#but at the same time the more excited people get the more anxious and afraid I get of being a let down haha

[ghosts-cyphera]

No questions or comments, jus wanted to say that I love your pornstar ghost! Plz don't ever stop writing <33

this is one hundred percent one of those comments that I’m tempted to print out and keep for the rest of my wee life because 💕🥹 aah, thank you !!

#it’s the ‘don’t ever stop writing’ that gets me every time #the past few days have been so overwhelming in all the best ways with all the love I’ve received for ps!ghost #but at the same time the more excited people get the more anxious and afraid I get of being a let down haha #of posting something that people don’t enjoy #I tell myself that it doesn’t matter as long as I enjoyed writing it but we all need and want that validation #we want to receive unconditional love for who we are for what we do #but sometimes it’s tough to feel deserving of any of that #sorry I didn’t mean to be sad hahaha #this just made me feel all the feels because for a short moment today a part of me was convinced that I should just delete my blog #because of the fear of being perceived and potentially judged #but you telling me to keep writing was the encouragement I needed #because not everything will be perfect and not everything will be as loved as something else but that’s all good #that’s alright #eek it’s 4 am!! #I love you #lo answers

[creedslove]

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: anon, my beautiful bestie, you are a genius!!! I love you and your idea! This is incredible ❤️

• when you and Joel started dating, you felt as if you'd won the lottery, literally, because you couldn't believe a man like him would settle with you

• you were a beautiful woman with a lot of qualities but Joel was just... Something else

• he was so handsome and sexy, you didn't remember seeing a man, a real life man being that hot, with the exception of celebrities of course, but Joel was real, and he was yours

• not to mention his other great qualities, such as a hardworking man, a great father, a protective person... He was everything you'd ever dreamed of, and you still were starstruck and simply couldn't believe how lucky you got

• there was also the age gap, which meant Joel was older than you, but unlike popular assumption, it didn't bother either of you, it was fine if he was older, you even liked it, as it was kinda hot to you, and Joel didn't mind the fact you were younger, he loved you for who you were, so your age or your looks were irrelevant

• and even if the age gap didn't actually bother you, it still made you feel insecure; especially because you were always anxious and scared that some day Joel would find a woman closer to him in age, a woman who would actually share the same interests and steal him from you

• most days you could actually hide it, pretend that feeling wasn't haunting you whenever you found yourself and Joel around beautiful, mature women, but there was something about Tess that made you lose your shit

• she liked Joel, you knew it, and you were pretty sure something happened between them at some point, but what seemed to have been just an important affair to him, was definitely more intense to her; that was the only explanation why she still made everything at her power to flirt with and seduce him

• you hated her, you hated how she simply pretended you didn't exist in order to come and talk to Joel batting her eyes at him and displaying wide smiles, or how she laughed too hard at his jokes, because let's face it, Joel isn't that funny, or she always touched his arms for no reason

• and she was also closer to him in age, and even if you were petty and you didn't deny it and to you Tess was an ugly cunt, you'd heard some people saying she was a beautiful woman and that made you very insecure

• because not only was she more suitable to him in that matter, but she was also very similar to Joel, they liked horses, they were tough, and she drank like a man, which made you afraid one day Joel could simply get tired of playing dating with you and go after her

• it all happened when you and Joel decided to go out to eat for no reason, it was a regular wednesday evening, but he felt like spending some time with you, and perhaps taking you out for a steak and some pasta was a good way to show you he'd missed you during the day, which you quickly said yes

• you were so happy and excited to go out with him, Joel looked so handsome with his hair slicked back and his flannel shirt rolled up to his elbows, you would let him take you right there and then on that table for anyone to see if he wanted to, but before you both continue your date night, you saw a female hand on his shoulder

"oh my god, Joel, hi!"

• Tess said with such enthusiasm it could only have been fake; she grinned at him and completely ignored your presence, Joel felt embarrassed at her exaggerated reaction and cleared his throat, you didn't say anything and simply got up, going to the restroom and tried controlling your anger and jealousy

• when you came back, Tess was nowhere to be seen, but you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about her, you hated how she looked at Joel, how she desired him in front of everyone and didn't even bother hiding it, you hated how other women did the same, staring and glancing down at your man, to the point it made you so upset you felt empty for a while

• so the rest of dinner was awkward, as you were pretty much on autopilot, barely replying to Joel's questions and words and only focusing on your food and nothing else; you didn't know why it made you feel like that, but it did and it was so odd as if you were trying to push him away

• Joel knew something was up, you were pretty much ignoring him and pretending he wasn't at the table with you, and that hurt and annoyed him, however, he knew he couldn't get any information from you, so he waited until dinner was over

• then, you both went back to his place, you were still silent for most of the time and monosyllabic towards him, even when he placed his hand on your knee and went up a little much to your thigh, you didn't react very much

• once you both got inside, he didn't wait before gripping your waist and pressing you against the wall, seeing you couldn't resist him, as you kissed him back, claiming him as yours as your hands began unbuttoning his shirt, wanting to undress him once for all

• until he held your hands in place and made you stop: he wasn't going to do anything if you didn't tell him what the heck was going on and you knew he meant business, so you sighed and looked down, feeling embarrassed and ashamed of your feelings, but you decided to open up

• you told him about your insecurities, about how you thought he wasn't going to take you seriously because you were sure some day he'd find a better woman for himself, how you feared losing him, and how you hated Tess and the way she behaved towards him all the time

• and Joel's eyes went so soft, the way he was caught off guard by your confession but immediately understood what was up with you and he felt relieved to know you were just insecure, relieved to see the problem wasn't him, that it wasn't because you didn't love him anymore or because you didn't want to be with him, but rather because you were afraid of losing him

• and at that, he knew he had to do something and come forward and tell you his feelings and let you know how he felt

"that's madness, honey... I love you and I'd never want another woman, you are mine, I ain't never giving you up, one day you'll be my wife, mark my words"

• he whispered against your lips, reassuring you of his feelings, nothing could come between you, not after you both came clean about your feelings, seeing you loved each other 💕

____

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller headcanon #joel miller headcanons

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

If Anyone Falls

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~6.7k

Summary: Wanda takes you on a very special date

A/N: This is the first time fic! The actual first time fic, so 18+ y'all! I CONTINUE TO BLOCK AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS, SO BEWARE.! (capitalized because people seem to still miss this part). This takes place before 'Broke'. For my fellow Stevie Nicks stans❤️. This took a ridiculously long time for me to finish...HERE IT IS

Warnings: fluff, smut, and angst

Wanda takes another deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. Her hands are sweaty and she’s near panicking as she second-guesses her decision to take you here on a date. She knew how much you loved the artist that this particular club was spotlighting tonight, but now she was afraid that she’d been too over the top. This was your 8th date and the others had been fun, but not nearly as personalized as this one. Well you did take Wanda to one of her favorite spots in town and gotten her food from her favorite restaurant for a picnic. So personalized wasn’t exactly the right word. Wanda was just scared that she was coming on too strong with this one.

She knew that you liked her a lot given how much you two talked. She made time for you as much as possible during the day, and you did the same for her. You were understanding when she couldn’t see you at night, or if she had to change plans last minute. You tolerated a minimal amount of information about her work, but Wanda couldn’t help but fear that this wouldn't last long. She takes another deep breath before shaking her head with a groan. She was overthinking things. She just wanted you to have a good time tonight, and she knows that seeing you happy will make it all worth it.

“Wands?”

Your voice startles her out of her mini panic and she turns as you grab her hand with a smile. You’re a little worried because Wanda had seemed so relaxed when she’d picked you up for a date tonight. She was excited to surprise you and you’d found it adorable. However, as she pulled into the parking lot of a club you don’t recognize, she’d started to look tense and she hadn’t even turned the car off yet.

“Are you okay?”

When you squeeze her hand, she can’t help but smile and nod despite still being a little nervous. She confirms that she’d actually put the car in park before she turns it off and sighs again.

“Yes, sorry. I’m just a little nervous.”

You can’t help but smile at how cute this is because despite this being maybe your tenth date, Wanda was still anxious about it. You wondered what she had up her sleeve tonight because she wouldn’t tell you much more than that she wanted to take you some place nice. This was most of the time, but you knew that she meant something else, and when she’d insisted it was a surprise you got excited. Now you see that Wanda’s beginning to second guess herself so you do your best to reassure her that everything will be fine.

“Wands, you don’t have to be nervous. I’m sure I’ll love it here! After all, I’m getting to spend time with you, so it can’t be bad.”

Your smile widens as you notice one creep onto Wanda’s face, and you get unbuckled before shooting your girlfriend a curious look. She just nods before trying to get out of the car without taking off her seatbelt and you stifle a laugh as you do it for her so she can leave. She blushes but you don’t give her time to feel embarrassed as you come around to her side of the car. You take her arm with a smile and lead her to the doors of the club. You can faintly hear music through the walls, but you can’t tell what kind it is until Wanda opens the door for you. You smile gratefully and it widens as soon as you’re hit with the familiar tune.

“Oh, I love this song!”

Wanda feels her nerves start to fade when she sees how your face lights up at the song she’s only caught you listening to a dozen times. After being waved inside without having to pay you’re a little confused, but as you arrive to the main room of the club your jaw drops in surprise. The entire room is decorated in a way that made you feel like you were walking into the woods. It was done in a way that wasn’t typical for a place that ‘decorated’ for various events. The plants were mostly real from what you could tell, and everything was so well done that you almost immediately knew who had a hand in it.

You turn to Wanda who’s watching you carefully for your reaction to what she’d had planned for you. Well, the night in itself was the club’s idea. They had an artist themed night every month, but when she’d realized who was being featured this month, she jumped on the opportunity to make it even more memorable for you. She’d called them and then had to show up in person to prove that she wasn’t pranking them about wanting to help decorate the club for the night. It had just opened and they weren’t really able to spend that type of capital on something like decorations. Wanda had paid an obscene amount of money to make this happen, but seeing how enthralled you look, she realizes it was worth it.

“D-did you do this, Wands?”

When the music gets a little louder as the patrons who are already here start to literally move through the trees, you can’t help but smile widely. Wanda is blushing a little but she nods before mentioning why she’d gone to all of this trouble for you.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like to spend a night dancing to one of your favorites.”

Wanda barely finishes her sentence before you’re kissing her deeply. You don’t notice the crowd of people that flood in to join you, and you just hold Wanda closely as you try and comprehend what she’s said. Did she really bring you to a club where she’d paid an extraordinary amount of money to get them to commit to tonight’s theme? You were touched and if you weren’t so excited to enjoy the night, you’d just stand here and kiss Wanda all night.

“Wands, that’s so sweet. Thank you so much.”

The brunette smiles widely at you before she lets you lead her closer to where everyone else is dancing. The lights have been dimmed at this point to match the mood, but it’s light enough for Wanda to see your gleeful look.

When the song changes to another one of your favorites, and the lights switch to a dark purple you shoot Wanda a curious look. You squeeze her hand with an excited smile as you start to bounce up and down in anticipation.

“Did you happen to pick out some of the songs too?”

You knew that Wanda was an observant girlfriend, and it would be near impossible for her not to notice how much you listened to music. It was always playing in the background of your apartment when she came over, and she always asked about what you were listening to. She honestly didn’t have a lot of free time to listen to music, but a lot of what you listened to was older and she recognized most of it. However, she remembers the time that she walked into your apartment one night and this song had been playing. She’d certainly heard it before, but she didn’t know who sang it. You probably should have freaked out when your girlfriend admitted to not knowing who Stevie Nicks was, but instead you’d sat her down on the couch and introduced her to no fewer than your 6 favorite songs by her. It was this night that Wanda remembered when she heard about this club’s event tonight.

Wanda offers you a smirk and you barely let her finish speaking before you’re kissing it off her lips.

“Maybe.”

You and Wanda spend the next hour and a half dancing and enjoying getting to unwind together for the first time in a couple of weeks. You were still trying to process the fact that Wanda had gone to so much trouble for you, and done everything she could for tonight just to make you happy. You’re on cloud nine by the time the club is bathed in a light blue glow, and you sigh as you hold Wanda tighter. The song that comes on is one that you’d been listening to a lot lately, and you hadn’t really allowed yourself to think about why. As you stand in this club though surrounded by dozens of other people, all doing different things, the only person you really see is Wanda. You smile as the music echoes around you making you sigh happily.

Somewhere in the twilight dream time, somewhere in the back of your mind

“This is perfect, Wands. Thank you for doing all of this.”

Wanda’s smiling as she moves her hands down to your hips as yours sneak from her shoulders up to around her neck. You lean in to kiss the brunette deeply one hand sliding up to her cheek as you two continue to sway back forth to the music. Wanda’s nerves from earlier tonight have dissipated and she’s so close to feeling completely relaxed with you here despite the many strangers that surround them. Neither of you have had anything to drink, and Wanda’s made a decision to avoid alcohol tonight so she can be as clear minded as possible for your special night.

“Of course, detka. I’m glad you like it.”

As the song continues you lean in close to the brunette and rest your head on her shoulder with a sigh. You turn your face into her hair as she just holds you against her and you listen to words that you’ve played over and over in the past few weeks.

Never seen anything like you. If anyone falls in love…

You close your eyes and just breathe in the smell of Wanda’s shampoo as you try to commit this night to your memory. You’re beyond grateful to have found someone as thoughtful and loving as Wanda. The word hadn’t been said yet, but tonight is just another reminder to you that you are definitely falling in love with the woman holding you in her arms. Wanda’s thinking something similar as she holds you close until the song ends and quickly switches to the next. She’d be happy to just hold you like this for the rest of the night, but with the first notes of the new song you’re quickly standing up straight and near squealing in excitement.

“Oh, I love this one! This version is amazing.”

Wanda laughs at how cute you are and she is glad that she secretly looked through your phone to make sure she picked the right songs. She watches you start to dance as the song picks up, and she’d be happy to just watch you have fun, but instead you’re reaching back out for her to bring her closer to the rest of the crowd. You find yourself in the middle of some of the trees that Wanda had made sure would be planted somewhere after tonight, and you start to sing along.

Well would you stay if she promised to you heaven? Would you even try?

Wanda knew this song from the many times she’s heard you blasting it through your headphones while studying. She’d always try to get you to take them out and just play the music out loud so you don’t ruin your hearing. You’d appease her but still listen to it loudly enough that you still feel it rattle through your brain.

“Dance with me?”

Wanda couldn’t have said no even if she wanted to. The hopeful look on your face and the fact that you could barely contain your excitement as the song continues. She follows obediently and suddenly you’re in the middle of a crowd of people dancing and singing along. She barely hears any of the music, she zones out as she focuses on you as you dance through the next few songs. Wanda briefly looks around but her gaze falls back to you quickly because she can barely tear her eyes away from you. You look so beautiful and your bright smile makes Wanda’s stomach do flips.

A few songs later you realize how much time has passed since you got here. The club was full now and you were still having a great time, but the longer you held Wanda close to you, the more you wanted to get her alone. You were so happy with how tonight’s gone and you could tell Wanda was enjoying just watching you have fun, but you wanted something else from tonight. You check your watch again and realize it’s been over two hours since you got here. You don’t know if Wanda had anything else planned for tonight, not that this wasn’t plenty, but you figure you should ask before you tell her what’s on your mind.

“Are we going home after this?”

Wanda smiles at your question before she nods in confirmation. She hadn’t planned anything else for tonight since you’d already eaten dinner before coming here. She just hoped that this was enough for you. The sense of dread she feels is luckily fleeting as you smile widely at her before nodding toward the exit.

“Yes, detka. Whenever you want.”

You kiss your girlfriend as you take her hands from your hips to hold them in front of you with a smile. You hope she’s not offended by your increasing desire to leave, but when she just shoots you a smirk you realize she’s as excited as you are.

“Well tonight’s been one of the best I’ve ever had, but I would really like to get you home now.”

Wanda hides her blush with a smile and she nods before allowing you to lead her to the exit. Wanda shoots the bouncer a look as they leave that she hopes translates to ‘I’ll be in touch’ before walking out into the cool night air with you.

“This really was amazing, Wands.”

You hold Wanda’s arm tightly as you walk across the parking lot to her car with a wide, dopey smile on your face. Wanda turns and smiles at the sight before she opens the passenger door for you. She reminders herself that she needs to drive the speed limit because with her luck she’d get a ticket if she tried to get you two back to your place quickly.

“I’m glad you liked it. You deserved something special.”

Wanda says this as she gets settled in her own seat and you quickly grab her hand before kissing it. She starts the car and quickly gets you on the road as she considers what the rest of the night will hold.

“You are special, Wands, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

The rest of the ride back to your apartment is made in relative silence. You don’t even bother turning on music because the lyrics of all of the songs you’ve heard tonight are still playing in your head. You unlock your apartment door before holding it open for Wanda to go in first. You lock it behind her before sighing happily now that you’re home. Now that you’re away from the club you feel your adrenaline fading, but you still smile as you lead Wanda toward the living room.

“Do you want to watch something?”

Wanda nods and you both sit down on the couch with matching smiles to watch something you already know you won’t pay much attention to. You’re distracted by your desire to be near your beautiful, considerate girlfriend. You let her chose the show and you don’t hesitate to snuggle up beside Wanda as soon as she’s settled. When she leans against you, she wraps an arm around you before basically pulling you into her lap. You yelp in surprise but you don’t protest your new seat as you lean in to kiss Wanda’s cheek. Her arms wrap around you to hold you close as she sighs happily and kisses your temple.

“I love spending time with you, detka.”

Your face is starting to ache from how much you’ve been smiling tonight, but you wouldn’t change anything about it. You’re thinking about how you wholeheartedly agree with Wanda. Since you met her, you felt like you finally had something to occupy your mind other than school. You didn’t realize that you missed having a close relationship with someone, and you’re thankful every day that you ran into that door and attracted Wanda’s attention. You didn’t know you could enjoy someone’s company so much until Wanda came into your life, and the thought of her not being in your life long-term makes you frown. You aren’t ready to say it, but you know that you’re in this for as long as Wanda will have you.

“I hope you know…you’re the only person whose company I could never get sick of.”

Wanda laughs at this despite it being the highest compliment possible coming from an introvert. She lets you spin in her hold until you’re face to face, and she’s smiling by the time that you lean in to kiss her. It starts out chaste but it quickly becomes heated as you two get lost in the feeling of being close like this. You’re a little tired from the time you spent dancing at the club, but you feel your body start to buzz excitedly as Wanda’s hands drift to your hips.

You groan under your breath and sneak your arms around Wanda’s neck to pull her closer. You feel your heart start to race once she’s flush against you, and you shift in her lap. Wanda’s breath hitches and her hold on you tightens before she forces herself to pull away from you.

She wants nothing more than to take you to your bedroom and have you in any way you let her, but she can’t. Not yet. She wants to make sure that you know how much you mean to her. You’ve been together for a while and despite getting to this point before, you always stop once someone ends up on the other’s lap, tonight she wants to go farther. She could tell that you do as well, but something in her made her feel obliged to tell you that you didn’t have to.

You frown when Wanda pulls away, and you’re about to complain when you see her expression. She seems nervous which you understand and can share the sentiment, but you realize you’re wrong about why once Wanda speaks up.

“We don’t have to do this tonight, Y/n.”

Your frown deepens as you consider why Wanda would say this. Does she not want to have sex with you? No. That can’t be right. The looks she’s shot you up until now told you that she definitely did. Was she just getting cold feet? Your obvious confusion is enough for Wanda to realize she needs to elaborate, and she clears her throat before dropping her hands from your hips to her sides.

“I just mean I don’t want you to feel obligated. I-um, I didn’t do all of this tonight just to get you in bed.”

Realization makes your frown disappear and you smile softly as you reach out for Wanda’s hands that are fidgeting from the brunette’s nerves. You wait until Wanda meets your gaze and you lean in to kiss her chastely before you shake your head.

“The thought never crossed my mind, Wands. You’re far too sweet.”

Wanda’s not sure if she’d ever use that word to describe herself. Given what she did day in and day out for work, she didn’t feel like she was a sweet person. She could be cruel and cold when she needed to be, but never with you. You were different. Her relationship with you was different, and Wanda thought of you as her saving grace. You gave her a life outside of her work, and she was finally able to see what she had been missing for years.

Wanda looks away embarrassed by your words, but you simply reach out to turn her back toward you with a kind smile. Despite how much you’d like to do otherwise, you want to give Wanda the opportunity to opt out. As she’d done for you.

“If you don’t want to do this, just say the word. We can do anything else.”

Wanda is quick to shake her head, and you have to stop your smile from widening at her enthusiasm. You shift again so you're more comfortable, and her grip tightens on your hips once again.

“No, I do. I-I’ve wanted to for a while.”

Wanda’s cheeks flush at her words and you can’t help but find it adorable. You groan under your breath before you lean in to kiss Wanda’s hair. You take a deep breath and try to figure out what to do now that you both have expressed your desire to go further. Your clothes suddenly feel tight and an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach makes you sit up.

“Me too. Do you want to take this somewhere else?”

Wanda watches as you stand up and she takes a couple of seconds to just admire how beautiful you look before she’s nodding in agreement. She stands up and takes your offered hand before following your lead. She can’t help but think about how sweaty her hand is in yours, but you don’t give it another thought as you drag Wanda through your bedroom door before shutting it behind her.

It’s dark and you only consider turning on the lights for a few seconds before you lead Wanda to your bed. You’re a little nervous about this and you’d rather Wanda not see it as you pull her toward you. As your eyes adjust to the darkness you kiss Wanda’s cheek before finding her lips with a sigh. Your hands go to her shoulders to push the jacket she’s wearing off and onto the floor. She realizes that if you go further you might feel where her gun is hidden on her, so she reaches out to gently push you onto the bed. You don’t think much of it even as you hear something click and fall to the ground because Wanda’s keeping you distracted. She kisses you one last time before she squeezes your hips and shoots you a look you probably can’t see.

“Can I take this off?”

You feel her tugging on the hem of your shirt, and you just smile before nodding in response. Your nerves are starting to make you fidget, but Wanda doesn’t notice as she hesitates to undress you. She can feel her own anticipation telling her to get right to it, but her desire to take her time and treat you right forces her to slow down. She leans in to kiss your heated cheek before speaking up.

“I can’t really see you, detka, so I need you to use your words, okay?”

You feel your face flush further at her request, but you’re nodding quickly before forcing yourself to speak. You cringe at how on edge you sound, and Wanda unfortunately doesn’t miss this.

“O-okay.”

Wanda frowns slightly and she drops her hands onto the bed so she can take a deep breath and give you a second to focus on her. She considers turning on a light so she can see your face, but then she couldn’t just turn it off after without it seeming strange. She decides to do her best to keep you comfortable as she tries to get the green light to go ahead.

“Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want, Y/n. If you want to stop, just say so.”

You feel your heart stutter in your chest at Wanda’s words, and you can’t stop yourself from reaching out for her. Your hands cup her cheeks and you pull her toward you. You kiss her once before taking a moment to admire your beautiful girlfriend. This close to you, you can see her bright eyes watching you as you smile lovingly at her. You said it earlier, but you truly do believe that Wanda is such a sweetheart. She’s so thoughtful and she treats you so much better than anyone else you’d dated.

“I will, I promise.”

You shift on the bed so you’re closer to the middle, but you keep your hands on Wanda as you shoot her a challenging look.

“Will you come over here, please?”

Wanda doesn’t hesitate to follow you and she’s kissing you again as you lean back and bring her with you. When you’d thought about your bed earlier tonight, you’d been certain that you would pass out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Now that you’re here though, and you have Wanda’s weight on top of you, the last thing you want to do is sleep. Your hands fall to Wanda’s hips as you shift her so she’s straddling you. You smile when you feel her groan as your hands slide down her thighs. You’ve been this close before. You cuddle all the time whether it’s on the couch watching tv, or in bed during one of your rare sleepovers.

You always have to stop yourself from taking liberties and feeling the brunette’s toned stomach that you’ve only had the privilege of sleeping on a couple of times. Now, though, you have to slow yourself down so you don’t overwhelm her with your need to feel every part of her. You sigh as push away your inner teenage boy and stop your hands before they’re under her dress.

“Can this come off?”

When she tells you yes, you’re quick to remove her dress and you let her take your shirt off as well. You’re left in your bra and the shorts that you’d been too lazy to remove. You still Wanda against your hips and you hold back a groan when her breath hitches and her legs tense. The thought of what you’d like to do to her makes you groan against her skin as you kiss her shoulder. She releases a breathy sigh and her head falls back as she rocks her hips against you. She’d like for you to get on with it, but your time together has taught her that you are a huge tease.

She’s still always surprised by the fact that you can be so shy and uncertain one minute, and crazy confident the next. She’s seen you get more comfortable with her over the months you’ve spent together, and she honestly should have guessed that you’d be confident here and now. She doesn’t think about how many people you’ve slept with because that doesn’t matter to her right now. She only cares about what you’re going to do now that you have her almost completely naked on top of you.

“I’d really like to touch you now, Wands. Is that okay?”

Wanda nods quickly and she mutters a ‘yes, please’ under her breath that makes you smile. You have plenty of ideas of what you’d like to do, but you want Wanda to enjoy this as much as possible. You want to make your first time together as special as possible.

“What do you want, Wands?”

She’s breathing heavily as she takes a moment to still herself on top of your hips so she can answer you. You smile when she tells you what she wants you to do, and you gently roll her onto her back so you can get her in position.

You had thought a lot about how this night would go. You were afraid that you would do something wrong, or that Wanda would ask you to do something that you weren’t comfortable with. You hadn’t expected that you’d get to do exactly what you wanted. You’d only dreamt of spending hours learning Wanda’s body, what she liked and what she loved, but you hadn’t dared to hope that you would get the chance to do this on your first night together.

When Wanda’s exhausted and trying to catch her breath, she realizes that all of the attention has been on her. She couldn’t pretend that she didn’t love it, but she was dying for a chance to get to touch you. The only problem was that she couldn’t get her body to cooperate. She moans as your hand falls to her stomach and then lower before she forces herself to turn toward you. She buries her face in your neck before shaking her head with a groan.

“No more, I can’t.”

You pout but you don’t hesitate to drop your hand back to your side. Your body is still buzzing with unspent energy, but you are just going to have to sleep it off since Wanda’s done. You suppose you went a little overboard, and you nearly cringe as you look at the time. It’s 3 in the morning and you’re very lucky that it’s the weekend. You look back to Wanda who’s started to shift beside you, and you wrap an arm around her with a frown.

“Are you okay?”

The quiet concern she hears in your voice makes her smile, and it gives her the energy she needs to sit up on her elbows. She pushes her hair out of her face before leaning in to kiss you deeply. Your lips are swollen and a little numb at this point, but you don’t hesitate to kiss Wanda back as she starts to shift so one of her legs is slotted between yours.

She breaks away from your lips just long enough to shoot you a knowing look. She can feel her exhaustion start to take a back seat to the excitement of getting to taste the arousal she can feel against her leg.

“You haven’t come yet.”

You shake your head before opening your mouth to deny this because you actually had. Earlier when Wanda had been riding your fingers on your lap, you’d come only a few moments after her. You plan on telling her this, but she cuts you off when she presses her knee between your legs causing you to jump in surprise. You bite your lip to stop from moaning and Wanda just reaches out to free it before kissing your chin and then cheek. You find your voice, barely and try to shake your head before clearing your throat.

“It’s okay, Wands. I-.”

You hiss under your breath when Wanda bites your ear which shuts you up pretty quickly. She runs her hands down your neck before they stop on your shoulders to pin you down. That said, you’re sure the look that she shoots you would be enough to do that.

“Will you let me change that? I really want to taste you.”

You’ll look back on this moment years from now and cite it as the first time that you realize that you’re a total goner for this woman. You would give her anything she asks, and yes you would probably commit a crime if she wanted you to. You moan when Wanda immediately meets your lips in another kiss as her hands begin to wander more insistently. As soon as you feel her fingers at your inner thigh, you realize that you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.

Wanda’s somehow still awake at 7am, but you’d fallen asleep about an hour ago and she decided to let you sleep. The sun would be coming up soon and now that she’s showered and started on the coffee that she’s certain you’ll both need she’s spent some time reflecting on how last night (and this morning) had gone.

She’d been relieved when you walked into the club and immediately smiled widely at the sight . When you’d thanked her for giving her a very special night, she felt a weight lift off her shoulder, and she was practically floating by the time you arrived back at your place.

She’d spent almost $20,000 last night to make sure that you would have a good time, and she can honestly say that it was money well spent. She’d admitted to herself weeks ago that she was falling in love with you, but she wasn’t going to tell you that first, if at all. She was too worried about her job scaring you away as soon as she was forced to tell you about it, so she wouldn’t risk heartbreak by telling you her feelings. It was probably silly, but she couldn’t help it.

Last night had been an attempt to show you how much she loved you without having to say it. She’s not sure if you got the message, but then last night you’d spent hours pleasing her before you let her reciprocate. She had seen how eager you’d been, and how much you’d liked touching her, and she just hoped that it was because you felt the same.

She sipped her coffee with a sigh as she took a moment to try and relax. The room still smells like sex and Wanda thinks about going to the living room, but she wants you to see her when you wake up.  She looks to where you’re hugging your pillow and she can’t help but smile at the sight. You��re tuckered out, but that doesn’t stop you from holding something in your arms. She learned fairly quickly that you could only sleep soundly if you were hugging something. It was adorable, as was the blush she caused when she brought this up to you one time. She finishes her coffee before she dares to look at her phone.

She’d told her brother that she would be busy this weekend and wouldn’t be available for work. Of course he’d asked what she would be doing, but she gave him some bullshit answer that kept her secret for another weekend. She felt guilty about hiding your existence from most of her family. She just didn’t want things to get complicated before she was ready. She was sure that this was going to bite her in the ass, but for now she just wanted to enjoy her time with you.

“Ugh, what time is it?”

Wanda’s surprised to hear your voice, but she still smiles at you before reaching out to fix your mussed hair.

“A little after 7.”

You groan loudly in response before you burrow further under the covers and into your pillow. Wanda just laughs in amusement before she offers to get you some coffee. She honestly wouldn’t be surprised if you slept more, but instead you stretch before stifling a yawn.

“Do you want some coffee?”

That’s what the smell was. When you first woke up your senses were filled with the smells of your pillow which were a mix of sweat, your shampoo, and the expensive dryer beads that you’d splurged on last month. You had wanted to stay asleep with your face hidden in this pillow until you remembered how you’d spent your night.

You were still a little surprised that last night had gone the way it did. You’d half expected to wake up to an empty bed, and empty apartment only to realize that you’d had a very vivid dream. You’re glad to see Wanda drinking coffee when you crack an eye open, and you smile despite the fact your exhausted body is demanding sleep.

“Maybe later. How long have you been up?”

You are slow to sit up and you stifle a groan at your sore muscles before deciding that you might need to take something. You’re so sore it’s a little embarrassing.

Wanda shrugs as she mentions that she’d just been up for an hour or so. She made some coffee before coming back here and showering and then getting more coffee. She didn’t mention how she’d retrieved her gun and hidden it in her bag so you wouldn’t see it, or how she’d checked in with Steve to make sure that nothing had come up while she was gone. She hoped that you wanted to spend most of the day in your apartment because the simple walk to the kitchen had caused Wanda’s sore muscles to protest.

“Just long enough to shower and make some coffee.”

You hum in acknowledgement as you move a little closer to Wanda and confirm that she smells like your shampoo. You lean against her a little before deciding that you can spend the rest of the day in this bed with her. Just so long as you get to shower too, and some food, and clean sheets. Okay so maybe you’ll just hang out in the apartment all day.

“Hmm I can tell, you smell nice.”

Wanda laughs at this and you just curl into her side with a yawn as you close your eyes. You smile as an arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer.

“I still can’t believe you did all of that for me last night. My favorite date by far.”

Wanda can’t stop herself from smiling proudly at this. She’s glad you had a good time, and she hopes that the night would be a memorable one. She blushes slightly at the thought that it definitely was, and you’re looking right at her, so you don’t miss it.

“I’m glad you had fun, detka. I could get used to spoiling you.”

You smile widely at the thought before you kiss your girlfriend’s cheek as you squeeze her hand. You definitely could get used to being spoiled, but you honestly hadn’t had a bad date with Wanda yet. Even when that drive in movie had been rained out, you’d just ended up sitting in your car talking and cuddling for hours. It was perfect and you realized then and there you could be happy with Wanda anywhere. You just needed her.

This thought overwhelms you a bit and you don’t realize you’re crying until Wanda shifts and shoots you a concerned look.

“Are you okay, Y/n?”

You wipe away your tears with a frustrated sigh before nodding unconvincingly. You’re embarrassed and you look away from Wanda and toward the curtains that were still drawn but letting the early morning sun peek through.

“Sorry I’m fine I just—no one’s ever treated me as well as you do, and it’s a little overwhelming.”

You pause as you think back to last night and how demanding you’d been, and you immediately felt guilty about not being nearly as considerate as your girlfriend.

“I’m sorry if I went to far, or made you uncomfortable last night. I just…”

You trail off because you’re not going to admit how long you’ve wanted to sleep with Wanda so early in the morning. You are grateful when she speaks up quicky, but you miss the confused and slightly concerned look she gives you as she reaches out for you.

“Hey, detka. Can you look at me, please?”

You do so immediately and you feel even more guilty when you see how worried Wanda looks. You shift uncomfortably but manage to hold her gaze as she furrows her brows in confusion.

“I wanted everything that happened last night, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She offers you a smirk and you’re quickly blushing when she adds something that sends your mind reeling back to the wee hours where you’d been mostly driven by your lust.

“In fact, you did everything right. It was the best night I’ve ever had.”

You try to hide your smile by looking down at your joined hands in Wanda’s lap. You’re so happy that Wanda feels this way because every other one of your first times had been somewhat awkward. If you weren’t drunk during it, you didn’t have a great time, or it was only a one-night stand which always left you feeling lonely afterward.

“I’m glad, Wands. I’m hoping to have many more nights…well not exactly like that, but with you. That’s all I really want.”

When Wanda just smiles before kissing you chastely you feel overwhelmed by your feelings again. You don’t cry this time, but you smile widely as you wonder how long this happy feeling will last. Wanda’s thoughts are similar as she tries not to think about her time with you ending. She can’t remember the last time she’s been this happy, and she just hopes that it lasts forever.

“Right back at you, detka.”

Masterlist

#wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #silver spring au drabble #silver springs #silver springs drabble #mob au

[beansprean]

Nandor and Alexithymia

Ok so this is an attempt to organize a mess of thoughts I’ve been mulling over recently; appreciate anybody who reads the whole thing lol. My “he’s just like me fr” nandor dissertation.

So first things first - alexithymia is a symptom/trait that tends to appear for a lot of neurodivergent people, including myself, as well as those affected by emotional neglect/abuse or other related traumas. It involves "difficulties in identifying, describing, and processing one’s own feelings, often marked by a lack of understanding of the feelings of others, and difficulty distinguishing between feelings and the bodily sensations of emotional arousal" (livingautism.com). For me, though I’m decently good at recognizing others’ emotional states when I’m paying attention, I have a lot of trouble categorizing my own. I have to rely on physical cues (am I smiling? Laughing? Crying? Is my heart beating fast?), mimicking others (if this happened to someone else, how would I expect them to feel? How do other people feel about this so I know what I’m feeling?), or past experience (this thing made me feel like this, so I must be feeling this now). The physical cues are less helpful than they sound, as the definition implies, because maybe my heart is pounding because I’m anxious, or excited, or I hate you, or I like you, or I’m afraid, or I just ran up some stairs. Maybe I’m crying because I’m sad. Or frustrated. Or angry. Or hungry? I literally cannot tell what my emotions are telling me most of the time, which makes communication and relationships extremely difficult to navigate. I don’t know if I enjoy talking to you. I don’t know if I enjoy this activity. I don’t know if I have a crush on you. Everything just feels like anxiety or apathy unless it’s already at 100%. One of the specific anxieties that I deal with in social situations as a result of this is not a fear that people won’t like me, but that I won’t like them. A new person approaches! They want to hang out/date! But oh no, I have no idea how I’m feeling about this person at this point. What if I don’t end up having fun? What if I dislike them and I don’t know why? What if they upset me and I don’t know why? How will I navigate breaking up with them? I’m consumed by the future possibility of being unable to interpret my emotional state and being unable to communicate or verbalize well enough to get out of the situation without acting like a jerk and hurting their feelings or ghosting them completely.

But this post isn’t just me ranting about my brokebrain, I wanna talk about NANDOR’S brokebrain. Some of you may be ahead of me.

Obviously we are all aware that Nandor is completely UNAWARE of his feelings a lot of the time; this is not news, I’m just pathologizing it lol. And not only does he have trouble expressing, identifying, and verbalizing his emotions or recognizing them in others, but...he's dead. He can't rely on physical reactions to help him out - his heart doesn't beat, his skin doesn't flush, he doesn't need to breathe, it's unclear if he can even shed tears! The past 700 years must have felt like endless apathy so much of the time - no wonder he gets depressed.

But it definitely makes sense to me that Nandor is affected by fairly severe alexithymia, and he would have trouble choosing between his wives or recalling the feelings he had for them or which one he really loved and what that felt like beyond just how unobtrusive their presence would be for his day to day routine. And at the same time it is clear to us that he wants nothing more than to hang with Guillermo and spend time with Guillermo and ensure he gives reasons for Guillermo to stick around - but he doesn't really recognize that himself. He becomes increasingly anxious and paranoid as his wedding to Marwa approaches, doesn't understand why he is so fixated on everything that could ruin it or stop it from happening, and projects those thoughts on everyone else around him. He assumes that everyone is conspiring to stop the wedding because he unknowingly wants people to give him reasons to back out. Guillermo confronts him with this, and Nandor can only verbalize that this is a big moment that is making him afraid. (Not to mention that he clearly was waiting for an objection from Guillermo which Guillermo consistently refused to give despite seemingly agreeing with Nadja's. And the whole expecting Guillermo to be jealous and confused/disappointed when he wasn't?? Honey.)

Yet, we also know from the "I like what he likes" wish that Nandor DOES want this wedding to happen. He wants to be married, he wants steady companionship, he wants to tie himself to someone and say "look, look, someone loves me! I am never alone!" Yet immediately after the wedding he balks at turning her and making the marriage "eternal". He is already bored of what he has turned her into and confused why he isn't enjoying the company of someone who will stay by his side and never argue or disagree with him or expect an emotional intimacy from him he can't give. Isn't that what he wanted? Why didn't this fix him? Why is everything still so dull?

(slight tangent on the "I like what he likes" wish honestly what a fuckin DREAM I wish I had a second person who could project my emotions/preferences for me so I could recognize them... I wish they had played around with that for a few more episodes, the comedic potential alone has sustained me for so long...)

He sees Guillermo and Freddie, feels Something, but doesn’t understand what. Discomfort? Longing? Anxiety? Lots of options we as an audience can assume or interpret, but I think we can all agree it's more complicated than just Nandor falling in love at first sight as he assumes. Nandor DOES experience passing infatuations fairly frequently - an intense blaze of emotion he interprets as love and obsesses over, pushing quickly for commitment because he believes that tying himself to someone will solidify those feelings forever. He has to act quick before they fade!

So back to Freddie, Nandor is: 1. Confused by Freddie's presence and unusually pushy about following them around and getting details about their relationship, 2. Genuinely charmed by Freddie's loser white boy swag and interest in artefacts from his home country, 3. Kept up all night by thoughts about Freddie, and 4. Able to recognize that outright stealing him would be a bad move because it would probably make Guillermo upset. Round of applause for #4, good job Nandy.

But, like with the wedding, is he just projecting? Assuming? He knows he feels something strong - an intense blaze of emotion and obsession he associates with his past relationships - and he comes to the conclusion that being with Freddie is what will finally make him happy. Might he actually be feeling misplaced jealousy because he's in love with Guillermo? Or because he sees Guillermo happy in a relationship for the first time and wants that feeling for himself? Or subconsciously sees this as another way to tie Guillermo to him and ensure he can't have a life outside of Nandor? All of these are valid. Nandor certainly doesn't know.

The last point I want to make in this messy ramble of a post is this: what if, in addition to worrying that turning Guillermo into a vampire will set him free from any bonds or obligations to Nandor and he will leave, Nandor is worried HE won't like Guillermo anymore if he is a vampire? And then what?? People change when they...change. He did.

#wwdits #nandermo #nandor the relentless #wwdits speculation #wwdits meta #alexithymia #not art

[littlebitsmile]

in flames [C.L.] | Chapter V

This is it, finally. With this chapter, we kick off the 2024 season and Emma takes part in her first official F1 race in Bahrain. I'm really excited about going forward with this, hopefully you are too.

Enjoy this chapter, breathe it in, feel it in your heart xx

story: in flames driver: Charles Leclerc [C.L.] trope: #haterstolovers summary: Always working three times as hard as everyone else, Emma does not intend to blow her chance of driving among the best of the best in her very first season in Formula 1. Concentrating on first and foremost getting ahead of her brother, she does not even notice that there are some people even in her own team who think she does not deserve this spot and would rather see her fail. And one driver in particular seems to have a need of always reminding her of that.

────ʚ C H A P T E R V ɞ────

"How exactly does this work here?" I ask, while two screens of light shine directly into my face and three or four cameras are pointed at me. A makeup artist is just powdering the last of the anxious sweat on my forehead dry, and a young man is sitting opposite me with a script in his hand. Probably the same one that was sent to me two weeks ago.

"You introduce yourself with your name, which team you drive for, and then I'll ask you a few questions. Easy cheesy lemon squeezy," he replies without looking up from his script.

I can't deny that I'm afraid of messing something up. I still regularly attend the social media training sessions run by Aston Martin's PR department, but Netflix's Drive to Survive team is probably in a whole different league. At least most of the drivers have already warned me about it.

Someone shouts "30 seconds," and suddenly the room empties. The lights are still blinding, and apart from the camera lenses and three-quarters of the interviewer's face, I can't really see much. Just a dark room, almost as if I were the suspect in a murder case and was being questioned - creepy.

I'm handed a film flap with my name, my team, and "Take 1" written on it. I hold it up in front of me and wait for the interviewer's hand signal.

"Hi!" I wave at the camera. "My name is Emma Verstappen, I'm turning 21 this year, and I'm driving for Aston Martin as a rookie in my first Formula 1 season."

"Cut!" A little bit of shuffling around echoes through the room. "That's great, Emma. You're doing good!"

"Thanks, I'm trying my best. Do you need that again or...?" My voice goes up half an octave towards the end of the sentence, unintentionally.

"Ah, no, thanks! But you can answer a question for me directly! How does it feel to sit in this chair?"

"Honestly, like I've been accused." I laugh nervously into the camera. A montage of the last six seasons of the show plays in my mind's eye - almost as if my brain is warning me not to say the wrong thing or get emotional.

"Don't worry, the jury found not guilty. For now, at least." A brief pause as he flicks through his question pad and finally stops at a page. "Emma, when you think about the coming year, what do you feel?"

"You're not the first to ask me that, what do you think my answer will be?" I raise my eyebrows. After his interview, Max gave me the advice to be as detached as possible. Don't stir up drama. Don't take shots at other drivers. Then I take two breaths and continue: "This is a huge year, not only for me, but also for my team. Aston Martin has made a huge bet by putting me in one of their cockpits. But I have no intention of making them regret it."

"Completely understandable! Do you feel comfortable in your team? It was actually very surprising that you didn't end up with your brother's team, Oracle Red Bull Racing! Would you like to tell us briefly how that came about?"

"Well, you probably all know Max, and you don't know me, but let me tell you, even though I love him and he's my brother... we would need some more time to get acquainted with the feeling of being stuck in a team together. Our mom could tell you that as well - everywhere Max and I are involved, there is trouble to follow." I answer honestly. What I don't say is that Max didn't speak to me for a week and a half after I turned down Red Bull's offer to be a test driver for this season. That I had to explain to him almost every hour why the match with Fernando Alonso works better for me at the moment and that later, after I've proven myself, we can drive together until we're old and gray.

"Emma? Are you still there?" The interviewer waves his hand vigorously in front of my face. I apologize and ask him to repeat the question.

"As you know, some contracts are coming to an end this year, and that's why there are a few places with big teams that have been in high demand for years. With Lewis moving from Mercedes to Ferrari and some contracts expiring, for example, Sergio Perez at Red Bull - are you speculating on one of them?"

I have to think for a moment, do some soul-searching. Do I even want to join a big team? Is "Formula 1 World Champion" at the top of my list of dreams? Then I answer: "As a driver, every week you're fighting for your seat, especially this season. It's no longer about where I stand in the world rankings, but rather about the potential I bring with me. I am convinced that I will find my way - regardless of my brother, Red Bull, or anyone else. Where this path will ultimately take me... I don't think anyone really knows."

-

"Two more laps, Emma," Sarah orders over the team radio. She still doesn't speak much, but at least the radio communication works well. Will I ever have as much fun with her as I did with Enzo? Probably not.

"Copy."

I say copy, but what I really mean is I hate you. Forty-five laps under the desert sun of Bahrain, drops of sweat evaporating in my racesuit and making the fabric stick to my skin. I've been trying to suppress my thirst for half an eternity. At least the heat is now my only problem. During the first few test laps, I had to mentally remind myself several times that throwing up in a new car doesn't make a good impression - especially not on the official first day of work. That moment when you're standing at the end of the pit lane waiting to get the final go. In the first corners while hitting the brakes for the first time, my head got put back against the headrest, body compressed. It felt like my heart was going to give up at any moment.

Pre-season testing is the first chance to see if what my team spent the whole year designing is actually going to work. So far, the car feels great - a few comments here and there about oversteer, the right braking behavior, and the optimal line, but at least I'm not a total failure. At least, I hope I'm not.

Fernando has already completed laps in the three-digit range yesterday and this morning combined. I happen to be put in the same test window as Max. I didn't think long about whether this was perhaps intentional, so that we could compare ourselves better, but after the first few laps, the thought crept into my head and wouldn't let go.

As I return to the pit lane faster than expected and the engineering team pushes the car and me back into the garage, I realize that I'm still holding my breath. I take off the steering wheel, release the headrest, and squeeze out of the tight seat. A few mechanics murmur "Good job!" or pat me on the back, but no one says a word. I exhale. Then I look at the car again. Standing right in front of it while the green of the bodywork hits me - an indescribable feeling.

"You know I'm your biggest critic, but that was a good performance today. We can work with that," says Sarah as she comes to a halt next to me and compares graphs on her clipboard. She looks at me from the side, then glances at the car and back at me. "This is your car, you better believe it."

I laugh and nod. "Thank you, Sarah. I don't think that was such a bad practice. There's still plenty to do." As I start to speak, I take off my helmet, finally remove the hearing protection from my other ear, and walk towards my cabin in the back of the garage. Sarah is hot on my heels. "I feel like I have to turn the steering wheel a bit more on the right-hand bends... but maybe it's just because the right-hand bends are a bit faster than I originally thought. I don't feel the headwind as much as I did in the wind tunnel, you can really feel the aerodynamic adjustments on the sides straight away. Do you think I can do one or two laps, just running around the track tomorrow before the start of training? I feel like I don't have every corner completely under control yet and..."

"Emma," Sarah tries to interrupt me, but I keep talking. Unlike me, she is at a loss for words and never let me finish my thoughts during our first few weeks. But this is about our car, about the points, about moving forward and not standing still. I carry on talking impartially.

"...maybe I can have a quick word with Fernando tomorrow? I'd like the front end to be a little sharper, at the moment we still have a lot of leeway - only if it's okay with him."

"Emma."

"Hm?" Now I'm paying attention.

"You're in fifth place at the moment."

"Wow, I didn't think so. That's good news, isn't it?"

"Max is in P6," she says slowly, smiles and then leaves me standing alone in the corridor. My water bottle almost falls out of my hand. I turn around quickly and call after her.

"Hey! You can't just say something like that and then disappear," but she's already around the corner and isn't paying any more attention to me. Has she just smiled for the first time since I met her? And that makes me almost more nervous than the fact that I have beaten my brother for the first time.

-

I'm not that lucky over the next few days of pre-season testing. But the high from my first day of practice on the track carries me through the week like clouds, before we even get to the first three free practices. I stay in the top 10 during the practice sessions that are part of the race weekend, but I seem to have completely lost my groove in qualifying. Starting from 12th on the grid, neither I nor my team are particularly enthusiastic about my performance, and this contributes to the fact that I don't get much sleep the night before the actual race.

I also have to attend several photo shoots in between - not just from my own team but also the official ones. For the first time, I get placed in an all-male field of riders, which is why I am allowed to stand in the middle of the so-called "class of 2024"-picture this year. That is more than awkward for me, but in that respect I will probably have to get used to not being allowed to have a say. On this occasion, I also try to spend more time with my brother, firstly to get some first hand insider advice and secondly to get to know the people he gets on well with.

Carlos Sainz, who tried to persuade me at all costs to go and celebrate with the group before my first race - as a season opener – immediately melts my heart. When I thankfully declined, he laughed and told me not to worry so much - after all, the Verstappen gene is in me too. I didn't mention that I wasn't so sure about that. At the same time, I wish him all the luck in the world - after all, he is currently without a seat for 2025. Secretly, I hope that he achieves better results than Charles, but of course I'm not allowed to say that out loud.

I also have time for a game of paddle tennis with Max, Fernando, Lando Norris, and Daniel Ricciardo - none of them seem to care that I've never held a tennis racket in my life, let alone a paddle tennis racket. On the contrary, each of them patiently explains their way of playing to me, until at some point I'm sure that each of them has at least slipped me some false information so that I don't turn out to be a sudden natural talent.

Unfortunately, all these distractions have not helped to reduce the pressure. The pressure from my father, who follows every Instagram post with excitement and then asks me whether I can really afford to play paddle tennis with Max and whether he missed the fact that I already have a World Drivers' Champions title in my pocket, which would explain why I would think that some free time is something I am allowed to have. The pressure from my team, whose hopes are mainly pinned on Fernando, but a driver duo consists of two people and not everyone is convinced that this is the right place for me. So I continue to sleep uneasily.

-

Before the race starts, I march up and down in the garage with a pulse of just under 130. Outside, I see fans running past, taking their seats, while the structure of the course burns in a continuous loop in my mind. It feels like I remind myself every five minutes that I shouldn't pick at my fingernails and instead find my focus. Max wished me good luck as I left the hotel, and he meant it, but that's easy to say when you start from pole position and have literally nothing to loose.

I overhear Sarah being interviewed somewhere, but unfortunately, I can't quite make out who it is from the voice. The walls here are so thin that I can hear every little movement of the technicians on the car, so I'm not surprised that I overhear conversations that aren't really meant for my ears. Only the interviewer's question burns itself into my head: Do you think you put too much faith in someone who is still so young?

I immediately shake my head, grab my helmet and water bottle, and make my way to my car. There I high-five one or two mechanics and then squeeze into the seat of my car. The cable for the radio connection on my left shoulder is connected to the car, someone plugs in my steering wheel, and the crew slowly removes the heaters from the tires. I wrap my fingers around the steering wheel, squeeze harder, and then let go again. Sitting here feels right, just like the pedals under the soles of my feet and the muffled sounds that can’t quite reach my ears. I try to find my focus and go over the route again in my head. Too much faith in someone who is still so young. The colleague in front of my car gives me the signal to rev the engine and drive out of the garage. Then I'm pushed to the starting grid.

The next few minutes fly by. The impressions of the last few days, the ups and downs, the conversations with other drivers, but also the phone calls with my father and his criticism - everything is buzzing around in my head without having an outlet for it. My body is tense at every turn and I'm literally clutching the piece of metal between my hands. I keep counting to ten in my head and tell myself that everything will be fine, no matter where I end up today - at least that's what I try to tell myself.

The signal is given for the last call to leave the start area. I get some last looks before my team makes its way towards the pit lane.

"Let's go, Emma," says Sarah through the microphone. I nod, even though I'm aware that she can't see me. My brain empties completely during the warm-up lap. Quicker than I'd like, I'm back in my starting position and looking towards the traffic lights. I feel nothing, think nothing. This is the first race of the season and nothing has been won or lost yet. All the cards have been reshuffled and we can only really say how the cars will actually perform afterward. The first lights turn red. Red. Red. Red. Red. And then the lights go out, and my foot presses down on the gas pedal. This is the official start of the 2024 season.

────ʚ [Masterlist] [Chapter IV] [Chapter VI (in progress)] ɞ────

Tags: @cmleitora @alliwantisadonut

#f1 #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #charles leclerc #slow burn #f1 imagine #haters to lovers

[linawritestwst]

ooo, requests? dont mind if i do x) if i may, i'd like to request smth for this scenario with octavinelle(seperately), established relationship; its the dorm sorting ceremony and you are sorted into the same dorm as 'em! Once you are free to go, you run up to them and hug them because you're happy you'll get to stay close together <3 ideally fem reader but i'm okay with GN too, of course! i doubt you're surprised i requested fluff www feel free to add a boy of your choosing too if you'd like ofc

being sorted into octavinelle headcanons (fem!reader)

hehe, it's okay, there's nothing wrong with fluff <3 i hope you like these!

azul ashengrotto.

♡ it's your dorm sorting ceremony! finally! you're so excited, but a little bit nervous too, of course. and you're not gonna lie, you would love to end up in the same dorm as your boyfriend. though it is a little hard to imagine yourself as an octavinelle student. but hey, a girl can dream! you notice azul in the crowd and wave at him, smiling. he tries very hard to stay serious, but he just can't ignore you and he smiles right back at you and nods. you know that he also wants you to be sorted into his dorm, even if he doesn't talk much about it. no matter how much azul tries to hide it, he always misses you a lot and he feels extremely lonely when you're not around, even when he has tweels by his side.

♡ when it's your turn, you can feel azul looking at you even when you can't turn around and check it. you know that he's just as nervous as you. you can hear jade and floyd teasing him about how he looks even more anxious than you and you try really hard not to laugh. you take a deep breath and let the dark mirror make its decision. when it finally announces that you are now an octavinelle student, you immediately turn to azul and show him your brightest smile. it takes some time for azul to process what just happened, but when he realizes that now his beloved and precious girlfriend will be in the same dorm as him, he can't help but smile too.

♡ you're so happy, right after everything is over, you run to azul and hug him. this is so sudden for him, but you know well that he actually wanted you to do this. maybe you actually should kiss him- oh, okay, fine, mr.dorm leader, you can't do that in front of everyone, got it. but wouldn't it be nice to show everyone just how sweet and loving azul's girlfriend is? you know that azul actually wants everyone to see it. but oh well, guess you'll have to wait until the ceremony is over.

jade leech.

♡ you're a bit scared. what if you get sorted into your least favorite dorm? what if your dormmates won't like you or you won't like them? you also wish you could get sorted into the same dorm as your boyfriend. wouldn't it be so nice? hehe, you'll get to see each other and talk to each other every day.. of course, you're sure that you and jade would stay close even if you end up being in different dorms, but still.. it would be so much easier to just be in the same dorm as him.

♡ jade notices you looking nervous and walks up to you. it's okay, it's not your turn yet and he's sure that crowley won't mind. he helps you calm down and tells you that this dorm sorting ceremony is not as important as you think it is. sure, maybe you will end up in a different dorm, but it doesn't mean that jade will love you less or he will forget about you. he jokingly asks if you're afraid of him falling for one of the new octavinelle students and you make him take these words back while he just laughs though that thought does scare you a little. when it's almost your turn, jade tells you that everything is going to be fine and goes back to azul and floyd. you feel like he was about to kiss you on the cheek before leaving, but he either remembered that there's too many people.. or he's just playing with you again.

♡ when you're finally sorted into octavinelle, you forget about all your worries and run to jade, giving him the tightest hug that you could possibly give. you're just so happy, you hope that jade is just as happy as you. his face expression stays the same, but he hugs you back and you know that he's happy to welcome you into his dorm. ah, you should take your revenge, by the way. you kiss him right on the lips, not caring what others might think. congratulations, you've managed to surprise even someone like jade. it's not like he's against this though. floyd whines and says that you two will never stop being this gross now that you two are in the same dorm.

floyd leech.

♡ it's your dorm sorting ceremony, wow!! you really hope that the dark mirror will sort you into octavinelle, you want to be in the same dorm as your boyfriend so much.. also you're just afraid that floyd will break the dark mirror for sorting his girlfriend into a different dorm or something. you've already noticed him staring at it for quite a while. is he already planning something? you wonder if floyd can feel how nervous you are right now. what would he say to you in this situation? probably something like "you're gonna be fine, shrimpy, don't worry~"

♡ when it's your turn to be sorted, you turn around and see floyd looking right at you. when he notices you looking back at him, he smiles and it's very hard for him to control his excitement. his girlfriend is finally getting sorted!! it better be octavinelle. you walk to the dark mirror and pray that floyd doesn't get too sad or disappointed. of course, you know that you will still see each other often even if you get sent to a different dorm, but still, it would be so nice to see and talk to floyd anytime you want. you're sure he feels the same way.

♡ .. you're an octavinelle student now! you can exhale now. before you even do or say anything, floyd runs up to you and hugs you, making you both fall on the ground. you know that you should get up, you're not the last student to be sorted, but it feels so nice to just lie in floyd's arms like this. even if you two are lying on the floor right now and crowley is telling you to get up. come on, can't you get at least one cute moment with your boyfriend? oh well, now you know that your life in nrc will be full of cute moments like that.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

[blakeswritingimagines]

They overhear you saying you like them

Wednesday: It sounded alot better in your head when you said you needed to speak with Bianca about something, and granted you should've thought through the whole finally telling someone your crush on the goth girl out in the open but you weren't really thinking especially since the dark haired girl had occupied your thoughts more than you'd own up too. Leaning against a wall as you spoke about everything and asked how you should go about it looking any kind of advice you could realistically use all while not noticing the short girl was around the corner listening intently and knew she'd have to act cruel towards you so you could move on.

Enid: Knowing you shouldn't have been but you wanted an unbiased opinion, As you spoke with Wednesday about the feelings you held in high regard for Enid no matter how often the smaller girl stated she didn't care or that you should leave her alone she continued to be around when you opened your mouth to talk. Granted you should've known Wednesday wouldn't lie for you or get Enid to look the opposite way but you never thought Wednesday would make you talk as she planned out the time so Enid would come up around you two and listen to what you had said.

Xaiver: Extremely flattered and flustered, then would probably think about it for weeks on end to be honest. It would be really nice to know that you had such an interest in him to the point that you would crush on an idea of him in your head (if that makes sense) and even vent the end to get it out even if not to him at first. If he was attracted to you too, then he would try to pursue it to some extent. It would make him feel really good that he was appreciated in that way.

Rowan: You spoke to your best friend Ajax about your crush on Rowan and wondered how you should go about it telling him at least maybe you would, letting out a sigh as you listened to Ajax try to help you out but didn’t want to hear from one more person “Just tell him” since that was the last option you wanted to hear then looked up at your friend as he spoke but soon grinned seeing Rowan walk up behind you and made a quick motion for him to stay quiet as you kept talking.

Tyler: If he did overhear you saying you like him, his immediate reaction would probably be of surprise and confusion. Then, he would probably feel a combination of feelings, including excitement, pleasure, and embarrassment. He might also feel a little anxious, not wanting to disappoint you or feel pressured to reciprocate your feelings right away. But ultimately, he would be happy that you liked him and flattered by the fact that you were brave enough to say it out loud even if not to him when he first heard you liking him.

Ajax: Wouldn't be able to contain his excitement and would probably smile broadly and blush a lot from all that positive attention he just got to hear from your own mouth. His not afraid to show people that he likes you and would feel very flattered and excited that you felt the same way. He believes life is all about the good moments and positive connections so to know that someone felt the same way would be so encouraging for him.

Bianca: Walking towards the dorms with your friend Yoko who only sighed dramatically as she listened to you whine about your crush on the lady siren you've had your eye on since you've started Nevermore, rambling on and on as you got into your own head as Yoko only nodded along before smirking to herself as she saw Bianca then asked you what you thought of her only to listen to you say "She's magical not just because of her gift as a siren but every move she makes, How gorgeous she looks in any lighting dressed up or down on whatever she chooses to wear, How lost I can get in her eyes or do anything to see her bright smile" Yoko placed her hand down on your shoulder as you kept talking which made you look over at the grinning vamp only to see her motion her head to the side as you finally saw Bianca who had been listening to you practically spit out a love confession.

#wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #rowan laslow x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #tyler galpin x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #bianca barclay x reader #wednesday headcanons #wednesday hcs

[starrysnowdrop]

Okay like...I'm not a huge Hermes fan because of what happens later with him but..I can tell you are very excited about him and your stuff involving him and you're afraid no one will like or ask about it. I like to encourage people to chase what they love and inspires them so...

I am asking. Lay it on me! Give me all the Hermes stuff that makes you excited! (If you're comfortable doing it.) Headcannons, thoughts, um..I don't AO3 but if you have links to stories with him...whatever you want to share! Go for it!

First of all, can I give you the biggest virtual hug?!?

Thank you so much @pinxli for your kindness, your encouragement, and your support for us all here!! You are an amazing friend and I’m so grateful. 🥹💖

Onto your actual ask, which is just a chance for me to blab about Hermes for a bit, which I know will end up way too long, so I’ll put it under a cut.

So, I want to start by saying that you are absolutely right Inxli-mun in that it’s been difficult for me to talk about Hermes, for multiple reasons, but a big one is that so many in the fandom seem to hate him. I mean he is the one that is easy to point to and say that he caused the final days in the first place and that he’s to blame for literally everything that happened afterwards. So I get it, I really do. But it also means that it makes me really anxious about even talking about him, let alone gpose or write about him. So hopefully this will help me in doing so in the future.

Here’s the thing. From the beginning, I was in the “love to hate him” camp about Fandaniel. I was intrigued with his character and wanted to know more, but I wasn’t exactly excited about his total nihilism, especially in the Pre-EW patches when we first got a taste of him. He got a bit more interesting after the Amon reveal right before Tower of Zot. As a fan of Allag stuff, I liked the reveal and all, but I still didn’t know at all what to expect next. When we got to Fandaniel’s death when he became the heart of Zodiark, I felt like he was an interesting villain, but not my favorite in FFXIV, and I thought that was that. I didn’t think we’d get anything more about Fandaniel, let alone his Unsundered self.

Then came Elpis, and the more I heard and saw, the more I realized that I was going to fall in love with this character, or should I say the Unsundered Fandaniel anyway. The reveal that his name was Hermes got me so damn giddy already because I have always loved Hermes from Greek Mythology. Then when Hermes first spoke in Elpis, I recognized Jeremy Ang Jones’ voice, as he was clearly Amon/Fandaniel, but he spoke so softly and it just hit me with the feels instantly. I have no idea why, but I find a great voice to be a huge turn on, and Hermes just did it for me. His beautiful green eyes also greatly help in the sexiness department for me.

Seriously though, the more I learned of Hermes, the more I felt for him. His caring nature and compassion for all of the creations, his devotion and fatherly love for Meteion, and his kindness towards the WoL just made me love him so deeply. And he was so unique amongst the Ancients, with his love for all creatures, not just his fellow people, and not to mention that I saw a lot of myself in him with his depression, as I myself have chronic depression and anxiety. It all spoke to me, and way after I had finished 6.0, I still couldn’t shake him from my mind. Though I had no intention on shipping with him for the longest time, since it took me nearly 2 years to do so, he had stolen my heart, just as Aymeric, G’raha, Cid, etc. had done before.

So I don’t want this to turn into a full blown essay on him, even though I have already written so much already, but I wanted to talk a bit about why I love him, and that my love is very much for Hermes, and not as much for Fandaniel as the sundered ascian. I very much see Hermes, Amon, and Ascian Fandaniel as all separate characters, even though they all share the same soul whose trauma can be first attributed to the suffering that Hermes experienced.

Though I am still figuring out not only a canon timeline, especially with the newest short story coming in and wrecking a few things that I had planned, but I also have a few headcanons for the Modern AU with Urania x Hermes, and I also I do want to do a Happy Ending AU for Hermes, but I am not entirely certain if I could pull that last one off. So for now, I’ll give you a handful of headcanons for the Modern AU.

Hermes is a single father who adopted Meteion when she was a few months old, and she is obviously not a familiar in this modern setting but a little girl who wants her papa to find love. He is in graduate school working towards his master’s and eventually his PhD in Astronomy, but he still doesn’t earn enough to support himself and his daughter, so he is a barista at the local coffee shop. It is at the coffee shop where he meets Urania, who is a regular customer. They then bump into each other at the university and realize that they are in the same Astronomy graduate program. Some other hobbies that Hermes has is bird watching and cooking, along with spending his free time with Meteion as much as he can. I’m still figuring out how I want the romance to develop, but I’m very excited about this AU because it can just be a sweet love story and no big bad stuff happening like the Final Days.

With that, I think I’ll shut up for now. But thank you so much for this ask Inxli-mun!! I very much appreciate the opportunity to blab about this man who I adore very much. 🥰💖

#asks and replies #endwalker spoilers #ffxiv hermes #fandaniel #urania x hermes #ship: think of me #don’t worry I’m never abandoning Hali x Aymeric #Aymeric is still my number one man #but Hermes is really special to me as well

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 22 ~ Scars

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 5.4k

⚠️ TW : Mentions of attempted suicide & SH scars

In this chapter ~ When Rick and Shane decide to take Randall away from their people to drop him and fend for himself, things seem to go wrong on the other end. Beth becomes suicidal after witnessing the death of her mother just days prior, leading Rose to comfort her in a time of need. However, the heaviness that followed was a lot more than she anticipated, though luckily for her, Daryl helps her pick up the pieces.

It had been about two days since they brought Randall back, and he eventually woke from his unconscious state. Since then the place had been chaotic.

The group was constantly going around and around in circles about what to do with this guy, so much so it gave me a pounding headache. Because most of the time the arguments wouldn't go anywhere. People would just repeat the same things that had already been said, causing us to feel stuck in the same place as no one really had a solution.

Until Rick just made the final decision to do what he wanted to since the beginning, take the man far away from the farm and drop him off on his own.

So now that the man was finally able to walk and balance decently on his own, Rick and Shane took a car to drive him out in the middle of nowhere, leaving the rest of us nervously waiting for their return. Everyone eventually seemed to agree with the plan despite the possibilities of him coming back, but it's not like we had much of a choice.

I for one was trying to keep myself busy all day, helping Lori with some laundry, staying to keep watch on top of the RV, I even made a run into town earlier that morning with Glenn. We had found a few different stores in a small part of town that had some useful things in them. But there was a little something else I found that I was extra excited about besides the food and supplies.

When we walked into the last store, I saw it. The perfect thing to give to Daryl. I had never gotten him something in return when he gave me my sketchbook and watercolors, but now I had something that I thought would suit him quite nicely. It was a black leather vest with stitched angel wings on the back.

In my mind, I hoped he would really like it and I had planned to give it to him later that night. Once we all knew Randall was taken care of.

Currently I was washing dishes with Maggie, occasionally talking about random things, trying to get our minds off of what was happening today. I could easily tell she hadn't stopped thinking about it since it happened either, the anxious feeling of the man somehow making his way back to her own home couldn't have been easy to deal with. But I had hope that everything would work out just fine and things would begin to move smoothly again.

She wordlessly handed me the last plate that was in the sink, water dripping off of the edges as I took the towel in my hands to dry it. She leaned her back up against the counter as she stared down at her shoes, the sound of me stacking the final plate in the cabinet brining her out of her thoughts as she glanced back up to me nervously.

"Can I talk to you about something... more serious?" she asked.

I only nodded my head as I listened, throwing the towel back down on the counter to give her my full attention as I copied her stance.

"Well, Glenn's been avoiding me lately, and he told me that when he was out there trying to fight those guys, he froze at one point. He was saying that since I told him I loved him... that's the reason he froze, and my dad had to save his life. He said he was afraid to die... thinking about how it would affect me." she finished almost a little shamefully.

My eyes widened a bit as I was a little thrown off and not expecting that, but I was still quick to respond and reassure her. "Listen, I know that it might not feel too great that he's avoiding you, but the truth is he loves you too. I don't think he should be avoiding you, I think he should be cherishing these moments he has with you, but y'know he's a guy." I pointed out, giving her a look she would be able to read.

She laughed quietly to herself as she nodded her head in silent understanding, "But he'll come around, I promise. You just gotta give him a little time." I finished.

She pressed her lips together and nodded gratefully, "Thank you." she said, "I feel like I can really talk to you ya know? I'm glad you're here."

I smiled, "Yeah, me too." I spoke, opening my mouth again before closing it back up quickly. My dumbass almost slipped up and said something about how I was glad that I stayed, but I bit my tongue before it could come out.

My eyes then absentmindedly panned over towards the tray of food that Maggie had set off to the side a few minutes ago, "Is this for Beth?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.

She followed my gaze and nodded, "Oh yeah, I was about to bring that up to her when we were done."

"Oh I got it, I was going to check on her soon anyways." I said, moving towards the counter.

She smiled gratefully, "Thank you. You know Beth really likes you. Ever since you taught her how to play those few songs on the guitar it's really all she can really talk about. I think seeing you would cheer her up."

"Yeah, I had fun teaching her, I'm sure she'll be ready to learn some more in no time." I reassured her.

Maggie nodded her head and I fully picked up the tray in my hands, walking out of the kitchen to head upstairs and into Beth's room. It seemed quieter than usual as I made my way up the familiar stairs, something seeming a little off. But I mostly blamed it on Rick and Shane's absence, still not here even after leaving early this morning.

For some reason the whole thing left a bad taste in my mouth, sensing something might go wrong out there, not necessarily with Randall. But with each other.

After what happened with the barn and the whole fight that came after that, the two had been at each other's throats ever since. It was way far off from how they used to act around each other, seeming more like brothers than friends. But something just clicked and now they almost acted like strangers. Though it was none of my business, I still noticed.

Pushing my thoughts aside, I made it up the long staircase and lingered by the closed door, knocking softly a few times before I entered. To my surprise, I heard her soft voice from the other side invite me in, causing me to open the door as best as I could with the tray still balanced in my hands.

"Hey hon, it's just me." I announced as I walked in, "I brought you something to eat, and to see how you were doing."

Her gaze panned over towards me, and my breath hitched slightly in the back of my throat. I knew that familiar look all too well. I tried to not let it affect me too much in case I was wrong, but I had a feeling I wasn't. She looked utterly broken and depressed, much more pale with bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. She had just lost her mom, I came to find out that she was the walker Beth ran to after everything happened. I'm pretty sure I couldn't have felt worse for her after finding that out, now more than ever seeing her like this.

"You can just set it down here." she said, pointing over towards the side table next to her bed.

I did what she asked and stood there for a moment as she stared at the sandwich on the plate, "Do you want me to stay, or do you want some space."

"Some space. If that's okay?" she asked.

"Yeah of course," I said immediately, "Just...call if you need anything." I finished with a smile.

She barely gave me a noticeable nod before I turned on my heel to give her some time alone, but I couldn't just brush off the vibe I picked up. It again could be nothing, just being paranoid over something I was reading too much into. But in case I was right, I didn't just want to keep it to myself.

I ventured back down the stairs, peeking in the kitchen again to see if Maggie was around, but the room was empty by the time I got back. A sigh left my lips as I turned back around to try and find her, but I managed to spot Lori entering the house right as I was about to come down the hall.

"Oh hey, Lori?" I called out as I approached her.

She turned towards me with a small smile, hanging up her jacket, "Hey, what's up?" she asked.

My eyes glanced back up the stairs momentarily before turning back to her, slightly lowering my voice, "I just...I'm worried about Beth. She just seems a little off and I was going to find Maggie to let her know but-"

"I can tell her." she offered with a nod, "I'll keep an eye on her until she comes back."

"Yeah that would be great." I spoke gratefully, "She's just up in her room and wanted to be left alone... but I don't know I think Maggie should know."

"Absolutely." she agreed instantly, "I'll tell her the next time I see her, okay?"

I nodded, "Thanks." I said with a small smile, passing her as I moved to exit the house.

I felt a little bad not telling Maggie about it myself, but knowing someone else would keep an eye out for Beth gave me a little piece of mind. I didn't want to hover over her or pick up any overprotective instincts even though in the back of my mind I knew it was inevitable. I just wanted her to be okay.

The rest of the day passed by slowly, leaving nothing much to do around camp and everyone simply doing their own thing for the day. After not being able to find Maggie, looping around the farm a couple of times, I assumed she was back in the house at this point. So I took the much needed time to myself.

A few hours passed by with me just laying down in the yellow tent trying to relax as best as I could. Spending most of the time reading the book Daryl had stolen from me when he got hurt and it actually turned out to be pretty good, only drawing me more in with each chapter. The details were amazing and I loved the plot. I didn't plan on giving this back to him anytime soon.

I hadn't seen him for most of the day because he decided to go out hunting fairly early in the morning, leaving camp before the sun even rose. He offered for me to come with him, but I declined as I needed to go out on that run with Glenn to get some things for myself, and he understood. I just hoped he would be back soon along with Rick and Shane who continued to be gone for far too long.

Damn it was like everyone was missing today.

After closing in on the last chapter, I finally shut the book after what felt like forever, blinking my eyes a few times to adjust them. For hours I had been reading tiny words on these pages and I felt that it was time for a break. So, I placed the book back in my bag, standing to leave the tent and walked outside a little to stretch my legs, leaning from side to side as I was hunched over for many hours.

I glanced around the small camp to see who was around, before my eyes suddenly stopped on Carl sitting by the RV. He seemed distant as he glanced at the comic book sitting in his lap, barely reading over the pages as he sloppily flipped through them. A pain in my chest suddenly dispersed upon seeing him like this, knowing that he hadn't been the same since he witnessed Sophia coming out of that barn. But who could blame him?

He was grieving in his own way, separating himself from the others as much as he could for just some time alone to think. I hadn't had a proper conversation with him since that day everything went wrong, keeping my distance as that's what he seemed to wish for. But I shook my head as I began to walk over towards him, wanting to talk to him for the first time in what felt like too long.

"Hey kid." I greeted him.

He glanced up and gave me a slight smile, "Hey." he spoke as he closed the book to give me his attention.

I moved to take a seat next to him on the ground, "So, what're you reading? Tell me about it." I said.

His eyes lit up "Really?"

I chuckled a little, "Yeah, why not. Who's this?" I asked, pointing to some sort of superhero.

His excited demeanor never faltered as he went on to tell me everything that was happening in this comic book. Who all of the characters were, what their powers were, and what their mission was. This was one of the first times I had seen him get excited about something in what felt like forever, and it warmed my heart at just the sight. He began to slowly open up a little bit more the longer we talked, changing the subject a few times to talk about his favorite cartoons he used to watch before the outbreak.

I enjoyed watching him smile, it felt like it had been some time since it last happened, and I was just glad to distract him even if it was only for a few minutes. A kid his age should never have to go through half the shit that's he's been through, though he was tougher than I ever could've imagined.

After we finished talking for a while, I left him to read it in peace after that. I wanted him to have his space too, and I never wanted to overstep any boundaries, especially when it came time to grieve someone.

I found myself heading back into the house to grab something to eat afterwards, but as soon as I walked in, I jumped a little as I suddenly heard screaming from just up the stairs. I didn't hesitate for a second before I was rushing up the steps two at a time, jogging into Beth's room to see Maggie and Lori were yelling and banging on the bathroom door.

"Woah, woah, what's happening?" I asked.

Maggie's head whipped around to face me, "Beth...Beth tried to kill herself and now locked herself in the bathroom, I heard glass." she spoke quickly, continuing to pound on the door, pleading with Beth to listen.

Panic flooded through me. She tried to kill herself? And was now attempting again? I stood in the doorway frozen in shock as I felt as though I couldn't move a thing. But then my eyes quickly darted around the room, looking for something to get the door open. Lori had moved to search the room for the key, frantically looking through her drawers as fast as she could, but I spotted a metal rod sitting in the corner of the room. I didn't think twice about it as I stepped forward, picking it up in my hands before telling Maggie to move out of the way quickly and she jumped back.

Sticking the thing in between the lock and the wood, I pushed on it as hard as I could in an attempt to pry it open. There was a sudden crack after a few seconds before the wooden door suddenly flew open, revealing Beth standing there with her hand over her wrist, blood pouring out of it. Her head whipped over to us frantically as soon as she heard the door breaking, tears streaming down her face and her heart no doubt racing out of her chest.

"I'm sorry." she sobbed, and Maggie didn't waste anymore time as she went in to pull her close.

I ditched the metal rod in my hands, stepping inside the bathroom only to realize how severe the cut actually was. Blood was now running down her arm and onto the tile floor, the amount of pressure she was putting on it clearly wasn't enough. I quickly placed my hand on Maggie's shoulder to get her attention, gently pulling Beth out of her hold.

"Go get your dad, he's going to need to stitch this up." I said, trying to hide the panic in my tone.

But she caught it even though it was disguised, quickly nodding her head as she left right along with Lori to try and find Hershel as fast as possible. Beth looked up at me and opened her mouth to speak, but only a sob came out as she ducked her head, causing me to immediately shush her and bring her into a hug.

We all had different experiences with mental health, everything was dealt with differently, but I somewhat knew how she was feeling. I had been in her position not that long ago and seeing her standing there when I first opened the door, brought all the memories back, so fast it was like a tidal wave. The whole situation nearly knocked me off my goddamn feet.

After standing in place for a while as she sobbed into my arms, I slowly started to bring her back into her attached bedroom, sitting her down on the bed so she could try to relax and focus on her breathing as she put more pressure on the wound.

Hershel frantically came in soon after that with a needle and thread and started to stitch his daughter up as she cried. I stayed by her side the whole time, holding her hand to offer her some type of comfort I was able to give. Though it was heartbreaking hearing her cry, and even more heartbreaking seeing Hershel try to pull himself together as he worked. I tried to think over the right things to say to her when the time came, but I felt that there was no right thing to say. What could you say after something like this?

After Hershel was done he said he would talk to her later and soon left the room in a hurry to no doubt let a few tears fall, leaving Beth and I alone again. She slowly laid down on the mattress after he left, her cheeks still stained with tears as she tried to calm herself down, with me rubbing her back towards the end of the bed. The silence slowly becoming deafening.

"Are you mad at me too?" she suddenly asked. I could feel the pain in her voice.

I whipped my head to look at her, "Oh my God honey no, I'm not mad at all. And neither is Maggie or your dad, they just love you so much. Seeing you like this... it hurts them, you know?"

She sighed as she shook her head, "I just feel so alone in this, like they don't even understand. Nobody does." she muttered.

"You're not alone." I said with a shake of my head, "I can promise you that."

"How do you know?" she was quick to ask.

My breath caught in my throat as I thought back to my own experiences, so different, yet so similar to hers. I debated in my head for a long time in the dead silence, letting the seconds turn into minutes if I really wanted to do this. I had never dared to show anyone the things I kept only to myself, ashamed of what others might think if they caught a glimpse of them. It made me feel vulnerable, weak, and that was something that I hated, but I needed to show her that someone here understood what she was going through.

So with a heavy breath, I hesitantly lifted my shirt sleeves to reveal my deeper scars on my wrists, trying to ignore the twist in my stomach as the cold air hit my arms. Her eyes followed my movements, immediately seeing them and I watched her eyes get wider with each passing second.

"I know." I assured after the agonizing silence.

She shook her head in disbelief, "You-"

"Yeah." I interrupted her, almost like I didn't want to hear her say it.

"It was uh... at a really hard time in my life. I won't bore you with the details but someone in my life was making me feel worthless. He told me that so much I started to believe it myself, and I got really depressed. Eventually I thought that... doing this was my only option so I... tried. But I regretted it as soon as I saw the blood, kind of like you did. So I called for help and I... saved my own life that night."

She stared at me so intently, listening carefully to every word that came out of my mouth. I knew I could trust her to not say anything to anyone, just as she knew I wouldn't judge her for trying to do what she did. It was like a silent agreement that we had at that moment.

"Look, my point is I don't know exactly how you feel and I never will. But we were in the same boat you and me, we're fighters and I know you'll make it through this. You just proved that today when you stopped yourself." I said.

Her eyes refilled with tears as she looked at me with utter sadness, "I didn't realize...I'm so sorry Rose."

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, not wanting her to see me cry as I smiled sadly, "I'm sorry too." I whispered before bringing her into a hug.

She clung onto me tightly as the new fresh tears fell down her face, sobs erupting from her lungs. All the emotions mixed with the exhaustion was truly taking a toll on her body, but I was prepared to hold her for as long as she needed. Just like I wished someone had held me.

Once her cries quieted down after a few minutes, I spoke quietly to her, "I am always going to be here for you, okay? You're never alone in this. Never." I assured as I held her tighter.

"Okay." she whispered, hiccups building in the back of her throat.

Although I couldn't see her face as she spoke, I knew now that she believed me, and knew that I wasn't going anywhere. Hell, I would be at her beck and call always if that meant saving her life. I somehow knew then that everything would be okay, maybe not at first but it would be. Beth was strong and I could see that so clearly, even if she couldn't see it yet herself, she was going to be okay.

After I knew for sure she was okay for the night, her assuring me multiple times, I said my goodbyes and walked out to send Hershel back in the room to talk to her. Nothing could've probably prepared him for the things that man had to do today, but I just couldn't get over the look on his face. It was like he had seen a ghost when he first burst into the room, and it was devastating.

After I walked out of her bedroom, I found him just sitting a few feet away outside, telling him he was good to head in, but before I could walk away he caught my arm to stop me.

"Thank you for...comforting her at a time like this. I just... I don't know what to say to her once I go in there. But just know I appreciate you Rose, thank you so much." he said with visible tears in his eyes.

I took his hand off my arm, squeezing it tightly, "Just be there for her, okay? Let her do the talking first. And it's no problem, I care about all of you so much."

He nodded and then suddenly did something I didn't expect, he hugged me. I sighed to myself before I was soon hugging him back for a few moments before letting him go after a few short seconds so he could talk to Beth. After watching him go, shutting the door behind him to leave only a crack, I made a beeline down the stairs and out of the house. I practically jogged all the way back to the tent, tears threatening to fall from my eyes as I desperately tried to keep myself together. But the moment I zipped up the entrance, finding myself completely alone, I let it all out.

Seeing Beth like that was too much for me, but I wouldn't dare let her know that. She needed me and I was going to be there for her, however it just brought back painful memories from my past that I so desperately tried to avoid. I just sat there and cried quietly as I hugged my arms around my middle from the slight chill in the night. Rethinking everything that had happened today, I couldn't help but wonder how it could've been different if I had just stayed inside that damn house. How I could've prevented something from happening if I had tracked down Maggie myself. Maybe things could've been different.

But suddenly the zipper of the tent was being opened quickly, and Daryl was making his way inside as he finally returned from his hunt. I quickly looked away from him while frantically wiping my eyes, knowing he hadn't heard me crying, not even noticing I was in here at all at first from how silent I had been.

"Oh, hey." he greeted once his eyes raised from his boots, "I was bout to look for-" he then stopped himself noticing immediately the state that I was in, "Rose? Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, coming to kneel in front of me.

I tried to pull myself together, "Nothing, I'm okay." I said as I looked to the side, basically anywhere but his face.

I couldn't look at him, I just knew I would break down if I did. I could already feel the new tears building up in my eyes as I felt him gently take my hand in his and rub the back of it lightly with his thumb.

"Talk to me." he said in a soft voice.

I didn't say anything. I didn't even know where to start, today had just been painfully long and all I wanted was to go to sleep so it would be finally over. It seemed like we couldn't catch a break. And as if it couldn't get any worse, I saw out of the corner of my eye Daryl's eyes were staring down at my wrist as he still held my hand in his. I froze with widened eyes and suddenly didn't know what to do, I couldn't move.

"Rose." he said softly while looking at the scar, moving to take my opposite hand to see the other. But I quickly pulled both hands away from his grasp so he couldn't get a better look.

"Damn it." I cursed silently as I pulled my sleeves back down harshly, wiping my eyes with them as I tried desperately not to look him in the eye. I didn't know what I wanted, for him to leave or stay, when all I could feel now was just utter embarrassment.

He made no sudden movements for what felt like years, until I felt his finger and thumb gripping my chin gently to lift my head to look at him. His thumb rubbed softly on my chin as I finally brought myself to look into his blue eyes.

"Talk to me." he repeated.

That's when the sudden floodgate broke loose, my tears only falling more freely than they did before. I couldn't stop them, there was just so many emotions I was feeling about everything, and I couldn't get all of it out before he came back, so now he was witnessing it firsthand. I felt mortified about crying so much lately, it seemed like all I was able to do, like it was all I was good for these days.

His hands then moved to my cheeks when it began to be too much, his thumbs gently wiping my fresh tears away. He leaned in close to place a soft kiss on my forehead, waiting patiently for me to start talking whenever I was ready. And I did.

I told him what happened with Beth and how she tried to end her life. I ranted about how I should've been there sooner and not just sitting in the tent all damn day, but I didn't know. I should've known, the feeling I had alone was a good enough reason to stay close, but I truly didn't know. Regrettably I also when on to explain my situation as well, seeing as I couldn't really avoid it because of what he barely saw through the darkness.

I told him almost every bit of the conversation I had with her, though it made me the most uncomfortable, I didn't want her to believe she was alone in this. Informing him also that seeing her like that brought back too many memories for me and that's why I had been crying in the first place...and then we sat there. There was just silence. He didn't try to talk one time. He just listened.

After seeing that I was done, not having anything else to say, he finally broke the silence, "Yer one of the greatest people to walk on this earth, ya know that?" he asked.

I was slightly taken aback at what he said, a scoff leaving my lips as I shook my head, "Believe me I'm far from that." I responded, no longer looking at him.

"Look at me." he said softly.

I slowly tore my eyes away from my hands and met his again, almost burning under his gaze. I almost couldn't believe how much I was cowering away from someone I truly trusted, but then again this conversation was one that I didn't want to be having with anyone.

"What ya did for Beth, bein there for her, that's the best thing you can do for her. And showin her she isn't alone through all this, it's amazin what ya did for her today...now about you..." he trailed off, looking back down at my hands sitting in my lap.

He then gently grabbed both of them and slowly rolled both of my sleeves all the way up to the middle of my arm. I tensed when he did this and he noticed, but yet he didn't stop. He raised my left wrist up to his lips, and began to leave soft kisses over every inch of the scar. Then moved to my right wrist and did the same exact thing, leaving goosebumps on my skin, but a warmth in my heart.

He held both of my hands tightly once he was done, looking back up at me as he spoke again, "Yer so strong, and ya never have to be ashamed of these. They're just marks on yer body to show that ya made it, even when things were really hard. I get yer ashamed of showin em, but you don't have to be. Not with me." he finished.

I stared at the man in front of me in awe. Nobody had ever spoken so beautifully about me like this before. Nobody had ever complimented the thing that I was the most insecure about. No one had ever kissed the places I had once hurt so badly. Nobody except him.

Tears built up back in my eyes, but this time for a completely different reason. I was quick to take my hands out of his, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to bring him into a hug as I felt I could finally breathe.

I heard what sounded like a sigh of relief come from him as he quickly wrapped his arms around me as well. Maybe he was worried about what he had said upset me, but it did quite the opposite. It made me relieved. Relieved that someone cared enough for me to not only see the good side of me but also the bad.

But with the way he spoke, and the way he was hugging me back so tightly, it almost made me question if he knew the feeling as well. The feeling of being ashamed or insecure because of something marking you from your past. And maybe he did. But I wasn't going to ask. I would wait until he felt comfortable enough to tell me, like he did for me just moments ago.

~ Thanks for reading!

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon the walking dead #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead #twd daryl dixon #twd fanfiction #twd daryl #twd #norman reedus x reader #norman reedus #norman reedus fanfiction #desert rose #daryl twd #daryl dixon x original character #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixion x reader

[keithsandwich]

cw: pregnancy scare, a little angst, implied thoughts of abortion (more in the lines of "would she want to keep it?"), mention of period.

Modern!AU Keith and Maeve brainrot, about the time they had a pregnancy scare.

They couldn't pretend to be surprised, since they knew they screwed up with protection once or twice (hey! Don't follow their example).

It doesn't mean they were prepared for it when Maeve realized she was late and Keith realized this was the reason why she had been anxious.

Keith just... Froze in panic. He couldn't be a good father, could he? That's if she even wanted to have a baby with him. Why would she sacrifice her future to become the mother of his child? It would be so complicated, and it was happening so suddenly. She and the baby, if she was keeping it, surely deserved better than this. They deserved someone who wouldn't freeze in panic at this possibility.

Even Alter was shaken by the news and afraid he would say or do something wrong and push her away. Truth be told, he wished she would keep the baby. But he wasn't stupid, he knew not everyone would be up to have a child with a freak like him. Although he had never doubted Maeve's love for them, he couldn't ask so much from her. And even if she wanted to, he had so much to learn... Which led him back again to his first fear: fuck it up, and push her with their baby away.

Now, Maeve never wavered about it: she would keep the baby. Even without planning it, she wanted nothing more than to have a child with the one(s) she loved so much. Of course, her whole life would change so quickly, and it scared her. But what scared her the most was the thought of it being too overwhelming for Keith. She knew they would feel insecure. She just wished their love would be bigger than this.

Luckily, they sat down and talked.

Keith was surprised at her resolve to have the baby, if she really was pregnant. He thought she would have more doubts, but she sounded so certain and so full of love with the possibility he felt ashamed of his own insecurities. Maeve shook her head and smiled when he looked away, embarrassed. She took his hand and said they would be together in this, if he wanted to. Planned or unplanned, with love, they all could learn how to be the best parents they could.

And she was so sure they both would be fathers their baby would be proud of, just like she was proud of them as her partners. There was no one else for her, and the family she always wanted to have, she could only have it with them. They could figure out later how to explain to their kid they have two dads in the same body.

Before Keith could get too emotional with her words and reassurance, Alter took over. He knew if the other guy started crying, she would start crying too, and they would forget an important detail: knowing if she really was pregnant. Before going out to buy the test, he looked at her and smiled at the thought of her having his baby. It really filled his heart with joy and excitement.

So much so that he couldn't stop smiling like a fool when asking for a pregnancy test at the pharmacy. The most accurate one. And bring him two, so they can be sure. "Can't wait to have a baby with my girlfriend," he said casually. Although he never cared about people's opinions, for some reason he didn't want anyone to think he was hoping for a negative result. The cashier wished him good luck.

They got a negative result, however. Twice. And Maeve got her period after a couple days.

They couldn't hide how heartbroken they were, but they didn't talk much about it. Maeve tried to think it was for the best; they should focus on other things now and let this subject to the future, when they were (hopefully) married and planning for it.

Meanwhile, Keith had his mother's ring polished and made plans to take Maeve to their favorite spot on a beautiful, starry night. Next time she's late, he won't be scared. They will already be a family.

#keith and maeve brainrot #been thinking about it for a while #it took me longer than i thought to write these headcanons #didn't want it to look too angst #ikepri oc #cw pregnancy

[generositygullet]

A letter to Akira Toriyama

Dear Akira Toriyama,

I first interacted with dragonball when I was in 6th grade or so, when I started playing dragon ball fusions for the 3ds since the trailer looked cool. Kind of a weird start right? But I was getting really into anime at the time, and wanted to check out one of the most popular ones. I had NO idea who the characters were, and had NO clue what the story was about. But for some reason against all the odds, as soon as I saw the title screen boot up with that soaring music I was hooked. The game was super fun, no doubt about it. But what REALLY kept me going when playing it, was the world of dragon ball itself.

Again I had no clue who any of these people were. But seeing these characters interact with each other, seeing these different setpieces made, seeing all of these powers and personalities, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It channeled the raw kid desire in me to see two buff dudes duking it out, and god I adored every bit of it.

I didn't dig any deeper than that initially, and like all my other hyperfixations it died down. But again in 7th grade I started playing fighterz, and I was hooked again. But this time I dug deeper in preparation for the release of the new GT dlc, and so the first dragon ball media I actually watched? Was GT. Which is hilarious in hindsight, but I still adored every second of it.

In 8th grade things were not going so well for me, I was losing friends due to being an asshole, and I had to change myself to be worthy of the people around me. I was pretty depressed, and everything seemed sad and hopeless (I know it's pretty dramatic for a literal like 13 year old but bear with me lmao). It's around that time when I decided to watch Dragon Ball Super. And again, I was hooked. I binged it so fast, all 130 something episodes. I could talk big about the characters and everything, but honestly it was just so plain cool. It made me feel excited and happy, it made me feel like everything was ok. And those positive feelings made that much of a difference in me.

From that point on I always was interested in Dragon Ball. my first and only hyperfixation to never really go away. I read the OG dragonball, and started REALLY noticing your artistic talent. From the way you drew Goku moving across the battlefield and the poses he struck. To the illustrations of the action and the punches thrown. It was all so dynamic and energetic. When I was reading it I was always engaged, excited to see the next panel. I wanted to channel the same energy in my own art somehow, to encapsulate the same excitement you instilled in me with your drawings.

I FINALLY got around to watching and reading Z a little later. And of course I loved it. I knew all the basic plot beats, and had a 3 in one Goku vs Vegeta volume collection that I would reread constantly. But seeing them play it is so different. I also started to admire your character design more and more. Trying to draw them in my free time, and getting a bit sad when I couldn't capture the same magic you could.

All of this, of course, was older material though. This was all before my time, I was never there to experience it when it initially happened. Not for super, not for the OG DB, and not for Z. I adored it all, but I always knew what was going to happen.

I remember the reaction on my face when the news of DBS Superhero dropped. I was so so SO excited. More than you could ever imagine. Something new, something I could see with my own eyes, and something about Piccolo and Gohan??? It was amazing. And seeing it in theaters a few years later? God I was on the edge of my seat the entire film. I even started reading the DBS manga, I think it's amazing so far.

When I heard that you were gone yesterday night, I was crushed.

I’m a junior now. And after a long time of thinking about it, being anxious, afraid, and scared of the future. I think I want to be an artist or filmmaker. I want to bring the same energy you did to the world. I'm still trying to figure out my artstyle, and how I want to draw. I’m not great at it, but no matter what, I want to keep going. Because I want to bring a character to life, like you brought Son Goku to life and so many others as well. I want to inspire so many others like you inspired me. With your messages, you brought me happiness. You told me that simplicity was ok with Son Goku. You told me that we need to fight for what we love with Son Gohan. You told me that we should aim to be better than our predecessors with Piccolo Junior. You told me that we shouldn't let our pride consume us with Vegeta. You’ve shown me and the entire world so so much. And I hope you were proud of it. I’m

I said the world of Dragon Ball earlier, but really, it was your world Akira Toriyama. And your world changed mine forever in the best way. Thank you, for letting me dream again.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball daima #dbz #dbz goku #dragon ball super #akira toriyama #dbs #dragon ball gt

[katerinaptrv]

Scars

It was a racing day, this day used to be fun and exciting for Babe, the day he would do the thing he loved most in the world. But things had changed a lot since then, racing was not his only love now and not the priority anymore.

The accident keeps replaying in front of his eyes, his emotions starting to bubble up inside him. He felt anxious and afraid, he had so much more to lose now. Charlie’s fake death opened his eyes to it, the pain and loneliness he felt then that he thought he would never get over is something he would do everything to never experience again. His hand started shaking and drew the attention of his boyfriend that was getting ready beside him.

Charlie hugged him from behind and started to kiss his neck to relax him.

P’Babe are your senses bothering you?

Babe almost let a bittersweet smile at that, he wished his pre-racing anxieties were easy and simple to when they first met. Except that he really doesn't, nothing in the world would make him wish not to meet Charlie.

Charlie watched his face for a while then he seemed to understand, like he always seems when it comes to him.

It will be okay P’Babe, we will be fine, nothing to worry about, I promise.

But this was not true, there was a lot Babe could worry about, even if Tony had been dealt with, there are still people like Winner and Dean that are jealous of their success and would stop at nothing to stop them. And Charlie was so new to all of this, what if something happened?

Charlie seemed to guess again where his thoughts are heading to, since the next thing he says is:

Besides Jeff has checked my car like 50 times already, I am seriously concerned he will develop some kind of OCD with it. Dean’s move really scared him.

That was not as reassuring as his boyfriend thought it was.

Lets say, that a very unlikely scenario happens, i survived all of that already right? It would be fine.

That makes Babe turn to face him and give him a very serious look.

Charlie, don’t joke about it, I don't care about the placements, you will not take unnecessary risk and will drive safely. Ok? Promise me.

Ok, I promise. What about this, why won’t you listen to my heart during the race, this way you will know i am ok. 

He tells Babe seriously. It was actually a good idea, focusing on Charlie’s heart would help him ease his anxieties and drown out other stimuli his senses bring him during the race.

Now, is it only fair for you to promise the same right?

Babe could tell Charlie said this playfully, that he did not expect him to actually say it back. But like Babe said before things had changed, and he had no hesitation in saying back to him the promise. Being the first was not as important to him now, not as important as being with the person in front of him. So, he cradles Charlie’s face in his hands forcing him to look at his eyes and says to him seriously.

I promise.

Charlie gives him that puppy smile that makes Babe’s heart race in his chest since the first time he saw it and then starts to kiss him. After that they follow their usual pre race routine that makes Alan be thankful he never installed any camera anywhere near the locker rooms. 

#pit babe the series #charliebabe

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hello! I'm a fan of yours, sorry if I don't order correctly, it's my first time and I don't know much English ): I would love the reaction of the dorm leaders when Mc tells them that they are going to be parents. I love your way of writing <33 thanks for reading it! 💗💕

Hi! Your English is perfectly fine, and thank you for the ask!

Dorm leaders’ reaction to telling them they’re going to be parents

Riddle

On the outside, he’s perfectly fine. He’s the same, he has a curt nod before telling you he’s happy

But on the inside, he’s a literal mess. He’s screaming on the inside like “I’M A WHAT” and basically he feels like he’s not ready. He doesn’t want to end up being a parent like his mother was, so he’s a bit scared. You should reassure him that he’ll be a good parent!

He’s meticulous about what they need and all. He’ll make a list of things they need to purchase, any kind of doctor’s appointment is arranged, and so on. He’ll study on how to be a good parent 24/7 too!

He’s going to be a nervous wreck until you guys get the child/children. But when he does truly become a dad, he’ll try his best to become a great father.

Leona

“Okay, I’m going to take ten more minutes with this nap ’kay?” and then proceeds to turn over on the bed.

He doesn’t look like it, but he’s also panicking in his head. Since when did he look like someone who could be a father? He couldn’t even stand Cheka, and now you two might get kids?

He won’t do much prep work, and might leave you to do most of it honestly. But he will support you whenever you’re stressed about being a parent. Sure he’s stressed too, but he wants to comfort you (he’ll never admit this tho)

Overall he looks pretty chill but isn’t on the inside. He wants the kids that he has to grow up without any kind of loneliness that he felt or any kind of neglect. He also wants to make sure the kids feel like they’re being equally loved, since it’s something he missed out on.

Azul

He looks up at you, up and down, then tells you to repeat yourself. After that, he starts to panic.

You’ve never seen him in such a nervous wreck since you asked him out for the first time, and you have to calm him down saying it’ll be okay.

He’s always been someone who was a perfectionist, so he’ll be able to help a lot with the prep work that goes into parenting. But he’s still afraid, afraid that he might not be able to help the child have a good childhood or so. He doesn’t want his children to be bullied or have the kind of treatment he did growing up, so he will do extensive studying on how to be a good dad just in case!

He’ll calm down as you two do any of the prepping, but right before he sees the kids he might cry due to how anxious he is. But right after that happens, when he sees the kids, he’ll be crying because of how happy he is.

Kalim

He’s so excited honestly. He’s going to be a dad! A papa!

Don’t worry about any of the funding too, he’s got that covered. He’ll make sure the kids get spoiled when he meets them haha. But more importantly, he’ll make sure you’re well cared for.

He’s super supportive of you since he knows this is stressful. He’s under pressure too, but he thinks that you would be under way more pressure than he is. Because of this, expect a lot of cuddles!

Kalim’s always been good with kids, so it almost comes naturally for him when he finally sees the child/children. He’s beaming at them, maybe shedding a few happy tears, and you know that he’s going to be a really good dad.

Vil

He doesn’t show much concern, and he’s probably one of the calmest out of the group. Sure he’s slightly panicked, but nothing he will cry over.

He’s making sure the two of you study on how to be good parent. Vil knows how much a child learns from their parents so he will do his best! Not to mention, Vil will likely care about your health a lot too during this time, both physically and mentally. He’s going to be next to you to help with whatever you need!

He’ll only start to worry more and more as the day when you two meet your children arrive closer. He’s a bit more snappy at people except you haha.

He won’t show tears when seeing the children, but afterwards when you and Vil are alone at some point, he might hug you and let some silent tears roll down onto your shoulder.

Idia

Panicked, super panicked.

He was going to be a parent? What did that mean? He’s asking you so many questions and you honestly don’t have all the answers, so he quickly turns to some online forum for help haha.

He doesn’t want to be a parent that enforces their children beliefs or a certain path, so he will make sure his children explore what they want to do in their life. To do this, he also takes extensive lessons on being a dad.

When he sees the kids, he’ll likely cry or at least let some tears out. He’s smiling though, since children remind him of his childhood with Ortho and he wants to make sure his children too have a really good childhood.

Malleus

He smiles, saying that he’s super happy to hear this. In fact, he might be the most prepared since Lilia’s here!

Lilia basically mentors you two on what it means to be parents, and will offer any kind of help you two need. Malleus will also be there to comfort you if you need it. It might be a bit different from human parenting since their fae, so you guys try your best to cooperate with the differing parental styles.

Malleus probably wants his kid to have a lot of friends as a child since Malleus himself grew up pretty lonely.

Sebek and Silver congratulate the two of you too! Once Malleus does see the children, he’s super happy, you don’t think you’ve seen this man so happy in his life. Lilia’s also really happy because he has grandchildren now!

#twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst x reader #twst dorm leaders #twst riddle #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle x reader #riddle headcanons #twst leona #twst leona kingscholar #twst leona x reader #leona headcanons #twst azul #twst azul ashengrotto #twst azul x reader #azul headcanons #twst kalim #twst kalim al asim #twst kalim x reader #kalim headcanons #twst vil #twst vil schoenheit #twst vil x reader #vil headcanons #twst idia #twst idia shroud #twst idia x reader #idia headcanons

[weathertheraine]

I’ve been sitting on this AU for ages but finally caught up on S2 this weekend and got re-inspired to share it!!! I was so excited to see how well a lot of characters worked with the new content :000

If you take nothing else from this: Raeda Ukatake Raeda Ukatake Raeda Ukatake thank you for your time.

Spoilery content and more notes on the AU under the cut!!!

I love the parallels so much of Shoyo being naturally disadvantaged at magic but ‘finding a way to fly’ with glyphs!! And Kageyama learning to recognise what he does as a legitimate form of witchcraft and support him!!

Can’t believe “so you two go to the same school now, that doesn’t change anything!” Is canon

Kagehina Grom Danceeee

Natsu would be V - Shoyo is especially anxious to help her since she’s so young!

Can you believe I assigned the roles for this AU before Willow and Hunter had even interacted? I’m going to be replaying Tsukkiyama “Please, Captain” and “The real Tadashi would never be afraid of me” in my head for a while <3 It’s what they deserve

Yachi’s anxious spirals manifest physically as illusions like Gus’ (like her panic about being murdered or being homeless because she forgot the boys’ names)!!

Yachi as the head of the human appreciation society!

Sidenote: Hinata, Yachi and Yamaguchi as the best friend trio makes me unspeakably happy

As does the recent episodes that would have Tsukishima bonding with Yamayachi too

This is the one AU where I won’t torture Oikawa - he gets to fill the twins’ role, dragging Iwaizumi along when the plot needs two people lol. Oikawa and Kageyama mentorship: Good Ending - not sure if they’d be actual brothers or maybe step-brothers? But there’s some tension but ultimately Oikawa looks out for Tobio.

Nekomata (plus Ukai Sr) is the one who cursed Keishin- his old mentor(s), who initially pushed him to join the Emperor’s Coven thinking it was a safer strategy to be on the inside rather than hunted, and try to make change from there. They ‘cursed’ him by mistake, trying to use a spell to make him stronger because they weren’t confident he could pass the exam to get into the Emperor’s Coven.

Ukai Sr is the one Keishin injured, pushing him into retirement, which Keishin can’t forgive himself for

Tbh Nekomata and Ikkei could be switched around or like share those roles

Asahi initially is living with Ukai and helping where he can because he seems to be the last of his kind and doesn’t have anywhere else to go (and doesn’t know what he is, like King)

Him being a Titan, increasing his loneliness and his anxiousness about his size and power, makes me VERY sad /pos

Kuroo would fill Darius’ role (potentially with Bokuto as Eberwolf or another sympathetic Coven Head)- trying to look out for Kei and push him in the right direction

Akiteru would be a previous Golden Guard! For some reason there would be multiple attempts going at once, and they’ve been told that they’re brothers. The rift between them is because Akiteru “Betrayed the Emperor” (escaped) and is a Traitor and Kei is totally angry about That and not the fact that he left him behind (they will eventually reconnect)

Ittetsu’s Rhapsody. That’s all.

No but really. Ukai and Takeda as a little jock/nerd duo but Ittetsu breaking things off because Keishin won’t be honest about the curse and then leading a little rebel group and god it’s all so good <3 Raeda Ukatake is what originally sparked the idea for the AU

Ukatake True Love Duet

Coach Washijo would fill the role of Belos, with his focus on doing things the Right Way, his resistance to change, his mistrust of things that aren’t what he’s used to, his desire for power and order

Ushijima and Tendou (and potentially the rest of Shiratorizawa) would be high-ranking Coven Scouts, filling the narrative role that Kikimora does. Tendou is mostly sticking around because he wants to be able to use multiple kinds of magic and here he’s been told he’s allowed to. Ushijima is there so he doesn’t have to compromise his abilities. Both would eventually defect.

Kenma has a very different personality to the Collector in the show- it would focus on how BORED he is,, he needs something to entertain him because he’s going stir crazy. “I don’t really care about the draining spell but he said he’d get me out so :/”

There’s definitely stuff I’ve forgotten I have a lot of thoughts about this!!!!!

#artists on tumblr #digital art #procreate #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanart #fanart #hq!! #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima kei #azumane asahi #tsukkiyama #hinata shouyou #takeda ittetsu #ukai keishin #ukatake #kagehina #kageyama tobio #haikyuu au #the owl house #toh #the owl house au #yachi hitoka #asanoya #nishinoya yuu #kozume kenma

[mykoreanlove]

all the feels // chapter 4

Chan fell silent again. He was ashamed of having this conversation. He was even more ashamed of feeling this way.

“You aren’t talking about the dating ban, right? Because clearly it works for Felix or Minho. Their mascots won’t shut up about their owner’s being in love and happily dating.”

No, that was not what Chan meant. Dating as an idol was tricky, indeed, but they always found a way to make it work. Wolf Chan was right about that – some of the other members have been in relationships for quite a long time.

“Why can’t you be loved, Channie?”

Chan felt his chest burning. If thoughts like those arose when he was alone, he would get to work immediately. But now he couldn’t, he felt trapped by his own mascot.

“It’s just.. Whenever I try, I always fuck it up somehow. Or rather, I get fucked up. No matter the person, it always ends the same. After a while I concluded that it had to be because of me.”

“Oh, it definitely is because of you.”

Chan rolled his eyes, getting defensive over his vulnerable heart. “Gee, thanks mate.”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, I want to help you! Can’t you see that all those past experiences are stuck within you? Can’t you see that you carry those experiences with you into every new relationship?”

Chan rolled onto his side, facing his mascot again. “What do you mean?”

Now it was Wolf Chan who was letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Channie, if you meet someone new.. How do you feel?”

“I feel good for a while. Excited, curious, enamored with my crush.”

“And then?”

He took a minute before answering. “Then, I feel anxious. I get afraid actually.”

“Afraid of what?”

Chan took the pillow behind his head and hugged it tightly. “I get afraid of a lot actually. What if my heart gets broken? What if I am being cheated on? What if I am only used for my body? Or my fame? What if this cycle goes on forever? What if I only meet people like that? And what if I meet good people but I’m not enough? What if someone is better than me? What if I’m unlovable?”

He whispered the last concerns, barely audible. It felt uncomfortable to talk about it. Chan’s body language was introverted, his eyes were glazed and his voice was croaky. Wolf Chan felt a shudder on his fur-covered body. Seeing his owner like that was hard for him as well.

“Do you see that all those fears are ruling your life? You can’t get to know a person properly because you see everything through your fear-based lenses. And do you know why that is?”

Chan looked up, his curiosity was sparked.

“It’s because you hold on to those old pains, Channie. Don’t you want to be free?”

>> next chapter

#skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz smut #stray kids au #stray kids imagines #stray kids x you #bang chan oneshot #bang chan x you #bang chan stray kids #bang chan #skz fluff #skz x reader #skz fanart #stray kids scenarios #stray kids #skz #kpop fanfic #christopher bang #stray kids bang chan #stray kids fanfic #bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan x y/n #creative writing #bang chan smut #bang chan suggestive #bang chan scenarios #mykoreanlove #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #bangchan hard hours

[not-wholly-unheroic]

🤔 and/or 🍰 for the ask! :D

Sorry for taking so long to answer this! This past month my schedule has been crazy and it just wasn’t at the forefront of my mind.

🤔 What are some of their quirks/mannerisms?

He twirls his mustache when he’s scheming/planning/deep in thought or when he’s feeling especially proud of himself. He rolls his “r’s” when he wants to sound particularly posh and important. He likes to talk with his hands (well…hand) when he’s excited. He paces a lot when he’s anxious or in deep thought. He acts super suave and debonair but when he is genuinely trying to impress someone he loves, he’s easily flustered and becomes a bit clumsy. He doesn’t like people touching his hair. He almost always cries after an encounter with the crocodile or similar scare…not necessarily in public, but the second he gets alone in his cabin, he will breakdown and have a serious panic attack/meltdown. He needs glasses but only wears them when he absolutely has to because he hates how old they make him look. He has awful nightmares almost every night, but when he does sleep, he doesn’t like doing so in total darkness… The darkness is smothering and reminds him too much of being inside the crocodile…and he was afraid of the dark as a child. He doesn’t like to vary his outfit much from day to day because he risks any particular favorite item of clothing being ruined in a crocodile attack, so it’s easier to just…have a lot of the same thing in his closet. He’s been doing that for so long at this point that the idea of changing things up almost makes him anxious. When he smiles (which happens more often these days post-redemption arc)—when he REALLY smiles and means it, he has crow’s feet that crinkle at the corner of his eyes.

🍰 What are their favorite sweets/desserts?

In his Hook at Eton speech (which I don’t consider canon but which can be fun to draw inspiration from at times), Barrie says that as a boy at the school, he liked “strawberry mess”…which is honestly more or less just whipped cream and strawberries. So I like to play around with the idea that he likes strawberry-flavored desserts in particular. (And although he wouldn’t be caught dead admitting to liking such a modern, sad excuse for a pastry, he actually likes strawberry poptarts, too…)

Because my version of Hook grew up during a time period when sugar was a very precious commodity that wasn’t widely available all the time, he isn’t actually used to much sugar in things and frequently finds more decadent desserts too rich for his liking. He even usually takes his tea with minimal sugar or with honey as a sweetener instead.

#captain hook disney #disney peter pan #captain hook #disney #disney villains #james hook #captain james hook #peter pan #asks #ask meme