#im so sorry for doubting literally everyone

[ratthivolt]

ayo look who at the pride parade

[crossbackpoke-check]

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[moonlit-orchid]

When your friend needs you to be there to comfort them, but you have no energy for serious conversations and so you're stuck wondering if youre being a selfish asshole or if youre justified in not wanting to be the one to sort their problems out

[clownattack]

I aced my thesis defence with merits and I WILL TELL EVERYONE ABOUT IT (once i had my little rest) tm

[they-hermes]

i love him lots but in my vers hot spot is shit at his job lmao. he's been a soldier for so long he doesn’t know how to be a firefighter. he's spent so long taking lives he doesn't know how to save one.

hes got a massive hero complex which is why he took optimus offer, hes a great general and leader! but not a good firetruck

[our-lady-of-mcr]

everytime i think im done ranting i remember something else LMFAO this one is extra long i hit tag limit god mf damn

[eosofspades]

Question for you, on the subject of SPOP ships: would you have been okay with Glitradora (essentially the poly trio) being a thing, had Nate Stevenson decided he wanted to go that direction? I'm just curious as someone who loved how the Catradora arc was done in the show.

(And for the record, I understand your indifference towards both Korrasami and CaitVi--the latter will need some more seasons in the oven to really flourish, while the former is severely hampered by the constant executive interference Nickelodeon pulled on LOK during its original run.)

if glitradora were made canon i would have eaten my own face (/pos) my god the CONCEPT,,, the DRAMA,,, the DYNAMICS,,,,, that would have been my roman empire actually

also agree w everything you say here indifference is a great word for it. caitvi i actually see the potential in them i don't dislike the pairing it just rlly isn't compelling to me. i actually felt a little,,, weird about it? it felt like it came out of nowhere to me?? which i know isn't true but something about it just strikes me as Rushed idk (vi is still one of my favorite characters though)

as for korrasami i lowkey feel bad hating on it bc i KNOW how much the network screwed over the writers about it, but like,,, man i don't even see the potential in this one ahgakjsdas. i will admit though a big part of this is just the general writing of tlok i felt wasn't great so the character dynamics seem sorta weak to me. i AM glad for what they did for representation in kids' cartoons though and i'm glad ppl are having a good time shipping them. the fanart is gorgeous also

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Also please please be mindful of people around you in GA!!!! I know there's so many people there it's gonna be really really hard to control but please don't crowd people too much or push or trample!!! Everyone has to help keep everyone safe in giant crowds like this please don't risk yourself or others just to try to get a little closer to the stage 💕💕

[grellestie]

i love having like three projects all at once. i am NORMAL

[rafecameronsslut4ever]

CASUAL pt.2— lando norris (angst)

pairing; fem!reader x lando norris summary: it took lando too long to realise it wasn't just 'casual'. warnings: a LOT of angst, toxic relationship, sexual implication, not proofread a/n: casual part 2 was not really a part of the plan but the audience had demands 🦧also i think this was too long lmao. AND IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG DELAY OMG

part 1 - casual

miami grand prix: the biggest pr nightmare for every driver—especially lando norris.

the media had been all over him that weekend, going to the lengths of literally calling him 'the hottest catch on the single market'. hollywood stars and instagram models were so desperate to marry him and have his kids that they didn't catch on the fact that he was a 23-year-old racing driver who couldn't give a fuck about them.

because he was stuck on you.

for weeks, he'd waited—hoping you’d reach out, or at the very least, watch his instagram stories. he posted shirtless photos, sun-kissed photos—hell, he even threw out a thirst trap just for you. But you didn’t take the bait. you didn't take the fucking bait.

you hadn't texted him or spoken to him since the moment you walked out of that hotel room weeks ago, so he didn't try to reach out either. "would've been a blow to my ego," he'd told sainz.

but now, he didn't give a shit about his ego. he was tired of waiting.

his eyes darted across the packed club, friends and guests scattered all around. he couldn't wait to get out of there.

he hadn't been drinking. didn't really feel like it. truth be told, he hadn’t been feeling much of anything at all.

pool parties, clubs, yachts, champagne and girls.

he was tired of the glitz and glam of his life, and you were the only escape from it.

but you were gone.

his mind wandered to that morning, when you had kissed him and the two of you had ordered room service. when he had held you for the last time.

he hated how the only thing on his mind was you. how it was the only thing on his mind all through the celebrations, as hookers danced around him and people tried to pour drinks into his mouth.

for fuck's sake, he had won a grand prix for the first time in his life, and yet he was unhappy.

how did he get here?

he looked up, eyes falling on a group of men in the VIP section, the lights illuminating their faces.

everyone could tell something was off with lando. he didn't want to do any of this.

all he wanted was you. you, you, you.

the girl who had left without an explanation.

why had you left, anyway? no calls, no texts. your friends avoided him, and you avoided his friends. it was like the two of you were nothing.

lando norris was many things, but he was not a fool. he could recognise when something was wrong, or when a situation had escalated beyond his control.

he knew that there was a reason why you left, but the reason never clicked in that thick brain of his. what had he done wrong? where had he gone wrong?

"i'm not feeling too well, mate." he muttered, handing the beer bottle back to the guy standing next to him.

okay, maybe not admitting his feelings for you had fucked things up. but, what could you expect? he didn't have the time to give you what you deserved.

not right now, at least.

"what are you waiting for, then?" the other man asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"what?"

"just call her, bro. i know it's about a girl because there's no way any sane man would say no to expensive beers and a million hot hookers."

did lando even know this man? probably not.

"i can't call her. she doesn't want to talk to me. trust me, i've tried."

"have you?"

he didn't know how to deal with rejection. not like this, not with you. you weren't supposed to leave.

"judging by your sulkiness, i doubt you're going to find a girl like her again. and you'll never have her if you're here."

lando didn't have a heart of stone, as much as his social media persona might suggest. he didn't care for any of this. the women, the money, the fame.

he wanted to hold you again. kiss you, tell you he loves you. he wanted to hold your hand. he wanted to be near you, and only you.

so, when his feet hit the floor and he found himself walking towards the exit, he wasn't surprised.

yeah, it was foolish of him to leave a party full of women who were celebrating him (literally) for a girl who had ghosted him, but the need was stronger than his pride.

out of the yacht, he was dialling the only number he'd ever memorised. the phone rang, and then it rang again.

would she be wearing his clothes, or would she have gotten rid of everything related to him?

maybe she'd found another man, finally realising that lando was a bad investment.

as the phone rang, you were hidden in your apartment with blankets wrapped around you and a youtube video playing in the background.

it had been months since you'd heard the word 'casual' leave his mouth. months since you had fled london and monaco to move to miami.

at first, his words had echoed in your mind constantly, and you'd cried yourself to sleep a few times more than you'd like to admit.

but just like every heartbroken poet in history, the hurt faded and the pain slowly morphed into hatred. and anger.

you wanted to slam your head against a wall. scratch that, you wanted to slam his head against a wall.

it was so stupid, and you hated yourself for believing he'd been genuine.

it was just sex. that's all it ever was. it truly was just casual.

the phone was still ringing. your finger hesitated over the answer button. you weren't going to answer it.

it wasn't worth it. you didn't want to hear his voice. didn't want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that his words had hurt you. you didn't want to know if he was sleeping around, if his girlfriends were prettier than you.

so the line went dead.

lando stood by the harbour, watching as yachts and ships sailed past him. the air was humid and his t-shirt clung to his body, the heat almost unbearable. the sound of waves, the distant laughter and music, and the sound of his ragged breaths.

he ran his fingers through his hair, looking around. where was his car?

he had to find his way back to his hotel. he was a mess, and his clothes were sticking to his skin. he needed to fix his appearance, buy a bouquet a flowers.

he checked the time on his watch, and cursed as he saw the numbers. it was almost 3 am. he wouldn't find flowers anywhere at 3 am.

"fuck it." he said, running over to his car. the drive was quiet, save for the low hum of music and his occasional swearing when someone drove a little bit slower than he'd like.

lando norris had the world on his fingertips. he could have any girl he wanted. anyone, really. but he only wanted you. he was a hopeless romantic, and you were his muse.

when he pulled up outside the apartment, his nerves were going haywire. he ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath before getting out of the car.

he knocked twice on the door and when it opened, his eyes lit up.

you stared back at him, sleepiness in your eyes and confusion etched on your face.

and god, did you look gorgeous.

he loved you, he realised. he had to cross his hands behind his back to stop them from reaching out and holding you close.

"lando?" you breathed out.

he had grown a slight stubble since you last saw him. his hair were still the same, except a little bit longer. his blue eyes were wide as he looked at you.

"hey," his voice was shaky.

"what the fuck are you doing here?"

he wanted to say so many things. ask you why you left, where it went wrong, why you moved to miami. he wanted to declare his love for you, press his lips to yours, hold you by the waist. he wanted to hear you say that you loved him too.

he was so in love with you, and you had no idea.

"lando? why are you here?" you asked again.

he was at a loss of words. what could he say? he couldn't exactly just stand there and say nothing.

"because," his voice cracked, "i miss you."

your throat went dry. he could not just say that.

it had been weeks. weeks of him not contacting you, weeks of you not speaking to him. the phone calls had stopped, the text messages had stopped, the late night chats had stopped. everything was just gone.

and now, he missed you?

tears welled up in your eyes, a lump forming in your throat. you shook your head, pushing back the tears, "go away."

"what? no, wait. wait. don't do this." he pleaded, his voice fragile and desperate, like a child trying to avoid bedtime.

"lando-"

he interrupted you, voice louder than before. "can we please talk about this?"

"what is there to talk about?" you were raising your voice. you hated him. how could he act like this after all that happened?

"everything. just—please, can i come in?" he sounded so pathetic. he felt so pathetic. his hands were slightly hovering over the door, ready to push it open and walk in.

the request took you by surprise. "i-no."

you missed him. there was no denying that.

you wanted him to tell you it was okay. wanted to go back to that night in his mclaren, the night he told you he liked you. wanted the weekends spent in london with his family. you wanted him, all of him.

his curly hair wrapped around your fingers, blue eyes staring at you, soft lips kissing you. his cold hands grabbing yours, and his voice saying your name. you wanted it to not be casual.

"i just want to talk to you."

he was drunk. there was no other way he would've showed up here, let alone begged to talk to you. the fact that he needed to be drunk to have this conversation made your blood boil.

"do you still have my jacket?"

of course, you still had his stupid jacket. the one that had his smell embedded into the fabric. it was an exclusive print mclaren had given him, and he had swung it around your shoulders after the night you had first made love to each other.

but he didn't care about the jacket, and neither did you. it was just a reminder.

you were silent for a while, taking in the sight of each other. it was his breath mingling with yours.

"i love you." he whispered.

your breath hitched in your throat, the tears finally falling out of your eyes as you sighed.

"i love you," he repeated to himself. "yes, i do. and i've known that since the day i met you."

you choked back sobs as you shook your head, "you're drunk, lando."

"i'm not," he chuckled, "maybe a little, but not enough."

then, he added, "i mean it. i love you." his voice was steady. he truly meant every word. but he didn't know what would happen now.

"what do you want me to say, lando?"

he sighed, "anything."

you laughed bitterly. anything, he said.

anything would've been better than what had happened.

"i don't think i can do this, lando."

"we can take it slow."

"you've never done slow."

he fell silent again because you were right. he'd never done slow. he didn't know how to take things slow. he was a fucking formula 1 driver, after all. slow wasn't something he did. he'd always lived life like it was the last day. and that's how he had lost you.

"i'm sorry," he began, his voice breaking. "i should've been a better person. i'm sorry for everything i did. i should've given you more, i-i should've loved you more, because you deserve so much more. i'm so, so, sorry."

"lando," you whispered, "it's not—"

"don't make excuses for me, please. i love you, i really do. and if i have to spend the rest of my life proving that, i will." and he meant every word. "i just want you back."

your mind was racing, a million thoughts running through it. it was like a movie. his blue eyes, his voice, the desperation in his tone, the way he stood before you.

"okay," you muttered.

"wait, okay? does that mean—"

"you're gonna have to work for this," you said.

"i know, and i will. i promise."

you sighed, rubbing your temple. this wasn't a good idea. "get in."

lando's face lit up, and before you could change your mind, he had walked into the apartment. he hadn't really been here before, considering you moved here after the two of you had stopped talking. but the apartment was lovely, homely. everything you.

you closed the door behind him, watching him look around the living room.

"how'd you know where i live?"

he chuckled, turning to face you. "i'm a famous driver. i have my sources."

"i'm sure." a tense silence followed, neither of you knowing what to say.

"i'm not letting this happen again," he blurted, "i'm not. i don't know how, but i won't."

"i don't believe you." you scoffed.

"fuck, baby, what do i have to do for you to believe me?" he stepped towards you, closing the distance.

"stop calling me that."

"you are my baby." he tried to joke.

"lando, i'm not joking."

"i'm serious too," his voice was sincere, "i love you, and i'll do whatever it takes for you to believe me."

you had been through a lot together. the highs, the lows. you had seen him at his best, and at his worst. the good and the bad.

he moved closer, reaching a hand out to hold yours. you didn't know why, but the moment his hand touched yours, it was like a switch had flipped inside of you.

you let his hand wander over yours like a ghost, his calloused fingertips tracing over your knuckles. he intertwined your fingers together, eyes casted down.

"i've never cared about anyone the way i care about you." he admitted in a soft voice.

and then he pressed his lips to yours. his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

and god, did he taste the same. lando had a way with his lips. it was a talent. he kissed you like he needed your lips to survive. he was desperate for your touch as if he had been starving without it.

you were so lost in the feeling that you hadn't realised how far you had pushed him until the back of his knees hit the couch, and he fell on top of it.

his eyes were wide, mouth hanging open. his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, exposing his chest and toned abs.

the two of you stared at each other, eyes searching the other's.

"i love you." he murmured for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

maybe it was the way his blue eyes bore into yours, or the way his lips quivered, or maybe it was the fact that he had driven across the city to say this.

but for the first time that night, you believed him. and suddenly, the anger was gone. it was all gone.

"i love you, too." you whispered.

it was the only thing the two of you needed. the confirmation, the reassurance. the love.

you leaned down and connected your lips once more, hand reaching up to his curls and tugging lightly. he moaned into the kiss, pulling you on top of him.

your tongue entered his mouth, the taste of him making you lightheaded. his hands roamed over your body, the feeling of his skin against yours.

"baby," he whispered between kisses, "i want you so bad. i've waited so long."

his lips trailed along your jaw and down your neck, sucking marks into the sensitive skin.

"i want you," he murmured against the crook of your neck, "so fucking bad."

but he pulled away, flipping the two of you over so he was on top of you. he took off his shirt, and rested his head on your chest. he cleared his throat, "i should've asked this question earlier, but are you single?"

"yeah." you chuckled, running a hand through his curls.

"so, can i be your boyfriend?"

"lando norris," you hummed, "did you finally get the guts to ask me out?"

"yes," he smiled, lifting his head up to look at you, "yes, i did. will you be my girlfriend?"

"you're a dork."

"that's not an answer."

"yes," you laughed, "yes, i'll be your girlfriend."

lando grinned, and you grinned back.

yeah, it wasn't casual anymore.

(u guys im so sorry if i've tagged someone who doesnt want to be tagged i just had no idea how to let non-followers know part 2 is out bcs tumblr is not letting me reply to comments😭if anyone wants their tag removed, feel free to dm me!! i hope u liked this) @oscarpiassrri @meglouise00 @f1fantasys @technicallypleasanttree @ggaslyp1 @obxstiles @nataliambc @prudyhoo @idkwtdwml123 @ushygushybaby @emilyroxy @yootvi @fishingarden @pillowprincess4him @herexpertcollector

[captainshyguy]

its because theyre the closest thing the fandom has to twinks and fandoms explode if they cant ship two little skinny guys or something

I finished Super Paper Mario earlier today for the first time after 16 years of owning and adoring the game and

I have a question for any Limentio / Dimigi shippers out there.

Why

[https-milo]

PLEASEEEEE!!! BAKUGO DATING INSTAGRAM!!! PLEASSEEEEEEE🙏🏻🙏🏻

I HEAR YOUUUUUUUUU!!! tysm for the request :DD

DATING KATSUKI BAKUGO INSTAGRAM!

details!

instagram posts w/ comments while dating Katsuki Bakugo!

a/n OBVIOUSLY these are just pictures off of pinterest, reader can be however you imagine!

ooc bakugo (i choose joy and whimsy)

main m. list / instagram m. list

fairy.y/n · 15w ⭐ close friends

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fairy.y/n me balling my eyes out cause my boyfriend cheated on me again :( (he said he'd stop after the last time I caught him.)

pinkie alright! murder party at Y/n-chan's bfs!! fairy.y/n pinkie its okay :( no need to murder him

izudeku im so sorry, Y/n. i hope you're okay and please let me know if you need anything fairy.y/n izudeku thank you, izuku :)

dynamight yeah you aint gonna hold me back from beating his ass this time. fairy.y/n dynamight katsss no. its okay, seriously dynamight fairy.y/n no idiot its not okay cuz he's cheated on your stupid ass 4 fucking times and you keep going back to him. every time you tell me not to beat the shit outta him but that bitch deserves it. fairy.y/n dynamight I know, I know but its so hard to leave him :( I don't get why he doesn't love me dynamight fairy.y/n you're such a dumbass. you need so much better than that sorry excuse of a boy. fairy.y/n dynamight idk if there is anyone better :(

fairy.y/n · 13w ⭐ close friends

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fairy.y/n bf broke up with me, but luckily kats was able to distract me from feeling too bad <3 who needs cheaters anyways?!?!

dynamight making me look soft and for what... I'll kill you bastard fairy.y/n dynamight hmm somehow I doubt that. dynamight fairy.y/n lets go rn. fairy.y/n dynamight its past your bedtime :// fairy.y/n fairy.y/n WAIT IS THAT YOU STOMPING DOWN THE HALL????? fairy.y/n fairy.y/n KATS I WAS KIDDING. PLEASE!!!

pinkie bakugo having a heart was not on my bingo list urvaity.ou pinkie i think y/n-chan is an exception to his "GRRRR I HATE EVERYONE DIE BASTARDS!" you know? pinkie uravity.ou ugh ikkk you should see them in the gc 🤢🤢🤢 fairy.y/n pinkie we're literally normal in the gc :[ pinkie fairy.y/n hmmmmm I don't think so!! i sense a lot of flirting dynamight pinkie I'll fucking kill you fairy.y/n dynamight you're literally making me popcorn rn... you're not killing anyone dynamight fairy.y/n I hope you choke on a kernel.

dynamight · 12w

1.6k likes Liked by fairy.y/n, redriot, pinkie, serophane, izudeku

dynamight dumbass made me post this or wtv.

Tagged: fairy.y/n

fairy.y/n guys i literally WIPED the floor with him! redriot fairy.y/n didn't he punch you through a wall... fairy.y/n redriot next question, please!! :DD dynamight redriot her quirk stopped her from going through it. redriot dynamight uh yeah but the wall still cracked fairy.y/n redriot NEXT. QUESTION.

pinkie "im going to murder you!!" x "nuh uh." fairy.y/n pinkie I think these are direct quotes, actually

yourexboyfriend bro why the hell are you hanging out with her 😭😭 did the little loser need a guard dog after I broke her heart? 🥺 dynamight yourexboyfriend meet me outside rn. you're abouta need a guard dog after running your mouth like that 🫵🤣 fairy.y/n dynamight kats srsly don't worry ab it. I don't want you getting in trouble defending me dynamight fairy.y/n I wanna tho. yourexboyfriend omw to your dorm building rn, don't bother running.

fairy.y/n · 12w ⭐ close friends

20 likes Liked by dynamight, redriot, pinkie, denkami, jiroka

fairy.y/n his dumbass got bruised knuckles for beating up trash :(

pinkie whooo? 👀 uravity.ou pinkie i think you know...

dynamight the other guy looks way worse. fucking pos couldn't even land a hit on me. fairy.y/n dynamight well he's in the management course... I don't think they go over fighting tactics over there dynamight fairy.y/n whatever. it doesn't matter. either way, I wasn't gonna let him fw my girl like that. fairy.y/n dynamight YOUR GIRL??? pinkie dynamight YOUR GIRL????????? uravity.ou dynamight YOUR GIRL???? izudeku dynamight YOUR GIRL? jiroka dynamight YOUR GIRL??? dynamight OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU DAMN EXTRAS. I GET IT. STFU. fairy.y/n dynamight come to my dorm 😁😁 dynamight fairy.y/n ...omw.

redriot so manly...

dynamight · 10w

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dynamight took her dumbass out on a date and she repays me by kicking my back.

fairy.y/n I DO NOT WANNA HEAR ITTTTT!! YOU LITERALLY TURNED AROUND AND PUSHED ME AFTERWARD 🖕🖕🖕 dynamight y/n.fairy yapyapyap fairy.y/n dynamight YOU INITIATED A FIGHT WITH ME AND A PRO HAD TO SEPARATE US. dynamight fairy.y/n I wasn't gonna actually hurt you fairy.y/n dynamight I know baby!! your love language is play fighting >:D there's defo a difference when you "fight" me and when you fight someone else dynamight fairy.y/n stfu. come cook some food with me. fairy.y/n dynamight comingggg (*cough* quality time *cough*)

pinkie they match each other's violent freak <3 fairy.y/n pinkie sometimes I'm overcome with so much joy I cant help but to punch him =^-^= dynnamight pinkie fuck off raccoon eyes.

serophane ayyyyy gg bakugo denkami serophane bakugo with the angry rizz 🙏🙏 dynamight denkami ill kill you both.

uravity.ou you better treat the loml right 😤😤 fairy.y/n uravity.ou dw ocha no man shall ever walk over me again 😤😤 (but I'm not at all worried with Kats) uravity.ou fairy.y/n AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

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7 minutes in heaven with… Hyunjin?! ~pt 2~

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18+ | fluff/smut | wc : 5.5k

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what the actual fuck?

you thought. Hyunjin had flipped your world upside down, and it only took well, 7 minutes.. give or take.

and you dreaded monday.

you and him had a class together so seeing him would be inevitable.

and you felt, almost, bad for just storming out the other night, maybe even a hint of guilt.

you had told him to his face that you didn’t like him, and sure he was arrogant, and adorned with annoying popularity, but it simply wasn’t all that true.

you hated this, you couldn’t think straight. all you could think about was that night. Hwang Hyunjin, of all people. him and his tantalizing aura. his persistence. his closeness, his dark eyes.. his hands that swallowed yours.. those same hands on your body.. his fingertips roaming your skin. how he gripped at your curves, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. how soft his lips were and how they moved against your own—full of desperation. the sweet sinful taste that lingered. the words that poured out, quiet moans and his husky tone. the push and pull of the whole exchange. all desirous and needy…. was he like that with everyone? or was it just you?

that couldn’t be it, you thought. no way in hell. but would it be so bad if it was all you? deep down you wanted that to be true.

the memories clouded your thoughts so bad you couldn’t focus in class. it was no use, no exchange had ever been as captivating. no one had ever made you feel the way he did. you had to snap yourself out of it, you were literally in the middle of 2nd period, pressing your thighs together, growing more anxious by the second.

you didn’t see Hyunjin till your last period.

you were already sat at your desk when he had walked in.

the eye contact was magnetic as soon as he walked through the door. time fell still and you both froze. you looked down at your book. and he walked to his desk, right past you. and that was that.

it hurt a bit when he didn’t try to talk to you, but maybe that was your fault. you had some hurtful things and you started to doubt your previous assumptions, you had been delusional, of course. thinking what had happened between you wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for him and that he didn’t really care.

figures.

⟡

Hyunjin had messed up, he knew that. he didn’t even attempt to talk to you, he couldn’t, one: he wanted to give you space. two: he didn’t know what words could fix it, what could he even say?

hey sorry about the other night i actually have the biggest crush on you and im sorry im such an ass and i shouldn’t of taken advantage of you, i just couldn’t help myself??

yeah ok sure.

in defense—for him, you were a siren. even if he had been the one who initiated the whole thing, you were hypnotizing, with your dulcet gaze and seraphic smile. it’s all he had been thinking about since. he couldn’t help himself, it was like the universe had answered a prayer for him or some divine intervention bullshit like in the animes he watched. he was a ‘P’ type after all. he believed in things like that, ironically.

but thursday, when the guilt had eaten him down to his bones, when piled up words got lodged in his throat after an awkward glance or pass in the hall—when he had enough of only seeing the back of your perfect pretty head, he thought, fuck it.

he walked in this time and sat right behind you in the empty desk, invading your personal space immediately.

“can we talk?” he whispered close behind you.

you ignored him.

he bit his lip, “pri—(y/n). …. at least hear me out.”

you rolled your eyes, sighing, “there’s nothing to say.”

“really? i can of think of a lot.”

silence.

he hesitated, “i- i can’t stop thinking about you.”

he felt strangely childish for revealing that, but fuck, it was true. you deserved the truth.

you turned your head slowly to face him after letting his confession linger in the air for a moment, now peering over your shoulder.

you still didn’t say anything.

he held his bottom lip between his teeth, feigning innocence, his eyes burned holes through your own.

he looked serious—melancholic. not like how he usually was, upbeat and relaxed. he genuinely looked like he had been losing sleep over this, over you.

you felt your heart ache at the sight. you didn’t know what to say. in what way did he even mean that? you or your body… that night?

but for Hyunjin, he just missed you. he missed your smile, he missed your voice, he missed your hands in his hair, around his neck, your lips, god, did he miss your lips.

when you didn’t say anything, he took it as a sign of defeat, and left to go back to his usual seat.

⟡

friday night your friend was dragging you to another party, not so much a drag this time, as you had hoped Hyunjin would be in attendance. so you put more effort into your appearance, hair freshly washed, extra attention to details, and even used your expensive perfume that was designated for special occasions. you wanted to try to finally speak to him, and you knew if that was gonna happen you would have to initiate it.

and finally after an hour of sipping the same drink, sitting on the same couch, you spotted Hyunjin out the corner of your eye in the midst of his usual friend group. and you didn’t move, just watched him, talking, laughing.

you had to admit, he looked good, like always. his hair was fluffy, falling on his shoulders. he wore all black, baggy jeans and adorned in sliver jewelry.

the whole week had been hell. his plead from the day before stained your brain like a glass of red wine spilled on the sofa.

you couldn’t help but miss him too, even when you felt like you shouldn’t.

your friend noticed your staring, the look of curiosity and longing in your eyes, she knew everything, you had cried in her lap the night before. she patted your knee, pulling your attention away from him.

“hey, how about some shots, yeah?”

you didn’t turn her down, maybe getting drunk would help.

wrong.

another drink and 5 shots later you found yourself walking straight up to Hyunjin who was mid conversation.

“we need to talk.” you state, and loudly over the music.

he looked at you wide-eyed, confused at your sudden presence. he didn’t think he would see you here, he smiled awkwardly.

“here, right now?”

he eyed his now confused group of friends who tried to hide their sneers and obvious confusion.

“right now.” you stood your ground. you favored an angry kitten, he thought.

he scoffed, pulling you aside.

“you’re drunk.”

“and? you’re impossible.”

he furrowed his brows, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

you think on it, not actually knowing.

he rolled his eyes, “we can talk. when you’re sober.”

“no.”

“no?”

“did you mean it?”

his face twisted, he didn’t know what you were talking about at first.

“when you said you can’t stop thinking about me… what did you mean by it?”

people were starting to stare at you two now, Hyunjin noticed, he didn’t like it. he never liked unnecessary attention.

but he liked that you were finally giving him the time. less enthused that it was only because of the liquor, but you were still cute nonetheless. a pout on your lips, cheeks a little red, acting all demanding, slightly angry. it cheered him up a bit.

“i’ll tell you, but first, i’m taking you home.”

“i don’t wanna go home.”

he ignored you, grabbing you by your wrist. “where’s Chrissy?”

you sighed. “the kitchen.” you mumbled, over being unruly all of a sudden.

Hyunjin quickly found your friend and let her know that he was taking you home, he made sure it was all okay and you nodded when your friend looked at you for reassurance. maybe that was best, especially since the room spun when you walked.

Hyunjin led you to his car, helping you in gently.

the ride was quiet mostly, he turned on some music, it sounded indie? and romantic. you found it endearing, even in your state. something you didn’t expect from him. you looked over at him, he was so beautiful—breathtaking. the street lights catching his sharp features in the shadows as they passed, skin like wet glass. you probably stared at him for too long, either he didn’t notice or didn’t mind.

you felt yourself coming more to your senses, the cheap alcohol wearing off little by little.

his voice broke through the soothing ambience after awhile, “how ya feeling?”

“thirsty.”

he let out a tiny laugh, “we’re almost there.”

he didn’t take you home, instead it was his place you ended up at.

when you got back to his apartment, Hyunjin led you up the stairs, holding you so you wouldn’t fall. you let him be attentive, it was nice, attractive.

“thank you.” you mumbled while he tried unlocking the door.

“of course.”

“this okay?”

“what? you being here?”

it swung open, and he flicked the lights on.

“yeah.”

“you didn’t wanna go to your place, so.”

“yeah, my roommates suck, when it comes to having guys over.”

“you were gonna have me over?” he smirked.

you hit his arm playfully, rolling your eyes. you both giggled.

you stayed close behind him as you walked in. he stopped to take off his shoes so you did the same. but stumbled trying to get them off.

Hyunjin was there to catch you before you hit the wall. his large hands firmly on your waist and the small of your back, pulling you against him.

“you sure you’re okay?”

“these shoes are too small, they’re Chrissy’s-“

and when you looked up at him, there was those taunting, dark eyes.

you felt the blood rush to your cheeks and you swore, in that moment, he could hear the kick drum that was now your heart. your palms pressed against his chest, he was so warm, and you were so cold.

your eyes traveled down to his plush lips, like it was the first time all over again. he was such a good kisser you suddenly remembered. gentle and sweet—yet demanding and almost, possessing in the most perfect way. kissing him felt so right. your stomach did a cartwheel at the thought and you knew it wasn’t the cheep vodka this time.

“uh, can i.. can i shower?”

he quickly removed his hands from you and you took a step back.

“yeah, yeah sure. of course.”

“thanks.”

“i’ll get you some clean clothes, they might be a bit big, that okay? oh, and some water.”

you nodded, he pointed down the hall behind you, “bathroom’s at the end of the hall.”

“thank you.” you smiled.

he watched you make your way down the hallway, making sure you didn’t hit the wall a second time.

“of course princess.”he said under his breath, too low for you to hear.

a shower should help you sober up more, he thought. he was surprised you asked for one, surprised you were here at all, in his apartment. he wasn’t complaining though.

he’d gone to school with you for years, always sharing at least one class together since senior year, the year he transferred. who knew you would end up at the same university. maybe that was why you were so comfortable around him. you’ve kind of known each other forever it seemed, and you weren’t so bad, even if you acted like it, but he knew that already.

the bathroom was surprisingly clean for a man’s bathroom. you showered quickly.

you wrapped a towel that was hanging neatly on the rack around your dew dropped skin. when you opened the door, steam poured out and a shirt and some boy shorts? were laid neatly on the floor, and a bottle of water.

they were warm and smelled of fresh linen. Hyunjin must’ve thrown them in the dryer for you.

and now you felt like an idiot for being so obnoxious at the party earlier and a bitch at the last one. Hyunjin really wasn’t that bad. in fact, possibly the complete opposite of what you had always assumed he was and he had shown you that tonight without even trying.

after you put on his clothes you walked back out into the living room. Hyunjin laid on the couch, he had changed into something comfy too.

the tv glowed cool shades of cyan in the dark, providing the only source of light in the room besides his phone that his face was glued to—until you stepped out, it dropped on his chest.

Hyunjin held his lip between his teeth, his arm that was supporting his head shifted as he sat up a bit, making room for you on the couch. you looked comfy, cute. for some reason, he found you the most beautiful in this moment. drowning in his shirt that was too big for you, falling over your shoulder, bare faced. he felt his chest tighten at the sight. his thoughts ran wild for a split second and came to when you stood in front of him.

“last weekend.” you started.

he looked up at you.

“you said you didn’t want me like that…”

you placed your knee on the side of the couch, near his thigh.

“so…. how do you want me?” you whispered, your tone light as a feather.

Hyunjin straightened his posture and his jaw tightened—gulping for air. did he fall asleep on the couch? was he dreaming? his eyes scaled your body and he bit back a boyish smirk.

he reached his hand out slowly and traced it down your arm, you were warm, real. when he reached for your hand he intertwined his fingers with yours, he hadn’t dare met your eyes yet, if he did, he’d falter.

his other hand laced around the back of your knee—without hurry—testing the waters.

he drew you close, until you were straddling him.

“just like this.” he murmured.

“yeah?” your tone a mere whisper, settling into his lap now. a familiar position you had been missing since you left it the first time, your hands now rested on his shoulders.

“mhm.” he hummed, admiring you, bathing in bliss now that he had you close again. he couldn’t believe his eyes. he wasn’t dreaming—no. this was better than any dream he could have.

he’d been craving your warmth for what felt like years, he’d wait years for it too, it was that sweet.

his hands roamed from your thighs to your waist, you could feel the heat building up in between your legs, his touch was antagonizing—slow and soft. it burned your skin.

“i wanted to apologize.” he broke through the silence, “you should know, i wasn’t gonna go any further in that closet.”

“i know.” you tugged lazily on his shirt collar.

“you deserve a lot better than a shifty closet in a frat.”

you nodded, some of his hair fell in his face, you moved it out the way, letting your fingernails trail down, tracing his jaw and ending up back at the hem of his shirt.

your faint touch giving him goosebumps.

“show me.” you whispered, looking into his stormy eyes, batting your lashes.

a corner of his mouth raised as he inched closer till his lips were dangerously close to yours.

they hovered there for a few seconds before they just barely brushed before gently pressing them to yours, but it ignited your entire body.

as your lips melted together, the kiss grew into something greedy, hot and heavy. until you were both devouring each other. his hands found their way under your shirt to grip at your hips. it was everything Hyunjin had been craving for days, hours, minutes. desperately curving into one another, your hands in his hair, on his neck and down his back

you pressed down on his growing hard on, you could feel the heartbeat beating between your thighs. the softest moan escaped from your lips against his, causing both of you to break away for air.

he pulled back to kiss your neck.

it was a pleasure in it’s self the way he did it—hungry and sloppy.

he steadied himself, catching a glimpse of you, like this. “you’re so beautiful.” he whispered.

you opened your eyes to catch him staring at you with adoration in his eyes, a smile growing on his face.

you felt your cheeks get hot and you smiled softly. “you just know how to say all the right things, huh?”

your hands cupped his jaw, you rubbed his cheek with your thumb, then just under his bottom lip.

“only if it’s true.”

you coyly rolled your eyes.

he pulled you closer—as if you could get any closer—his grip tightening on your hips again.

he whispered close to your ear, “i wanna show you something.”

you leaned back, raising a brow at him.

and he bit back a smirk, the corners of his eyes crinkled as the words left his lips.

⟡

Hyunjin was chasing your lips as you hit the door to, what you assumed, was his room. he had you pressed against the cold wood. his hands around your neck. you took one of yours to search for the doorknob, finding it, you twisted it and it swung open.

the two of you stayed glued together as you stumbled back into the room. Hyunjin knew exactly where he was going, leading the way best he could whilst preoccupied.

you hit what felt like a mattress and had to pry him off of you to catch a breather, both of you giggling like love sick teenagers.

but for Hyunjin, breathing was the last thing on his mind, as he wasted no time dripping kisses all over your skin. to your jaw and cascading down your neck. he sucked on your flesh, leaving light bruises just above your collarbone. causing a breathless whimper to escape your lips.

Hyunjin had kept his composure all night, but now in your presence, with you so beautifully bearing your neck beneath him. he simply wanted to consume your entire being. to show you how much he wanted it—you. to devote himself to you. if you’d have him. he was experiencing catharsis. his dream girl all his finally. he’d make it well worth the wait. show you everything you didn’t even know you were missing, everything you deserved. you had so asked so nicely after-all.

“you sure you wanna do this?” he murmured.

you nodded, “im sure.”

“positive?”

you nodded again.

“we can stop, just say the w-.”

“Hyunjin!”

“hm?”

“shut up.” you pressed your lips to his, he smiled against the kiss.

you both sank into the sheets, your hands in his hair, his hands roaming your body. his fingertips snaked down to lace around the shorts you were wearing, still kissing you.

he lifted your shirt enough to expose your mid drift. his hands around your waist, he broke away, to plant a kiss below your rib cage, trailing a few more down on your plush skin till he reached the waist band of the shorts. you eyed him intently.

he pulled them down, taking his time. it sent shivers down your spine as cold air hit parts of you it hadn’t yet. then you felt his warm breath on your skin again.

he kissed right on your center. your head dropped back and you bit back a ‘fuck’. knowing exactly what was about to happen now. thank god you shaved, you thought.

Hyunjin watched your head fall, he didn’t take his eyes off of you, transfixed on your movements, your reactions to his touch.

he grew restless as the sight of your already wet cunt as he groveled between your legs.

he felt his dick pulsating in his pants, but all his focus was on you.

he kissed your center again, sucking this time, letting his tongue dance around, getting you more wet by the second. it was a sensation you hadn’t recognized, it was maddening.

he worked circles around your clit with his tongue, watching your rig cage rise and fall.

inhale,

exhale,

you cursed under your breath. he took his fingers and rubbed them upwards between your folds, finding your sweet spot, then began rubbing small slow circles around your already sensitive bud, picking up pace the longer he went.

after a few seconds he slipped one finger in, slowly curving it inside you. he left a gentle kiss before he started sucking again, just where it felt right before slipping in a second finger, pumping it in and out slowly as he worked on your high with his tongue.

you shivered beneath him, gripping at the sheets beside you as his slender fingers joined together inside you.

Hyunjin took his other hand and laced his fingers with one of yours when he noticed you grabbing at the fabric. his tongue danced laps around your clit, as his fingers pumped steady to the beat of the sweet elicit sounds pouring out your lips now.

you tried holding in your moans, but it only made it worse, the louder you got, the harder he went. knowing you were getting close.

Hyunjin had a way with his words, his eyes, his hands, his lips …so of course this was no different. heavenly was the only way to describe it. your chest heaved up and down quicker, curses like smoke out your mouth.

his eyes didn’t leave your shivering body, he was in awe.

he was eager, eager to please you, eager to watch you melt like honey in front of him, because of him. until you finally yelped, your legs twitched in his grasp. and he could feel your walls convulsing against his fingers, sending waves of bliss throughout your being as you came on his tongue.

Hyunjin lifted his head, breathing deeply. his lips and chin glistened with wetness. he licked his lips, savoring the taste.

you inhaled deeply as your high settled.

Hyunjin sat up, his hands tracing your lower body. his gaze lingered on yours as you watched him.

“so fucking pretty.” he murmured, holding his bottom between his teeth.

“stoppp.” you covered your face with your hands.

“but i mean it.” his tone faint.

“i know, but..” you blushed softly, holding your fingernail in between your teeth. “im not use to this.”

you were use to getting compliments, sure. but them coming from Hyunjin just felt different, he was so gorgeous, so unreal. you couldn’t put it into words how it made you feel, like he was really telling you the truth.

“i’ve always thought you were pretty.” he spoke, sincerity in his tone.

“you’re pretty.” you spoke, barely whisper.

he took your leg and draped it over his shoulder as his lips latched onto your inner thigh, he didn’t dare break eye contact with you as he made out with your velvet skin. he shifted his focus to your lips, missing the taste already. he leaned down to kiss you, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

you could feel his erection through his sweat pants pressing down on your bare cunt as he curved into your body. it ached for another release.

“Hyunjin?” you whimpered.

“yes princess?” he groaned between your lips.

you draped your leg around his waist, pulling him closer, pressing him into you more, just slightly. enough for him to notice.

he smirked at that, he pressed against you more. it started slow, easy. rolling his hips into you barely brushing your entrance. then it got hungry, harder.

you whimpered sweet sounds when his mouth latched to your jaw, then letting his lips drag down your neck, only to leave the softest bit on your collarbone.

your hand moved down to help him, rubbing his hard on against the fabric.

he moaned into your neck.

“princess….” his tone filled with agony and desperation.

“need you so bad.” you whispered in his ear.

Hyunjin wanted this so bad, he wanted this to happen, he did. it felt so good, but he couldn’t help but hesitate. he stopped all movements to look at you. your face was slightly red, lips bruised, eyes low. you looked angelic.

“you still sure? we can stop if..”

you cut him off. “i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t want too.”

you reassured him, you kissed his jaw, then the corner of his mouth, as extra reassurance.

“now… take off your pants.”

he let out a low chuckle, sitting up off the bed.

you had to admit, you were curious as to what was underneath his clothes. you watched him with a glint of desire in your eyes.

first was his shirt, he pulled it over his head in one swift motion. and next his pants, then his black briefs and—

your jaw fell slack when your eyes landed on it, though you fixed it quickly.

he smiled. “you’re staring.”

Hyunjin didn’t seem like the shy type, yet he was blushing.

“can’t help it.” you smirked.

he clicked his teeth, coyly rolling his eyes.

“okay okay, your turn.” he scanned your still clothed figure with a sense of wonder.

you sat up on your knees, removing your—his—shirt slowly, seductively, tossing it on the floor. it took everything in Hyunjin to pull his eyes away, his brain fighting between modesty and unquenched desire. he bit his lip and crawled back on the bed, both of you getting back into the previous position you were in, getting tangled in the duvet. your nails trailed up his arms, till they rested at the nap of his neck.

“condom?” you asked.

he reached in his top drawer above the nightstand, and felt around for a little too long. “shit.” he hissed, pushing his hair back.

“what is it?”

“i don’t have any...”

“im on birth control. okay… well… when’s the last time you…?”

“had sex?” he tried to think. “can’t remember.. a while.”

“uh huh.”

“you think im a whore, huh?”

“well..”

“im not easy either, princess.” he smirked. “and you?”

“a while.”

“hm, good.”

you shot him a look, he chuckled under his breath. “sorry, sorry.”

“fuck it.”

you pulled him down to meet your lips, he captured your them in a tender kiss, positioning himself firmly in between your legs at the same time. he really liked kissing you, you were good at it. he liked to think he was too, but fuck, you knew exactly what you were doing.

He brought his hips down to met yours. grinding against your opening and shuddered at the feeling.

he took two of his fingers and brought them in between your warmth, that was still very much dripping.

“fuck,” he murmured with an exasperated breath.

he took his length and lined it with your entrance, still kissing you. then he dipped into the ocean between your legs, getting a taste.

Hyunjin wasn’t abnormally huge, but he wasn’t average either, so when you felt him break through, you moaned into his mouth, your nails gripped his skin harder.

he eased all the way in, letting you get use to it. then slowly he rolled his hips in, then out. like a deep breath.

inhale.

exhale.

he bit back a moan and buried his head in your neck. your lips on his shoulder, you kissed his salty skin as he fucked into you gently, letting you get use to the sensation.

then he picked up his pace, carving himself into you. quicker now. pushing deeper and deeper till he bottomed out inside you. sharp breathes escaping between his lips as he did so. like calm waves crashing against the shore under moonlight. only Hyunjin was the tide and you the soft buttery sand.

there was no warning when he started going faster, harder. his teeth leaving imprints on your neck to silence his own curses and breathing.

you nails dug into his toned back, as you began to see hints of stars, you arched into him, and he held you closer. one of his arms snaked around your leg, hoisting it up to reach even deeper into you, you were so soft, he noted to kiss your thighs later with his teeth.

exhales turned into whimpers turned into moans pouring out from both of you.. Hyunjin looked at you, your cheeks were flushed. he kissed you, it was desperate and ravenous.

it was more intimate than it had any right to be.

“fuck princess, you feel—so good.”

“more, more.” the words no than sighs fell from your bruised lips.

his hips roll into you harder, faster, deeper. your grip tightened on him, only making him want it all the more. you took him so well he thought, so good, like you were meant for him. you moaned into his neck, as his lips left sloppy kisses on yours. letting you know he’s here, he’s taking care of you.

his name, a jagged breath out your lips.

“don’t stop, fuck-“

he knew you were close, as your eyes started to roll back, can feel it like clouds forming before a thunderstorm, as you sing louder next to his ear.

he cursed under his breath. he chased your pleasure with his own, your legs kicked out, and he can see the tears that threatened to spill out your eyelids.

he watched it unfold, rolling his hips into you still.

inhale.

exhale.

sharp—quick.

you cry out as you ascend into nirvana, your walls clench around him as you cum, the feeling sending Hyunjin over the edge as well, he slips out of you with a hiss through gritted teeth. letting go all over your sheen skin, just below your belly button.

the only noise is both of your labored breathing and your heartbeat pounding in your ear.

Hyunjin admired your fucked out expression, you looked divine. he took his thumb and wiped the single tear that escaped from your lashes.

you cup his face in your soft palms, as he melts back into your touch. after a few moments, Hyunjin untangles himself from you, he leaves the room for a moment and comes back with a towelette he ran under hot water.

he takes it and wipes his mess clean with the most gentle motions, making sure to get every drop before throwing it in the nearby hamper, and climbed back on top of you. he kissed you deeply, you taste like sweet sunshine and salt.

hyunjin laid his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, it was desperately suffocating. you ran your fingers through his soft locks. your breath finally steady.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you whispered.

his head shot up, confusion plastered on his face.

“you just fucked me like that.”

“like what?”

“like… good, like so good.”

a lopsided grin appeared on his face, he hummed.

“you were better… i wanna do it again.” he whispered, hovering his lips close to yours.

you bit your lip at the thought.

“how do you want me?”

your eyes had the most devilish affair.

“on top.” he grinned.

“yeah?”

“and on your side, on your back, on the floor, in the shower, on the couch-”

you giggled. “okay okay, we can arrange all of that.” you ran your fingers through his hair.

Hyunjin adored you. you were soft, diabolically soothing to him. something about you made him weak, pathetic with yearning. it was a new sensation for him, to want something so badly the way he wanted you. dulcet and delicate, you were human apricity. he wanted to drown in your touch, your kisses, your sweet nothings and so on.

“i really thought you hated me, Hyunjin.”

“i know. i thought you hated me.”

“i did….”

he chuckled. “i know.”

“im sorry.”

“don’t be. we both had our reasons.”

“missed this,” you started, admiring his features. “missed you.”

he smiled, getting giddy at your sudden confession.

“yeah? i missed you too, princess.”

you held you tighter. his warmth was more than soothing, it was needed, there was something about him that felt like home.

the two of you stayed like that for a a while, in each other’s arms.

“are you free tomorrow night?” he asked.

“for?”

“are you?”

“well, hmmm, i’ll have to check my schu-“

he sighed loudly, causing you to giggle.

“yes hyunjini, why do you ask?”

“i wanna take you out, like on a date. possibly, maybe? unless this is a one time for you. i’ll respect it.—but just know, i’ll remember, even when im married with kids, i’ll still think of you, on nights when im drinking and self inflicted or-”

“you’re so dramatic, you know that?”

you couldn’t help but smile at his words. “but no, i don’t think that’ll happen, you just created a problem.”

“how so?”

Hyunjin propped himself up on one arm beside you, he took his slender fingers and traced the center off your body all the way down.

“because you’re gonna have to rip me off of you, pretty boy.” your tone like silk.

“hm, it might be the other way around.” he grinned.

you pulled him into a tender kiss. letting it linger, there was no rush, Hyunjin felt warm and familiar. he felt solid and safe. you wanted to cling to his skin. bury yourself in his chest. he touched you like you were everything he had asked the heavens for. the pretty boy with pretty eyes and pretty hair, all yours in this moment.

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omg omg, hi this took forever, life has been so hectic, i apologize. i hope the wait was worth it :,) i had so much fun writing this. i plan to post more hyunjin x reader so i hope u stay a while. ty ty for reading. <3

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Hi your writing is so cute, I saw you're taking reqs rn...

could I possibly have a neurodivergent (maybe specifically ADHD) reader x whatever characters you'd like (preferably all of them but your choice pook) thanks!!

♡ —sylus x adhd!reader

content : fluff, downbad sylus, mc!reader has adhd depicted from a specific perspective, sylus heavily fw adhd havers <3, (heavily written on my own personal perspective of adhd) maybe a pt.2

authors note : my first req <3, this is actually fantastic cause i've got adhd myself! im not too confident with the others yet, literally all my drafts rn are all sylus based (im ashamed to say im not familiar with zayne and xaviers character enough to write them,,, yet.)

please do not characterise adhd based on specifically these events, this is what i've personally experienced and found easy to write, (not everyone has the same experiences/behaviour!)

♡ — adhd!reader who repeats the same story to her current associate at least twice, blissfully unaware of the repetition, a common occurrence—she just can't help herself.. the result is always the same, her enthusiasm bubbling over—the familiar response comes like clockwork: “you told me this story yesterday, remember?” her words halt mid-sentence, her excitement deflating faster than it had filled her chest. “right, sorry, i forgot,” she mumbles, forcing a small, apologetic smile. they nod briefly before their attention flickers back to whatever was so captivating on their phone, leaving her silent, a sigh falling from her mouth instead of the words she wanted to share still lingering on her tongue, unspoken and heavy, even if it was a reoccurrence.

“sylus, you won't believe what happened to me today!” you exclaimed, bursting through the door with wide eyes and a glowing excitement that filled the room. “t-there was this cat—it meowed like a duck or something, it was so sooo adorable!” you squeaked, your voice pitching higher with enthusiasm. “but then i had to leave from break,” you sighed, pouting as you flopped dramatically onto the couch.

sylus glanced up from the news article he was reading, keyword—was. a sly smile crept onto his lips, usual mischief twinkling in his eyes. “oh, is that right, sweetie?" he teased, tilting his head with a mock-serious look. "you'll have to bring me along on your next mission so i can witness these mystical, duck-like cats for myself."

"deal," you grinned, your face lighting up as you giggled, completely unaware of how sylus's gaze softened, his eyes lingering on yours with a quiet admiration.. he'd play along every time, as many times as you needed, his heart melting just a little more with every recount. after all, he wasn't just listening to the story; he was basking in the warmth of your presence, content to play the part of your captivated audience forever.

♡ — adhd!reader who’s grown all too familiar with being ignored by others for most of her life, her excited tangents about a new interest for the day often trailing off into an uncomfortable silence, no response waiting at the end. she used to sit there, the realisation sinking in like a heavy stone—you’ve done it again, idiot—the naturally heard words blaring in her mind as if through a megaphone, shame and self-doubt rushing in like a wave. she’d turn back to her laptop, eyes lowered, the once-comforting cafe ambience now feeling like a weight pressing down on her chest, making it harder to turn back to the task she was supposed to be completing, right, the reports..

sylus, ever the gentleman, makes his way to your side with practised ease, opening the door for you, his hand already outstretched to steady you as you carefully step out, mindful of the hovering dress that threatens to catch under your heels. a soft giggle escapes your lips as you playfully speak, “thank you, kind sir,” your voice light with amusement.

smirking, his eyes sparkling in the dim evening light. “anything for you, my sweet,” he replies with a wink, pulling your hand gently onto his arm. you gladly wrap your arms around his bicep, feeling the warmth of his strength under your fingers as you walk together, leaving the valet behind. the fine dining restaurant ahead glows softly in the night, a place you had casually mentioned to him just two nights ago as a date idea.

“but the duality of this bitch,” you huffed, voice full of frustration. “to talk behind my back like i was in the wrong. like, seriously? you cheat on your boyfriend, and then get mad when i don’t want to be friends with you anymore? oh, and i forgot to tell you—my friend, well ex-friend knew about it, she was hiding it from us the whole time!”

your words spilled out in a rush, the weekly gossip pouring faster than you could control. it wasn’t until you hit a pause in your tangent that it hit you—fuck, i did it again. you looked up at him, bracing yourself, searching his face for any sign of annoyance, for that familiar look people often gave you when you rambled too much. but instead, you found his hand gently stroking your bejewelled one—his gifts, of course—while his crimson eyes stayed locked on yours, soft and full of affection. not a trace of irritation.

just as you were about to apologise for going on too long, he beat you to it, his voice calm and sweet, “you’d think the hunters of linkon would act better. i was sorely mistaken.” his lips curled into a soft chuckle, eyes glinting playfully. “so… what did you say to her and your now ex-friend? you didn't finish.”

relief flooded through you. of course—he wanted to hear more. with his gentle smile urging you on, you dove back into the tale, feeling lighter, knowing you could share whatever you wanted to in this world with him without any thought whatsoever.

♡ — adhd!reader who accidentally interrupts her friends and family—she just can’t help it, really, she can’t. it’s the same scenario every time: friends are mid-conversation, talking about someone or something, and before she can stop herself, she’s chiming in too early, cutting them off without meaning to. they pause, giving that familiar look—half-surprised, half-apologetic or whatever it was. “ah, sorry,” she mutters, biting her lip to stay quiet. but it’s so hard. especially when they start talking about that café she just went to yesterday, mentioning the specific drink that was on sale—the very one you ordered. the words are right there, bubbling up in your chest, why was it so hard to keep quiet?

sylus strolls into the kitchen with a sly grin, “i’ve got a surprise for you tonight, kitten.” his arms wrap around you from behind as you focus on whipping up your favourite brownies—ones in the last batch that went mysteriously missing, thanks to the twins no doubt. you giggle, already used to this affectionate routine, as sylus leans in to inhale the scent of your perfume lingering on his shirt, one of his smaller ones that still manages to engulf you completely. “can I get a clue?” you ask, impressively keeping your attention on measuring the cocoa powder, despite his playful distraction.

“you’ll just have to wait and see sweetie,” sylus chuckles, shifting beside you but keeping an arm snugly around your waist, his warmth never leaving your side. “although i should probably tell you t—” sylus’s words were abruptly cut off by your excitement bursting through. “oooh, wait! is it that new cat café I was talking about a few days ago? the one that opens up at night?”

your excitement quickly deflated as you looked up at him, realizing you’d interrupted him—again. a familiar sinking feeling crept in, but before you could even apologise, you caught sylus’s expression. looking down at you, more love in his eyes than you ever thought possible, his smile soft and full of affection. “that’s actually what i’ve planned for us tomorrow, dear,” he smirked, leaning in closer, his face inches from yours. “but like i said, you’ll find out tonight. just make sure to wear that dress i got you.” your heart fluttered at his words, the warmth of his voice and the way he effortlessly brushed off your little interruption. you giggled softly, leaning into his touch as he gently squeezed your waist. “fine, but I’m holding you to that cat café date,” you teased, already imagining the sweet night ahead.

[clover-the-awesomest]

Sorry for using classic meme images as a reaction to this but I honestly don’t really know what to say… I don’t understand in the slightest as I am not an adult and don’t quite get that feeling of hopelessness yet, but I do still wish the best for you. I want to understand, to give proper advice or words of encouragement but I just. Don’t know how??

However, I do think that things will get better for you. You’re still so young, you’re still so new to this life, you are just starting out. You’re barely even 32, judging by this post, so please. Do not tell yourself that it’s over, that you’ve wasted your life. Don’t keep believing that you’ll never amount to anything in life, that you mean nothing to anyone. Do not listen to those voices that say you’re a waste of space or anything like that at all! Because none of it is true!

You are a wonderful artist! Your attention to detail is immaculate, and you’re really great at hyper-analyzing things that others wouldn’t even batt an eye at! You are funny, you are kind, and you are incredibly considerate. I don’t know what you do IRL since you value your privacy and I greatly appreciate that about you, so I can’t really judge you otherwise. But I still do know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you matter. You matter to me. You matter to others. You matter to your family, your friends, your pets, the strangers online that you’ve adopted, the random people on the street that pass you by, YOU MATTER.

And don’t you dare let anyone ever tell you otherwise.

❤️💖💞

I don’t feel like I belong anywhere. I’ve cried. I’m bitter. I’m bitter watching people get to travel and explore and go pretty places. I’m bitter that i can’t get help for my medical complications. I’m jealous that others can go swimming and experience nature while I’m confined to a tight little space and a bathtub. I’m sad that i have no IRL friend/peer group. I feel alone. I’m exhausted. My best is never good enough. I feel my family doesn’t take me seriously when i say “I’m checked out.” I wish i was impressive to them. I wish i was intelligent or competent to them. I wish i was useful. But I’m not. I’m dependent and trapped and, in this moment, fairly convinced my future is dull and bleak. I live in a world beyond my reach. Everything is dreams. My 20’s are almost completely gone. I feel like dreams don’t come true.

It’s just an episode. They pass. I got triggered and i’ll get over it. But lately the sensation of being trapped and feeling like it’s impossible to have the life i want has been very persistent. There’s been loads of progress in some spaces, but in this one idk. All that keeps me going are my dog, my gecko and Ash. This has been all that’s kept me alive for a long time. It continues to be the only thing. I genuinely do not see a way out of this tunnel. Not tonight. There is sorrow, and sleep. But at least i have a place to sleep and a dog to snuggle.

Tomorrow is another world, most likely as uneventful and stagnant as the last…

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙finally | LN4 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lando norris x y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, friends to lovers

warnings: fluff only lol btw TW luisa pics for tht one anon im soo sry im so sry

summary: in which no one believes that you and your boyfriend are actually dating despite both your efforts to hard launch

a/n: took me ages to start this but i couldn't stop thinking about this storyline gahahaaa

request!!!: hiiiiii!!! i wanted to request a lando social media thingy?? where you're childhood friends to lovers and want to soft launch but nobody notices because you're always affectionate or sumn like that🥺

fc: various brunette girls from pinterest

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yourusername posted a story

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oscarpiastri soft launching?

yourusername 😊

landonorris 😘

yourusername 🧡

user4 omg u got a man!!

user5 OMGG WHO!!

user6 spill the beansss

user7 wonder what lando thinks about this

landonorris

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landonorris ⛳️

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carlossainz55 i'll win next time 🥇

landonorris keep dreaming

yourusername aww look at us

landonorris 😘💋

user8 does he have a gf

user9 urm not that we know of

user10 who is the gf??

user11 idk but i'd be annoyed at that pic of y/n & lando

user12 love carlando golfing together still

oscarpiastri lol

landonorris i thought it was obvious

yourusername 😭😭

user13 ???

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yourusername me & my bracelets & my lando

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landonorris why would you post that picture of me

yourusername funny

user14 LOL i love them

user15 are they dating??

user16 no way. they're childhood best friends

user17 he's down baddd

user18 i would hate to be dating either of them they're soo close to each other

user19 the bracelets awww she's such a sweet girl

oscarpiastri 💀

yourusername stop it you

landonorris hahahaha

user20 what is thisss

messages ->

twitter ->

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instagram ->

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landonorris 😀😀😀

user24 wait?

user25 are they dating

user26 surely not

user27 omg they're sooo cute together

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user28 something is going on here

user29 🐟🐟🐟

user30 wait was lando's tweet serious

user31 idk i think they're just close bffs??

oscarpiastri so close yet so far

yourusername 😰😰😰

landonorris 😤😤😤

landonorris posted a story

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oscarpiastri hahahahahah ur trying soo hard

landonorris im hard hard launching.

user32 hmmmm

user33 keep dreaming

user34 okay im convinced

user35 are you actually dating

landonorris YES WE ARE

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oscarpiastri is it working yet

yourusername will keep u updated

landonorris pls god let it work

user36 ok im starting to believe

user37 omg they're dating

user38 wait have they been trying to hard launch this whole time & no one believed them..?

user39 OMG THEY'RE IN LOVE

user40 landoy/n nation rise

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yourusername THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND (real) (not a prank) (i literally love him guys)

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danielricciardo finally

landonorris finally? not like we've been rubbing it in everyone's faces and no one believed us

user41 he's so sick of it hahaha

user42 most sincere apologies to the happy couple for doubting them

user43 i can't believe they're actually dating

user44 IT'S REAL???

user45 y/n is lando mad at us

yourusername very much so but he'll get over it dont worry

landonorris not sure i will actually

user46 please forgive us lando

user47 WE'RE SORRY LANDO

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oscarpiastri and you guys got there in the end!

yourusername thanks for bullying us the whole time

landonorris btw i have loved you for so long and will continue to love you for even longer

THE END 🧡