#boy fell in love so hard he lost his sillies

[sunnomnoms]

*SLIDES INTO YOUR ASKBOX*

Hey, may i request for Herlock Sholmes x Reader where like how would Herlock confessing his love to reader headcanons? 👀

*as you slide into my dms I catch you in a little box, then moving you to a little terrarium* ah yes, my new specimen. enjoy your new home anon.

Headcanon format my beloved, you conserve so much energy <3 reader’s gender isn’t clarified so slay what you wanna slay and go cray. I focused a lot on his internal though process in this so I feel like I didn’t write him silly enough (a crime) I hope you will forgive me anon

The feelings, and eventual confession of Herlock Sholmes

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Despite his incredible mind, it takes an embarrassing amount of time for our beloved Sholmes to understand his actual feelings.

It’s not that he’s never been attracted to anyone, it’s more or less that he’s never felt anything too much deeper than general attraction- nothing ever too special.

But when he finds himself able to actually trust you enough to occasionally tell you what’s going on in his head, that’s when he becomes a bit alarmed.

It’s not as if he’s panicked or afraid or anything, it’s just that there’s a large portion of time that he was just… unsure. was it attraction? was it just a little phase of his? did he value you as a true friend, or was he wanting more?

It took him some time to figure out, “testing” his own emotions on the littlest of interactions to see what got a reaction out of himself.

Whenever you laughed at his ridiculous antics, he noted how he’d often want to pause to laugh along with you- he found the sound of your happiness so infectious. Or when he’d give you little pieces of information on cases he was working on, how you’d lean close listening eagerly- he noted his deeper desires begging for him to pull you closer.

He noted how he valued your thoughts and praise on his work more than anyone else across the world. he noted how he felt his blood rush when you told him how lucky someone would be to have him as their own- completely unaware that he wanted you to be that someone.

Though, he wasn’t unaware for long. Watching his own mannerisms and noting his own reactions to things he felt would be normal in a friendship brought him to the conclusion that he most certainly had deeper feelings for you.

He didn’t exactly like this conclusion.

It’s not that he didn’t like you, that was clearly the opposite of the issue. It was that he wasn’t exactly willing to ruin a current friendship with his (in his opinion) useless and (what he believed to be) unrequited feelings. As a busy man, he felt he would simply make things more difficult for himself if he even took the time to woo you.

So he didn’t. He absolutely wanted to, the dreamy fantasy of taking you somewhere nice and enjoying nothing more than indulging in your presence nearly plagued him.

So much so, he became fairly frustrated with himself. No matter how much work he put in front of himself, there you still were, taking up a good bit of his thoughts.

And with time, it only got worse.

He could hardly focus any more, others took note of it and even Iris herself seemed confused at the slight change in his demeanor.

So he decided the next course of action was to stop it. How so? confessing.

He wasn’t… exactly looking forward to it.

Sholmes is by no means a man with no confidence, however he was thoroughly convinced these were unrequited feelings. he swore to himself this was fact, that it was one of his great deductions he had made…

But nonetheless, he prepared to inform you that he was in love with you attracted to you.

He didn’t plan anything overly romantic, there were no rose petals or candles lit or anything like that. He asked if you cared to accompany him for lunch, to which you agreed.

You had visited a little restaurant for lunch, the two of you chatting about the most recent case of his (complete with him sharing details he probably shouldn’t, but he couldn’t bear the idea of leaving you too curious).

He’d ramble to you about the little details, telling you his more outlandish theories (some he made up on the spot- just to see you laugh) before getting to his more serious ones. When you told your own little theories, he almost felt guilty for how closely he listened- and when you gave your praise to his own work… he felt even worse about how much he enjoyed it. You truly held a monopoly on his mind… or so he felt.

After that, the two of you walked along the streets of London, avoiding the most populated ones as to not get bombarded with people too curious about Herlock himself.

The two of you ended up at a quiet little pier, looking out over the water. in the distance, you could see the bustling city with its countless carriages and crowds, below you occasionally could see little fish and the waves. Despite Herlock’s desire to not go all out (he didn’t want to pressure you into pretending you had the same feelings for him), he somehow ended up bringing you somewhere slightly romantic. Damn.

As you leaned against the rail and looked at the view before you, Herlock’s demeanor slightly… changed.

“[Y/N], I fear there’s something I may have been fairly… evasive about, regarding you.”

While he was still our beloved Sholmes, it was as if he was purposely trying to keep up his usual act while attempting to show he was serious. For you, it worked.

Upon questioning what he meant, he turned from your gaze a bit, and took a deep breath.

“Well, I suppose you could say I find you attractive- Though, that’s not quite it. You’re someone I’ve found myself very fond of, and I seem to place you above most others. The best way to describe my current predicament is that… I have feelings for you more complicated than I’ve had for anyone else.”

Assuming you reacted how anyone would to such sudden bluntness with surprise and accidental silence, only then would he glance at you from the side, watching you process what he’s said. He tries to hide it, but he’s clearly desperate for any sort of answer- even though he thinks he already knows what you’ll say next.

Assuming you confess your own feelings back to him, his immediate response would be a nearly scripted response of his own.

“As expected, I knew you were unlikely to feel the same way but I felt it was imperative- I- sorry, I beg your pardon?”

The worlds greatest detective absolutely did not consider the possibility of his deductions being incorrect. He turned his head to look at you, a foreign look of surprise and pure confusion on his face.

Upon hearing you repeat yourself, he blinks a few times before turning back forward- you can almost hear the gears turning in his head. He’s silent as he’s processing your words, not entirely sure if he believes them.

You’d likely have to continue the conversation from there, as he’s lost in his own thought and desperately needs to be tugged back out of his own head. If you were to suggest a date, or any sort of pursuing any relationship with him, he would grow almost flustered.

He never planned you to feel the same way, much less desire a relationship with him. he is disastrously underprepared for such a thing.

But invigorated with the frazzled feeling of his feelings being requited after all, he’d be ready to make it all up on the spot for you as if that was what he expected all along. Not that he has you fooled, of course.

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[teamatsumu]

do you? i do. (akaashi keiji x reader)

summary: you lose a bet, so now you have to confess to your crush. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.

word count: 1461

tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties @pinkiipeachiikeen @keiva1000 @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @kindnessspreads

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Turns out, promising to do ‘anything you want’ wasn’t something Konoha Akinori took lightly. Especially not when you add Bokuto Koutaro to the mix. Konoha was a sly opportunist, while Bokuto wasn’t embarrassed by anything, so it was a deadly combination.

You didn’t know why you let yourself be talked into making a stupid, silly bet with the two boys. Konoha had a talent to goad, and he managed to successfully goad you. So when you lost the bet (really, why did you think having a physical competition with two volleyball players was a good idea), it was like Konoha had his winning prize ready. The request fell from his lips like he had been practicing it for days.

Which he probably had. The menace.

So here you were, hands shaking violently as you put away water bottles and towels, cleaning up the club room and taking all the time in the world to change back into your uniform. The other managers had offered to wait for you so you could walk home together, but you encouraged them to go on, saying you had some stuff to organize before you left so it would take time. You didn’t need them to stick around to see you horrifically embarrass yourself when you confessed your silly crush and got rejected. Already Konoha was making all the boys stay behind to witness the moment. You couldn’t bear to have your closest friends see it too.

You locked the club room behind yourself before slowly and painfully making your way to the gym. You could hear the thuds of volleyballs and squeaks of shoes as the boys noisily cleaned up. They were talking and laughing amongst themselves, and you felt your nerves tighten even more. This was the worst possible place and time to confess. The chances of public humiliation were sky high. But Konoha had made his demands clear. And you weren’t one to go back on your word, no matter how dire the consequences.

You smoothed your skirt when you reached the gym doors, standing in the doorway and watching the scene before you. Despite the net slowly being lowered, Bokuto was still bounding towards it.

“Akaashi, go again!”

The boy in question was already in position, setting the ball high towards Bokuto, who spiked it hard over the half-up net. Washio was yelling at them to stop and it was enough for the day.

You watched Akaashi wipe the sweat off his forehead and kneel to tie his shoe, breathing slightly labored from the exertion. Your feet remained frozen, eyeing him silently and dreading how your relationship with him was about to change forever. While Akaashi wasn’t someone who harbored ill feelings, you weren’t sure how he was going to react to a love confession and subsequent rejection. What guarantee did you have that this wouldn’t affect your friendship going forward?

“Oi, look who’s here!” Konoha’s voice was filled with glee, and all eyes turned to look at you when he pointed at the door. You fought the urge to roll your eyes and deck him across the face. Violence was not the answer.

“Do you have something to say?”

Okay, maybe violence was the answer.

You gave him a large, fake grin, before nodding jerkily. You could feel the edge of your face and your ears turn burning hot, hands already going clammy as you tried to clench and unclench them.

“Akaashi-san, may I talk to you in private?”

Akaashi seemed surprised, blinking twice before nodding and standing up to walk towards you. No one else was caught off guard, of course, grinning faces looking between you two, knowing what was about to happen. You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole so you wouldn’t have to do this in front of the entire volleyball team. But a bet was a bet. You had brought this upon yourself.

Whenever you had lain in bed and fantasized about confessing to Akaashi, you had pictured just you and him. Either outside the gym, or in the school grounds, nice cool air blowing through your clothes and hair. You had imagined how he would smile and return your feelings, which was a long shot but anything was possible in your imagination.

Akaashi was…. dignified. Organized. He was crazy smart, perceptive to a fault. It was almost impossible to not like him. Two years since you had started managing the Fukurodani team, and your crush on him had only grown. The more you learned about him, the more you liked him. And he was leagues above you in every sense.

That was the reason you had always believed Akaashi couldn’t return your feelings.

He stepped out behind you, following you only a few steps away from the gym doors. Konoha had explicitly said that you had to stay within earshot. A childish, immature request but part of the bet reward, so you couldn’t exactly refuse. You turned back to the boy, unable to meet his eyes and instead staring at your own hands as you fiddled with your fingers. You had rehearsed in your head over and over how you would take Akaashi’s rejection, what you would say, how would you tell him it wasn’t a big deal and you didn’t expect him to return your feelings. That you hoped you could still be friends. But now, standing before him, you realized you hadn’t really thought about the actual confession. You were completely blank.

“Is everything okay?” Akaashi’s voice was laced with concern, and he tilted his head a bit to catch your eye. You stared at him for a good minute before blinking and vigorously nodding.

“Yes! Completely fine. I’m fine.”

Embarrassment was already beginning to crawl up on you. There was a bout of silence. Behind Akaashi, you caught sight of multiple heads peeking through the window. You felt annoyance build up in you.

“Screw this,” you mumbled. “Akaashi-san, I like you. A lot. Not as a friend. And I was never going to tell you, but I lost a bet to Konoha and he thought this would be the perfect way to humiliate me. By making me confess. So….. here I am. I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

Akaashi watched you unblinkingly for a few moments. You glanced at Konoha who was scowling, probably because you name dropped him. But that wasn’t one of his conditions, so you didn’t care. You felt a twinge of satisfaction at having bested him even in your current circumstance. Good. He deserved to feel even a fraction of the anxiety and embarrassment you were feeling right now.

“Why would that humiliate you?” Akaashi finally spoke.

Your eyes met his dark ones, and you felt yourself freeze. Of all the questions you thought he would ask, this was not one you were prepared for.

“Uh-” You tried to come up with an answer that didn’t sound equally as embarrassing as the confession. Because you will reject me and they will all witness it?

Akaashi sighed and toed at the ground a bit, mouth pursed in thought. You stared at him wide eyed, waiting for him to speak. To say something. Follow up on his unusual question.

“This isn’t exactly how I imagined this moment to go.” He muttered, and you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t already looking at him. Your breath hitched, eyes so wide you were sure they would pop out of your skull. You tried to process the sentence, tried to think of any reason he would say that without getting your hopes up.

Akaashi peered around, as if searching for something, looking left and right before he finally caught the floating heads behind him. There was a yelp as they disappeared from the window suddenly, followed by thudding and a curse. You bit back your laughter. Akaashi rolled his eyes.

“I would like to talk about this more. Where others can’t see us.” His voice was as calm and quiet as ever. You felt your heart race. Your limbs felt jittery. Did this mean….?

“Akaashi-san, do you-”

A smile that made your heart leap. “I do.”

You felt a smile stretch over your face, feeling giddy at the thought of something you had considered so impossible materializing in front of your very eyes. You could still hear faint bickering from the gym, and you were sure Konoha had not seen this coming. Somehow, he was the least of your concerns now, in the face of Akaashi’s quiet smile and the way he was leaning towards you. You leaned forward too, realizing you had never been this close to him before. You basked in the moment.

In ten million years you could not have wished for a better outcome.

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[floshav]

part 2 to my last rodrick fic which u can read here !

summary: Rodrick proves his likeness for y/n through a spontaneous kiss leaving her smitten and dazed. However, thoughts of Heather still lingered in her mind, constantly being reminded of the blonde girl whenever she passed by. "Does Rodrick still like her?" "Does he even like me?" What happens when Heather suddenly takes interest in Rodrick after ignoring him for years just because she can't let y/n get what she wants.

wc: 2k plus

warnings: allusions to smut, heavy make out

2 weeks later...

the kiss, no not just the kiss but the two kisses rodrick and y/n shared that night resulted in their relationship. She had been left smitten and the feeling was one of those that even if you wanted to forget, you couldn't. The heart racing, blush inducing feeling of getting kissed on by rodrick the boy she'd been crushing on for years, with his rough boy lips which still managed to be soft and plush because well, he was Rodrick after all.

It was now a plain old Monday and she was lost daydreaming in her Calculus class, or was it english? She couldn't bother to take notice.

"Alright, take out your calculators and flip to page 56. We'll be grinding through the workbook today class!" Ms. Smith yelled whilst her big buggy glasses fell down the tip of her nose bridge, stopped by her finger which shoved them back in place. Y/n couldn't care less. Her mind was swarmed with what happened 2 weeks ago.

His lips grazed hers one more time, this time softer and one might say more lovingly if she was in a state of delirium. She felt his slender hand creep up the side of her hip brushing it against her shirt so so gently. He broke off the kiss and his face was so close to hers she felt as if she might faint right then and there. The boy who was rough, impatient and borderline rude crumbled in-front of her. She'd never seen Rodrick like this before. Each freckle, each fine line, each perfect imperfection visible to her now. She'd imagined this image thousands of times before, but never had she imagined it to come true. Rodrick hesitated before saying his next words "I- I really like you y/n. And- and i just want to set that clear before you try showing up to my house drunk silly again. You were being so wreck less you know that?" He chuckled dorky-ly ever so slightly which made her heart pound just a little harder. Her heart fluttered at how he cared for her.

"M'sorry I-i just, m'just so jealous." She slurred as her eyes began to tear up with a mix of happiness, jealousy, anger and most of all, sadness. "Why? You know i'm here for you and you only, stupid." Rodrick whispered so softly against her lips but y/n's mind swarmed with confusion. "B-but you always *hiccup* talk about Heather." She sighed as she let herself fall into her hands. "Makes it *hiccup* hard to believe" She said again. "I-" He moves further back and a familiar ache rises to her chest, one of abandonment. "She was just someone I was infatuated in. Nothing more. Fuck. If i really liked her, would i have kissed you back? Let alone kiss you again?" He said making eye contact this time. He looked absolutely illegal. The way his hair was his usual mess, his blown out eyeliner smudged beneath his fox eyes. His puffy lips. Everything about him made her feel unreasonably hot in the cool weather. "S-so no more feelings for her?" "No. no more." he said so seriously it made her scared. "In fact, she's an asshole and i don't want any part of her in my life." He said whilst memories of what Heather did earlier fled his mind. Rodrick plants a kiss at the corner of y/n's lips and this time she knows it was meant lovingly. Still, at the back of her mind, the one aching question lingered, didn't he say he loved her?

"Y/n?" "Ms y/n?" She blinked and the memory was interrupted by an annoying voice. "Do you care to open your workbook? Or do you intend on staring at the cover for the next hour?" Ms Smith's breath tickled the hairs on the back of her neck waking her from her daydreams of what happened that hazy night.

"Yea, sorry ms smith." She smiled tightly before flipping to page 66 or 57 the page number was was a blur to her, but an open book would do.

He planted a soft kiss at the crook of her neck.

suddenly her mind wandered to what happened later that night.

Hand riding up under her shirt. "is this okay?" His voice was earnest and soft against the skin of her neck.

her thighs clenched together unintentionally and she felt ashamed for imaging such lewd things. She'd been daydreaming about that night for the past few weeks. Each week making her crave for more until she felt sick. Rodrick hadn't made a move like that on her ever since, and she was just too shy to even ask so images in her mind would do for now.

He unclasped her bra in one swift motion and it made her question if he'd done this before, with... Heather? No, can't be, she doesn't even care for him. Right?

The kissing started to turn into making out and y/n felt his breathing falter when she brushed her pinky against his crotch by accident.

"Fuck do you even know what you're doing right now-"

"Ms. y/l/n!" Just as quickly as it started, her daydreaming had come to a halt.

"I've been calling your name for the past 5 minutes. Care to share your answer to the whole class? I assume you didn't even hear the question number i gave you. Number 5! Now." Ms. Smith tried to hush her yelling down to be more precarious.

"Sorry Ms." Y/n sighed before making her way to the black board with a dumb empty mind filled with Rodrick.

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The same could be said about Rodrick. His usual sleepiness that was met with classes vanished ever since that night. Instead of sleeping, he was putting his pretty dumb brain to use by thinking. Thinking about y/n. Every night, everyday, every moment. He'd be lying if he said that she was the only girl he'd ever gained feelings for, because Heather Hills did exist. But it was true when he said he didn't like her anymore.

"Mmm- Aaah- R-rodrick p-please not my neck."

"Shhh, just one more kiss y/n, please."

"F-fuck!"

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUC-"

Before Rodrick's dream could get any steamier he was awoken to the sound of Heather cursing just beside him, clearly to get someone's attention.

"FUCK! how am i going to do this!!!" Heathers voice was painfully exaggerated and Rodrick couldn't help but cringe. Was this the girl he was smitten by before?

"Oh- Hey Roddy!" Heather smirked as she twisted her body to face him.

Rodrick's head was rested on his arm and he couldn't help but look at her with dead eyes, clearly annoyed.

"You.... you play the drums right?"

"Mmm" Rodrick groaned as he scratched his temple, he was surprised at how much he didn't care for THE Heathers presence anymore.

"Was wondering if.... You'd wanna play a gig at my birthday party?"

Rodrick's eyes lit up. A gig? That was a once in a blue moon occasion to rodrick's ears. But reality struck him when he remembered it was Heather who was asking.

"Mmm sorry Heather, don't think i can." Though it ached him to decline the gig, he knew you wouldn't like it so he sucked it up. Rodrick felt a sense of pride when he realised he didn't stumble over his words around her anymore.

"Awwww but why! I'll pay you 50 bucks an hour, and you know my parties last long." She feigned a girly voice as she batted her long eyelashes which icked Rodrick out.

50 bucks an hour..... The offer was tempting but, you were even more tempting.

Before Rodrick could answer, you walked in the class with a goofy smile, ready to see your Rodrick with..... Heather.

Heather shot back daggers through a fake soft smile. The type she'd give to a teacher after almost being caught doing something.

"Oh... Hello there y/n! Sorry, Rodrick was just telling me about how he'd love to play drums at my party. Isn't that right Rodrick?"

"Wh- No?" Rodrick scoffed out, eyes squinting at the mischievous blue eyed blonde.

"Oh c'mon, don't lie to y/n just because you pity her! You're a man! Act like one." Heather said as she got up from her chair slightly agitated at the fact Rodrick didn't play along.

"See you there Roddy." Heather said before smirking and popping out her ass dramatically.

roddy... That nickname made y/n's blood boil and she never wanted to hear it again.

"I swear! I-I did not agree to any of the shit she just yapped about." Rodrick panicked whilst stumbling over his words like a nervous teenager, that familiar feeling rising again but this time towards y/n.

"Hard to believe Rodrick. Or should i say Roddy... God! i shouldnt have been so naive. I'm so stupid! I thought you were over her." Y/n lashed out before storming out the classroom in a hurry, not thinking straight.

"Wait! Fuck. That fucking bitch Heather." Rodrick sighed out as he reached for the class door.

You found yourself slanting against a crusty brick wall beside a half broken vending machine. You don't know why you overreacted so fast without even bothering to hear Rodrick's explanation but maybe it was because you were so stupidly insecure. You quickly fumbled around your pants pockets to find an old packet of ciggs you remembered you left there. There were 2 left so you lit one up and breathed in the pure comfort. It felt nice to not care just for a second with the cigarette around. When it could have gotten more peaceful you heard a set of obnoxious dorky feet approach you.

"Hey." Rodrick said lightly as he squatted down to your eye level, lanky hands hanging by each sides of his knees.

It made you jump a little and your facade of wanting to remain mad slowly revealed itself. You couldn't help but suppress a tight smile from leaking out.

"What" You said as you blew a whiff of smoke away from his face. His heart fluttered at the small gesture.

"I really did not agree to what Heather told you." He said seriously which was a rare look on Rodrick.

"Are you sure? Cuz it seems like you two are getting along just fine" Y/n sighed as she pushed her hair back, Rodrick's heart beat pounding harder by the second.

"Please, believe me I- I really did not agree to anything, I-I really want you to believe me please." Rodrick was pleading which was something she only saw when he was lovesick. At that moment she knew he couldn't harm her emotionally.

"Alright. Fine, I believe you." Y/n said with a tired voice, though deep down she was glad she could read Rodrick like an open book.

"Im so sorry." Rodrick sighs before nuzzling his head in the crook of her neck, still a nervous wreck whenever he handled her.

She releases her cig and reaches in to hug him back tightly and lovingly before breathing in the intoxicating scent of him. Far better than a cig.

Just around the corner was a cheeky little Heather, listening in to every single decibel of the convo. Heather tightly rolled her eyes and scoffed before it turned into a smirk. Something clicked in her head. She knew what she had to do.

She was going to fake it till she made it.

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lol i feel like this story deserves a pt3 so if this does well i will continue it! I know this has been a long times worth of progress but i've been procrastinating writing like crazy lately and i've only started getting back into it. Anyway please do request because i'm always bored and free !

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[discopaddock]

ALL ABOUT THAT NOSE - DANIEL RICCIARDO

PAIRING: dad!daniel ricciardo x fem!mum!reader

WORDS: 1,9k+

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: baby's crying, max and lando being silly boys

Daniel Ricciardo was like a good wine - if he was getting older, he was looking better.

That was something that Y/N L/N knew too well. She had known Daniel since she was 16 years old.

The woman remembered too well the moment when they met. It was summer break before girl's second class in high school when the L/N family was in Perth to meet the wealthy aunt.

“Oh my, I'm so sorry” the young girl gasped, when she collided with a taller boy. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she was going to cry or she was just going to throw up, because she had gotten into a fight with her father, then ran away from aunt's house without phone and got lost in Perth.

“It's okay, no need to worry" was said in a cheerful voice. “I'm Daniel, by the way” a black haired boy said with a large smile on his face.

“My name is Y/N” “Then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N” he spoke, making L/N cry. “Why? What? No crying! Stop crying, please!” Daniel started calming her down due to the fact he had no idea what to do. “There's no need to cry, Y/N” he told her slowly but she started to cry even worse. “What happened?” he asked finally, after getting her to sit on a bench.

“I got lost,” she answered with a tiny voice. Daniel felt sorry for the girl.

“You're not from here, are you?” the boy questioned while getting a seat next to her. “No, I'm from Canberra actually” she said, making Ricciardo raise his eyebrow.

“From Canberra? Are you related to Mrs. Elodie Fanning?”

“Um, yes. She's my aunt” she told him, trying to wipe her tears.

“Great then! I live in a house next to her! I'll walk you there, Y/N” he announced, getting up from the bench.

“Thank you” she said and the boy only smiled at her. Next he trip over shoe laces and almost fell down.

“Ow, sorry, miss Y/N” he laughed and walked her home.

And after that day, they stayed in touch. For the rest of their lives.

Y/N was his biggest fan and supporter. She supported him in his rights and wrongs.

Daniel was also her biggest supporter and fan. He was for her every time, when she got a new role in some film or theatre play, same as her - she was trying her best to be at his every race or just watch them on TV.

It was pretty hard for her, because she wasn't so wealthy, her parents neither, but when aunt Eloide heard about her relationship with Ricciardo, she gave her some money for travelling.

And they were here, in the car on their way to the hospital.

“I know you can stand it for just a moment, love,” the man said, looking at his wife, who was holding her belly, where was the cause of her pain.

“Daniel, faster, because I'm about to give birth to him in this car, for fucks sake” she said and Ricciardo only pressed the gas pedal even harder. this car.

“We're here, little frog” he announced after two minutes, and quickly got out of his newest Ferrari.

“Don't call me like that!” she screamed.

He helped his beautiful woman get out of the car, and then walked her to the reception, where the nurses gave her a wheelchair and took her to the operating room, leaving Daniel alone.

“First kid?” asked one of the nurses, while the one was helping Y/N to breathe. “Yes, my husband is freaking out,” the woman answered. “He says all the time that Otto must have had my nose, because mine looks better than his. I'm hoping that it will be true either”

The nurses laughed, and then Y/N felt another cramp. They started to appear an hour ago, and then they were systematic, appearing every two minutes.

After ten hours of painful labour, Daniel could finally meet with his exhausted wife and sleepy son.

“You did so amazing, baby,” he said to the woman, before kissing her forehead. “I couldn't be more proud of you my love” Daniel added, watching her feeding the newborn baby.

“Thanks, Dan. He's like two hours old and yet he has your Ric Energy” she said with a tiny voice, making the man laugh.

“He's a Ricciardo, isn't he?”

“He is, definitely”

“He's such a beautiful boy,” said Anna, Y/N's mother, looking at her smiling grandson.

“He's my son, of course he's beautiful,” Daniel joked, making everyone in the living room laugh.

“It's mostly because he has got my nose, not his” was said by the actress, which made Ricciardo roll his brown eyes. “Don't even do that again, Daniel. It was you who wanted him to have my nose” she added and then took a seat on her husband's lap.

First time when Y/N and Daniel had shown up at the paddock was totally different than all the previous times, even if the woman had shown there with a pregnant belly.

“Where's the kid?” was said by Lando and Max and it was the first thing that the couple heard, when they entered the Red Bull's hospitality.

“At home, he's four weeks old, what did you expect?” Daniel asked with raised eyebrows.

“We wanted to meet him! Everyone wanted it!” Max answered, making the couple laugh. “It's not our fault, that you don't want anyone in your house since he was born”

“And that's why none of you is his godfather” Ricciardo said, making his friends go away.

“Don't talk to us ever again!” was screamed by Lando, which made Y/N laugh. “It's about you too, Y/N!” Max added.

“I love them,” the woman started, when they took seats on the couch in Daniel's room. “but they are more like our kids. I wouldn't let none of them to be Otto's godfather” “Me either, love”

“So who is the godfather?” Verstappen asked, while his and Norris' heads were sticking out of the door.

“Timothée” Dan said shortly and after that both drivers entered the room. “What?!” Lando and Max were shocked.

“What what? He's a nice guy after all, not like you two” Dan joked. He was laughing at his friends. They were cute actually.

“What about godmother? Who is she?”

“Oh, we don't know yet” Mrs. Ricciardo said, shrugging. “We'll tell you both, when we find an ideal person, don't worry” she announced and sent them kisses, which also did Daniel. “Now bye bye, you both are needed. Bye!” Ricciardo led them out the door and again sat near to his wife. In next three hours he gave an interview, that melted everyone's heart.

“Thank you, Y/N, for these amazing fifteen years that you spent with me. Thank you for your support and that you had never despaired in me. And then thank you for our son, who you just gave birth to a month ago, I couldn't be more proud of anyone in this world than you. I also wanted to thank you for saying yes to me twelve years ago. I loved you then, I love you right now, and I will love until my death. Thank you for everything” Daniel ended his monologue and started looking for his beloved wife, who was crying because of his words.

“I love you endlessly, Dan,” she whispered, when they hugged. “And I love you, dolly” he replied with his biggest and prettiest smile on face. “You're crying again” he laughed, starting wiping the tears. “Just like on the first day, right?” she joked. “Yep, just like then” he said, kissing her nose after. “I want to see all of these photos that they took. We should have one of them at home” the woman said quietly to his ear, making his smile even bigger. “Yes, we definitely should”

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f1 “(...) I loved you then, I love you right now, and I will love until my death. Thank you for everything”

That's just a short piece of @ danielricciardo's monologue. Watch it all on formula1.com.

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charles_leclerc My favourite couple on the grid!❤️

↑ charles_lecat omg charles this is soo cute!!!!

yourusername and i love him endlessly since i was sixteen and i will love him till death do us part.

↑ danielricciardo 🥲❤️

↑ danandyn @yourusermane ur both were made for each other 🥺🥺🥺

lewishamilton and I still remember this little danny who was asking everybody on the paddock if they had met his beautiful girlfriend in 2011

↑ f1wags NO WAY HE DID THAT

↑ dr3love omg hes too much😭😭😭

tchalamet my beloved parents idc

↑ tchalametdaily WELL HELLO THERE T

↑ liochalamet cant believe ur commenting on f1 post timo

landonorris I LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE HEART 💓 💓💓

↑ carlossainz55 Honestly same Lando😊

maxverstappen1 My favourite couple in the world, both deserve all the best ❤️‍🩹

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sebastianvettel Ahh my favourite people, deserve the best!💝

First time the Ricciardo family showed up at the paddock was during the Austin Grand Prix. Of course Daniel was dressed as a cowboy. He just loved that GP.

Even though he wasn't participating that year.

Otto was looking everywhere from his stroller. He was looking at his papa, who was wearing a big, unknown hat and smiling.

Little guy was only three months old and was not ready yet to see his father dressed like that, so he started to cry.

“No, no, no, sweetie, no crying” Y/N started, pulling her son from the stroller. She hugged him and told her husband to take off his cowboy hat. “You will dress as a cowboy for Halloween instead” she announced cradling the baby in her arms.

Otto finally stopped crying, when all of them went to Daniel's room and Y/N fed him.

“We will stay here, okay Dan?” she asked, looking at the man, who was singing his son lullaby, so he could fall asleep easier. “Everything for him” he whispered, putting the sleeping boy to his stroller. “Give me a kiss” he said walking to his wife. She stood up and when he was In Front of her, she placed a kiss on his lips. “I'm so lucky that I have you. If I didn't meet you, I wouldn't be me” he announced holding her in a thigh hug.

“I'm hearing Lando's coming” she said after a while, hearing Brit's footsteps. And yeah, she was so right, because like thirty seconds later a curly haired guy entered the room. He had rosy cheeks and a huge smile on his face.

“There's my favourite boy! And his parents” he said and hugged Y/N. “It's amazing to see you. You look so good and healthy, oh my!” Lando announced, making the woman blush because of the hormones. “And you look the same as last week” he said to Daniel, who only rolled his eyes.

He finally stepped in front of the boy and started to cry.

“He- Oh- He's so pretty” Lando said with his shaky voice and tears on his face. “I can't believe that Daniel is one of the creators of this miracle,” Norris said. “The little one is too perfect”

“Oh, Landon, don't cry” Y/N hugged the younger one and rubbed his back. “We know that he is the prettiest baby on the globe, we do. It's because he has my nose, not Daniel's”

“Hey!” Ricciardo delicately slapped his wife's back.

It was always about the nose.

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danielricciardo 3 months of having you on the world little one. 3 best months of my life❤️

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[distorted59]

First of all, I love your works soooo much! And I love you too

Please I really want Kirk Headcanons. He’s the love of my life! I want to cuddle him and also something smut things too

thank you lovely!! I'm sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3

He’s really shy!! When you first met him, he was very nervous. Blushing and stumbling over his words. (You thought it was absolutely adorable of course!!!) When he first shook your hand, he felt electricity running through his body. After a while he fell right into your trap, he was hooked. Begging for more every day. 

He gets flustered a lot when he’s around you. He would mess up riffs during rehearsals or stumble over his words. One time he didn’t sleep very well, because he was overthinking all night. (May or may not have been horny all night) and he’d show up tired and sexually frustrated. You’d welcome him with open arms and took a nap together, when he woke up (hard) he got nervous. Your smell and arms around him drove him crazy. You noticed him stiffening once he woke up and quickly figured out what was happening. You’d start kissing his neck and rubbing him over his jeans. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

loves to eat pussy. Like he devours it. All of the boys would be into it but he’s addicted to it. Very good at it as well. He’d pull you to the edge of the bed so he could grind himself against the mattress while eating you out.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” Kirk moans against your cunt. His hips are unrhythmic and desperately grinding against the bed. 

you moan and tug on his hair, keeping him in place right between your thighs. 

“Hmm!” you let out a squeal as he hits just the right spot. Kirk is humping against the bed like an animal. 

“gonna make me cum just like this, honey, fuck!” 

I feel like he gives the best hugs ever! Loves to cuddle and hold you close to him. 

80s Kirk is such a cutie, I just wanna hold him and kiss all his worries away. like, he’s such a geek with all his comics and action figures. Imagine going with him when he wants to buy new toys.

“Oh my god, babe!” Kirk whisper-yells at you and holds up a new issue of ‘Monster Magazine’. 

“Is that the new one, baby?” you smile at him, finding it overly adorable how excited he always gets.

"Yeah!" He looks at the back. “I’m gonna get this.” 

He smiles excitedly at you and kisses your cheek. You giggle and blush a bit, not expecting the kiss. 

“Can I read it after you’re done?” 

“Of course, baby!” Kirk grabs your hand. “We’ll read it together!”

Talking ab horror…. he would be into monster roleplay…. HE WOULD DONT DENY IT. Like him dressing up as dracula and you are the girl who got lost….. like!!!????? and he finds you and traps you and bites you and fucks the absolute life out of you. Thank you for listening. 

Also, the fact that in all those videos where he makes a joke and no one laughs??? c'mon now… baby is just trying to have some fun :(

his stutter is so cute!!! he still gets nervous sometimes and can’t look you in the eye or form a sentence. but you don’t mind. <3

I have been thinking about this a lot lately; giving Kirk head for the first time. him all whiny and excited, not knowing what to expect. 

“I’ll be gentle, okay?” You look up at him through your lashes. 

“Mhm.” He has his fingers over his mouth, unable to even speak. You stroke him lazily and smile at him. He throws his head back and lets out a huge moan when you lick the tip. 

“Ooh~, baby!” He whines. “ngh.. fuck!” his chest moves up and down and he tries to hold your hair back for you. 

you lick him from the base up and put him in your mouth. You’d think he’s seeing stars, cause he lets out the most heavenly moans you’ve ever heard. 

“feels so good, baby~”

yes, just a silly little thought.

the older he gets the rougher he gets, i feel. I mean, the fame and money definitely upped his confidence. which isn’t a bad thing AT ALL.

One of my favorite eras of him is htsd, his hair is starting to gray a little bit, and his skin has that old deep tan. the mustache, the goatee. yes just yes. 

I feel like he’s such a tease!!??  imagine going out for dinner with some friends, or the rest of the band. and he’s touching you all over. 

“Does my baby wanna feel good?” he slides his hand over your thigh. He’s been touching your thighs an kissing your neck all fucking night. 

“Kirk, please.” you whimper. “Not here, why here?” 

“Why here?” he smirks against your neck and moves up to whisper in your ear. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as I do, princess.”

GIMME THAT I NEED IT NOW

He’s a really sweet boy, has a kind heart and actually looks too cute to be in a metal band. His voice is so sweet, his hands are very soft. (they become more and more calloused over the years). He would trace his fingers over your skin and whisper sweet things in your ears and place soft kisses on your neck. 

ALSO Kirk with eyeliner!???? just imagine you making him feel so good after a show or sum and he starts crying in pleasure and it just drips down his face!!???? His face is messy and his eyes are red with tears as he craves more and more of you.

actually need that rn

and going to the beach with him!! maybe he'll teach you how to surf or just chill with you enjoying some drinks in the shade and going for a casual swim. <3

#thanks for the ask! #thank you anon #sorry it took so long #and that its kinda short #kirk hammett #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett headcanons #my headcanons #headcanons #kirk hammett fluff #kirk hammett smut #kirk hammett imagine #kirk hammett fanfiction #krik hammett x reader #kirk hammett x you #fanfic #fanfiction #metallica #metallica smut #metallica fanfiction #metallica oneshot #request #distorted59 #i wanna go to the beach with kirk

[ln444]

1D songs as f1 drivers prompts

included: lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, george russell, max verstappen.

cw: slight angst.

note: i spent days making this omg 😭 i'm so glad it's finally out bc i'm a huge fan of one direction's songs (had my directioner era lol) i really hope you guys enjoy it ! also i was thinking about making it a serie, let me know if you're interested by any of the prompts !

click on the title to play the song!

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lando norris ☆ stole my heart (bestfriends in love)

“under the lights tonight, you turned around and you stole my heart with just one look, when i saw your face, i fell in love„

lando really tried. he attempted to bury his feelings as deeply as he could, but you make it so difficult. the way you're the only one who laughs at his silly jokes, the way you try not to miss any of his races (and send him a good luck text when you can't be there), the way you randomly smile down at him – he could talk about everything you do for hours because he loves and knows every single details about you. sometimes he hates how you make him feel because he just wants to say, 'fuck it,' and kiss you for hours and hours. he can't even count the number of times he's thought about kissing you or the countless times the three words almost slipped out of his mouth out of nowhere. but the thought of losing you forever hold him back everytime, he can't even imagine his life without you. he doesn't know how, but lando has fallen for you, really, really hard and it just keeps going, he just can't get enough of you.

oscar piastri ☆ 18 (teenage love)

“i have loved you since we were 18, long before we both thought the same thing, to be loved and to be in love„

oscar initially watched you from a distance, even memorizing your schedule to see you as often as possible. he'd daydream about finding excuses to start conversations with you, sometimes getting so lost in thought during class that he'd lose track of the lesson. then, one day, he finally gathered the courage to talk to you, pretending to need notes from a shared class. since that day, you began exchanging daily messages, making oscar dumbly smiling. you started having study sessions, eating lunch together, sitting together in your shared classes and he'd even wait to walk you home. and just like that, oscar start falling for you. he found himself daydreaming about you more often, imagining how it would feel to hold your hand and how your lips would feel on his. those thoughts would fluster him, but deep down, he hoped they might come true.

charles leclerc ☆ summer love

“you were my summer love, you'll always will be my summer love„

midnight swims, picnics, sneaking out to watch the stars, late-night talks, sharing earphones while lying on the beach, biking, taking pictures of each other with your old camera, whispering sweet words to each other when no one's watching. that's what makes summer your favorite season, because you get to be with charles. but why does being in love with charles have to be so complicated? why do you have to part ways when the summer ends? most importantly, what makes you hold onto this love, so complicated? maybe the fact that charles always promises to be there next summer and keep this promise — or the fact that you're madly in love with this boy—. the craziest part of all of this is how your love for each other never fades, to the point where charles promises to marry you and get a beach house where you can spend all your summers together when you grow up. charles always keeps his promises.

carlos sainz ☆ change your ticket (long distance)

“you should probably stay, probably stay a couple more days, come on let me change your ticket home, don't go, it's not the same when you go„

you never imagined that having an f1 driver as your boyfriend would be so challenging and that you'd have to spend half the year far from him. at first, it wasn't a big problem, and you got used to it quickly. but at times, it really tugged at your heart. carlos always makes sure to call you when he is free and send you texts at random times of the day to ask how's your day going and tell you how much he misses you, but it's not the same. carlos had asked you more than to join the venture, assuring you that his income would be more than enough for both of you. you thought about it—a lot—but the idea of making such significant changes held you back. now, when you think about it, you realize that losing carlos over a simple matter of distance would be a mistake, especially when there's a solution within reach. perhaps traveling the world with your f1 driver boyfriend isn't such a bad idea after all.

lewis hamilton ☆ heart attack (bestfriend's sister)

“got your voice in my head, sayin' «let's just be friends» [...] never thought it'd hurt so bad, getting over you„

lewis doesn't even know how he fell in love with you. perhaps it was the way your smile warms his heart or how you effortlessly make the most boring conversation so captivating. it seems so absurd that, out of all of the people, he fell for his bestfriend's sister. lewis never imagined that it will be this hard to fight his love for you and act like his mind is not filled with thoughts of you 24/7. how could he possibly get over you when just being in the same room as you drives him crazy? he thought about telling your brother, he really did but the thought of losing his long time friend and you along the way held him back. so he decided to bury his feelings deep in his heart and keep his thoughts in the back of his head. yet, with every echo of your laughter from the next room or just the sight of you, his heart would go crazy.

george russell ☆ loved you first

“i've been waiting all this time to finally say it but now i see your heart's been taken, and nothing could be worse, baby i loved you first„

george can't help but think about the stupid mistake he made a few months ago— not confessing his love for you. he had so many chances to do it, to tell you that he fell hard for you and he can't stop thinking about you. but the day he finally decided to do it, he didn't expect to find you arm in arm with another guy, totally breaking his heart. he just couldn't take it anymore, seeing you with him every day and acting like it was fine, as if the looks and smiles you gave him didn't warm his heart and make him want to take your hand and run as far as he could. because george, he's deeply in love, and it's getting deeper every single day. it's so unfair— he was there first, he loved you first. the worst part is that you know how george feels, and you might even feel the same way. george loved you first, and he's going to make sure that you know that.

max verstappen ☆ still the one (ex lovers)

“you're all i think about baby, i was so stupid for letting you go, you still the one„

max tried to date other girls, multiple times. however, it never felt the same. how is he supposed to move on when he's consumed by thoughts of you 24/7? he can't even engage in meaningful conversations with his dates because his mind always drifts back to you. he spends countless nights trying to erase you from his thoughts, to convince himself that it's truly over. yet, deep down, a flicker of hope for your love still lingers. max thought about the endless nights he's spent replaying your conversations and wondering what went wrong. he's haunted by the way your smile lit up his world and the warmth of your hand in his. even though he's tried to move forward, the heartache is still here, reminding him that sometimes, love refuses to fade.

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[onelittlespiral]

You should make a top to bottom story!

FML: Worship

He had always been a great gym crush. When I was getting my pump, he would consistently be just a few machines over. His fiery hair and muscles glistened as he moved through his reps. I always worked a little harder when he was there, even though I knew it wouldn’t work. We had hardly ever exchanged words, but the few we had let me know he was straight as an arrow. I was a stacked guy myself, and I knew that there were countless twinks who would fawn over the chance to get with all this:

But I wanted him. I started slowly working up the nerve to talk to him, and was shocked to learn he knew my name

“Yeah man, I’ve seen you round here. You’ve got some sick gains, you’ve got to let me know your routine!”

From there, I decided to make a plan to ensure he would become mine.

I found a video that promised to create a “Gym Bro to Perfect Sub” out of any guy who watched it. It’s description promised that a single whiff of their dom would leave them madly in love and obedient. I told him that we should meet up at my place for some prep before hitting the gym together tomorrow. He was happy to oblige.

When he came over I quickly welcomed him in and ushered him to the couch. He sat patiently as I told him I had a tutorial for the routine set up to show the proper form. I cued up the video and left the room, turning back just to make sure it was all going according to plan. In just a few seconds, he was grinning stupidly as he fell under the spiral’s control.

As he fell deeply into a trance, the programming began:

You put in so much work bro. You should lean back and relax.

Intuitively, he leaned back on the couch, putting his feet up and hands behind his head. He had been really overworked the last few weeks.

Sit back and feel your body. Notice the feeling of muscle squeezing. Smell your body radiate heat and sex through stale deodorant. Feel the power you have. The power to change the world around you.”

He grinned as the feeling of masculinity flowed through him. He felt his muscles ache from yesterday’s workout. He had banged hard the night before and his musk was definitely not being held back by yesterday’s Axe. But the ladies loved it. He could pull just about any chick he wanted, do anything he wanted. He was a king.

You think about the person you see yourself as. But that’s not quite true, is it?

What? Nah man, he knew he was the shit. He was… he was… wasn’t he?

That’s not who you are. That’s who you could be.

As his self-perception popped, his body began to follow suit. His mature scowl began to take on a more boyish smirk. His once imposing stature shrunk down as he felt a bit more awkward and out of place. He still had potential though. Plenty of time to grow. He still worked religiously on his body to keep it plenty strong.

That’s the kind of men you look up to. Big powerful biceps. Pecs firm. Asses bubbly and tight. Cool, assertive personalities. Thick dicks to back it all up.

Y…no… yesss. That’s right. How silly of him. His arms deflated from buff to, generously, toned. His pecs shrunk down into his chest. His glutes lost tone as they became firm but small. His body sweat at the effort of losing years of hard work as muscle evaporated off of him.

This isn’t even the man you want to be. This is the man you want to be with.

At this moment, his mind flicked to his new mentor. He was promising to show him how to get shredded like him. The way his muscles glistened as he worked out… The way he towered over small guys like himself… The way his hair curled around his pecs and into those pits and captured his raw smell…

A hard on quickly developed, throbbing at the new feelings of lust. He began gently rubbing, imagining how good it would feel to pound his crush’s ass as any memories of straight life began leaking out his tip.

Men like that don’t need competition. They need relief from all the gym bros. They want a little bro. A boy toy.

All at once the need moved from his pole to deep inside. A deep itch he could never reach. A high pitched moan escaped as his ass felt so empty and needy. His thoughts of topping were drained away as he felt his ass reshaped to take cock. Any fight left in him melted away as the need to be fucked consumed his mind.

They deserve worship. They demand obedience and submission.

His mind, effectively broken at this point, slowly began to rebuild itself with one goal in mind. To bring pleasure. To serve. To feel a man use him as a tool for pleasure. He needed to submit. The spiral pushed on.

Good boy. You are ready for your new purpose. Your big, smelly gym bro will walk in soon and come to claim you. As his presence envelopes you, you will see him as yours. You will serve him so well and he will take care of you in turn.

He was ready. His mind emptied of any remaining thoughts but service and pleasure.

Good Boy.

His brain felt a warm wave of joy flow over it. He wanted to behave.

So submissive.

God he needed his dom, he needed to submit.

Perfectly happy, dumb, ready to serve.

Yeah, sooooo… happppppy… so… empty…

Now wait.

I walked into the room to his mouth still stuck agape, mind empty and happy. As my feet hit the floor, he came to, and looked over at me. I could feel his gaze trace my body as just my presence began to change his brain chemistry. “Get over here boy. ”

“Hiiii… oh god… fuuuuuck”

I walked over, picked him up off the couch, and pressed him against the wall.

“Yeah babe, take it all in. You’re much cuter. Daddy has been waiting far too long for this. I want you on this dick now,” I growled.

I watched as his mind was overtaken again, the programming taking over as my scent consumed him and my fur pressed against his body. His gaze was pure longing as he savored the scent that would become his world.

“Yes sir.” His breath was quick and heavy as his small hard on pressed against my stomach. He was drooling over my body as his tongue rolled out his mouth. He practically melted in my embrace, perfectly submissive.

“Good.” I carried him to the bed room, ready to give my new boyfriend the workout I had promised.

#hypnosis #transformation #straight to gay #top to bottom #musk #bro #male transformation #fml

[blippymilk]

Clay Headcannons (Romantic)

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

Warnings: None

A/N: I love Clay so much so I genuinely enjoyed writing this 🤗

✩ The best boyfriend you could ever ask for hands down

✩There’s quite litteraly no one like Clay

✩ You fell first but he definitely fell harder

✩ Words of affirmation + physical touch kinda guy

✩ In the beginning of your relationship he’s not very touchy especially not in public

✩ But once he gets attached it’s over 🫡

✩ Always has to be touching you in some way

✩ Hand holding, waist hugs, neck kisses, and anything else you can think of

✩ Even when he’s working in his office he doesn’t mind you sitting on his lap as he works

✩ You had to be the one who could convince this man that it’s ok to be serious AND fun sometimes

“But what if people think I’m too silly again? My fun boy Clay days are over.” :((

“But there’s also nothing wrong with having fun from time to time too sweetie.”

✩ Wasn’t very open to expressing his emotions before he met you

✩ You had to let him know that it was ok to rant to you (and he’s still adjusting but he’s way better at it now)

✩ Please join his sad book club ok >:((

✩ Best dancing partner. EVER.

✩ If you’re at a party with Clay and there’s a dance floor

✩ Everybody getting left in the dust. Including you after a period of time 😭

✩ This man has past experiences with his boy band so he never lost his moves. If you can push him out of his comfort zone for the night, he’s gonna end up the center of attention.

✩ Clay’s not no mean troll, but he will got to war for his s/o and that’s a fact

✩ He can be very extra without realizing it, especially with the little details (bcs that’s just who Clay is :D)

✩ Don’t let him catch you singing any of his Brozone songs (especially his part). He will be all over you for the rest of the day, teasing you and kissing every inch of your face until no area goes untouched

✩ Wanna get Clay flustered? Tell him he has a beautiful voice and you love to hear him sing

✩ Will 100% start humming to you before bed

✩ You’re the reason Clay started to let up and not focus on working 24/7, 24 hours a week. And Viva noticed that (and she thanked you for helping him relax bcs she’s tired of seeing him stress)

✩ But also please thank him for working so hard to become a licensed CPA. He loves the sound of his job and loves to hear you say it too.

✩ Definitely the big spoon when it’s time to get comfy at night. Being so much taller than you, he likes to consider himself “the one in control”

✩ Loves when you play in and take care of his hair like your own.

✩ Loves a good relaxing “spa” (self care) day. A day where you two, and ONLY you two get to sit back and treat yourselves. Facials, hair care, bubble bath, back massages, etc.

✩ Viva made you a matching sweater romper and you put it on for Clay. Let’s just say that was the best decision ever.

✩ Just like you do for him, he appreciates everything you do. Like no matter what it is, he supports you and he’ll be there every step of the way.

✩ You never have to worry a day in your life about Clay cheating, or finding “someone better”

✩ One time during whatever the situation was that had you guys dancing, you spun away from Clay and a new girl quickly replaced you for him to dip her. And he let her go as soon as she even slightly tilted.

“Clay, why did you drop her?!”

“She was kinda close to me and I don’t know how you or I feel about that to be honest.”

✩ (dw he apologized after)

✩ Clay can be really serious. Or really, really, really, reallyyy, corny. 😐

“Babe, did you know my favorite word is universe? Because it starts with U-N-I.”

“Are you wifi? Because I’m tryna hook up.”

“I heard kissing is a love language. Tryna start a conversation?”

“Are you my grades as a kid? Cause your bad AF.”

“Oh my gosh- CLAY-!”

✩ Overall Clay is an amazingly sweet well rounded man

✩ Never lose him

#trolls band together #clay trolls #trolls clay #trolls #clay #clay x reader #clay Headcannons #headcannons #brozone #brozone x reader #trolls x reader #fandom #romance #fluff #request #hope you like <3 #clay x reader trolls

[swordcreature]

Empty - Rolan x Tav Soulmate AU

hi hi hi! me and the wonderful, amazing @forgeofthenine decided to do a lil collab/prompt swap for the tiefling boys. it was so much fun to write and you definitely need to go see what prompt i gave her because oh boy i know it's gonna be cute. like scream into a pillow cute. thank you Bri for this collab idea i had so much fun and also totally didn't spend an entire work shift looking at pictures of Rolan's hands (because you know, inspiration).

my prompt was for Rolan + "Your soulmate's handprint is the first place they touch you"

(i'm totally going to edit formatting of this post later because it takes me forever to do so, so if you see it change, that's why lol)

Rolan could recall, with complete clarity, the first time someone touched the dark red handprint on his chest. He was barely a teen, not even old enough to truly understand the implication of a soulmate, when a classmate braced her hand over his heart. He remembered the way his chest tightened, how he couldn’t breathe as the taller tiefling laid her palm just slightly too left of the soulmark.  

He didn’t need to look down to know it wasn’t a match. How many times had he pressed his own hand against his chest, trying to make his long, clawed fingers fit the much smaller handprint, so that he could burn the feeling into memory? Lia had said it was just fate, that the gods had someone better in store for him, but that didn’t lessen the sting – even if he wasn’t particularly fond of the girl.  

He decided that romance was a fool's game, one that people like Rolan couldn’t afford to play. Or, at least, that’s what he told himself. He had a family to look after, siblings to provide for. What good would dwelling on silly fantasies of love do him? It certainly wouldn’t put food on the table or a roof over their heads.  

In the back of his mind, though, in the privacy of his own thoughts, Rolan imagined what it would be like to meet the match to his soulmark. It was bittersweet, a torturous pain that he reveled in, teasing himself with pretty fantasies of who his mate may be. They always stayed fantasies, though.  

But then Elturel fell into Avernus. And any hope Rolan had of ever finding his soulmate was ripped away, like the ground beneath his feet that gave way to the fiery pits of the Hells. He felt hollow, empty. Even as Elturel returned to the mortal plane, the feeling never went away.  

⸻

When Tav first came into the grove, Rolan was drowning in the emptiness. It was easy to pretend it didn’t exist when the world was going to shit around them. And he had all but mastered the art of walling himself up so that any blows to his brittle heart didn’t send it careening into the abyss he felt inside.  

Rolan found that he felt different around her, though. He first noticed it at the party, as he and the Elturian refugees celebrated Tav and her companion’s efforts against the goblins. The cavity in his chest seemed to shrink, if only by a little bit. But it was enough for Rolan to breathe, to take a breath he didn’t realize he so desperately needed. It made him nervous, the way she easily was able to slip through the defenses he painstakingly constructed and take hold in his mind.  

For the first time since Avernus, Rolan let himself imagine what it would be like to feel her hand against his chest, slotting into place over the red mark.  

⸻

These temporary highs never seemed to last long for Rolan. Amid the broken grounds of the shadow cursed lands, as Cal and Lia were ripped from his grasp, the cavern in his chest swelled. It loomed large and insidious, and Rolan felt as though if he closed his eyes hard enough, he could fall into it. He hated it, hated himself, hated feeling so utterly weak.  

And when the emptiness threatened to swallow him whole, Tav was there.  

She returned to Rolan what he thought was lost to him forever. If he weren’t a coward, he would have grabbed her right then and there. He would have pulled her to him and apologized for the venomous words he spit at her in anger, would have thanked her for all that she had done. He simply uttered a tiny 'thank you' and let her go on her way, trying to ignore the way his chest shifted as she left.  

⸻

If Rolan were a third party, looking at his life from unaffected eyes, he perhaps would have laughed at the misfortune that plagued him at every step. It truly never seemed to end. Just as he got his footing, arriving at Baldur's Gate and securing a place for him and his siblings to stay, the rug was pulled out from under him.  

At least this time, the pain he felt was physical and not deep within. At least he had bruised and marks to show for it. At least he could put a name to his tormentor: Lorroakan.  

Although he did have to admit that after everything he had been through, working as the whipping boy for an egomaniacal wizard was something he could handle. Or at least see through to the end.  

And Rolan fully intended to stick through his apprenticeship, to become a powerful and renowned wizard, to ensure his siblings were taken care of. He certainly didn’t expect Tav to throw herself into the mix, killing the master wizard before Rolan had even been there a tenday. Though, he probably should have expected it.  

She always seemed to show up whenever he needed her most, even when he didn’t want her help. Especially when he didn’t want her help. If Rolan was religious, he may have thought her a form of divine intervention. But he hadn’t prayed since he was a child and calling her work an act of the gods seemed like an insult to Tav’s capabilities. She was Tav, nothing more and nothing less. A woman who somehow knew him and what he needed, without even knowing him. 

Perhaps that’s why she appeared at Ramazith’s tower one day, dressed in her casual clothes, under the guise of checking in. Rolan had taken on the duties as master of Sorcerous Sundries, and though things were better than they had been in so very long, the emptiness still gnawed at his chest, just as vicious as ever.  

She was just as glorious in her street clothes as she was in her armor, but something drew Rolan’s eye to her hand, a part of her he had never seen uncovered before, always beneath a gauntlet of some sort. On it was a pink blotch that extended over her wrist, twisting around her arm like a snake. As they caught up, he found his eyes drifting back to her hand, tracing the outline of it again and again, trying to discern its secrets.  

As Tav stood to leave, it clicked.  

With one long stride, Rolan closed the distance between them, grabbing her wrist over where the soft pink shape marred her skin. His pull may have been just a tad too rough, causing her to stumble forward into him. She braced herself with a hand against his chest.  

He didn’t need to look down to know it was a perfect match. And by the look on Tav’s face, she didn’t either. For a long moment they stared at one another, nothing but the sounds of quickened breath between them.  

Then they were smiling and laughing and Rolan decided that if he didn’t kiss her right then and there that he may actually light the whole damned tower on fire. As he clumsily pressed his lips to hers, he couldn’t feel a lick of space in his chest. Just the fullness of his racing heart.  

#bg3 #bg3 rolan #rolan #rolan x tav #my writing #forgeofthenine #soulmate au

[piratefishmama]

Fake it till you Make it | Part 20

So now, he was sat in a car, with a rich older man.

To some little queer boys, this would be a dream come true, especially since the older man wasn’t half bad in terms of looks, that all American square jaw, strong nose, the works. Plus… rich.

But this wasn’t a rich older man whisking him away, no, this was Steve Harrington’s regularly absent father taking him grocery shopping.

It’d been a wild day.

“So…” Eddie didn’t do well with silence. Silence never sat right with him. Had to fill it somehow, be it with silly noises, random singing, or conversation with any person in his vicinity. “They uhm, they do that often?”

“It’s a family thing, I think we’re all as bad as each other.” At least he was self-aware, the eldest Harrington still watching the road as they drove through the small town, he knew where he was going though, each turn done as if he’d driven the route enough to do it blindfolded. “Lynda’s a lawyer so, that should explain that” loved being right, it was her job to be right, even if she was actually wrong, she had to make out like she was right and she did it well. “I’m a middle child” explained both everything and nothing at all, “and Steven… I think he got a little bit of both of us. I’d have thought you’d be used to that though, since you’re dating him.”

“Ah-haha, I mean… don’t get me wrong, I’ve always known about Steve’s uhm… how to phrase this… mean girl streak?” John snorted a little laugh, emboldened, Eddie continued, “he’s like everyone’s disappointed mother, always with the little—” Eddie shifted in his seat, just about managing to put his hands on his hips and cock them weirdly in place “pose that he does when he’s oh so very disappointed in you. I used to thrive on it back in high school, whenever he’d catch Tommy H or the other basketball goons bullying the kids, he’d just stand there like he’d caught his kids with their hands in the cookie jar, an they’d actually just… cower, like he could actually do anything to them. It was the funniest shit I’d ever seen.”

It'd actually been quite the surprise when that’d happened the first time, it didn’t happen often, Steve had been a douchebag, not the ‘shove your head in a toilet’ kind of douchebag, or the ‘shove Gareth in a locker’ kind of douchebag.

No, he was the mega bitch douchebag who could flash a smile and drop every set of panties in his immediate vicinity, he was the douchebag who KNEW he could do that. Who carried himself high with the knowledge, lording it over everyone without… ever actually lording it, it was a presence kind of thing. An attitude.

And maybe, occasionally, he’d have been the douchebag who didn’t really see anyone unless he wanted to see them, didnt really pay any attention to those not on his radar, those not in his friend group, which led to many an accidental shoulder check, which had in turn led to Eddie’s own personal little vendetta because he’d lost one of his prized mini figs to the underside of the Hawkins High trophy case when Steve had walked by a little too close and shoved him just hard enough to send Eddie’s shit flying.

Had just kept walking as if he hadn’t even seen him. Asshole.

It was only when he’d first been seen hanging around Wheeler that his personality had shifted toward something reasonably human. Thanks Wheeler, the sacrifice of your time and patience hath created a god among men.

“So he was never… bad then?”

“Nah” no sense bad mouthing the boyfriend, that wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Real Prince Charming in a perfectly pressed polo shirt. He’s amazing, sir… you have nothing to worry about with Steve, he’s… one in a million.” Now anyway.

“Good. Good.” And then he fell silent, the quiet stretch lasting nearly five minutes with only the faint music playing on low volume from the radio to fill that silence, until the eldest Harrington pulled the car into a quiet carpark, and parked. “Here we are!” Oh thank Christ.

“We can't keep doing this.” Steve was the first one to speak up during their mutual living room silent treatment, finally looking at this mother after nearly an hour of watching a gentle snowfall that’d started outside. He hoped it wouldn't get heavier before Eddie got back.

“I have no idea what you—”

“Mom.” Steve cut her off, his eyes sharp and tone firm. “We can’t keep doing this. This bickering, this who’s right who’s wrong shit, we’ve gotta stop, at least here.” If not for their own sanity, but for the image he was giving Eddie of his family life.

Of what he might possibly maybe be getting himself into if Steve could actually swing a real relationship by the end of the week. The chances of him saying yes were already pretty farfetched, but if Steve’s parents were their worst selves…

Why would Eddie want to subject himself to that long term?

She paused, expression unreadable, something she’d mastered years ago for the court room, then she sighed. “I know, Steven.” She sighed heavily “Sometimes I forget that you’re a grown up now, that you can argue right back and actually stand your ground.” It only felt like yesterday when he was tugging uncomfortably at the little bowtie they used to make him wear for special occasions, all dressed up looking up at them with those big hazel eyes of his. His childhood only felt like yesterday. “I miss when you were cute and just did as you were told” she sniffled. Back when his parents had been there regularly before their duties had pulled them away. Before distance had strained them and they missed everything. Steve rolled his eyes but said nothing as his mother continued “Anyway, i agree. I think I’d prefer it if Eddie didn’t go away from this trip thinking John to be the most mature of us.”

“God, could you imagine?” Steve shook his head to free himself of the truly harrowing thought, allowing the subject to change. “I really like him, Mom... I didn’t expect to at first, not enough to want something long term with him anyway...” He’d thought it’d be easy to just pretend with him at first, but Eddie just had this... thing about him, Steve didn’t really know how to explain it, he just felt like home. Maybe it should have been alarming as to how fast that’d happened but... Steve had always rushed into things, funnily enough he didn’t think Eddie minded. “So I’d really like it if he liked all of us by the end of this, an if he only likes Dad cause of our bullshit, I think I might just disown the both of you.” The last part said in jest but... god he’d never let it go.

He’d lockjaw it until the end of time, would take it out on special occasions and shake it in their faces like look what you did. Look at what you cost me.

“Honestly, sweetheart I think I’d disown myself.” Lynda laughed, the air finally lightening up a little between them. “Here, how about we go see if the maintenance men pilfered the wine cellar? I’m positive Mags was hiding a damn good red down there among the cabernet that I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want to go to waste...”

“Well... we probably should check it... just in case, y’know? For security reasons.” Not that he actually doubted the integrity of the maintenance crew, they’d been employees for years, they’d known his grandparents, had worked for them in their later years when time had started to catch up to them, and a steady gig passing through generations wasn’t something to scoff at.

“Security, absolutely.” But then, the contents of the wine cellar alone was probably worth more than the actual house, so… better double check.

For security reasons.

Part 22

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #Just what are Eddie and John going to come home to i wonder lmao

[meryldian]

omg love your writing its so GOOD

do you think you could do some more headcanons about growing up with devilsh

np if you cant have a good day or night ❤

★ Growing up with Devilish & Being Tokio Hotel’s 5th member ★ pt.2

AN: I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE !!

I decided to merge the requests because they overlap with one another and simply work. I hope this satisfies you !! I’m writing this as a part 2 to my first « Growing up with Devilish/Tokio Hotel » post since it just works!

Warning! Underage drinking and Smoking,sexual themes touched non explicitly, that’s about it. Friendly reminder it’s Tokio Hotel we’re talking about

≛ This is set in 2003 til 2005 right before the release of ddm as it deserves it’s own post.

~ Enjoy your read ~ (not proof read I’m sorry I had to get smth out of the drafts)

Bill was so excited to land that Starsearch audition, he came running to your house once he got the confirmation.

It’s 8pm on a school day and there’s a frantic Bill knocking at your door.

Or window, if it happens to be on the first floor.

I love the idea of your room being on the first floor, that way the boys can sneak in for silly night-ins discussing about the future of your band or watching some disney movies on your VHS player.

Or sometimes you’d sneak in beer, weed, all that good stuff that 12/13 year olds should not be doing but you did it anyway.

Your bedroom was a hideout and safe place, especially for Bill who found so much comfort in you.

The days following to Bill’s audition were spent practising his singing and putting up a killer outfit that would shock everyone.

Not many people had faith in him, but I’m sure you were certain he’d make it.

So when a letter got home after a few weeks saying that he was amongst the best 16 in the country, you sticked out your tongue and middle finger up to the other 3 boys. “I told you so”

When it came the time to interview the band for Bill’s section of the show, you guys knew you’d have to be your best.

Bill helped out picking your outfits for sure. You needed to look cool for the camera. Maybe this would be a breakthrough moment?

You even got to do Georg’s hair, much to his annoyance.

It felt glorious, there was a television team in Loitsche and it was just for you guys. You were the kings of the town for a few hours.

Charlotte, the twins’s mom allows you to come with her to the show. You were so excited to see Bill onstage! (The fandom knew Mami Kaulitz as Simone but she legally deleted that name and only kept Charlotte) (from now on I’ll only refer to her as Mami Kaulitz though)

Once Bill came on stage you knew he was meant to be there, and you dreamed for your band to be able to shine like this by his side.

You were clapping and singing along so happily, the crowd loved him.

The same can’t be said about one particular judge.

When Bill lost he came running into your arms. Poor boy was destroyed. You only had a couple minutes to gather his things and leave so while his grandma comforted him you helped out Mami Kaulitz at getting everything together.

Standing awkwardly by a crying Bill, his grandma and a bunch of strangers while waiting for his mom to finish talking to the host is definitely not your best memory.

Needless to say the ride back home was silent.

Everyone was so proud of Bill nonetheless.

In the following weeks you guys mostly practiced your melodies with the band and tried out new riffs. Bill was quite depressed and refused to get out of his house.

Not even a new outfit, new song or a cool Barbie doll could convince him to get out.

You would physically have to get in and drag him out of bed by his ankles.

Once you yanked him too hard and he fell right on his butt, knocking his head while at it. Tom was wheezing in the back while you tried to help Bill up, avoiding to burst at his misery.

Bill has always been arrogant, so the loss on Starsearch was a big bruise to his ego. You would have to help him rebuild his self-esteem.

Dressing him up prettily and doing his makeup.

Bill would imitate your makeup techniques, he finds you fascinating.

This is how his iconic black eyeshadow look was born.

Overtime it all got better and you guys went back to the routine.

In a way, you’re the glue that sticks everyone together in the band. For sure you’d be a pillar the boys rely on.

Whenever things don’t seem to go the right way you tend to climb on the rooftop and just talk the night away with Georg. You two can have the longest and brightest (sometimes not so) conversations man has known.

Back to the “storyline” Starsearch was not useless in the slightest. Bill’s voice, the band’s rogue look in the interview and the angelic beauty of one of it’s members caught a talent scout’s attention.

Sometime between 2002 and 3 you guys had recorded your Devilish demo, that along with Bill’s appearance in the show had gained you some newfound popularity in town.

Things were still hard but, at least they knew those five losers had talent.

It was a hard and exhausting process til you guys finally signed with Universal. But! Before you could record an album, you all needed some proper training. So during the summer holidays you were accommodated into an apartment with everything you may need.

Now imagine an apartment with 5 young teens living by themselves.

Gustav was in charge of the cooking because if anyone else touched the kitchen you would burn the place down.

Tom has managed to burn water. Do not trust him.

We all know Gustav is a total chef now, but back then let’s be honest.. he could make instant ramen noodles and sandwiches. So most of the time you guys settled on ordering junk.

You guys had sleeping arrangements but it never stopped you from all ending in one room playing video games til the late hours of the night or drinking til you passed out.

Nowadays you guys sometimes cringe at everything you were doing at such a young age.

Parties were strictly forbidden in the apartment so you would all sneak to the nearest park to raise hell. There were no parents to run after you and barely any surveillance around. You guys were free.

You once got so wasted that on the way back home Georg crashed somebody’s window. You still wonder how you never got caught.

There were nights that the place would get so cold that you all ended up as a pile when it came time to sleep.

You didn’t stay like that all night though. You’d wake up coddled against Tom’s leg on the floor as he took up the entire couch. Georg was sprawled on the bed, Gustav rested on an armchair somewhere and Bill made himself a blanket cocoon.

Bill and you still have a very special friendship, so some nights you would both get into the blanket cocoon in the living room and watch some vhs tapes of Nena, Queen and Bowie’s concerts.

Oh and Titanic, for sure. Bill loves the film.

He confessed to you that he was crushing on both Rose and Jack (Bill actually said this)

If you happen to also be in the lgbtq community, you’re in for a queer ride when watching films with Bill.

ESPECIALLY, Labyrinth.

You washed Georg’s hair in the sink once. You never talk about it.

The five of you are oddly comfortable around one another so there was no shame in that.

Nor in walking around barely dressed, making the grossest jokes and acts and being complete degenerates.

The fact Bill mentioned in his book that they’d collectively jack off still haunts me to this day.

You just let them be.

Or join if you’re drunk enough, you be you bestie.

You’re not excluded from the after hour porn binge watching though, that’s like watching the news for you bunch of hormonal brats.

Anything totally inappropriate for your age aside, the five of you have such a beautiful bond. It’s amazing to watch you go.

Of course the twins are a step ahead, but it doesn’t change the fact that as a band and as friends you’re so connected to one another.

You can have more than one soulmate, and the five of you are linked together for sure.

Ok i’m being cheesy.

I’m sorry but Tom was the type to ask you to make out to “practice”

He likes to snatch your bras (if you wear them) and mock you while holding it against his chest.

“Georg next time you take a big shit open the windows and spray there’s a lady living in here” “Look I’m y/n and i’m the best musician in this band” “Pull up your pants you looser”

In return, you have hit him with a bra. How is you weaponize it? I have no idea but you certainly did.

Gustav and you were always the ones to do groceries because if you let the other ones do it, they would come back with anything BUT groceries.

A new turtle for georg, king sized box of condoms, cigarettes, a kiss the cook apron, supposedly haunted doll they found in the trash and a pack of hot wheels toys.

Gustav might be the dad yet it doesn’t take his chaos away from him. He chased you guys around the apartment with a water gun screaming like a madman.

He drums on bowls while cooking it’s cute.

You genuinely had the time of your lives.

But you can’t forget that you were located there for a reason.

Writing music.

Turning this into a series! I’m honestly way too into this idea not to cover the band’s evolution in it’s entirety. The inclusion of this fifth member is genuinely very fun to write and brainstorm about! I’ll mostly write them as the rhythm guitarist as it’s logically the easiest position to sneak into the band. As well as I must say that I am definitely more comfortable writing afab readers but no worries I can and certainly will do male reader <3

See you ~

- Meryl <3

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader #gustav schaefer #x reader #alien #tokita #tokio hotel imagines #tokio hotel alien

[zoesmp4]

GLITCH “we were supposed to be just friends.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: a little bit of angst but mostly fluff, has mentions of death, lowercase intended!!

a/n: kinda based on glitch by taylor swift. repost of first fic bc im suupppeerr busy rn and idk if ill get anything out for a bit!!

it was never supposed to end up like this. oh no, not even remotely close. when you first arrived to alexandria, with your jagged cuts and discolored bruises scattered across your body, majority of your hope was lost. all of the important people in your life seemed to just fade away, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

you would spend your days sat beneath a tree, idling away the hours reading your beloved comics. you enjoyed the isolation, it provided you with a slight sense of comfort. that was the case until one particular day. you made your way over to your special spot, freezing in your tracks when you saw him. carl grimes.

he was sitting with his back against your tree. you never really talked to the boy, only spoken to each other once, which was when you first arrived. he was friendly and seemed like a nice kid, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to anyone. the fear of getting attached and losing them in the end made you shudder every time you thought of it.

you quietly sat down next to him, not uttering a single word. he looked up from his own comic, shooting you a smile along with a “hey.”

it became a daily occurrence, sitting down next to whoever came first. you two started to talk more, bonding over your love for comics and random things you had in common. you started to open up, a stark contrast to how you normally behaved, and over time a meaningful attachment to each other blossomed.

carl knew and noticed everything about you, from your favorite color down to how your nose lightly scrunched when you felt the slightest bit of discomfort. he brought out a side of you that you thought was gone long ago. he’d changed you for the better, and you were extremely grateful.

at some point however, you started to feel a certain way around carl. you tried to push it away, told yourself you were just being silly. but you knew deep down how you really felt. you had feelings for the pretty boy. hell, you were practically in love.

you told yourself he would never reciprocate the feelings, and tried to forget about it, but it was oh so hard when his arm would brush over yours while walking, when he looked at you with his eyes that resembled the blue flames of a restless fire.

“oh come on! it was one time.” you say, giggling at carl’s joke while walking alongside him. “sure, we’re just gonna forget about all the other times you fell on your face because you don’t look where you’re going.” he says playfully, nudging your shoulder while smiling.

you felt your heart skip a beat, and tried to hide your flustered state. there was a short silence between you two before carl’s footsteps came to a stop. you look at him, eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

“what’s up?” “i- there’s something i haven’t told you.” he says, lowering the volume of his voice. “which is..?” you say, slightly fidgeting with your hands in anxiety, thinking of all the possibilities of what could come out of his mouth.

could it be he wanted to stop hanging out? he wanted space? surely you did something to upset him. negative thoughts ran through your mind, you spacing out in the process. “i like you.” he blurts out, instantly breaking your trance. “huh?” “i said i like you. i really like you.”

it felt as if you couldn’t breathe, the words not coming out of your mouth. you were simply taken aback. carl grimes likes you? he must be joking. “i- is this a joke? it must be. you’re really funny carl, seriously best joke of the ye-”

he cuts you off by smashing his soft lips against your mildly chapped ones. he cups your face with his cold hands, the feeling of his lips upon yours felt like a dream. it didn’t feel real, as if it were a glitch.

your lips were locked on each others for what seemed like ages before you two had to pull away to take a breath. carl took your hand in his, rubbing circles onto your palm as you two made eye contact. “believe me now?” he says, smiling as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “hmm, not quite. think i need a round two.” “smart girl.” he says before leaning in once again.

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #the walking dead #carl grimes x fem!reader #twd #twd x reader #carl grimes angst #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes smut #carl grimes oneshot #the walking dead oneshot #the walking dead imagines #chandler riggs

[mazosstuff]

Drunk thoughts are sincere thoughts

pairing: Dan Heng × fem!reader

Cw!: none (maybe being drunk? Idk, nothing major happens to the reader or to anyone)

Words: < 800

A tiny bit suggestive but nothing happens!!

Sitting in the data bank, there are 2 young adults that are merely hanging out with a bottle or two of wine.

That night, she gulped down way too many glasses for how much alcohol she could tolerate.

"You've had one to many drinks, [name]" the black haired boy said.

"Y-you know... I was t-thinking about your other name..." She said between hiccups and a few pauses.

"My... other name? Please, tell me more. What were you thinking?" He wasn't even sure about what other name could she be possibly referring to.

"Imbibitor Lunae" She said while looking at the stars outside the window of the data bank.

"That... is more of a title, I guess... why were you thinking about it...?"

"Because people on the Xianzhou ships talk chinese... but... your name is in latin"

"Latin? I've never heard of this language"

"It comes from my homeland, Earth. It's more of a dead language, b-but I don't know how it got to you..."

"Still... that is a title that be-"

"Belongs to D-Dan Feng... I got it... you're making me tired of hearing the same thing over and over again"

"Think of how tired I am for telling everyone the same thing"

"Good though. Why would you ever want to d-drink the moon?"

Was the alcohol starting to get in her system? "Drink the moon?"

"Imbibitor Lunae means drinker of the moon..." She got up and sat right in front of him "Why would y-you ever want to d-drink the moon? I-it's so pretty!" She almost sounded whiny now, but not in an annoying way.

In her eyes, she was making him understand a very important thing for her: She loved the moon, and she loved him, but having her boyfriend's title be 'moon drinker'? Blasfemy!

In his eyes, however, he saw the love of his life getting in a position that was hard to describe: she was sat in between his legs, she grabbed him gently by his hips and started shaking him a little bit.

A faint blush transformed into him becoming even redder than Himeko's hair.

"Could you stop moving me like that?"

"Why do you wanna drink the moon? It's so pretty! It's so pretty that I'd marry it if it were a real person"

Something snapped inside of him with the last sentence. Surely he wasn't jealous of the moon... was he?

"Didn't you tell me you wanted to marry me?"

"That's another thing! I bet you'd leave me too for the moon"

Oh, silly [name]. He could never.

With what little courage there was left inside of him, he cupped her face into his hands and kissed her.

It was almost as if it had a hidden meaning.

He wanted to tell her he wasn't going anywhere. The moon may be pretty, but she was prettier. The moon could never beat her in a contest because it would have lost even before the beginning. But he couldn't find the words to say it.

"I will always choose you" He broke the kiss and hugged her.

She remained dumbfounded, frozen like a statue and unable to process everything that happened.

"By the way, how many drinks did you have? I can taste the alcohol on your lips"

"Uhhh... i don't know, I never counted...I'm not really a math gal"

"[Name]..." He sounded serious now

"Okay... maybe 5... or 6...?"

"My Aeons, you're unbelievably irresponsible with alcohol. It makes me wonder how you survived until now"

"Oops..." She said as she suddenly fell on him. From being on her knees, in between his legs, she just let herself fall on him.

Thinking about the various mentions of his past reincarnation, she felt like it was appropriate to remind him of who she loved.

"I love you... Dan Heng" She made sure to highlight the character 'Heng' in his name.

"And I love you not because of who you once were, b-but because of who you are now. Yeah... your vidyadhara appearance may be so cool and it's nice to tease you while you're in that form, but I fell in love with you, not Dan Feng, and if i had to choose between you and him, i would choose you every single time somebody asked me that"

He could feel his eyes tingling and ready to burst out in tears.

"If you ever get tired of reminding people who you are, t-tell me... because I w-will not let anyone disrespect you like that"

And with that she fell asleep on him.

He looked at her with a smile on his face

"How could I have been so lucky to have met you, my dear?"

People say that drunk thoughts are sincere thoughts.

A/n: hope you liked this little one shot. I swear, inspiration comes when you don't find the things you're looking for.

Another character that I love to the moon and back is Dan Heng. I have his E1 in his 5 star version and E2 in his normal one and I swear I'm tryna build him, but the drops of the calyx are awful.

As always, if you have a request for a one-shot, don't hesitate to send it to me!

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng #dan heng x reader

[rypnami]

boggart headcanons

this has been rotting my brain for a whiiiile. another completely unoriginal idea but this is my take on the HL npcs’ boggarts. spoilers if you haven’t finished the game!

sebastian: some say his boggart would take the shape of his uncle, or his uncle’s tombstone. in my opinion though, it would turn into a dementor. although what happened to him throughout his childhood was traumatic and horrible, his uncle can’t hurt him anymore. a dementor, however, certainly could. it’s a manifestation of his guilt over his actions and his fear of being sent to azkaban.

ominis: how does a boggart frighten someone who can’t see it? through sound. there are several things it might make itself sound like to scare ominis. perhaps his aunt before she died. the sound of the scriptorium door opening, mc/sebastian getting crucio’d, his father’s voice, his siblings’ voices… that poor boy has so much trauma that a boggart would have a hard time choosing.

imelda: this one seems very clear to me. the boggart would appear before her as the captain of the holyhead harpies, telling her she didn’t make the team. after all that work, after everything she tried to hard to achieve, she fell short of what she wanted more than anything. that’s scary. she fears failure above all, and that’s the epitome of failing for her.

garreth: i headcanon garreth as a very family-oriented person. we know he has at least 1 younger sister, however knowing the weasleys there are probably several more younger and older siblings. we also know that he loves potions experimenting and often has other people test them out. i think his boggart would appear as something awful happening to one of his family members as a result of trying one of his potions. two things he loves coming together and causing harm is probably the scariest thing to him.

leander: his boggart might he something kind of silly to everyone else. he definitely fears failure, loneliness, and being looked at as less-than. there’s a throwaway line he says about how his siblings are older, smarter, more competent etc so i think above all he fears being a disappointment. his boggart would most likely be his parents telling him he’s a failure, that he’s brought shame to his family, and things of that nature.

andrew: we don’t know much about andrew, but i think he’s the kind of person who has anxiety. i think he takes his house placement very seriously and fears letting down his friends/the people around him. his boggart would probably be his close friends or family members expressing that he had failed them in a big way and that they didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.

amit: through the game we see amit as someone who is somewhat timid but can be incredibly brave when he has to be- main example is the goblin mine quest. so i think in the aftermath his boggart would be a goblin, perhaps even ranrok himself, after the trauma he definitely sustained during that quest.

poppy: her boggart would either been one of/both of her parents, or something bad happening to highwing. we know she must have a lot of (likely unresolved) trauma from growing up in a poacher camp, especially with who her parents are, and after what happened with highwing in the high keep quest, she’s probably also incredibly worried about her closest (creature) friend being harmed again.

adelaide: no one talks much about her but i think she’s really sweet okay 🥺 anyway, if she were to see a boggart it would probably manifest as her uncle dying. she’s already lost her parents and, presumably, has no family left besides her uncle. save her she’s just so cute :((

also my mcs just for fun :D

jamie: a werewolf. after his mother’s death there is nothing in the world that will make him panic faster. a lot of his fear of werewolves also comes from the residual guilt that he was somewhat responsible for her death. perhaps the boggart would even switch into his mother’s werewolf form..

jack: definitely turns into his father. after everything he went through, especially as a child, nothing scares him more than his father. even tho he did kill him so there’s no true threat anymore. most of it is psychological torment now :D

ollie: when he was small, his boggart would have taken the shape of a spider. now, it takes the form of a dementor- he’s scared of them taking one of his dads away. although he’s still deathly terrified of spiders/acromantulas so perhaps it changes back and forth sometimes.

#i was projecting on andrew can u tell #natty and duncan were not included because we know what their boggarts are :) #i do have more HCs about natty’s boggart but that’s for another day #dividers by saradika #hogwarts legacy #hp fandom #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #imelda reyes #garreth weasley #leander prewett #natty onai #andrew larson #amit thakkar #poppy sweeting #adelaide oakes #headcanon #hogwarts legacy headcanons

[yo-yo-yeonkai]

DO YOU BELIEVE IN FATE? - CHOI BEOMGYU - SFW

Choi Beomgyu x Fem!reader

Genre : Fluff - slight angst

Warnings: stranger!Beomgyu, college AU, though it’s not set in school, tongue piercing, mentions of abuse (both reader and Beomgyu), injury, ‘broken home’, father problems, sexism, bike crash,

Word count: 3,248

Summary: Is it coincidence? Is it fate? Or is it Choi Beomgyu? - my sister wrote the summary :)

Actual summary: Your trying to escape the pain your father causes you when you run into a boy in a similar situation… it’s not fate, nor coincidence, it’s Choi Beomgyu.

Your legs started peddling before you could stop them, your wrist burned with red hot pain, but your legs didn't. You let them carry you towards a hill you knew that was far enough away from home, but close enough you didn't die on the bike ride there.

Wind whipped your hair behind you as you rode. Each push of your legs rocking your body from side to side. You almost felt comforted by the force you were putting into the movement, using it as a way of ridding yourself of any emotion you couldn't show at home. It wasn't as good as when you played sport, but this would do. Your dad never loved you playing sports anyway. That's why you were given this injury after all, though, he tried to tell everyone you'd fallen while playing the 'silly game'. After all, he'd told you 'It was no good for a girl like you'.

He liked to say that girls 'like you' were better at what they were made for... 'staying at home and minding their business'... which meant you weren't allowed to have interests. Sure, you could go out with your female friends and do delicate things like going to a cafe, but he'd never let you enter a skate park. Hell, even your bike was one of those classic ones with the pretty blue frame and a silly basket on the front. Not one of the cool ones everyone else your age had. Under his gaze, you were never going to be who you wanted to be.

Clearly you'd escaped to your own world and weren't paying enough attention, making you crash into someone, falling onto your side and grazing your chin as you fell. That was definitely going to need a plaster, it will only get you in more trouble with father. Brilliant... 'Girls like you don't rough house, so don't get injured. The biggest injury you should ever receive is a needle prick'.

You assumed it was probably an older person you'd hit, seeing as these streets weren't normally a hotspot for younger people. But when you looked up you were not met with the face of an elder, you were met with the face of a beautiful long-haired boy, most likely your age. His eyes locked onto yours and you felt yourself get lost in the chocolate swarm of his eyes. You gaze at him as his mouth moves but you didn't hear what he said. 'Had I hit my head that hard' you asked yourself, reaching a hand up to touch it mindlessly.

He spoke again, but this time the sound greeted your ears, "I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, my helmet fell over my eyes. Here, take my hand". He spoke so gracefully, despite having a tint of panic within his tone, and a small graze along his cheek from the fall. His helmet had fallen over his eyes? That's ridiculously absurd... kind of sweet though.

His pretty hand reached out for you, but you didn't fail to notice the way his knuckles were plagued with purple splotches and red dashes. You found yourself asking a mental question 'Who did he get into a fight with?'. Nonetheless, you placed your own hand in his and he pulled you up like it was the easiest thing to do. Wow, he was much stronger than most boys.

Now stood, you realised he was probably about as tall as the 'popular boy' in school that everyone loved, and you were short compared to him. "'I-I am s-sorry as well, I w-was peddling so fast, not-t looking." You spoke, stuttering over your words like a giddy little girl, which you suppose you kind of were. How could you not be when faced with such an attractive boy!

He chuckled beautifully and spoke, "'Hey, are you okay? You are stuttering and turning red, did you hit your head?". You flicked your eyes away from him and muttered "Head fine, me fine. I should g-go" You nearly got your words out without stumbling, but at the last hurdle messed up.

He chuckled at your lack of movement and lifted his hand in front of your face "' For someone who has to go, you are still holding on quite tightly" he teased. The sight of his hand intertwined with yours made your eyes blow wide, pulling your hand out of his grasp. 'What an idiot, I forgot to let go when he pulled me up' you mentally cursed yourself. So much for first impressions...

He giggled lightly, "Ahhh you are a cutie aren't you... can I ask you what your name is?".

You looked down at the ground and mumbled " Song (Y/N)".

He hummed "That name feels familiar. Maybe a classmate has a similar name." He wondered out loud.

"How about you, can I get your name?" You spoke, slowly gaining your composure back.

He smirked and spoke proudly "Choi Beomgyu, will you be wanting my number next by any chance?".

You tilted your head and took a step away from him "uh- No, that won't be necessary. I'll be going now" you muttered quickly, not giving him a chance to properly reply. You knew the name, you don't know why yet, but you knew the name. Knowing the name of some random guy you bumped into is never a good sign, so you quickly tried to pick up your bike and move away from the situation.

You heard him yell out "Wait please....", his plea made you turn around to look at him. He stood there, bike still on the floor, helmet hung over his eyes slightly. Wow, his helmet really is too big for him.... He looked so pathetically desperate, almost like you were his last chance. Maybe you were just crazy, maybe you're imagining the look in his eyes.

A wide smile adorned his face at the realisation that you'd taken the time to stop to listen to him and spoke "'I want you to join me, I was on my way to the hill nearby. I was wondering if you'd be interested in just spending some time with me. That is all, I'd understand if you declined seeing as it is getting dark, and I'm just a stranger you bumped into.".

You wandered over to him and flicked your gaze to the path leading to the hill. Before Beomgyu had distracted you with his existence, you were going to go up it as well, but he had made you so shy that you decided to change your destination and go elsewhere.

You don't know why a pretty boy like him would want anything to do with a girl like you, especially when you were halfway through peddling like a maniac to the hill, but sure. "I would like to join you Beomgyu.". He chuckled and with that you peacefully made your way up the hill, onto a bench that sat there, overlooking the city you lived in, it was beautiful.

The sky was illuminated a beautiful orange tinge as the sun retired for the day. But that wasn't the thing that caught your attention, no. It was Beomgyu. The light rays graced his features as he tilted his head to the side, making his jawline more prominent than ever. The light dusting of pink across his cheeks was suddenly visible and his brown eyes seemed to sparkle for the first time since you've seen him.

His head slowly turned to face you, but he didn't say anything about your lingering stares, instead he took it as an opportunity to study you. All is fair after all.

His eyes darted across your profile as you tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. But then something caught your attention, his tongue was sticking out of his lips, and he seemed to be playing with it. No, playing with his piercing on it. You felt your cheeks burn pink as you wondered how that would feel in a kiss- NO- stay holy.

With a small chuckle Beomgyu decided that's enough of your little stares. "I'm not from around here, I'm only here to visit family," Beomgyu spoke, spinning with his arms stretched out before he joined you on the bench. His childish action made a giggle slip from your mouth. It seemed so pure, just spinning in the wind, overlooking a glowing view, far from home.

You nodded, deciding to take the time to think about what to say next, as you don't trust your own tongue... to soon, you thought about the piercing again…

"'Why would you leave home by yourself then if you aren't from around here?". You questioned, confusion clouding your mind as to why he would put himself in a bad position. But... you can't say much... you've just agreed to hang out with a stranger when it's just getting dark. This is how murder stories begin.

Leaning backwards on the bench he chuckled "'If I'm honest, it was a horrendous idea. I've been to this hill before, but only when I was younger. If I hadn't met you, I probably wouldn't have made it to this hill. You pretty much led me here".

You hummed at that, knowing full well why a person would come to a hill at this sort of time. You spoke, "'Okay, so a mysterious boy comes to a hill he hardly knows the way to, in a city he definitely doesn't know. Why does the boy go to the hill?".

He laughed at your storytelling and continued "'The boy wishes he could say he only came here to see the view, but that would be a lie. The truth is that the boy doesn't want to ever leave this city and go back home. He prefers it here. Admittedly he has friends and a life back where he is from, but he'd rather forget his home. The boy is sure the girl he is with doesn't need to know all of this".

You nodded at his story, the sound of it seeming familiar to your ears. Suddenly, you think about your wrist injury and the way you'd received it, and then you thought about his bruises along with his words. What if he was in a similar position to you?

"The girl is pleased by the boy's truth, coming here to escape her own pains. The girl listens to the boy carefully, noticing that his story feels familiar to her".

He chuckles and looks at you for the first time since you'd begun the story, "the boy hears her words and is thankful. Finds that they hold more comfort to him than she is probably aware. The boy has not heard the girl's story but now wishes to. Why has such a beautiful girl come up to a dark hill at night?"

He leant forwards on the bench, his elbows on his knees. You smile at him continuing this stupid story, and you find that you want to tell him everything, the story letting you distance yourself from the feelings, by placing them into a character. "The girl left her home in a rush; everything was getting a bit much. Her dad was watching stupid football again, and that never ends well. On top of that, she can't even do what she likes to do to take her mind off it because she has a stupid injury. She can't stand to be around the people at home. Though, as she looks at the mysterious boy, she worries that maybe, he understands her a little too well" you say with a shrug, worried about the bruises and scars that adorned his hands.

He chuckles and places his hand over your own fidgeting ones "The boy gets it and understands what she means. He wishes that she will cheer up soon and realise that there may be other things to take her mind off it. The boy likes gaming, but quite frankly that causes half of the problems. If she doesn't mind, can the boy see her injury"?

You shimmy your hand out from underneath his own, his palm now falling onto your thigh, making you jump slightly. His hand was incredibly warm, and you were starting to realise you were growing cold, so you did not move his hand. You rolled up your sleeve and waved the injury at him, noticing it still stung a lot after you used it not so long ago. "How did the girl do that to herself?" Beomgyu wonders, still speaking in the story, which makes you happy.

You fiddle with the bandage and put your hand back over Beomgyu's, seeing him smile and possibly blush at his, it was difficult to tell since it was dark. "'He got mad because she was playing a sport. She was a fool and used it earlier as well, it hurts more than it did before. The girl wants to know why the boy doesn't want to go home, what is the in-depth story? The girl told the boy hers, only fair".

Beomgyu chuckles and hesitates before he speaks "'It is nothing serious, it's just the boy isn't allowed to be how he wants to be there. From what he's heard the boy thinks it's probably a similar story to the girls. He doesn't do something... he gets hurt. He does something... he gets hurt. He just can't go back there, not anymore.".

You nod and look back out to the view in front of you "'The girl wants the boy to be happy and be who he wants to be. Though she understands how he feels. Despite the girl's desperation, she will never be able to be who she wants to be; her dreams won't come true. But she thinks that maybe the boy can do what he dreams of. The girl wants the boy to stand on the bench for a second".

At the end of your sentence, you stand up, dragging Beomgyu with you, so you can finish what you are saying. "'I know it may not seem like it now Beomgyu, but we are in an incredible place, and we just so happened to meet each other, just so we can have this talk. You may call it a coincidence, but I think that we were fated to meet here today, all so we could chat. Two people, in similar situations, feeling the same way, willing to tell each other the truth, don't tell me it's a coincidence. Somewhere out there our fates our intertwined on purpose, whether it be something as simple as to entertain you while you are bored, to lead you to this hill so you could actually get here, or something more complex like: I needed to tell you these words so you start living your own life, or I manage to set you on the right track to achieve your dreams. Who cares Beomgyu? Just live in this moment for a while, forget about your stress and feelings and focus on how incredible it is that you get to live this moment.".

You watch him gaze over every single detail of the view from the bench, the lights twinkling with a bright shine, the city never sleeping though the people might, the slight wave of the trees to the side of you. Beomgyu was amazed, like you had cleared the foggy glass for him, which caused you to smile. "'It's fate that we crossed paths? It's fate that I'm stood here in this spot, looking at this with you?" He questioned.

You worried at this moment that he might see you as a fool and make fun of your comment. You could only bring yourself to nod at him, afraid he might judge your words. He chuckled and jumped off the bench, grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around, making you yelp and hold onto him. "'You are Incredible (Y/N). Your view on this moment amazes me, so come, live with me in this moment. Allow our fates to tangle for just a while longer. Lead me on this journey will you. I don't want to be the mysterious boy; stuck with feelings he can't stand. I want to be Choi Beomgyu who was fated to meet Song (Y/N), so they could pave each other a new path, just for the night.".

You were sure at his words you had turned bright red, giggling like a silly child, but you couldn't help it. His words were just as charming as his smile, and you couldn't help but get caught up in the moment. He was right, your meeting didn't have to end here, you could make it last as long as you wanted.

That night you escaped your roles as girl and boy and lived your own lives. You went to the arcade, to the skate park, running around the city with the plushies you had won at the arcade. It was incredible, like something straight out of a movie. But you managed to forget that every movie has a plot twist, that ruins everything.

As you get dropped off at your house by Beomgyu, you smile at him "Thank you very much for this, it was nice to be us for a night." You mumbled to him. He chuckled and spoke, "'Don't thank me (Y/N), the pleasure was all mine. I got to see an incredible city, with the most adorable cutie I have ever seen, and I got to be myself".

He was standing closer than you thought he had been a second ago and as your faces drew closer you whispered, "Do you know your way home?" To which he smiled and moved closer to your lips "' I'm sure I can find my way back". As the sentence finished your lips met in your first ever kiss. His hand wrapped to the back of your waist to support you, or pull you closer to him, you haven't figured it out. Your lips joined together in a sweet, soft way, his lips felt right against yours and you knew you wouldn't ever forget the feeling.

Just then you heard your brother and his friend in the garden, talking about volleyball, reminding you that you should've been home easily hours ago, you don't even know why his friend was still here, it's 11 at night. "Thank you, Gyu, for everything" you whispered as you kissed him one more time and ran into your house. You touched your lips with your fingers, smiled, and giggled.

Sighing, the joy quickly wore off as fear overtook it. You opened the door once again and shouted down the street "BEOMGYU", but there was no movement, no sound back. He was gone, and you hadn't even got his number.

Maybe what you said about your fates intertwining for just that moment was true. But you couldn't let the feeling slip out of your hands. Beomgyu had filled a broken void in your heart, and just as quickly ran off with what he’d fixed. But it didn't feel broken like it had when other people had ripped it from you, it felt whole but simply trusted in Beomgyu's hands. It didn’t hurt to live without out the thump in your chest, it only made your lips quirk up. You hope that your beating heart leads him back to you once again.

#kpop #tomorrow x together #txt #txt x reader #txt angst #txt soft hours #txt soft thoughts #txt drabbles #txt imagines #beomgyu #txt beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu angst #beomgyu soft thoughts #beomgyu soft hours #beomgyu drabbles #beomgyu imagines #Yo-Yo writes 🌷 #Beomgyu list 🐻

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Shifting Wings: Chapter One

Shifting Wings: Before the Raven Matthew, there was Jessamy, and Jessamy came with a little sister by the name of Adrienne. Dream adores his two little Ravens, but after over a hundred years of imprisonment and the death of Jessamy, Dream will find that he has not just lost his companion, but his beloved little Raven Adrienne no longer brightens the halls of his Palace. None of his staff wish to speak of where the Raven has gone, but the silent new resident of the palace is cause for question. After all, she was the one who aided in his release. If none of his subjects would help him find Adrienne, perhaps she could lead him to the whereabouts of the missing Raven. If only the woman wasn’t so flighty and hard to track down.

Warnings: Angsty Teenager Vibes, Feels like a hot Mess but Whatevs.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x FemaleRaven!Reader, NAMED Reader (I like the name).

Word Count: ~2.6k

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1722, France

The carriage, packed with furs and pelts of animals from the new land across the great ocean, rattled heavily as you sat next to your sister and gaze out at the receding road. When your father had decided to get into the fur trade blossoming from the new world, your mother had not been thrilled, but supported her husband with his decision and strive to feed his family. It was a silly thought, to bring his wife and two daughter, both unmarried, along with him. But your father trusted no one with your welfare and chose to have you travel with him.

Your sister was one and nine, and yourself one and five, hardly children, but your mother and father kept their eyes on you carefully. You were certain it was because they had lost children before you and Jessamy had come along. To the fever they had told you while their one and only little boy to the water sickness. It was easy to understand why you were so sheltered, but you felt smothered at times and grew into a rebellious spirit. One that drove your older sister Jessamy up the walls of the inns you frequented in your travels.

Sighing rather dramatically, you fell back against the covered animal pelts behind you and stared up at the sky. From beside you, your sister glanced at you with a raised eyebrow. She knew you both disliked and loved the lifestyle you were forced into. Constantly moving from one place to the other, never having lasting friends, or romance. You had reached the age where boys were on the mind and your emotions changed like a breeze in a field. Jessamy laid on her back and twisted her head so she was looking at you.

“Was is it, Adrienne?” She asked you. “What is it that has you sighing with such integrity, little sister?” You let the sound of the carriage rattling and trundling along the slightly worn path, stretch out in a period of silence before answering.

“How are we to have a future Jess?” You questioned, shifting you own head to look at your older sister. “Maman and papa insist on keeping us with them, but do we not have our own lives to live?”

“They want to keep us safe, ma caillem,” (My quail) Jessamy reminded you, understanding your frustration and sympathizing with your feelings of being stuck. “You know they only have our best interests in mind.”

“Yeah, if that means our interests are being old maids with gnarled hands, crooked noses, and with no intentions of ever getting married,” You grumbled out, unable to keep the bitterness out of your voice. “Who will want us when we are old?”

“You think negatively,  ma sœur,” (my sister) Jessamy chided you, reaching over to tuck a long curl of hair behind your ear. “You are what is most precious to us.” Your face soured as you disagreed with her words. Most precious? You felt like you were locked away in your own little world because of them. Adrienne do the laundry. Adrienne don’t talk to that boy. Adrienne don’t stray from the carriage. Adrienne make sure you come back before sunset. Adrienne do this. Adrienne do that. Adrienne. Adrienne. Adrienne! You felt like you had no life compared to the girls you encountered in your travels and you hated it.

At least the visit to Versaille had been interesting, you had never seen such splendor in one place.

At the front of the carriage, your father called out to you and Jessamy.

“Saint Cirq Lapopie, right ahead my daughters! I think you shall like this place! There is much to see and enjoy here while your mother and I conduct our business!” You blinked at Jessamy before lurching back into a sitting position and twisting your body around to look at the new town that would be your home for the next month and a half. It was a village built on a cliff right next to a river, perfect for milling barns and other modern advancements of this new century. You were amazed at how fast grain could be turned into flour just by the stream of water.

Your mother constantly preened that the 1700’s would be the cornerstone of new technologies and your father was excited at the prospects of his business expanding in a way so that your family might finally put roots down. You didn’t see the glamor in such oddity and found the constant chatter rather irritating. How long could people go on about some simple invention!? Forever it seemed like… but at least Saint Cirq Lapopie looked like a nice town, certainly there would be others your age living there, so your hopes for a life weren’t entirely dashed.

“It looks adequate, perhaps I might even find a friend for once,” You mused, hanging onto the carriage and you further inspected the looming village. Jessamy rolled her eyes and took your hand.

“Look on the bright side, ma caillem,” (My quail) Jessamy told you, taking your hand again and giving it a squeeze. “Who knows, maybe there’s a cute boy in the village you can get to know.”

You had been sneaking around with Christian for nearly two weeks before your mother caught on. Jessamy, however, seemed to know the moment you had begun to see the local boy from Saint Cirq Lapopie. You had never been able to hide anything from her and had been reduced to an embarrassed mess when she cornered you and Christian while you had been walking through the market. Better Jessamy than papa, but still, your sister was like a guard dog, she didn’t let just anyone near you. Christian had gotten the riot act from Jessamy, with plenty of threats of bodily harm if he ever hurt you, before promising not to speak a word to mamon or papa.

“I received news that Claudia, my cousin, has come down with the plague.” Christian spoke as you sat next to each other at the base of the river, the village high above you. You looked at him with worry. “My aunt fears that the plague will come to the village, have you heard anything from your father’s work?”

“Just whispers I overhear,” You answered softly. “Papa tries not to speak of work or such things when he knows when I am around.”

“So he hides the truth from you?” Christian asked with a frown. “Adrienne, the plague is spreading across France. It is bound to reach Saint Cirq Lapopie at some point.”

“I think he’s in denial, that the village is closed off enough that it will not come here.” You explained, looking at Christian with pursed lips. “You know what he is like, doesn’t believe such gossiping whispers and mamon will always stand by his decision.”

“And what of Jessamy? She is the voice of reason.”

“Jessamy spends all her time working at the mill, I hardly see her anymore.” You said just as the church bells started ringing. Glancing up the hill, your heart dropped in realization that your time with Christian was now over. You stood up and brushed the dirt from the skirts of your dress, Christian followed and grasped your hand.

“Adrienne, please be careful,” He told you, wishing that the village would be spared from the plague, that you would be spared.

“You know that I’m not allowed out much,” You reminded him, kissing his cheek. “I will see you next week, same time and spot, okay? Papa needs me to do some work for him and I won’t have time to see you.” With that you darted off for the path that led back to the village. Your mother was already standing outside your rented cottage, hands on her hips and a firm look of concern upon her face.

“Adrienne!” She called the moment you appeared. “Where have you been!? You know your father and I want you back before the bell strikes six!” She erupted, shooing you towards the door. You could smell the fire from the kitchen as well as the dinner already cooking, and already knew that she would be putting you on chore duty.

You got to working on the chores expected of you, sweeping the floor of the cottage and washing the dishes your mother used to make the stew. You and your mother worked quietly, waiting for your sister to come home and join you… but neither of you expected the door to the cottage to be thrown open as Jessamy rushed in followed by two mill workers hauling your father between them.

“Papa!” You gasped, dropping the broom you had been holding and rushing forwards. Jessamy intercepted you and held you back as your mother led the men to your parents bed and hefted him onto it. “Jess, Jess what’s wrong with him?” You asked, your eyes twisting around to look at her. “What is wrong with papa!?”

“He collapsed at work,” Jessamy explained, hugging you close and you clung to her, tears in your eyes. “Margaretta said that he hadn’t been feeling well all day but thought it was just because he has been working so much as of late.”

“Has a doctor been called? Please tell me a doctor has been called!” You fretted, looking between Jessamy and your father.

“I’m not sure but one will be,” Jessamy answered, stroking your hair while reality set in. Everyone had been hoping the plague would pass by the town, leave it unscathed, untouched. The truth was that it had already come, and it was going to leave a lasting scar.

You were having a hard time getting your bearings, almost like you were having an out of body experience. Then again, you were fairly sure that you had died of the plague, having caught it after your father had contracted it. You remember laying limp on your and Jessamy’s shared bed, hardly able to move. She, too, had caught it and been rendered bed bound. You only had each other to hold onto after the village doctor quarantined the cottage. The plague had been running rampant through the village, and no one was allowed to visit those sick save for the plague doctors.

One moment you had been tiredly closing your eyes to get some rest and the next you were in a strange world flopping around in an equally strange body while your arms flailed. No, not arms. Wings. You were no longer within your human body, but an entirely different one. A bird’s. Your panic had you flopping around much like a fish out of water as the sound of your sister shouting at you to calm down was drowned out by your heart beat. Your wings generated lift and you were clumsily flying through the air, jerking left and right, up and down.

“Adrienne!” Jessamy called from where she sat calmly on a tree branch. “Calm down!”

“Where are we!? What am I!?” You screeched, your eyes swirling around and taking in your surroundings with odd clarity. And the sounds you could hear! Your mind was overwhelmed and you flew yourself into a tangle of branches, leaves and thorns scratching at your feathers. You screeched once more, more in surprise than pain, and wildly flapped your wings to get away from them. Shooting backwards, you tried to right yourself in the air, but couldn’t figure out how your new body worked. You smashed right into the thick trunk of a tree and cried out as blinding pain ripped up your right arm.

You fell to the forest floor in a heap with a brittle call of pain and Jessamy fluttered down to you immediately.

“Adrienne, stop moving,” She ordered you as you rolled around on the ground desperate to get away from the pain holding you captive. Your little body finally stopped moving as your belly rested on leaves and your right limb was awkwardly stretched out in front you. Something was not right, you didn’t need words to tell you that. Jessamy stepped around you and settled by your head, her wise eyes inspecting what had to be a broken wing. Certainly with the way your beautiful raven and opal feathered limb was bent and twisted. “You broke your wing, you need to stop moving.”

“I don’t have wings!” You erupted with a howl but staying still as ordered. There were tears in your eyes from the pain you felt. You’d never felt something so terrible before and it scared you. Scared you just as much as this new world, this new body, did. “What happened? Where are my legs, my arms!?”

Jessamy shushed you and looked around. She had guessed that you and her had passed in your sleep, how else had you been transported to this strange new world? What Jessamy couldn’t figure out, was why you were both in the body of a bird. Had you both not died from the plague and gone to heaven? This was no heaven… but it wasn’t hell either. Your cries of pain quieted down to whimpers, and Jessamy surmised that you must have gone unconscious when you stopped wriggling and making noise entirely.

“Oh, Adrienne,” Jessamy tutted in worry, shifting her own raven and opal colored body. Without your parents to guide and protect you, it now fell on her to ensure that you finished growing up healthy and happy. A challenging task, surely. “But where are we?”

“Fiddler’s Green, child,” A disembodied voice spoke, startling Jessamy and making her flap her wings in defense.

“Who’s there!?” She barked out, her beady black eyes searching the surrounding clearing as she took a protective stance over you. She saw nothing. “Show yourself!”

 “I have no body, little one, for I am the forest and greenery that surrounds you.” Fiddler’s Green replied, pleased to know that Lord Morpheus was already on his way to help the injured raven. The poor thing had no idea what had happened to her.

“What are you then?” Jessamy questioned, cocking her head to the side.

“I am an arcana, one of the three made by Lord Morpheus here in The Dreaming.” Jessamy squinted at the trees, scrutinizing the foliage, and judging nearby bushes for any threat.

“You will explain this to me.” She ordered sternly.

“You have died in your sleep, little raven,” A calm voice spoke out, causing Jessamy to whirl around on her new tiny feet. She hopped over your downed body and flapped her wings threateningly.

“And who are you!?” She growled, hackles raised. “And why are me and my sister here? Why are we birds!?”

“I am Dream of the Endless,” Dream explained. “And you are within my realm, The Dreaming. I shall answer your questions, will you allow me to approach you and your sister? I fear she has greatly injured her wing.” Jessamy stared at this ‘Dream of the Endless’ with a hard gaze, assessing the situation and weighing out her options. She didn’t have much of a choice.

“Very well.”Jessamy said, slightly backing down from her defensive position. Dream approached and crouched down next to Jessamy, who watched his every move. His fingers glossed over the injured wing, and with a subtle whisper of sand along black and white feathers, the injury fixed itself. Then he picked up your limp body and looked to Jessamy.

“Come, we shall speak in my palace.” Jessamy narrowed her gaze before following him, wondering what exactly was this ‘Dream of the Endless’ and could he answer the questions she had. For she had many and all she cared about was keeping you safe.

Date Published: 5/3/23

Last Edit: 5/3/23

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