#the suitcase went FLYING 😭😭

[cerealmonster15]

Do I buy a tiny backpack for the plane as the personal item or a regular sized one…. Hmmmmmmm

[sturniluvr]

Love in the sun

Lando Norris x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none other than a few mentions of children (if you don’t like kids😭) possible spelling mistakes(?)

summary: Lando and Y/N go on holiday together during the summer break and come home engaged.

A/N: Keep in mind throughout that I have no idea how the luxury life works im broke asf so it may be inaccurate😭and sorry for quite a few time skips I had a bit of writers block😭

❗️semi proof read❗️

Y/N and Lando were currently halfway through their flight en route to Mykonos for a week while Lando had the summer break. The couple had a few things pre planned for the week in Greece such as a party boat they had booked prior to the holiday and Y/N was hoping for no more injuries on Lando's end after the incident in Amsterdam and going to a few tourist attractions, but they mostly just wanted to spend time with each other, they didn’t care what they were doing as long as they were together, and of course they were staying with Hilton as the couple always had the best experiences with Hilton hotels and being a sponsor of McLaren, it was only right they chose Hilton. 

Lando was scrolling on his phone and he felt a weight on his shoulder, he looked to his side and saw his girlfriend asleep on his shoulder. The love of his life, his best friend, his girl and hopefully, soon, his wife. She had been by his side since before he made it into f1, he remembers vividly how excited she was when he told her he was offered a seat with McLaren, she seemed more excited than he was, and she hadn’t left his side since. He smiled at the memory. He had a whole plan set in place to propose to Y/N, he couldn’t wait to propose to her, he had brought the ring around 2 years into the relationship when he was out with Max and he saw the perfect ring that just screamed Y/N to him and he’d just been waiting for the perfect moment, which was this holiday and also their 5 year anniversary. 

time skip to landing

Lando was looking out the window in his own world when he heard the pilot over the intercom. 

“Mr Norris, we will be starting descent in Mykonos in about 10 minutes so please get ready to fasten your seatbelt sir.” On cue, he saw the little seatbelt light come on above his head. He gently shook Y/N to wake her up. 

“Darling, we’ll be landing soon, you need to put your seatbelt on.” He spoke quietly as he knows she doesn’t like loud noises when she first wakes up. She stirs and slowly opens her eyes and lifted her head off Lando’s shoulder. Lando looked at her with a soft smile and a little chuckle escaped his lips at the sight of the woman’s messy hair.  

“Hey sleepy head, pilot just said to put our belts on we’ll be descending soon.” She nodded at him as she fixed her hair and put her belt on, Lando doing the same next to her. 

As they got closer to the ground, Y/N grabbed hold on Lando’s hand to comfort herself as landing was probably her least favourite part of flying and he rubbed her knuckles in a comforting manner. 

After landing, they grabbed their luggage and made their way to the chauffeur who led them to the car provided by Hilton to take them to the hotel.  

small time skip cus I’m lazy

They arrived to their room in the hotel and unpacked their suitcases and got changed into some clothes more suited to the warm climate of the island they were on for the next two weeks as they had an early flight and when the couple arrived it was only early afternoon After changing, Y/N and Lando left the hotel and went for a small walk around the town and get anything little essentials they may need while on holiday like bottles of water, snacks for the hotel room etc. 

“Don’t forget we need to buy sunscreen aswel, since somebody left it behind being the clever clogs he is.” Y/N said, giving Lando a cheeky smile.  

“Ha Ha, very funny cheeky.” Lando replied sarcastically, pinching her side softly. The couple laughed as they continued to walk in and out of shops and buy the essentials. 

Later on that day, Y/N was relaxing on a sunbed reading her book and Lando was next to her on another sunbed with his hat over his eyes. About half hour later, Y/N was now lying on her stomach so she could tan her back aswel as her front and she felt a pair of hands smack her bum. She looked behind to see her boyfriend with a boyish smile on his face, she smiled back at him and rolled her eyes jokingly at his actions. 

“Do you want another drink baby? I'm going to the bar.” Lando stated and she nodded. 

“Same again please Lan, I'm going to head up to the room for a little siesta, it’s getting pretty warm out here.” He nodded in understanding knowing how easily the heat got to her sometimes, that’s why he always made sure she was well hydrated and was taking care of herself. 

“Okay baby, I’ll grab our drinks and I’ll come up aswel and have a quick shower or something.” She nodded at her boyfriend before he left to go get their drinks from the bar. She packed up everything she had brought down to the pool with her and made her way into the hotel and up to their room. 

couple days later

Y/N was relaxing on the balcony of the hotel room while waiting for Lando to get back, he’d told her he was going out to get some more water for the room when in reality he was sat in the hotel reception talking on the phone to the manager of the restaurant he was planning to take Y/N to on the last day of the holiday, their anniversary, to finalise any details about the proposal and the booking details.  

“So, you’ll tell her you’re going to the bathroom and one of our waiters will lead her out to the beach? Is that correct Mr Norris?” the manager asked Lando over the phone.

“Yes, that is correct. Thank you again for helping me with this. It means a lot.” Lando replied, the manager smiled at the idea of young love.

“It's quite alright sir. Right, that's all booked and ready for you for a few days' time.” 

Once everything was finalised, he thanked the manager and hung up the phone and left the hotel with a small smile on his face at the thought of him proposing to the love of his life in the next couple days and made his way to the little shop 10 minutes from the hotel and grabbed the bottles of water like he had told Y/N he was doing. 

He walked back to the hotel and into the hotel room where he was met with the sight of Y/N asleep on the sofa in the living area with the balcony door open to let a breeze in and her book covering her face. He smiled in amusement and put the crate of water bottles down and he made his way over to the sofa. He crouched down in front of her and took her book from off her face, keeping his thumb on the page so she wouldn’t lose her page and quickly put her bookmark in place before closing it. He gently shook her awake.  

“Wake up sleepy head. We need to go downstairs for lunch soon.” She opened her eyes lazily and looked at Lando with a sleepy smile which he returned with a smile of his own. She slowly sat up and picked up her half drunk bottle of water off the table in front of her. 

“Hey pretty girl, the sun tired you out huh?” He joked, stroking her thigh. She nodded softly before speaking. 

“Yeah, and it didn’t help next door had a crying baby and I couldn’t focus on my book, so I just came inside.” Lando chuckled at her response.  

“We’ll be heading down for lunch in a minute if you wanna go freshen up a bit beforehand.” The curly haired boy spoke, Y/N nodded and made her way to their bedroom to put a clean top on as she had some sweat stains that didn’t look flattering at all and touched up the small amount of makeup she had on which consisted of just concealer, mascara and some lip balm. 

The couple both headed down to lunch, indulging in conversation about the most random topics causing them both to start laughing. The couple were suddenly interrupted by a little girl, who looked no older than 5 and had a little bunny stuffed animal in her arms, who came up to them and tapped Y/N’s arm softly. 

“Excuse me miss, can you help me find my mummy. I was with her and my older brother and now I can’t find them.” The older woman’s eyes softened at the sight of the tears in the little girl's eyes. She nodded at her. 

“Of course, sweetheart. What’s your name?” Y/N spoke in a gentle tone. 

“Emily, I’m sorry for interrupting you two, but I recognised Lando because Jack my brother is a formula one fan and I’ve seen him on tv, so I thought you two seemed safe rather than a complete stranger.” Emily admitted shyly, Lando nodded at her with a smile before the couple stood up to help her find her brother and mum. 

“You did the right thing sweetie. C’mon we’ll help you find your mum” Lando spoke, he held the little girl's small hand in his and the three of them made their way over to the front desk at reception. 

“Excuse me, this little girl has lost her mum. Do you have any idea where she could be?” Y/N asked the lady on the front desk. She nodded and made her way around to the front of the desk so she could talk to Emily. 

“What does your mum look like sweetheart?” She asked as she crouched down to her size. 

“Brown hair, green eyes, she had a long blue dress on, she was with my older brother who was wearing red swim shorts and a Minecraft t-shirt” the receptionist nodded at her. All of a sudden, they heard the voice of a woman, Y/N looked up to see a woman matching Emily’s description of her mother.  

“Emily! There you are baby!” She ran over and gave her a quick hug. Emily pointed to the three other adults before she spoke to her mum.

“The helped me mummy. Lando and his girlfriend helped me find you and the nice lady on reception!” Emily walked over to Y/N and gave her a hug which Y/N reciprocated. 

“Thank you.” Emily muttered smiling up at the couple. They both smiled at her. 

“Thank you for helping my daughter, we were so worried!” Her mum exclaimed.  

“It’s fine honestly! I can’t imagine how worried I’d be if I’d lost my kid in a resort this big.” She replied, the two women chuckling at her response. Lando looked to Jack and smiled. 

“Hey buddy, I hear you’re a formula one fan? Do you want a photo?” He asked and Jack nodded quickly, the children’s mum pulled out her phone and Jack walked over to Lando and the pair took a photo together. Jack said a quick thank you to the driver before the little family headed off and the couple went to their room to get ready for the party boat they were going on later, which thankfully did not end in any injuries on Lando’s part this time.

 

the last night of the holiday

Tonight was Y/N and Lando’s last night of the holiday, and it was their anniversary. After a morning full of cuddles, kisses, some less PG stuff and exchanging cards and gifts, the couple had spent the rest of the day walking around visiting little landmarks around Mykonos and getting gifts for family members.  

They were now currently getting ready to head out to the Italian restaurant Lando had booked for them. Y/N was wearing a flowy white dress that came down to just below her knees and Lando was wearing a plain white dress shirt and some khaki shorts that Y/N had brought him just before they came to Mykonos. 

“You ready sweetheart?” Lando shouted to Y/N from the bedroom. She walked in and smiled at him. 

“Yup. You ready?” She replied walking into the bedroom smiling at Lando who was sat on the bed. He reached out to her and rested his hands on her waist and pulled her into him, he pulled her down slightly and planted a kiss to her lips. 

“You look stunning baby. An absolute princess if you ask me.” he expressed with a small smirk on his face. She grabbed her bag off the bed and grabbed Lando’s hand and the couple made their way out the hotel and to the restaurant.  

Once they arrived at the restaurant, the waiter took them to their seats and took their orders, coming back shortly after with the drink orders which was some red wine for both of them. When they had their food brought to them around 20 minutes later, they ate their food while talking about anything they could think of. There was never a dull moment with Y/N and Lando’s conversations.

After eating and having paid the bill. Lando was about to put the plan into motion. 

“I’m just gonna head to the bathroom before we leave gorgeous. Won’t be long.” She nodded at Lando, what she didn’t realise was Lando was actually leaving through the back entrance of the restaurant to get to the beach across from the restaurant without Y/N realising. 

Shortly after, the waiter came over to Y/N and held his arm out for her to take. 

“If you’d like to close your eyes and follow me miss.” he requested. She skeptically complied and took his arm as she closed her eyes, and he took her across to the beach where Lando was waiting by the ocean.  

Once she was in front of Lando, he silently thanked the waiter and he left and went back to the restaurant. Lando grabbed Y/N’s hands in his and she took that as a sign to open her eyes and her and Lando were the only ones on the beach and the only sounds was the water crashing onto the sand. Lando began to speak. 

“Y/N, from the moment I made it home after our first date when we were 19, I knew you were the one. You’ve been with me through the ups and downs of not only my life, but my entire career and I could not thank you enough. You experienced my first podium with me and my first win and every other milestone in my career and I’ll forever be grateful to have you by my side for everything. My mum always told me as a kid that when I meet the one, I’d feel it. You’re the one Y/N. You’re my person.” Lando announced. Y/N’s hand flew over her mouth as Lando got down onto one knee and pulled out a red velvet box, opening the box to reveal the most stunning diamond ring, tears were welling in both of the adults’ eyes. 

“Y/N M/N/ L/N, will you make the happiest man ever and marry me?” He spoke with a hint of emotion in his voice. She vigorously nodded her head, tears flowing down her cheeks. 

“Yes Lando! Of course I’ll marry you” she replied. He grinned up at her and placed the ring on her left ring finger as he stood back up, hearing distant claps from people passing by and sat outside the restaurant who had witnessed the proposal. He then cupped her cheeks and pulled her into a passionate kiss full of love. The newly engaged couple pulled out of the kiss and smiled at each other, eyes filled with just as much love as the day they met. 

“I love you so much my darling girl. I can’t wait for you to be my wife.” He grinned ear to ear at his now fiancée.  

“I love you too my love. I can’t wait to be married to you and spend the rest of our lives together.” She replied, smiling back at her fiancé. 

They made their way up the beach, walking along the shore in a comfortable silence. Y/N was first to break the silence. 

“Oh my god I just realised I can now put my Pinterest board to use!” She exclaimed in excitement, clapping her hands together with a beaming smile on her face. Lando let out a laugh at her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and Y/N wrapped her arm around his waist. 

“I knew you’d say that you muppet” Lando joked. She smiled softly up at him. 

“We’re both muppets but we’re each other's muppets.” She corrected the driver. He just smiled at his girl. 

“That we are beautiful, that we are.” He softly chuckled as they continued to walk down the beach. 

Once they got home from Mykonos early the next morning, Y/N and Lando had announced the proposal on social media and rang their families, who were all very happy and excited for the couple. 

y/user

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y/user: Mykonos with my favourite human, swipe to the end for a surprise👀 (hint: he’s now completely off the market ladies🤭)

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comments:

landonorris: had the best time with you beautiful, love you forever🤍

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y/user: right back at you my love. Love you more❤️

pietra.pilao: congratulations you two!! So happy! Love you both🫶🏻

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y/user: thank you p! We love you too🫶🏻

mclaren: congratulations to you both!🧡

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lilyzneimer: omg!! Congrats you guys🤍(I better be your bridesmaid y/n/n😉😂)

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y/user: thank you lils! You already know you’re my bridesmaid babe!😉😘

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landonorris

Liked by: mclaren, y/user, oscarpiastri and others

landonorris: Lando Norriz who?😏 here’s to forever with you my darling girl I can’t wait for you to be Mrs Norris🥂I love you endlessly🤍

tagged: y/user

comments:

y/user: I love you my boy🤍can’t wait to be mrs Norris🤍 (and to use my Pinterest board😝)

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landonorris: 😭😭😭 I do love you baby😂❤️

oscarpiastri: congrats mate!👏🏻Love you both!🧡 (Y/N and Lily have already been messaging non-stop about dresses😭)

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landonorris: thanks osc!🧡 and trust me mate, I know😭

y/user: watch it you pair, lily will be just as bad when you finally grow a pair and propose osc😌😘

lilyzneimer: yes I will😉😘

oscarpiastri: 👀

maxfewtrell: congrats you pair! Lots of love❤️

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landonorris: cheers mate we love you too❤️

user3: omg my parents!!😭🫶🏻also trust Lando to wear a jumper in Mykonos😭

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[onboardsorasora]

girl i keep thinking about your enchanted au and I find myself craving more 🥹 I can’t wait for the kiss 😭💗 how is daniel doing with christmas approaching? are they going to spend it together? will he do the mandatory christmas cleaning with all of his animal friends? so many questions 🤓

Oh my dear! I know we've already gushed about the actual factual fireman's hose of ideas this ask inspired, but I am SOOOO excited to write it all🫨🫨!!! Here is the first bit, that includes our hive mind 😍

Part 1 | Part 13

Part 14

Max opened his front door, wearily depositing his suitcase in the entryway and letting the door click close behind him. Jimmy came to greet him with a small chirp and Sassy wasn't behind him so that meant Daniel was either holding her or doing something silly so she was watching over him.

Now that he focused on the absence of Sassy or Daniel, he heard Daniel's voice coming from the open patio door.

“But Chellie I don't have Jessie or Rii to help. I can't clean by myself! There's so much” Max could hear Daniel's pout a mile away. He had no clue who Jesse or Rii were or what he was cleaning however.

“Well if you want to prepare for Christmas properly you have to clean, Bub.” Michelle's voice was at least suitably sympathetic. “Why don't you ask Max to help you?”

“Well I dunno if he even celebrates Christmas. That's a whole thing first.” Daniel sounded hesitant, his lips forming his words over the thumb that was in his mouth. No doubt he was biting the nail in worry.

Christmas was coming up, Max had forgotten with all of the recent changes. He normally went home for the holiday so he wouldn't have to think about decorating his place here. He doubted that would be happy news for Daniel to hear. Max didn't want him to think that once again he was changing his plans because Daniel’s presence was ruining them.

Max took out his phone to send out a text to his mother and sister suggesting they have Christmas celebrations here in Monaco instead of back in Maaseik. They both responded quickly in the affirmative and Max felt a small relief in his chest. That was one problem down, now to try to figure out what Michelle and Daniel were talking about in regards to preparations. 

Max never really paid much attention to the whirlwind that usually happened around Christmas time. He was always too busy with work. He only knew it was coming closer when businesses and cities would start wrapping their trees with lights and ornaments. Then he would get a text containing a wishlist from his family and then he’d have his manager buy all the gifts. Then, he would fly home to spend the holidays with his family, his mother’s house would already be fully decorated by the time he got here and his contribution to dinner was more often than not a salad that he made off to the side of the kitchen so as to not get in the way of his mother and sister and their big cooking.

Were there special traditions that they had in Australia? Did Daniel’s family do anything specific that he would be missing? He walked into the kitchen while typing ‘christmas traditions in australia’ into his phone. Quite a few things popped up, some blogs and a few news sites. A lot of them made absolutely no sense to Max, including Christmas meals of prawns and seafood barbeque. He hoped that wasn’t something Daniel was particularly married to. He wasn’t sure he could provide any surfing– there was no telling with the waves in Monaco, but there could absolutely be a beach day and a Christmas lunch. Max had no clue what a pavlova was, but it was on every blog as one of the top three things about Aussie Christmas so he needed to see if there was a bakery nearby that would be able to bake it for him.

He was so deep in his research that he didn’t hear when Daniel walked into the living room and shut the patio door behind him.

“Maxy! You’re home!” Daniel’s grin was bright and he skipped through the common areas to throw himself into Max in a big hug. Max made a small ‘oof’ sound but his arms wrapped around Daniel’s smaller form quite easily.

“I am back.” He confirmed unnecessarily. He’d only been gone for a few days (with strict instructions to Lando that Daniel wasn’t to get drunk again), but it felt way longer in ways he wasn’t sure he was ready to confront. An american holiday was coming up and the team had wanted him to film some content. Christian and Adrian had also used that time to lock him in the sim to go over data for the new car.

He had been fine when at the factory, being distracted by work. But when he got back to his flat in Milton Keynes, he had felt the absence of everyone acutely. He’d gotten used to having a full house. Jimmy and Sassy used to prowl around silently and give him their attention, nowadays they were chirping and meowing when not with Daniel. Max always knew where they were as if they were keeping him updated on their whereabouts. He hadn’t realized how much he’d come to appreciate or listen out for it.

And Daniel, of course Daniel was louder than the cats. And his presence filled the flat. When he wasn’t singing or humming, or shimmying, or frolicking, or anything that was the complete opposite of staying still and quiet, he was in the proclaimed cat nest whispering sweet nothings to the cats. Or chatting on the phone to his family (or Max’s, he’d overheard many short conversations between Daniel and Vic or Luka). Daniel was a very bright spot in his home life. And his flat in Keynes felt very dull and grey while he had been by himself.

Daniel disentangled his octopus limbs from Max and filled a glass with water from the tap and handed it to the slightly confused man. A blush bloomed on Daniel’s cheeks.

“Jimmy said you normally drink water when you come back and you haven’t yet.” Daniel whispered, a tad embarrassed. Jimmy chirped from the countertop as if cosigning.

“Thank you Daniel, and Jimmy.” Max accepted the glass and drank it down in a few gulps. He watched as Daniel started picking at his cuticles, biting the small bit of skin by his thumb. He was nervous. “Is everything alright, Daniel?”

“I… uhm. Do you have plans for Christmas?” Daniel rushed out almost in a whisper, as if he was afraid of the answer. Max knew he was.

“Mom, Vic and the boys are coming here. Is that ok?”

Daniel sagged with relief and Max felt his own shoulders lose their tension. 

“Oh good! Thats– thats good.” Daniel muttered to himself. He looked at his phone as if checking the time before looking back up at Max again with hesitant brown eyes. “Uhm, do you guys have any traditions that you do?”

Max made a show of thinking to himself, looking to the ceiling as if he was pulling from distant memory and not that he had spent the last maybe twenty minutes freaking out about the same subject.

“It would be better to ask Mom or Vic, I think. But, of course, we are having a tree and Christmas lunch and dinner. The boys normally wake up really early to open their presents and they help Mom make breakfast. I think there is a Christmas market as well.” He looked over at Daniel who was paying close attention with his active listening face. He looked like he didn’t want to miss a detail.

“Oh! Ok, I can call Vic. where do you keep– no that's ok I can ask Sassy–”

“Where do I keep what?” Max asked quickly, a bit of dread creeping down his spine. He looked over at the cat in question quickly, she tilted her head questioningly before he looked away. He needed to have a quick talk with Sassy so she wouldn't give him up. Never before now would he have ever considered his cat a secret keeper….but look at him now.

“Oh, well I just wondered where you kept your decorations, is all. When do you normally put them up by? Mama likes to get everything started on the first.”

Max felt a cold sweat on his neck and he swallowed the lump in his throat at the thought of lying to Daniel. He didn’t lie– didn’t see the point of saying something that wasn’t true, not even to spare someone’s feelings. But he couldn’t make himself come clean about this, he didn’t want to see the sadness on Daniel’s face.

“I need to buy new ones.” he blurted, not a lie. Not the whole truth either, but Max was considering it a PR win, a media spin. Like when a journalist asks him a question Vicky already told him he wasn’t allowed to answer.

“You do?” Daniel’s eyes lit up at the thought of christmas shopping and Max knew he said the right thing. He nodded, so he wouldn’t have to think of more incorrect statements. “Oh that's perfect! I’ll make a list!”

And then Daniel was off, and Max felt his shoulder’s sag in his own relief. Jimmy jumped off the countertop to follow after the Aussie whirlwind and Sassy stayed on her perch atop the fridge. She gave Max that look again, the one he was starting to recognize as being way too smart for any cat to be.

“He doesn’t need to know, ok. We keep this secret to ourselves.” Max muttered to his cat, complete with putting his finger on his lips in the shushing gesture. Sassy tilted her head again in the opposite direction before chirping again and jumping to the countertop. He offered up scritches and she purred in response, it seems they came to an agreement.

“Good girl, you’re the best Sass.” Max murmured lovingly.

Part 15

[dobaara]

okay let me tell you everything

[writeformesinpie]

Restless Devotion

Lee Seokmin (DK) x Fem!Reader 

Summary - You’re home alone… at least you think you are. You can’t shake the feeling that someone’s watching you. 

Genre - Yandere

Warnings - Stalker, sexual content, implied violence, obsession, swearing, yandere themes. 

Word Count - 1.6k

A/N - This is part of the Don’t Be Scared Seventeen Halloween Collab. It is so late! 😭 I’m sorry @jeonronwoo​ ! (Pretty sure that this collab was cancelled or abandoned which is fine - I actually wrote this last September but never edited it - stupid ADHD brain haha) 

   There’s a faint tap against the window.

   It’s not the first time you’ve heard the gentle scraping sound while you sit on your bed, scrolling on your laptop. The last few nights have all been the same but when you look outside all you see is the display garden a few steps from your window.

   Someone could be hiding out there, past the delicate garden, out in the maple trees. It’s true, but no matter how long you stare into the dark spaces between the flora, you’ve yet to see anyone or anything moving around. A soft breeze flickers against the open curtain and the material dances for a few moments before falling back into an unsettling stillness.

   It’s not just a branch like your roommate suggested earlier in the week, how could it be? The branches are too far away. It’s physically impossible.

   They also suggested it was a rock from a passing car hitting the wall, which you admit is the more likely of the two, but still unlikely. The rock would have to fly past all the trees and just happen to make its way between them to land close to your window. And to do so more than once? Perhaps it had been just a bug or some kind of animal.

   Goosebumps crawl across your skin as you look outside once more. No, you’re not alone.

   You are being watched.

   There’s no logic behind it. It’s only a feeling, but you know it’s true.

   The ping of your phone sounds off as you peek through the middle of the lace separating the solid purple drapes on either side of it. Maybe it’s time to invest in some blackout curtains, or some thick horizontal blinds.

   There’s no one outside – no one you can see, anyway.

   Letting out a deep sigh, you walk back to the bed and dive headfirst against the bedspread, your body rigid and unmoving until another ping of your phone demands your attention.

   It’s your roommate. They’re out of town visiting their family and have something new to complain about no doubt. Tossing your phone onto your pillow, you continue to scroll through social media, responding to some of your friends before your phone pings once more.

   “Alright, alright. What do you want?” Looking at her message, you pull the phone closer to your face. “What the fuck?”

   This can’t be real.

   Needing to see it on a larger screen, you search up the username your roommate sent you. The account pops right up. It’s real. But who would do this?

   “What is this?”

   Typing furiously, you ask questions that she doesn’t know the answers to. A friend of hers you had met a few times happened across the account and thought it was suspicious and forwarded it. They don’t know who the owner of the account is. They don’t know if it’s just a joke. They don’t know anything useful at all.

   This can’t be real.

   It’s an instagram account claiming to be your official fansite with a bunch of your pictures. Nothing but your pictures. One hundred and twenty nine of them.

   Pictures you haven’t seen before. Pictures of you in your bedroom sitting on your bed, looking at your laptop or laying down while staring at your phone. Pictures of you outside talking to friends or buying groceries. And, perhaps the most disturbing of all, pictures of you wearing a towel while you brush your teeth in the bathroom. The angles make it obvious these were taken from your window but the bathroom is on the second floor.

   ”The love of my life.”

   ”You went to the aquarium today.”

   ”Should I help with your flat tire?”

   Pushing the laptop away, you jump off the bed. Pulling the suitcase out from under your bed, you unzip it before flinging open your dresser. Scraping together as many items as you can, you toss them on your bed. A soft rap at the window throws you off guard, your head snapping up as you look back in the direction of the sound.

   Ignoring what you hope is indeed just a bug, your heartbeat throbs in your ears as you look back at the laptop. The account boasts about being your biggest fan, that you’re the love of their life and this is their way to worship you, that you deserve to be treated like a queen.

   It’s too much. Tears well in your eyes as a wave of shivers take control of your shoulders.

   There’s more.

   Although there aren’t many likes, the comments somehow outweigh them. Each comment is worse than the last. Creepy messages fill the space under your photos, wishing they could touch you and asking for more content. They want to see you closer. They want to see you with less clothing. They want to see you cry. They want to see you moan.

   Scrolling through each photo, you look with utter disbelief at the captions and comments, tears streaming down your face.

   Returning your focus back to packing, you shove the clothes into the case, mindless of what you grabbed and what you even need. You click your tongue as a wave of cold sweat covers your arms and face. The pictures. The older ones were of you in your backyard, in your car and out and about. The more photos this freak posted, the closer they were until–

   You turn the laptop towards you and shudder.

   The last photo.

   The last picture of you is from inside the house, the mesh of the window no longer visible.

   It’s of you sleeping.

   As if someone was hovering above you while you slept.

   Taking a deep breath, you stumble to the door, your fingers shaking as you try several times to lock it. Sweat lubricates your palms, making it difficult to turn the knob. Once you hear the familiar click, you turn your back and slide down, landing roughly on your arse. Slumped up against the door, your shoulders hunched, you take a few deep breaths before your breathing finally starts to slow and you’re able to sooth your raging heart closer to that of a normal rhythm.

   “It’s okay. You’re okay,” you hum as you begin to rub your forearms back and forth, the continuous movement lulling you into a sense of security. There’s nothing to fear. You’re fine. You are safe here. There’s no one here.

   As if on queue the soft tap at your window causes you to jump.

   There’s someone outside.

   Pushing yourself up, you turn towards the glass and whimper. This can’t be happening. With a rapid glance around the room, your eyes lock on the five pound dumbbell lying on the ground by your closet. Edging across the wall, you slink to the floor and raise the weight in front of you in a protective stance as you inch closer to the window.

   Halfway there a creaking sound comes from the floor above, stopping you dead in your tracks. Head heavy, you look at the ceiling before turning back to the window with a gasp.

   There’s no one outside.

   No one’s outside but, through the reflection of the window, you see the closet door opening behind you.

   He’s already inside the house.

   Steadying yourself, you take a deep breath before turning on your heel and swinging the dumbbell at the stranger in your room. He just smiles and sidesteps your attack. His reactions are faster than yours and before you can lift the weight again, his arms have circled your body and forced it out of your hand. It crashes to the ground with a mighty thud.

   “You fucking creep,” you screech, slaming the heel of your foot into his shin before you run towards the door. Turning the knob a few times, you curse under your breath. You had locked it just a few minutes ago, the action backfiring. As you push against the lock to open the door, he pulls you back by your hair, lifting you up in the air and hurling you onto the bed. Pain radiates from your scalp as you scramble up to the headboard, holding out your hands. “What do you want? Please don’t hurt me.”

   “Oh baby, I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you.” The light catches his features, shadows enunciating every curve and dip. His face is all angles, and his kinked and fluffy hair dusting his eyes keeps them from full view. He looks as deranged as his words.

   “How can you love me? We don’t even know each other,” you say, a gurgled bubble clogging your throat on the last word, turning your voice into something unrecognisable. “Please just let me go.”

   “I’m never gonna let you go.”

   He slinks down onto the bed and slides towards you, his face covered with a grin that stretches across his slender face. He catches one of your feet as you kick out against him. Lifting your leg up, he presses his lips against your ankle. Flinching, you pull back but his fingers bite into your skin, making you cry out.

   “No one will ever love you as much as I do. This world doesn’t deserve you.” He’s looking at you from the same level now and you can see his eyes. They’re dark, like the rest of his features, with a glimmer of hope and lust on full display. He’s looking at you like a cat who found a saucer of milk.

   “Please, don’t.” Your voice is a whisper. His eyes are intent on yours as his tongue caresses your calf, leaving a trail of kisses up to your thigh. “Just stop.”

   “I’m going to love you with every inch of my being,” he whispers, slithering up your body, a smile still adorning his face. “And I’ll never stop. Not until your dying breath.”

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[kimnjss]

for the video series: ever since hoseok was at the airport in his shorts and jean jacket nothing underneath... it’s all I’ve been able to think about 😭 he looked so disheveled. i know there isn’t any dialogue but god whatever you came up with would be magical

[ part fifteen of a new series called: ‘clips with context’ - feel free to request your own! ]

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UNBUTTONED JACKET

it only took one meeting for hoseok to decide that he wanted you. from the moment you're entering the room, he can't keep his eyes off of you. his only focus being how to get his hands on you and he wasn't someone that liked to waste his time. // explicit. requested. 1.8K words.

warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, heavy petting, hobi is unapologetically a hoe, hickeys, unprotected sex (y’all... be smart), cumshot, quiet sex, sex on plane, semi-public sex... yn is living the dream.

you had just wanted to meet up for lunch. schedules finally matching up with your best friend, so it only made sense that you'd take the time to see each other. you didn't think twice when she was texting you asking you to meet up at her shoot. it's something you've done before and vice versa. and you had been more than prepared to wait a little bit for her to be ready to hang out.

what you hadn't prepared for was being laid out and split open by the main dancer of the world's biggest boy band... not even a full hour after meeting him. the man worked fast, saw what he liked, and went for it without a second thought. and you just happened to be the object of his desire at the moment. greetings go by in a blur, becky introducing you as her longest and dearest friend while hoseok stood there plotting, a grin plastered on his lips.

you half heard the conversation he was having with one of his members, able to pick up on the words that you did understand. and it didn't take a genius to figure out guy talk and the fact that it was happening just moments after meeting you was a huge indicator. he even made it a point to introduce you to his friend through facetime, playing it off as if he was just excited to be there. in reality, they were sizing you up. and forty minutes later, he's cornering you.

and it's all downhill from there. your visits to the set becoming more frequent, an unneeded distraction as your friend not so lightly put it – annoyed with the number of times hoseok was caught feeling you up between takes. but what were you supposed to do, say no? the guy couldn't keep his hands to himself – who were you to stand in the way of that?

by the grace of god, though, they're managing to finish shooting exactly on time. despite your best efforts.

his hotel room had sort of become a second home in the days that he spent here, so it's weird to see everything packed neatly into his suitcases the morning he's set to fly back home. soft lips steal your attention, pressed against the satin of your bonnet, as he attempts to stir you awake. no idea you've been watching the minutes tick by since the sun came up.

you were in no way in love with hoseok, let's set the record straight on that. you knew what this was before it was starting and you weren't expecting more than he was willing to give – but! but, that didn't take away from the fact that he was an all-around cool person. yes, he was extremely sexy, talented, and great in bed... but also, he was just fun to be around. so it's not crazy to feel a little sad about the fact you wouldn't have that anymore.

your eyes are blinking open and landing on the large smile on his face, cute dimples on full display at the corner of his lips. “do you need a ride back to your place?” he's whispering as if it's not just the two of you in the room. he likes how quick you are to nod, a soft hum sounding from our lips. “are you leaving right now?” his hand curls into the top of the blanket, tugging it down to reveal your naked body to his greedy eyes. “i might have a few minutes to spare,” he says with a grin, leaning down to press a wet kiss to your lips. one that you're graciously accepting, arms wrapping around his neck.

hoseok was wrong. he did not have a few minutes to spare, as soon as he's fitting his hand between your legs – there's a loud knock on the door. a gruff reminder that his flight boards in a little over an hour. “you're gonna be late,” you say through a giggle, legs spreading wider for him. the tip of his finger running over your slit.

“the plane is gonna leave without you,” you taunt, making zero efforts to let him go. his arms are wrapping around your waist, securing your legs around him. “why don't you come with me?” words murmured against the skin of your neck. and you're letting out a laugh because you simply do not believe him.

his tongue drags over the warm skin of your neck, hips rolling up into yours as breathy moans fall from your lips. hard cock nudging against your thigh, it's lost on you how he's able to form a coherent thought. “you want to?” and you're almost positive he's talking about sex, so you're quick to agree. only to be met by the look of shock on his face. “really!?” his head lifts from your neck to get a good look at your face and with the new space, you're able to fully put together what he's asking you. and surprisingly, your answer doesn't change. “yeah, I wanna go with you. it'll be fun,” he doesn't need to hear anything else.

quick to pull his body from yours and collecting the clothes you've got thrown around the room. “get dressed then, we gotta hurry.” a giggle falls from your lips, attempting to catch the clothing he throws your way all while getting dressed. riding on the excitement that comes from being spontaneous, you don't even think twice about the plans you've got for the rest of the week or the fact that you're not even properly packed. you were going because he wanted you to. the rest could be figured out along the way.

you're late boarding the plane, surprise surprise. hand in hand, giggling loudly as you're ushered to your seats. thank god for private jets, because hoseok had zero plans of keeping his hands to himself. as soon as you're settled into your seat, he's tugging you into his lap. kissing you sloppily while his hands sneak underneath your shirt. it's a long flight from la to korea and most of it is spent wrapped up with each other. whether you were watching movies, talking, napping, or feeling each other up. you couldn't seem to get enough of each other. and you have yet to figure out what you were going to do in korea for two weeks, just that he'd be there and that was turning out to be all you cared about.

“are you sleeping?” his gaze is shifting from the screen at the sound of your voice. “nope, i'm watching this.” there's a small smirk on his lips, fingers dragging over the outside of your arm. “what's up?” he's saying through a laugh, picking up on the expectant look in your eyes. “everyone else is sleeping,” he's taking a moment to peek around at the other people around you, lips shifting into a grin as he looks back down at you.

“yeah? what are you thinking?” it's easier to show him rather than say it, so you're reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair – tugging him into a wet kiss. his tongue pushing into your mouth as you sneak your hands underneath his shirt.

it's the first to go, the skirt that you're wearing bunched up at your waist. you're reaching to lower his shorts just enough to pull his cock from its confines. he's so hard in your hand. “you're fucking dripping,” he groans, lips inches from ours while his fingers graze over your slit. “can you keep quiet?” dark eyes lifting behind you to peek at the sleeping figures sprawled around the plane and you're quick to nod. that's all the convincing he needs, hands pulling your body further into his lap. the blanket you had been sharing covering your lower halves. it just takes a few rolls of his hips to have the tip of his cock probing at your entrance, mouth dropping as he pushes his way deeper inside of you.

“fuck,” you're gasping, a little too loud for his liking – his hand is lifting to clamp over your mouth. and it has your pussy clenching around his cock, pulling a grunt from his lips. “keep quiet,” he's mumbling, dropping his hand from your mouth and it shocks you how much you miss it.

his hips move slowly against yours, walls sucking him in with each thrust. he's falling into a steady pace, thighs slapping against your ass as he uses his grip on your hips to bounce you. he's so deep. mushroom head hitting the deepest parts of you and it's impossibly hard to keep quiet. teeth cutting into your lower lip as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

hoseok muffles the sounds he would be making by sucking kisses into your skin, fingers bruising your honeyed skin. you would think you'd be used to the way having him this deep inside of you feels – but you can't seem to get over it. the way his hips move against yours, effortlessly driving you insane. and it's not long before your thighs are shaking, grip tightening around his wrists. and you're biting down on your lips so hard, you swear you taste blood.

he fucks you until you're seeing stars, body tensing above him. and the moment your wetness is surrounding his cock, he's snapping. warm cum coating your walls as heavy breaths brush against your neck. he's much louder than you, causing a few of the people close to you to stir. but he's too far gone to care, hips grinding into yours as he calms down.

the two of you make no efforts to put any space between you, perched on his lap for the remainder of the flight with his hands between your legs. a movie playing in the background, but you're more focused on sucking wet kisses onto his chest. neither of you expects the plane to land, too wrapped up in each other to think of anything else. and you most definitely didn't think of the fans and press that were going to be waiting outside for him. his team is rushing him to his feet, directing the two of you in separate directions to not cause an uproar.

hoseok barely has time to button his jacket before he's being hauled off of the plane, a smile plastered on his face as he greets the people. you hear the way the crowd screeches, shocked to see how exposed the man is. and he's so cool about it, waving happily as they chant his name. no idea what the two of you had spent the entirety of his flight doing.

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[violetsandfluff]

Another dad!shawn request if you want:

Dad!Shawn and his 4 year old daughter Daniella on tour and just like the chaos of the tour life like early morning plane flights and then goofing out in soundcheck and things like that over the tour

Yes 😵‍💫😭 ps sorry this took so long 🙈. Think of this picture of them:

“Are you excited for your first plane ride?” Shawn asked, making a swooping motion with his veiny hands.

Daniella started dancing while she shrieked, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She stilled long enough to ask, “Daddy, how fast are we gonna fly?”

Shawn looked at her with amusement and admiration as she panted and coughed due to lack of air. “We’re gonna go so fast, Dani,” he says, eyes bright. Waiting for her to catch her breath from jumping around, he whisked her off the ground and spun her in circles.

She giggled with glee as she looked into her father’s deep eyes. The duo was so genuinely happy that anyone who saw them would instantly have their day made.

“We gotta go to sleep fast tonight so you can wake up early. You think you can do that?”

Daniella turned around and started playing with her backpack. She mentioned something about flying and big girl beds, but Shawn couldn’t make out what she was saying.

He knew she was happy and that was all that mattered.

As Daniella played, Shawn composed a list of what he needed to pack for her: A bathing suit, her softest blanket, her favorite stuffed animal, and countless dolls and various other activities to occupy her.

Soaps, shampoo, spare clothes, washcloths and Tylenol just in case. Many outfits for both of them and everything else they could possibly need.

They were setting out together on the next leg of Shawn’s world tour and they were leaving in sixteen hours. They should get packing.

“Okay, Dani,” Shawn said, handing his daughter a small carry-on bag. “I’m going to say an item and you’re going to put it in the bag. Sound good?”

His precious daughter nodded, excited to help. She packed toys and some clothes for herself, as well as coloring books and washcloths. She couldn’t get everything to fit in the bag, but she did a good job. Shawn decided against putting her down for a nap because she would never sleep at night, let alone hours early.

He rolled her clothes tightly so they took up less space. His goal was to get everything into two carry-on bags and one larger suitcase. He accomplished this while she played, and he made sure to highlight the last-minute things he needed to pack. They would be leaving for the airport at 2:30 the next morning.

And at 1:30, Shawn’s alarm rang readily at his side. He put the remainder of his and his daughters necessities for the next month into his suitcase and they set off.

Daniella was sleepy and disgruntled from being awoken so early, but she was soon singing Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star in the back of the Uber as she looked up at the night sky.

Listening to her little voice made Shawn’s chest feel tight. He couldn’t believe that he was lucky enough to have her. He already missed her little presence in his house when she had her first sleepover. He already missed her when she went off to kindergarten for an entire day. He already missed her when she would move off to college in fourteen years.

But now she was all his and he intended to keep it that way at least for the present.

She fell asleep in the car, meaning Shawn carried her inside the airport along with all three of their bags. She woke up with the motion and “helped” him push the suitcase into the building.

She spoke loudly to herself about going on tour with her daddy and flying in an airplane. She was wearing a purple sweatsuit that was just as easy to wear out as it was to sleep in. Her hair was messy and knotted from sleeping on, but it was nothing he couldn’t fix.

She was mesmerized by watching the luggage get checked. They made it through security after ditching their shampoos and finally boarded the plane.

Daniella was extremely excited to be sitting by the window though she could barely look out of it because she was so small. While she looked, Shawn ran his fingers through her knotty hair and put it up in a bun so the mess wasn’t as evident. He could worry about it later.

She was a little shook up after takeoff, but she recovered enough to fall asleep. He woke her up when they were landing and she was upset because, A, she was sleep-deprived, and, B, she had missed most of the flight.

“Don’t worry, Princess,” Shawn reassured her. “We’ll be on many more planes this month.”

When they had landed, she flounced off the plane just ahead of Shawn. The sun was shining and, when they got through security and outside, Shawn asked her if she knew where she was.

When she shook her head, Shawn explained that they weren’t in Canada anymore: they were in America. She got all excited from this bit of news because Disney World was in America.

They went with Shawn’s management to the hotel they would be staying at for pre-leg sound checks. Their first show would be in two days in New York City.

Shawn and Dani relaxed in the hotel for the rest of the day to catch up on lost sleep and be together. Aaliyah was flying in to watch Dani when Shawn was unable to and, in typical Daniella fashion, she was more excited for Auntie Liyah than her own father.

The next morning, Shawn got Daniella up early and put her in a cute sun dress and did her hair in pigtails. He packed some toys, coloring books, and crayons in a backpack for her to play with while he did his sound check, but when they got there, she wasn’t taking any interest in them.

She wanted to sing into the microphones like Daddy. So Shawn scooped her up and put her face beside the microphone. She began singing and everyone there let out a collective aww.

One of Shawn’s crew members ran out with a mic for Daniella and lowered it down to her height.

“Do you wanna ding one of Daddy’s songs?” the crew member asked and she nodded with excitement.

Shawn began playing his guitar and when it was time for them to sing, he stopped to point at Dani. She sang and he assisted her, and all of his crew sat down to watch them and how happy they were.

Tour life was crazy, and it was even crazier with a four-year-old along, but Shawn was glad he got to bring his daughter with him to watch her constantly.

The New York opener was packed full, and every being in that stadium enjoyed listening to Shawn’s little Princess sing her heart out.

Sound checks were sometimes tough to get to, and early morning flights could be hard not to miss, but Shawn and Dani enjoyed every second thoroughly.

[dobaara]

my suitcase went flying 😭