#WHAT IS HAPPENING HES RUNNING AND THEY LOOK TERRIFIED

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sweating- o.piastri

summary: oscar has been acting strange

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! Brown! reader

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Zak had been worried about Oscar for a while. The far-off looks in meetings, the silence at dinners, the constant stares he was getting, all of it. He’d even been so worried, that he came to you, and you’d told him that Oscar had been just fine at home, so it must be something to do with work. 

It was a strange thing, to be dating your boss’s daughter. Oscar had in fact fallen for you within seconds of meeting you back in 2022, his first visit to MTC, before everything else happened. You, a legal trainee on the McLaren legal team, was the one running him through his contract, and he was very thankful that his lawyer was there to ask questions, because he was just focused on you. As he joined the team, you two got closer. About half way through his rookie season, he finally plucked up the courage to ask you out, and you had said yes. What ensued was a few months of sneaking around until you finally told your dad, who supported you two, but from afar. He liked Oscar, would he have preferred you pick someone that wasn’t his driver, yes, very much so, but he didn’t have a say in your life. You were an adult and if you wanted to go get your heart broken by an F1 driver, that was up to you. The one thing Zak hadn’t accounted for was the fact that Oscar was a sweetheart who was genuinely head over heels for you. He saw it when you were in the paddock, how Oscar smiled a little brighter, how he made you a priority all weekend, how he performed better. 

So what the fuck was going on with Oscar now? 

Zak was worried that he was planning on breaking up with you, or maybe he was just going through some mental roadblocks at work, so he called him into his office. 

Oscar awkwardly took a seat across from him, waiting to be addressed. 

“Are you alright, Osc? You seem a bit… off lately,” Zak asked, nothing but concern in his voice. 

Oscar shook his head. “I’m fine,” he said, but even he knew it sounded wrong. This is really not how he wanted this to go. He was insured of Zak’s worry by the way his brows furrowed. “You can talk to me kid, you know that right? If it’s about Y/n or-”

“It’s not about Y/n,” Oscar assured him. “I’m alright, I promise.”

“Oscar, talk to me, I’m here for you. If you’re going through something-”

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask for your blessing!” he admitted, speaking far too loud and far too fast. Oscar looked up to see Zak’s face blank, his jaw slightly dropped. “I’m so sorry-”

“You have it,” he said. Now it was Oscar’s jaw that dropped. “Of course you have it,” Zak’s lips turned into a smile. “She adores you. You clearly adore her. I love you, my wife loves you, my sons love you. Of course you have my blessing.”

He took a deep breath and smiled. “Thank you,” he chuckled. “God, I was terrified.”

“You thought I’d say no?”

Oscar shrugged. “Maybe?” 

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Zak was very happy when he woke up to a call from the two of you, engaged, a few weeks later.

oscarpiastri

liked by pierregasly, zbrownceo, landonorris and 348,928 others

oscarpiastri: awesome season, can't wait to marry this girl though :)

comments

landonorris: OMFG YALL ARE YOUNGER THAN ME PLZ SLOW DOWN -> oscarpiastri: no more papaya rules 🤷

pierregalsy: too young -> kikagomez: bitch -> user92: lmao he's never said that before

zbrownceo: Congrats guys! Can't wait to walk you down the aisle!

charlesleclerc: MY SON IS GETTING MARRIED!!!!!! -> oscarpiastri: thank you adoptive father :)

user93: god she is GLOWING

user12: these are the cutest photos ever!!!!!!!

user8: THE RINGGGGG

lilymunihe: OMG I'M SO EXCITED!!!! ->youruser: OMG LOVE YOUUUUU

user98: they're so in love it's actually sickening

logansargeant: no ring picking creds? -> oscarpiastri: I don't think grimacing at every ring I chose was very helpful -> hattiepiastri: nah, but it was funny

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Low Pain Tolerance | S.R. x Reader

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader Word Count: 1.4k Category: angst, hurt/comfort? Warnings: commitment issues, wildly insecure!reader (it's really just me) A/N: I haven't written for Spencer before, so please excuse any OOC inaccuracies and be nice okay! I am a long-time lurker/admirer of the lovely @pathologicalreid and am writing this for her cutesy margovember event :) Song Inspo: Low Pain Tolerance by Abby Holliday

You never enjoyed running.

Still, that didn't stop you from doing it often. Whether it be on the job or in a relationship, you ran.

To catch a bad guy. To catch yourself before you fall. To stop something terrible before it happens... You ran.

In this instance, you found yourself running from Spencer Reid.

"Would you look at me? Please?" he pleaded.

You knew if you were to turn around that you'd see his glassy doe eyes and be drawn right back in. You knew your weaknesses, and he was certainly one of them. The biggest one. That's why you stayed put, staring at his bedroom wall.

"I can't, Spence." You meant to say it with finality, but it came out more as a whimper.

"You can't look at me, or you can't-"

"Neither. Both."

As the holidays approached, Spencer had mentioned the idea of the two of you making a trip out to Vegas. "Just for a day or two," he'd promised. Though there wasn't much he treasured about home, you knew that his mother was there, and that was more than reason enough.

This evening, he'd brought it up again after letting you avoid the topic for weeks.

"It's only a matter of time before you figure it out," you admit.

"Figure what out?"

"God, Spence, that I'm only bringing you down!" you nearly shouted, though you hadn't meant to. The anxiety took over. "I'm like... gahhh! I don't know how to do any of this, I-"

To your dismay, he let out a laugh as you finally turned to face him. A real, genuine laugh.

"Bringing me down?" He looked at you with an earnest amusement. "Honey, I don't think you realize what you-"

"I'm scared. Okay? Is that what you wanted me to admit? That I'm scared of meeting her?" A single tear gushed down your cheek.

His brows knit in concern as he quickly thought of ways to disprove the common fears surrounding schizophrenia and it's manifestations.

"Baby, schizophrenia doesn't ma-"

"Dammit Spencer, it's not about that! It's- I..."

You found yourself stumbling over your words.

"I don't care about her diagnoses!" you laughed. (Of course, you did care, but that wasn't what was scaring you.) "I'm scared of this!" you said, waving your hands between the two of you. "I don't want to rush it. I don't want to get her hopes up..."

You let your legs give way to sit on the floor against the wall, your head in your hands, mumbling to the cold hardwood.

"I don't want to get my hopes up."

There was it. That was the truth.

You weren't used to it. You weren't used to someone asking you how your day was and really caring. You weren't used to the notion that a man would want to wrap himself around you at night and keep you close. You'd never been one to draw much attention from men. Or women. Or anyone, really.

Naturally, you figured that there must be something deeply and inherently flawed in you. Something Spencer had yet to discover.

So, being with him was... terrifying. You were constantly waiting and wondering when he'd conclude that you weren't as pretty as he initially thought, or as witty, or as intelligent, or kind, or...

And it would only be cruel to drag Diana into this. To have her think that perhaps her son had found his person. To have her thinking that she might be meeting her future daughter-in-law. It felt cruel to yourself, in some twisted way, to pretend that this was all going to last.

Spencer was typically a fast thinker, but your admission had the cogs in his brain working overtime. You were afraid of him? Of your relationship?

He padded over to join you on the floor, keeping a little distance so as not to scare you.

"Get your hopes up? You don't-" he gulped, "I mean... you don't think we're gonna- that this is gonna work out?"

Still speaking to the floor, you sigh, "I don't know, Spence."

You were exhausted. Incessantly feeling like you're on the brink of being "found out" can do that to a person. It's not that Spencer hadn't done all the right things. No, he was the perfect partner. But therein lied the issue. He was perfect. And, in your opinion, you were far, far from it.

You took a deep breath through your tears.

"I don't think I can keep doing this."

Confusion. Utter shock. Things had been going so well with you the past 8 months. Spencer immediately began to wrack his brain combing through all the possible mistakes he could've made. Did he raise his voice with you? Had he forgotten some big milestone? Was he not giving you enough?

"Honey I-" he gathered himself, placing a hand on your thigh, "I'm so sorry. Can I ask... what makes you say all this?"

Though you were reluctant, you figured that now was as good a time as any.

"Spencer. I am not good for you! Good enough for you!" With each point, you illustrated by raising a finger, "I am impulsive and I complain and I get weird sometimes when you touch me and I can be a massive bitch and I never know how to-"

"Woah, woah, woah-" He snuck up closer to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and placing his head atop yours, all while you kept rambling. "Why in the world do you say that? Not good enough for me? If anything it's me who isn't deserving of you..."

"No, you-"

He stopped you in your tracks just by saying your name in that beautiful way he does. Like its covered in honey and dripping with admiration.

"You are everything. You may think those things about yourself but I certainly don't." His thumb caressed your bare skin so carefully as he continued, speaking slowly so as to allow the words to really sink in. "You are the most generous person I've ever encountered. You care so deeply about people you love. You are courageous and willing to try all the weird foods I suggest even though you really don't want to." He smirked a bit at that one. "You have taken everything that life has thrown at you and navigated it with grace. You really are just... you're it. You're her. You're the girl - the woman - I've always hoped would come my way but never dreamed actually would. Honey, I've figured out everything I need to know when it comes to how I feel about you."

You sat there, warm under his embrace, pondering his words as he spoke. It's nothing he hasn't said before, granted, in much less grand and emotionally charged ways. But it was like you were really hearing it for the first time. You wanted so badly to believe him.

"I love you," he continued. "I love you so much that sometimes I am afraid of myself. Of what I'd do for you. You, god, you make me so much better."

"I love you, too. Too much," you squeaked out.

"No. Not too much." He leaned back to encourage you to look up at him. "You know I really mean all that right? Just the way you are. Quirks included?"

"I guess. And now I'm just self-conscious that I am so self-conscious..."

"You say that as if I'm not the exact same way!" he chuckles, trying to make light of what is clearly a shared wound. You'll deal with that later. Together, preferably. "Please, trust me. Do you trust me?"

And you did. You trusted Spencer with every cell in your body and hair on your head. There was nobody else you'd ever been so confident in. So, you nod against his chest as your tears begin to subside.

"Good. Now why don't we move this party up into the bed?"

"No offense, Spencer, but the last thing I want right now is to f-"

"No no no nooope! Not that, babe," he laughed. "Just wanna lay with you 'til this feeling passes. Is that okay?"

"Please."

And so, the rest of the evening consisted of cuddles under your massive comforter. Sweet admissions whispered in your ear. The tiniest kisses to your hairline and your shoulder and your nose and your wrists.

By the time you dozed into a worry-free slumber, you believed him a little more.

Perhaps you could let Spencer love you, forever.

[kawoala]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES . . . !? suna rintarou ; 3, part two.

╰ ⨳ word count ; .7k ( 753 )

╰ ⨳ content warning ; profanity 、 underage drinking 、 violence 、 writing in 3rd person ( kindof ) for the first time in forever 、 really rushed / bad writing 、 PUNCHING!! 、 assault 、 possibility of career going down the drain..

okay, so you’re smacked.

rintarou supposes he should have stopped you after the fourth drink komori had shoved into your hand, but how was he supposed to know you were a lightweight?

you were sitting on the kitchen counter just a moment ago, swinging your legs as runa sat next to you. he had been leaning up against the refrigerator, watching you over the rim of his cup. creepy, he thinks, but you’re just so pretty.

he had looked down at his phone for one minute, distracted by some stupid AI cat video, and when he looked back up you and runa were gone, ‘mori and ‘tsuki engrossed in a conversation in god knows what.

now, he’s frantically looking through the crowd of possibly hundreds of people, looking for you and runa. this is weird - being worried about runa and you.

for runa, it makes sense; that’s his baby cousin. they grew up together, shared meals, shared beds - she’s like a baby sister to him. for you, though? he just met you today, for fucks sake, why should he be so freaked out about something happening to you?

finally, rintarou makes a break through the crowd - a couch in the middle of the living room. and - holy shit - there you are.

with some guys arm slung over your shoulder, your legs pulled over his lap.

there’s a feeling festering in rintarou’s stomach. he can’t quite place it, but it doesn’t feel good. he watches runa try to pull the guy off, watches the guy swat at her hand, watches him kiss your neck.

the swatting is what sets him off, he thinks. maybe it’s the kissing - or maybe it’s the stupid fucking smirk planted on the guys face as he locks eyes with rintarou.

he makes it over to the couch in two strides. in even less time, he’s pulling you off the couch and steadying you as you stagger. yeah, he definitely should have cut you off after the fourth drink.

“rin-“

“is there a problem here?” the guy - silver-haired, smug, ugly, stupid-looking - asks, standing up. he has to bend his neck to look him in the eyes, rintarou has to hold back a laugh. “or can i continue talking to my girl?”

“your girl?” runa exclaims from behind rintarou, trying to walk in front of him. “that’s fucking rich, semi! who even invited you?!”

her words are slurred, but compared to you, she’s a sober virgin who's never cursed in her life.

rintarou turns to runa and raises his brows. she hesitates, but eventually nods and does the same.

he waits until runa pulls you farther away from the two men, ignoring your wishes to sit back down on the couch. rintarou looks at semi and looks him up and down.

“you need to get the fuck out,” he says, voice low.

and then semi laughs at him, looking around at the other guests in disbelief. when he turns back to rintarou, probably about to spout some dumb shit, rintarou punches him in the mouth.

he falls back against the couch and rintarou punches him again. he doesn’t know why he’s so mad, but he can’t seem to stop himself. he gets three punches in before runa is pulling him off of the other man, eyes wide, terrified.

rintarou looks at the bloodied face of semi and regret fills almost his entire body. he is so going to jail. he glances back at you - you.

you’re sitting on your ass in the corner, head leaned against the wall, knees pulled up to your chest. komori and tatsuki run into the living room and for the first time in a long time, rintarou sees real urgency on tatsuki’s face.

he knows he’s fucked up. he always some way or another. he takes a couple steps back, shaking out his hand beside him.

he doesn’t know what happens to semi; he doesn’t care. tatsuki drops them off and rintarou helps you get into different clothes, careful to not look at you while you’re undressed. he holds your hair back when you throw up and puts you to bed.

he walks to the living room and sits on the couch, staring into the blank TV. his career is so over.

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Octavia.

I have to get her, Stolas thinks, as the liquid drips off his face. She has never faced Stella's cruelty. I have to go-

Blitz yells at the janitor over his shoulder and Stolas opens his eyes- was the world always this colorful? He doesn't remember the days before he lost his sight to the stars- to brush aside the humiliation and get to his feet.

"No, it's fine, Blitz," He says, turning around. After a pause, "I'm okay."

He's alive, at any rate. Miserable and terrified and humiliated once more and-

At least he's alive.

"Look, let's get you home, alright?" Blitz coaxes, holding out a hand. Another shiver runs through him at the words, lump forming in his throat.

"I-" He nearly chokes on it, but- "I have no home."

He needs to find a way to get Octavia- but his books. His plants, his crystals, his telescopes. "Everything I have is gone."

Stolas nearly collapses to the floor at the enormity of it as it presses down on his shoulders, but warm claws grab both his hands and steady him at the last moment, steady and familiar.

"Look, come with me, alright?" Blitz's voice is firm and steady, allowing no arguments. "Let's get you out of here, 'n you'll need a place to stay for a bit."

Stolas lets himself be led out, shaking. Blitz is warm by his side, rubbing at his thighs and arms in comfort, tail curled around his feet protectively as they walk.

He dissociates as the others leave, following the touch on his thighs blindly as he's guided through the streets. Something in him flickers briefly when Blitz pulls him closer protectively once things start getting thrown around in celebration, some quiet part of him thrilling at the protective touch, but it's gone again quickly like ash in the wind.

He stumbles through the too-small building, falling into familiar pliancy as Blitz guides and pulls him along; uncurling a little when they pass all the rat-bitten hallways and suspicious stains to a flat with warm lights- Blitz's home.

He stares around at the smattering of photos on the wall; eyes flicking over the people and places- then yelps when he walks into the ceiling fan, screwing it back on before it can fall.

Right. Homes for imps and hellhounds.

He looks back and then suddenly wishes he hadn't, as Loona bends down to hug Blitz, tails curling around each other as they grip on tight.

"-Love you, dad," She says and Octavia-

He comes to staring at bathroom tiles.

Octavia. He's lost his owlet. His daughter.

"-You back, birdie?" Blitz murmurs behind him. The bathwater is warm. "Hey. Stolas. Don't worry, baby, everything will be alright."

A trill escapes him instead of words, a self-soothing habit he never escaped.

"Yeah, I know," Blitz says, quiet and warm. Stolas' life has ended, but he cannot help but curl into the warmth. He has starved in the cold for so long. "I know. Don't worry right now. Just- your body's been put through the ringer, you need to rest."

Stolas flinches as the soap runs over his arm and Blitz hisses in worry, parting the feathers to look at the ugly woundscar there. He grabs Stolas' hand and gently closes his talons over it to cover it from the soap, and continues running the sponge over his body like he used to.

Is this pity? He wants to ask. Is this only because I saved you? Do you even like me otherwise?

"Here we go," Blitz soothes, and Stolas trills again, melting against his will at the familiar words- he'd thought he'd never feel them again, the gentle way he was handled after all the roughness, coaxed to relax like he was a wild thing, aftercare. He'd always loved the aftercare. And Blitz had always been- Stolas had mistaken everything between them solely because of how good the other had been at it, at treating Stolas with softness. "Here we go."

He likes the term 'we'. Like they were taking care of Stolas together.

"Some nice agua," Blitz says behind him, then tenses as the door creaks open. He doesn't see what happens, too busy considering the water before him.

Octavia.

"WHOA! Try not to inhale the water!" Blitz shouts as he pulls Stolas out hurriedly, shooting him a brief smile and setting clothes down, before moving back out. The door opens again and Stolas can see the worry radiating in the reflection of the tiles, the quiet knowing of what Stolas was going to do if left alone. "Yeah, try not inhaling the water."

The door doesn't shut again.

Stolas sighs, sitting in the lukewarm water. His eyes wander over to the sweater and somehow, with all his strength, he pushes himself up.

Blitz smiles sadly at him when he stumbles out of the bathroom, muscles loose and uncoordinated. His ex-lover takes Stolas by the hands and carefully holds him as he loses the last of his strength and collapses onto the incredibly comfortable couch, eyelids pulling closed already.

They murmur to each other- "Always," Stolas promises, no matter where it leads him, no matter what Blitz says in reply- and welcomes the bliss of darkness.

It has been a terrible day. It will be a terrible year. He must go get Octavia as soon as he can.

But Stolas cannot help but bask in the embrace as it curls around him like claws in his headfeathers and a kiss on the cheek- and cannot regret any of it, as long as he is warm.

[tls12lessthan3]

i think the thing that appeals to me so much in a yoo joonghyuk being married to seolwha but in some sort of affair with kim dokja scenario is like. kim dokja has this perception of himself as an inherently Bad Thing to happen to a person right. like he is a burden to bear and he brings only bad things to the people who bear it. which is largely untrue of course including in this scenario. but also if their affair gets found out it will kind of nuke yoo joonghyuk's marriage. like kim dokjas love is not life ruining for most people but it is a littllleeee for a married yoo joonghyuk. so this feeds into kim dokjas neuroses and self torments sooo well. here is everything he wants in front of him on a silver platter and he is fucking desperate to sink his teeth in but!! also here is proof of the damage it will cause in the form of lee seolwha smiling and inviting him over for dinner.

so either we get kim dokja and yoo joonghyuk in an awful emotional affair where kim dokja is refusing take that final step but still so so in love with a married man in a way that hurts so bad OR we get a physical affair that kim dokja is terrified of and self flaggelating for and using as proof to himself that he doesn't deserve any love at all because look at what he does with it. and either way you have a yoo joonghyuk who doesn't really understand this and reaches for kim dokja not knowing how much it hurts him because he just loves him. and thats how kim dokja convinces himself that he truly is ruining yoo joonghyuks life and runs away to like. germany or something over it!

[discoscoob]

Um...How about Neo?

This is also for @scarlettspectra who requested Loser!Neo (alongside her beau Jack which will be coming later) This is my speciality!

He is an orphan, he was given up as a baby. (I know his parents are on his file in the interrogation scene but let’s say it wasn’t hard for the Agents to find out who they were or Neo maybe already tracked them down himself but he avoided getting in contact.) This gave him abandonment issues and avoidant personality disorder — partly the reasons he has never been in a relationship. When he finally gets into one he is terrified you will leave him. He will worship you like a goddess but also questions what you see in him. He feels insecure and often needs reassurance but he will avoid telling you that because he doesn’t want to seem needy, so he is the suffer in silence type. You learn how he is feeling through his behaviour, if he becomes quieter than usual you can generally tell something is wrong but you practically have to beg him to tell you. Of course, once he does, you’ll do everything in your power to silence the insecurities, but it’s not an easy battle, one you can’t fight alone and he might have to consider therapy.

He’s inexperienced, which adds to his insecurities. When it didn���t happen in high school, he told himself it would happen in college. When it didn’t happen in college, he told himself he’d meet someone at work. Eventually he stopped expecting it to happen. He finds it hard to approach women, he doesn’t really know how to flirt or engage them in conversation, the few times he has tried still haunt him late at night because of how disastrous it was. Now he would rather save himself the embarrassment.

Sarcasm is his defence mechanism. He struggled a lot with authority growing up with teachers and different foster parents — think “how about I give you the finger and you give me my phone call.” He might be quiet but he’s not a total coward, granted before he learnt how to fight outside the Matrix, he wasn’t exactly the best fighter but he has quick reflexes and at least learnt how to dodge punches (before dodging bullets) and run away really fast. Despite being bullied growing up, he would still manage to get a few verbal jabs of his own in even though that probably only made things worse, he couldn’t help it. He’s smart and could figure out their insecurities, if not he would hack the school’s system and mess with their grades.

He looks after a stray black cat that lives near his apartment. He brought it inside once, despite his landlord having a no pets policy, when it chewed through one of his computer wires he took it back outside, but he still leaves out tins of cat food and sauces of water for it.

Wears black nail polish. Not much since he got a corporate job, he doesn’t really want to show up to the office with chipped black paint on his nails but he wore it a lot more in college.

[n0vazsq]

She's thunderstorms | Pau Cubarsi x Reader

pairing . . . pau cubarsi x gf!reader

summary . . . You're the thunderstorm in Pau's life, so what happens when he can't handle it anymore?

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 674

warnings . . . angst to fluff!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . if yall couldn't tell this is inspired by she's thunderstorms by the arctic monkeys!! my irl bsf is an arctic monkeys addict and was singing this so i thought why not make a fic out of it?? will be making another pau fic later today!!

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The rain had just begun to drizzle over the city, the kind of soft, expectant rain that hinted at a near storm. Pau leaned against the doorway of the coffee shop, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his eyes fixed on the shifting clouds.

His mind wasn’t on the weather, though.

It was on you.

You were like that, unpredictable, a force of nature that swept through his life with wild energy, both beautiful and terrifying. Looping around in his mind just like a storm.

When you walked into a room, you owned it without trying. When you laughed, it was like lightning, sharp and bright, cutting through the peace of everyday life. And when you were angry… well, storms didn’t come close. And in an unusual place, when he's feeling he's far away, you do what the night does to the day.

Today, the storm between you two was real, and it hadn’t passed.

He replayed the argument in his head, words flung like hailstones, each one landing heavier than the last. You had called him out, challenged him on something he wasn’t ready to admit.

Maybe he was too closed off, too rigid. Maybe he couldn’t keep up with the havoc you brought into his life.

He hadn’t meant to snap back, hadn’t meant to drive that wedge between you. But he had, and now here he was, standing in the rain, feeling like he was on the wrong side of the thunderstorm.

A familiar figure appeared down the street, your silhouette sharp against the grey backdrop. You hadn’t noticed him yet, your head down, arms crossed as if bracing yourself against the wind. Like a thunderstorm

He called out your name softly, a fragile sound swallowed by the wind. You paused, looked up, eyes meeting his. For a moment, the world around you both blurred, the city fading into the background.

"You here to finish what we started?" you asked, voice even but eyes stormy.

Pau shook his head. "No. I’m here because… because I don’t want this to be the end."

You scoffed, a humorless sound. "Funny. You seemed pretty set on it earlier."

He stepped closer, the distance between you both feeling like an entire sky. "I was wrong," he admitted, voice low. "You were right. I shut you out when you’re the only one who sees the real me."

Your eyes softened, but the storm hadn’t passed yet. "You can’t just say that now. You don’t get to pick and choose when you want to show up, Pau."

He winced, running a hand through his damp hair. "I know. I know, and I’m sorry. You’re… you’re like a thunderstorm, you know. You come in, and you change everything. And I-I’m just trying to keep up."

You stared at him, searching his face for sincerity, for something real. "And what if you can’t?"

Pau took a breath, stepping closer until the space between you was almost gone. "Then I’ll let the storm take me."

The rain intensified, droplets falling heavier, soaking you both. Neither of you moved, eyes locked, hearts laid bare.

"I’m tired of fighting you," you whispered.

He reached for your hand, fingers hesitant, almost awkward. "Then don’t. Let’s fight the storm together."

For a moment, you didn’t respond, the silence stretching like the calm before the storm. Then, finally, you squeezed his hand back, the hint of a smile breaking through the clouds of your expression.

"Don’t get lost in it, Pau. Thunderstorms aren’t kind."

He smiled, that quiet, boyish smile that always made you pause. "Neither are you."

And then, like the storm had finally broken, you leaned in, closing the gap. The kiss was soft, yet electric, a promise whispered between the rain and the wind. The city around you continued on, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.

You did to him what the night does to the day.

She's thunderstorms, Pau had thought to himself as he deepend the kiss.

A terrifying thunderstorm that he couldn't help but fall in love with.

[lanaroff]

Unwanted- Part 6

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Y/N is an enhanced SHIELD agent who is forced to work with the Avengers. What happens when they discover that she’s not alone?

A/N: This part is a bit short, but hell it was hard to write it. Enjoy!

You were used to the pain. It was something that, through out the years, you had actually grown to enjoy. But there was something completely different when Venom was in pain. The feeling of having your skin burnt out was something that you couldn’t control. You would rather die than feel that kind of pain again.

As you lay on the table, you swore that if you actually escaped, you would make sure to destroy Hydra and everyone who was ever involved with the organization.

The doctor entered the room with such excitement that it made you terrified. The same look that you saw when they treated you like a lab rat, back when you first met what Hydra was capable of. That look that you could never forget.

Dr. Ackerman grabbed his scalpel and started cutting the back of your head. You instantly felt a sharp pain from your skull to your feet. You thought that there was no turning point. "This is it," you said to yourself. All those years of controlling Venom, and gaining confidence in yourself were thrashed by some mad scientist. You were hopeless.

As soon as the doctor cut a hole deep enough to see the device, you started to pass out. With the hit of the sunbed and the incredible pain that you were feeling, you lost control of reality. However, the moment the doctor touched the divices in your head, you saw stars. You started screaming in pain. You beg for it to explode and kill you. You need it to stop. You couldn't stand it anymore.

But suddenly, it all stopped. The pain was gone, and you felt empty. You knew what it meant. It meant that you no longer had restrictions over Venom. It meant that he could do whatever he wanted.

"It's done." The doctor said, placing the device on the table.

"You see? I told you, Y/L/N, I was not going to kill you. I'm just going to make you wish you were dead." Rumblow said as he commanded everyone to leave the room. Just as the last soldier was about to leave the room. Romblow's radio turned on.

"Sir, The Avengers had arrived; we need to leave now!" You heard a man saying.

"We will see each other again. Have fun trying not to kill your friends." Rublow said, leaving you all alone and destroyed.

You managed to get yourself out of the table. You needed to get out of there before it was too late. They couldn't see you like this. They couldn't get close to you. So with all you had, you left the room behind. However, your body betrayed you, and you felt to the ground.

"Y/N!" You heard Natasha saying it from across the hall. "Guys, I found her on the west side of the building; she looks injured."

"NO! Don't get any closer!" You said trying to stand up.

But your efforts were useless. Soon everyone was there. Tony, Steve, Sam, Bucky, and even Wanda. And before you could run away, you stared to feel how Venom was gaining control.

"The device is gone. They took it away. I can't control it any longer. Leave please!" You begged them. But it was too late. Way too late. And Venom was already rising. And you were long gone.

It was getting dark, and they couldn't quite see what was happening. Until they saw it. A flicker of motion in the distance, followed by another. Something alien. Tall, sleek, and impossibly fast, moving like shadows in the dark. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was. But Natasha could never forget that day at training. It was VENOM.

"Y/N!" shouted Steve, his voice urgent as the figure appeared at the edge of their field of vision.

But when they saw no response, they took immediate action. Tony's weapon fired the first shot—a tracer round that illuminated the night with a burst of white-hot light. However, it made the alien angrier. And it soon targeted them with all it had.

"Fall back to position!! We need to surround it." Steve barked, rallying the team. They quickly took cover behind desks and walls.

"We can't kill them. It's Y/N. We need to save them!" Wanda shouted. She hated seeing you like this. She had shared enough with you to know that you blame yourself if anything bad happens to them. She hated that she couldn't help you. But she hated that in order to stop you, she would have to use her powers on you.

Bucky set off an explosive charge, sending a shockwave through the ground that knocked you off your feet. The hit caused the alien to flicker and phase, but it didn't stop it. It was pointless. Almost immediately, Natasha fired her grenade launcher, sending a series of explosive rounds toward the creature. One after another, the explosions seemed to have little effect, though the ground trembled with each impact. The alien was adapting. It was like fighting ghosts that refused to stay dead.

They needed a plan. They needed to hit the Venom's weakness, but there was no time to study it. Only fight.

"We need you, Wanda!" Natasha shouted.

"I can't do it," She replied.

Before anyone could do anything, the alien’s long, tendril-like arm shot out, grabbing Sam by the neck. His body jerked violently, his feet leaving the ground as the alien hoisted him up like a ragdoll. His wepon fell, clattering uselessly on the ground below.

"Sam!" Bucky yelled, his voice filled with terror. He began to move, but Steve raised his hand, stopping him.

"Don’t shoot! You’ll hit him!"

The alien’s tendrils coiled tighter around Sam’s neck, lifting him higher, its face mere inches from his. The creature’s distorted features pulsed and rippled, like the surface of a disturbed pond, as it stared into his eyes. Sam's face was pale, his breath ragged as the alien’s grip tightened.

Upon seeing this, Wanda decided to take control of the situation. She charged her magic and began fighting back. The moment Venom saw the redhead attacking him, it dropped Sam.

Sam hit the ground, gasping for air, his hands clutching at his neck. He was alive. His body trembled, and he couldn’t move fast enough to escape the creature’s grasp. The alien turned to face Wanda, its body flickering as it regained its composure. Without hesitation, Wanda pulled all the magic that she had towards the alien, lifting it from the ground and sending it to the wall.

The moment you hit the ground, Venom dissapeared, and the form of an injured and weak agent emerged. It was over.

[mimez-meme]

Aizawa headcanons!🖤💤 (sorry if any mistakes, erasermic?)

Not bothered by temperature. Wears baggy clothes even in hot weather unless he literally cannot stand it.

Has like little notes in his office of things eri likes so he always has some kind of idea of what gifts to get her

He purposely coughs whenever someone is smoking near him.

Whenever someone tells a really unfunny joke he either does a fake little laugh and then just a blank face after and stare at them for a bit, or he just stares at them with a blank face.

Downloaded tiktok to monitor his students but he secretly watches those ai cat vids/cat vids in general, sometimes shows them to eri

Once showed up to class with a bunch of plasters because eri kept saying he had ‘boo boos’

Type of dude to have the same dinner for days

He has loads of photos of random shit. Like a bunch of accidental photos.

Got the yellow sleeping bag thing because it reminded him of hizashi

As a kid he was neglected and his parents just wasn’t rlly the best but when he was like 14-15 his grandparents got custody over him and they started to look after him

10% Korean, 25% German

Owns some present mic merch

Aromantic and gay. Only had/has feelings for hizashi.

Says the most offensive shit then just says “no offence tho.”

When he’s in a meeting or whatever if he finds it boring he would yawn really loudly but then just act like nothing happened. But if someone points it out he’d be like “don’t blame it on me. Blame it on my instincts.” But if he doesn’t do that he will look really bored, like you tell by his face.

Doesn’t like fizzy drinks or like any sweet drinks. Doesn’t like any cold food either like ice cream.. ice lollies ect.

Sometimes when he can’t sleep he’ll listen to present mics radio show. Though he’ll never admit that.

He genuinely thought his students didn’t like him until the war started and they protected him the best he could, he even cried a bit over it.

He hugs a pillow to sleep sometimes, it oddly brings him comfort. In his sleeping bag he has a mini cat plushie.

If he sees himself in a kid in any way he will make sure they get help or he will help them. He hates seeing himself in a kid and he most definitely doesn’t want a kid to feel to same as he did as a kid.

Opened his own cat shelter not to far from his house, he goes there after work a lot and helps around.

Whenever there’s a sunset he takes pictures as he likes to think it’s oboro making the sky pretty for him and others.

Even now he views himself as weak. He ‘knows’ he can’t save everyone but what purpose does he serve if he can’t save everybody? And as hizashi couldn’t do much as kids when he was overworking himself, whenever he catches him overworking now he always stops him but aizawa gets mad

He loves omelets, has omelets every day for breakfast. He believes breakfast is the only meal you really need, but ofc hizashi is trying to help him eat more

He likes reading and getting lost in it. Imagining himself in that world. Its another way he escapes reality

Always has the news on/listening to it somehow, at home he has the tv running, at work, radio or headphones ect (he only doesn’t listen when he knows he shouldn’t or can’t, like in meetings, when he’s teaching ect)

As a kid for Halloween he would just lurk in the complete darkness with his quick activated so people just seeing glowing red eyes people would get terrified.. he was known around his neighbourhood for doing so. He also use to do that to scare his friends.

He has injured his back and has back problems from always overworking himself (training wise) and because of his bad posture and whenever someone points out his bad posture and the fact it’s not ganna help with his back problems he just says “it’s more comfy”

Like I hc hizashi to, he has some of nemuri’s paintings in his house

Nemuri always sent aizawa cat pictures everyday (canon?) and he got use to it, after her death he still checks his phone everyday expecting a cat picture but he never gets one.. it makes him feel a bit empty inside. He looks through those pictures whenever he can and sent back a cat picture and a message saying “thank you, for everything.”

After a long hard day of work, normally on Fridays he likes to have a long chilling bath, he does the usual stuff then just relaxes.. it calms him down and he thinks about life, he thinks about oboro sometimes and he just lets himself cry if he needs to. This is something that has genuinely helped him because it’s helping him becoming one with his feelings and letting himself feel and think. (Sometimes even falls asleep)

After his grandparents death he inherited the house but he couldn’t live there for too long because the memories hurt too much, even tho they’re good memories. But when he moved he took some stuff he held dearly with him and he has them in a little box in his closet now unless it’s some kind of furniture

Kirishima reminds him of oboro. Once he accidentally called him oboro and he hated himself for that, Kirishima lowkey gets some special treatment from aizawa as-well because of the fact

Only owns two pairs of pjs

Microwave- takeout typa guy. He can’t cook, basic stuff he can but it’s not the best

he’s tried a lot of weird shit with coffee, once he heard about tea and biscuits he tried it with coffee and weirdly liked it (I haven’t tried it myself but I’m guessing it’s not that nice but🤷🏻‍♀️) and then he tried over stuff and.. blah blah blah.

If Eri does his hair he willl keep it that way for as long as he can, he doesn’t care if he looks ridiculous

whenever he’s at the beach he would just relax on a sun bed or burry himself in the sand

Gets into bar fights, tries not to but he does.. 😭

hates swimming, he was forced to learn at a young age has a bit of trauma from that

after Oboros death he developed ED (an eating disorder)

He’s still in touch with Oboros parents and sometimes goes to see them, sometimes with hizashi as-well. Oboro also has a younger sister who looks like Eri in a way and so that also encourages Aizawa to look after Eri the best he can

Makes alot of dark jokes without realising

If he doesn’t like you and you ask for a cup of coffee or whatever, he’d make it for you but purposefully spill it all over you or make it really disgusting.

He makes sure to wash his face every night and every morning

has a COLLECTION of mugs, he buys every ‘cool’ one or just every basic one. He doesn’t care.

He’s ticklish on his sides, no one except nemuri and hizashi know that

He has two tattoos since hizashi kept calling him a pussy. Hizashi however doesn’t know what tattoos he got (he got a cloud on his ankle to represent oboro but unfortunately that tattoo was on the leg he cut off and he was actually upset about that. The other tattoo he got when drunk, it’s a fucked up rose below his neck on his back?..idk how else to describe the place)

He hides things in his scarf and as a kid and he was guilty of stealing things and hiding them in his scarf (idk when he got his scarf but shut up)

His scarf was inspired by a scarf his grandad always use to wear

After the time skip he adopted eri

Has a cat lamp in his room

He hated his smile, it was one of his insecurities but after a while and when he found happiness his smile became one of the most beautiful things about him. He didn’t really know how to smile to begin with which is why he was insecure, but yeah.. now he isn’t as insecure.

Mrs joke once played ‘emo boy’ outside his house on a boombox. To this day he has no idea how she knows where he lived and he even got extra locks

On Father’s Day he got cards from most of his students and he was so confused as to why but some of them made him smile (he secretly kept them)

Mic taught him how to do up his hair.

He hates big loud dogs.

He has dreams about saving oboro and how life could of been like if he lived or if he (aizawa) died instead of oboro, once woke up crying

He loves physical touch and the simplest of touch can calm him down or bring him comfort but he isn’t really use to it. his favourite type of physical touch is probably holding hands. But ‘no one’ knows

When he saw hizashi angry for the first time (s5-s7) he was genuinely scared of him and worried on what he might do but he didn’t show it and just let him express but seeing him like that also made him realise some of his mistakes as a friend and he sometimes thinks about it all, it made him question mic a lot and himself.

He had a pat cat but it died, however he still keeps his bed, toys and blanket. He figured he should leave having pets for a while because he would be too busy, but after the time skip he got 2 cats

He knows almost nothing about hizashi’s past before UA, he doesn’t think much about it but it does concern him 

Most of the time he genuinely thinks the world would be better if he didn’t exist as if he didn’t exist some people would still be alive. (Like oboro) but after the time skip he finally stopped thinking that way as he began noticing his worth.

He does feel guilty after being too hard on the kids, as sometimes they remind them of him. He tries to not push them too hard but enough.

[ttodorokiii]

hi again! im the anon who requested the yan dragon king bakugou, if its ok ,, can you make the reader really nice, soft, and super trusting??? like when he kidnapped them, sure they cried a lot but they eventually got used to life with him and didn't even need punishments to behave! i feel like thats a really good contrast with his personality!!

warnings: flüff, fïèry bákúgó, cütè.

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The first few days are rough. You cry a lot. It’s terrifying, being taken away, not knowing what’s happening or why. But slowly, you start to notice the little things. How he makes sure you have food. How he never lets you go hungry, even if he’s gruff about it. His anger still flares, but somehow, it’s like you know it’s not aimed at you.

•••

One evening, you ask, “Are you hungry? I can make something for you.” Hoping that he would respond to you.

Bakugou looks up, narrowing his eyes. “I’m fine, idiot. Quit trying to be all sweet.”

You frown, a little hurt, but then you remember, that’s just him. You don’t take it personally. “Alright, but if you get hungry, I’ll be here.”

He grunts and looks away. But the next day, he hands you a cup of water without a word. You’re starting to realize that the more you talk to him like this, the more you can feel him soften, even if he doesn’t admit it.

You keep trying. It’s strange, but you can tell he’s not as angry all the time. Sure, he still yells a lot, but it’s not like before.

You realize that his anger is just a part of him.

It’s like the yelling is just his way of getting out whatever’s on his mind, and somehow, you’ve stopped being afraid of it.

•••

Then again, One day, you say, “You’re not as mad as you used to be.”

His eyes widen for a split second, but then he scoffs, “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not mad. I’m just pissed off.”

You smile. “That’s what I said.”

He shoots you a glare, but it’s different now. It’s not as fierce as it used to be. “You’re lucky I don’t throw you out, brat.”

You laugh, not afraid. “I’m lucky? You wouldn’t last without me.”

He huffs, turning away. “Tch. Whatever.”

You feel more comfortable around him now. He’s still got that temper, that explosive edge. But you’ve figured him out. You’ve learned when to stay quiet, when to talk, and when to just be there. Like when he’s pacing around, angry, and you can tell it’s not your fault. You just sit quietly and wait until he calms down.

•••

Another day, you ask, “Can we go outside today?”

Bakugou’s eyes narrow. “Are you crazy? You’re gonna run away or something?”

“No,” you say quickly, “I just want to feel the sun for a bit. Please?” His red eyes narrow

He stares at you for a moment, then lets out a frustrated sigh. “Fine. But you better not get any funny ideas, you hear me?”

You smile, relieved. “I won’t.”

You step outside, breathing in the fresh air, and Bakugou follows behind you, arms crossed, but not saying anything. The quiet feels different now. You don’t need him to yell, don’t need him to say anything at all. You’re starting to trust that he won’t hurt you.

You’ve figured out his mood swings. You know when to talk and when to stay silent.

“Thanks,” you say softly, looking up at the sky.

He grumbles, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “You’re annoying, you know that?”

You laugh, but there’s no fear in it. “Yeah, I know.”

And for the first time, it doesn’t feel like he’s just tolerating you. It feels like something more. Maybe, just maybe, things are starting to change.

He maybe a fiery dragon, but you know that deep down he’s soft bunny, but you don’t have to say it in his face he might snarl at you, but…

You both are getting somewhere.

[no-144444]

outbursts- o.piastri

summary: your first season as an f1 driver doesn't start the best, and you quickly realise McLaren doesn't like women very much. On top of that, your race engineer is as smug as the rest of them, and you have to deal with him all the time.

pairing: race engineer! oscar piastri x f1driver! fem! reader

warnings: lots of misogyny, lando is an asshole in this, illusions to ed behaviour, reader is not in a good head space, all of mclaren is super sexist.

pls remember this is fiction and purely for fun!

(also i had no idea what to put as the third photo and it was either the sid (max) the sloth or fernando alonso so do with that what you will!)

part one | part two | part three | part four |

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Monaco. Monaco. Monaco. 

You were starting P4. Lando was in P5. You had been given your orders. Keep him in P4, or get him higher if you could. Give him DRS every lap. Don’t fuck up his race. 

“Alright Y/n, good luck,” Oscar’s voice rang in your ears as the formation lap began. Part of you was still hurt from Imola. Oscar had made you feel like you mattered to at least one person in the team, but he turned his back on you just the same as everyone else. “Just stick to the plan.”

“Copy,” you answered, slotting into your grid spot. You were officially the highest scoring woman in F1 history. You were breaking barriers. Yet, you spent your winning night alone in your hotel room feeling like you mattered less than the dirt on Zak Brown's shoe. 

The light turned red, then they were out. You got a great start, and in one corner, somehow, by some fucking grace of god, you were in the lead of the Monaco Gran Prix. 

“What the fuck happened?” you radioed in. “Where did everyone else go?”

“You’re in P1, Y/n,” Oscar explained. “Drive.”

“Where’s Lando?” you asked. You hadn’t meant to take the lead.

“P5 still.” 

“How do I get him to the front?” you panicked. You knew what everyone would say. You were officially McLaren’s bitch. “Oscar, how do I get him to the front?”

“It’s Monaco,” he sighed. “You can’t.”

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It was torture. Crossing that finish line first. You’d won an F1 race in your rookie season. You were a Grand Prix winner. 

You were terrified to get out of that car. Daniel had to run over and make you get out. Max helped you out, and you didn’t even have anything to say. 

“You did it!” Daniel cheered, pulling you in for a hug. “You fucking did it!” 

You just nodded, searching at the barrier for Zak, for Oscar, for someone. They weren’t there. You were going back to an empty garage. You were nothing to them. 

“What’s wrong?” Daniel asked, noticing the way your mood shifted. He looked at the barrier, and he saw no one in papaya. “Those fuckers…” he curseed. “Not even Oscar?”

“It’s fine,” you shook your head, trying to calm yourself down. “I didn’t stick to the plan.” 

“What plan?” 

“Help Lando,” you explained. Max rolled his eyes. 

“You’re a better driver than him, McLaren are lucky to have you,” Max told you. “Come celebrate with us, yeah?”

You nodded and continued on with your duties, diligently doing every interview, praising Lando for making up a place and joining you on the podium, while he bad-mouthed you to the press over ‘not following the plan’.

You walked into the garage and they all clapped. The first woman to do it. Highest female points scorer in history. You looked at Oscar, who offered you a sad smile. 

Someone called for you to make a speech, but you couldn’t do it. You walked into your driver’s room and you broke down. 

You’d never been the kind of person that was easy to break down. You hadn’t been the kind of  person someone wanted to break down either, but you were well past wondering why they had started to hate you. When you were signing your contract, you were so sure that they wanted you. You were positive it would be different from the last time, different from RedBull. You were wrong. A knock on the door silenced your sobs and stopped the thousands of thoughts running through your mind. 

“Y/n,” it was Oscar, of fucking course. “Zak wants to see you.”

“Fuck off,” you sighed. “I’ll talk later.”

“He really wants to see you-”

You swung the door open, angry. “For what, Oscar? For what? To berate me for being a good fucking driver?! To scream at me for not following the plan?!” you screamed, and caught a glimpse of Lando. “And another thing,” you turned your attention to Lando. “I am so fucking sorry that you can’t do things on your own, and you constantly need my help and Zak’s approval to live your life!” You turned back to Oscar. “And you, you. You can stop fucking pretending to be my friend, just to turn on me again. We all fucking know I’m not staying here next season, so let’s just get through the year and say our goodbyes, yeah?!” 

You slammed your door behind you. A few hours later you woke up from a nap you didn’t remember taking, and you saw Oscar sitting at your desk. The sun had set. 

“Evening,” he smiled. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked. 

“Everyone went home, I wanted to talk to you, so I waited,” he shrugged. 

“Why do you want to talk to me?” you questioned. 

“I’m sorry,” he started. “McLaren is a complete boys club, and it’s shit. I’m sorry that I’m part of that. I’m sorry that I’m not allowed to openly support you. I’m sorry that we’ve made you feel like you shouldn’t be a good driver. I’m sorry. I really hope you can forgive me and I can be here for you. Just as a friend, or someone to stand at the barricade for you, someone to be in your corner when everyone else isn’t.”

You stared at him. “Why are you doing this?” 

He shrugged. “My mom gave out to me after she saw your win and the fact that I wasn’t there.”

You nodded, a flat smile on your face. “Great, good for you.” 

“So, friends?” he asked. 

“No. Thanks though. Can you close the door on your way out?” 

He got up and sighed. “I’m not letting this go,” he told you.

“You should,” you advised. “I’m very stubborn.”

“I know,” he smiled. “But so am I.”

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In Canada, Oscar didn’t leave you alone all weekend. He ate lunch with you, speaking only about racing the entire time, though you did end up talking about his family for a little bit, and you found out he had 3 sisters. You told him that made sense, and he laughed. He walked with you everywhere, talking about the track or something to do with the car. It was nice. Not as nice as your pre-race playlist, though. 

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In Spain you two went and got dinner while the rest of the team celebrated Lando getting P2, while you were in P1. He stayed true to his word, and after this win you even let him hug you at the barrier.

“Why didn’t you call anyone after your win in Monaco?” he asked after you’d both had a little bit too much wine and you were both a bit loose-lipped. 

“No one to call,” you shrugged.

“Family?”

You chuckled. “They don't care. I haven’t spoken to them in years.”

“But you’re 22?” he reminded you. 

“When I went to F3 and moved to England, they cut me off,” you explained. 

“I’m sorry-”

You waved a hand. “It’s fine. It’s just like that for some people. Tell me about your family,” you prompted. 

God, Oscar could talk for hours if someone let him. You wondered why people thought he was an introvert, he talked all the time. 

It was nice. 

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The next few races went by in a blur of points and shitty team meetings. Oscar did what he said he would though, he stood at the barrier after every race with a smile and a hand shake, with congratulations on his lips. 

You accepted them, maybe still a bit disconnected from him, but as Spa rolled around, and you rolled 8 times because of a mistake Lando had made, you were thankful that he’d been the one to ride with you in the ambulance. You’d pulled 60G. You had a bad concussion and some broken ribs. He waited with you all day, listening to everything the doctors said and taking notes for your trainer (your new trainer, he’d somehow convinced Richard to quietly leave. Maisie, your new trainer was much nicer), and sat there, watching you all night. 

When you woke up with his hand in your hand, you felt… safer. You weren’t as weary as you had been. Some part of you trusted him. 

“You’re awake,” he yawned. “Morning.”

“You stayed here?” you questioned. He nodded.  

“I was hardly going to leave you alone,” he scoffed. 

“Thank you,” you said, sincere for once. 

“No problem,” he smiled.  

And you felt something you hadn’t left for a long time. 

You felt cared for. 

It was strange, but it was wonderful. And it scared you.

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Oscar's POV:

He had to do something. He had to help you. That’s what he kept telling himself. He got Richard to leave and stop with his ED bullshit, he got Maisie, a new trainer who would actually care about you. He stuck up for you in every team meeting, getting on Zak’s nerves, but he didn’t care. 

He hadn’t been lying when he said his mom had given out to him. She’d reminded him that she hadn’t raised him to be an unkind, unjust person. She reminded him of your devastating radio messages in the Monaco GP when you apologised for winning. 

It sucked because she was right. He knew he’d been in the wrong for months and he knew it. He wanted to befriend you and help you. He wanted to support you, genuinely. He was putting his job on the line for it, for fuck’s sake. So he was going to. 

He somehow went through weekend after weekend, telling you small fun facts and talking your ear off for days at a time just so you could open up to him. He wanted to be there for you, so he became the most extroverted person he’d ever heard of. He talked more than Daniel, which was saying something. He listened to the same music you did, he ate with you, he listened to you when he spoke. 

And he enjoyed himself. You were great company. You were an interesting person. He liked making you laugh. He liked seeing you smile after a good race. He liked the fact that you went straight to him after a race. He liked your new tradition of getting an ice cream with him after a win. 

He liked you. 

So when he saw you flip 8 times in Spa of all places, his heart dropped. He’d been known to be a calm, collected, and stoic person. The way he screamed ‘fuck’ when you crashed was anything but calm, collected, or stoic. The way he spoke to you on the radio, begging you to answer him, he wasn’t calm, he was terrified. 

When you answered, the sigh of relief he let out was anything but stoic. The way he sat in your hospital room with you the entire night, waking up to check that you were still breathing, that was anything but normal. 

He was falling for you. In some insane turn of events, his quest to become your friend had taken a nosedive. 

And he was fucked. 

He knew it because he couldn’t help but smile when you reached out for his hand as you slept, and his heart skipped a beat. 

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[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Cock blocked

Warning ⚠️; Smut, oral sex

Pairing; bottom!Leon/top!Male!Reader

Summary; Hop keeps cock blocking you and Leon until you had enough. This time, you ain't stopping.

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Head in your hands, you groaned while Raihan was laughing so hard holding his ribs. You almost regretted opening up to your friend, but it didn't change the reality.

- “Oh shut up Raihan! The kid is giving me blue balls with how much he is cock blocking us. I swear the brat knows when we are trying to have sex!” you exclaimed, throwing your head back and pinching the bridge of your nose.

- “No but that's hilarious.” Raihan chuckled. “Kid so obsessed with his brother, I wouldn't be surprised if he actually knew you two were getting freaky.”

You rolled your eyes, passing a hand in your hair. You were not just getting blue balls there, or frustrated, but truly pissed off. No matter what you were trying to do with Leon, Hop would find a way to interrupt it. May it be sex or even just a date.

You just wanted to take Leon and run away to get some alone time. You both needed it after everything that had happened. It was still hard to believe it. Leon wasn't the champion anymore and even if he showed no sign of it, you knew he was taking it hard. For ten years he had been the Champion and now what? What was he supposed to do?

You didn't know.

Neither of you did.

But you were still there, always by his side, comforting him when a wave of sadness washed over him. You had been together for almost as long as he had been the Champion and you wondered if it was time to take the next step.

But with Hop always around? You couldn't talk or do anything with Leon.

- “You know, maybe just talk to the kid or get in his face. Like wash the floor with him and he’ll go away for a bit.” Raihan proposed, snapping his fingers as if he had the idea of the century.

- “If I do that, its Leon that going to beat my ass and not in the way I want.” You replied, shaking your head. “But I might snap at him or kidnap Leon.”

Raihan chuckled as your phone buzzed. Looking at it, you saw a message from Leon inviting you to his parents’ place for supper and to pass the night. You couldn't say no and immediately agree to come.

Raihan was still laughing as you left, flipping him off.

When you arrived at Leon’s childhood home, your boyfriend was there to greet you. Sitting on the stone wall, he looked sad until he noticed you. He jumped from the wall and rushed to you, wrapping his arms around you and you did the same.

- “I’m glad you came.” Leon whispered, his hands clenching at your clothes. “I really needed you to be there.”

- “You called, I’ll always come when you call for me Lee.” You said with a smile, kissing Leon on the corner of his lips. “Even if your brother is driving me nuts.”

Leon laughed and nodded, agreeing with you since Hop was also driving him nuts no matter how much he loved his little brother. Taking your hand in his, he led you inside the house and never once let go of you. Not even when it was time to eat and Leon made sure to sit between you and his mother.

As much as it surprised you, you were happy to sit next to your boyfriend. While it didn't stop Hop from talking, you enjoyed the evening more than usual. When Leon scooped his chair closer to yours, touching your knee with his, you began wondering if something was wrong with him. But Leon was good at masking his true emotions and you couldn't tell until you two would be alone.

After supper, you sat in the living room, Leon on your lap, your arms around him. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest as if he was terrified of something, this time truly getting you worried. You passed your hand under his shirt, caressing him with your thumb and drawing circles on his skin. Against you, you felt him relax little by little.

It wasn't long until you both gave your goodnight to his family and went to bed after a quick shower. You enjoyed the silence and intimate moment, taking care of your lover. You washed his back and hair and noticed he had dropped his mask. You could tell he was sad and tired for a reason you didn't know.

Your kisses and caresses weren't enough to bring back a smile on his lips and you knew he was down bad. You wondered if it had to do with him losing his title, but asked nothing. Once you were dried and your teeth brushed, you went to bed. Leon’s bed was made for a single person, yet you found a way to both fit.

Tangled with each other, you kept cuddling Leon without a word, allowing him to make the first step if he wanted to talk. Your fingers were brushing his wet hair when Leon’s voice broke the silence, barely audible.

- “You ain't going to leave me, are you?”

The question took you off guard. In response, you wrapped your arms tightly around Leon and kissed his forehead, closing your eyes.

- “No. I am not nor will I ever leave you, Lee. I don't plan on going anywhere without you.” You told him and you felt Leon relax in your embrace. “Why did you think I was going to leave you?”

- “Hop…” Was all Leon whispered with a sigh. “I know how much he got on your nerves recently and I felt like you've been avoiding me because of him.”

- “Oh Lee… no, I wasn't avoiding you at all.” You said, now feeling bad for being the cause of Leon’s state. “I was trying to find a way to deal with Hop and not get so angry at him for just being a kid…”

Leon said nothing but still found a way to get closer to you. You smiled and kissed his face, hand caressing his side and fingers tracing his fresh scars.

- “Not going anywhere…” he whispered so low you thought you had hallucinated those words.

- “Not without you. Besides, I’ve been thinking about us, you know? We've been together for almost ten years now and… I think it's time to take the next step.”

You felt Leon freeze in your embrace and he looked up at you. Even in the darkness of the room, you could see his eyes and could almost imagine his expression. You smiled and rested your forehead against his.

- “I am serious. I want to take the next step, get married and get a house. Just you and me.” You whispered, your breathe tickling his lips.

Leon said nothing, but you felt him nod and you knew he was overcome with emotion. It was Leon who kissed you first, hungry, and you rested your fingers on his cheek as you kissed him back. Against your lips, you felt Leon smiling and it made you happy. You didn't have any ring yet, but you had been look around, trying to find the perfect one for Leon. Knowing he agreed to take the next step only made you more determined to find it.

That night, you slept peacefully in a cocoon of warmth and love, Leon cuddled against you. The ex-champion never once let go of you, as if you would disappear in an instant if he dared to take his hands off you.

In the morning, those same hands woke you up. You groaned as soft lips brushed against your neck and you smiled, your own hands caressing Leon’s naked back. You heard Leon chuckle before you kissed him.

You sighed and groaned when Hop knocked on the door, calling for Leon.

- “You gotta be fucking kidding me.” You hissed under your breath while Leon hid his face in the crook of your neck. “You know what? Fuck it.”

- “What?” Leon asked before gasping as you flipped him on his back, your lips kissing his neck.

Leon’s arms wrapped almost instinctively around you, nails slightly scratching your back as you left a trail of kisses from his neck down to his hips. Your fingers played with the elastic of his underwear. Leon’s fingers grabbed your hair as you kissed his cock over his underwear.

- “Fuck, you serious right now? My brother is right outside the door.” Leon whispered, face as red as a tomato while his eyes stared at the door.

- “Yeah. I’m tired of being cock blocked, let the brat see. Maybe he’s going to leave us alone now.” You chuckled, slowly taking off Leon’s underwear.

Your lover didn't stop, on the contrary. Maybe Leon was as tired as you from Hop’s antics, maybe he actually wanted to keep going, but he smiled and lifted his hips to give you a hand. You kissed his inner thighs, Leon’s fingers still in your hair and Hop still knocking at the door.

A gasp left Leon’s lips when you took his cock in your mouth. Under your hands, you could feel his body slightly shaking each time you moved your head up and down, taking him deeper into your throat. Leon was half cursing under his breath and half begging for more.

How could you tell him no?

You slid your fingers between his cheeks, caressing his hole. Leon tensed for a second before relaxing and spreading his legs more for you. You slowly pushed a first finger in him, distracting him from the discomfort by giving more attention to his tip.

Leon pulled on your hair with one hand, biting the other to keep quiet. Thankfully by now his little brother had left the door alone and there was nothing left to keep his mind busy. Leon quickly relaxed and got used to your finger, allowing you to add the second. Moving them slowly, you searched for that sweet bundle of nerve that made him see stars.

You found it soon, flexing your fingers and hitting it almost immediately. Leon arched his back, pushing his cock deeper into your throat and taking you by surprise. A litany of “sorry” left his mouth through little whines and whimpers, making it hard for you to be pissed.

You knew he was close when it began hard for him to keep his hips immobile. You turned all your attention on his prostate, massaging and milking it. Without warning, Leon came undone in your mouth, a low moan escaping his lips.

Swallowing everything, you slowly took his cock out of your mouth and pulled your fingers out. You kissed his hips and belly, hands caressing him as Leon panted and tried to calm his breath. He wrapped his arms around you once you began kissing his chest and laughed.

- “Shit, it had been so long…” He whispered, eyes closed and you nodded, resting your chin against his racing heart.

- “Yeah. I missed that and I miss your voice. We really need to get a place just for ourselves so I can make you scream again.”

Leon blushed even more shaking his head in amusement. But you both froze when someone knocker louder on the door.

- “Leon, Y/N, come on now, breakfast is ready and it's getting cold.” Leon’s mother called.

- “Coming ma!” Leon shouted and you chuckled.

- “You already came.” You teased him before Leon smacked you on the head.

- “Shut up before my mother hears you.” He hissed, redder if possible.

You got off him and together dressed up. You stopped by the bathroom to wash your face and teeth before joining the rest of the family. You got a look from his parents as you sat next to a still-blushing Leon, knowing they had an idea of what had been happening that morning.

But you didn't care.

Hop acted as usual, but for once he didn't get on your nerves and Leon seemed happier than yesterday. As you ate, you realized that you were happy, happier too. Everything seemed to fall into place and it hit you that soon you and Leon would take the next step and get your own forever place. You smiled when Leon looked at you, stars in his eyes as he took your hand. Yes. The chaos that the last months had been was over and you entered a new joyful beginning.

[dear3stangel]

Rafe stumbles upon your open window

Rafe x reader

Word count: 2,651

The day had been too warm for your liking, and the moon was luminescent. Its soft glow and brisk air are perfect. Before going to bed you left the window open, hoping the ventilation would keep you cool through the night

A hot night like this would force you to lay in bed in only a tank top and pillowy undergarments. You couldn't afford to have an AC or to keep it on through the night. The heat was suffocating still. When your head hit the pillow it took some time but eventually sleep took over.

When you suddenly heard movement in your room you weren't alarmed. Your cat isn't one to stay still and would often try to wake you up. This time you wouldn't let the feline interrupt your sleep.

The sound of heavy footsteps however was disturbing. Unquestionably this wasn't your cat. Your heart started racing. Who could that be? This can't be happening. You were so terrified you couldn't move, deciding the best thing to do was to stay still and act asleep. Keeping your breath still, maybe he'd just leave. Maybe he's not a murderer and only wants to see your room.

Whoever it was was leaving exhausted and ragged breaths. Did he run here? It seemed like after some time his breathe relaxed and he realized where he was, your room.

Your small house only has one floor, you can't imagine it being hard for anyone to enter but you never thought it would happen, not to you.

He looks around and notices you in your bed, though he can't see too much he does notice your exposed legs. Your eyes are closed but you can feel it, you know he's looking at you.

He reaches out to poke at you, to make sure you're actually asleep. When he does your body startles and you know you can't keep pretending. Your eyes snapped open and you jolted out of your bed.

He looked at you intensely and although it was dark, the moon's shine made it easy to see your features. Your fear left you paralyzed once again, your heart pumping vigorously.

For a small moment, neither of you said anything but your control slowly came back to you.

"Why are you in my hou-", you started to raise your voice as loud as you could before his hand clamped over your mouth, silencing you. With stern, he says, "Shhh, let's not yell okay?". You try to scream but it only comes out as muffles as you struggle to remove his hand. In a panic, you raise your knee to strike him between his legs and he lets out a painful groan. This only encourages him to fully take over your body, trapping you against the wall.

He uses his forearm to pin your shoulder so that he's able to keep his hand over your mouth. He slides his thighs between yours and pins your hips using his own.

Realization came down on you. You were helpless against him. You might die from a heart attack the way your heart was beating out of your chest. Or maybe you'll die by his hands.

Both of you were breathing heavily. His nose flares and he looks at you with wild and wide eyes, you don't think you've seen him blink yet. He was utterly terrifying and greatly built. "I'm not here to hurt you but don't fucking push it" he snarled.

He completely towered you. The heat of him was too much to bear. Against your body, you could feel his muscular anatomy. His warm salty hands on your mouth and the position he had you in made it clear to you that there would be nothing that you could do at this moment but tremble.

You both stare at each other for some time, chests heaving up and down. Holding his hard stare he slowly says, "I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth and you're not going to scream". His words are calm but the threat that underlies them tells you to do as he says.

At this point, all you could do was let him command you. You quickly nod and carefully he removes his hand from your mouth, his eyes refusing to leave you.

You don't utter a thing not sure of what he’s capable of doing to you. His rough hands slowly let go of you and he takes a few steps away from you. He knows that he could overtake you if he desired and that you knew this too.

Now that his hands were fully off of you, you could finally breathe. He raises his hands with his palms towards you. "See? Didn't I say I wasn’t gonna to hurt you?" he says it like that would help the situation.

He puts his hands back down. From here you could see him clearer. He looks damp, with sandy brown hair sticking to his eyebrows. If he wasn't a threat and didn't break into your house he might've been just slightly handsome.

"…" The silence was almost comforting if you didn't think about what was happening.

The same window you assume he entered was open wider. The moon illuminated the room and a cool breeze entered.

"Wh-what do you want…I don't really have money if that's it" you muster up the courage to say but it comes out shaky and low.

His eyes look at the window, for once not on you but that doesn't last long. "Don't worry about it and trust me it looks like it" he says with a raspy voice as he looks around your small room before looking right back at you.

"Can you leave?" you say. It's a dumb request but better than nothing. You can't take his stare any longer, not with the intensity he looks at you.

"No, actually I don't think I will…" He says in a smug voice. He's mocking you and you know it.

You're both standing in the middle of your room. You look at the floor beneath you, eyes stinging slightly as tears build up. You're afraid of what he might do. No one would help you. What if this is it?

"Woah woah, there's no need to start crying, sweetheart," he says in an almost sweet voice, but you know it's not. He takes slow steps towards you and gently grabs your jaw to lift your head. You flinch and your heart starts beating rapidly again.

Your eyes glisten from the moonlight. His eyebrows slightly furrow as he begins to really look at you. He didn't mean to come in but he had no other choice. His breath fans your face, you can feel his warm breath. Again you're trapped.

He gazes lower at your body, "Do you usually leave your window open, maybe you want strangers to come in…" He says seductively, with a sinister glint in his eyes. You become aware of what he's looking at. You're not naked but not fully clothed either.

Your face reddens still with tears in your eyes and you look away as much as you can with your face in his hands. As much as you'd like to run away, you're unsure of what might come.

He rolled his eyes " You know I'm just messing with you right? I was dealing with...something and your house happened to be there, that's all" he said carelessly. He says it as if it's no big deal that a strange man broke into your house, just convenient.

When he drops your jaw, again you can breathe. "I think I'm done here, but thanks for the hospitality. You might wanna close your window next time, wouldn't want strangers to enter" he says with obvious sarcasm smirking. He tucks your hair behind your ear before he looks at you once more and walks to the window. You stay silent.

You watch him leave and feel relieved. He's gone but you're left confused with your heart still pounding loudly in the middle of your room.

[thehealerhairpin]

shaky voice from the shaky lady with so much fear full in her body -- it was both out of how scary this place she was in and from the strange being -- could she call her a cannibal ? no .. something was odd about him , couldn't put her finger on it but calling them a cannibal were an odd thing . would it be better if .. there was a name -- did she tell her name ? ugh .. from all this fear she may have forgotten -- she does have good memories but she can't fathom to remember in such panic state .

wanting to leave . wanting more than to get out . out of this place alive .

this place feels like a haunted mansion that people put up for decoration on Halloween -- for benefits and entertainment for the people to come and go , coming in with bravery of such face and then coming out with the most scared full chested up faces right after . she came here -- not intending to be here at all , but she came anyways , thinking her friends could be near . although , the only near one is a stranger and danger , none related to each other but much close and similar to one another .

shaky breath meet cold air of the weather of this mansion -- despite being inside it feels so cold like they were in a .. cemetery , a grave , a coffin . scary , but wouldn't put past that it could be worse .. aside from the dead body that she couldn't save -- it wasn't rotting either , so the person must have died freshly . after all and everything she couldn't help but think back upon many things that have happened , after all she felt a weird sense relief -- it feels like this is the end of the nightmare , the end of the line . she cut it short herself .

this mansion was odd to say the very least .

she wants out .

her hands practically pulling on the door - wanting to slam herself against it just to open it up -- scared , so full of fear , she felt like a little lost kid running and scrambling everywhere to find a way to get out of this misery -- to find help .

but as sudden as everything was the creature pulled onto her wrist -- yanking her like a cloth , she got terrified -- has he decided to eat her ? it was an immediate thought -- not out of disrespect but anything could be expected at this point in time of this mansion they're in , how scary , how haunted , how much this will haunts her for a while . but it was nothing as she would expect , as the man pulled her to do nothing but to try and comfort -- face faced against the chest before scooping her up .

surprise is what has taken her by .

they walk to the door , holding onto her and carrying her like a baby . it felt weirdly comforting -- is that weird ? it has been a while since she has been held in such close position and way . she looked to the door before her eyes shut close upon the contact of his feet and the door were made -- splinters and much loud of a noise were made upon that contact of human .. or creature thing and the door . forcing it to open it up . what strength -

outside .

village -- forest -- she felt a relieved -- she felt fresh air coming into her lungs as she breath out her remaining cold breath that felt like she was suffocating herself in -- felt like she was holding all those cold shaky breaths in even though she was much breathing them out wasting all the oxygen available out of desperation and fear --

and here they are , finally out .

she felt her eyes tearing up , her face scrunched up before she -- she fully starts crying . sniffles and tears pouring down her face like she was holding it in since her past life .

" we're out ? we're out -- we're out ! - we're finally out !! "

she said as she started to smile through all her tears wiping her tears off as it still flows down like a river on a mountain . she asked questions but answered with her own self and voice -- is over ? is it really over ? is it ? it is over ! it is ! is so over !

Scared.

With the demon’s mind somewhat cleared and her vision less blurry, Nezuko can now see that the human is definitely scared.

Well, they can't say they're surprised.

Blood painting her entire body, bits and pieces of gore topping the liquid, as well as the corpse being littered across her feet- It’s a common reaction, seeing humans so terrified whenever Nezuko eats one of their kind.

Sometimes, they get so scared they can't move, frozen in place as they're unable to do anything except wait for their impending doom, brought on by the inhuman thing that stands before them.

Other times, they flee, going as fast as their legs can carry them, trying to escape the fate that will be befallen on them.

These reactions are common, yet Nezuko can't help but feel... bad.

He doesn't really know how to explain it. All she knows is that seeing their faces, their reactions, practically begging to be spared... it makes the twisting feeling in her gut worse, as if it's clawing it's way to her entire body and taking control, desiring that she... comfort the person, as if apologizing for something that is only natural for her race.

And they try.

Even if he's covered in gore, even if the human would want nothing to do with him- Nezuko still tries to comfort the person. She wraps her arms around them, bringing the stranger close to her, and just... stays there, trying to calm the person down, trying to let them know that they're safe, that nothing is going to harm them.

The action brings Nezuko a sense of nostalgia, as if they've done this before, yet when they try to remember where, it’s clouded in fog, nothing more than the familiar sensation of small things cuddling up to them discernible.

Without so much as a warning, the demon grabs the human’s wrist, practically yanking her close to him as he scoops up the smaller one into his arms- with one arm underneath her, and the other supporting her back- he holds her as if one would a child, trying to offer the comfort he always does to those who are scared.

And so she walks.

Holding the human tightly to themself, they trudge over to the exit, no longer shambling like a corpse would- yet still shaky, the arm not being enough for Nezuko to consume.

Too much of time passes, and he kicks the door open, wood splintering from the force of his foot.

It’s the outside.

They blink.

Outside of the hallway is the outside. The pathway to which leads from here to the nearby village visible, trees and foliage surrounding the both of them, undisturbed by the events that have happened inside.

[luna-loveboop]

WHAT THE HECK IS WIND DOING IN THE OCTOBER ART

Twi and Sky look so so freaked out and wind just looks happy running along?

I see this and can't get this dialogue out of my head:

Twilight: let me see what you have!

Wind: *running*

Twilight: A sword?!

Twilight and Sky: NO!!!

Sckssjxkdiwgafagrge Them trying to contain the gremlin even though he's a hero and is trustworthy to handle himself. What even is HAPPENING with these three here ddkdjdshahhdbren

MAYBE THEYRE CONCERNED BECAUSE HES RUNNING STRAIGHT AT A CLIFF EDGE

The dynamic between these three in this image has so many explanations but to me it just looks like they cannot contain the gremlin zoomies he is unstoppable

(Also the set of their standing reminds me of this post with the dialogue way back when that Jojo liked so much: https://www.tumblr.com/linkeduniverse/173725443764/short-stacks-art-has-this-been-done-yet-hero)

[dilfmobius]

okay wow so i'm working on something and i just came across this frame and

i am not okay!! i'm actually very upset!!