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[annluvazzel]

🌑 Shadowhunters AU ☆ Parabatai BKDK

Clip Studio Paint | Jan 5, 2025

Parabatai are battle partners, best friends, "platonic soulmates". There is a magic ritual to create an unbreakable bond between them, and it's forbidden to have romantic feelings for your Parabatai. But you can't really control your heart, can you?

They both realize their love is not exactly platonic a little bit late and now are between the sword and the wall 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Kacchan who would prefer to pretend everything is the same as ever, and have Izuku as "just a parabatai" if it means having him at all, vs Izuku who can't really contain his newfound emotions and *needs* to act on them and is going to doom the both of them.

A little late to make that observation, Izuku (He wasn't thinking of marrying anyways 😔)

How would they know? 🤨 (they're unaware of the parabatai curse)

[littlegrapejuice]

Flatline | LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando parties a bit too hard and needs to be patched up. Luckily, he can count on a pretty nurse.

Author's Note: I'M BACK MFS🙂‍↕️ it's been a while haha but enjoy this lil lando fic that was inspired by the song Flatline by 5sos!! Also happy new year hehe, hope everyone is doing good and i wish y'all the best for 2025🫶🏻

F1 MASTERLIST🏎

King’s Day 2024. Amsterdam, Netherlands.

Amongst all the drivers, people would’ve thought Max Verstappen the most prone to be sighted in public while celebrating his country on its national day. However, the one that was currently trending on social media was Lando Norris. Pictures as well as videos were being posted, reposted, and commented on every second. No one had expected Lando to spend the weekend away in the Netherlands in between two grand prix. But here he was, partying on a boat and even DJ-ing along with his good friend Martin Garrix.

Lando didn’t know whether people just didn’t care about him – seeing as the Netherlands were the home of one of the greatest drivers of the current generation – or if people actually didn’t know him. In any case, he was glad not to be disturbed by fans – even though he loved them – and be able to enjoy the day the same way everyone else was doing it: by partying, dancing, singing, and drinking.

Obviously, Lando was planning to be careful as he knew that his PR team would have his head if he did something stupid during his two-week break. But still, he was having fun like a typical twenty-four year old. He was having the time of his life. Dutch people definitely knew how to party on their national day, that’s for sure.

…..

A few hours later however, what everyone hadn’t been expecting was for Lando to end the day with bandages all over his face. As the surprise of him being in the Netherlands settled down after a while, pictures and videos stopped circulating around. Until fans all over the world were met with images of Lando with a bloody nose, a smile still on his face. People had no idea what had happened. No context had been given, only the speculation of Lando having drunk and partied too hard that he had hurt himself.

Fortunately for him, Lando had been able to count on you. Being a friend of a friend, you loosely knew Martin but had never really exchanged more than a few words with him. However, he was currently glad that the invitation to his boat party had managed to reach you as you were qualified to take care of Lando’s battle wound – his words. Being a nurse, and the only one with some medical knowledge on the boat, you had quickly reacted when people had started panicking after seeing Lando’s face starting to bleed.

To be honest, people had overreacted a bit. Because when you approached Lando to see the extent of the damage, you realised it was only a cut albeit the consequence of some glass. So although he wasn’t hurt very badly, you still suggested bringing him into the hospital where you worked. Obviously, Lando had refused at first as he pretended that everything was fine. He was. But just to be sure, you needed to give him a general check-up in a clean location as a random boat in Amsterdam wasn’t exactly the most hygienic place to patch someone up.

So after Martin also agreed to the idea, Lando had no choice but to listen to his friend and go with you. The Dutch told Lando that he would come get him later as he needed to bring his DJ equipment back home – he promised to be ready to give him a ride back from the hospital later on as he knew that Lando had a flight the next day. This is thus how you found yourself in a cab with none other than Formula One driver Lando Norris on the way to your workplace. Truth be told, you hadn’t expected to go there today. But you knew it was part of your job to be able to help anyone in need even if you were on your day off.

The ride had mostly been silent. Lando had been on his phone, probably texting a few people about his whereabouts, while you were focused on the next steps to do when you’d be arriving at the hospital. You were pleasantly surprised when Lando paid the driver without a second thought and told him to keep the change.

“I could’ve paid, you know. Thanks,” you told him as you entered the building.

“You’re taking care of me on what definitely seemed like your day off, so that’s the least I can do for you.” Lando smiled at you and even with the bandages around his face, he was still very good-looking.

“Still, I appreciate it. You can go wait in this room if that’s okay?” He nodded and you finished explaining what would happen next. “I just need to inform my manager I’m here, get some stuff for a small check-up, and then I’m all yours. I won’t be long.”

“Sounds perfect”, Lando replied with a grin.

True to your words, you were back in the room where you’d left the Brit less than ten minutes later. He noticed that you’d changed into your uniform – which you’d been lucky to have a spare here as your usual one was at your flat – and enjoyed the view of observing you in your element. Working in the medical field was your calling, and you didn’t see yourself anywhere else.

First, you removed the bandages that you’d wrapped around Lando’s face earlier before you cleaned up the small wound – properly this time, with adequate material. As Lando winced when you disinfected it, you apologised.

“Does it hurt much?” You asked.

“Not really”, he shrugged. “Just uncomfortable I guess.”

“Hmm, okay”, you nodded. “Tell me if there’s anything else at any point.”

Quickly finishing up, you were soon enough putting a band-aid on Lando’s nose. You debated offering to put a silly one originally designed for kids, but decided otherwise as you didn’t want to look weird for suggesting it. However, the driver had noticed your eyes drifting to them when you’d hesitated in which one to take, so he spoke up:

“You think you could actually give me one of those”, he wondered with a smile before adding. “The cute ones, there.”

When you saw that he was pointing at the Disney ones, you stiffled a laugh. You hadn’t expected him to directly ask for one himself, but you were kinda glad that he did. Amongst the different characters present, your choice was easily made.

“I guess that the Cars one caught your eye?” You raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if you were right.

“Bingo!” He laughed. “I’ll admit that Frozen was tempting but I gotta stay true to my roots.”

“Fair enough”, you chuckled. “Your job ain’t really much to do with building ice castles, or I’ve done my research wrong.”

“You looked me up?” Lando asked, the surprise obvious in his tone.

“Well, yeah?” You answered with a ‘duh’ tone as you gently put the Cars band-aid over the plain one you’d previously applied. “Even though the whole country supports Max and not many people care about the other drivers, I gotta know about the competition.”

“You think I’m competition to Max?”

“Of course! Anyone is: as long as Max isn’t the only driver racing on track, he has competition.”

Your explanation made Lando’s grin widen as he was glad to be considered in the same league as the Max Verstappen, especially by someone who lived in the Netherlands. To you, any other driver that had managed to be a part of the twenty that raced in Formula One was a good one – Lando included.

“He does have three more championship titles than me though”, Lando stated. “And God knows how many wins.”

“He’s had a good car for years,” you pointed out. “Your time will come, don’t worry. I can feel the papaya greatness for this year – though if I ever wear orange, it’s for Max.”

Not knowing what to reply to your words, Lando simply nodded while you put away the box of band-aids. You thought about the final steps of your check-up, and turned back to face the driver.

“Okay, so I’ll just put this on your finger to see your heart rate and then I’ll make you do a breathalyser if that’s alright with you?”

“Yeah, no problem. Do your job, don’t worry.”

“Great, thanks.” You carefully clipped the pulse oximeter on Lando’s finger before stepping away. “I'll be right back in a minute.”

“Take your time,” Lando replied. “I’m not going anywhere.”

When you left the room, the Brit let out the biggest sigh of his life. Oh God, he thought. It seemed like you hadn’t realised how close you’d been to Lando as you were only focused on doing your job, but he hadn’t been able to take his eyes away from you. He really hoped you hadn’t noticed anything, as the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable at your workplace. Get a grip, Lando told himself while waiting for you to be back. Don’t fuck this up if you want a chance.

You came back into the room shortly after, a box in your hands – which Lando assumed to be the breathalyser. He knew he had drunk enough that he wouldn’t be allowed to drive, but he hoped he had sobered up enough after his trip to the hospital. After unboxing the breathalyser, you got close to Lando again and explained to him what he’d have to do.

“Nothing too complicated, don't worry. You’ll just have to exhale into this.” You showed him the object. “And I’ll tell you when to stop. Then, you’ll be good to go!”

Lando nodded in reply, even though he hadn’t really paid attention to the actual words you’d said. He had been more focused on your face and the way you’d gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. He almost wished he’d been the one to do it, and he wondered if it was the remains of alcohol in his blood making him think that. He also wondered if he would still be attracted to you if he had met you while stone cold sober. But when you gave him a soft reassuring smile as you told him to be ready to blow into the breathalyser, he knew he would find you gorgeous no matter his state of mind.

What he didn’t know though, is if it was the alcohol or his attraction to you that was making his heart faster – both, to be honest. The result was the same: the machine was showing his heart rate quickening and Lando could perfectly hear it echoing in his head, which made his eyes widen at the thought that you would hear it too. Lando’s heart rate was actually the least of your worries as you were focused on the current task of measuring the level of alcohol in his blood, but it became the most important barely two seconds later when you heard the continuing beep that usually meant the lack of heartbeat.

“Your heart is going flatline!” You exclaimed in shock as you tried to quickly assess how Lando looked in order to find the cause. “Oh my God… oh my God, what the fuck is happening?!”

And while you were panicking, Lando realised that he had made a grave mistake. See, as he still wasn’t back to his normal state of mind, the driver thought that it was a wonderful idea to just remove the pulse oximeter from his finger so that you wouldn’t have noticed his heart rate speeding. But of course, you had immediately noticed the lack of constant beep from the machine and were currently still stressing – breathalyser completely forgotten.

Seeing your panicked state, Lando was now feeling extremely guilty and decided to come clean.

“I’m fine!” He was almost shouting. Hearing his voice made you stop in your tracks, and you looked at him with worry in your eyes. “Sorry”, he apologised. “I accidentally removed the thing, please calm down. I’m not dead.”

“Oh”, you could only answer. You felt awkward now. “That’s good, then.” You scratched your neck and nervously laughed. “It’s weird, it shouldn’t come off that easily unless it’s forcibly removed. Sorry if I gave you one that wasn’t properly working.”

And this was his last straw. Lando was now feeling even guiltier at your words, as you were going to blame yourself for using seemingly faulty equipment.

“Please don’t be mad, but… I-actually-removed-it-myself”, he said as quickly as he could.

“What?” You questioned with a tilt of your head.

“I removed the heart thingy myself because I didn’t want you to hear my heart rate.”

“Lando, that’s my job?”

“Yeah, but like…” He didn’t know what else to say, except for the truth – thank the alcohol for giving him the confidence to utter the next words. “I was just thinking about you, and you were looking super pretty while explaining stuff, and I wasn’t really paying attention to be honest, but then I felt like my heartbeat was going really fast, and you’d hear it, and you’d think I’m like weird, and–”

“Oh God, Lando calm down!” You put your hands on his shoulders so that he would look at you instead of the floor, and meeting your eyes silenced him. “You’re good, don’t explain yourself. I know that you’re not completely sober yet so your mind might make you do weird things. I’m just glad you’re alright and not suddenly a victim of a heart attack.”

“I don’t want you to see me as a crazy drunk guy right now!” He retorted, trying to clear his name. “Even sober, I’d think the same. Maybe not do the same stupid shit though…” He muttered the last sentence.

Silence now filled the room as you removed your hands from Lando and put them in your pockets before sighing. You tried to assess the situation and process his words. You’d had your fair share of people complimenting you in your workplace so Lando’s feelings weren’t that unusual, but it was still rare to end up in this type of situation. You thought for a minute about what to do while Lando stayed quiet. He was scared of dumb words leaving his mouth, so he didn’t want to take any more risks.

“Tell you what”, you caught his attention. “We finish this up, I clear you free to go, and maybe we can start over when you’re not my patient anymore. Sounds good?”

Still not trusting his words, Lando simply nodded. You then kept going with the last steps of your check-up before announcing to Lando that he was discharged. He had surprisingly sobered up quicker than you would’ve thought – maybe because of the heart rate incident – and his alcohol level wasn’t as high as you’d imagined it to be.

You walked him back to the entrance hall and asked him if Martin was here to get him. He briefly checked his phone and noticed a couple texts from the Dutch that were notifying him of his arrival in a few minutes. You therefore decided to wait with Lando, having all the time in the world – it was still your day off and you knew that the hospital wasn’t understaffed today, so there was no need for you to stay and give a hand.

As you were waiting in an excruciatingly awkward silence, Lando chose to man up and clear the previous situation up.

“I still think you’re beautiful,” he stated. “And I’d love to get to know you,” he added. “I know I’m not fully sober yet, but I’m almost there and my thoughts haven’t changed.”

“That’s good to know”.

“Good as in positive for me to shoot my shot?” Lando wondered with a nervous smile.

“You can try, I think your chances of success are pretty high right now.”

“Great.” His grin widened, and you couldn’t help thinking about how he was currently the beautiful one. “So, can we go out together one day? I know this great restaurant that my wonderful local friends told me about.”

“That’d be my pleasure”, you replied.

“When do you finish work?” He asked, even though he knew the answer.

“I’m actually done…” You feigned to analyse the time on your watch. “Right now. What a coincidence!”

“Coincidence indeed”, Lando agreed. He then took out his phone and gave it to you. “I’ll text you the location?”

“Sure”, you nodded. “Maybe not a full meal tonight, but I’m still down for a drink and snacks.”

“Works for me. Raincheck for a proper date then?”

“Come back for it once you have a race win under your belt”, you challenged.

“Deal”, he accepted. “I have really good motivation.”

“Tell you what, you can also get a wish if it’s the next race that you win.”

“A wish? Anything?” You nodded and Lando thought about ideas. “Kiss on the first date?”

“Alright, you’re on!” You sealed the deal with a handshake, a playful glint in your eyes.

Merely a couple seconds later, Martin was pulling up in front of the hospital which was yours and Lando’s cue to go your separate ways before meeting soon again.

…..

A week later following your semi-date with Lando, you were now watching him celebrate his first win on the top step of the podium in Miami. You couldn’t be prouder of him, and your first thought was to text him as soon as you saw him go back to his garage. You hoped that he’d have access to his phone soon enough and quickly drafted a message to congratulate him. Right before you sent it, your wish – and eventually his in the process – seemed to have been granted.

Flying back to you next weekend before imola

I’m expecting a welcome kiss👀

You chuckled at his texts, a blush appearing on your cheeks as you thought about how he was still serious about you, and deleted your initial message before sending a new one.

Wouldn’t have it any other way

Congratulations race winner! Can’t wait for the next ones, I knew your time was coming🧡

If Lando never imagined that being hurt could lead to him bagging a pretty nurse and getting his first Formula One win, he was now thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get a small wound before each race if it meant that you would take care of him and that he’d be lifting the winner’s trophy afterwards.

..........

Hope y'all liked this ^^ idk if it's common knowledge on here but I'm a HUGE 5sos fan and when i recently heard flatline after a while, i knew i had to write smth f1 related for this song (esp the chorus)

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated if you enjoy my writing<3 it means a lot to me and i love knowing what people think - apart from my bestie who's often my #1 fan haha

See you next time, take care🤍

[ashleyslorens]

another one for the collection

obsessed with this genre of photo

[eurodynamic]

Michael Bryan meeting Dorian Pavus while playing Dragon Age: Inquisition for the first time (via YouTube)

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN for ESQUIRE KOREA & CARTIER [2024]

[rystiel]

well that’s one way to come out i guess

[foolsocracy]

What could he have meant by this

[thescriptorium]

vi was so real for having a pretty femme ruin her life after not giving a shit ever 😭 she’s one of us fr

[tackykachowch]

So we gathered that Jinx's braids are connected to Silco and it's very likely that he was the one who braided them. But why are they so long tho?

Here's what I think: Silco's eye injection is a daily ritual, which guarantees that they'll see each other at least once every day, even if for such a brief period of time. Braiding Jinx's hair, on the other hand, probably requires a Lot of time, so it's likely that she let it to be that long so she and Silco would have more quality time together, even if it happens less frequently.

[hyohaehyuk]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE cast plays KNOCK YOUR BLOCKS OFF | TV Insider

via: thejamlore

Sam: *picks question for jacob* How about that one? that looks fun

Jacob: oh, what's your go-to on-set snack? *glances at sam*

Eric: oh yeah? 😏

Jacob fav go-to on-set snack is S-[redacted]

I swear that Eric was trying to hold himself to not say anything controversial 🔞 when jacob said "cream pie" He was like "oh, that's definitely yours and Sam fav go-to snack on set… and outside of it too" 😏

[whosbian]

[cecoeur]

prompt: well done baku 💕

Azerbaijan's hottest club is… well done baku

[ju-panic]

I love hearing you squirt all over yourself, especially when you know you’re supposed to stop. It so cute that you keep fucking your pussy when in reality you want it stretched out the way you deserve. 😚

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Favorite part of mdzs donghua?? The wedding scene where Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian get married in the demon slaughtering caves very dramatically in front of a bunch of witnessing cultivators 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[achilles-rage]

Feral for eddie cause fact that I giggle and kick my feet whenever Eddie come up my screen is a little scary for me cause I feel insane.

Anyways a thought, I feel like Eddie would be such an amazing yearner like??? Eddie just realizing that maybe he is in love, but he doesn't want to acknowledge it so he's in denial and push it away, far away, to the depths of his core only for it to resurface into his chest with a pang when he sees their smile or remembers it (he thinks it's a heart attack or a panic attack at some point). Also he wants to be near them, but he doesn't want to acknowledge his feelings, he would try his best to sit next to them and stand next to them so his shoulders or hips can just slightly graze theirs. At this point, Eddie is already head over heels but deep in denial, whenever he sees you, his eyes tail you quietly. the thing is, the crew notices, but they stay quiet cause they have a bet going on. How long does Eddie stay quiet before he goes insane??? Buck bets on a few more months, Hen agrees, but Chimney and Bobby think it's lesser than that.

And you know what, Bobby and Chimney wins, cause a few weeks after that Eddie goes to your house to confront you cause you've been avoiding him apparently. He notices and he's freaking out a little cause what do you mean you can't hang out with me? Usually you're okay to hang whenever, but the past few weeks, you've been saying no. You're out here confused like 🧍. You were busy with work and maybe, a tad bit, you're avoiding him cause you might also be in love with him, but you want to keep it normal, so you made sure you're slowly creating this boundary with him. Ever so slightly, unfortunately for you, he's kinda down bad for you, so he notices when you pull away.

Both of you go back and forth, you denying, him pressing the matter. You get tired of it so you ask him to just go home and actually have the conversation some other day when he's stops acting weird (gaslighting at best omg 😔). And he gets angry and blurts maybe I care cause I love you omg why do you think I would even care about all this? and you're once again 🧍👁️👄👁️, caught off guard by what's he's saying. And he's staring at you with his sad brown Disney princess eyes. He slowly approaches you and holds your face in his hands and kisses you.

Anyways, it's a happy ending. I'M SORRY THIS IS LONG?????? ignore it if you'd like 💖 I HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY AND WEEKEND 💗. Will be going into my cave now.

AND THAT KISS WOULD BE THE MOST FUCKING EARTH-SHATTERING-BREATH-STEALING-KNEE-WEAKENING-PANTY-DROPPING KISS YOU’VE EVER HAD!!!

eddie is, to his core, a YEARNER!!! one think about him is he’s gonna PINE for someone, and beautifully, at that!!

i have literally nothing to add, this is perfection!! (okay i lied i typed it up in the tags and i’m to lazy to retype here<3)

[djarinova]

I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

tobio kageyama x gn!reader content - angst, established ish relationship, possible breakup, ambiguous ending, lack of communication (bad), slight oc characterisation - snake divider by @/saradika words - 700 reputation event masterlist

♡—you've been dating for almost 6 months, so why won't he just let you help him? why won't he talk to you for gods sake!

Tobio Kageyama is the type of guy that has trouble asking for help—whether it stems from someone in his childhood who always insisted he be the best, or from some later wound that he still doesn't have a name for. Not that it mattered to him. He's perfectly able, and willing, to push through on his own, forging his own way by fire and ice, not caring for the after affects that his own self confidence—or self destruction—could have. There's no need to bother voicing what he can only assume is a stupid question, letting himself get ridiculed and mocked, only to not even get a straight solution to his problem. No, he could get it solved himself, no help necessary.

And that was just something you'd have to get used to.

And you have, you've gotten very used to it. You try and try and try to help him, to offer what you think he might need, to fill in the gaps as best you can without so much as a word from the man himself. But it's tiring. And you're too exhausted.

“Tobio, please, just… talk to me.” It's a fool's game, asking him to let you in, but you refuse to give up. Always thinking that next time he'll ask for help, next time he'll let you in, let you past those final few walls.

It's not as though he point blank refuses your help when you offer. But it's hard to offer help when you don't know what he needs. Advice? A solution? Just an ear to listen? If he would only tell you.

“It's not a big deal. I'm fine.” He says, face blank and eyes refusing to meet your gaze.

You sigh. You thought… you really did… you thought he was getting better, that the two of you were getting better. You thought that he knew he could be open with you, vulnerable with you, and that there would be no negative reactions, no snide remarks or exaggerated eye rolls. You've both spoken about your teen years, and what it was like for you growing up, it's typical getting to know someone stuff, you've shared and listened to whatever Tobio gave you.

You sigh again, shallower this time—defeated. You and Tobio have been dating for almost 5 months now. Christ, you've even got plans for him to meet your family at the end of month, properly meet them, not just a quick hello and goodbye, but dinner plans. And jokes. And chatting. And not just your parents either, but your brother, and his girlfriend too, and your cousin! Maybe that would help… seeing you laughing and talking and sharing with your family.

But then again, maybe it wouldn't.

“I think…” You cough, and it's loud enough to grab Tobio’s attention, finally. He's looking at you, really, actually looking at you. “I think I'm just gonna go.”

You stand up, heading for his front door. You gather up your things quickly, putting your coat and gloves on to protect yourself from the painful chill that awaits you on the other side of the door. You turn to face Tobio, your navy coloured left hand is gripping the door handle, and a sudden chill strikes him, although the door still remains shut.

He thinks you've never looked as far away as you do right now. And have your eyes always had that harshness to them when you looked at him? That coldness shivers through him again.

“Goodbye, Tobio.” You turn and leave and he watches as the door clicks behind you.

The air feels so thick with fear that he could almost swallow it.

Wait…

He doesn't want the question to surface, he does everything he can to stop the thought from intruding into the forefront of his mind. He thinks of home, he thinks of what it's like to fly across a dark sky with nothing but the sound of silence as company, he thinks of cookies, he thinks of his mothe—

Is that the last time I'll ever hear you say my name?