging out onto the stage.

“Hello Lando, Hello Oscar, how are you guys today?” She asks and both of them nod.

“Yeah really good, it’s pretty warm but we’re excited to be here” Lando says and Oscar nods in agreement.

“Yes, I think I’ve drunk 3 big bottles of water and two cans of monster” Oscar jokes and everyone in the crowd laughs.

“Enjoy the summer break?” She asks and they both nod.

“Yeah I got to spend lots of time with my girlfriend in England, and we …” Oscar starts but is interrupted by Lando.

“Oooo girlfriend, your girlfriend” Lando teases making Oscar go bright red in embarrassment.

“Says you, you wouldn’t shut up about Y/N” Oscar pushes back making Lando just laugh. The boys beside you starts whopping and cheering your name trying to point you out and draw attention to the fact your here.

People start to catch on and help to point you out, making you duck your head down in embarrassment as you laugh.

“Oh look Lando we’ve got some fans calling your name over here, oh wait. Is that … Lando is that Y/N” she says holding her que cards above her head to stop the glare of the sun to her eyes so she can get s better look at you.

You smile and wave being very familiar with the woman.

“Oh you’re right, give it up for Landos girlfriend everyone” Naomi cheers and you blush.

“Hi baby” Lando smiles shyly waving at you making you wave back.

“Wait did you chance tops?” He laughs seeing you now in the Lando Norris official team t-shirt. You nod and he just laughs shaking his head.

Before you know it he’s jumped down and is coming over to you. He pulls you into a hug, before signing some stuff around you and going back up to where Oscar is.

“Well, what did you do over the summer. You and Y/N were very present online” she adds knowing you always loved to post online what you and Lando did as it served as memories to share with a wider community.

Also a lot of what you posted have the fans a fix of their delulu needs which you were always happy to do.

“We want to Boa Vista and then we saw Martin Garrix a good friend play in Ibiza, we saw some of the other drivers there too. Went to a Taylor Swift concert, went to Bali and now we’re back here and racing” he grins and you smile at the thought of the summer holidays with Lando.

“Awww well sounds like you had a lovely time and you’re nice and relaxed ready to get racing again. How does it feel knowing how close you are to a championship with Max?” She asks and he nods.

“Looking for a good result this weekend but with my lucky charm here I’m hoping for a win” he nods and after some more questions posed to Oscar and Lando people start to leave the minute they are off the stage.

You keep a hold on one of the bracelets going behind the stage to where Lando is waiting for you. Dave helps you get past the majority of the crowd who some ask for pictures with you and more bracelets are given to you.

You round the corner into the VIP second and a Lando immediately comes up to you wrapping you in a hug.

“That was nice seeing you it there, but I was terrified the whole time with how cramped in you all looked” he admits as he kisses your temple.

“Look how many bracelets I got! Oooo look I have one for you too, a matching one with me” you grin and hand him the muppet number 1 and show him your muppet number 2.

“These are brilliant. I’m happy you enjoyed yourself.” He smiles and walks you over to the car to take you to the paddock.

Going forward you actually wore those bracelets given to you all the time. You and Lando wore the muppet ones everyday but you would change up which ones you’d wear on your other wrist each day but you always made sure you had one especially when you knew it was going to be an anxiety filled day.

The fans would never know how much these bracelets meant to you but you were so thankful.

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[b1eedthefreak]

Boyfriend Bootcamp

daryl x girly!dramatic!reader

warnings: none! just fluff :3

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It was laundry day in Alexandria, and while the rest of the community used it as an excuse to wear the same pair of cargo pants for the third day in a row, you treated it like a runway show.

You’d carefully picked out the cutest pair of jeans you owned—the ones that hugged just right—and a light pink tank top you’d found months ago but saved for a special day. Your hair was brushed, tied up in a pink ribbon you stole from Judith’s toy chest, and your lip gloss shimmered like you were about to star in a Y2K music video. You even dabbed on a little perfume you’d been rationing, because the apocalypse might’ve ended the world, but it wasn’t gonna kill your sense of fashion.

You stepped out of the house like it was the Met Gala of Alexandria, hips swaying, confidence radiating. And there he was. Daryl, standing with his arms crossed outside the mess hall, chewing on beef jerky like it had personally offended him, looking like a dusty Southern model in his sleeveless flannel and cargo pants.

You strutted right up to him, stopping in front him with a proud twirl.

“Well?” you asked, flashing him a dazzling smile.

He blinked. “Well what?”

You gasped, dramatically clutching your chest. “Daryl! Are you seriously not gonna say anything about the vision of beauty standing in front of you right now?”

He blinked again. “…You get a new belt or somethin’?”

You smacked his arm. “Oh my God. No! Daryl! I’m literally glowing right now. This outfit is a ten! I need you to act like I just stepped off a red carpet.”

He furrowed his brow, his gaze trailing down to your outfit like he was just now realizing it was different. “You look like you always do.”

You stared at him. “…Excuse me?”

“I mean—like, cute. You always look cute. S’why I didn’t say nothin’. Didn’t realize you were fishin’ for compliments.”

“I am not fishing!” you cried, throwing your hands up. “I’m requesting the bare minimum of boyfriend behavior!”

Daryl mumbled something under his breath and looked away.

You squinted. “What was that!?”

“I said… you look good. Real good. Pink suits ya. Makes ya look… y’know.”

You tilted your head. “Makes me look what?”

“Like my girl,” he muttered.

Your heart melted. Just a little. But still, you were a drama queen. And he deserved to suffer.

“I should make you do a boyfriend bootcamp,” you muttered, folding your arms. “Lesson one: when your girlfriend is clearly being the most beautiful gif you’ve ever seen, you tell her. Immediately. No hesitation.”

He huffed. “Ya spun around like a ballerina. Didn’t know what the hell was goin’ on.”

“I twirled…” you corrected. “That’s fashion drama, Daryl. You’re supposed to gasp and say something like, ‘Damn baby, is that outfit for me?’ Or be like, ‘I’d kill a man for you right now.’ Something hot and delusional!”

Daryl gave you a look. “I already would kill a man for you.”

You paused. “…Okay, true. But I want you to say it sometimes, too. For the vibes.”

Later that night…

You were brushing your hair out on the porch when Daryl came out with a blanket in one hand and a weirdly thoughtful expression on his face. He tossed the blanket over your shoulders and sat beside you, pulling you into his side.

“What’s on your mind Dixon?” you asked, resting your cheek on his shoulder.

He shifted a little. “I was thinkin’… maybe I could practice. Y’know. Bein’… more boyfriend-y. The way you like.”

You grinned immediately. “You mean dramatic?”

“Yeah. That,” he muttered. “So I, uh, wrote somethin’.”

Your jaw dropped. “You wrote a speech?”

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, and started reading with the flattest expression you’d ever seen.

“Damn, baby,” he read, monotone. “That outfit is so cute I forgot what day it is. I’d kill a man for you right now. I’d fight a bear. A real one. With teeth.”

You burst out laughing.

“Don’t laugh…” he huffed, crumpling the paper. “I worked on that with Carol.”

You choked. “CAROL HELPED?!”

“She said if I didn’t say somethin’ soon, you were gonna start gettin’ your compliments from Aaron instead.”

You were crying laughing now, burying your face in his chest.

“I love you so much,” you gasped between giggles. “This is the best thing I’ve ever heard!”

He grumbled something under his breath but wrapped both arms around you and kissed your hair.

You looked up at him. “Wanna hear my dramatic line now?”

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Do I?”

You leaned in close, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “You’re the hottest man in the apocalypse. Even when you forget to compliment me….”

He huffed. But the corner of his mouth twitched.

“…Still think pink’s your color,” he murmured.

You beamed. “See? That’s all I wanted.”

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a/n: i hope you guys love girly reader x daryl as much as i do!!

[kxsagi]

hiiiiii, can you make reader giving the bllk boys a puppy or a kitten please? 🫶

(rin, bachira, reo, nagi, sae (+) maybe it’s their dream dog or cat :3

“𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐢𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞”

a/n: hiii ofc this is so cute ❤️

i, too, would name my pet yuzu

ft. itoshi rin, bachira meguru, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi

itoshi rin

rin does not ask for a kitten. rin does not want a kitten. rin receives a kitten anyway. 

“what the hell is this.” 

says that with a cat in his hoodie, purring on his chest, and his entire aura softened like a warm baguette fresh from the oven. 

it’s a tiny grey one you found abandoned near your apartment, and when you bring it to him, you expect him to say no. instead, he stares at the mewling fluff ball for 0.2 seconds before going: “it’s cold. give me your blanket.” 

cue you watching him spend 20 minutes constructing a blanket fort around it like a cat IKEA architect. 

names it something really blunt like kuro. or neko. 

says “don’t touch her too much. she’s scared.” like you’re the guest. 

she ends up sleeping on his face. you take a picture. he threatens to burn your phone. doesn’t follow through. 

bachira meguru

he almost cries when you show up at his door with a golden retriever puppy in your arms. 

“NO. WAY. is that my son? IS THAT MY FUR SON???” 

immediately drops to the floor and starts barking back. puppy’s barking. he’s barking. you’re filming. it’s a family moment. 

names him “chompy.” refuses to explain. 

goes on walks with him wearing matching jackets. even buys him goggles. 

they’re inseparable. the dog howls when he leaves for practice. bachira howls back through the window. 

teaches him stupid tricks like spinning in circles, headbutting people, and booping noses on command. 

one day you come home to find him and the dog in a pile of treats on the floor. “he deserved a little snack party!” sure. and now your kitchen’s a crime scene. 

mikage reo

reo stares at the calico kitten you brought like you stole her from a museum. 

“she’s... beautiful. what if i’m not good enough for her?” 

spoils her immediately. you are no longer his favorite girl. 

gets her a princess-themed litter box. orders organic, salmon-glazed kibble with prebiotics. hires a cat nutritionist. 

takes her to the vet in a designer carrier. wears sunglasses like he’s in a movie. 

starts saying things like “i think she has an eye for luxury.” no, reo, she’s literally biting a sock. 

names her something extra like lady caviar mikage III. 

every time she lays on his chest he looks like he just got knighted. 

she bit his finger once and he told you it was “because he deserved it.” 

nagi seishiro

stares at the puppy you give him for a solid minute like it’s a math equation. 

“... is it maintenance?” 

you promise to do most of the work. nagi: “okay. sick.” two days later, he’s carrying it in his hoodie like it’s his new spawn. 

puppy’s just as lazy as him. sleeps 22 hours a day. they nap together like matching plush toys. 

names it something weird like tofu. 

“don’t touch tofu, he’s resting.” he says, with tofu upside-down on his lap, tongue out like a slug. 

tries to train him by just looking at him. no commands. just vibes. 

when it works once (she sits), nagi gets so smug. “we understand each other. no need to talk.” 

takes him to convenience stores in a sling like a baby. asks if he can get a dog discount. you leave him outside on purpose. 

itoshi sae

gives you a blank stare when you drop the orange tabby into his arms. 

“... what’s this?” 

“love.” 

raises a brow. but the cat headbutts his chin and immediately starts purring like a chainsaw and you see the pixelation of his soul. 

acts cool and unaffected at first. until you catch him letting her sleep in his suitcase. and using a fake voice to talk to her. 

“what do you want, you little gremlin. yeah? food? yeah? you wanna destroy my couch again?” 

names her yuzu. pretends it’s random. actually named her after your favorite drink. 

goes full tsundere. “she’s not mine, she just follows me around.” she literally sleeps on his laptop keyboard while he works. 

lowkey checks his camera roll every night to make sure she’s in at least five new pictures. 

“if anything happens to her, i’m suing god.” 

isagi yoichi

when you surprise him with a shiba inu puppy, he screams. 

“IS THIS REAL?? ARE YOU REAL?? ARE WE MARRIED???” 

immediately puts him on his Instagram story with “me & my son 🥹” 

names him something super normal like mochi. acts like it’s the most creative name on earth. 

treats the puppy like a teammate. “good job, bud! way to poop outside!!” 

you walk in on him training drills with the dog. like. actual cone drills. baby shiba zooming through like a pro athlete. 

"he's got stamina. he could play for bastard in five years." 

buys a matching hoodie for all three of you. “family fit check!!” 

cries a little when the puppy licks his face for the first time. “he loves me.” 

sometimes falls asleep with him on the couch and mumbles in his sleep: “pass it here, mochi…” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Headcanon/Preference # 37

Gifs NOT mine.

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes

Year posted - 2025

So yeah I totally killed the reader off in this one... Wanted this one to be angsty. Enjoy.

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• Obi-wan Kenobi •

• Obi-wan knew he shouldn't have let you join him on this particular mission.

• He knew something was off about this mission, he had sensed it in the Force.

• But he'd let you join regardless, and now you lay at his feet, bleeding out.

• He quickly dispatched of the enemy, and pulled you into his arms.

• "My love stay with me, you're going to be okay."

• He cradled your head in his free hand, trying desperately to assure you that everything will be okay.

• While also trying to fool himself into thinking you'll be able to pull through.

• As your breathing turned shallow, he kissed your forehead, smiling through the pain.

• He needed to be strong for you.

• And as your eyes fluttered closed, and your chest stilled, Obi-wan felt as if a part of himself had died with you.

• Only then did he allow himself to cry, and Obi-wan Kenobi was never the same.

• Becoming a shell of the man he once was, he eventually leaves the Jedi and roams the galaxy, feeling utterly lost without you by his side.

• Anikin Skywalker •

• Anikin thought he could protect you from anything.

• His one truest love, the one person he would have done anything for.

• This is the most dramatic turn of events for Anikin, the moment when he gave into the dark side.

• Cradling your lifeless body in his arms, Anikin screamed and cried.

• "You can't leave me (Y/n), you can't!"

• And with the aggressive flick of his wrist, he killed those that had taken you from him.

• He was merciless, unforgiving, and beyond angry.

• Anikin felt as if he'd died alongside you, and in many ways he did.

• Alone he laid you to rest.

• His once beautiful blue eyes turned to yellow as he watched you disappear from his life.

• Anikin felt as if your blood was on his hands, as if he failed to protect you.

• He also felt as if he failed you, because if you hadn't loved him as deeply as you did, maybe then you wouldn't have given your life for his.

• The day you died, was the very same day Darth Vader was born.

• Qui-Gon Jinn •

• Qui-Gon knew he shouldn't have grown attached to you, he knew it wouldn't end well.

• The rules about attachments, about love, were in place for this very reason.

• Quickly he took care of the man that had fatally wounded you, and held you close.

• Try as he might with the help of the force he attempted to heal your wounds, unable to do so he tried his best to be strong for you.

• He pecked your lips, and brushed back your hair.

• "You're going to be alright darling, just breath. That's it, just keep breathing."

• His hands shook as he placed his free hand over your wound, trying weakly to stop the bleeding.

• Again he tried using the Force to at least try to ease your pain, to make this easier for you.

• "Just relax my darling, we'll see eachother again."

• Qui-Gon promised you with a weak smile, his heart breaking at the sight of your own equally weak smile.

• His heart breaking further as he felt your breathing slow down considerably, the light in your eyes fading with every shallow breath.

• If there was anything Qui-Gon was grateful for, it was getting to hold you in his arms one last time.

• Darth Maul •

• Maul was foolish enough to think you were untouchable, that you were both untouchable.

• And his world crashed around him as you collapsed to the ground.

• Maul thought he knew pain, but all that he's been through, all that he's done. It was nothing compared to losing you.

• "You'll pay for this!"

• Maul growled at the man that was daring enough to hurt you.

• Ruthlessly he slashed at the man, cutting him limb from limb, and keeping him alive until he was satisfied.

• His rage blinded him, and only subsidied when he heard you wheezing in pain.

• "(Y/n) my star."

• Without another thought he dropped his saber, and rushed to your side, cradling you against his chest.

• He was unfazed by your blood seeping into his robes, firmly placing his hand against your wound, desperately trying to at least slow the bleeding.

• "I'll find you again my star, nothing can keep me from you, nothing."

• Maul promised as he rest his forehead against your own, the connection between you both through the Force, assuring him that he could keep that promise.

• He also swore to take down anyone and everyone that was involved in your demise, whoever that man worked for was as good as dead, and anyone else Maul deemed guilty.

• Maul will destroy worlds to avenge you if he must.

• He kept his eyes locked with yours as you slowly slipped away, his hearts thundering with heartache.

• "We will be together again."

• Maul promised before you gave your final breath, a rage filled scream escaping him as you died.

• And all who knew of Darth Maul, learned that after your demise, the Sith could be far crueler, far darker than he had been when you were still alive.

• Maul eventually turns to the traditions of the Zabrak, and finds a way to reunite with you through the magick of his people.

• It isn't enough, and it'll never be enough, because it is simply a ghost of you.

• But until his demise it is all he can manage, and he will accept that while he cannot hold you anymore, he can at least still see you and speak with you.

• Feral Opress •

• Feral is heartbroken beyond belief.

• You were the only truly good thing in his life, you were his and he was yours.

• Savage had witnessed the whole thing unfold, and for the sake of his brother, he struck down the man that dared to harm you.

• Feral wasn't sure what to do, so he acted on instinct, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.

• You had once said laying in his embrace was your favorite thing, the thing that brought you the most comfort.

• And he knew that's all he could do for you, comfort you as you slowly succumbed to your wounds.

• "Sh sh my sweet, just relax, I'm here, I've got you."

• He brushed your hair back in a soothing way, ignoring how much it hurt him to feel your blood painting his skin.

• He peppered kisses across your paling face, his hearts breaking with every kiss.

• You giggled in a pitiful way, coughing a moment later, blood oozed from your mouth.

• And Feral, delicately, lovingly wiped it away.

• "It's okay my sweet, look at me."

• His lip quivered a little as your glossy eyes peered into his own.

• "I love you, don't you ever forget that."

• He pecked your lips, tears escaping him when your final breath wheezed out from your lungs.

• Savage Opress •

• Savage instantly saw red, his hearts filled with rage, and regret.

• He ripped the man who hurt you limb from limb with his bare hands. The man's blood only cooling his temper a little.

• Dropping the carcass carelessly to the ground, he rushed back to your side, and as gently as he could he picked you up and cradled you against his chest.

• With you in his arms, Savage walked carefully across the tundra of the desolate planet you were on, unable, unwilling to just leave you on this wasteland of a planet.

• "Oh little one, my sweet stupid girl. You should have just let me handle him."

• He meant well, he really did. But he was hurt that you would do something so reckless, so selfless.

• You had once promised him forever.

• You giggled weakly, reaching up to caress his handsome face. And Savage melted into your touch.

• His hearts broke, knowing he couldn't save you, not this time.

• His blazing eyes locked onto your pale face, he wanted to commit your face to memory, despite the fact that he already has every part of you committed to memory.

• "I'll see you again little one, through the magick, the Force, I will see you again."

• He promised as he cradled you close, the chill of your skin finally breaking his resolve.

• Savage cried as he held you close, falling to his knees as you struggled to breathe.

• He grew darker that day, much darker. Swearing to fight to the bitter end, until he could be reunited with you once more.

• Kylo Ren •

• The moment you collapsed before his eyes, Kylo felt as if he would die alongside you.

• With a rage filled cry, Kylo cut down the man that hurt you, and threw the rest over a nearby cliff with the Force.

• He fell to his knees beside you, watching helplessly as your blood stained the snow around you.

• "Starlight what have you done?"

• He breathed out as he pulled you into his arms, tears of heartache and rage streaming down his face, his helmet long since abandoned.

• "I couldn't- couldn't let you get hurt."

• You had wheezed out, desperately clutching the deep gash at your side. Kylo's hand rest over yours, desperately hoping to stop the bleeding.

• "I can't live without you."

• Kylo whispered in a broken voice, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

• He squeezed you tighter, as you grew colder and colder in his arms.

• "Don't leave me, please, I can't go on without you."

• Kylo shook in his sorrow and rage, as your breathing became shallow.

• Despite the fact that you were literally dying, you still tried to comfort him, brushing his hair back weakly, your blood staining his pale skin.

• This only served to break his heart further, how can he possibly go on without you?

• Kylo is the most likely to rage an all out war, in hopes of getting himself killed so he could be reunited with you.

• But that's not to say he won't fight to the bitter end.

• Armitage Hux •

• It took everything in Armitage to stay standing, to not collapse and cradle you in his arms.

• If he had done so, he knew your sacrifice would have been in vain.

• But the moment the man is killed by his troopers, he's falling to his knees and pulling you into his arms.

• "GET A MEDICAL DROID NOW!"

• He barks at his men, who rush to follow out his order.

• But it's too late, your once bright eyes are dull and lifeless, having died on impact.

• That doesn't stop Armitage from deluding himself into thinking you'll be okay.

• He's crying, and begging you to wake up, but you don't respond to any of his attempts to stir you.

• "Please angel, wake up, come on."

• He's shaking you, kissing you, and eventually in his desperation he's beating on your chest in an attempt to get your heart pumping again.

• By the time a medical droid comes, he refuses to let you go. His troopers eventually have to tear him away from your body.

• He's kicking and screaming, red in the face as he fights them. But it's no good, they are to strong.

• Armitage has to control himself during your funeral, every instinct in him screaming to not let you go, to fight to bring you back.

• He is much harsher after this, starting arguments more and more with Kylo, and taking every ounce of pain when Kylo throws him across the room with the Force, as if he deserves to be punished.

• He's even trying to goad Kylo into killing him, but the man has a little more restraint than the General had thought.

• Armitage is the most likely to give into his dark depressive thoughts, and take his own life.

• His final thoughts are of you and you alone.

• General Grievous •

• You were his most prized "possession" so to speak, nothing in all of the galaxy meant as much to Grievous as you did.

• "My treasure, no you can't do this, you can't leave me I forbid it!"

• He's killed the man before you even hit the ground, where you lay for mere moments before he's cradling you in his arms.

• He's gentle with you, as he quite literally sprints you to the nearest medical bay.

• "Get out all of you!"

• He barks at the droids, not trusting them to fix what cannot be undone. Certain that he'll be able to save you.

• He's frantic in his attempts to patch you up, almost unaware of the way you gently touch his arm.

• Grievous froze in an instant when you weakly called out his name, his attention now solely on your face, cupping your hand in two of his.

• "What do you need treasure?"

• He asked in a soft voice, ignoring how his voice shook with emotion.

• You simply smiled at him, as if taking in the sight of him was all you cared about in that moment.

• "I-I lo-ve-"

• You tried croaking out, only for your breath to be stolen as you slipped away, dying before his very eyes, trying to declare your love one last time.

• The very ground shook with his scream of despair and heart retching agony.

• From that moment on he took out every ounce of pain and anger at losing you on anyone he deemed a threat.

• Sometimes even on innocent people, who would unknowingly remind him of you.

• He fought dirty and ruthlessly, uncaring if he would get himself killed, or if he would even succeed.

• Grievous also travelled far and wide across the galaxy in an attempt to find some way to bring you back to life.

• He cared not for whatever it might cost, or what he might have to do, who he would have to kill.

• If there is a way he can bring you back, he'll find a way, not matter how long it takes.

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[i-get-obsessed-fast]

Lacy

Well, aren’t you the greatest thing to ever exist.

Summary: You see your ex and his new girlfriend out at the bar and can’t help but feel a bit insecure, but no worries because Spencer Reid is there to remind you of your worth.

A/N: tbh I lost the plot halfway into writing this and got SO into the tension lol hope you enjoy still <3 xoxo

BYR(b4 you Reid): Alcohol, TENSION, kissing (ofc), feeling unworthy, and mention of case

The bar is buzzing, low lights, the hum of conversation, and the occasional clink of glasses.

The team had practically dragged you here, insisting that a night out was long overdue. After weeks of exhausting cases, the idea of cold drinks and hanging out with your favorite people outside of work hours didn’t seem too bad now that you were here.

You smiled as Penelope cheered. “To surviving the monsters of the world!” She raised her pink cocktail up high, all of you following her lead.

But the warmth from that moment is gone now.

You see them before they see you.

It’s like the universe had something out for you, your ex, standing just across the room, illuminated by the neon glow of the bar sign.

And not to far from him is his girlfriend, Madison. God she was perfect, her blonde hair, her long legs, the way she carried herself.

Her laugh rings out like wind chimes, angelic.

You were over your ex. But when you see who he ended up with, a flicker of insecurity crept in. She was nothing like you. Effortlessly feminine, with a kind of beauty that turned heads without even trying.

You’d met her a couple times before, back when she was just someone in his orbit. Even then you couldn’t help but be drawn to her. There was something captivating about the way she carried herself, like she belonged in the spotlight without even asking for it. And now, standing next to your ex, she seemed even more perfect. The thought lingered, no matter how much you wished it wouldn’t.

Your stomach tightens, watching the way they fit so perfectly together.

“You okay?” Spencer’s voice is gentle. He’s sitting beside you, long fingers wrapped around a half-empty glass of something dark.

The concern in his eyes is immediate, his brows pulling together the way they always do when something unsettles him.

“Yeah.” You manage, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m fine.”

You’re not fine.

You turn to Spencer, and the moment your eyes meet, he knows something is wrong. His gaze flickers past you, and when he spots them, understanding dawns on him.

“Don’t worry about them.” He says softly, his voice steady.

You nod, trying to convince yourself to follow his advice. But a part of you can’t resist, one last glance. It’s a mistake. Your eyes locked with his, and the familiar ache returns, sharp, and unwelcome.

“Oh no.” You mutter under your breath, watching them start toward you.

Spencer knows all about your ex, the way he tore you down piece by piece, the amount of nights you spent in tears because of him, and how his words made you question your worth.

Spencer hated every second of it.

It baffled him how someone like you, so kind and strong could have ever been treated that way.

When the breakup finally happened, Spencer hadn’t even tried to hide his relief. He was your safe place through it all, your constant.

He’d sat with you through the worst nights, held you while you cried, whispered reassurances that you were worth so much more. There were countless evenings when he’d stay over just to make sure you weren’t alone, reading to you until your breathing slowed, running his fingers through your hair until you fell asleep.

Now, as your ex and his girlfriend draw closer, Spencer’s hand instinctively finds yours beneath the table. His fingers curl around yours, warm and steady, grounding you. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Y/n?” Your ex says

“Alex.” His name tumbled awkwardly from your lips before you could stop it.

But you’re quick to recover, straightening your shoulders as you flash them a perfectly sweet, undeniably fake smile.

“Hey.” He says, “it’s been awhile.”

You can barely breathe.

“Yeah.” You nod stiffly. “It has.”

His eyes shift over to Spencer. “Hey, Spencer! How’s it going?” He extended his hand, expecting a handshake.

Spencer barely spared it a glance, giving a curt nod instead. “Hey.” He replied, keeping his hands where they had been, making it clear he had no intention on reciprocating.

Madison smiles that perfect, enviable smile that makes you feel even smaller. She’s prettier up close.

“Hi!” She says sweetly. “Hello.” You smile in return

Spencer shifts beside you, you could see the tension in his jaw, he didn’t like this.

“So, uh you guys here together or?” Alex asks with an eyebrow raised, “No the rest of the team is probably on the dance floor.” You say

“Oh so you still work for the BAU? That job, it was the reason for most of our arguments.” He laughed

“Yup. Still there.” You nodded as you took a sip from your drink. “And you?”

“Doing well. Madison and I actually just moved in together.” He casually says, like it didn’t twist the knife even deeper.

“Oh…that’s great.”

Madison beams, completely unaware, or maybe entirely aware, of the weight her presence carries. “It’s been wonderful. He’s so helpful.” She gushes as she leans into him, her hand resting on his chest. “I’m really lucky.”

Lucky.

You want to throw up.

“You know, y/n’s been doing some incredible work. We just closed a tough case in Miami. A women was targeting men who had abused her, both physically and emotionally. It was complicated, but y/n was the one who made the connection that led us to the unsub. Without her, we wouldn’t have had stopped her in time.” He says, never breaking eye contact.

It was subtle, but you catch the protective edge in his tone. He wasn’t just making small talk, he was reminding them, reminding you, of your worth.

Madison tilts her head curious. “Wow, that’s impressive.”

“It is.” Spencer agrees, his gaze steady. “She’s one of the best profilers we have.”

The words hang between you, their weight pushing back against the ache in your chest, and for the first time since they’ve walked up, you breathe a little easier.

“Well.” Your ex clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable now. “It was nice seeing you, y/n. Spencer you as well.”

“Right.” Spencer says, you just nodded.

Madison offers one last smile before they disappear into the crowd, their laughter trailing behind them. But it doesn’t sting quite as much now.

Spencer shifts his focus on you, studying your face carefully. “You okay?”

You exhale, the knot in your chest loosening. “I think so.”

“You didn’t have to be so nice, you know.” He murmurs. “Not to them.”

The comment catches you off guard. Spencer Reid, the guy who’s kind to everyone, even the people who don’t deserve it, is telling you that you didn’t have to be polite? It’s enough to make you pause, blinking up at him.

“Yeah, I know.” You reply with a slight smile, trying to shake off the lingering tension.

“Maybe we should do another round?” Spencer suggest, your mouth falls open in disbelief. “Okay, now what did you do with Spencer Reid?”

He laughed. “The Spencer I know doesn’t suggest another round of shots.” You continue

He shrugs, clearly enjoying the reaction. “I just want to make sure you have a good night. And I meant what I said earlier, you’ve been doing incredible work. We wouldn’t be here without you.”

“Spencer, you’re too sweet.” You say, your heart fluttering.

He calls the bartender over, ordering another round. Before long, the drinks are passed around between you and your friends, and the night pulls you in further.

You lose track of how many you’ve had, not that it matters.

Laughter bubbles from your lips, and somewhere along the way, you end up with Emily and Penelope singing and dancing on a mini stage.

You guys moved together on beat, laughing at each other, and singing to each other as if no one was watching.

You guys looked crazy.

“I need a break.” You giggle, peeling yourself away. “You better come back!” Emily shouts, spinning dramatically.

You wave her off with a laugh, your chest raising and falling as you catch your breath. The moment you glance toward the bar, you spot him, Spencer lounging in a chair, nursing a drink, and watching you.

His eyes are steady, like he’s been keeping track of you the whole time.

Without thinking, you make your way over. The alcohol has softened your nerves, and before you can second guess it, you slip an arm around him, settling onto his lap.

“Are- are you alright?” Spencer stammers, his hands instinctively resting on your waist as if to steady you.

You nod, brushing a strand of his hair away from his face. “I just needed to sit down.”

“There was a seat right next to me.” He points out, though the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” You’re already preparing to stand, but his hands tighten gently, holding you in place.

“No, no. not at all.”

Your fingers trail along his jawline, tracing the sharp lines of his face. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t pull away. The warmth in his eyes makes your chest tighten.

“Thank you.” You whisper, leaning in close enough that your lips brush the shell of his ear. “You really helped me today.”

“How?” His voice cracks slightly, his face only inches from yours. You guys were playing a dangerous game.

“With Alex.”

Spencer shrugs like it was nothing. “I only said the truth.”

You nodded, and let silence fall as your fingers threaded through the hair at the back of his neck.

“Am I pretty?” You suddenly ask, he blinks. Startled. “What?”

“Be honest. Not just because you’re my friend. Am I pretty? Like Madison pretty or just pretty…”

His jaw tightens, something flashes behind his eyes, frustration, maybe. Or something deeper.

“You’re beautiful y/n.” He tells you, you sucked in your lips.

“Y/n.” He sighs. “You can’t compare yourself to her. Alex was a-a jerk, who always made you feel like you weren’t enough, but you are. And he’s gone now. You don’t have to think like that anymore.”

Your teeth catch your bottom lip as you absorb his words. “So if you think I’m beautiful, why haven’t you ever said it?”

Spencer visibly tenses. “What?”

“Why haven’t you ever told me I was beautiful?”

“I-” his voice falters, his hands still firmly on your waist. “I’m telling you now.”

“Yeah, but only because I brought it up.”

He swallows hard, you could see his Adam’s apple, and his fingers trace absentmindedly against your side. Then, in a moment of quiet resolve, he laces his hand with yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“I didn’t think you’d ever want to hear me say that.”

Your heart thuds painfully. “I think you’re pretty Spencer. I think you’re handsome. I think you’re smart and funny. And-” you smile softly “perfect.”

His breathing picks up, and for a moment, he’s speechless. He clears his throat. “So why haven’t you told me all this before?”

You grin. “Touché.”

The electricity between you is undeniable. Your fingers continue to twirl absentmindedly in his hair, and he leans into your touch like he doesn’t want it to stop.

When your hand moves to cup his face, the tension snaps. Before you could think better of it, you press your lips to his.

At first, he melts into it, his mouth moving softly against yours. But then reality crashes in. Spencer pulls back, his chest rising and falling as he stares at you.

“Y/n, you’re drunk.”

You shake your head, trying to close the distance again, but he gently grabs yours arms trying to keep you still. “I want you, Spencer.” You whisper, your thumb tracing along his lips.

His eyes flicker with something you can’t quite read. “I want you too.” He admits, his voice low. “But not like this. Not when you might regret it in the morning.”

“I won’t.”

“You might.” He says softly. “And I respect you too much to let that happen.”

Your shoulders slump as you tuck your face into the crook of his neck. The warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his breathing.

“I value you, y/n. You’re not just a coworker, or my friend. You’re someone I care about, and I can’t lose you over one night.”

“Okay.” You whisper, though the ache remains.

“Come on.” He murmurs, his hand slipping into yours as he helps you stand.

As you weave through the crowd, Derek raises a brow, his grin all too knowing. “Where are you two heading?”

“She’s drunk.” Spencer explains, his arm steady around your waist. “No, I’m not.” You argue.

Derek laughs. “Uh-huh. You two be safe. Let me know when you get home.”

Spencer nods, his hold on you never wavering.

“Spencer.” You mumble once you’re outside, the cool air biting at your skin. “Yeah?”

“Can I spend the night with you?”

He pauses, his eyes searching yours. He wasn’t going to let you go home all by yourself anyway.

“Yeah.” He says softly. “Of course.”

You grin. “Yay.”

“And you’re going to read me a book, right?” You ask, he nodded. “If that’s what you want, is there any more requests?”

“Play with my hair.” You say. “All right, but I doubt you’re going to stay awake.”

“I will.” You insist, thought the sleepiness was already creeping in.

By the time you reach Spencer’s apartment, you were beyond exhausted. He guided you inside with careful hands, the warmth of his touch lingering. You barely noticed as he knelt to slip your shoes off, the tenderness of the gesture making your chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with alcohol.

“Come on.” He murmured, leading you to his room.

He disappeared into his closet for a moment, rummaging around, and returned with one of his worn t-shirts, and a pair of pajama pants.

“Here.” He offered them to you.

“Thanks.” You smiled, your fingers brushing against his as you took the clothes. Without a second thought, you pulled your shirt over your head.

Spencer spun around so fast, it was almost comical. “O-okay. Just- uh, let me know if you need anything.” His voice cracked slightly, his ears burning red.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Spence, you’ve seen worse things at crime scenes. Is my body really that bad?” You tease. “No, it’s not your body. It’s just, it was unexpected.” He says as he rubs the back of his neck and makes his way out of the room shutting the door behind him.

Once you were changed, you settled beneath his blankets. His scent surrounded you, clean and familiar, like old books and a hint of coffee. It was intoxicating.

A light knock came at the door. “You okay?”

“Yup.”

He stepped inside, his gaze immediately softening when he seen you wrapped up in his blankets. In his hands was a mug of tea and a small plate of crackers. “Here. The tea should help in the morning. And the crackers just so you don’t sleep on an empty stomach.”

Your chest swelled at the gesture. “Spencer.” you whispered, taking the cup from him. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” he lingered, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. “I was going to crash on the couch.”

Your brows furrowed. “But you never sleep on the couch when I stay over.”

“I just thought you might want some space.”

“I don't want space.” you said, your voice low, almost pleading. “I want you here.”

“Okay, I'll be right back.”

You watched as he disappeared into his closet, and when he returned, he'd changed into a loose t-shirt and sweatpants. The sight of him so relaxed, sent a flutter through your chest.

He crossed the room, sliding under the blankets on the other side of the bed. You felt the warmth of him, the shift of the mattress beneath his weight.

You finished up your tea, and crackers eager to lay down already.

“Can we cuddle?” You ask, his lips quirked, but his voice was tender. “Yeah.”

Without hesitation, you scooted closer, nestling into his side. His arms instinctively wrap around you, his fingers brushing lightly against your back. You swore you could feel his heart pounding, the rhythm quick and steady.

His hand found its way to your hair, his fingers trailing through it with practiced ease. The sensation lulled you almost immediately, every stroke unraveling the tension you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

“Y/n.” He whispered after a while, his lips close enough to brush against your forehead.

“Hmm?” You were barely awake now, the warmth of him anchoring you.

“I was supposed to read to you.” He murmured, a smile in his voice.

But you don’t respond. Your breathes had evened out, soft and rhythmic against his chest. He gazed down at you, the corners of his mouth lifting in quiet affection.

“Goodnight.” He whispered, brushing a gentle kiss onto your head. And with that, Spencer allowed himself to drift off…

Aww are they friends ?

WORSE.

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