#i sure as fuck will!! thank u (⁠✿ ‚‚⌒‿⌒‚‚) i don't b having piles but i do leave some stuff out n around n whatnot.

[kuromi-hoemie]

hey younger ppl who grew up with strict parents, i want to share something really lovely with you that i didn't really learn myself until this year.

you do NOT have to clean ur house when u have guests over. like yeah pickup anything particularly embarrassing but have you not felt more welcomed, happy and cozy when you visited a friend's home and saw Stuff everywhere? is it not more inviting to enter a home that looks and feels very Lived In? do you not feel self-conscious about contributing to any sort of mess in a home so clean and organized it feels sterile?

Don't feel the need to keep this weird facade ingrained into us that your place needs to look perfect in order for you to hang out - just invite people over! Let them see what you're about, let the Environmental Storytelling™ do some work! i promise you it's very charming being able To See what you do and enjoy.

it took way longer than it should've for me to accept this and it's been GREAT. i don't dread the deep cleaning that having a guest used to entail because nowhere near that amount of work is necessary to hang out anymore - and I think everyone deserves to know that they don't have to work so dang hard for something that's really so so simple.

[writtenbymoonflower]

omg i have a request !!! i don't think our bb james is much of a fighter, but imagine if someone just say something about reader that just hits a nerve, and poor bb literally gives himself a panic attack, to a point where reader is just pushing him away and trying to get him to breathe with her :((( just reassuring him and giving him all the love in the world !!! ofc u don't have to if u don't wanna ily !!!

i love this! thank you so much hunny! James Potter x fem!reader

cw: mentions of drinking, pressuring someone to drink, ‘b word’ used as a derogatory term, swearing

735 words

Despite the bitter chill in the air, you felt clammy and cramped. The campfire radiating warmth into your face was pleasant, but the overcrowding of bodies sitting next to you wasn’t as much. You leaned onto James’ chest, snuggling closer when he put a long arm around your shivering shoulders. The night was winding down from Sirius’ party, only a few people remained, all sharing the leftover drinks around the fire. The small amount of alcohol you had drank that night was sitting in your stomach like a brick and you couldn’t wait to get home and sleep it off. Your eyes were just drifting closed when they snapped wide open, a cold bottle pressed against painfully your bare shoulder. 

You looked up to see the person next to you trying to hand off a beer bottle to you. He was looking at you nicely enough, but you still declined. 

“I’m okay, thank you though.” You gave him a polite smile before turning back to James, who you could tell was reigning in his overprotectiveness. 

“C’mon, girly. One won’t hurt.” He pressed the bottle closer. “You’re not even buzzed, I can tell.” 

You stayed friendly but your tone was firmer. “I promise I’m fine. I’m sure someone else wants another though.” You cut your eyes to Remus and Sirius and their pile of empty beer and cider bottles next to them, laying scattered like an army fallen. 

“You sure?” The man sing-songed, pressing the cold bottle to your neck, wet with condensation. You flinched away. 

“Mate, pack it in. She said she didn’t want any.” James pulled you closer protectively. He wasn’t necessarily harsh, but the lack of joviality in his tone was chilling for those who know him well. The man took on a defensive nature, but was still attempting to appease James. 

“I’m doing this for you man.” He waggled his brows at James knowingly. “I’m sure she’s loads more fun loosened up.” You felt James stiffen but he didn’t have a chance to respond before the man looked at you, half joking, half irritation. “C’mon stop being such a frigid bitch and have a drink.” 

James shot up, swiftly moving so that he was between you and the man. “What the fuck did you just say?” The guy was floundering, backpedaling fast. 

“I’m just playing! Didn’t think you would be upset, shit.” He scooted away from your seething boyfriend. 

“You didn’t think I would be upset that you called my girlfriend a- that word? Are you really that fucking thick?” James snapped. He got closer to the guy's face before you tugged his hand. 

“James, calm down, it’s okay.” You stood up to gently tug him away. 

“Yeah, man. Listen to your bird-” He started, but then James snapped his head back, eyes ablaze. 

“McLaggen, mate, just leave.” Sirius said, harshly. 

“What? Sirius, c’mon. It’s a jo-” He stood up. Remus marched over, helping him to get his stuff. 

“Well it wasn’t fucking funny. You don’t say that shit here.” Remus said coldly. Their chatter moved away as he marched the offending man away from the fire. James looked like he was going to yell something after him, but he stopped. 

“It’s okay, Jamie.” You soothed, pulling him away as well. 

“It’s not.” He reiterated. “I can’t belie- I’m so sorry angel. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He hugged you tight. 

“I’m okay, he didn’t. You don’t need to be sorry. It was just a stupid guy, not nearly the worst I’ve encountered.” You laughed.

“That does not make it better.” He huffed like an angry puppy. “I can’t believe some people think that’s an okay thing to call a girl. My mam would’ve had my head if I ever said that.” 

“Not everyone is as amazing as you, honey. And a lot of people are worse than that guy.” You rubbed a hand up and down his tense arm. 

He at you wide-eyed. “Okay, well firstly, someone isn't 'amazing' for not being an asshole, that's just not being horrendous. And secondly.” He was half concern half immense confusion. “Who all has been like that to you? How many lads have been like him? I want names and dates, lovely.” 

“James,” You lovingly scoffed. “I love you. I love how protective you are of me, but I really am okay. Some people are just dickheads, it’s part of life.” 

He grunted, pulling you back into his arms. “Just because it's a part of life doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He kissed the top of your head firmly. “I love you too.” 

“Do you want to go back?” You asked softly, rubbing the thick curls at the base of his neck.

“Can we stay like this for a bit longer? I just- need to hold onto you.” His biceps strained around you from how tightly you were being held.

You nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. “Okay.”

[crushes-georg]

Slow and Steady

Word count: 758

Ship: Wally West/Blaize Barone (pre-relationship)

Warnings: none

Summary: Blaize is very proud and protective of her hair, and she's having some trouble touching it up...

> so whatre you up to tonight :0

> eh nothin much, im just grabbing dinner, wbu?

> fixing my sideshave rn then its just me, my beef lo mein, and a full playlist of analog horror vids :>

> lol pass on that, u have fun tho!

> u cant outrun the found footage horror,,, just like i cant outrun this FUCKING razor jesus christ hang on

Blaize put down her phone as she leaned over her bathroom sink, peering into the mirror with an irritated expression as she once again picked up the razor and clicked it on. She'd gotten the front half of her sideshave done, but the back always gave her trouble.

She yelped when she heard a knock on her apartment door, though, and gave a hurried "coming!" before she slapped a beanie onto her head to cover up her half-done haircut and went to get her door.

...damn speedsters.

"Need some help?" Wally asked as he stood in the doorway, a couple of takeout bags in his hands, to which Blaize only chuckled.

"Hah- no, no, it's fine... I usually do this myself anyway. Here, come in, don't want ya just standing out in the hall," she said as she gestured for him to follow, closing the door behind him before pulling off her hat and wandering back to her bathroom. "Don't worry 'bout it, 'kay?"

"You sure...?" Wally asked quietly as he peeked into the bathroom where she was, watching with a quirked frown as she fruitlessly twisted and turned her wrist holding the buzzing razor, her other hand holding up a handheld mirror, trying to see the back of her head without the rest of her hair falling in the way.

"Yeah, it's fine- I do this all the time, it's just gotten a bit more annoying the longer my hair gets-" Blaize would've finished her thought were it not for Wally coming up to her and, with gentle hands, brushing her hair over her opposite shoulder so she could see clearly. She blinked in surprise, and looked up at him as he gave her a small smile.

"I can shave the back for you, if you need."

Blaize had a choice to make, then. Her hair was something deeply important to her, and she was certain he knew that... but a small tightness in her chest gave her pause. Was she actually going to let him...?

In what felt like an eternity, but was likely only a few seconds, Blaize nodded quietly as she clicked off the razor and passed it over to him. Wally smiled softly as he took his place behind her, with Blaize facing the mirror, and she carefully tipped her head to the side as she swept her hair over her shoulder again.

"Just... follow the line of the rest of the shave..." she murmured, tensing a bit as the razor began to hum, and she felt it pressing to the side of her head, cleanly buzzing away her overgrown sideshave. Wally could tell she was tense - her whole body was stiff, and he laid a gentle hand on her shoulder as she other shaved the side of her head. He could speed this up, but... something told him to take it slow this time. Gauge her reaction.

"Don't worry, 'm almost done," he said softly, earning a small 'mhm' from her. Blaize's cheeks were flushed a gentle pink, did he know how intimate this was for her...? Should she tell him? Let him believe it to be just helping out a friend...?

She blinked a bit as the razor clicked off, and Wally gladly handed it back to her as, in a flash of lightning, all stray hairs were swept from her shoulders and into a small pile on the sink countertop. "There! That looks good, what do you think?"

Blaize blinked as she looked in the mirror. It was just about the cleanest shave she'd ever had - and she smiled softly, nodding her head. "You did a damn good job, Wally-! Really, thank you - hey, I was gonna order takeout after this, you wanna stick around?"

"You kidding? Hell yeah!"

"Aaand watch my analog horror playlist?"

"...s... sure," he said nervously, an anxious smile drawing up, "But don't blame me if I'm texting you at 3am cuz I can't sleep later!"

"If you say so~" she said with a small chuckle as she trotted on back to the living room, all while trying to ignore how much she already missed the gentle touch of his hands caressing her hair.

[solasan]

Dora + Daredevil's ghost after he dies tragically? 👀

(also, Vanja + Hanako b/c i love trainwrecks)

send me an OC + an alternate love interest for them!

vanja radovic + hanako arasaka:

i'm gonna do this one first bc anon i think u severely underestimated how bad my daredevil brainworms are atm shjsdjkdsjk.

so alright! there's no way vanja and hanako would work well together; vanja just hates arasaka so much for kicking her to the curb and essentially ruining her life like they did, after she worked so hard to claw her way out of the streets. i think also she doesn't think too highly of hanako as a person; thinks she's sorta cowardly, for being so determined not to fight her brother in the beginning, and also kind of expects hanako to stab her in the back as soon as it's convenient for her, since that's the corpo way. on hanako's end i don't think she's too fond of vanja either; she's a catty little shit-talker, and honestly i think hanako thinks she's a little... jumped up, shall we say??? this streetkid trash playing at being a corpo, making life inconvenient for her. maybe some hate sex is on the cards tho??? in which case good for them tbqh

dora penrose + (dead) matt murdock:

the way thinking abt this has consumed my entire day oh my god. alright. OK. so. obviously there's that period post-defenders where everyone thinks matt's dead (and dora kinda goes off the deep end trying to resurrect him, because if the hand can do it, why the fuck can't she?), so that'd probably be the most convenient way to go about killing him off, but i have...... another option.

alright, so. say matt gets his ass kicked at the end of season 1 in the kinda way there isn't any coming back from. say fisk gets in a lucky shot or one of his henchmen fires at him, and matt goes down like a pile of bricks. angry and grieving, foggy makes sure fisk goes away for it, but that doesn't bring matt back, and without daredevil, the streets of hell's kitchen are starting to look a little darker now. enter: the mystic, hell's kitchen's resident medium slash avenging angel, who's getting a little sick of all the ghosts popping up in her city.

matt obviously sticks around haunting the place bc he's incapable of letting new york go, but he can't exactly do his whole..... beating bad guys up thing, being dead and all. but dora can do that for him. idk how exactly they'd meet but probably it would be while she was clearing out some criminal hideout or something, and the moment it becomes clear that she can see him, all bets are off. he starts calling out warnings to her whenever there's someone coming up to fight her that she hasn't noticed, and by the end she's like ok. thanks, dead guy. arent u the devil of hell's kitchen, though??

after that, he kinda starts hanging around her a lot, much to her displeasure, bc there's rly not all that much to do when you're dead, and even if he'd never admit it, he's lonely. he can't figure out why he's still around (is this purgatory? is this his punishment?) but dora at least can see him, maybe answer a few of his questions, even if she's pretty reluctant about it. she mostly ignores him in the beginning, bc she has a life, unlike some people, and she's trying to juggle that and her nighttime activities. matt's stubborn, though, and he has literally all of eternity to bother her, so eventually she caves n starts talking to him. slowly at first, making small talk w him while she makes her morning coffee or bitching to him under her breath about her boss, but eventually, they start having actual conversations. and he irritates her and she irritates him but she's all that he has, and he's the only person who could even come close to understanding her life now that she's a vigilante, so a bond forms between them.

she starts trying to help him figure out how to move on; they spend a lot of nights she's on patrol or fighting tossing ideas back and forth as to what his unfinished business is. he thinks maybe it's something to do w foggy and the argument they had abt daredevil, so dora goes outta her way to get in contact w him, but she can’t exactly explain what’s going on, unless she wants to out herself as the mystic. foggy is very suspicious about this strange lady who he once catches muttering to the air angrily, n he’s not happy abt her intruding on his life. 

n also i think as they start making more progress in their quest to help matt move on, dora realises that she doesn’t want him to go? n actually she quite likes having someone around who knows everything abt her n talks to her n makes her feel less lonely?? and on matt’s end he’s a bit scared about the idea of moving on bc he doesn’t know what the afterlife holds for him n genuinely thinks he might end up going to hell for what he’s done, plus he’s starting to really like dora n her dry humour n the way she understands what’s going on w him, so they both kind of. dance around the revelation that they might be more than friends

idk maybe she starts trying to get into resurrection for him the way she does in my canon??? WHO KNOWS HOW THIS WOULD END i just like thinkin bout it <3333 thank u for this question anon pls feel free to kiss me on the mouth

[spicyizuku]

— "𝙎𝙞𝙩, 𝘽𝙤𝙮!"

pairing: pro hero! sub!bakugou katsuki x dom!reader

genre: smut

summary: bakugou tries to take his anger out on you and accidentally calls you out of your name. You snap and quickly turn the tables.

warnings: smut, humiliation (directed towards bakugou), name calling, the word b*tch (MULTIPLE times), choking, mentions of pet play (kinda), fighting for dominance (kinda)

A/N: hi i wanted to write abt bratty sub bakugou but this actually just turned into an awakening of a humiliation kink and self indulgence 😳 it cuts off right before the actual sex bc i dont know how to write that- but enjoy!!

All week somethings been weighing him down. You know it has to be something from work but he won't tell you anything- it's like he froze you out. There's no eye contact for days. Everyday when he comes home from work he mumbles a quick greeting before disappearing into your bedroom. He's grumpy whenever he comes out for lunch. The insults he never really means start to become more frequent. You've had days like this before- and you knew it was only a certain amount of time before katsuki would need you to force him down.

The lack of conversion only annoys you a bit, but then he also stops doing his chores. The dishes are always piled high in the sink and he's starting to leave clothes everywhere like a fuckin teenager. One day you even found a broken vase on the floor, abandoned. His actions are seriously starting to piss you off.

And you know he's doing some of this on purpose- acting out to receive something that will let him out of his head, something that will finally calm the storm in him. He doesn't know how to ask to be brought down from his high horse. His pride stops him from asking for help. You know Bakugou just needs some time where he doesn't make all the decisions. He needs time where all he has to focus on is listening and being good. So, You try to wait for him to finally come to you, not bringing up his disobedience for days. If he needs something, he should learn to ask.

But the last straw is when he calls you a bitch. It slips out so effortlessly. You can see the regret in his eyes as soon as he says it, but you don't even give him time to apologize.

You immediately have a hand wrapped around his neck as a warning. You force him backwards until you can hear his back thud against the drywall. Your boyfriend's eyes widen in shock, but in less than a second the expression is gone- replaced by an angry snarl and a hand tightly gripping your forearm. He practically growls at you, so your hold gets tighter and you press your knee in between his legs. It gets a barely concealed whine out of him. You love this part of the game; humoring him in a fight you know he's going to lose. He always loses.

"When you act like a dog I'm going to treat you like one." You hiss out, applying pressure with your thigh to make your statement stick. His hold on your arm loosens as you two make eye contact for a second. The tension in the room is thick. You think you finally have him, but his gaze once again returns to the floor.

“You've really been testing my patience this week." You say.

There's a long pause as you wait for him to speak. He still hasn't said a word. It's time for you to switch up your approach- you aren't getting enough of the reaction you want.

“You've been so bad, Katsuki. What happened? You were doing so well for me last week." Cooing, your free hand gently caresses his cheek. The quick change in your demeanor leaves him dizzy. The patronizing tone in your voice and your hand collaring his neck gets him hot; an uncomfortable heat pools in the pit of his stomach: arousal.

“You know you can always tell me what you need, baby boy. Now look at you- destroying my home like some untrained mutt. Is that what you are? A bitch?"

He feels.. embarrassed. Ashamed that he let himself spiral so far without telling you. It makes him squirm, but his movements only make him accidentally rub his arousal on your leg. That in addition to your name calling makes him pant with need. He wants to reach out and touch you, but he knows it'll cause more trouble. He locks his arms behind his back, ignoring the sparking caused by the sweat pooling in his palms.

"Answer me, right now."

“I'm not.." He finally speaks, cheeks getting impossibly hotter as he trails off. Intimidation fills him as he rocks back and forth on his feet. Bakugou's voice is uncharacteristically soft. He never thought he'd have to defend himself like this. No one's ever had the nerve to degrade him. It's always been Katsuki doing the bullying. He secretly doesn't want the humiliation to stop.

He believes it's a secret, that is.

There's something dark in your eyes as you frown at him. It feels like you're looking down on him even though he's taller than you.

"You are what I say you are." My god, He thinks. I sure am.

"You should know by now; only good boys have a say in how they're treated." You pull your hand away from his face. He leans forward, chasing your touch. His eyes are glassy as he slowly tears up. The anger in him dissipated a long time ago- fuck, he can't even remember what he was so worked up for. All he wants is you, your touch. All that's going on in his head is you, you, you- and all you've done is humiliate him a little to put him in his place.

Once he nods at your words you know you've finally got Katsuki where you want him. It'll be easy to meet his every need now that he's not fighting against you. When you're done with him, you'll do aftercare together and then he'll return to his regular, sarcastic self. It's easier for him to talk to you after the high of subspace has faded.

But you're too busy thinking about the future when all Bakugou can think about is you- he's still in the same position, only slightly slumped against the wall. He wants you to let go off his neck just to smash his lips against yours but at the same time he doesn't. Don't let go of him, he could stay like this forever and fuck- when did he start grinding against your leg? He doesn't remember- but he just can't stop.

You pull your leg away.

"No- please..." Bakugou cries out, his only relief being taken away from him. You make a face of disgust towards him and he almost sobs, getting impossibly harder. He needs more.

"Poor baby.. look at you, crying all over yourself. And you're getting off on this, aren't you?" Your hold on him loosened over time. His head falls forward, hair covering up his face as he nods jerkily in response.

"Disgusting. Like a mutt in heat-" Your words cloud his head and he moans softly at them. You finally let go of his neck and he buries his face into yours, fat tears roll down his face because of the humiliation and lack of stimulation.

You shove your hand down his pants and run it along the waistband of his briefs, your other hand running up and down his back before finally making its way up to his hair. "Are you finally going to tell me what you need? Hm? Like a good boy?" He jolts as you snap the band against his skin.

“Yes! Please- I'll.. I'll be good. I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry." he cries. You pet your boyfriend's hair in reply before letting go to guide him to your shared bedroom.

“There’s my baby- c’mon, let me make you feel good.” You give him a genuine smile. His cheeks heat up and he's restless, the mix of praise and degradation is doing things for him. He's still sniffling like a baby.

You follow behind him as he practically runs, rushing to pull his shirt off over his head simultaneously. You walk slower just to tease him.

“Who's the bitch now?"

Ahhh thank u for reading!! If you have feedback I'd love to hear it ❤️ requests are open n i hope u have a good day bestie

[lovestrucked-again]

Planes Pt2 - Shawn Mendes

Summary: Unaware of who the handsome boy seated next to you is, the two of you start talking…

A/N: So thankful for all the positive feedback. I didnt know it’d be such a hit but I’m so excited. Hope you like it. 

 Part 1, Part 3

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Fuck my parents would kill me if I bought a guy home. How is he actually going to stay at mine? You thought to yourself as something else dawned on you.

"I u-um live in a sharehouse with a few others." 

"Oh," he realises, looking down awkwardly, "I guess that's a no?" 

"I mean you can if you want to, but you'd have to share a room with me…" An uncomfortable silence settles over. Your eyes glancing around everywhere while trying to avoid the gazes of others that passed by. You shifted from one foot to another, your hand playing with the bracelet on your wrist. 

"If it's too much of a hassle that's okay, I can stay at the airport for the night and wait for my manager." He says, breaking the silence. Shawn knew that this was definitely overstepping his boundaries as a stranger but his manager had booked the hotel for the wrong night and he didn't have any relatives or friends in LA. He had slept in an airport before but today he was alone with no security. You looked around again at the sleeping figures, awkwardly laying on the seats, almost falling. You didn't like the idea of him sleeping in the airport for the night. 

"I think it'd be uncomfortable if you stayed here," you started as you turned back around to face him. He gives you a smile that just seems so sweet with a small amount of shyness as his one dimple crinkles. 

"Thanks Y/N, I owe you one," And he grabs your hand as he says this, intertwining your fingers again as you start walking over to the luggage collection area.

"Yeah, you do." 

_____

The driver gets out the car, shuts his door and looks at his passengers. His eyes widen in recognition. Shawn, who's standing a little behind you, quickly places a hand to his lips, signalling to stay quiet. The driver understands immediately as he walks over to grab the luggage and says good morning. 

"Good morning," You reply as Shawn opens the back door to the taxi for you to go in first. You quickly thank him and chuck your small backpack in before hopping in. 

"I'll be right back," Shawn shuts the door and walks to the trunk to help the driver with the luggage. You hear him laugh and the driver talking but it's too hard to make out the exact words of the conversation. 

You two took the taxi home, hands still linked the entire way. The taxi driver was an older man who was a local in LA. You learnt of his 2 daughters who were also living in LA, studying in the arts area. The driver continued making small talk with you and Shawn in the back seats to which Shawn did most of the talking. The majority of the time you were staring out at the window. The streets were still busy regardless of the time, filled with people roaming and cars honking. The driver continued pointing out famous landmarks and must-dos to Shawn. _________

Unlocking the door to your room, you pushed it open quickly and then pulled it back to a peek almost immediately. From the quick open and shut, Shawn and you saw the state your room was in. It was a mess from the last minute packing you did a few days ago. It looked like a drunken cyclone had hit near your closet. Clothes were strewed everywhere, the unmade bed was piled with notebooks, textbooks, pens and stuffed toys. Your calculator had dropped on a pile of clothes on the floor with its batteries scattered around. You internally screamed at the mess and at what he was seeing. 

You turned to look at him, not realising he stood directly behind you and accidentally bumped into him. You could feel the heat growing in your cheeks. You were extremely embarrassed by your untidy room and there was nowhere to hide.

"Shawn, do you mind waiting at the door for a sec? I've just got to quickly clean up some things," You whisper, not looking up at his eyes. 

"Oh, yeah sure." He says, running his hands through his hair awkwardly before placing his guitar case down beside him. He steps back from the door frame and pretends to look busy on his phone as you close the door but not completely. You quickly look for the laundry basket hiding somewhere in the room. Pulling the basket out from the corner of your room, you quickly scoop up piles of clothing from the floor and dump them in. You grab as many books as you can hold and mumble a swear as a textbook drops from your hands. Shawn chuckles to himself as he hears a loud thump and your cursing. A few minutes pass and you feel the room is now presentable. 

"You can come in." You huffed, slightly out of breath as you open the door to let him in. "I u-uh don't have a couch or anything and I only have a king single.." you drift off, slightly confused at where you're leading this conversation. Completely amused by your stuttering state he suppresses a laugh as quietly as he can. 

"It's okay, I don't mind taking the floor." He says as he grabs a blanket from the bottom of the bed, "I'm thankful already not to be sleeping amongst the sound of plane engines." He finishes.

"Are you sure? I don't have anything important tomorrow so like I can sleep all of tomorrow if I want," you begin to ramble, feeling guilty about the situation. 

"It's okay, really, I don't mind the floor. I sleep pretty much anywhere and everywhere when I work." Shawn grabs his bags and guitar from the corridor and brings them in your room, placing them in a corner. You shuffle over to your closet quickly searching for something to wear to sleep. Shawn does the same, flipping through his bag. He turns around to check if you're looking but he sees you rummaging through your closet. He doesn't bother saying anything as he quickly slips off his current shirt and chucks on a new one. 

You grab your clothes and excuse yourself to the bathroom, silently stepping out. The adrenaline of sneaking in a boy to your room was exhilarating. Especially since you had a crush growing on him. Your parents were strict on you and this would never have been allowed if they knew. You search for your toothbrush and swiftly finish your bedtime routine before taking a deep breath and brushing your hair quickly. 

When you walk back into your room, Shawn's changed into a pair of shorts and his laid out the blanket on the floor. You were lucky that all the blankets you owned were somewhat thicker than average.

"Cute PJs," he comments, looking at your pink baggy shirt and avocado shorts. 

"Thanks, it was a gift." You reply, shutting the room light and walking over to your bed, pulling the sheets back. 

"So you play guitar?" you ask, staring at the ceiling in the dark.

"Yeah I do." 

"Are you any good?" 

"I'd like to say so." He laughs, turning around to face you. You roll over to your side and look down making eye contact with him. "I'd play something for you now but it might wake your housemates." 

"Ah yeah, that's true," You were slightly guttered that you wouldn't be able to hear him play. Shawn sits up and turns to his other side and starts rummaging through his backpack. "How about I give you this," he pulls out a piece of paper and lanyard. 

"What is it?" you ask, sitting up on the bed and opening the bed lamp. 

"I have a small concert tomorrow evening, you should come." He says, handing it to you. You look at the ticket, Shawn Mendes World Tour. Mendes? That's his last name. You had been wondering what his full name was to stalk him on Facebook or Instagram. 

"I'd love to." You say, heart almost bursting internally. He chuckles and lies back down on the blanket bed. You place the items on the bedside table and shut the light. You were about to ask how many people were going as you reflect on the words World Tour but Shawn lets out a small yawn and breathes out deeply. You decide it's probably better to ask tomorrow. 

"Goodnight Y/N." 

"Night Shawn."

When you wake up in the morning you see that there's no one in the room. The sheets are neatly folded on your chair and notes beside you. You sit up, leaning against your bedframe as you read it. I didn't want to wake you when I left. When you come to the concert just go straight to the entrance. I've told my manager you're coming already. Shawn X. ______________

"OMG, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE SHAWN!" 

"THIS IS THE MOST EXCITING THING IN MY LIFE!" You hear all these people screaming things here and there, occasionally hearing Shawn's name. Completely confused by the situation, you wonder if you were in the wrong place.

Why's there so many people? Holy crap are they all here for Shawn? You began to think, trying to get to the entrance. There were dozens of rows of people standing and sitting in a line. You felt sort of guilty for just walking straight past them as they gave you dirty looks but Shawn had told you to go directly to the entrance when you arrived. You approached the security guard who was standing out the door. He barely looked at you before telling you to cue in line. 

"Excuse me, u-uh Shawn gave me this." You said, showing him the lanyard. 

He grabbed it from you and flipped it back and forth a few times before looking at you. He grabbed a walkie talkie from his belt and asked for confirmation from the security head and nodded. You see another security person inside the building open the door for you. 

"Miss Y/N?" he asks. You nod and he gestures for you to follow him. He takes you through the empty building, leading you to a stairwell. You're led down a flight of stairs and into a busy corridor where you see people with headsets and mics talking. The security guard leads you past them and stops in front of a door. 

You begin to feel a little excited to see Shawn as he knocks on the door. The guard moves aside and you open the door. Shawn's sitting on a highchair, guitar over his body as his strumming a few chords, humming to himself. 

"Are those people all waiting for you?" You say immediately as you see him. He looks up from his guitar and a smile beams upon his face as he sees you.

"Hi Y/N, how was your day?" He gets up from his seat and places the guitar down on its stand before walking over to you. He's wearing a simple dark blue button-up shirt and denim jeans. 

"Oh, it was good thanks." You reply as he greets you with a hug. He steps back and grabs your hands in his. 

"Can you meet me back here when the concert finishes? Just show security your lanyard and they'll take you." Your completely mesmerised by him at this moment and you can only nod in response. 

"Shawn! 10 minutes to stage!" Someone yells, banging on the door. 

"I gotta go now but come watch me. You'll be amazed by my skills. I promise." He smiles, a small smirk playing on his lips. He squeezes your hands a little before he grabs his guitar and walks out. 

You're completely dumbfounded at what was happening. You look at the ticket he had given you. It was a seat in the first few rows. Feeling the suspense kick in and hearing the screams outside, you walk out of the room to find the stage. The security guard who had directed you inside offers to show you the way back out and to the main arena. He leads you through the back and opens the door to the seats where it's almost pitch black. The noise in the arena was almost deafening as you hear only screams echoing. There are lights that illuminate against the aisles of the seats and you find your row in section B. 

Hearing the screams intensify suddenly as you take your seat, you look around and see a massive projector screen is being reeled down on stage. A short video plays and you see Shawn pop up on the screen. You completely drain out all the sounds and focus only on the images showing. And it ends with a sudden blank. 

"All it'd take is one flight, We'd be in the same time zone." And Shawn reveals himself as the projector goes up. 

Well fuck. You thought. 

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[iishmael]

Heyyyyyy babe, did you see what Lewis likes on ig? if you don't just go check on @tillykeeper_zackfan... what do u think about it? thanks babe! Xx

Okay I know this is probably a mistake but I’ll say my opinion now. I don’t want to offend anyone, I’m not looking for a fight but this is just the way I see things. I completely understand if you’re not interested in my opinion since you can probably deduct from my url who my favourite driver is. That’s why I put everything under a cut. If you don’t want to hear the 9834539485th person today lamenting about the entire drama, please just scroll on and have a nice evening. 

Cheers!

This is the post anon is talking about: 

I like to say stuff like “if it were Lewis” as well, but it isn’t. It’s Seb. And he just got away from purposely hitting another car out of revenge at a slow speed. This is not a racing incident, this is not “strategy driving” (like slowing down on purpose, blocking others, changing the line two or three times and blocking someone from overtaking like this, stopping in the pitlane, purposely driving into a wall so another car cannot finish their qualy lap…) it’s just. Aggression. 

It has been established multiple times now that Lewis was completely innocent in this incident. Fact Number 1. We all have seen the post-race footage where Seb denied several times that he did anthing wrong. Fact Number 2. 

I don’t care about the points, I don’t care about “what children might take away from this” (I hope very much they don’t take any driving ideas from formula 1 drivers cause I don’t wanna have my future kids doing donuts in my fucking backyard.), I don’t care that it was “against” Lewis. 

It was completely out of line. Every scenario you could imagine something like this to happen, in every one, it’s wrong and gets heavily penalized. [source]

in football? A red card will be shown to a player who has committed a serious offense such as violent conduct […]

in handball?  A red card indicates a disqualification of a player who has committed an offense such as unsportsmanlike conduct, serious foul play […]

in some forms of rugby? Red cards are normally issued for serious offenses […]

I could go on, but the result is: Following the moral code of a lot of other sports he would have been immediately disqualified. 

The thing is: shit happens. Everyone fucks up. He’s not a bad person or bad driver just because he did a really stupid thing. It’s not the end of the world. 

What bugs me about how this got handled is a) the fact that seriously a lot of people wanted Lewis to get a penalty as well when he did literally nothing wrong. b) Seb’s reaction after the race. That was the second incident of unsportsmanlike behaviour in a very short time. I don’t even care about the Charlie Whiting-Mexico thing, it’s bullshit to drag this in here. c) y’all know that if this would happen in normal road traffic you’d never get away with an apology and community service. That’s literally what a boy in my school got for buying alcohol when he was still underage. 

Now “Sebastian Vettel admitted full responsibility.” [source], you say. He tried to apologize and Lewis is acting like a dick because he doesn’t accept it. I personally think that the post on instagram by @tillykeeper_zackfan is too much. Sure, Lewis could smooth over this and let it go, maybe that’s the “mature” and polite thing to do. Sure, maybe he’s acting like a bitch. But you know, when someone rammed into MY car on purpose, believe me, I wouldn’t accept a written apology (no offense, but we all know that Seb didn’t write that on his own) by the person who hit me after they denied everything for as long as possible. 

It is only the fact that Seb got threatened with the tribunal that he apologized. This is not meant as hate, it’s just a fact. If he was honestly sorry he’d already have apologized after the race. He could have spoken to the journalists, no need for Lewis to take his call. But he didn’t. In my opinion, the way Seb acted is not “genuinely apologizing” and this means, he’d do it again because he still thinks he was right.  

In my opinion having a driver on the feel who could hit anyone anytime is a danger. I’m not saying Seb is the new Maldonado (whom I didn’t like for basically exact the same reasons btw) but I’m saying Seb has a flaring temper. He’s acting out of line and he never gets told to step down. 

In my opinion a decent penalty would have shown Seb that he has to change his ways. Does anyone remember the start drama with Romain (who I don’t like as well for the same reasons)? I’m not reliable about earlier f1 history, that’s why I choose this incident as an example, since I can understand if people don’t like my comparison to other sports. 

The stewards regard this incident as an extremely serious breach of the regulations, which had the potential to cause injury to others. […] The stewards note [that] the team conceded the action was an extremely serious mistake and an error of judgement. [source]

Romain got a one race-ban for causing a pile-up at the start. I don’t want to judge how much he learned from this incident but he ended up on the podium in the next season. 

What I want to achieve with this comparison is that Romain didn’t cause another multi-car pile-up again. He’s still a “first lap nutcase”, to quote Mark Webber, in my eyes, but I don’t think it’s actually dangerous to have him drive a f1 car. I personally think that the sterwards’ statement could easily fit to the Seb/Lewis situation as well.

That’s why I think they should have disqualified him from Baku retroactively. A clean cut, like a red card, that’s it. Life goes on. I’m not saying he had a clean record before (e.g. Mexico) but this is way more serious than Charlie Whiting getting butthurt. I know I’m probably alone with this opinion and I shouldn’t roll up all the drama again, but I’m actually thankful that you asked because I could write it all down and clear my head. 

I hope we will see fair racing in Austria this weekend.