#she'd literally be his favourite

[boredomsbonedeep]

headcanons for lily luna potter !!

people think james sirius is just like his grandfather james but its actually HER. "ego the size of a lake with the heart to match it" LILY LUNA POTTER?????

[viiridiangreen]

if u r ever frustrated with me & wondering why I am Like That please remember my m*ther literally has multiple pinterest boards of grainy c*tholic apologetica cheatsheets & macros

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

the fact that regulus black would have loved hermione haunts me everyday

[thecoiledserpent]

↑ this, and if a man is problematic online, then he's going to be even worse irl 🤷‍♀️ the entire perception that our online presence or persona does not reflect our true self is false. if you notice, then you can always figure out the inner workings of a person simply by seeing how they act with or react to people. a man who acts toxic on the net is going to be no different irl

Anytime a man is known for getting into fights with other men, just know he's gonna beat women up with zero hesitation in private. Look at Xxxtentacion. When I learned that Dennis Rodman headbutted other men (basketball players, a referee, an SNL comedian etc.) and would kick cameramen for no reason, all I had to do was google his name and attach 'domestic violence' to it. And what do you know. In 2008, he was charged with spousal battery.

Men who hate other men are likely to treat women like shit too. Or even worse. They don't have to be outwardly violent lmao. Never give them the benefit of the doubt either way.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Terrible Two | Max Verstappen x Hamilton! Reader

Summary: Lewis hates the idea of Max dating his sister. Not because he's overprotective but because he’s trying to save the younger driver from the insanity of his sister. Or the one where Y/N terrorises the Grid OFF the track and Max terrorises them ON the track.

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Not 2021.

Female reader with various faceclaims. Pics found on Pinterest.

Requested by @shelbyteller

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YourUserName race day with my favourite hamilton (oh, and lewis was there too, i guess) 💚 tagged: roscoelovescoco, lewishamilton

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User 1 i live for the hamilton sibling shade

lewishamilton i miss how peaceful my life was before you were born

→ YourUserName i miss how peaceful my life was before i was born too

→ User2 oof, felt that

roscoelovescoco loves you aunty y/n

→ YourUserName and i love you my sweet boy. i’m already planning my next attempt to kidnap you

→ User3 i love that she wastes no time to pick on lewis but plays along with his roscoe account

→ YourUserName i don’t play when it comes to my fluffy man

User4 miss thing, you are not slick. we all see the red bull in the last slide

→ User5 omg and they were seen chatting outside the space between the two garages earlier

→ User6 she was also seen talking to charles, pierre, valtteri and george but i don’t see any of you linking them together?

→ User7 her and Charles tho

→ User6 ffs 🙄

mercedesamgf1 you and roscoe are also our favourite hamiltons

→ lewishamilton i just can’t catch a break

charles_leclerc thank you for letting me into the garage to see the baby 🐶

maxverstappen1 always nice having you around the paddock

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YourUserName another weekend, another flex 🏁. also, thank you to @ nike for literally being the reason i get to chase my brother around the world tagged: lewishamilton, georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 will you stop eating my snacks

→ YourUserName no, you don’t need them. your trainer says you’re getting fat

→ georgerussell63 don’t tell lies!

lewishamilton shoes on the bed!!

→ YourUserName they never touched the bed! and they’ve never even touched the ground!

→ YourUserName get off my post!

→ YourUserName go lose some races!

→ lewishamilton just like you’ve lost my love!

→ YourUserName i never wanted it in the first place!

charles_leclerc perhaps you could wear red next?

→ landonorris nah mate. papaya all the way

→ maxverstappen1 i think she'd look better in blue

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mercedesamgf1 thank you for being the most entertaining member of the garage

→ georgerussell63 admin, how could you? i thought i was the best 🥺

User8 i'm living for y/n's sponsored post for work literally leads to her terrorising half the grid

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User9 no because the way this woman had him blushing and kicking his feet outside his own garage earlier, he’s smitten

→ User10 i was in the paddock and no joke, he giggled!

User11 um i highly doubt max is flirting with y/n to mess with lewis, if anything, lewis asked y/n to flirt with max to mess up his game

→ User12 i bet you’re feeling real foolish about this comment now (race day tweet)

→ User13 agreed with user12, if anything the flirting fuelled max because he won with an 8 second lead

User14 no because they would be far too hot for any of us to handle

YourUserName oh look at that, I’m trending again

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YourUserName thanks for having me @ redbullracing. it was a different perspective of the track, that’s for sure. well done on your 1-2 tagged: maxverstappen1

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mercedesamgf1 but you’re still a traitor 💔

lewishamilton i missed you

→ YourUserName @ lewishamilton you’re so needy

→ YourUserName but i missed you too

redbullracing our good luck charm

→ georgerussell63 back off. you can’t have her

→ mercedesamgf1 @ georgerussell63 you tell ‘em, boo

maxverstappen1 it was a delight to have you

→ User15 dude you need better rizz than that

charles_leclerc ferrari in the future?

→ lewishamilton no

→ georgerussell63 no

→ mercedesamgf1 no

→ maxverstappen1 no

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danielricciardo i tried getting you to visit me there for years but max comes along and asks ONCE

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→ User15 omg max invited her

→ User16 omg she was there for work

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YourUserName he said he liked my curls so I let him take me for a drive

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yourfriend okay but the hair is looking fire

lewishamilton who’s car is that

lewishamilton where are you

lewishamilton who are you with

lewishamilton I know you’re on your phone. stop ignoring my comments

→ User1 lewis is killing me

→ User2 she’s really making him work up a sweat

yourfriend2 these pics are killing me. salivating

→ yourfriend3 agreed. bark bark woof woof

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User3 okay but doesn’t that look a lot like max’s recent car?

→ lewishamilton show me the evidence

→ User3 omg no way you replied

→ User4 you literally can barely see the car but okay?

maxverstappen1 was he at least a good driver?

→ YourUserName i don’t know. he hit the curb and was a bit on the slow side

→ User5 you ain't slick, sis

landonorris omg you promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about us

→ YourUserName omg but you kept asking me for curl care routines. how could i resist?

alex_albon i mean the curls are nice but i don’t know how he can put up with your personality

→ YourUserName @ lilymhe dump him

→ lilymhe but he’s losing? so i feel like i have to wait until the season is over

→ alex_albon babe!

User6 do they need a third

User7 everybody stay FUCKIGN CALM!

User8 okay but the way he holds her when he kisses her 🥹

User9 can somebody check on lewis? i feel he may not be able to handle this

User10 anyone else think these photos are an absolute invasion of privacy? how disgusting

→ User11 oh agreed. we hate that this was done but we're also so happy that they're together

User12 the dream team. one can terrorise the grid OFF the track and one terrorises them ON the track

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YourUserName when bae is thirsty so am i 💦

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User13 is this a hard launch

→ User14 no, i think the paps did that for them

→ maxverstappen1 she had a 10 page document of plans for a soft launch as well

→ User15 um miss y/n, we'll still take those posts please

User16 does this mean we’re going to be getting y/n in the red bull garage from now to on and not Merc :(

→ georgerussell63 we were told we had to have shared custody

→ mercedesedamgf1 toto and christian had to sign a contract

lewishamilton i don’t like this. i'm happy for you but i do not need max verstappen thirst traps all over my feed

→ YourUserName well, i know you much prefer the real thing but you’re not allowed to drool over that anymore

→ lewishamilton how do i disown you?

→ YourUserName i've been asking myself that question for years

danielricciardo woohoo maxie. i wasn't familiar with you like that

charles_leclerc it's nice to see the two of you finally together so that max stops talking to me in the cool down room about your beauty

→ maxverstappen1 shut the fuck up.

→ YourUserName @ maxverstappen1 aww you think i’m pretty

→ maxverstappen1 of course I do

landonorris how could you do this to me. i thought we were forever

→ YourUserName we weren’t even for 2 minutes

→ danielricciardo she only likes champions, mate

redbullracing going to need these blown up and out in the garage

→ YourUserName already on it

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YourUserName just a couple of besties aka my brother wants to steal my boyfriend tagged: maxverstappen1, lewishamilton

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danielricciardo i think you mean MY boyfriend

→ YourUserName max told me your little fling meant nothing to him

→ danielricciardo @ maxverstappen1 you bitch!

→ maxverstappen1 i'm sorry but y/n means more to me than our night together

→ danielricciardo take it back

→ YourUserName your head game just wasn’t that strong

→ lewishamilton @ YourUserName i hate you for making me read that

georgerussell63 why don’t you take pics like this of me with lewis 🥺 i like him more than max does

→ YourUserName @ lewishamilton you’re upsetting all of your boyfriends tonight

→ lewishamilton i hate you

landonorris does this mean you’re free for me to hit you up

→ maxverstappen1 watch your back on the track

→ redbullracing @ maxverstappen1 christian said you’re not allowed to say that online anymore

→ maxverstappen1 for legal purposes, my previous comment was a joke

maxverstappen1 you’re the only Hamilton for me, schatje

→ YourUserName love you baby

→ maxverstappen1 love you too 💕

→ charles_leclerc @ maxverstappen1 i miss when you loved me

mercedesamgf1 please stop posting these. you’re making the rest of the grid jealous

mclaren please stop upsetting the grid by revealing their affairs. now they’re all crying

williamsracing @ YourUserName for the sake of the race, please stop stealing max from his boyfriends. they can’t drive through their tears

redbullracing we need more content like this, please. if the other drivers are too heartsick, there’s nothing standing in our way

→ redbullracing for legal reasons, this is a joke

[jayktoralldaylong]

One of my favourite things about Arcane is that all the couples can be read as toxic, which is GREAT.

I'm tired of people bringing morality debates into dark media. Let dark media be fucking dark. You guys wouldn't survive a day in the TMA fandom, needing everyone to be as good as gold. How are they going to make for enjoyable complex characters if they're not morally grey. In fact, I wish there'd been more expansion on just how morally black they can become!

"CaitVi is so toxic" According to lesbian statistics, that sounds just about accurate. 💀 Heck, I wish Caitlyn had done more (Not really, but it would have been nice to further explore the darkness in her heart). Isn't it adorable how she immediately folded as soon as Vi called her cupcake? Caitlyn's like one of those villains that will consistently do the most....until it comes to someone else hurting her girlfriend. The only one allowed to hurt her girlfriend is her. 💀

Then let's talk about Vi. Someone pointed out how Vi never cared about Zaun's independence in the first place and many people yelled that they were wrong. But actually, they were right. Vi never wanted Zaun. Zaun was Silco's dream, and Jinx inherited that dream cause Silco would never shut up about it. Vi wanted Piltover to take responsibility for all the shit they allowed to happen in the Undercity. That's a part of the reason she joined up with Caitlyn in the first place. Let's not forget she wasn't dissuaded when she dragged Jayce down to fight with her and he killed a child. Children been dying, it's been her whole life. Someone needed to do something about it, and Zaun would have just isolated the people from all the privileges that Piltover SHOULD have been providing for them. Some people just can't accept that Independence cannot in fact solve every problem, and sometimes independence is colonisers running away from the responsibility of fixing the mess that they started in the first place.

Besides, we all know Vi joined up with the Enforcers because "I feel like I am worthless if I can't be of service." She'd already run out of family members to serve, Caitlyn was the next best thing. She's just like Jayce.

And speaking of Jayce, let's talk about his violent levels of codependency with anyone who'll give him attention. People LOOOOVE to talk about Mel, but it's there with Viktor too. When bro wasn't basing his worth on his inventions, he was centering it around Viktor.

Viktor who decided at some point in his life that he would not LIVE without Jayce. He was fine dying without him, but living without him was unacceptable. Oh how healthy. 🙄😂 Viktor be the kind of toxic ex to threaten divorce 500 times over, then burn the world when you actually leave him. Jayce is no better cause he's the kind of guy to keep going back to his toxic Ex.

Yes, Mel is manipulative. That's what I love about her. How are you guys failing to give this woman the praise of being an outsider in Piltover, but running their entire council. 💀 Girl raises her hand once and the whole government starts spinning. She was the best sugar mummy Jayce and Viktor could ever ask for. She kept the whole city running. Literally the entire of Piltover dancing on her palm. And yes she manipulated Jayce but let's not forget she thought that was a love language. 💀 You wanna be mad at someone, be mad at Ambessa for raising her that way.

I also don't think it's fair to blame her for the Undercity situation, she's not native. Monkey see, monkey do, and not a single one of those Council members actually cared about the situation down there, it was deplorable. 💀 Jayce did way more in his two weeks as Councillor than any of those drug pushing, money laundering, Piltovian heads of government.

And that just covers MelJayVik, we don't even need to get fully into TimeBomb, cause we know what's wrong there. 💀 Surely we have not forgotten the many teammates Jinx has killed, but making sure to never kill Ekko cause that's her man. Ekko has a lot to unpack, like how his consistent and unwavering love for Jinx is an indication of a lot of doors he might not be ready to open. I know they dynamics go crazy and I love to see it.

Ambessa and Sevika are a crack ship but I'm sure we all know bedroom dynamics go crazy with Mrs. Warlord and Miss Liberation. I love it when characters clash in a toxic heap. It's insane and should be explored.

Quit saintifying my toxic ships with your woke morality debates. If you want everyone to be sunshine and rainbows then you should be watching literally anything else. 💀 "It's not healthy." GOOD, I like it that way. 💀 Angst, spice and trauma are the recipe for a plethora of explorative fanfiction. Any of their dynamics can be taken in any toxic direction and I want that EXPLORED.

[tinycoffeeroom]

up the oranges? | max verstappen

face claim: none ᡣ𐭩

request: here !

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y/nstagram bestie won paddock passes to mclaren garage and was gracious enough to let little noob me tag along! up the oranges or whatever she said 🧡

ygfngram it's papaya babe... but thank u for letting me rant about all things f1!! (and thank u for the lando pic i'm gonna be so insufferable from now on) ↳ y/nstagram wdym from now on?? but i enjoyed it! 🫶

user1 y/n and f1?? the crossover we never knew we needed

user2 please say you vlogged it!! ↳ y/nstagram ofc i did 🫶 coming next week!!

landonorris was lovely to meet you guys! :) ♥️ y/nstagram, ybfngram

mclaren if y/n says it's up the oranges, it's up the oranges... you're welcome back anytime 🧡 ↳ y/nstagram sorry best friends.. up the papayas! 🧡

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y/nstagram new vlog out now! the orange (😉) boys explain f1 to me, we take a look around the mclaren garages and a certain world champion sneaks in! link in bio 🧡

landonorris for someone who's never seen an f1 race, you picked it up pretty well! ↳ ybfngram not for lack of trying, she never wants to join my race nights 💔 ↳ y/nstagram next time baby! girls night ❤️

redbullracing we think she'd look better in blue 👀 ↳ maxverstappen1 agreed ↳user2 ARIANA? what are you doing here

mclaren back 🤺 redbull 🤺 back!

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mclaren we must say, orange suits you y/n 🧡

y/nstagram thank you for having me back mclaren! the oranges are safe and sound in my kitchen 🫡 ↳ user1 oranges?? ↳ y/nstagram when i arrived, they had a bowl of oranges waiting for me... humiliating babes...

landonorris the highlight was her peeling oranges for oscar and patting his head like a baby ↳ oscarpiastri didn't see her peeling YOU oranges though 🤨 ↳ y/nstagram that's ybfngram's job xx ↳ ybfngram i would have if SOMEONE would have invited me... ↳ y/nstagram you were literally on another continent grumpy pants ↳ mclaren next time we'll bring some oranges for you ybfngram 🧡 ↳ ybfngram and that's why i'm a papaya girl for life 🧡 ♥️ mclaren, landonorris

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redbullracing it's mr steal your girllll 🎶

mclaren ... y/n how could you do this to us ↳ y/nstagram MCLAREN ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.. you know i love you 🫶 ↳ mclaren save it 💔

landonorris not you too 💔 ybfngram ↳ y/nstagram tbf i did have to physically wrestle the shirt onto her, dw she immediately went back to orange 🧡 ↳ ybfngram lando sweetie... the papaya is in my veins... i was coerced... ↳ landonorris guess i'll have to bring you back to our side of the paddock 😉

maxverstappen1 i was right, she does look better in blue 💙 ↳ user1 back of the line mr verstappen we were simping first ♥️ y/nstagram ↳ y/nstagram free red bulls for life and i'll back the blue ↳ mclaren wtf? ↳ maxverstappen1 consider it done ↳ christianhorner i don't remember agreeing to this max

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y/nstagram alexa play the dutch national anthem 💙

redbullracing our favourite song 💙

user1 did max draw that himself 😭 ↳ maxverstappen1 y/n made it for me!

mclaren y'all are cute or whatever... ↳ y/nstagram still love you mclaren 🧡

scuderiaferrari we spot our charles, maybe red will suit you too y/n ❤️ ↳ y/nstagram if you can get me a ferrari, i'll consider it xx ↳ scuderiaferrari ... let us make some phone calls ↳ maxverstappen1 i will burn it to the ground. ↳ user1 ur so real for that max, fight for your red bull girl! ♥️ maxverstappen1

user2 y/n having all these f1 teams wrapped around her finger... what she deserves

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y/nstagram back at it again with another f1 vid! this time i convinced the red bull gang to do a mukbang with me before mr MV1 zoomed off to win another race! 🫶 link in bio 💙

user1 bro max was so whipped in this video... ↳ user2 TRULY! she had him giggling and kicking his feet the entire vid

user3 how does it feel to watch y/n snatch ur man danielricciardo ↳ danielricciardo he used to giggle and tuck his hair behind his ears like that with me 💔 come home max, the kids miss you x ↳ maxverstappen1 fuck them kids

redbullracing poor checo thirdwheeling again... ↳ schecoperez to be honest i checked out halfway through ↳ y/nstagram nooo checo my king im sorry 💔 next time it will be just us two 💙 ↳ maxverstappen1 not if i have anything to do with it

user4 WHIPPED ♥️ maxverstappen1

mclaren is this what it feels like to be cheated on? 💔 ↳ y/nstagram my hearts big enough for both orange and blue 🧡💙

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redbullracing yo bro who got you smiling like that...

user1 red bull soft launching their drivers relationship?? admin on a scale of 1 to 10 how fired are you ↳ redbullracing i am declining all of christians calls... ↳ christianhorner see you at work monday. ↳ redbullracing oh its so over

maxverstappen1 can't believe red bull admin beat us to it y/nstagram 💔 ↳ y/nstagram aaand i guess that was the hard launch

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y/nstagram so here's my bf(?) i guess... thanks redbullracing

danielricciardo stealing the second image thanks! ↳ y/nstagram 🫡

maxverstappen1 you couldn't have made it cute ↳ y/nstagram just showing your true personality babe x

maxverstappen1 love you or whatever 🙄 ♥️ y/nstagram

user1 she's so real for these pics

redbullracing if it makes you feel better i did nearly lose my job ↳ user1 we got your back admin ❤️

user2 the first pic should be framed and hung in the louvre ♥️ y/nstagram, maxverstappen1

user3 why the ? by bf ??? ↳ y/nstagram we never really made it official?? red bull did it for us i guess hahaha ↳ maxverstappen1 oh make no mistake, you're mine ❤️ ♥️ redbullracing, y/nstagram

[dingdawny]

Sorry for the paragraphs of tags but... I like pokemon.... smiles insanely

Drop your headcanons for MCSM partner Pokémon here!

Reblog or comment, do whatever you like! I want to see the variation of what people think characters’ partners should be. (This definitely isn’t because I’m considering doing a Pokémon Story Mode AU…)

Jesse - Pikachu (I know it’s basic) Olivia - Tinkaton Ivor - Malamar Gabriel - Charizard or Aegislash

[tacticaldiary]

Can you do a fic where reader and simon are kidnapped and simon has to watch reader be tortured and creeped on by their kidnapper for information.Happy endibg with them being rescued.Ignore if it makes you uncomfortable :)

Captured In Tandem

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Content Warning: Torture, Men being creepy, mentions of sexual assault

"I'll give you a choice." He says, cocking the gun. "Shall I put a bullet through you, or her?"

He's been trained to keep his mouth shut, taught himself from enough pain to span a lifetime, but never did he fathom she'd be dragged into it with him. It's unforgivable.

Masterlist, Part 2

A/N: This is literally one of my favourite tropes-

The first thing he registers is the pounding in his head. Squeezing his eyes shut, Ghost claws his way back to consciousness, sluggish mind attempting to click the pieces swimming in his head together into a cohesive narrative.

He was asleep...no, he was unconscious. Why? Ghost doesn't open his eyes for a moment, gathering his bearings. His senses snap to him quickly. The metallic smell of blood, the scent of gunpowder. The hard wood under him...a wooden chair? He exhales sharply, charting the sharp stinging in his side.

Injured.

He can't move his hands, ropes digging into the skin above his gloves. Once he's grasped back his control, steadied his breathing into something calm and acceptable, he takes a second to listen. There's nothing but the steady dripping of what he assumes is water on the floor. A pipe?

He's cold. His hands are freezing and so is his face-

His face?

Ghost's eyes snap open at the realisation.

His mask was gone, ripped off and on the floor by his feet. He's tied to a chair. He doubts he'd have gotten such a warm welcome if he was back at base right now, so where...?

An RPG, he suddenly remembers, a sour taste in the back of his throat. They had been on an OP with Price, the team had been split into two, sent to clear out a building on the outskirts of the city, tasked to meet in the middle.

An unaccounted armed squad had aimed at them with an RPG. Ghost remembers barking out an order to his partner, shoving her roughly out of the way behind a beat up car. The rocket hit the car, igniting the engine causing it to explode, the both of them thrown back against the brick wall behind them and-

Her.

His blood runs cold at the sound of a small groan from in front of him.

Shit.

Slowly, he raises his head and his stomach drops at the sight of her opposite to him in the same state.

Shit. No, this was all wrong. The RPG must have knocked them both out. They'd been captured.

"Fuck, my head." She groans, blinking herself awake. Like him, he can tell she's charting up the extent of her injuries, piecing together the events leading up to their capture.

Price would find them soon. They can't have hauled them too far away under the threat of them waking up mid transportation.

"Sleep well?" He rasps, watching her still, head snapping up to look at him.

"Best I've ever had." She responds dryly, looking him up and down. Her eyes linger on the dried blood staining his shoulder. It's a miracle the both of them ended up as unscathed as they did. Only bruises and scrapes, miraculously. She yanks on her bindings, scowling when they don't budge. Ghost can see the angry red marks around her wrists, the same as his. "We're in for a treat, huh?" She laughs humourlessly, leaning back in her chair. "Don't suppose you keep any knives hidden in your sleeves, L.T?" Half joking. She wouldn't be surprised if he did.

"Can't feel 'em." He grunts. "Must have searched us."

Of course they did.

She shifts in her seat, hating the idea of hands touching and probing at her when she's not awake to bat them away. Ghost would be just as, if not more uncomfortable with the thought, if the angry furrow in his brow is anything to interpret.

Voices. Footsteps. Both of them go rigid in their chairs, eyes snapping to the other. No words are exchanged, but a slight raise of the chin from her. They would not break.

She knows exactly what's to come for them for the next however long it took for their team to retrieve them. She's been through this before, been trained for it, seen it happen, hell she's even participated on being the one not in the chair.

They wouldn't break. The knowledge they have could compromise more than just their current operations. Ghost acknowledges the shaky exhale she lets out, casts her an unreadable look before the door swings open behind him, his eyes turning cold once more.

If she notes the tension in his shoulders, she doesn't mention it.

Three men walk into the room, mumbling under their breath. Russian. A quick glance to confirm the other caught it.

The thing with the both of them is that they worked better together than anybody else in the team. Working in tandem, information exchanged with just a glance, seemingly in tune with every thought and movement of the other. It's why they were almost always paired together.

"Some of the best your the military has to offer, you are.." He smiles, flicking through the file. "It seems I have struck a goldmine." The file snaps shut, is handed off the someone else.

She hopes the motherfucker gets a nasty papercut.

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They come twice a day. Once for him, once for her.

Ghost keeps his mouth shut, isn't surprised when she does as well. The both of them have been trained for situations like this, have both gone through a lot of shit that renders them capable of handling it.

It's her that he hasn't been trained to account for.

Ghost had only jeered at the men that interrogated him. Drenched after being waterboarded, bloody from being cut and beat, he had not given them a single thing to work with, taking what they threw at him with a calm, strong, cool exterior.

It was when they turned to her that he felt that crack.

Every knife turned against her, every crack of her bones, each small sound of pain that left her had an anger he'd never felt before bubble up inside him. Glaring death into the people who lay their hands on her as they questioned her, he stayed silent, unmoving as they put her through the same routine as him.

"Not long before they find us now." She'd said hoarsely after the second day. They'd just left them after being unsuccessful in loosening their tongues. Again. He takes in how her arm bends at a strange angle (He'd never forget the scream that teared out of her throat when they snapped it in half), the cuts dripping blood onto the floor and on her tattered clothes (Each one he'd pay back tenfold, he swears), and the exhaustion lining her face the same way he's sure he looks.

Being unmasked...it makes him more on edge than usual.

It's nothing she'd never seen before. She'd touched his bare face countless times, mumbled promises and declarations they had no business making against his lips at night. It had always been in private, shielded from the eyes of others. Now, out in the open, he was more aware of his reactions than ever before, refusing to let out any reaction except for the occasional grunt of pain.

"They're sure taking their damn time." He spits out.

"Gonna give them an earful when I get back." She cough, watery. Ghost's eyes widen when blood splatters to the floor. "Shit." She breathes, inhaling shakily.

Internal bleeding. A telltale sign.

He yanks against his bindings for the hundredth time. Nothing changes aside from more blood trickling down his torn open skin.

"Don't think about it." He orders. "Look here." When she doesn't listen, just blinking at the blood she coughed up as if in a trance, he repeats himself roughly, drawing her attention.

"Right here. Keep your eyes on me." He commands, and it's all she can do to let instinct take over and listen to his low voice. "That's it, love. Good."

She opens her mouth. Shuts it. Swallows dryly and tries again. "If I-"

"Shut up."

"Ghost." She says weakly, "It's a possibility, and if-"

"I told you to shut up." He hisses, fixing her with a glare.

She was in a much worse state than him. Far bloodier. They were rougher with her, thinking she'd be the first one to break, to concede under pain and answer their questions.

Safehouses, plans, locations, inner workings. The intel they stole a month ago. They wanted to know answers that neither of them would ever give them.

The door swings open. The man from the first day walks in, in crisp clothes, wrinkling his nose and the sight of them.

The sight makes Ghost pause. He was in charge here, clearly. This kind of work wasn't normally put on people like that, which meant that things were getting serious. Something had sparked urgency in them if they were seeing this guy. Something had changed.

The 141.

As if on cue, there's the distant sound of gunfire, and the building trembles slightly, dust cracking down from the ceiling. It's ignored by the man completely.

"Admirable, you are." He addresses them. "But I'm afraid there's not time for a soldier's pride during war." They stiffen when he pulls out a revolver from his pocket, clicking open the empty chamber. "I require answers. Call it compensation for what was stolen from me. I don't think you understand that I will get my way in the end. By whatever means necessary."

A single bullet. Loaded into the chamber. Ghost follows the movement with his eyes.

"I'll give you a final chance to be cooperative before I give you a choice." The Russian says evenly, looking at them both in turn.

"Go to hell." Ghost drawls. In his bloodied, beaten state, weak from blood loss and in a disarray from being tortured, he seems to look even more intimidating than usual.

The man sighs deeply. He clicks the chamber shut.

He aims at her and fires.

She barely has the chance to tense before a click fills the room. Nothing. It's when he turns the gun to Ghost that her breath catches in her throat, panic clawing it's way up and through her veins.

Ghost does not flinch. Does not wince or react, merely holds her gaze calmly, in that reassuring steady way he always has.

Click. Nothing.

He continues moving back and forth between them until there's only one chamber left. An undeniable bullet inside. The man turns to Ghost, a smile on his face.

"The choice you have, my friend, is which one of you I put this bullet through."

Ghost visibly stiffens in his chair, fixes him with a scathing stare.

"If you refuse to answer, I have no issue shooting you both." He says evenly, weighing the revolver in his hands. "So who will it be? You, or your lady?" He points the gun back and forth, her heart in her throat.

Me. She thinks. Pick me. The thought of him taking that bullet when there's a choice for her to instead makes her sick.

But it's Ghost. And he's selfless in the most annoying of ways.

"Me." He says tightly, the words forced out and full of venom.

The Russian grins, pleased, raising the gun. She's about to yell at him, tell him to shoot her instead-

She doesn't have to.

The gun turns to her, fires, and pain explodes in her right thigh, wrenching out a scream from between her clenched teeth as she doubles over. Her vision goes black for a second and she can't breathe.

Yelling. There's yelling over the ringing in her ears. Ghost shouts profanities at the man, threats and growls as his chair scrapes against the floor at his attempts to get loose.

He breaks.

The Russian simply laughs, tucking his gun away.

Where the fuck were they? Where were the others? The team? They were close, that much was obvious, so why the fuck weren't they here yet, then?

She gasps when her head is wretched back painfully by her hair, pain thrumming through her like sharp needles as she's forced to straighten up. It hurts, fuck, it hurts worse accompanied with every other goddamn thing wrong with her right now.

"You just couldn't seem to stop looking at her. I thought It'd be more of an incentive to loosen your tongue." He chuckles at Ghost's fury.

"They won't find your body." He hisses, low and threatening, eyes wild. "I'll make sure you're in so many pieces you-"

"I understand why, though." He continues on like Ghost isn't threatening great bodily harm on him. "She's quite the beaty isn't she? Even under all that gore...so easy on the eyes."

She had taken beating after beating. Cracked ribs, cuts and bruises, waterboarding and being prodded with a hot poker, but this? The lecherous way he looks her up and down, yanks he head back farther to expose her neck? It makes her blood run cold, her heart stop.

His breath fans across her face, acrid and disgusting. A choked sob tears out of her lips when his hand trails up her body, grabbing and yanking and pulling in places he has no right to touch. Her head spins from the bullet wound and the pain, and it takes a lot to gather her thoughts.

"Motherfucker-" Ghost snarls.

"I know you're bad at sharing but you wouldn't mind if I had a taste, would you?" He croons at Ghost, who jolts in his chair, pulling at his bleeding broken skin to get loose. "Not that you can do much but watch." He laughs.

This, she would not let happen. She would not let him take something that was hers and hers alone to give to whomever she decided. When he leans down farther, she gathers all her remaining strength and rears her head back, smashing it into his nose.

The satisfying crunch of bone and yell of pain makes it all worth it, draws a smile from her, even if his blood splatters the side of her face.

"Bitch." He spits out. A hand cracks across her face so hard black spots float over her vision. She cries out as it jostles her leg, her broken arm, all her cuts and and he ribs. Before she can gather her bearings, a searing pain pierces through her side, the Russian's knife driving straight into her flesh. She can't help the choked scream that leaves her, hears the way Ghost shouts, his struggling intensifying.

He wretches her out of the chair, shoves her to the floor. Tears track down her bloodied cheeks, not out of fear, but out of pure pain and anger. Disgust, pain and rage is what she feels when the Russian straddles her hips, keeping a hand on her broken arm to keep her down. His other one wraps around her neck, squeezing roughly to cut off her air.

"Answer my questions." He seethes at Ghost. "Your safehouses, the intel you fucking stole from us. Where are they!? Tell me or you'll see this pretty thing die." As if to prove his point, he squeezes harder, making her choke.

Ghost spits out threats that would make any normal man quiver. He would rip this man apart. Rip into him slowly with all his knives, prolong it as much as he could. Days, maybe even weeks. He deserved to die by his hands for what he's done to her, for touching someone so wholly and utterly his. Every single cut he'd return tenfold, twice as deep.

Part of her wants to succumb to the darkness edging her vision, but she's afraid if she does she might never wake up. She couldn't die. Not here, not like this. Ghost...Simon would blame himself, she knows it. He'd replay it over and over again, wonder if he could have done anything to prevent it.

"Get the fuck off of her!" He seethes. Seeing her under him, red in the face and bleeding, dying makes panic tear through him, a horrible desperate feeling he can't help but succumb to. She wasn't going to die, he wouldn't allow it.

Not her. Not her. Anyone but her. Take me instead.

The world was fucking cruel.

The past year had been the best of his life. The lightest, the most at peace he'd ever felt. Loving her came easily, naturally. Something he couldn't help even when he tried to push her away.

Her eyes catch Ghost's. His are desperate and frantic in a way she's never seen before. That...that was panic. But that couldn't be right because Ghost? He didn't panic. He planned and adapted, got angry and was calm. Panicking? She'd never seen it before.

Fuck. She wasn't going to die. She...was, wasn't she? Already, her vision was slipping away, her hearing going muffled. No. No, this isn't it. Not here, not like this.

If she died, Simon might, as well, and she loved him to much to leave him in a situation like this.

Clenching her jaw, she blindly reaches her bound hands to her side. When her fingers brush against the hilt of the dagger inside her flesh, she pauses.

It was the only thing keeping her from bleeding out faster than her bullet wound was already doing...

She yanks it out with all the strength she has left, slams it into the throat of the man above her. He's too busy with Ghost to chart her up as a threat. The way his eyes bug out of his head as he releases her throat in favour of clutching his own has a sob ripping through her mangled throat as she gasps in greedy gulps of air.

She shoves the man off her and in movements wild and jerky, climbs on top of him switching their positions. Ripping the knife out of his throat, she yells a broken shout as she brings it down over his chest. Then his shoulder, his neck. His chest. Over and over again, tears blurring her vision, adrenaline making her shaky, she drives the knife into him again and again thinking about nothing but killing him, taking his life so he couldn't take theirs, so she could feel her skin stop itching from the way she was touched.

"-dead, he's dead!" A voice floats to her, far, far away.

A name...her name. Her movements slow down as she recognises Ghost's voice calling out at her. Confused, disorientated, she glances over her shoulder, pausing, chest heaving.

"You're alright, sweetheart." He says, his eyes a fraction wider than usual. "Here, look at me. Right here, love." He waits till she drags her gaze up. "He's dead. It's enough."

Enough.

The word cracks something in her, the knife clattering onto the stone floor and she looks down at the bloody, unrecognisable mess under her. Scrambling off of him, she leans over and vomits up bile; acrid and burning her throat as it comes out. A strangled sob leaves her as she finishes, realising the sheer amount of blood on her. Her hand shakily goes to her side, comes back bloody in a way that makes her head spin.

"Grab the knife." Ghost urges, looking ready to try to snap the chair under him himself to reach her. "Can you do that for me? Pass me that knife." When she doesn't respond the way he wants, Ghost takes in a shaky breath and repeats himself, voice hard.

"Sergeant. The knife." He commands, low and deep and urgent.

Still a soldier despite her trembling, her body reacts to the order automatically, head clearing. Swallowing, she moves slowly, agonisingly to reach the knife.

"You're doing good." Ghost praises when she drops the knife for the second time from her shaky fingers. "Bring it here."

The moment the knife reaches his fingertips, he cuts through his bonds, kneeling in front of her, cutting hers off too. "I've got you." He murmurs, pulling her close, laying her over his lap as gently as he can as he looks over her. He doesn't really need to, it's more instinct to do so. Ghost was watching her the entire time. He knows the location of every single one of her injuries.

Swearing under his breath, he leans over, roughly rips part of the dead man's shirt off, bunching it up and pressing it against each of her two wounds. She whimpers, a strangled sound that makes him clench his jaw in rage and worry.

"I know it hurts." He consoles her while he secures another part of the shirt around the wounds. "You did well, it's over now." Mindless talk. He just needed to keep her awake.

Her hand closes over his, stilling him as he ties the final knot.

"'m sorry." She breaths, shallow and short. "Can't...Just go." She shoves weakly at his shoulder, and the incredulous, angry look Simon gives her would have been funny if everything wasn't on fire inside her.

"I'm not fucking leaving you, you dolt." He snaps, slowly pulling her up so she's sitting. The way she bites her lip hard to keep in the whine of pain doesn't escape him. "Easy." He says, supporting her despite his own screaming ribs. His left leg was mangled up, ankle dislocated so Ghost doubts he'd be walking with her out of here.

It was too risky. They could run into someone armed, and at such a disadvantage...no, it was better to stay here and wait for the others to show up.

Her eyes flutter, panic slams into him.

"None of that." He demands, prodding her forehead to make her focus. "Keep those pretty eyes on me, love."

A small huff from her that might have been a laugh sends her into a harsh coughing fit. "'m trying Simon." She whispers, words slur.

"Try harder." He squeezes her closer to him, keeping an ear out for footsteps.

"So hard to please." Barely a whisper. "You...you're okay?"

"Christ, woman," he huffs, leaning down to press his lips against her bloody forehead. "I'm better off than you."

A slight smile, her eyes fluttering shut. The loose grip she'd had on Ghost's vest slackens. His bloods turns to ice.

"Hey." He tries, calls out her name. "Hey!" He yells it this time, shakes her gently. Then rougher when she doesn't wake up, breath stuck in his throat. No. No, she was still breathing, he chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

This wouldn't work. Ghost steels himself and stands up, gritting his teeth at the pain that radiates up his leg into his whole body. Ignoring it, he hauls her up in his arms, stumbles slightly.

Staying here wasn't an option anymore, not when she was unconscious, not when the small puffs of breath against his neck could stop at any moment, not when he could lose her.

Gripping onto the small bloody knife, he limps towards the door, pushes it open without hesitation.

He'd walk for a mile like this if it meant he'd get to hear her laugh again. Fuck his own injures, her wellbeing was more important. Ghost moves the knife between his teeth, bone clacking against metal, metallic blood on his tongue. Hiking her up more securely, he starts down the hall, intending to find his team before they found him.

He'd die before he ever let her bleed out on his watch.

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Her hearing comes to her first. Muffled, but still present. Under the dark haze of sleep, she hears muffled noises. The steady beeping of a machine, the rustling of bedsheets nearby. A voice talking int he distance, something she's unable to make out.

It takes too much out of her. Her mind is sluggish, thinking is hard, so sinking back into the arms of whatever is pulling her down is easier. Painless.

The second time her sense of touch returns.

Someone's holding her hand. Rough, calloused fingers, running up and down her palm, soothing gestures than accompany the beeping that she realises is a heart monitor. The familiar pressure, the roughness of those hands, the soothing movements...it lulls her back to sleep almost immediately.

The third time is quick.

Her sight returns last, One moment she's seeing darkness, the next she's blinking up at white florescent lights, the clean scent of hospital waking her up. What...?

Pushing herself up, a gasp tears out of her throat when she finds herself unable to move. Blinking and looking down, she swallows as she sees herself.

Covered in bandages, a cast around her arm. Heavy wrapping around her thigh and chest. All of her is stiff and achy. It all comes back to her in a rush.

The chair. The ropes. The bullets and beatings.

The blood.

Her stomach lurches at the memories. Simon? Where was Simon? He made it out, right? What if-

Her mind immediately settles down when she spots him. Ghost lays on the hospital bed next to hers, eyes shut, chest steadily rising up and down. Relief slams into her so hard tears prick her eyes. They made it out. Both of them. For a moment she thought...

The need to be near him, to touch him, to make sure he's real wins over her desire to stay put and ward of any discomfort. Her second attempt at moving is successful, only because of the strong pain meds dulling the edge of pain she's feeling.

Slowly, she pulls herself to the edge of the hospital bed, gingerly lowering herself onto the ground. She gasps when her leg protests, the one she was shot in. Testing her weight, she glances desperately at Simon, still sleeping. She needed him, needed to touch him, to feel him under her hands, solid and real.

She uses the walls to support her, shuffling over until she's in front of his bed. After taking a moment to gather herself and breathe, she reaches out with a shaky hand, places it on his cheek. Her throat closes at the feeling of his warm skin.

Ghost being Ghost wakes up instantly at the touch. Eyes snapping open, instantly alert even when just waking up.

Relief fills his face, something so powerful it makes a small sound push past her lips, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. "You're okay." She whispers, hoarse from not talking.

"You shouldn't be up." He responds, propping himself up with a wince she doesn't miss. He frowns at the way she trembles, looking her up and down slowly.

"I just..." She brings a hand up to wipe off her tears. "Sorry if I woke you." A watery chuckle. "Just needed to make sure, you know?"

"I do." He admits. Ghost's hand slips up her uninjured arm, guiding her onto the bed with him until she's laying down. A long, shaky exhale pushes itself out of her as she lays her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, quicker than usual but still steady soothes her instantly. He was familiar, the dips in his body, the hard muscle and those arms. It was so achingly familiar she wanted to cry.

Having her here, having her in her arms and holding her...it was almost too much to bear. Ghost had never felt relief like this.

11 days.

11 days she hadn't woken up, each one made him more irritable, restless, snappy. He was ordered to stay in bed, but he got out of it every night to sit next to her, holding her hand, just silently watching over her. 11 days was plenty of time for him to think, to run through everything he did to figure out a way he could have prevented this.

It was plenty of time to realise that he'd never take her for granted, even if there was a gun to his head.

He'd carried her all the way out of the building until he'd spotted Gaz. The poor bloke had done a double take at them, shouted something frantically in his comms and ran at them.

Ghost had forced himself to stay awake as the others arrived, forced himself to make sure she got the care she needed, sat awake with the the entire time on the heli, until they got to the hospital. Only then had he let himself get checked over and crashed hard, exhausted in a way that ran deep into his bones.

"I'm glad you're okay." He says quietly into her hair, strong arms pulling her close, their bodies intertwined.

"Are you sure this is okay?" She asks, though the way she sinks into him says she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. "Don't want to accidently hurt you or reopen anything."

"You're worse off than me, I think I should be the one worrying about that." He responds, rubbing small circles on her waist. Soothing. Calming.

"I'll always worry." She mumbles against his chest, already feeling sleep pulling her in.

"Your downfall." He huffs, pressing his lips to her forehead for a long moment. "Thought I lost you." The admission is something vulnerable, real. Painful.

"Rather me than you." She responds, eyes slipping shut.

"Say that again and see where it lands you." He grumbles, arms tightening around her. Being as helpless as he was in that situation wasn't something he'd ever forget. Having to sit there, watch those bastards touch her, hurt her, forcing himself to look impassive and cold. Unreacting.

It had been a worse torture than any of their knives.

The second he was cleared to leave the medbay, he was going on a nice little trip back. He'd retrace his steps, get Price to get him the name of every. Single. Motherfucker that had been in the building that day.

Every single one would meet a fate worse than death itself could present them with.

They'd pray for the reaper before Ghost was done with them. He'd make them beg, draw out every single scrape they left on her until they begged to be spared. Only then would Ghost let them bleed out, nice and slow. Maybe he'd even do it one at a time, make the others watch.

They're dark thoughts, but the fury that had been boiling inside him for the past two weeks needed to an outlet, and what better place than the very bastards that had dared to lay their hands on her? The thought pacifies him for now.

He's assured his revenge, but she's more important than anything like that could ever be to him.

"I'm sorry I scared you. You can't get rid of me that easy, though. Thought you knew that by now." Completely unfazed by his threat.

"I wouldn't want to." He assures her, rolling his eyes. "It'd be a bloody shame to lose someone like you, love."

It makes her smile against him, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. Safe. She was safe here.

It doesn't take long before she's drifted off again, securely in his arms.

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Part 2

(09/07/2023)

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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Nine - Flying

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Y/N and Milo arrived at Daniel's house in the early hours of the morning. She had a small suitcase, lightly packed with her clothes, and an even smaller one for Milo.

Milo wore the AlphaTauri hat as they waited outside of the house. He was jumping on the spot, one hand held in his mothers and the other holding his small suitcase. "Momma, I can't wait!" He cheered and Y/N squeezed his hands.

It was a hard decision. Y/N hadn't agreed to this while completely sober. But Y/N spoke to her boss about taking a few vacation days and left everything for Daniel to organise (per his request).

It was the Miami Grand Prix. Daniel had spoken to somebody to get Y/N a pass and somewhere for her and Milo to sleep. She hadn't told anybody that they were coming with him; it was going to be a surprise.

Dressed comfortably for travelling, Daniel pulled open the door. This time he wasn't wearing a cap, and Y/N could see his curls. His lovely curls. "Hi Milo," he said and held out his fist.

Milo bumped his fist against his as he walked past him, into the house. "Olivia's in her bedroom!" Daniel called after him. Milo dropped his hold of his bag and started up the stairs, heading towards Olivia's bedroom.

Y/N followed Milo inside. "Hey," she said and greeted Daniel with a hug. "Are we heading off soon?"

"Just having a coffee and then yeah," he said and pushed the door shut behind her.

She left her suitcase by the door (dragging Milo's back over to hers) and followed Daniel into the kitchen. He used his coffee machine to make Y/N a drink and leaned against the island as they drank. "Thank you so much for this," she said as she held the mug in both hands. "Milo is so excited that he might literally explode."

Daniel smiled. That was why he was doing this, because Milo would love it. Sure, it was going to be so freaking cool to have Y/N there, but that would have been selfish of him.

They made idle conversation as they drank their coffees. As soon as they were finished, Y/N and Daniel loaded their bags into the car. They went upstairs to grab the kids, Daniel helping Olivia finish with packing her bags as Y/N adjusted Milo's cap on his head and picked him up.

Before they knew it they were on the road, Daniel singing along to his music as Y/N bounced her leg nervously. In the back of the car, Milo and Olivia watched a movie on an iPad.

Y/N knew Daniel was rich. She knew he was famous, too, had seen the crowds at the race that she'd watched on the television. But she'd never expected him to be private jet rich and famous.

It wasn't his private jet, instead one he rented from a company. But he didn't fail to inform her that his friend Max had his own.

It was Milo's first time flying, and he was terrified. Olivia had been telling him all about take off, and that was enough to have him crawling into his mothers lap the moment they were sat on the plane.

"Oh Munchkin," she whispered as she smoothed down his hair. She would have gone to get his favourite teddy bear for him, to try and comfort him, but the bear was stuff down into the deep recesses of her bag, inaccessible for the time being. "It's okay. Momma's got you."

Olivia had been flying for her entire life. She was used to it; it no longer phased her. For this flight, she'd been looking forward to sitting beside her best friend, watching movies with him as they took off across the world. But she couldn't do that for the time being, so she sat in her fathers lap, holding onto Snuffles, her bunny teddy.

As they got onto the runway, and Milo was in near hysterics, Daniel whispered something in Olivia's ear. "But daddy," she mumbled and Daniel held his finger to his lip. Olivia let out a little huff and adjusted how she was sitting to be facing Milo.

She leaned over and tapped on his shoulder. Milo didn't pull his face away from his mothers shoulder, but he turned to face her, ears staining his cheeks. "Here," Olivia said, handing Snuffles to him.

Hesitantly, Milo reached for Snuffles. He took him from Olivia and pulled him into his chest. "What do we say, Milo?" Y/N asked gently.

"Thank you," Milo whispered, squeezing Snuffles even tighter.

They took off and Milo continued to cry, but he kept squeezing Snuffles. Before he knew it they were in the air, flying smoothly. Milo pulled away from his mother and Olivia hopped out of her fathers lap. They found their own seats and Daniel brought over Olivia's iPad for the two of them to watch a movie.

"I can't believe Milo's never flown before," Daniel said to Y/N as they sipped their drinks.

Y/N looked past him, her guilty face turned towards the window of the sleek private plane. "Yeah? Well, we've never been able to afford it before. But that was really kind of Olivia to give up her teddy."

Daniel smiled at that. His little girl really was special. "Now, you've got this entire journal to tell me everything about Formula One," she said as she leaned back in her seat.

It was a challenge, one Daniel happily took on. He didn't explain everything, of course - there wasn't enough time for that. He told her as much as she could, and only as much as she needed to know.

"Make sure you're rooting for the number three car, because that's me," he said.

She knew that one, knew she was supposed to be rooting for Daniels car.

"It's a street circuit," he explained. "Which means it uses public roads. But this one is a little different. It is a street circuit, but it uses roads from around the stadium in Miami. I'll take you and Milo to a real street circuit one day," he said, but that last part was rather quiet.

"Okay so I know about the track, I know what the teams are, kind of, and I know who to root for. Who are Milo and I not supposed to root for?" She asked, stretching her legs out in front of her.

"Everybody else," Daniel answered, but he had an inflection to his voice, signalling it was a joke.

Y/N just laughed along with him. He launched into telling her all about the Grand Prix that the USA hosted, from the Miami Grand Prix, to the Vegas Grand Prix and the Circuit of the Americas. "That's my favourite of them all," he said. "I have a house out there, but I haven't been in a while," he explained. "It's hard when Olivia's mother refuses to let me have more than a week with her."

"Hang on," Y/N began. "How many houses do you have?"

Daniel launched into another explanation. And then he promised to take her to his place in Monaco at some point.

"That would be lovely," she said as she sipped her drink.

She looked past him again, looking towards the window. Around them was clouds, but they were beautiful. Y/N couldn't stop herself from getting out of her chair and walking over to the window, getting onto her knees to look out of it.

"Here," Daniel said as he scooted over in his seat, leaving a space for her.

Y/N gladly took the seat. She was half on the seat and half on his lap, but neither of them seemed to mind. Daniel had his arm wrapped around her, but only because that was the most comfortable way for him to sit.

"Thank you for this," she muttered once again as she leaned back, resting against his shoulder.

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[astonmartinii]

ballad of lovebirds and puppy dogs | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem actress!reader

face claim: rachel zegler

everyone is a hunger games fan, even if you say you're not a hunger games fan you are. this includes lando norris.

based on this request: could you please do a lando norris smau with rachel zegler as the fc!! where the ballad of songbirds and snakes recently came out, twitter could be freaking out over it, and then someone spots her with lando or something!! take it from there queen that’s just my like base plot‼️‼️ - @inejghafawifesblog

MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI?

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yourusername: kinda have a movie coming out, have yall seen it?

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user1: ANNOUNCE RELATIONSHIP NOW

user2: friendships can exist between men and women you know?

user3: look at her holding his arm though that shit ain't platonic

hunterschafer: my favourite girl in the whole world

yourusername: that's crazy because you're my favourite girl in the whole world too

hunterschafer: crazy when that happens huh

tomblyth: does that mean i'm your favourite man in the whole world

yourusername: my lawyer said i can't answer this question

tomblyth: god you get a boyfriend and all of a sudden i don't mean shit

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tomblyth: does our frolicks in the woods mean nothing to you?

user4: WE SAW THAT GRANDPA

user5: sooooo. there is a man.

user6: and it's not tom :( so disappointing their chemistry was insane

user7: babe that's called acting

user8: lando norris in the likes i knew my man had TASTE

user9: i knew there was a reason i liked that man

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f1gossipandtea: lando norris was spotted multiple times out in monaco with y/n y/ln !! this comes after his appearance at the premiere of her new film the ballad of songbirds and snakes. do you think they're a cute couple?

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user15: try not to say parents challenge (impossible)

user16: has someone looked into my brain and pulled out my dream threesome and made them a couple

user17: i need them to give me a chance for real

user18: i am defo anti-paparazzi but thank you for these absolute gems xx

user19: those motherfuckers must've been camped out cause literally got the whole itinerary

user20: this feels like such a random couple but after watching the BTS of tbosas they defo have very similar personalities

user21: i did a lil bit of sleuthing and tom has posts of him at races? so do we think he suggested lando? or showed him to y/n?

user22: i also had a wee look and y/n follows basically all of the grid and a couple of the retired drivers so that tells me she likes the sport? like if she just liked lando surely she'd only follow him and maybe some of his friends?

user23: so like my vision is y/n y/ln either performing or singing the national anthem at one of the american races

user24: someone get this gal in the fia stat

user25: who is this girl? she's too irrelevant for lando ...

user26: and who are YOU? he's not going to pick you girly

user27: she's in the top film in the world for weeks now ... let's not be silly

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landonorris: what the paps didn't get ...

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user28: screaming, crying, throwing up i did not know i needed this so much

user29: i am so unwell this is so cute

user30: i was so on the y/n and tom train but i am happy to say it has been hijacked by lando

yourusername: paps didn't get our good angles :(

landonorris: i'd like to keep the best angles to ourselves

yourusername: no for real, for MY eyes only

maxfewtrell: god you people are obnoxious...

landonorris: you literally told me to stop complaining about being lonely and now i'm being attacked 🤨

maxfewtrell: NOT LIKE THIS THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE

yourusername: fuck them kids

landonorris: what y/n said

danielricciardo: free enchante promotion, y/n you're invited to my wedding

yourusername: the girlfriend effect x enchante goes crazy tbf

landonorris: are you saying i didn't dress well?

yourusername: you either didn't dress well or can't pack for shit you came to GEORGIA IN THE SUMMER WITH A SUITCASE FULL OF HOODIES

landonorris: but that's my brand :(

georgerussell63: the twitch quartet formally announce our disappointment about finding out about this relationship via @f1gossipandtea, we expect a big apology and perhaps and visit from tom

tomblyth: i am THERE

yourusername: eh i think that's on lando .... but real question is who follows @f1gossipandtea

georgerussell63: me duh, i need to check for potential GDPA incidents

alexalbon: i also follow it 👍 no real reason i just like the drama thanks @charles_leclerc and @carlossainz55

yourusername: LMAO

charles_leclerc: i am disappointed in you lando. ALEX WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN

carlossainz55: ???

landonorris: lol would you have even believed me ?

georgerussell63: no

alexalbon: no

charles_leclerc: no

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yourusername: some cheeky behind the scenes pics, including lando demanding to be pampered while i was in hair and make up

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user31: i hope lando can fight (i have brass knuckles on, sorry not sorry)

landonorris: UMMMM ???

yourusername: soz babe they're just passionate

user32: HE WAS ON SET? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING?

landonorris: how dare you !! the makeup girlies LOVE ME

yourusername: sure, if that's what you wanna believe

landonorris: they liked me better than you they said so :p

yourusername: they were just being nice i told them you're fragile

landonorris: i am NOT FRAGILE I AM SOFT THERE IS A DIFFERENCE

user33: okay now i get them 100%

maxverstappen1: so this is why you didn't play fifa with me 🤨

oscarpiastri: so this is why you abandoned me at the airport 🤨

danielricciardo: so this is why you blocked me after i called you seven times in a row it was an emergency you ASSHOLE 🤨

carlossainz55: so this is why you've ditched golf dates the last couple months 🤨

alexalbon: so this is why you didn't come to watch tbosas with me and lily 🤨

georgerussell63: so this is why the GDPA chat was muted on your phone 🤨

yourusername: i ain't reading alla that, i'm happy for you or i'm sorry that happened, i'll see you all in the parking lot at the vegas gp

landonorris: ...sorry?

user34: Y/N IS GOING TO THE VEGAS GP?

maxfewtrell: actually could you have him more often?

landonorris: AHAHAHAA :(

yourusername: gladly :)

landonorris: :)

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f1: lando's new helmet for vegas... we wonder where this inspiration came from?

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user38: IS THAT A BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES HELMET

user39: maybe men do deserve rights

landonorris: the ballad of songbirds and snakes is out in cinemas everywhere now !!

yourusername: i knew they should've given you a cameo

landonorris: THERE WAS A CHANCE OF THAT?

yourusername: no, but it would've been funny tho

landonorris: don't get me excited like that :(

danielricciardo: maybe you could have a cameo in snow white, you are what the kids call a short king... sorry

yourusername: LMAO

landonorris: can we stop bullying me on my special post :(

yourusername: sorry babe, i love you and i love your helmet, thank you xxx

landonorris: THANK YOU :)))))

maxverstappen1: so you're telling me i sat through whatever the fuck that opening ceremony was when you could've had y/n perform the whole time?

yourusername: new agent incoming?

landonorris: I KNEW YOU WATCHED THE FILM

maxverstappen1: i am a supportive friend?

landonorris: you didn't even know her?

maxverstappen1: i saw you at the premiere, went through your instagram, saw you only followed her, put two and two together, went to see the film because we're friends by proxy now 👍

yourusername: i am scared and impressed

landonorris: fine... that's kinda cute

user40: okay soz i love this relationship and all the friendships starting

user41: okay but @yourusername who is winning the games

yourusername: fernando or valterri they scare me

fernandoalo_oficial: compliment!

valterribottas: i'll take it

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landonorris: i wanted to impress her :( she's a lot better at her day job

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user46: (i'm glad he's okay) lando really was the 'this one is for you babe' and misses meme this weekend

landonorris: not wrong

yourusername: GET OFF YOUR PHONE AND STOP TALKING DOWN TO YOURSELF

user47: currently picturing y/n whisper yelling positive affirmations at lando

yourusername: yes !! baby boy is way too hard on himself and NOT on my watch

landonorris: :)))

yourusername: you did so well this weekend, i loved watching you do what you love - don't be too hard on yourself !!

landonorris: i just wanted to do your helmet proud :(

yourusername: i am more than proud

landonorris: can you sing to me in your country accent again?

yourusername: of course

maxverstappen1: is this a kink?

landonorris: 1. no it's not a kink 2. ASK ME IF I'M OKAY BEFORE YOU TRY TO KINK SHAME ME

maxverstappen1: you're actually spelling even better maybe a concussion was what you needed

yourusername: TOO SOON MAX

maxverstappen1: did you just send me a picture of lando pouting

yourusername: yes ! say sorry now !!!!!

maxverstappen1: fine. i'm sorry lando. i'm glad you aren't hurt and that you don't have a country accent fetish

user48: are these the new terror trio?

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yourusername: don't listen to this bozo, he's the most talented boy in the world

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user49: THEY HAVE A CHILD?

user50: that's a dog...

yourusername: just because i didn't birth him, doesn't mean mr. fluffy isn't my biological child

landonorris: i'm not a step dad i'm the dad who stepped up 🆙

tomblyth: tom blyth erasure

yourusername: boo you whore

tomblyth: ermmm EXCUSE ME?

yourusername: lando appreciation post must be mean to all other men, sorry !!

tomblyth: understandable, continue.

landonorris: the most talented??? coming from you??? this is high praise

yourusername: and you BETTER take it

landonorris: yes ma'am

maxverstappen1: is this another kink?

landonorris: MAX?

maxverstappen1: it's winter break i'm bored and you have a GIRLFRIEND so i can't terrorise you in person :(

yourusername: attempt to kink shame us one more time and i'm sending mr fluffy at your ankles

yourusername: fuck it i'll send ankle biter yuki in as well

yukitsunoda0511: i'll do it

yourusername: @landonorris i see why he's your favourite now

landonorris: yuki-san!! can we give mr. fluffy a brother?

yukitsunoda0511: i love you guys but i see you way too much as it is

yourusername: harsh crowd

landonorris: at least you have me?

yourusername: TRUE

user51: my life pre and post y/nxlando was so vastly different - i love them

note: thank you for the request !! i have been swamped with work... and recovering from my birthday weekend. i hope you enjoyed it!! i love the hunger games and i can't wait to see tbosas !!

[elliesspacewalker]

Ellie with your kid and your pregnancy head cannons 🥺

Warnings: like absolutely none, a bit suggestive at the end but pure fluff! Transgender!Ellie.

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- Ellie was quite literally bouncing off the walls when she found out you were pregnant, couldn't wait to tell Joel.

- when Ellie had told Joel, he was also bouncing off the walls with excitement.

"I'm so excited for you kiddo" he said with a firm hand squeezing the poor girl's shoulder.

- Ellie who most definitely held your stomach so you didn't have as much pressure on your poor stomach carrying her baby. She'd come from behind while you're doing the dishes and would hold your stomach softly upwards as you slightly moaned at the feeling.

- Ellie who was there throughout the whole birth, the poor girl nearly fainted but had to stay strong as she knew if she fainted in front of you, it would stress you the fuck out so she stayed strong.

- Ellie who carried the baby in her arms so softly to the bed as soon as you guys got out of the hospital, absolutely loving your son.

"he's so fucking cute babe, I cant- I just- I love you so much" she chuckled, hugging you from behind with her head on your shoulder as you held him, almost sobbing.

- Ellie who definitely woke up at 2am from the baby screaming at the top of his fucking lungs.

"babe please" you whispered and Ellie groaned "I'm tired" she complained "so am I, go!"

She groaned harder before getting up to check on your son- she changed his nappy, before waking you up again "he's hungry".

She watched in admiration as you breast fed your son, "bet you wish this was you huh?" You teased and she laughed "shut up" she got back into bed "nuh-uh, you're putting him back to bed" you gave her a mom look and she immediately got out of bed and grabbed him gently to put him back to bed.

- Ellie who definitely had her favourite t-shirt covered in vomit, after her kid threw up all over it, it didn't matter. She loved him anyways but she wasn't too happy about it, always complaining to you.

"babe look" you chuckled at the sight of vomit all down her shirt.

- Ellie definitely cried so hard when it was your son's first day of kindergarten, he was growing up and she was sobbing in the car over how 5 years has gone by so fast.

- Ellie who always took him to Macca's after you said too much unhealthy food was bad but she just wanted to see her boy all happy.

- Ellie who brought him all this gaming shit for his 12th birthday and gamed like crazy with him and it made you giggle at the sight of her teaching him how to play- and of course he was growing up so fast, who knew 12 years would go by so quickly?

SUGGESTIVE THEMES

- Ellie who asked to go to Joel's for lunch, and whispering in your ear after Joel went to go get food "wanna make another?" She joked, your eyes went wide and you looked at her- "jokes!" This girl was scary fertile, you knew she was joking but you would've considered it.

[klausysworld]

Vacation Special

Hope had convinced her family to take her on vacation. Turkey was her country of choice, her friends from school had been boasting about the weather and all the things they'd bought there.

All of Hope's friends knew that her family was rich, minted; so they assumed that she'd have travelled all over and were a little surprised when she had never been anywhere except Louisiana.

That's when Hope started whining to her mom and dad, and when they weren't convinced she went to Rebekah who was adamant to be the favourite aunt and therefore took the initiative and booked two weeks away.

Which was how they all- Klaus, Elijah, Hayley, Rebekah, Marcel, Kol, Davina, Freya, Keelin and Hope- all ended up in the airport at 5am for their 7am flight. Everyone spread out, wanting something to eat and agreed to meet at their gate in an hour before the flight so that they could buy last minute things like crosswords and sweets to suck on during take off and landing.

Klaus had been stood with Rebekah and Elijah in a queue for a cup of coffee when he felt someone's eyes on him. His instincts put him on high alert making him turn his head quickly, locking eyes with a girl who immediately went pink and looked away. She her friends trying desperately not to burst into a fit of giggles as they all looked in different directions.

He couldn't say he wasn't flattered. The smirk on his lips said it all as he made a point of looking over to her each time he felt her gaze on the side of his face.

By the time he had gotten his drink and looked back to her, she was missing from the spot he had found her. A small sigh left him as he shrugged it off and wondered off to find somewhere that would sell some decent food and not something overpriced and greasy.

Once fed, he was late to the meeting point which caused some huffing but wouldn't ruin the trip and everyone got over it when Klaus handed Hope his credit card for her to buy some candy and games.

Which was where he saw her for the second time, whispering with her friends who were convincing each other to just stuff their pockets with sweets and get out of their.

"They have security" Y/N muttered and her friend rolled her eyes, shoving a handful into Y/N's carry on and giving her a look as if to say 'now what?'. "Fine, lets just go. We're boarding soon." She grabbed her friends hand and they left quickly, not before making brief eye contact with Klaus which only made her walk faster.

Getting on the plain was the worst part. Hope hadn't wanted to go on a private jet, all of her friends had flown economy and she wanted to do the normal thing. Klaus was less than impressed, as was Elijah. But for Hope they would suffer in silence.

Besides, Klaus benefitted from it.

Halfway through the night he heard that familiar chatter, his head perked up and his eyes found her, again.

She was talking to the flight assistant, her expression of faux innocence and anxiety as she clearly asked for something. The flight attendant nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder before following her to her seat to help.

Klaus was twisting every which way to see where she was sat, his foot kicking Rebekah's leg making her start whining and telling Marcel to do something to which he only reminded her that Klaus wasn't his brother, he was hers.

Klaus settled back into his seat with a grumble, giving up and flicking through the book he'd brought as way of entertainment for the next couple hours. His attention was back up when he heard her soft voice excusing her way down the aisle to the bathroom. He was out of his seat in no time, stalking his way down to find her.

The door was being pulled shut but he grabbed it, forcing it open and slipping inside, letting it close behind him.

Y/N was looking up at him with wide eyes as she glanced down at the lock which he turned purposely. The bathroom was tight, quite literally just a toilet and a sink but Klaus couldn't care how little space he had to work with, he had her lifted up and sat on the sink in seconds.

Y/N knew it was incredibly wrong to let this happen, to even consider it let alone do it. Oh but his lips felt so good on her jaw, down her neck and his hands knew exactly what they wanted as her skirt was dragged up and her panties down.

"I saw you, love." He muttered, keeping his voice low against her ear as he pulled her closer to the edge so his hips could grind between her legs. "Eyeing me up, and then stealing things? Naughty girl." He breathed and she moaned softly.

Her skin had been set on fire in seconds, she wasn't even sure that it wasn't just her wet dream.

But when she felt her pussy stretch around his cock, she was sure it was real. "Oh fuck-" She whimpered and he groaned, hips already rocking to get a feel of her around him. His hands held her tight, keeping her where he wanted her as his body thrust up into hers. Klaus let his mouth trail wetness down her neck to her chest, sucking at the exposed cleavage which bounced in his face with each time his cockhead hit her spot.

A breathy chuckle left him when she started crying out loudly, pussy squeezing and hands holding onto the sink for dear life.

He lifted her, pressing her against the bathroom door. Klaus didn't give a single fuck if people could hear her, hear them, feel the whole goddamn plane shaking with how hard he was doing her.

Their breaths were hot and heavy as her sweaty legs wrapped around his waist, her cunt full of his cum and leaking with her own as he slowly relaxed his grip on her skin. Klaus lifted his head, kissing her lips once with some force and stroking her hair.

Her lips remained parted and panting as she felt him remove himself from inside her, leaving her empty and aching. He placed her back on her feet, helping her gain some balance before fixing her outfit and his own. He gave her a smirk, kissing her cheek and stroking her sides before unlocking the door and slipping back out.

Klaus went back to is seat, sitting down with a pleased smile on his lips as he closed his eyes and relaxed. Marcel and Rebekah only shrugged, not really caring about his sudden mood changed so long as it was for the better.

When they got off the plane, he didn't have the chance to look for her again. He'd been so caught up in enjoying himself that he hadn't even gotten her name.

By the time he got settled into the place they were staying, checked into their rooms and unpacked, he had to assume that he probably wouldn't get to see her again,

And he didn't for a couple of days, until he heard whistling and laughing.

Y/N and her friends were in their bikinis, stood on the balcony of their room looking across at the opposite rooms and telling for some guy to drop his towel.

Klaus couldn't help the amusement he felt at their applauding and laughter but he also felt a slight tinge of something else.

Hayley only rolled her eyes, "I miss when I was that fun, cmon lets get the water floats for Hope."

Klaus hummed and opened the door, getting out the blow up donuts and carrying them back to the pool, glancing over his shoulder to see his mystery girl biting her lip and beckoning whoever this guy was over to their room. Klaus didn't approve.

By evening, the Mikaelson's had eaten and were up in the drinking area whilst Hope ran around with her new vacation friends.

And there she was again, like her soul was pulling for his.

He watched silently as she drank herself stupid with her friends, he could still see her blue bikini beneath her pathetically thin white dress, well it was sort of a dress and sort of just some cloth wrapped around her mid section.

By the time Kol and Marcel had also gotten drunk off their faces, Klaus disappeared easily.

His hands on her hips from behind as she held herself up at the door. She didn't even care who was touching her, that beautiful ass of hers was already rubbing up against his bulge without a care.

"Slutty girl." He murmured, looking down at her through hooded eyes. Her body tensed slightly at his voice and she spun around so fast she fell, causing him to chuckle and catch her. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her to him as she grinned at him.

"Hi" She whispered a tad too loud making him hum and tilt his head a little, looking her body over properly like he should have the first time he saw her. His eyes lingered on her tits, loving how they spilled out of her bikini and pressed against the white material. "You wanna fuck 'em?" She asked, a laugh in her voice making his brows raise.

"Oh sweetheart, you are bolloxed." He grinned and she pushed her hips forward to touch his.

"Mhm, you wanna come to my room?" She murmured and he hummed in approval.

"Just for a moment." He agreed, letting her stumble through the resort until they got there.

The room little lounge was covered in clothes from the girls, but her bedroom was surprisingly clean. She pushed him back a bit and looked up at him. "You have to wait, come into the room in two minutes!" She held up two fingers and he couldn't suppress the amused smile.

"Two minutes?"

"Mhm, then I'll be ready." She giggled, closing the door in his face and disappearing.

Klaus waited patiently outside the door, listening to her tumble around and get changed before silence. He waited a good five minutes before pushing the door open only to see her passed out on her bed in a set of lingerie.

"Oh, love." He muttered softly and stepped inside, lifting her and laying her down properly before pulling the thin sheet over her exposed skin. A soft kiss was pressed to her cheek in departure before he went to leave her room, but curiosity got the better of him.

On his way out he picked through her things on the the drawers, finding her passport and opening it up. He smiled to himself at the sight of her face in the picture and drifted his attention to her name.

"Y/N." He recited, letting the taste of her name sink into his tongue before putting everything back and switching the light off, heading to his own room.

The next morning Klaus was up and taking Hope to the breakfast early so she could get everything fresh and first.

"Early bird catches the bird!" Hope chirped, remembering what Klaus has told her when she was smaller making him warm as he loaded up her plate.

"That's right sweetheart, now where are we sitting?" He asked, and she pointed to a table with comfy chairs but his eyes landed on the table opposite.

Y/N.

He was surprised to see her up so early, considering her state last night, but here she was dressed and eating breakfast like normal. Except for the way she would groan with each bite and the girl next to her would complain that the sun was killing her.

"We came for the sun." Y/N mumbled and her friend huffed.

"I knowww...but it's...it's hurting my mind." She wined and Y/N covered her ears.

"Oh my god shut up!" She whispered dramatically.

Klaus glanced down at Hope, about to suggest somewhere else but she already started walking.

He let out a breath and followed her over, sitting down and putting the plates down. It took longer than expected for her to notice him across from her. Her eyes went big and she tapped the table twice for her friends attention.

"Plane guy." She signalled and her friend looked over with keen eyes making Y/N throw her hands up. "Make it more obvious, why don't you?" She asked sarcastically and her friend hummed with a grin.

"He was already lookin' anyways." She revealed and Y/N glanced up, making eye contact and looking back down at her food.

He tuned out of their conversation, focusing on the quality time with his daughter and taking her back up to get more to eat and drink before making plans to go get changed and into the pool.

That was all Y/N's friend needed to learn before recovering from their hangover and dragging Y/n back to their room.

"I can't wear that, there's kids at the pool!" She exclaimed. One friend laughed and the other nodded thoughtfully.

"She's right, even plane guy has a kid. On an evening, get freaky but in the day keep it modest enough that its family friendly but still enticing. I say white, shows an element of innocence but does the best for your figure, makes 'em pop if ya know what I mean." She winked and Y/N rolled her eyes playfully.

"Please, he knows she ain't innocent-"

"Hey! I'm not that bad." Y/N defended and her friend scoffed.

"You fucked him in an aeroplane toilet." She deadpanned and Y/N pouted her lips.

"Mmh! Make that face right their and he'll go feral." Her friend clicked and Y/N grabbed the chosen swimsuit before locking herself in her room.

She remerged a few minutes later and strutted past with towel in hand.

"Alright, I'll text an update. You guys go book the pirate ship thing, ask if theres dolphins?" She announced and received a whistle, a thumbs up and a slap on the ass.

The towel was laid out on a deck chair before she sat down. She made a show of rubbing sunscreen on before laying on her back and letting the sun caress her skin.

Klaus wasn't the only man staring by the time she got comfortable. But he was the first to approach. Once Freya and Keelin were racing Hope across the pool and he was sure his family wouldn't notice his absence, he climbed out of the water and made his way over.

His eyes were obsessed with the way her skin gleamed. His body still dripped wet as he pulled a seat up beside her, not hesitating to brush his hand over her thigh.

"You shouldn't touch without asking." Y/N murmured and he chuckled lowly.

"You haven't complained before, love." He mused and she peeked her eyes open, glancing to him.

"I was very drunk." She reminded and he smirked a little before smiling properly.

"I know, and very confident. But I was a perfect gentleman and put you to bed and left you in peace."

"Sounds like you just did the right thing, buddy." She shrugs and he nodded faintly. "But thank you, it would have been easy to just...take advantage I guess." She mumbled and he removed his touch from her leg.

"I don't want to have you unwilling, love. I want you to scream in pleasure, not fear. And most importantly, I want you to want me and I'm quite certain that you do, love." He smiled, bright teeth on display making her reciprocate the expression.

"Yeah? Quite certain? Now who's confident?" She teased and he hummed.

"Why don't we go somewhere quieter, love? I'll help you gain your confidence back." He purred softly and she tilted her head.

"Maybe later, I need to tan my back." And with that she shifted over onto her front so that her ass was right there for him to admire. He didn't hesitate in grabbing the sunscreen and squirting a healthy amount onto his palm before spreading it across her skin.

Y/N only hummed a soft tune as she let his hands stroke and massage her legs, ass, back and shoulders. Klaus wished more than anything that they weren't in a family friendly environment. He needed to be back inside of those hot, wet walls. He wanted to feel the firmness of her ass against his pelvis with each thrust.

"Fuck, love. Cmon, theres a bathroom less than a minute away-"

"Bathrooms are kinda dirty and not in the hot kind." She muttered, purposefully pissing him off making him scoff without true annoyance.

"Again, love, you did not complain last time now did you?" He reminded and her eyes rolled, not that he could see.

"Still. I felt all dirty after, I'd rather not do it there again." She muttered and he suppressed a growl of irritation.

Klaus took a moment to calm himself. His hand remained on the back of her thigh as his eyes drifted back to the pool, checking on his family and noting their squeals and laughter. He knew he should get back, stop thinking with his dick and do what he came on this vacation for, but it Y/N was making it easy for him.

"Perhaps I should come find you later, when you're finished tanning." He mused, his voice thoughtful and his eyes on her. Klaus was hoping she'd bite the bait, not want to wait and give in now but this wasn't Y/N's first game.

"Probably a good idea." She agreed and his chaw ticked.

"Perfect. I'll find you in a few hours, love." He leaned down to press a wet kiss to the spot between her neck and shoulder, his body shielding her from view as his hand gave her ass a good firm squeeze. A shiver ran right the way down her spine and a little moan escaped her lips making him smirk and get up, leaving her alone again.

He couldn't lie and pretend that he hadn't been thinking about her throughout the day, she seemed to just be everywhere. Always teasing him with her body and those eyes of her. It was driving him well over the edge and he was struggling to keep it together in front of everyone. Especially when she'd be eating across from him, deliberately sucking on her meat, licking her knife and fork so he could imagine how her tongue would press along his cock.

His fingers tapped routinely against the table, lowly making his family insane and Rebekah finally asked him to stop and he grumbled about not doing anything.

By the end of food, everyone knew something was up, except Hope. Kol was first to catch on as his eyes also wandered the smoothness of her legs beneath the table before resting his gaze on her pouty lips and round eyes. Innocent and yet not with the way she was looking at his brother. A sly smirk slid across Kol's face as he looked back down at his food.

"You look starved, Nik." He told him, glancing up at him through his brows. "You should go eat something, you're getting a tad pale-"

"Shut up Kol, I'm perfectly sated" Klaus snapped.

"Mhm, if you say so. Wonder who's bed you'll be in tonight-" He chuckled but was winded as Davina's elbow hit his stomach, disturbing his full stomach.

"Why wouldn't you be in your bed?" Asked Hope, confused as she glanced around.

"He won't be sweetie, Kol's just trying to be funny." Hayley smiled, stroking Hope's hair and side eyeing Elijah with amusement.

Dinner remained quiet until Hope asked if she could see her new friends again in the evening at the children's entertainment and of course Klaus and Hayley agreed.

The family went and changed before splitting between either drinking or watching over Hope whilst watching the entertainment.

Klaus of course was on his mission.

He had showered and shaved. Making sure his aftershave smelt strong on his skin and his hair was combed to perfection as he unbuttoned his shirt halfway.

Klaus wasn't so sure why he needed to impress this girl so much, he could easily pick up a different woman at that bar but he didn't want to fuck any of them, no matter how good they looked in their skirts, he wanted Y/N.

And after making a dent in his wallet from supplying both her and her friends drinks for the evening, he finally got to feel her.

She had been sat on his lap on the balcony, legs folded over the side of his as she chatted away. His hands were allowed to explore whatever skin was visible and he found that she wouldn't ever turn down his lips of her neck. Y/N was practically covered in his saliva from his tongue on her skin, his blunt teeth just scraping her flesh from time to time.

When her friends announced they were going out of the resort to find the clubs Klaus was already in her ear. "Let me look after you whilst their gone, love. You know how good it'll feel to have me alone." He told her, tongue wetting her ear and making her shudder with a nod.

They all go up at the same time, waving goodbye as they turned different paths. Klaus didn't bother rushing her to the room, he wanted her to yearn too not just be dragged around. Besides he knew he would have her now, there was no need to get it done too quickly when he could spend the time to enjoy it.

So once they got back inside they had another drink and sat in the lounge style room, still against him with his hands on her skin as they chatted for a while.

It only took one kiss on the mouth to get into her room again.

Finally pushing her hips down into the mattress made his dead heart thump against his ribs. Her touch was so good on his chest as she pushed his shirt from his body and felt the muscle of his chest. His eyes were hooded as he watched her undo his jeans, encouraging every last piece of clothing from his body so she could admire him.

Her fingers were like a vice around his cock as she pumped him, his hips moving in sync with her wrist. His groans flooded the room, fuelling her to squeeze his length tighter and swipe her thumb over the bead of precum that had gathered on his tip. Klaus's head had gone back, exposing his Adam's apple as his body went tense with pleasure only to have it taken away as she squeezed his base and pulled her hand off.

His breathing was rough and raggedy as he dropped back against her pillows.

"Fuck you're gonna kill me" He whispered, the irony of his sentence barely registering in his muddled mind as her giggle rippled across the air.

Her hands brushed up his hips, up his abdomen and chest before cupping his face. Her fingertips caressed his cheeks, feeling the very slight prickle of the hairs he had shaved away just hours ago. His lips were parted, blowing puffs of air against her hands as she traced the plump pinkness.

"I want you, Klaus." She whispered to him, having recently learned and exchanged names.

A soft smirk overtook his features, his head turning to kiss her lips. Klaus wasn't sure if it was the buzz of the alcohol or the anticipation built up but a kiss had never felt that good before.

Y/N pulled away after his tongue started to get hungry, leaving him still starving and yearning. His body sunk into the bed again as he felt her climb atop him, sliding her warm body onto his, taking him inside her like they had both been craving since the plane. Both their eyes closed momentarily, taking in the pleasure of the other.

Klaus's eyes cracked open to watch her tits rise and fall gracefully as her hips started to roll on top of him, he couldn't pick a nipple to stare at as they both got harder and more noticeable.

"You know I was serious last time, right?" She murmured, causing his attention to lift back to those eyes of hers with curiosity. "I'll let you fuck them." She told him, half laughing and half moaning when his hips abruptly bucked up into her, cock smacking her cervix painfully. but she still enjoyed it. It was impossible not to enjoy Klaus.

Especially once he had flipped her onto her back and lifted those sexy legs round his hips to fix the angle and fuck into her with precision.

The female body was no mystery to him, he loved how he could make it twitch, tremble, quiver and shake. The way she clenched and arched. How her eyes went back into her head and her mouth stayed open with a flow of needy moans and whines for him to give it to her harder which he not once denied her.

By the time she was undone the beds legs had snapped, the mattress on the floor wall dented from the continuous smack of the headboard which Klaus's claws clung to as he came deep inside her again.

"God, I could marry your cunt." He whispered, his lips wet against her ear and she smiled ear-to-ear.

"You've really made this vacation for me." She told him as though he didn't already know that.

"You were supposed to marry my cock sweetheart." He grumbled playfully and she breathed a laugh.

"I definitely will." She agreed, leaning up to kiss his mouth as her ankles unlocked and her legs slid down and off his body.

"I hope you don't think we're done." He warned, his hands sliding back to her thighs which tensed and relaxed in his palms.

"How am I supposed to leave you wanting if I give you everything in one night, hm?" She questioned him, tone light but the slight seriousness to it made his expression falter. There was no way he could wait for more, not with the feel of her still on his dick.

She took that comfort away from him as she placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled his cock out of her, biting her lip and listening to his groan whilst the discomfort set in a little.

Y/N started to move out from beneath him, the sticky uncomfortableness starting to get to her like it always did and she felt the need to soak it away but Klaus pulled her back to his chest, arms round her body not possessively and sexually but gently and protectively.

"At least don't kick me out right away." He murmured to her, kissing the side of her head and stroking his fingers along her spine.

They laid like that a while before he felt her thigh twitch a little too much. His eyes cast down, seeing her brows together and eyes closed as if something were wrong; uncomfortable. He rubbed her legs, spreading his warmth along her skin but her trembles didn't lessen.

"Is something wrong, love?" He asked her, tone soft and a little confused.

"No, I'm sorry...I just need to um wash is all." She muttered and he felt a lump form in his throat. She was in his grasp and lifted, brought to the tiny little shower where the water pressure was not so reliable.

Klaus managed to fit them both in, lathering her body in soap and making sure she was clean and comfortable by the time they got back out.

Once they laid back in bed he felt her snuggle up to him like he had hoped she would've earlier. He held her close, despite the heat and humidity making the skin to skin slightly uncomfortable.

"You're weirdly nice, you know that?" Y/N mumbled to him and he smiled, a little amused with himself at the turn of events.

"This is...nice." He murmured back, for once enjoying the aftercare of a session.

"You know, I saw you with a kid...she kinda looks like that woman too." She whispered and he nodded, getting where she was going.

"Hayley's Hope's mother, she's now with my brother Elijah. They're ready to tie the knot. I don't care for her that way, I did for a short while but we weren't meant for each other like that. Hope is all we were for, a night of passion for a lifetime of unconditional love." He explained, a pureness to his voice at the memory of Hayley's pregnancy and the first time he held their daughter. "She's good for Elijah, balances out his boring." He chuckled and Y/N smiled.

"It's nice that you all get along."

"You think that now, you should see us under normal conditions back in New Orleans. Its a right mess!" He smiled and she glanced up at him as he stared off at the ceiling.

"Maybe one day I will see it." She uttered, watched as he looked to her and leaned down to kiss her lips.

"Perhaps." He murmured, his eyes glancing to her. He had mixed views on how he felt around her. The passion he felt was unmatched, the desire was strong and burning. But there was an inkling within him that urged for a little more, something he didn't really know that he wanted.

However that need only grew over the vacation.

Each time he wound up in her bed, they ended talking as much as getting up to...other stuff. His fingers would tangle in her hair, massaging her scalp as her eyes drooped and she mumbled to him lazily. Something about her pretty face when she was all sleepy was so innocent and gentle. It created such a beautiful contrast to how rough she begged him to be.

Taking her from behind was a pleasurable experience which was permanently engraved into his mind but holding her after and caressing her legs once they were clean and dry made him just as happy. It warmed him all the way through, made his heart beat.

"I fly home tomorrow" She told him, a yawn on her lips.

"You do?" He asked, his brows furrowing a little as his mind tried to focus on both her voice and the feel of her nails drawing patterns on his chest.

"Mhm, I have the 12 o’clock flight back so I'll be leaving after breakfast." She sighed and his eyes fluttered, thoughts catching up with him.

"Can't you stay a few more days? I go back in 4." He whined a little and she huffed a soft laugh.

"I wish, I'll miss the sun." She whispered, glancing down at the tan line of where her bikini strap had been. Klaus hummed, his eyes also going to the line on her shoulder, wishing she hadn't put a shirt back on and he could still see her pretty titties.

"I'll miss you" He murmured, voice a little slurred as his body got heavier, sinking into the bed.

He couldn't hear her reply as he fell asleep, his body exhausted after the last few hours.

Once morning was around all of her friends had burst into the room. Klaus had gotten far too accustomed to them all crowding the bed, sitting along her side and picking out what she was going to wear for the day.

"It won't be this hot when we get back, maybe some flowy pants?" One of them mused, rummaging through her half packed case.

"You know we have to like...go in a couple hours? Shouldn't you be packed?" Her other friend scolded and another rolled her eyes.

"Leave her alone, lover boy has been distracting her, I'll help you pack babe."

Y/N smiled and stretched her limbs out.

"Thanks...are we still hitting breakfast buffet?" She asked only to receive a chorus of approval.

Klaus kissed the side of her head gently, his hand still brushing her thigh beneath the covers as her friends finally picked something for her to wear.

"I should get back to my-"

"Daughter." Y/N finished and pecked his lips, "Say hi and bye to Hope for me? Oh and give her this!" She dragged the drawer open and pulled out a little box containing a silver necklace with a blue pendant.

Klaus smiled at her, appreciating everything about her.

Y/N had been in the local market when Klaus had taken Hope, she ended up tagging along and Hope got along with her easily as they spent the entire day giggling and spending her dad's money on ice cream and fake designer. Though Klaus wasn't sure when Y/N had slipped away to buy this gift, he wouldn't turn it down.

"I will..." He whispered, eyes flicking to her lips and her friends whistled and groaned childishly when they kissed.

Klaus felt a little funny for the last few days of the holiday. He still had a lovely time of course. Chasing Hope around the beach was a memory he'd cherish forever.

The vacation was a massive success, by the time they got back to the compound it was all anyone would talk about for weeks.

In said week, Klaus hadn't heard from Y/N much at all. He assumed that it must've just been apart of the vacation for her.

Y/N however was thinking the same thing about him. He had barely messaged her at all and she didn't want to seem desperate by bugging him so she just waited around for his notification.

But it didn't come so she got frustrated and decided life was there to take risks and ended up sending a very explicit photo to him.

In response, she got a video call.

"Please tell me those clothes are still off." He groaned, holding his phone close in hopes it would give him a better view.

"Mmm...I wasn't sure you'd reply so I put them back on.." She shrugged and he let out a little whine.

"Why wouldn't anybody reply to that?" He muttered and she rolled her eyes.

"You barely reply to anything else." She complained and his eyes flicked from the visible cleavage on the screen to her defensive, unsure eyes.

"I wasn't sure you were still all that interested." He replied, feeling a little annoyed with himself for being a thousand years old and still not knowing how to read women well enough to realise she had been silently pining and waiting for him. Her silence was enough to confirm her feelings and he straightened up a bit. "We should meet, I'll buy you dinner." He offered, voice hopeful and light.

Her head nodded and he could tell she was fiddling with something.

"I can come to you now?" He asked, his leg stretching out to pull his shoes toward him as she shrugged.

"It's okay, you don't have to right now. We can pick a better time, I know you're busy and all."

"No, no. I'm ready, I'll come get you, text me your address love." He argued, getting up and grabbing his wallet.

"Klaus, you really-"

"Address, sweetheart, address." He told her firmly, hanging up so she couldn't argue.

He received the message a moment later as he got in his car, heading over to the pin.

He made sure to get out the car, open the passenger door for her and kiss her cheek when she got in.

It was strange, seeing her under normal more formal circumstances as he drove them to a restaurant. He lead her inside, secretly compelling the woman for a table and pulling her chair for her.

Y/N looked both impressed and a little awkward, he supposed it was strange for her too. In Turkey everything was different, effortless.

Still she enjoyed their time out, sharing a meal and catching up on how everything and one had been since returning home.

Later he drove back to hers and walked her up her apartment stairs to her door. He could see her debating letting him inside.

"It was lovely to see you, Y/N." He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips and caressing her cheek "I'll see you again, soon-"

"No, no come in. I just have to clean up but you can wait in the kitchen, my room is a mess." She laughed a little and he tilted his head.

"I don't expect to go straight to your room, love. I know everything was fast from the plane to the resort but...I like you and you shouldn't feel like you have to show yourself for my attention although believe me, it gains my attention but so do your eyes and your smile and that voice of yours." He told her, a loving look reflecting across his features as she smiled almost shyly and gently pulled him inside.

He kissed her shoulder and neck softly as she giggled and lead him to her room regardless of him promising no expectations. He stepped over the random things on the floor as she tugged him to her bed. Her body pushed his down and he felt her hands on his pants in a heartbeat, pulling them open and moving her mouth down but he cupped her face and brought her lips to his own instead.

Klaus flipped them so he could hover above her, pin her down and lift her hips to get her underwear off before he let go of her lips and travelled south.

He wasn't sure why he hadn't gone down on her whilst in Turkey, especially with how her scent was. She was so appetising it was unreal, he couldn't help but dive into her mouth first.

His eyes were in the back of his head as his tongue lapped, plunged and curled. Her fingers twisting at his curls and her sounds shaking the building.

Klaus felt like he was starved, her being all that could sate his hunger as he devoured her.

His cheek rested on her thigh once he was finished, her body heaving for air as he sucked light marks into her flesh and stroked his fingered along her shin to her knee.

It took him a few minutes to figure out where everything was before he could get her in the bathroom and clean her up, helping her into comfort as she leaned on him.

Once she was curled up and asleep in bed he moved around a few of the things on her floor, not too much as he didn't want her to feel he was invading her space but enough so it was a little tidier.

Y/N woke up a few hours later, his body curled around hers keeping her protected and warm. Her lips upturned faintly and she leaned her head back to feel his chest. His arms tightened around her and he smelt her hair.

"Go back to sleep, love." He mumbled, "It's still night time."

"Thank you." She whispered and he squeezed her gently.

"Thank you, my love. I'm happy to have you...for now and for as long as I can."

[chalametluvrz]

eating you out

timothée chalamet x afab!reader

now this is a dirty boy. he is MESSY. and honestly a little bit perverted. he loves it when it gets sloppy and messy, and he loves making you spill all over his tongue even more.

one of his favourite things to do, is use toys on you whilst he eats you out. he’ll either thrust a dildo into your “pretty hole” as he sucks your clit, or tease your aching clit as he tongue fucks you. he knows it makes you fall apart and he loves to see it, so he can’t help but use them.

the type of man to spit on your pussy… i did say he was messy. he just loves seeing how wet everything can get and i can promise you now, after his head comes up from sending you to heaven his lips and chin will be dripping.

has a guilty pleasure of eating you out after cumming inside you. the second he’s finished pounding into you and filling you up, he’ll have to “clean you up” as he puts it.

overstimulating you is a must. he loves seeing your body shake and shiver in pleasure because of what he'd doing to you. the way your body jolts and twitches when it's too much for you to handle, it just makes his cock twitch.

i can imagine him having a huge sexual appetite, and honestly, most of the time it's not even to get pleasure himself but to solely pleasure you: he could do it whenever and wherever.

one time you were on call to one of your friends, discussing some plans you had made and timothee couldn't help but glide himself between your legs; licking and sucking the entire time, making it progressively harder for you to up hold a decent conversation without moaning his name. and the whole time, he had a stupid grin on his face.

you could literally be laid on your bed, legs hiked up and within moments she'd be racing to get between your legs. he loves to eat pussy and oh boy, is he perfect at it.

he does enjoy a good old 69... being able to pleasure you whilst hearing you choke and gag on his cock, struggling to take it all, hearing the way you struggle to even do anything to him because of how much your moaning.

[mujeans]

MY ONLY LOVE, MY ONLY ONE ✦ LCY

SYNOPSIS ✦ you and anton’s relationship through the years - because maybe not all love has to be young.

“if we’re both still single by the time we’re thirty , let’s get married.”

TAGS ✦ anton x f!reader, one-shot, angst, fluff, non-idol au, yn has mommy issues, slice of life, bffs to lovers, slow-burn

WARNINGS ✦ mentions of drinking at a bar, reader isn't really referred to as y/n or _, just "you" 😭

WC ✦ 4k

PLAYLIST ✦ only by leehi, still into you by paramore, every summertime by niki, toothbrush by dnce, bad by wavetoearth

AUTHOR'S CORNER ✦ was originally meant for heeseung, but i changed it lolz also ik i said i'd post it in a few days but i finished it early and wanted to put it out so i hope u enjoy!

13

snobby, proud, self-centered - these were the words that described anton's first impression of you.

he'd just moved to town, tagging along with his parents to the local mall when his mother stopped in her tracks, causing him to nearly walk into her. he looked at her confusedly when she suddenly gasped, and squealed someone's name, before she practically ran up to another woman, who he'd soon find out to be your own mother.

"guys, this is my old friend from college," she'd told him and his dad. "and this is her daughter," she said as she gestured to you.

you'd been few inches taller than him, so he was intimidated by you and immediately got the impression you were looking down on him. (well, you were, literally.)

"why don't you two kids go to the arcade? here, my daughter has a game card," your mother spoke as she ushered you two away whilst the adults went somewhere else to catch up. anton and you awkwardly stood next to each other as the parents left you two alone.

once they were out of sight, you seemed to deflate; the intimidating aura wiped and replaced by a more relaxed and amicable ‘you’. somehow, you felt more human, and he let out his own steady breath when you smiled and held out your hand for him to shake.

“sorry, my mother can be a lot to handle. you play DDR?”

turns out, you were way more fun when your mother wasn’t around.

16

holding hands was something you two did often.

your friends would often tease you two about it, but neither you nor anton thought much of it. it was completely platonic, right?

but nonetheless, you two were relentlessly asked if you were dating, even when one or the other was in a relationship with someone else. in fact, your closeness had led to your first and most recent boyfriend breaking up with you.

"can you believe it? everyone knows we're literally just friends," you ranted to anton later that night. "so what if we're close? he himself had his own girl best friend - several in fact!"

anton hummed to let you know he was listening, busy working on an assignment that he'd spent far too long procrastinating.

"i mean, how insecure can he be? is it really that unbelievable for a boy and a girl to have a completely platonic relationship?" you paced around his room, not caring whether or not he was listening. you just needed to get the day's frustrations out - and where better than anton's comfy and personalised room?

something about the hanging leaves, band posters, the warm lamp in the corner lighting up the room, it was your favourite place to hide when your mother would be in another one of her moods.

"i'm never going to date again. ugh."

"you sure about that?" anton half-heartedly asked.

"yes. if i have to sacrifice our friendship to kiss some guy, then no thanks."

anton turned to you with a smile playing at his lips. he didn't take you seriously at all.

"anton..." you whined. this wasn't funny to you.

"sorry, sorry," he said, but you could still hear the laugh in his voice. instead, he took your hands in his apologetically, the warmth a familiar gesture.

"if you never date again, then i won't either."

"anton, you've never dated."

"well, it's like you said. if i have to sacrifice our friendship to kiss some girl, then it's a no for me too."

he stared at you sincerely. you guys knew you both would probably still go on to date other people, but the promise felt real anyway. what with the way he was staring up at you.

"swearing yourself to celibacy for me? how sweet," you relented, sitting down on his bed, your hands still clasped in his.

suddenly, an idea popped into your head.

using your linked hands to pull him closer, his chair rolled over, knocking against your knees.

"anton, let's make a pact: if we're still both single by the time we're thirty, then let's get married."

18

graduation came faster than anton expected, and he only realises then that he's known you for five years now.

as expected, you and him had taken lots of photos together (wait, when did he get taller than you?), and eventually your families decided to dine together at some fancy restaurant after the ceremony. it a celebration of the two of you leaving high school, and moving onto the next chapter of your lives: university. something you were particularly stressed about.

"why is applying for uni so hard?? i'm just a girl - just accept me!"

anton could empathise with that sentiment - he'd been an exceptional student, yet his lack of curriculars had ended him up on three waitlists, and with one rejection. not to mention how complicated the process was, what with all the different requirements for every university. honestly, he felt like he'd been lied to by all those people telling him not to worry.

looking over at the parents busy in conversation, he noticed that the both of you had finished your meals already.

"can we go? i'm gonna take her out for a drive," he asked them, gesturing to you.

surprised by the sudden plan, you looked to your parents for approval.

"aren't you going to stay for desserts?" your dad asked.

"i'm sure we'll find something sweet on the way," anton replied simply.

"well, i'm okay with it," your dad agreed, looking at anton's parents who nodded back.

you watched him turn to your mother, a silent argument spoken through their eyes. she reluctantly sighs, a sign of surrender, and you cheered on the inside as anton pulled you away and out of the restaurant.

going for drives was something you and anton always did when either was stressed or upset. windows down and music blared as the sky turned an array of colours, it really felt like the movies in moments like this. you sighed contentedly, head propped up on your elbow as you stared outside. the wind combined with ONLY by LeeHi being the only sounds between you and anton.

"ah, i'm not sure if i can do this whole university thing," you confessed your thoughts. "if applying is already this hard, i can't imagine the real thing."

"it won't be this bad. c'mon, we'll be together, right?" anton's voice replied.

"always."

silence engulfed the two of you again.

"i want to do something crazy. something that'll make her mad."

"yeah? any ideas for this crazy plan of yours?"

"hmm... what about..." you trailed off, thinking for a while.

"what about a month-long trip around europe?"

anton's head snapped to you, eyebrows reaching his hairline.

"seriously? she'll actually lose it."

"not that she already hasn't already done so several times before," you grumbled into your elbow. "besides, i'm always sticking to her stupid rules. i just want to do something 'rebellious' before we get thrown back into classes and assignments and homeworks and blah blah blah..."

a pause. then, “let's do it. where do you want to start?"

"really? you'll do it with me?" you perk up, finally looking at him.

"duh," he rolls his eyes, as if you ever leaving him alone was such an unimaginable thought. "let's figure out those visas first though," he added as an afterthought.

19

2 Notifications yn : you free later this week? yn : feels like i haven't seen u in forever

anton sees the notifications later that night, and sighs as he pushes his hair out of his eyes. he takes a quick look at his monthly calendar.

to be truthful, the two of you had been swamped with finals and work this past semester, so you hadn’t been able to hang out as often as you used to.

seeing that the next part of his coursework wasn't due until next saturday, he decided he had just enough time.

anton: what about tmrw? 12pm at café bleu

"i was thinking..." you started. "what if we do another month-long trip this summer? like we did last year.”

anton grunted at the thought.

"honestly, i've stayed up countless nights this sem for this stupid assignment. i wanted to catch up on sleep thus summer.” i don't think i really have the time for another trip.

"oh. that's okay! we're both going back home anyway, so i'll just come over to yours like always."

"sure, if you want to watch me sleep all day."

but the way he said that - it was a clear no. he didn't have the time, not when he was going to spend all summer trying to catch up on missed sleep.

"never mind, then."

the waitress placed your orders in front of you, and the two of you began to eat in terse silence.

looking at him closely, you notice the darkened eyebags, the pale skin, the way he hadn't even bothered to wear a nice outfit. anton had been pretty cold towards you lately, and he felt guilty, but he couldn't help it. stress was a bully everyone was a victim of.

seeing the way your demeanour seemed to shrink, he was hit with a wave of shame and regret, and took hold of your hand.

"hey, remember that show we watched in senior year? it has a prequel movie coming out soon. we should watch it together."

you perked up immediately. "really? when?"

"november, i think."

he frowned when you faltered, but then you said something that completely sent his heart to the ground.

"i can’t. anton, i'm going on a study exchange programme."

19

talking to jake was easy. talking to him was nice.

in the three months since jake arrived from australia, anton and him had quickly become good friends, (although he would never be able to replace you). so of course he's sad that the exchange programme was coming to an end soon, and jake would have to leave for home.

however, that meant you'd be coming back too, and he was far more excited about that. the past three months had felt empty without you, even if you were a bit absent from his life for some time before the programme started.

so anton finds himself at café bleu in the same spot you'd told him about your plans, but this time with jake on the other side.

"we'll stay in touch though, yeah?" jake assured him. "i'll definitely come visit some time, this place is really great."

"i'll be looking forward to it."

"i think you're more looking forward to me leaving though, aye? what with your friend coming back too."

at the mention of you, anton couldn't stop the smile from spreading on his face. he really did miss you.

"yeah, she's my rock. always there for me - well, except for these past three months. hopefully you'll get to meet her when you visit."

"i'd love to meet the girl you've been talking about this whole time!"

"you'd get along well," anton nodded, imagining the three of you sharing a slice of cake at this very café. "hey, why don't i call her right now, and you can meet her? although it's just online."

jake nodded eagerly, "why not?"

pulling up his phone, anton quickly swiped to the favourites tab on his contacts app, and called you. after just two rings, you pick up.

"hey! what's up?" your voice greets him, bringing an instant smile to his face.

"nothing much, just wanted to introduce you to jake - he's the student who came in your place as part of the exchange programme," he introduced the guy, turning on his camera.

"oh, hi!" he hears you say after he turns the screen to face the other.

"hi! nice to finally meet you. hope australia treated you well,” jake starts smoothly.

"trust me, it has. everyone so nice and welcoming, i just love it here."

"sounds like you've settled in nicely, i'm almost sorry you'll have to pack up and leave again. but hey, you'll be back home and reunited with this guy, right?" jake laughed.

"well... about that."

anton knew something was up - your voice had that same tone as when you dropped the bomb that was you leaving for the next three months. just before you said your next line, anton felt his heart sink again like it did the first time.

"i've decided to transfer here.

"anton, i'm staying in australia."

22

once again, anton finds himself in a graduation gown. but for the first time, you're not at his side.

looking at the photos his mother took of him on her phone, he couldn't help but feel a little upset by the lack of you next to him. for the past nine years, he's never had much solo photos; you were always with him, sharing these moments.

but this time 'round, he's completely alone, and your friendship has devolved to instagram mutuals, reduced to liking each other's posts and reacting to stories. the thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

surprisingly, your mother still came to watch him graduate, even if he was only ever just her friend's son.

"oh, anton. you've grown so much since i first met you."

"thank you, auntie," he says awkwardly.

"you know, i miss the two of you. my daughter's all the way in another country, so i barely see you anymore..." she trails off in thought. in the past few years since you left, she seemed to soften up in your absence, no doubt missing you despite the strained relationship between the two of you when you left.

"oh! have you seen the photos? she just graduated herself last week," she fished for her phone in her bag, and began to swipe through her camera roll to show him.

"i wish i could've been there, but i'm not sure she would've wanted that. she's lucky her dad attended instead."

anton shakes his head. "not true, i'm sure she would've wanted you there."

but he wasn’t sure. have your feelings about your mother changed? or were you still upset with her? he doesn’t know. he hasn’t known much about you in a long time.

"i guess we'll never know, will we?"

swiping through more photos, anton's eye caught onto a few of them, where you were standing particularly close to another guy.

"auntie, who's this?"

"ah, him? why, that's her boyfriend, of course." she then turned to look at him oddly. "hasn't she told you?"

he frowned, and shook his head. he's a little off put by the fact that you didn't bother telling him, but then again. you two haven't exactly been friends in a very long time.

and just like that, memories of a pact resurface in his head. it was never going to come true, wasn't it? but if you ended up marrying this guy, anton could never bring himself to watch.

the sound of his friends' voices brought him back to reality. "hey, anton! come over here-" and he forced himself to shake off the thoughts, joining the group instead.

24

anton had been learning to live life without you for the past four or five years now. he had a new friend group, a nice job in the city, his own apartment, all without his best friend. it was hard to unlearn all the mannerisms he didn't even realise he had for you, not until he would get home from the grocery and realise he bought two boxes of sushi like you used to share, or when he'd almost bought a second, folding mattress for when you'd come over for a sleepover, or even just holding an extra hair tie or two on his wrist in case you needed one.

and that was all in the past now, he's finally began to move on from mourning the loss of your friendship. he only thinks about you once in a blue moon, and his life feels like it's no longer on pause.

but you were always cruel to him.

"wait, what?"

right when he'd begun to move on, you came back.

anton stared at you in shock; when he heard the doorbell ring that day, he'd never have expected you to be on the other side. an intelligent 'wait, what?' was all he could muster when he finally registered just what, or who he was seeing.

"hi," you say in that familiar voice of yours. and you almost sound out of breath, although its clear you hadn't run there.

he finally lets you in after a moment, and you explain how you're moving back, and starting at a local company. you tell him about life back in australia, the friends and experiences you made. you tell him about the past five years of your life as if it was just any normal day after high school.

as if you hadn't just completely left him on his own, his other half gone with you.

although the conversation is stilted and awkward, and theres a gap between you that feels wider than the distance between australia and home, anton's still glad to see you. it almost feels unreal, and he wouldn't believe any of this was real if he couldn't feel your weight pushing down on the sofa, or the very essence of you in his living room.

you and anton agree to get coffee some time after you've settled back in, and he asks if you need any help.

"yes, please! its like i brought my whole life from australia back with me, what with all the boxes i need to unpack."

and so, leaning against the door frame, anton watches you walk away again, catching himself wondering if it would be the last time he'd see you again in a while. he had to keep reminding himself that you were back for good.

"oh, and me and my boyfriend broke up."

anton sucks in a breath, and slips his hands in his pocket to hide the shaking. he wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel - angry? relieved? sorry? anton hasn't known how to feel in years.

"just wanted you to know," you spoke into the air, after you received no response from him.

so with an awkward wave, you leave him once again, with a promise to see each other soon.

27

"happy birthday!" people greet as they enter the bar, giving anton a quick hug.

"thank you," he smiles back. "wow, twenty-seven. i feel so old."

"twenty-seven isn't that old," you tell him, hugging him from behind as a surprise. he chuckles and holds onto your arms clasped around his middle for a bit before letting you go sit across him.

"think about it, we've been friends for longer than we haven't!"

"including those four or five years we barely spoke?" you raised an eyebrow at him, taking a sip from your glass.

"shh, what years? we've always been as thick as thieves," anton grins, pinching your cheek.

after you moved back, it didn't take that long to rekindle your previous relationship. somehow, you two picked up right where you left off, like there was never a period in your friendship filled with almost radio silence.

"you two," eunseok sighed with an exasperated but fond tone. "if i didn't know you guys were 'just friends', i would've thought you were dating."

"or married!" sohee shouts from somewhere.

you roll your eyes at your friends and coworkers, the guests. dating allegation were nothing new in your relationship, having suffered from them for over ten years now.

"we have been friends for a while now, huh? fourteen years is pretty crazy."

"i honestly can't remember a time when i didn't know you," anton agrees.

"being 'friends' for longer than you haven't is quite the achievement," wonbin remarks with a knowing look. "personally, i don't have toothbrushes and extra clothes at my house for my friends though."

all this talk of friends and friendship was making your head hurt.

"anton, remember the pact we made at sixteen?"

anton looked at you sharply, knowing exactly what you were referring to, but asking anyway. "no. remind me again?"

with a scoff and a smile, you said, without regard to the fact that everyone was half-listening, "when we promised we'd marry each other by thirty if we were both still single?"

clinks of glass and utensils falling around the two of you, your friends were suddenly more invested in the conversation, not even trying to hide their curiosity.

"you really want to talk about this right now? in front of everyone?" anton murmured, voice low enough just for you to hear.

you stared at him, and then continued.

"well, looks like there's three years left to our promise. three years left to run away from me." that pulled out some laughs.

anton just stared at you with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

"well, i haven't run away for these last eleven years since, have i?"

whoops and cheers filled the bar; you yourself were surprised with anton's boldness and honesty. you always did wonder why he barely ever dated, only ever having a few flings here and there.

suddenly, you felt a little flustered by his bold declaration, and the implication that he'll wait out the remaining years.

"i..."

suddenly, anton's face morphed into a smirk as he took another sip from his own glass, eyes still on you.

"what's another three years?"

30

"ah, my mom keeps asking when i'm going to settle down," you whine to anton, sitting in his living room as you two share a late midnight snack.

something about it all feels nostalgic, whining and complaining about your mom to him, sitting in his comfy room (or this time, his apartment), with a vinyl record playing in the background. this is home, you decided.

what you don't tell him is that your mom had been more specific with her words.

(when are you and anton going to get married and settle down?? i want grandkids, you know!)

anton laughs lightly, feeding you another sushi. the whole atmosphere was quite domestic, and you wished you could spend the rest of your life like this; with him.

"some things never change, do they?" he remarks with a fond smile. and your heart melts a little.

(hopefully soon, mama.)

"isn't sushi a little heavy for a midnight snack?"

"well, it's not just any midnight, isn't it?" anton asks.

and he's right. it's actually a special one - the night before your birthday.

looking at the clock, you see that it's almost twelve, and you find yourself thinking back on the past twenty-nine years. anton's in most of the memories, something you weren't particularly bothered about. when you two spent that day at the arcade together, something about it all just felt right.

you've always loved change, always wanted more experiences. but one thing you wanted to stay the same forever, was anton being by your side. when you'd gone to australia, it was a slow realisation that some part of you was missing. only when you reunited with anton did you realise why that was.

the soft beeping noise of a clock brought you back from your thoughts, signalling that it was finally twelve o'clock. that you were finally thirty. hearing shuffling behind you, you turn to look at anton for the annual hug and cheer that made your whole birthday.

but instead, you watched in shock as anton sunk onto one knee, and pulled out a box.

"don't look so surprised, now," he chuckles awkwardly. "this was a long time coming."

"i know... i just. i didn't expect you'd do it as soon as i turned thirty," you laughed. "looks like someone couldn't wait any longer."

"can you blame a man who waited fourteen years?"

you shook your head before anton called our your name, even though he already had your full attention.

"my only love, i don't have to hide my feelings anymore. i love you."

with a deep breath, filled with years and years of longing, he finally asked.

"will you marry me?"

TAGLIST ✦ @yoursyuno @totheseok

[vikkirosko]

Hi! Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I saw that your requests are now open and you've always been one of my favourites writers, so I wanted to make a request.

I've been having a hard time lately, so I want to request some comfort. Especifically, Fizzarolli, Stolas, Husk, Lucifer and Angel Dust with a reader who always try to humor every situation and act like the quirky and funny friend, even if they have a messed up life. The kind of person to disappear for a few days, return like nothing happened even if they've faced the most traumatizing experience. They always priorize other's people comfort and prefer to be the 'funny friend', because for them it's really difficult to admit they're suffering. They find other's people's problems more important than their own, so when people asked them if they're doing okay or they're caught crying, they prefer to turn the tables and act like a psychologist for the person.

I'm sorry if you can't do this, anyways, I really liked your last posts, and I hope to see more of your work.

Hi, I hope these headcanons will help you feel better

Headcanons Much-needed support

🕷 Angel Dust x Reader 💖

Angel is not used to sharing his experiences. He hid them behind rudeness, humor, and vulgar phrases. It was a defense mechanism for him, and that's why the fact that you were trying to find out about his problems and help him bothered him at first. But the more he got to know you, the more he became attached and trusted you. At some point, he could be sitting with you in his hotel room and telling you about another disgusting day, how he hated himself and his job, how he hated everything. You continued to be there for him, supporting him, and if he needed you, you hugged him. When you found out what was happening to him, you never tried to hug him without asking in advance, fearing that your careless actions might cause him unpleasant memories. But at some point, Angel had a thought that stuck in his head. He realized that he didn't understand how you could continue to be so enthusiastic even though you were both literally in Hell

He was watching you, trying to see that you were also human, just like himself. He tried to see that you also had feelings and experiences, but the more he watched, the more clearly he saw that if you had any, you pushed them so far away that you completely ignored your own feelings. You helped the others, regardless of whether you needed to help fix something, clean it up, or if you needed to help with advice or just listen. You always put others before yourself, and when others asked you if you were okay, you just laughed it off, but never directly answered the question. And that bothered him. He was even more worried when you first disappeared for a few days. Charlie was worried too, but she'd known you longer than he had, and she said it had happened before and that it wasn't worth worrying about, even though her appearance contradicted her words. When you returned, you behaved as usual, and when he asked where you were, you joked again, as if everything was fine. But Angel was sure that this was not the case

He came to your room when he knew you were there. Angel was going to have a serious talk with you. It might have been unusual for him, but you were dear to him, and if there was anything he could do for you, he was going to do it. He entered your room without knocking and immediately froze when he heard crying. You were sitting on the floor in your room and crying, hugging yourself, but as soon as you saw him, your lips stretched into a smile and you hurried to wipe your tears. Your voice was shaking, but you asked him anyway what was wrong and if he was okay. Angel closed the door behind him and said that he was much more concerned about your condition right now. You laughed it off again, continuing to try to find out what brought him to your room, but he sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms, wrapping two pairs of his arms around you. He quietly told you that you had already done so much for him and that he would not let you go until you told him about what you had been holding in yourself for so long. Angel wasn't going to let you turn everything into a joke again, not when he first saw the funny smile disappear on your face

He kept hugging you while you were crying, while you were trying to start breathing again, while you were quietly, hoarsely, sometimes breaking into sobs, telling him how bad you were. Sometimes you tried to walk away from the conversation again, but it brought you back to talking about yourself and your worries. For the first time in all the time you've known him, you've revealed your feelings to him, you've shown him the part of yourself that you've been hiding from everyone. You put others above yourself so much that you have completely forgotten how to share your own experiences. But Angel stayed with you. You did a lot to make him feel better, and now it's his turn to help you, he was ready to stay by your side as long as you needed, and even more

🃏 Husk x Reader 🥃

Husk had what he called a bartender's instinct. He listened to other people's problems so often that he got used to it and could understand when someone had emotional problems, but that didn't mean he was in a hurry to help others. But you tried to help your friends, including Husk. At first, every time you asked if he was okay, the bartender brushed you off or rudely asked you to leave him alone, but over time he began to answer you more calmly and even tell you what was going on in his head. These moments were only when you were alone, for which you didn't even go to bed late at night. He didn't tell you about his deal with Alastor, realizing that it could bring you a lot of problems. You always listened to him attentively, without giving unsolicited advice, you helped him at the bar, but in all that time you never drank with the others, you didn't share your feelings with them or Husk. You just smiled and tried to support the others no matter what

He saw you disappear for a few days several times, and then come back as if nothing had happened. When asked by others, you just laughed it off and said that they had nothing to worry about. If he had noticed this earlier, he really wouldn't have thought about it, he would have just ignored you and your behavior, but not now, not when he saw perfectly well that you were using humor so that others wouldn't see how bad you were. You continued to help others, putting their comfort far above your own. Sometimes Husk thought that you could be one of those people who would sacrifice themselves for others if the need arose, but the longer he watched you, the more he realized that you could break down at any moment if you continued to keep everything to yourself

You've been missing for a few days again, and he's already starting to worry about it. He knew it wouldn't be so easy to find you if he tried, but you interrupted his thoughts by returning. You smiled at him as if you hadn't been missing in the last few days and acted as if nothing had happened. Husk didn't let you hide in his room and invited you to join him at the hotel bar. You sat down at the bar and, with a smile on your lips, asked him if he would like to talk about something. But Husk bluntly told you that this time it was his turn to be your psychologist. At first, you tried to laugh it off, again claiming that you were fine and that he didn't have to worry about you. But Husk wasn't going to listen to your attempts to get away from the conversation. He intended to find out about everything that was gnawing at you, and seeing how the smile slowly left your face, he made sure that you understood the seriousness of his intentions

He had to ask questions to get you to say something. It was obviously unusual for you to have to share your feelings with someone, but the more you told them, the more Husk realized how much you were holding in yourself. He didn't even think it could be that bad, but now he knew the truth and he wasn't going to stay away. You needed help, and if you weren't going to ask for help on your own, then he was going to be the one to help you

🦉 Stolas x Reader 🎩

Stolas was grateful to you for being by his side. There were a lot of problems in his life and he found his solace in you. You were ready to come to him at the first call, you listened to him no matter how much time he spent talking about how hard his day was. You were always understanding, sympathetic, and when needed, you joked and cheered him up. He was grateful to you for everything, and especially for the fact that you stayed by his side even when he lost everything. You started coming to visit him much more often than before, which is why Stolas sometimes tried to joke and said that you were his free psychologist, but you always told him that he didn't have to worry about it and that you were always ready to help and support him and you didn't need anything. in return. But now that he saw what you were like in everyday life, he understood that you never told him about your problems, although it would seem that this would be quite expected

You went to the apartment where he lived, Loona and Blitzø. You brought groceries as a small thank you for taking care of Stolas and you were always ready to listen to him. Even when you were talking to them, you continued to be cheerful and smiling, as if you didn't have your own problems. At his request, you also came to the office, keeping him company when no one else was there. Sometimes you could go days without answering your messages or calls, but this has happened before. However, Stolas had not thought about this before, being too immersed in his problems. Now that his problems seem to have increased, he has become more attentive to you. You always came back and said that everything was fine, laughed it off and turned all the attention to his emotional state. When he asked Moxxie, whom he helped with the paperwork, about this, he said that most likely you had some problems of your own, but you hid them and focused on the comfort of others and not on your own. These words were firmly embedded in his head and Stolas wanted to repay you for all those times when you were with him

Stolas asked Blitzø to find out where you lived and, having received the address, asked him to take you there. Imp understood that it was important to him and took him there, after which Stolas went to your apartment. It was quiet there and it seemed like you weren't at home, but he knocked on the door anyway. At first, he didn't hear anything and thought that you really weren't at home, but after a couple of seconds you opened the door to him. You looked a little disheveled and your eyes were red, as if you had been crying for a long time. Despite this, you smiled at him and said that you weren't expecting his visit, but if he came to you, then something must have happened. Stolas came inside, and only when you closed the door did he ask if you were okay. You tried to laugh it off again, but Stolas came up to you and took your hands in his. He looked at you worriedly and asked you to be honest with him, just as he has always been honest with you. He saw that you weren't okay, and he didn't want you to keep quiet about your pain

He got one sentence after another from you, and the more you started talking, the more the smile left your face, until pain was reflected on your face. When you started crying again, hiccupping and stuttering, he hugged you, whispering that you didn't need to hurry. He hugged you while you were crying, and even when imp looked into your apartment to make sure everything was okay, he kept hugging you. Stolas saw how serious your condition really was and sincerely wanted to help. You were his support and support for so long that he couldn't remember exactly how long, and he wanted to be like that for you, so that you wouldn't keep your sorrows and pain to yourself, confident that your feelings were less important than the feelings of those around you

🍎 Lucifer Morningstar x Reader 🐍

Lucifer always tried to look optimistic in front of others. He had a reputation and couldn't show weakness, sometimes even in front of his own family. But when you came into his life, he had a person to whom he could tell everything. You were his loyal listener, you could spend long hours in his company listening to him, realizing that he really needed to speak out. You understood that he had problems and he couldn't do anything about it, often preferring to ignore some of his problems. You, in turn, were always smiling and cheerful. You joked a lot, trying to cheer him up, you gave him advice and tried your best to help him. When he started living in his daughter's renovated hotel, his condition got better and you, who visited him, saw it, but Lucifer became more attentive towards you. He realized that during all the time of your communication, he did not see you upset, saddened, he never saw any signs of pain or resentment on your face. It was like you weren't experiencing these emotions, and it really bothered him

He wasn't sure if it was all his imagination, so he decided to talk to Charlie about it. She was surprised by her father's question, but promised to help him, and for the next few days they both watched you. By the end of the week, she confirmed that he wasn't imagining it and that you really were always cheerful and smiling. Lucifer was worried that you kept your worries to yourself because of his constant problems, but when Charlie tried to talk to you about it, you just laughed it off and said that you were absolutely fine, and also that if she wanted to talk about what was bothering her, you were always ready to listen her. Lucifer couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed something so obvious for so long. But now he wasn't going to stay away. Now all the things he hadn't paid attention to before seemed so obvious, and he just couldn't leave it as it was

Lucifer knew that sometimes you spent the night in the hotel room that you were assigned, and when Charlie told him late at night that you were there, he went to talk to you. When he came to your door, he heard sobbing and he didn't take the time to knock. You didn't lock the door to your room, and when he came in, he saw you in tears. You were just about to smile at him when Lucifer ran up to you and started asking worriedly what had happened, who had brought you to tears. You tried to calm him down and make a joke, but you were interrupted by a sob, which you tried to suppress. But he saw perfectly well what condition you were in. Lucifer hugged you and began stroking your hair soothingly. You tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you, whispering that you were safe, that he was here for you, and that he was ready to listen to you and help you. You had an expression on your face like you'd never heard such words in your life, but it was like it was the last straw for you. You sobbed with renewed vigor, clinging to him and wrapping your arms around him. He's never seen you so defenseless, but he intended to keep his words and wasn't going to leave anytime soon

Lucifer insisted that you stay at the hotel. He saw that you needed support, and if you were there, he would be more worried about you than if you stayed in your apartment. There were people at the hotel who were willing to help you, and he was at the top of the list. Lucifer was ready to be the one who listens to you every time you needed it, just as you have done so many times, many more times than he could count. There were many difficult moments in your life that left traces on your soul, but even in Hell you continued to smile and joke as if nothing had happened, but now he was there and was ready to help you finally stop keeping all the pain to yourself

🎪 Fizzarolli x Reader 💟

Fizzarolli and you often spent time together. He liked your cheerful disposition and liked to see you smile, but you were not just a person close to him, but also someone who was always ready to listen to him. He shared with you what was bothering him, he told you about how he hated his job, he told you about how he dreamed of being free, he even told you about what happened in his past and why he lost his limbs. He trusted you and you always lived up to his trust. You never told his secrets, you always listened to him, tried to support him, and if he was just tired after a hard day, you were ready to cheer him up. He often asked you if you were okay, because in all the time you've known him, you've never complained about anything and he felt wrong about it, but you just laughed it off and claimed that everything was fine and that he didn't need to worry about you

He noticed that there were days when you didn't show up. It was like you'd disappear for a few days, and when he was already thinking the worst, you'd come back and act like nothing had happened. When he asked you where you'd been and if everything was okay, you joked around as always and turned the topic to what had happened in his life while you were gone. It was like you were trying your best to avoid talking about yourself, and it was becoming more and more obvious to him. That's why when you disappeared again for a few days, he went to check your apartment. He was hoping that you were at home and that you could finally have a normal conversation. When Fizz arrived, after several attempts to wait for you to open the door, he tried to open it himself. To his surprise and concern, the door was not locked, and upon entering your apartment, he heard sobs that obviously belonged to you

He hurried to the sound and found you crying. You didn't look hurt, which made him feel relieved, but when you saw Fizz, you hurried to smile and wipe away the tears, as if everything was fine. You told him you didn't hear the doorbell, but you're glad to see him. Fizzarolli asked worriedly what happened, to which, as always, you tried to laugh it off and change the subject, but he wouldn't let you do it. He put his hands on your shoulders and looked closely at your face. Fizz asked you to be honest at least now. He saw that you were feeling bad and he wanted to help you with it. He wanted to make you feel better. Your lower lip started to tremble and you started crying again. He hugged you, ignoring your mumblings that you were okay. You both knew it wasn't like that, but now at least he could finally find out the truth and try to help you

Fizzarolli spent the whole night in your apartment, listening to you and comforting you. You really needed it, and he understood that he should have continued to insist that you tell him about what was going on in your soul. If he hadn't talked about it anymore, he was sure that you would have become that smiling person again, who put the comfort of others above his own, and he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let the progress he was able to make be ruined because you decided to return to your normal behavior. Fizz understood that it could destroy you, and he simply couldn't let it happen