#the opener is also useful for showing us how Daniel reacts when no one is watching him

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter Three: showing you me

Summary: The reader has been used by her father for many things, resulting in some interesting quirks. When her father ends up under house arrest, she finds herself tangled in a world of fast cars, love, and inhuman abilities.

Chapter summary: Max and our clueless reader finally explore their feelings for each other.

Warnings: Jos Verstappen, mild age gap if you squint, Max and Reader have no idea what they are doing

Notes: I bad so much fun writing this chapter! I promise that next chapter, we get to see Charles.

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It was an odd feeling to be on the cusp of stepping into adulthood. Seb had said that they would take things slow. He wouldn't just shove her into responsibilities she either didn't understand or didn't know about.

He'd also said countless times over the year that her feelings towards Max are completely normal. Even going as far as to reassure her that is she shows him her powers that it's up to her.

The voice in the back of her head kept saying no. The fear of him being terrified of her stopping her from telling him.

Max had figured she wanted to tell him something. He'd caught on after she litterally choked on her words. But he didn't want to push her. She'd opened up to him about some of the things she'd lived through and seen. It made sense that she may not want to talk about it.

It didn't alter their friendship. He still went to her on good days and bad days. They practically read each other like open books now.

Max had convinced her to let him plan something for her birthday. Small and comfortable, of course. She agreed hesitantly.

He'd flown to Germany to see her. The off weekend falling on her birthday is incredibly helpful.

He was greeted by Seb at the door when he arrived. He'd talked about this for months. Seb was pratically giggling at him, and Hanna had just shook her head in exasperation but smiled nonetheless.

Seb had also been talking to the now adult, but still little girl in his eyes, about the possibility of letting Max in.

She was absolutely terrified about it but wanted to show him. She had told herself she'd do it soon. Now was probably the best chance she would have.

Max drove them up to a field. One shed been to plenty of times with Seb. She used it as her safe place when things got overwhelming. It was open, and there always seemed to be a breeze.

It was sunset now. Her nerves settled in her stomach as soon as she woke up this morning. She'd been careful not to let vision in since Max convinced her. She wanted to let him surprise her. However, that also meant she had no clue how he might react to her.

Max parked the car and dragged her further up the hill. Laughing as she just let him. He had his backpack slung over his shoulder and a Box in his hands.

When he found a spot on the other side, he pulled off his backpack and unzipped it. He pulls out a blanket and makes quick work spreading it out for them to sit on.

He pulls her down onto it. Her body practically collapsed at the unexpected force.

The sun was filled with the beautiful hues of the fall sky. Oranges and reds line the sky in a gradient. The warmth settled on their faces and the breeze ruffling through their hair.

It was perfect.

"Happy birthday." Says Max., pulling her body closer to his. He hands the box over to her.

She opens up the cardboard to reveal a notebook. Similar to the one she used to communicate when they first met. This one, though, was filled with Max's writing. Pictures, notes, ticket stubs, and poorly written poetry littered every page.

"I won't lie, I definitely had help from Victoria... and possibly Daniel." He admits. His hand reaches for the back of his neck.

She loses her words. Three years' worth of memories in one book. The emotions overwhelm her. So she does the only thing that might be able to express her thanks. She kisses his cheek.

She's done it before. Quick and sweet. Something Max got addicted to faster than he would have liked.

He can feel the fear rise back into her for a moment. The way her body seems to barely shake and the slight change in her breathing.

"I want to show you something." She not looking at him. For a moment, his mind goes to every terrible possibility. "Dobyou trust me?"

"Always."

She pulls out her pocket knife. The same one everyone had tried to keep away from her. She always seemed to get it back somehow.

She rolls up her sleeve and drags the edge along her forearm. Small beads of crimson form along the thin line. The action leaves Max confused and concerned.

Then, she focuses. Her other hand manipulates the wound. Weaving the skin back together. The energy is warm as iflt flows through her. Sweet beading at the top of her head from the power she's exerting.

Then it's gone. The only proof it had been there was a faint line and dried blood.

Max is speechless. Completely and utterly stunned. His mouth had fallen open when she pulled out the knife, and it stayed like that as she looked at him for some kind of response.

It was weird, he didn't understand it, but god did he find cool.So he did something stupid in return.

"Do you trust me?" It was his turn to ask. He was grinning because he'd been wanting to do this for awhile now.

She nodded her head. Curiosity takes hold of her.

Max takes her face gently in his hands. Her eyes are swimming with confusion as he inches closer and rest his forehead against hers.

She'd seen this in some movies. But this felt much different compared to just watching it.

Then his lips are on hers. The feeling is different than cheek kisses or forehead kisses. This was derived from a deep set of emotions she'd yet to explore.

It was good. Great, even. She had no clue what she was doing, so she let Max guide them through it.

He pulled her closer. Never wanting to let go.

But air is an unfortunate necessity.

He pulled away, eyes her wet lips, searching her eyes for some hint that she liked it. Nerves building the more she stayed silent.

"Pleade say something." He pleaded.

"I think I can get used to that." She laughed.

~

Max had asked her questions for days. He even ended up staying in Germany for longer then he expected.

Seb kept laughing at them. Max would ask, she would answer and show him, then roll her eyes. Seb reminded her that it was new and exciting to see something like this. She was just glad that he liked it and wasn't screaming in terror when she fixed the toaster with no tools.

It didn’t take long for the paddock to figure it out. Max had come into the Redbull hospitality practically beaming. Daniel didn’t even need to interrogate him.

They kept away from the public eye for now. She was still wary of people and nervous her father could come back at any second.

Max's dad was on another level of annoying after he found out. Seb had to step in multiple times because it was one thing to defend Max, defending herself felt entirely different.

Seb basically adopts Max after getting fed up with Jos. It didn't matter what place he came in, Seb was there and congratulating or consoling. He made sure to show Jos what parenting should look like.

Max and her didn't fight often. More like arguments about small things that were just a matter of communication. It took Christian and Seb to get them through the first few.

It was nice knowing they weren't alone and had people they trusted to go to. Something neither had grown up with.

They’re creating their own little family.

~

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[neuroprincess]

I would love it if you can write some elle greenaway praise kink smut <33

Hi sweet anon, hope you enjoy it <33

My Good Girl - Elle Greenaway/Female Reader

Captain!Elle Greenaway/Detective!Female Reader

Summary: Your boss has an unknown effect on you since the first moment, but when Elle praises you, you could get down on knees for her. But you never imagined that your most impure dreams one day would come true.

Classification: +18, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, fingering, oral sex, mild overstimulation, dirty talk, praise kink, soft!dom!Elle

Word count: +3200

Unrevised

Tall, defined mouth, flawless hair and big brown eyes, which are glazed across the lobby as she watches the interaction between her co-workers and the new addition, in this case you. The brunette raises an eyebrow and smiles, it's not every day that the precinct admits rookies, having a great team of veterans and mostly composed of men among them many with your age in years of career, it was a total surprise to see such young woman there, with an obvious face of someone who just started. You stared at her and could feel your ears burning, and swear you were red, so you turned the face away not wanting her to notice that you were blushing with just a quick exchange of glances. The conversation keeps going on and, no matter how hard you try, you can't concentrate on what they are talking about, you still feel her gaze on you. One of the younger detectives enters the hall carrying with him a handcuffed man, his build is strong and tall next to the also rookie, admitted only a few weeks before. The criminal knows this and uses this advantage when the second detective leaves his partner alone, elbowing him directly in the nose, knocking the boy to the ground instantly. Everything happens too fast, the man tries to run towards the door, managing to knock down two more people, you are in the way and before he can do anything is already on the floor. You hit him with one punch, sharp and strong enough to stun the guy. The detectives in charge of the arrest gather him up, the rookie still trying to control the nosebleed. They are both mortified and surprised, then thank you, and the place explodes in applause from co-workers. So sure you are blushing like a tomato. 

"Good job, rookie." one of the older men compliments raising his coffee cup as if toasting.   

The other men agree and stare, one winks and opens a big smile that wants to show more than just sympathy or possible pride. You just ignore him, but smile at the rest of them, not knowing exactly how to react. It was a reflex, instinctive, something you learned in self-defense classes and never thought to have to use on the first day of work.  

A minute later everyone is dispersed working on their respective cases, except him. Daniel, as he introduced himself, continued talking to you, gradually getting closer, almost invading your personal space without realizing it, with the possibility that he was just ignoring your visible discomfort.  

"Get out!" the woman on the other side suddenly appears beside you, soon he moves out of her field of vision, seeming to accede to her "He can be very... pushy."  

"And unpleasant."  

"I'm Elle Greenaway."  

"The Captain? My boss?" you get more nervous than you were around her already, her fame haunts and intimidates anyone, one of the few people selected for the legendary BAU when she was just a detective, sure, there are rumors about her leaving and how she went back to work on something more... civilian, but you don't care. She's the fucking Elle Greenaway "I'm sorry... I...Well, I'm Y/N Y/L/N."  

"So, Y/L/N, you did a great job. You know, it's hard to see such young and skilled detectives, seems I got right to ask you with us." Elle blinks, a mischievous smile opens as she realizes you blush again, more than that, a heat hits you hard, tingling sensation and sweat in the palms of the hands "Welcome to the team, darling." she extends a hand and the only thing you can focus on is the word she used.  

"Thank you, Captain." you shake her hand quickly, you could swear it was even too quick "It's nice to meet you!"  

"I say the same! Just call me Elle."  

"Right, Cap- Elle." 

And that's how it all started. Every time the woman compliments or says something positive about you it's like the world is rotating slower, that feeling taking over again, getting worse and worse. Two days later the first case came up, there were many obstacles and a twist when your clinical eye didn't let a detail go unnoticed, this detail changed the course of the case, what matters is the case was completed in almost record time and the right way. Minutes before the shift ended she called you into her office, which terrified you a little since your intervention was on top of her theory, but Elle smiles and praises you again, this time on how perceptive and courageous you were to stand against her word. You thanked her and walked away, not wanting to let her see you blush again, that heat took over again, more intense and aflame, so when you got home and entered the shower, you realized what that means. Her words resounded like a voice over the shoulder, suggestive, sexy, and each praise blurred your mind to the point that you barely realized you were putting a hand between the legs, masturbating thinking about Elle Greenaway. For this reason you barely face her for a week, just can't when sinful thoughts come over you.  

"We're really lucky to have you here." she comments on a wednesday morning, approaching you at the coffee pot in the kitchen, cup in hand as she stares at you like an eagle "Besides being skilled, brave and observant you also have good taste? You look really great in this sweater."  

"Really?" you ask surprised that someone has noticed your newly purchased outfit "Oh, thank you so much! It was on sale."  

"When you wear looks like it cost over a thousand dollars, darling." Elle winks and walks out of the kitchen, oblivious about what she had just said.  

"Shit!"   

Controlling yourself can be kind of hard after your beautiful and powerful boss praises you like that, your hand tingles, a wave goes through the body and you squeeze the thighs together feeling the arousal take over... again, a wet spot forming on panties. You are sure and ashamed of it, but you have to pull yourself together as soon as a co-worker walks into the kitchen, confused to find you practically writhing near the table. 

The next day she praises the way you styled hair, followed by how delicate and thoughtful you are with the victims, your earrings, eyes, technique, your brownies when you bring that to work. On this day she also asks you to teach her how to bake/cook, revealing that she survives on frozen food and the pizza delivery guy that is already her friend from how much they see each other. This is the reason you are standing in the middle of her kitchen with a pot in hand and trying not to look directly at her. Feeling extremely shy, after weeks of being praised you can barely describe all that you feel every time she praises you, but you can describe how amazing it feels to enjoy at the end of the day with the simple memory of these praises.  

"Wine?" Elle offers taking two glasses from the cabinet.  

 "Yes, please."  

"Here, darling." she hands you the glass after pouring.  

The brunette steps behind you, slender fingers rubbing across your body as she walks over to the other side to grab something from the fridge. You shudder audibly, an involuntary moan escaping between the lips and legs instantly weakening. She stops in place, her hand in the same place it stopped, waist, and you feel her warm breath against the neck.  

"New perfume? You smell wonderfully good." she whispers, lips close to exposed skin.  

"Yes..." is all you can answer between a sobbing sigh, legs coming together as a twinge hits you in the belly, pure arousal coursing through body at the mere words. The whole wine is drunk at once "Thank you..."  

"You really liked the wine, I knew you had a good palate." the woman smiles and puts her other hand on your waist, holding you gently, sending shivers down the spine "Or you like me."  

"Captain..."  

"You know you can call me Elle." she whispers rubbing her fingertips across around, you almost pass out feeling her toned body and soft breasts against your back.  

"Elle..." it's strange to call her like that in this situation. Your cheeks become even more flushed, there is no doubt that arousal has gotten the best of you, because all you can concentrate on is how wet your panties are and so you miss the rest of the sentence, a second time "I..." 

"It's okay, babe. I know." she smiles against the exposed skin of your neck and leaves a soft kiss, a smile on her lips as she hears the pot pop out against the countertop, your hands clenching the surface "No need to be nervous, you're with me." her fingers run from your waist to forearms, the tip tickling and making you flinch, an involuntary moan slipping through trembling lips "Turn around!" the brunette commands and so you do "Good girl! Of course you are, you're my good girl." 

"Yes, I am." all that feeling becomes numbness, as if your body is in some kind of ecstasy or one of your recurring dreams, only more realistic, much more "Elle, am I dreaming? Or where are the cameras? Is it a prank?" of course, insecurity had to kick in.  

"Darling, it's not a dream and neither is a prank." she moves even closer, faces inches apart, and raises her arms to caress your cheeks, those two chocolate spheres showing all the sincerity aside from mutual desire "And I can prove it."   

You feel the softness of her lips as it touches yours, soft and slow, almost delicate. Her hands grip the waist pulling you in and your bodies are closer than they have ever been before, there is no distance at all, fingers squeeze the skin and after the initial shock you take both arms to land on the woman's shoulders. It's synchronized, tender and full of passion, you move naturally, her tongue entering your mouth. Both of you moan, melting into each other's arms. Strong hands wander from waist to behind your thighs lifting you onto the countertop, placing herself between legs as she caresses your edges and then squeezes when finishing the kiss.  

 "I'll take care of you, you just need to be obedient and please me. Will you do that, darling?" you nod positively, eagerly, pleasing her is something you love to do in every way "Words, princess."  

"Yes, I will."  

"Perfect, I knew you would be, after all, you are my good girl." 

She smiles and kisses you again, this time it's hungry, desire expressed in every touch and movement, your legs going wobbly in seconds, tongue exploring your mouth with ferocity. Skillful fingers wrap themselves around the fabric of your social blouse, pulling without patience and with enough force to open it, buttons flying everywhere. It was your favorite, but doesn't matter now. All that matters is the woman undressing you on the kitchen counter and the cause of all the spicy dreams that have taken your sleep away for weeks, also ruined several panties. This is another one ruined, completely soaked with your arousal and it makes Elle smile when she sees the pretty damage as she removes your pants, legs spread, center pulsing and completely exposed. A finger runs along the inside of your thigh, gathering the clear liquid and she brings it to her lips, eyes glazed on yours and sucks vigorously. It's too much for you to handle, the arms you use to keep yourself half seated on the countertop wobble, like you're about to pass out, and you almost fall against the cold marble.  

"Let's take that somewhere more... safe."  

You both laugh and she grabs you in her lap, strong hands squeezing your thighs to carry you from the kitchen to the bedroom, your legs wrapped around her waist. You can barely register the path, how the apartment looks, nor how long it takes, her lips are on yours the whole time and the next thing you know you're lying on a soft bed. The tall toned body above yours, your eyes are clouded with lust as you watch her shed her own clothes. Piece by piece, taking time to pull the blouse up over her arms, finally giving you a view of beautiful boobs covered by a black bra, is torture worth every second. It's impossible not to touch the defined lines of her belly, your finger running across the tanned skin, down to the ribs and then to the still covered boobs, being stopped in the path by her hand, entwining your fingers together. Elle kisses you again, both of you falling back against the mattress, her knee on your soaked center, rubbing slowly, it's another tease that makes you melt from the inside out.  

"Please... Elle, I want you." the words come out in a soft moan, you can't think of anything but this woman "Like hell."  

"I know." she whispers and rips off the only fabric that keeps you from touching her the way you want, the shredded panties are thrown into some corner of the room, soon the bra joins the mess "So beautiful, so smelly, so sweet, so mine." 

What you've imagined and dreamed about finally happens, the long and thin fingers slide through your folds, building up arousal at the tips, when it passes your clit your head falls back in pure excitement, the knot of sexual tension undoing itself in a millisecond. Uselessly you try to hold back the moan when she finally enters you, two fingers sinking into your intimacy easily, it's slow and gentle. As if you are made of glass, the most precious thing her hands have ever touched. Your lips part and she smiles, analyzing every feature, any expressions or reactions she pulls out of you as she begins to move. The pace is slow but precise, her palm caresses the bundle of nerves with each thrust, soft lips leave gentle kisses down your neck, occasionally sucking on exposed skin, enough to leave hickeys. Marks of love that will be present for days or maybe weeks. Elle makes a trail reaching for your boobs, grabbing one between her lips and tongue circles the nipple, you could cum with just that if she didn't abandon moments before you reach the apex and turn to face you.  

"I've been waiting for this since I saw you for the first time." the brunette whispers in your ear and kisses the cheek affectionately, only to give a hard thrust that makes you jump on the bed, an interesting contrast "You're just amazing, warm, responsive, beautiful, smelling, fucking sweet." you try to restrain yourself with each praise, body burning inside and out "And hot, accepting me so fucking well."  

Her fingers curl up reaching that sensitive spot that makes you shiver all over, a long sigh precedes several moans she causes while she does it a few more times, alternating between thrusts that get faster and faster, stronger and deeper. What started out in a slow and gentle pace becomes more constant and frantic, sloppy movements that make you clench the sheets until your fingertips turn white, an attempt to handle all the pleasure she gives you. Elle's lips caress and kiss the length of your neck, breasts and belly to reach hips, where her free hand already squeezes possessively, bruises sure to be present the next day. Soon the skillful tongue joins in, it's your doom, there's no turning back after that and almost immediately an orgasm runs through your body overwhelmingly. Your scream is cut off by a twinge of pleasure with a hint of pain, the sensitive clitoris feels like it's on fire, your walls tighten around her, as the woman continues to fuck you during the orgasm, trying to get a second one out of you in a row. 

"Come on, babe. I know you can do it, give me one more, be my perfect girl and hold on." she whispers in encouragement, piercing brown eyes staring at you sweetly before returning to between your legs  

"Fuck." you let out in a sob as you feel her tongue caress your bundle of nerves again, this time it's slow and teasing of course, Elle wants you to feel every touch, caress and glimpse of pleasure she is giving you, wants to make you cum like no one has ever done before "OHHHH ELLE!" and so you cum again, the intensity of two sensations running through every part of your being, leaving a completely clouded mind falling completely into the moment, enjoying every second.  

"See, I knew you would make it, you did, darling. God, I have perfection in my arms." the brunette speaks in a low and sly voice, crawling on top of your body, kissing you softly "Are you okay? Do you feel any pain? Want some water before we continue?"  

"Continue? Goodness, I really believe I'm dreaming." is all you can think of as you stare at her, every detail of her face carved into a gentle and loving expression, totally directed at you, just "Captain, am I having another spicy dream? But very, very, realistic?" and in an attempt to prove whether or not it's real you pinch your own arm, jumping on the bed in pain, drawing a genuine laugh from the other woman.  

"It's not a dream, I confess I'm not surprised to hear about your dreams. That explains why you blush every time we get close to each other, wait, do you do anything about it?" the question is practically rhetorical, anyway, your blushing face answers everything, trying to look away "Awn, you don't have to look like that, darling. I did the same thing. In my defense, how could I not with someone like you around me every day?" she winks and caresses your face, kissing you again.  

 You barely have time to register the information or fully get over the last orgasm, gentle hands are on you again, stroking your hips softly, moving down to thighs, instinctively your legs wrap around her hips and taking advantage of the movement you use body strength to reverse positions. Now she's under you. Both of you smiling mischievously. For a moment you think you can top her, only to find you are totally wrong, strong arms circling your waist pulling you closer to her, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, skin to skin. 

"Cute, thinking you'll get over me so easily, you have to earn it..." she murmurs bringing your lips together again, tongues moving slowly and it's delicate, she slides her hand between your legs, massaging gently as she slips her lips down your collarbone, then looks up at you with eyes shining in desire and affection "But today I'm in control and it's all about you."  

"Elle..." her name comes out in a sobbing moan as you feel her fingers increase the pace on your clit, irregular movements pressing masterfully, you hold onto her and nails run down the length of her muscled back, she moans between pain and pleasure, but not caring about the scratches that will form.  

"Oh my good girl, just so perfect." she growls arching her hips and your lips meet in a fierce kiss, your hand reaches for brown hair, pulling her even closer deepening the touch, tongues entwined and ravenous moans "And only mine." 

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[lesbiandanhowell]

you know what time it is

Sam reacts to: Dan and Phil are Getting Divorced

First of all the title had me GAGGED but also I love the way they clickbait without clickbaiting? They know thar we've learned not to take any of the titles too serious so it's just like an inside joke by now.

- I have played this before with a friend so I know the story and can judge if they are being stupid or good at it. UPDATE: They are incredible, like they are endlessly better than me and my friend were. Funfact: I played it with a friend after she broke up with her girlfriend and didn't have anyone to play it with anymore

- The different buttons on Xbox vs Switch IS A CRIME so true Phil.

- It looked like Phil wanted an answer after "we can do team work!" and just didn't get one, sad moment.

- The household chores banter is so domestic fuxk me j am crying (live reaction I will leave this unedited)

- "That is also sucking not blowing" OKAY THEN. Despite all the openings for innuendos this video has surprisingly little innuendos or even half dirty jokes? Very kid friendly language.

- I am sorry but Dan's lack of reaction at Phil calling himself husband has me raising an eyebrow, like Dan is not fazed because it happens all the time.

- They are working together so much better than I expected you can tell they have a inherent connection. This is obviously the type of game they are more used to playing and their shared brain from sharing a life for 14 years becomes so clear in the way they play together.

- How are they already codependent in a game they played about 20 minutes... (Phil saying he doesn't want to play alone).

- "Highfive me motherfucker!" That made me laugh out loud because it is SO Dan.

- "They could just go to therapy" - the friend who recommends everyone therapy after they went, we all have them.

- They have such a intrinsic way they work together? Like when they are confronted with a task where they have to work together, they don't even have to discuss who does what it just works out organically. That only comes from being together as long as they have and being such a perfect match.

- Phil knocking Dan's head >>>> love language for real

- "Which one?" Daniel Howell you are a homosexual I don't think Phil was asking if you'd smash the woman?!

- This is the most real Dan we have ever seen. Yes he will trick Phil into getting him killed but he also GENUINELY compliments Phil when doing well or winning a minigame, like that we don't get in their competitions.

- "Excellent work Lester" The last name use got me feeling some type of way not sure why.

- Dan: "I've been on grindr" Phil: "You literally made me die saying that"

- They are SUCH a good team, nothing shows this more than co-op games.

My biggest take away from this was just how much they praise and compliment each other? They are so polite and appreciative and say thank you and everything so many times in this video, probably more than in any other gaming video we have seen before. I think this is how they play video games together personally and I am glad we got to see this calm, less chaotic and to me more real version of them. I enjoy their competitiveness but this was a very wholesome insight into another side of them.

Can't wait for the next part because if they don't finish this game series I will commit crimes.

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[phanfictioncatalogue]

Artist!Dan (2) Masterlist

part one

Blank Canvas - rosegoldjh

Summary: Dan is an extremely talented but unrecognized tattoo artist, his body a black and white masterpiece. Phil, on the other hand, has everything against tattoos. When he’s dragged along to his sister’s addition to her collection of ink, he realizes that perhaps turning one’s body from a blank canvas into a work of art is something to find beautiful instead of repulsive.

Bliss - addictivephangirl

Summary: dan is your typical teenage artist. he draws on anything and everything thats blank. especially his arms. or the one where dan decides to draw on himself instead of cutting himself and phil is a tattoo artist to make dans drawings stay forever.

Charcoal - (ao3) starboydjh

Summary: Dan gets lost in the art store, Cute Employee With Glasses (ie Phil) comes to his rescue.

Cosmic Flowers (ao3) - cassidynoga

Summary: Dans owns a tattoo shop and moves his business into the building next to Phil's flower shop. Phil speaks flower. Louise speaks flower. Dan does not.

Excerpt: Dan felt his face get hot. “It was nice of him. I guess that’s what happens when you work next to a flower shop.” He shrugged. “And yes, he was cute, but generally my type,” he said, making air quotes around the word type, “has more tattoos and less flowers.”

Déjà Vu (ao3) - xawesometrio

Summary: Daniel Howell was born with the curse of immortality and the only way to break that curse is to meet his soulmate twice and fall in love twice. He has already met Philip once and now he must wait for the chance to find him again.

Fritillaria meleagris (ao3) - TsingaDark

Summary: Tattoo Artist Dan moves and opens up a tattoo parlour opposite Phil’s flower shop.

hearts made of coffee (ao3) - softnerds

Summary: While working in a coffee shop, Dan continues to be visited by an interesting stranger who refuses to tell Dan his real name, only pseudonyms related to his interests.

His Dan, he liked the sound of that (ao3) - pastelpunkdan

Summary: “Yes, I’ve been watching you draw pictures of us together in your notebook all semester, I am literally sitting right behind you.”

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Or where Dan has been drawing him and Phil together, and Phil finds it cute.

i skip classes and my heart skips beats (for you) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: phil lester is in student council, he's a straight a student and quite the overachiever. not only that but he is loved by basically everyone in the school and is attractive as all hell.

dan howell skips classes all the time and does the bare minimum to pass classes. he just draws and talks to basically no one and yet somehow, him and phil find themselves in a friendship which turns into something far bigger.

restless (ao3) - overwhelmedbysonder

Summary: Breathe. Just breathe.

In. Out. In. Out. In.

It’s not that I don’t try. I see my family, my friends, visiting with their faked smiles and forced laughter, desperately trying to pretend that things are fine, that nothing’s changed. I see them and I want to reach out, I want to look at them and smile and reassure them that I’m here and I’m fine and I’m here, but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

Or, the one where Phil struggles with depression, PTSD and being mute, and Dan just wants to hug him.

scribbles on an ink-stained page (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: the second dan leaves, phil goes to look at the book he is constantly drawing in but never shows to anyone. the first page has dan's name on it. the second page, and the third, and the fourth and every one after that, are filled with drawings of phil.

The Art of Love (ao3) - ThatmakesmeNervous

Summary: Dan and Phil are in their beloved college days. They share not only a room and a great friendship, but also a love for the fine arts. However, when their professors assign them a project where they have to express their love for someone through their chosen major, how will they react? Will they keep their feelings for each other at bay and choose someone else for the project besides each other? Or will they finally pull their heads out of their asses and realize they are totally in love with each other so they can do their projects?

The Art Of Teaching (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan used to be into art when he was in high school but stopped once he grew up but started again and now has a website where he sells his art for money. Phil is a principal at a high school, and nobody is aware that he has a husband, someone he’s been with since he was a teenager. Something happens to the art teacher so Phil offers Dan the job, and Dan takes it. Phil finally introduces Dan to the rest of the school as his husband.

You're My Inspiration (ao3) - thatsthephan

Summary: Despite hating his job, Phil Lester couldn't be happier to be working at Takk on a fateful Thursday in January, when he finds one customer that stands out from all the rest. He doesn't get inspiration from things very often, and he doesn't know if this will be any different. But he sure hopes so, for the sake of his writing. Dan Howell hates studying Law at University. He hates that all he wants to do is paint, but can't seem to find anything beautiful enough to waste his time on. He hates pretty much everything except painting, and even that isn't going the way he wants it to. That is, until he meets one person that might change his outlook on things. As crazy as that sounds.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #au #artist #artist!dan #artist!dan masterlist

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reader should comfort the boys showing signs of weakness too like they Catch them crying! How would they react with Johan, Zack,Eli and Danny?

catching them crying and comforting them

details: gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, reader has been dating character for a while

a/n: thanks for the request !!

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johan

> his biggest insecurity is probably coming off as weak, and unfortunately he views his tears as a sign of weakness :((

> since he loves and trusts you though, he isn't as ashamed crying in front of you but still hates whenever it happens

> if he's having a particularly rough time, he'd appreciate if you gave him a shoulder to cry on. otherwise, he's quickly trying to wipe his tears away and assure you he's fine

> usually does not open up about what's upset him, but if you gently nudge him he'll spill a little. depending on how he feels later, he may give out more info or keep things under wraps

> would really prefer if you gave him comfort instead of advice unless he specifically asks. said comfort can be words or quietly sitting by him to nonverbally tell him, "i'm here for you."

> a hug would also be really nice for him. you're his home after all, so hugging him makes him feel safe and that everything's going to be okay!

> doesn't want to talk about these moments afterwards, but understands that when you bring them up, it's only out of concern. he's a little willing to talk just for you.

zack

> unfortunately also views tears as a weakness. surprisingly(?), it's not in a "men can't express their emotions" way, simply that crying is considered weak as a whole by general society

> only wants to show you his strong/positive attributes, so getting caught crying by you is,, embarrassing, to say the least

> lots of blubbering and forced grins as he tries to tell you not to worry about him

> the second you question him though, he's hesitant, but will tell you about what's bothering him. tries to keep things somewhat lighthearted although will be more serious if he thinks it's needed

> reassurance is what he wants most during moments like these. if he asks, he'd really appreciate any advice you can offer as well

> always thanks you for being there for him and apologizes after he's calmed down. make sure to remind him he doesn't need to say sorry for being vulnerable with you T_T

> would prefer not to talk about what he cried about later but doesn't mind too much, especially if he feels he can get closure from you through another conversation

eli

> he feels like he has to shoulder every burden on his own, so to him, crying to others makes him feel like he's sharing his burdens which. he does not want 💔

> if you catch him in the middle of crying, he doesn't try to dance around it but he's not going to be 100% honest either 😭

> it's either white lies or a very, very watered down version of the truth to make sure you worry as little as possible

> even if you press him, he's likely never to answer with the full truth. thankfully, he does this less as long as you work alongside him and encourage him to be more open! (remember it's not about him being unable to trust you, it's just his own internal struggle about always wanting to be the dependable one and not wanting his loved ones to get hurt)

> he appreciates comfort or advice. knowing you're there for him means a lot and getting advice is often useful to him because of how self-sacrificing he can get,, you can try to help him steer away a little from that path! ;;

> somehow always manages to put on a soft smile at some point, even if he's a sobbing mess. usually at the end, to try to ease your heartache

> doesn't mind at all if you bring up these moments. tends not to bring them up himself though...

daniel

> not exactly ashamed to cry, but he is worried at the thought of his tears making you feel guilty or burdened

> generally wants to be viewed as someone dependable, especially for his partner. because of that, you seeing him crying hurts a lot more than if a friend sees him cry :((

> he knows he can't really make up an excuse when he's literally sobbing in front of you (but believe me, he will try when he can), so he's pretty straight forward about what upset him so much

> he's actually honest about it, too, except for when he thinks the truth might seriously hurt/burden you or make you very worried about him

> really likes comfort, but if you also have advice you'd like to share, he wants to hear you out. it'll be good for him to get an outside opinion so he doesn't act recklessly on his own!

> not going to lie. while daniel does have his struggles, he's probably the most emotionally stable when it comes to being vulnerable compared to the other 3 😭

> he doesn't mind if you want to talk about these moments. he appreciates it actually, and will sometimes mention them himself. talking things out helps him a lot!

#lookism x reader #johan seong x reader #zack lee x reader #eli jang x reader #daniel park x reader #johan seong #zack lee #eli jang #daniel park #requests #me writing this and just going 'wow these guys REALLY need therapy/someone to talk to'

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Honestly one of the things that fascinates me about Cobra Kai is how Daniel's perception of what Johnny thinks colors the way he reacts towards Johnny.

The way he greets him in the dealership makes it clear that he still thinks of Johnny as a kind of archetype. And obviously a lot of the show is about them getting past that and learning to know each other as adults, or is in the ideal version in my head, lol.

But I would like the moment when Daniel's perception flips and he sees Johnny in another light, with another label attached:

Bisexual, mentally ill sex worker with substance abuse problems and C-PTSD from being groomed as a child soldier in a cult.

i feel everyone on tumblr has decided to send me anons that appeal to me particularly because OUUUUGH anon, i am SUCH a fan of this.

i also love to explore daniel’s perception of johnny and by extension, himself through johnny because i think sometimes when daniel realizes that johnny isn’t the fully fledged villain or at least an archetype he has imagined in his head, he has to take a moment and shift his gaze onto himself.

we have a bit of a moment like this in S1Ep9 (different but the same my absolute beloved) when daniel learns that johnny’s dad wasn’t around and that laura married sid. you can see the gears shift in his head and think "oh… maybe there is more to this than i thought" and johnny has those same moments with speedwagon (which, is less deep than daniel’s realization but an important one of oh maybe we do have stuff in common that isn’t just our past).

i also think johnny in the show is more open to having his perception of daniel shifted because he does not have the same trauma attached to daniel. obviously, it’s pretty normal of daniel to be mistrustful of johnny because well, he was his high school bully who made his life hell, but i think there’s also a special brand of i can’t trust anyone and everybody is exactly how i see them philosophy that is a legacy of what terry silver has done to daniel. and when robby manages to make his way into daniel’s life and his trust and then is found out to have lied, daniel completely breaks down and has a reaction to robby (a kid) that feels just too much for the situation at hand.

also, if you, like me, love to read daniel as repressed in his sexuality (because hello guy from the 80´s and also once again, he was betrayed by silver and i don’t even mean this in a silverusso way but in a oh i can’t trust anyone with parts of myself because they could use it against me way) then there is a layer to daniel’s refusal to see johnny differently that is i think a way to protect himself and his own vision of himself and his desires.

i… love daniel larusso so much. he is such a complex mess of a character who believes himself to NOT be a mess and that’s what makes it so delicious to me.

but god, yes. bisexual, mentally ill sex worker johnny with substance abuse problems and C-PTSD, like, it’s not that far off from what he is in canon! we just put the actual words on it! (i could also go on a full tangent about sex worker johnny and the clues we have of that past in the show but i won’t here). i think if daniel ever learned about any of this in any capacity his brain would shut down for a least three to four business days before he tried to be aggressively supportive and johnny would find it unbearable. (i would like to see it)

#*asks

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Touch Me & You'll Never Be Alone - Part III

No matter how much heartbreak the Kiszkas go through, there’s one person who is always there for them, who’s never going to leave.

Part III - I Keep Him Forever

Read Part I here / Read Part II here / or on AO3 / wattpad

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Word Count: ~4100

Warnings: SLASH (don’t like it, don’t read it!), dirty talking, oral sex, fingering, rimming, unprotected sex (did someone say "bottom Danny??") 18+ ONLY.

A/N: I mean, it's Sanny...you already know <3

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Sam was not used to being broken up with. He wasn’t used to being in relationships long enough for that to even be an option, but here he was, completely out of sorts, emotions charged and every word in his mind jagged and scattered around because he’d been dumped. The audacity! The sheer, absurd audacity of anyone to think they could discard him, Sam fucking Kiszka, like trash! It was unfathomable as far as he was concerned and yet–yet it had happened. 

Quite frankly, Sam didn’t know what to do with himself. At least his girlfriend had had the decency to save this news until they had a break in the tour, but that almost seemed worse–instead of getting all of the physical needs out during shows and the relief of being immersed in musical, transcendent catharsis, Sam was left to fend for himself. Mostly. Because also as far as he was concerned, Jake and Josh were useless, and Danny, after numerous unsuccessful attempts at building Sam’s ego up, was spending more time away from him. And through his mental turmoil, Sam could understand why. Danny had never seen him like this. But whether Danny or Sam liked it or not, they still lived together and Danny had to bear the brunt of Sam’s feverish emotions–the relentless shit-talking, the raging outbursts both verbal and physical, the bouts of tears that Sam wasn’t even sure the source of and that he tried desperately to hide. 

But he knew Danny saw. Danny saw it all, ever-watchful though apprehensive and his nature, Sam knew, urged him to try and provide comfort any way possible. But Sam couldn’t find that in what Danny kept offering–drinks, joints, bowls, bongs, hugs, even the occasional, silly kiss. 

While they were both high as a kite, lounging on the couch with the remnants of a joint stamped out on the table between them, Danny abruptly lunged over to Sam and got him in a loose headlock. 

Sam grunted and flailed, trying to get Danny off him, but even a loose hold of Danny’s was quite a strong one. “Get off!” 

Danny only laughed, that extra loud, snorting stoned laugh. “Cheer up, Sam! It’s been like, two weeks already.” When Sam successfully shoved him, Danny broke away with a huff, then another laugh. “I’m sick of the bullshit. You’re Sam rock-god Kiszka–you don’t get your heart broken.”

“My heart isn’t broken,” Sam said, rolling his eyes and kicking Danny away with one foot. “I’m not in fucking middle school.”

Danny sighed, head propped up in his hand, elbow on the back of the couch. “Everyone gets their heart broken, Sammy. But not everyone reacts to it like you do.”

“If it bothers you so much,” Sam began, stretching his legs across Danny’s lap. “You’re more than free to leave, Daniel.”

“I don’t think I should leave you unsupervised. You might burn the house down.” Danny patted Sam’s shins before lifting them off himself, getting on his feet. “I need to take a shower. Will you be alright if I leave you alone for, oh, I don’t know, fifteen minutes?”

Sam huffed, curling his legs up onto the couch. “I can’t promise not to start any fires.”

Danny stretched in front of Sam, exposing a generous strip of tan belly and dark hair. “Then I’ll make it ten minutes.”

Just that brief sight was enough to make something rouse in Sam’s own belly–not rage, not vengeance, not sadness, not confusion. Definitely not confusion. Danny was the clearest thing in Sam’s life. Always open and honest, he was as clear as a cloudless dawn, and Sam valued his friendship and companionship above all others. So while Danny was showering, Sam was trying to think of how he could smother himself in that clarity, ultimately deciding that an ambush was best.

Sam waited outside the bathroom, tapping his foot against the floor, tapping the wall behind him with his fingertips. It wasn’t impatience that had him so fidgety and losing the lull of his high–it was nerves and that was a bit of a foreign experience as well. The last time he’d been so nervous to make a move on Danny was the first time it’d ever happened, but since then Sam had felt a constant assurance that if something else happened between them again, which it semi-frequently did, all would be well and Danny would always love him. He still knew that now, stalking his best friend outside the bathroom, but the guilt of his motivation began to creep up on him. Their past liaisons had been so organic. Now, Sam was questioning if he was just being selfish and wanting to use Danny as the ultimate distraction or, worse, the ultimate way to get his physical needs of total release out.

But the sight of Danny stepping out from behind that door in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist made Sam ultimately not give a fuck. He rushed forward and collided with him, body-slamming Danny back against the wall, hands yanking his wrists up over his head and pinned his knee between Danny’s legs. Danny grunted at the collision but didn’t try to fight Sam’s grip on him which was–well, interesting, Sam thought. The utter surprise of his strategy and probably Danny still being so stoned seemed to have slowed him down, putting him in more of a freeze mode than fight mode. 

Now that Sam had Danny where he wanted though, he wasn’t sure what to say or what to do. In the silent few seconds of his mental struggle, Danny intercepted by simply asking, “Are we fighting or fucking?” and with that, Sam released his hold on Danny’s wrists and kissed him with all the fury he had left in his body. It was hot and forceful, more so than any other time they’d shared a first and next kiss, but as soon as it began, Sam could feel how badly he needed more, and not just with anyone–with Danny, who he was lucky enough to have unexpectedly wanton in his arms and pulling his own damp towel aside.

Fully clothed, Sam pressed his whole long, extra-lean body against Danny’s bare one. Danny was evidently trying to slow him down with softer, more languid kisses, but Sam was having none of it–his tongue slid into Danny’s mouth harshly and his best friend groaned, big hands gripping Sam’s denim-clad hips to just hold him still, which Sam also fought against. He needed to move. He writhed against him, grinding his crotch against Danny’s vulnerable and growing erection, getting hungrier by the second.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Danny complained, shoving Sam away, looking down at himself. “You’re gonna rub my dick raw.”

“No, I’m not,” Sam protested, teeth gnashing as he lunged for Danny’s neck, his hands jutting down below to grab his cock. But his dry hands proved not to be any better and Danny hissed, hips wiggling against the wall in discomfort.

“Goddammit, Sam, if we’re gonna do this, can we do it right?” Danny asked, grabbing a fistful of long, silky chestnut hair. 

“Fine. I wanna fuck you,” Sam said between pointed bites to Danny’s neck and shoulder. Everything about his coveted drummer was exhilarating and intoxicating even while sober, but Sam’s stoned, vulnerable brain was finding Danny even more alluring–so warm, skin so soft, muscles so hard, so strong. He could feel that strength resisting, Danny’s hands gripping Sam’s arms as Sam sunk his teeth into his shoulder, so before he could lose the upper hand, Sam grabbed Danny’s waist and pivoted him around, face pressed against the wall. 

He then found himself lost in the vast expanse of the golden-bronze perfection at his fingertips–he traced delicate lines down and around Danny’s shoulders, the center of his back, down to the slight dip between his hips. When Sam pressed his mouth between Danny’s shoulder blades, dark, damp curls clinging to his forehead as they spilled over those sturdy shoulders, he wanted to get lost. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered with girls these days. Danny gave him everything he wanted–attention, affection, affirmation, excitement, companionship, creative fuel and collaboration and, yeah, even sometimes, sex. 

Danny’s hips bucked and he let out a rough sound of surprise when Sam dropped to his knees and brought his teeth back into play. He bit into the meat of Danny’s ass, kneading the other cheek with his hand; he was getting hard in his jeans, his erection quickly stiffening hard and uncomfortable against the zipper. He’d gone commando–why not?--and was glad he had, because it was so much easier just to undo his fly and whip himself out. He jerked himself off and spread Danny open with his free hand. There was no more time to waste–his tongue made a fierce journey downward, licking over Danny’s rim to his balls, spending extra time tonguing those until those solid thighs were trembling. 

Sam was about to insist that Danny touch himself too, but his friend took that initiative all on his own, wrapping a hand around his cock while Sam worked his way back up, mouthing at him like Danny was a piece of ripe fruit. And perhaps Sam’s appetite was stronger than he’d even realized, because he was surprised at his own gusto during this act–he seldom did this for Danny, not because he didn’t want to but because he usually assumed Danny didn’t want it, and now he was literally drooling. Spit streamed down his chin and around Danny’s rim; Sam licked harder, deeper, getting him wet, making Danny moan softly, but when he tried to add a finger, Danny jolted and reached back to grab Sam’s hair.

“I’m gonna need more lubrication than that,” he said, and Sam’s dick twitched at how rough Danny’s voice already sounded. 

“So you wanna fuck?” Sam asked, teeth finding Danny’s flesh once more. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Seems like that’s what you want.”

Sam bit again, harder, and Danny yelped. “No, I wanna hear that you want me to, Danny.”

“I do,” Danny said, tenderly running his fingers through Sam’s hair. “I always want that.”

Sam stood up and pressed himself against Danny’s back, his cock rubbing against his ass. “God, you’re so hot,” he muttered, face in the curtain of dark curls. “You’re all mine, right?”

The split-second of hesitation wasn’t lost on Sam, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to analyze it now. “Yeah, Sam. All yours all the time.”

Danny was the one to lead the way to Sam’s bedroom, pushing him along while keeping their mouths locked in a series of haphazard kisses. Sam managed to kick himself out of his jeans while Danny pulled his shirt off, then Sam was shoved backwards onto the bed and Danny was climbing over him, so strong and beautiful that Sam felt something deep in his stomach ache even harder than his dick. 

Kisses moved from his lips to his neck and Sam sighed, closing his eyes and allowing Danny to whisk him away into his perfect fantasy world. Danny spent what felt like considerable time there, nurturing Sam’s neck and throat with soft kisses that made him begin to whine; Sam’s hands tangled in Danny’s hair when that talented mouth kept moving down, making a detour at Sam’s chest to nip at his skin and lick his nipples, all while Danny gently ground himself on his thigh. Sam’s belly was quivering by the time Danny got that far and his cock was weeping and twitching even before it was swallowed.

“God fucking damn it, Daniel,” Sam burst out raggedly, his limbs thrashing until Danny pinned his legs down and Sam steadied his hands in his hair. Sometimes Sam selfishly hoped that he’d be the only one to ever know how intuitively good Danny’s blowjob skills were–this was one of those times. He laid back and let his beautiful best friend carry on, those soft lips mouthing at his shaft between long, teasing licks all the way up, then back down. One hard flick against the head and then Danny was sinking back down; Sam’s hips bucked hard at the tight, wet sensation of tongue and throat around him.

Danny gagged and pressed Sam’s hips down with both hands, but the contraction only made Sam’s body convulse again. He was moaning and breathing hard, uninhibited, lost in the most intense pleasure someone could experience, exhaling praise until he must have pulled too hard on Danny’s damp hair.

“Okay, whoa,” Danny remarked, resorting to jerking Sam off. Sam looked down, worried he’d actually caused a real offense, but then Danny laughed. “Can’t stay still for me for one minute, Sammy?

Sam threw his head and arms back. “Please keep going. I’ll try to be good.”

Another chuckle–this time, a dangerous sounding one which made a whimper catch in Sam’s throat. He was so whipped and again beginning to wonder why he even tried to make it with anyone else. Danny never let him down in any way, ever. 

“Will you really?” Danny asked, to which Sam nodded and reached back down to stroke those curls as best he could. Danny seemed satisfied. He stroked Sam easily, spit and precum giving just the right grip and momentum, and Sam looked back down again to watch Danny’s face disappear between his legs.

“Oh my fucking god, Danny,” Sam eeked out, thighs twitching as Danny sucked on his balls.

“You wanna finish getting me ready?” Danny asked, bringing his mouth to Sam’s inner thigh.

“Sure, fine, fuck,” Sam answered, scrambling to sit up, hauling Danny up with him. He roped Danny into a deep but hurried kiss, trying to catch his breath before he pushed him off to the side, rolling him onto his back. Sam was just making his way down when Danny raised his eyebrows and gave a pointed look; Sam paused for a second, then groaned and shot up from the bed. “Lube. Yeah. Got it.” 

“Thank you,” Danny said, and when Sam successfully retrieved the bottle and was returning to the bed, he could see the smirk on his drummer’s face.

“You look like that now,” Sam remarked, pushing Danny’s legs apart and crawling between them. “But I’m gonna make you scream, Daniel.”

“We’ll see,” Danny said, but whatever doubt he held wasn’t something Sam was worried about. He was geared up now, rock hard and burning with lust and love that only this one person could set alight for him. He was sure Danny felt the same even if neither of them said it in such explicit terms. 

Sam began by squirting a generous glob of lube on Danny’s cock and it twitched when the cold goo made contact, which made Sam smirk in turn; he took its weight in his hand, stroking slowly a few times, which made Danny’s cheeks flare and his eyelashes briefly flutter. Encouraged even more, Sam took his newly wet hand down and wet Danny’s rim, circling gently while he stroked his cock with the other hand, watching for another reaction. Danny didn’t disappoint–on the next upward stroke, when Sam’s palm smothered the head of his cock, Sam watched Danny’s fingers grip the sheets tight. At that, Sam moved ahead with one finger, the resistance not as harsh as he expected. Danny was breathing evenly, evidently quite relaxed despite the unusual act, and his eyes were locked on Sam’s. 

“Not screaming yet,” Sam remarked, giving Danny a second finger and bringing his left hand back to himself to bring some much-needed relief. Although Danny was not screaming, he was breathing harder now and he’d brought his hands up over his head to grip the pillows. Sam was sure it was as uncomfortable as it felt good; he returned his hand to Danny’s erection, stroking while he moved his fingers below to shallowly thrust. Danny was still too quiet for Sam’s liking when he added a third finger; Sam could tell he was holding back, his chest visibly tight now and cheeks even redder, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

Sam slunk up Danny’s body, keeping his fingers inside, licking one long trail up his hip and torso until he got to his mouth. Danny’s hands threaded through Sam’s hair, pulling him in to begin kissing his lips and Sam smiled a little before giving him some room, and letting Danny take the lead there and slide their tongues together, manipulating the positioning of Sam’s face and sliding one hand down to rest around his neck. 

“Ready?” Sam asked.

Danny leaned back against the pillows. “As I’ll ever be.”

Sam kissed him again before moving back down, slowly pulling out his fingers while he sat on his knees between Danny’s legs. He ran his hands up those thighs, looking over his best friend. “I know from behind is probably easier,” he said, looking up and into Danny’s curious eyes. “But I wanna see your face while I fuck you.”

That flush returned to Danny’s cheeks. “Whatever you want, Sam.”

Sam reached over him, grabbing one of the pillows from beneath Danny’s head. “I love when you say that.” He brought that pillow down, tapping Danny on the leg so he’d lift his hips; he did and Sam propped him up, his own dick twitching with anticipation. He grabbed the lube and slathered himself up, pushing one of Danny’s legs back as he inched forward, Sam teasing Danny’s rim with the tip of his cock. “Tell me what you like.” He didn’t even necessarily want dirty talk–Sam felt that he needed reassurance more than anything. Reassurance that what they were doing was okay; that how Sam had started it was okay; that no matter what happened, they would have each other. That they belonged to each other.

As Sam hovered over him, slowly sliding in, Danny’s hands held onto those skinny forearms. “I like you,” he said, and Sam looked up again to see Danny wince. He pushed forward a little harder–neither of them needed that initial breach prolonged, Danny especially. Danny’s grip on him tightened and he groaned softly before he added, “In fact–in fact, I love you Sam. Always have.”

Sam traded Danny’s leg for his cock. “Yeah? You do?” The question came out more teasing than he’d intended. He pushed forward again, working them both through the thick of it and into Sam’s own personal bliss, at least–he began to jerk Danny off to get him there too. 

“Idiot,” Danny said with a grunt, still holding Sam in a death grip. “You know I do. Now fuck me already.”

Sam snorted and shoved his hips forward, quickly working up to a steady, snapping pace. “Fine. You asked for it.” He kept his hand stroking Danny’s cock steadily while he kept looking at his face, studying his features. So much had changed since they were young–the shy, awkward, fumbling boy was still there. Sam saw him so frequently and each time he did, he felt his heart clench; Sam had retained his own ridiculous penchant for chaos and silliness, but these days it was so weird to have it made public. He loved it–they all did–but sometimes Sam wanted all of it all to himself. He wanted Danny to himself, and realizing that in its totality as he was fucking him felt like a little too much to handle.

“Oh god,” Sam moaned, already out of breath and sweating too much for comfort. In the second he closed his eyes, he felt Danny pulling him down and stealing his breath away even more as he kissed him hard. Sam had to let go of Danny’s cock but his best friend took that over, squeezing his arm between them to jerk himself off, his knuckles grating against Sam’s stomach, while Sam buried his hands in Danny’s hair.

“That’s really good, Sam,” Danny encouraged between sloppy exchanges of lips and tongue. “No one fucks me like you do.”

After a sharp bite to Danny’s chin, Sam said, “I’m the only one who fucks you.” While he kept thrusting and Danny stayed silent, he pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Right?”

Danny rubbed his free hand down Sam’s shoulder, petting his arm and then his waist. “Yup,” was all he said, then moaned quietly and brought his hand back up to try and coerce Sam’s mouth back down to his.

But that one word wasn’t enough for Sam and Danny still hadn’t gotten loud. He picked up the pace even more, pounding into him with all the strength and energy he had in his body; now Danny couldn’t even kiss him. Moans and broken curses were spilling out of him, a rough, low song in Sam’s ears that made his entire body tingle. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged, his own voice rough too. “Keep jerking off for me while I fuck you, Danny. You wanna come?” Danny nodded in response, biting his lip and blinking up at Sam. Sam kept himself hovering, his hair hanging in both of their faces, their noses almost touching. “Tell me.”

Danny strained his neck against the pillow, head tilting back while his back arched upwards, his hips taking Sam’s ferocious thrusts easily, though Sam was sure they’d both have bruises tomorrow. “I do, Sammy,” Danny said, knuckles still sliding beneath Sam’s increasingly tensed, sweaty stomach. “I wanna come. You gonna make me come?”

With a huff, Sam leaned back and smacked Danny’s hand away to take over. He stroked as hard as he thrust, Danny’s cock leaking and getting even harder somehow. He was close, and Sam was impressed with himself. Sam was close too, the impending orgasm rumbling low in his belly, tingling down into his balls, but Danny was still facing away, eyes closed, and Sam needed to fix that.

He took Danny’s jaw in his hand and tilted his head back to face each other. Danny whimpered and that impending orgasm in Sam’s body reared its head so fast, he didn’t even realize it was happening at first, not until his heart caught up to his head. He panted, struggling to get oxygen into his lungs, and his hips twitched and stuttered until they stilled, but then Danny groaned and clawed at him. 

“What?” Sam asked, his act of stroking Danny bringing him back down to earth. “You want more?”

“I’m so close, Sam,” Danny said, almost sounding like he was going to cry. It was so fucking hot Sam knew he would get hard again if he had any spare moment, but now it was Danny’s turn. He pulled out, flaccid and dripping, but pushed himself between Danny’s legs again to hump him with the same fervor he’d fucked him. Sam almost asked, but Danny did just what he wanted regardless–he kept looking into Sam’s eyes. When Danny’s gaze wandered down to his lips, Sam felt the hot, wet release begin to coat his fingers.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Sam cooed, the words coming deep from his chest. Another few strokes and Danny was pushing his hand away; Sam spared him too much more stimulation, settling to flop entirely on top of him. 

“God, you’re heavier than you look,” Danny noted, but Sam felt those strong arms wrap around his waist just the same. Danny snuggled against his shoulder and Sam sighed, heart still thumping hard. 

“You’re so perfect,” Sam said, closing his eyes. It wasn’t just post-sex nonsense–he really meant it. “I really don’t know why I fuck anyone else.”

Danny chuckled, petting Sam’s hair. “Why do you?”

“‘Cause you do.” 

A snort. “Not even half as much as you do, Sammy. Get real.”

“Calling me a slut?”

Danny kissed his collarbone. “Yeah. I don’t mind. Just like it best when you’re my slut.”

Sam rolled over onto his back, keeping one arm lying across Danny’s stomach. “I can be your slut whenever you want. Just tell me when.”

There was such a long pause that Sam had to worry if he’d somehow said the wrong thing, but then Danny asked, “All the time?”

Sam turned his head to look at him. He knew what Danny was asking. “Really?”

Danny nodded, looking at the ceiling. “Yeah.” Sam couldn’t answer yet, pondering what it would entail, and during his pontification, Danny added, “Will you at least consider it?”

Sam snaked over Danny’s upper body to kiss him. “I will definitely consider it,” he said. When he looked at him again, Danny looked so much softer than usual, like Sam’s fucking had actually been what he needed too. “Will you consider taking another shower?”

Danny smiled. “With you in there with me?”

Sam snapped his teeth against Danny’s jaw. “Duh.”

Danny began to sit up, lifting Sam with his hands underneath his armpits, his touch ticklish and making Sam laugh. “Request granted.” 

#greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner #sam kiszka #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam gvf #danny gvf #josh gvf #jake gvf #sanny #gvf fan fiction #gvf smut #gvf slash #danny wagner x sam kiszka

[azrielgreen]

This is long. Forgive me.

Also, I have posted this on AO3 as well, cause sharing the love!

Right, I think the only way to do this is thus...

Jason... I hated Jason in the show. He was vile, and he scared me more than Vecna did. He showed the true depth of human fear and hatred, and he was terrifying. In this, I love that you gave him a second chance to show who he truly could be given the right environment. By the time Steve didn’t once let go of his hand, I was in love. He was so beautiful in this, well crafted and thought out. His journey wasn’t a slow thing. It took time, trust, and love. Thank you for giving him and us the chance to know him.

The boys, not including Will...the three of them are so sweet in this, just as they should be. I loved how you had Dustin and Lucas play if each other, how they worked together on their theories, how they gave each other the confidence to say what they thought and back it up with science. With Mike I’m so glad he got to be the soft caring Mike we all know he can be. He was so beautiful in learning to show his emotions and feel no shame, to voice his concerns for those he loves knowing he would be listened to. You gave them all a voice in this, keeping them true to themselves, making them feel alive rather than just being there.

Will...damn I love that boy, his instinctive caring nature, his shyness in his own self. We all know how powerful he is, how amazing, bright, and beautiful he will always be. I love the relationship he has with Eddie and Steve, how he slowly opens up to them, allows them in, and how they let him take the lead. I love the question about the world with the monster and the smile he only gives in response to Steve saying no and asking if the monster was scary. That was Little Bit wasn’t it?

Max and El... their friendship was pure light, pure life. I loved how they talked with Steve, letting him learn with them. Max is so special, her to the point nature, allowing brutally honest conversation that help bring to light facts that help them all at times. She’s like a little flame that shows people the truth of things, never shying away what’s before her just showing the truth of it all. El is pure joy. Despite everything, she just brings light and laughter into her world, sharing it with those around her. When she tells Hopper that his kids are just like him and he says that they are all little assholes and she deadpan responds that no, they are all superhero’s, I cried! Again, you brought them to life, made them real, and had them be the beautiful lights they are.

Hopper...oh my god, that man, that beautiful gruff, hard-headed man. I cried when you brought him back when he walked out of that bathroom. He is just brilliant in this, the pinnacle of being a good person, of putting family and loved ones first. Sure he does it with gruff words, and an angry frown and a few swear words scattered throughout, but he wouldn’t be him if he didn’t put some sort of affronted look on while happily doing it. I love that you made Steve his, gave him a son, gave him another child to love and care for. But also to give Steve an adult he could love and trust because he needed that, he needed that so bad after everything Sylvia and Daniel put him through.

The rest of the adults... I have to say I wish all adults were so understanding and accepting. Just taking things as they were thrown at them and simply saying “as long as you are happy and safe”. That is how it should be, how people should love, with knowing its not their right to choose how others live, but it is their choice on how they react.

Chrissy... this beautiful bright light of a human. We saw it in the show, that light softness that was still there despite everything she was going through and you ran with it. She is so lovely in this, just a tiny little fluff ball of joy and light. The dynamic she adds to the four of them is so spot on, the way she just slips in like she was always meant to be there, to be part of their pack. I love her relationship with Steve, how she instinctively became a fellow Omega, loving on him in a way the others didn’t. But more so I loved her and Eddie, again, we see a little snippet of what could be on the show and again you ran with it. Their cute nicknames, the way they played and leaned on each other was just so lovely and made me smile so much.

Robin... God love her. Her every word, action, and thought was just so her. Her relationship with Steve is a thing of pure love, pure need. They are definitely soul mates, totally made for each other in a way not many people get to have. The scene in the bathroom, when Steve wakes covered in blood, is done so well. I’m sure when that door opened, she wanted to scream, make a fuss, but she had promised, and she kept that promise, only looking at him. She is so amazing, she reminds me of my best friend so much.

Robin and Chrissy.... arghhh so perfect! Their dynamic is spot on, I wish we got to see a little more of their relationship, more spilt coffee, please!

Doors... love, love, love this idea. Being able to travel through worlds, seeing imagined lives, seeing the what if’s. The construction of this idea must have taken some time to make it plausible and real. I liked that Steve had a guide, that little Stevie got to be with him, show what to do, how it worked, that he got Charlie, he was sweet and cute. The scene with Sammy was brilliant, and heart wrenching, to be able to see her grown up and alive was such a gift, for us readers and Steve. Then...then, you threw in Eddie, not just any Eddie, our Eddie, the one from the show, I cried, I was happy he was there, helping Steve understand that he deserved love, just as he did in the show, just as he always has in every story written about the two of them. What I love most about this concept is that not only does it link each and everyone of your stories together it also links every single story written about them because this concept is unending and infinite ♾️.

Eddie... my love, my beloved, God, I love this boy. Every incarnation of him is just amazing, especially when he loves the way he does. This Eddie, Alpha, is so raw. The struggle he has with becoming who he is, is so real and heart-breaking. He truly believes he is unlovable, a monster. The time when they broke up was horrible, I know we saw it through Steve but you still felt how horrible it was for Eddie too, especially having that need to care for Steve and not being able to and having to reconcile those feelings with his Alpha self as well as his human side. He tried so hard not to push Steve, to let him do what he needed even as it went against ever instinct in him. I love how you don’t romanticise what they have. You make it very hard, very real, make it imperfect, and above all you make it human.

Steve... my sweet sweet boy. You gave him magic! You gave him powers to be what ever he needed to be, let him become what he had to be. Beautiful inhuman monster, made all the more human because when humans love to their full ability they are magic. Steve is love personified, he breaks, becomes fragile and brittle when he can not love, doesn’t understand why some people just can’t accept what he so willingly offers, and it destroys him. He becomes this new thing, a new word, Omega, because he just loves so deeply, so wholeheartedly and being human isn’t enough to give the love he has inside of him. Him loving Eddie was always going to be a lot for Eddie to bare, for someone who thought themselves unlovable suddenly having the love of Steve was never going to go down well. I know why Steve felt so hurt and crushed by what Eddie said, being told his love was too much, would have of course broken him. Their time apart again, horrible, but it was nothing to when Eddie died. God that stole my breath, it broke me, had me crying, sobbing because I could feel what Steve was feeling. It took me a while to push through that part, to get to the other side of it because you made the pain so real.

I think, if I could, I would spend a year going through this story, breaking it down, analysing it, showing the world just what you have created, and that it is a work of genius. Nearly 400k words of pure brilliance is something you need to be proud of. It is an accomplishment not many authors have made. I looked up how many published books have that many words, and there are not many above that word count, but you are up there with the likes of Stephan King and George R.R Martin.

Az, thank you for letting me bombard you with silly little Asks as I have read Touched, it has been amazing to touch base with you, to tell you my little thoughts and feeling as I have read. I could never give you enough praise for what you have accomplished, what you have shared.

So, thank you, just thank you.

Natasha x

OH MY GOD THIS *BEAUTIFUL* GENEROUS KINDNESS JUST MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME, THANK YOU MY DARLING SO SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[elytrafemme]

my thoughts on "we're all doomed" (by THE daniel howell <333)

warning this is a little critical but altogether written with love <3

i never gave my We're All Doomed takes i'm realizing. okay so i love daniel howell and i'm really glad that this show was healing from him, i could definitely see dystopia daily and the pieces he's discussed of his scrapped (via YouTube's fuck ups) comedy special within the show itself. i thought that the set design/music/lights was fucking INCREDIBLE and i adored the opening segment, the ending of act 1 monologue, and the ending of the show overall.

that being said, i think the show was not like... narratively cohesive? it was a lot of segments that didn't really logically follow from one another, and they would range from being genuinely funny to going on for entirely too long (the judge segment being his favorite shocked me because... Uh). the ending of act one didn't really roll over into the start of act two in a way that made sense to me-- it set me up for an entirely different direction of act two that i think i would have maybe preferred? similar with the wardrobe change, it was gorg and i understood what he was going for but it didn't really hit as well as it could because i think it was mistimed.

my main complaint, which will not be well-received for anyone who cares deeply about this due to the fact that WAD was distinctly a comedy special, is the fact that i'm like... a leftist? and i know daniel howell is in his own rich-British-white-man way, but a lot of the "takes" confused me because i couldn't tell if he was genuinely trying to make a strong argument as a left-wing person (in which case i think i'm allowed to have respectful criticism of it) or if it was supposed to lean heavy on the satire (in which case ???). obviously this is no critical commentary/cancellation of him as a person, he's great and has done SO much good in the world, i'm not trying to imply he's the worst or whatever. it was just funny because me and my friend (also a leftist) kept squinting at the camera being like... okay dan this is an... interesting argument. this majorly happened in the last segment, when he just did the costume change and tried to talk about global events and he made a VERY good argument but gave us hell along the way because at several points it almost became the worst take ever (trying to relate global events to things in his personal life was definitely like... a decision. for sure.)

in any case, i did adore it, if only for the segments i listed above that i liked. the fan reacts were cute (we couldnt' get ours to work :( ), i fucking LOVED the orange carpet before the show and the Q&A after. me and my friend had a really good time, and i can't wait for what he works on next. also i might cave and buy merch but that depends on how unwise my other purchases this month are.

overall: i have 48 hr access to it but i don't intend to rewatch any part of it, i am glad i watched it at all though and i am left with fond feelings about daniel howell knowing how much the show meant to him-- i've been in that dark place and having that hope means SO much. ultimately though, i didn't love the political commentaries sprinkled throughout, but the show was good. proud of him.

#nightmare.personal #not sure if i should tag this but if anybody else has seen WAD i wonder if u know what i mean #Like this again isn't to say that i can't just enjoy a comedy piece with political themes without scrutinizing it #but like obviously i don't discuss this here for safety reasons but i would consider myself a rather involved person in the political spher #so there's going to be a degree of cynicism (which i am trying to combat) regarding lukewarmish leftist takes

[dopaminergicaddictions]

3/4/24

3:49 p.m

Why do I have this effect on therapists? The word countertransference...

For the record Elise- if you're here I don't even remotely feel like either of us experienced transference. I believe we were/are both attracted to eachother and we knew something else was there. That's all I'm going to say about you in that regard. I hope you're showing up and I was right about us meeting in that capacity so we could be apart of eachothers lives one day... also if you just drop in please read the last two entries.. I'd like you to read the whole book but it's a lot to ask to have you make an account spend countless hours reading some idiots writing. Also idk if you're here. I'm probably stupid and crazy.

Let's start with Kristen. I'm not going to talk about reporting her. I'm going to talk about how she brought mutual attraction like 6 separate times. I'm going to talk about how she was an awkward turle everytime I went in office. And how I was and how there was an elephant in, in person sessions. Once I was complaining about being bald and it was a Thursday. Almost at the end of our session and she legit put her head in her arms.. after bringing up mutual attraction that week again. And she ended the session without picking up her head but before she put her head down she brought up a random vacation...that would stop us from seeing eachother next week..... on our last session of the week at the end instead of telling me about it before on Tuesday. And then I proceeded to talking about how I couldn't find someone and being bald was holding me back and she put her head in her arms. And ended the session. It was obv there was mutual attraction. And transference. It interfered with her ability to console me when I talked about being unable to find someone attracted to me... many times she kinda shut down. She also brought up mutual attraction enough times that I knew she was attracted to me.

Now let's segway to why I'm bringing this up: i noticed on my fb my current therapist had sent me a friend request 6 weeks ago. After I had sent my first email to her for therapist client but before we were therapist and client. As It took me 3 more weeks after that initial weekend to set up an appointment...

I noticed her friend request and the time stamp and put together it was before we were therapist and client.

I didn't accept or deny it. I wanted to bring it up in therapy as by the time I noticed it, we were already therapist and client. I noticed it 3 weeks ago. We are going to be on our like 4th or 5th appt.

So I brought it up last week. I said I noticed it when we were therapist and client. I said that I didn't accept or deny it but I wanted to talk about it. I said if I had seen it before we became therapist and client I would have accepted it and talked to her personally but by the time I saw it it was too late. She pretended she forgot that she sent it. She reacted to my, "I would have known you personally if I had seen it beforehand," with an awe and a big smile and said something like, " awwwww we could have been friends." I brought it up towards the end of the session and we left off on we can talk about it this week. It was kinda open ended she wanted time to think about how to respond.

I got an email from her this week asking for her supervisor to join... it made me really unhappy as all Danielle has to say is, " we are therapist and client now it doesn't matter if could have been friends as that's not how it happened but it would have been nice and I would have wanted to. Either way though we have built a rapport and as long ad you're comfortable with it, we should remain therapist and client. I can't be your friend bc of our current relationship. Are you comfortable with remaining therapist and client? Please fill me in in what you think about what I said." I would have said, "that's what I expected to hear. I'm totally good being therapist and client. I like that I can relate to you about hearing voices. I just wanted to talk about the friend request as it was a surprise to me and obviously if I had seen it before we started our therapeutic relationship i would have talked to you personally but what was meant to happen happened and I'm 100% good with seeing you as my therapist I already do and now that we talked about it, we cleared the air." Bam now let me unload on you about this, that and the other thing...

I denied letting her supervisor join as it would make me uncomfortable. She responded saying she, "I will be very transparent, there is a lot of countertransference that is coming up for me in sessions and I’d like my supervisor there for support. I do not think I am the right therapist match for you, however we can talk more about that tomorrow."

So yea. I'm about to lose her as a therapist. We can't really have an open conversation about potential friendship with her supervisor there. I was actually wrong about what her supervisor meant. I thought she was inviting her to make it less awkward when she, therapisted me... if that makes sense as if I couldn't handle the current relationship we have staying that way.

Now I have to find a new therapist. I can't even ask her questions about well what does that mean we had a 4 week now 5 week therapist client relationship.... are we going to be friends eventually cause I really needed a therapist I could relate to.

Transference has been a major thing for my last 2 therapeutic relationships... I guess I have that effect on me people.

My stupid voice hallucination keeps saying- Nathan you're hot and personality plays a role in it. That's why. And you know I know factually Kristen wanted to have sex with me. She prob had some emotional feelings towards me. I'm sure it was more than. Just sex/attraction... but yea...

Now idk what Danielle thinks exactly... it could he fear or anger bc of what I'm going through. It could be that she sees herself in me..it could also be attraction/ jealously that I talk about Elise all the time. IDK BUT NOW I NEED A NEW THERAPIST

[soulkeeper801]

They don’t know about us pt. 6

(A/N: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5)

Rosé x F!reader

You’re an idol and Blackpink’s Rosé just wanna have fun.

VI

“My agency kinda misses the idea of us dating,” Sana said, chuckling slightly after taking a sip to her coffee.

You shook your head, smiling sincerely.

You two were at a café, enjoying an afternoon together as you have been doing for the last months almost once a week. You learnt so much about each other and started to get closer.

“My company didn’t know what to do with the sudden attention,” you said, remembering how wild the last month had been, “they were so worried about having a comeback as soon as possible just to attract more fans.”

She laughed again.

“I think all that fuzz only brought us even closer,” she stated. “I’m glad we’ve become this close”.

You nodded. “Me, too. I think you’re one of the closest friends I have in this industry. I’m also glad Jihyo and Daniel can finally be together without having us as chaperons”.

She kept on laughing. It was the way you both were able to let go of all the stress. Laughing.

“They have been very lucky with how fans took the news,” she said, letting her mind wander around as she fixed her gaze on the table”.

“What’s on your mind?”

“I don’t know, it’s just… unfair”, she said, her gaze fixed now on you. “I wish you had the same chance to come out to the light with your relationship…”

You sighed. By this point of your friendship, you both knew all about each other. Rosé was always gonna be a big part of your life and of course Sana knew about it. She was so glad you trusted her enough to let her know and she always showed her support.

“I guess some things just aren’t meant to be…”

She shook her head. “Have you talked about it? Because the last thing she knew was that we were dating…”

You smiled sadly, “yeah, I didn’t have a chance to tell her it wasn’t like that. She must know by now that we weren’t, yet she hasn’t reached out either…”

She groaned, “Y/N!!! You have to let her know! I can see in your eyes it still hurts. Anything can happen if you just talk to her!”.

“What if she has someone already?”

“You don’t know that,” she stated. “Come on, I’m taking you there,” she said, showing the keys of her car.

“W-what?!”

“Y/N. you’re one of my best friends in the whole world. I want to see you happy. I know she’s the one that will bring the happy Y/N back”, she looked at you directly in your eyes, “please, let me do this for you”.

You nodded and took her hand. As frightened as you were, you knew you wanted to see her. Whatever happened, you both deserved some closure.

But somehow you wished it had a happy ending.

As you arrived at her place and stepped out of the car, Sana let you know you could call her if anything went wrong and she would be there in a second.

You thanked her and made your way to the elevator. So many memories came to you in a second. So overwhelmed in your thoughts didn’t realize you were standing right in front of her door.

As you were about to knock, the door opened suddenly.

A girl with big, beautiful eyes was standing right in front of you with a bag on her shoulder as she was about to leave. Maybe she was as surprised as you.

You took a step back and nodded as a greeting, “I’m sorry, I was looking for…”

“Y/N”, Jennie said. You were taken aback. “I was about to leave, do you want me to call her?”.

You nodded and waited for her to come out. You were so nervous even breathing was hard.

Jennie came back and stood in front of you. “Y/N?”, she said before leaving, “I’m just gonna say this one time and I want you to understand it”, she looked you directly in the eyes.  “Don’t hurt her”.

You gulped as she passed by you.

“Huh?”, a clueless Rosé appeared before you and her eyes widened as plates when she realized who it was. “W-what are you doing here?”

No words. You couldn’t think of anything to say. You didn’t know you missed her this much until that moment.

“Come in,” she said before you could even react, signaling the way with her hand for you.

You just nodded and made your way to her couch.

“I…” was the first thing that came out of your mouth. But the train of thought stopped there. You had missed her place, her smile, the smell of her perfume in the air. You had missed spending time on that couch telling her about your life and she telling you about hers.

“...wanna say sorry”.

She kept looking at you expectantly.

“I disappeared without saying a word and never texted back”.

Her eyes were fixed on you, as if she was examining your features.

“The rumor about me and Sana, they are false. We’re good friends,” you continued. “These past few months have been really weird for me and my feelings are all over the place. I want to say I’m confused but…” you directed your gaze to her, “I think I have always been sure about them”.

She took your hand and left a kiss on it.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she said, her lips grazing your skin. “I have a lot of things to say to you but I wasn’t as brave as you to look for you”.

She sighed, “It’s been a long time since I realized I love you. All this time I thought it would eventually go away and I would move on with my life, but it didn’t. I was too afraid of what the girls could think of me or how the company would react if I ever came out to them. But when I lost you, I knew there wouldn’t be a bigger pain than what I felt at that time”.

As a tear rolled down her cheek, you pulled her into a hug, “I thought I wasn’t gonna be able to hold you like this anymore,” you whispered into her neck and felt her sobbing at your words. “I’m willing to play by your rules. I don’t mind anything as long as I can have you with me again, I…”.

She shook her head as she pushed you away, “no, Y/N”, she said, wiping her tears. “I’m sorry I was so stubborn about what we had. I don’t want you to feel like I’m ashamed of us, you deserve better,” she said, breathing in so she could calm a bit, “and I want to be better for you, for us”.

You smiled sadly. It wasn’t the first time you had heard those words. But you wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, this time it was true.

“The girls know about you. They knew something was happening to me and they weren’t surprised when I talked to them about you. I was happy just remembering the good times we spent together,” she smiled at you. “Then I went to the company and talked to our manager and the president. They said it’s up to me whatever I do with my personal life… and I want you to be part of my life”.

She had a smile on her face as her hands were cupping yours. You couldn’t help but crash your lips against hers. She pushed you against the couch and straddled your waist before going for your lips again.

“I missed you so much,” you said as she left kisses on your neck.

You felt her smile against your skin, “I missed you more”.

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“And the winner for this week is…” the MC announced.

It had been six months since Rosé and you had gotten back together. She introduced you to her members properly and you spent a lot of time with them. She also got to meet your bandmates and even taught them some singing techniques that they appreciated a lot.

You two were currently at a music show waiting for the winner of the week to be announced as Blackpink was nominated. You stood at the back of the crowd, looking intently at the supporting screens internally hoping the next words coming from the MC’s mouth were…

“...Blackpink!”, he shouted.

The confetti bombs exploded at the stage as it filled with cheers. You and your members were at the back cheering for the winners.

“Thank you so much!”, Jennie said. “We are thankful to our blinks who give us so much strength to keep on going and giving the best of us”.

“Thank you to our producer who has worked so hard with us for this song, the choreographers and the vocal teachers, thank you so much,” Lisa added.

You were making your way out of the stage with your members, when you heard Rosé take the mic.

“I also want to say a special thank you to my favorite girl in the world,” you froze at those words, “my wonderful girlfriend, Y/N, who has been my biggest support for the past months”, she said, signaling to the side where you were. The whole crowd turned to you, the camera men focused their attention on you, even the PDs were confused at the moment.

You didn’t know how to react.

Fortunately, your girlfriend called you to her side and you hurriedly made your way over there. She received you with open arms and left a tiny kiss on your lips. You hugged her and cheered with the other girls, bowed and made your way out of the stage again so they could proceed with their encore.

As soon as you were off camera, you looked back at her in disbelief as she mouthed I love you and sent you a finger heart.

You shook your head with a big grin on your face. 

And this was just the beginning.

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(A/N: The last part is finally here. Thank you for your patience with this series!)

#blackpink imagine #blackpink scenarios #blackpink rosé imagine #blackpink rosé #twice sana scenario #rose imagine #rose scenarios #Rosé imagine #rosé scenarios #park chaeyoung scenario #park chaeyoung imagine #non AU #kpop idol AU #rosé x fem reader #rosé x reader #rosé x f!reader #rosé girlfriend imagine #soulkeeper801

[casualpersonapersonpeach]

Slashers reacting to you dressing up !!!

I just felt like it plssss. Anyways for context it's just the reader dressing up fancy/ pretty! What that looks like is up to you!!!! Enjoy :) <3

Brahms Heelshire:

He thinks that you look so beautiful!! He blushes a lot too. He gets a bit flustered. But he is genuinely so excited to see you dress up! But he appreciates the gesture so much and will compliment you a lot!

Jason Voorhees:

He just stands there. But don't take offence! He is just stunned a little bit. He didn't think anybody would really want to dress up pretty for him... Ever, so he is just in shock! But afterwards he will definitely communicate to you that you look amazing. He will definitely be thanking you for thinking of him.

Vincent Sinclair:

Just like Jason, Vincent is speechless. He will show you how thankful he is. Vincent will be nervous to touch you though, he's just very nervous. He will let you know how good you look! Afterwards, he will be asking if he is allowed to sculpt you like this in this outfit though. It's definitely his favourite look on you.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo is smug as anything. He will compliment you so much. He'll tell you how how good you look to him. He will check you out the entire time too, this being good or bad news to you is up for you to decide. He will touch your shoulders a lot too in admiration. Bo will undoubtedly get such an ego boost from this, knowing that you're HIS s/o and that you look this good.

Lester Sinclair:

Lester is blushing as soon as he sees you. He is about ready to faint as soon as you tell him you dressed up for him! He'll breathlessly tell you how pretty you look to him! He will have the biggest smile on his face as well. He will have such a big boost of energy, he's just so happy. He isn't used to seeing people dress up much when they're in Ambrose, so to say he's grateful is such an understatement! He loves it.

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba is exhilarated! He's also so intrigued by the craftsmanship of the clothes you're wearing also. Him being a bit of a sower himself, he definitely can appreciate the skill that went into your fancier clothes. This just makes him appreciate this act even more! He is making a lot of happy sounds and is gesturing to you to let you know that you are the most attractive person he's ever seen!

Michael Myers:

He is confused at first. He doesn't really understand what occasion you're dressed up for. Did he forget an anniversary or something? He shrugs it off. He comes up to you, he's confused, but he acknowledges that you do look so fine! He will eventually get that you're dressing up for him! He will be thankful, but he is a little colder than some of the other slashers. So while he most likely won't say to you that you look good, he will exhale a long breath. He hopes you get what he means, 'You look nice '. He just prefers not to talk anyways.

Daniel Robitaille:

He thinks you look so classy. So elegant. He gives you a sweet little smirk. He does not hesitate to charmingly compliment you. He will definitely say to you; " My angel, did I tell you that you are the most divine creature I have ever seen? ". His charm will always make your heart melt. He's such a smooth talker, it's hard to ignore.

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas may drop whatever he is holding in his hand by mistake. Do not worry! He is just so taken back. He thinks you are the most beautiful/attractive person he's ever laid his eyes on. He also like Bo, has an ego boost. But he also feels a sense of pride. He's so proud that you're his s/o. You look angelic to him. He will definitely let you know this is how he feels too. I believe Tommy is one to be open with his emotions. He appreciates this!

#brahms heelshire #jason voorhees #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #bubba sawyer #michael myers #daniel robitaille #thomas hewitt #friday the 13th #house of wax #texas chainsaw massacre #halloween #candyman #x reader

[miyagifangkai]

Bundle of Joy

Request: would i be able to request a johnny lawrence x fem!reader set in s4 (if you’ve seen it) where reader finds out she’s pregnant? and johnny’s obviously busy with the tournament and eagle fang stuff so she’s really worried about how he’ll react and if he’d even want it? she’s also in her early to mid 20’s so everyone in eagle fang/miyagi do thinks she’s the coolest :)) feel free to change anything you want from it :)

Tagged: @flowercrowns-goodvibes

Word Count: 2,667 (:

Warnings: Not really none, cursing, mentions of sex, some angst and fluff

Characters involved: Johnny, F!Reader, Daniel, Hawk, Miguel, Demetri, Sam

Couple Pairing: Johnny x Reader

A/N: thank you so much for the request! This was really fun to write! I hope you love it and enjoy reading it! 💕 love you so much 🥰

You stand there in shock as you look at the test that reads “positive”.

You don’t believe it at first so you went out and bought two more and they both read “positive” as well. “This can’t be happening.” You mumble to yourself. Everything starts to become hazy as you’re trying to rack your brain on what went wrong. You’re on the pill and he used a condom? You just didn’t understand it. There’s a chance the condom broke and he just didn’t think to tell you because you were on the pill. That’s the only way. You and Johnny have only been together for close to a year just a month or two shy from it. He’s gonna be so disappointed or be so mad. Or worse… he’s gonna leave you. You splash some water on your face and take a deep breath, “Okay, let’s get it together. We have to.” You decide to call your doctor to figure out how far along you could be just for precaution. You’re going to wait a few more days until you tell Johnny because you can’t handle the thought of losing him just yet. You’ll have to hide your prenatal vitamins for a while so he doesn’t find out. There’s no way you could handle an abortion; would Johnny even consider that any way? You have no idea what he’s gonna say. You’re not ready for marriage and he’s so busy with his dojo that he doesn’t have time to take care of a child or plan a wedding. God, did you just think about marriage? Becoming a “Lawrence” that’s a big step. That’s a very scary step.

One thing you are kind of excited for is to tell the students at the dojo. They’re all gonna freak and be so excited. You can’t wait to see their smiling faces and start asking you so many questions that you aren’t even sure you could answer yet. To see Sam completely enamored with you and so curious about how it feels to be pregnant. Of course, Miguel and the “Binary Brothers” fighting over who gets to feel your belly first; they’re gonna be so ecstatic. You really loved those kids.

You always got along so well with them from joking around during their lesson to only get a sigh of disapproval from Johnny and Daniel.

Tons of “wait, Johnny, don’t you think you’re being a little too rough on them?” Or “hold on, can I try that move?” Until you run Johnny absolutely insane but he loved you for it and the students adored you.

You even took the time to bother Daniel during his lesson as well but he was far more patient than Johnny was and actually taught you some karate moves with the others. Even showing you the famous “Crane Kick” and you staring at him in awe and then saying, “So, you’re telling me that’s what won the tournament for you against my boyfriend?” You hear Sam laugh in the back corner at her father and Daniel says, “Yes. Nailed him straight in the face. If you only knew… he deserved it.” You look at him with wide eyes just dying to know what Johnny did to deserve it and you start to open your mouth to ask when Johnny walks in and interrupts the lesson, “Flirting with my girl, Larusso?”

Daniel sighs in annoyance, “No, Johnny. I was actually telling her about how I beat you back in the day.” Which causes Johnny to roll his eyes, “Oh, okay. An illegal kick to the face, asshole.” Both of the men start to step closer towards each other and you feel like at any given moment they’d start comparing dick sizes. You step in between them and say, “Babe, stop. You two are insufferable. C’mon Johnny.” You take his hand and lead him back outside to his students and you see Miguel and Hawk smile and wave at you. You stand in between them and say, “This spot taken?” They nod their heads “no” and you start training with them until Johnny starts to get too rough and that’s when you’d tap out. Johnny couldn’t help but get soft with you when you would step away from the lesson, where he would’ve made fun of his other students by calling them a “nerd”, he would always give you a small embrace and squeeze your hand; making the others groan and shout, “GET A ROOM.” You both would chuckle and he’d let you go to sit down and observe the rest of the lesson.

Oh my gosh, are you actually planning on going through with this? You’re sure the students are gonna love it but you aren’t so sure about Johnny. He doesn’t have the best track record with raising a child and you’re afraid that he’s gonna freak out because of his past mistakes. You finish putting your hair up, grab your car keys, and go to your doctors’ appointment.

After your appointment, you found out that you're almost 2 months pregnant. Holy shit, you couldn’t believe it. You’re already a month in.. you’re gonna be a mother. What a responsibility this is gonna be; how terrifying is this? Gosh, you just know Johnny is gonna freak. You’ve never felt more afraid in your entire life. On top of growing another human being inside your stomach you’re afraid that you’re gonna lose the one person you love to death. How were you even gonna tell him?

Johnny comes by the next morning to pick you up for Miyagi Fang training. You still had no idea if you were gonna tell him today or not. You were afraid to.

You get in the car slowly with shaky hands and as you get comfortable in your seat you immediately start bouncing your leg.

Johnny looks at you, “Babe, are you okay?” You look at him trying to use your best poker face, “Yeah, Johnny. I'm sorry. I'm just a little tired today,” you fake a yawn. Johnny knew that wasn’t the real reason; he knew you all too well.

“So, I was thinking we could go to dinner this evening.”

You perk up a bit, “Oh nice! Where? Are we doing fancy? Or are we doing burger joint?”

“I'm thinking somewhere in the middle like Italian.. we could eat some good pasta and maybe sample some wine.” You suck in a huge bubble of air as he says this. You try not to hyperventilate in front of him. “Babe, c’mon? You don’t like that idea? I heard you sigh.” Johnny places his hand on your thigh and starts rubbing your thigh with his thumb. This was a normal habit of his which never got a rise out of you too often but you didn’t know if it was the hormones or what but damn.

“Nah, Johnny. I’m not feeling that tonight. How about In-N-Out?” He gives you a weird look that you can’t exactly place, sometimes it was hard to gauge Johnny. But he agrees with you nonetheless. You two arrive at the dojo and see the students waiting for you guys to show up. Everyone waves at you guys and you wave back mouthing the word “Hi!” to them. Johnny turns off the car and opens his door and says, “Alright, get in a line.” Everyone lines up as they usually do and he unlocks the gate as his students file in. Daniel and Johnny decided to hold their lessons separately with Johnny being outside today.

You go and sit beside the koi pond and watch Johnny do his work. You loved watching him converse with his students; especially the way he gets along with Miguel. He treats him like a long lost son of his and you can see the love in his eyes when he looks at that kid. He treats all of his students with, admittedly tough love, but love. He values his work to the utmost degree and you can tell when he’s had a good lesson. He’ll take you out to dinner and definitely treat you well; then you two would go back to his place and make love… your thoughts go back to your pregnancy. You’re gonna have to tell him soon. You feel like you’re pretty far along at this point and of course, Johnny deserves to know.

After their lessons you go and talk to a now purple haired Hawk, Miguel, Demetri, and Sam.

“Hey guys, have fun today?”

Sam takes a deep breath, “Yeah, it was good, but kinda boring. Dad takes a very calm approach to karate.”

You give her a small smile and put your hand on his shoulder, “Patience is a virtue, Sam. You’ll get your motivation back soon.”

“Yeah, your Dad is awesome! Just keep trying, you’ll get it.” Miguel says to her and pulls her into an embrace.

“Aw, young love. How sweet,” you put your hand up to your heart and smile at them.

“Yeah, gross,” Hawk exclaims with faux disgust. You and Demetri laugh at him as Demetri says, “Don’t worry, dude. You’ll find the one!”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Hawk! They will come around, I promise.” Hawk smiles at you guys and says, “It’s not that easy but thanks”

At that point Johnny approaches you all and puts his arm around you as you reach up to hold his hand, “What are you all talking about? It just looked so interesting,” his voice is laced with a bit of sarcasm.

“I’ll let you know that it was interesting! We were telling Hawk that the one will come around to him. He’s feeling pretty down about the single life.” Johnny laughs, “Oh? Hey, look at me man. It took a ton of trial and error but I finally found my missing piece.” As he says this your heart starts to swell and your face begins to run hot; you can feel that blush rising up and the realization of maybe everything will work out in the end starts to dawn on you.

You squeeze his hand to let him know you feel the same as the kids smile just knowing that you two are gonna last. They’re happy about it because they’ve noticed a change in their Sensei ever since you two had gotten together. He’s become more accepting, sweeter, and more educated about things. He has started to control his drinking better and his anger as well. Daniel and him have been getting along very well with each other ever since you walked into his life. Of course, the students adored you and even Daniel considered you as family. Him and his wife inviting you two over for dinner every other week or so. Johnny Lawrence had become a little bit of a softie and you had qualms about it. You loved it. You loved that he was slowly becoming more and more easy to get along with and he’s starting to look at things with a more positive outlook; you love that as well. Hell with it, you love him. You honestly and truly love Johnny Lawrence with all of your heart.

“Well, kids, we are gonna head out. We’ve got date night tonight!” You exclaim as you and Johnny start to walk away.

“Ooohhh, get it!” Eli laughs. Johnny gives a sarcastic laugh following up with his middle finger as you two walk away from the kids.

You two get in the car and Johnny says, “So… fast food tonight? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, let’s just do something easy. Doesn’t require dressing up or anything.��� Or drinking alcohol you thought to yourself. You were gonna tell him after you two eat. Perfect timing.

You and Johnny get your food, head back to his place, and eat in peace without making any conversation; you were too nervous to really talk much. You and Johnny both finish and you look at him with worried eyes. He gives you a confused look, “Babe, are you sure nothing is wrong? You barely even touched your food.”

You put your hands on the table and takes them in his.

“Johnny, I have some news for you. It’s gonna be a lot to take in and if you want me gone I’ll go…”

Johnny lets go of your hands and leans back in his chair knowing exactly what you were about to say.

“Johnny… I’m pregnant.”

“How far along?”

“Almost two months.”

“How long have you known?”

“Just recently.”

Johnny’s face wasn’t budging; you couldn’t tell if he was mad, sad, disappointed, or whatever. You keep looking at him with so much anxiety written all over your face; the world felt like it was crashing down on your shoulders.

“What are you going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you wanna keep it or give it up for adoption? I mean fuck”

Johnny stands up out of his chair and rubs his face and sighs. You knew he wouldn’t be happy about it. You just knew it.

“I think I’m wanting to keep the baby,” your palms start to become sweaty and you rub your hands together. You were expecting him to yell at you and throw you out until he says, “Okay, we’ll keep the kid.”

You almost fall out of your chair from shock. Your entire body tightened up, “Are you sure, Johnny?”

He looks at you and his stare softens. He walks up to you and squats down to look you in the eyes, “Yes, I am sure. I can’t lose you. I love you.” All you can do is grab his face and kiss him. Johnny kisses you back but he pulls away and says, “Are we gonna have to get married now? I mean, I knocked you up.”

You laugh, “Yeah, maybe later on. But I don’t expect a ring anytime soon, Lawrence.”

“You know what’s next on the agenda?”

“What?”

“We need to tell everyone at the Miyagi Fang!” Johnny exclaims with pure excitement.

You just couldn’t believe it. Johnny seemed to be so happy; maybe he wanted a second chance.

“Yes! They are gonna freak!”

Johnny gives you a huge smile and picks you up bridal style and proceeds to take you to his room.

The next day, you and Johnny were heading to Miyagi Fang rehearsing exactly what you were gonna say, “How does that sound?” Johnny shakes his head and says, “Babe don’t worry! That sounds great. Don’t freak out.”

You all pull up and see the students with their smiling faces. “Okay, so before we start today I need to tell you all some big news.” They all glance at each other with confusion, line up, and walk inside. They all walk past Daniel as he gives the students a perplexed look. Daniel stands behind the students as they all take a seat as you and Johnny stand in front of everyone.

“Okay, so big news!” You and Johnny look at each other and he reaches for your hand and you take that invitation.

“We’re pregnant!” Everyone gasps, especially Daniel.

“Oh my God guys! That’s amazing!” He runs up to you and gives you a big hug and then pats Johnny on the shoulder and gives him a quick nod.

Demetri raises his hand, “I know the whole idea of pregnancy is supposed to be beautiful but is no one getting a vision of Johnny and her doing it?” All of the kids' faces turn into an extra disgusted look. Hawk says, “None of us needed to hear that dude, I mean, seriously?” As the rest of the students burst out laughing.

“Well, I’ll let you all handle this one,” Daniel walks away from you all just shaking his head.

You and Johnny look at each other with so much passion and get ready for the insane questions that the kids are gonna ask you. But, it was worth it all. You love the kids just as much as they love you. You love Johnny. Oh, how you love him with all your heart. You can’t wait to raise your bundle of joy with him.

#cobra kai #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #miguel diaz #eli moskowitz #demetri cobra kai #karate kid #johnny x reader #hawk moskowitz #samantha larusso

[formulawonu]

Hi! I have a request for you if you can, can a request based on “champagne problems” by taylor swift where either daniel, lando, lewis or carlos are dating the reader and think it’s time to propose, and they do it in front of their families or the whole grid but the reader says no, and they broke up, and years later they run into each other again and talk. you can choose the ending between fluff or keep it angst.

champagne problems / lewis hamilton

(gif is not mine! credits to the owner)

warnings: angsty :'(

a/n: i fell in love with this request, thank you so much for it. i got immensely sad writing the last few lines of this :/ taylor swift knows what she is doing. i hope my writing did justice to this beautifully sad song <//3 tried doing smth different and wrote in third person/more of lewis' pov. big cheers to lewis getting 100 wins — what an incredible feat!!! hope you guys enjoy this one :D

He thinks he sees her from across the room but an extra glance tells him it’s not her. She wouldn’t show up here. That isn’t her — something he’s had to learn ever since she left his life two years ago. He is here with someone new and she reminds him of the stars that never fail to show up in the night sky every night. She is constant and he doesn’t need to second guess with her. She understands who he is and knows what he thinks. He is genuinely happy. But she is not her.

“I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” He says, looking up at the love of his life from where he is kneeling. They are surrounded by his family and their friends. The most important people in their lives that have become an extension of who they are and know how perfect the two of them are for each other. He planned it all out — the intimate dinner full of all the things she loved. Her favorite food, her favorite people. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Everyone in this room knew it was only a matter of time until they both took the next step forward in the relationship. In this moment, however, he only sees her. That is how it is whenever she is around. It feels like tunnel vision: all roads lead simply to her.

He has always believed that love was unique to different people. He is, no doubt, in love with his current girlfriend and he is so sure of that. She is the calm before and after every storm. He also knows that despite this, a piece of him and the love he is capable of giving will always remain with Y/N. He will never forget how it felt to love her, just as he knows she won’t ever forget loving him.

Something is wrong. All he sees is her and yet she looks terrified. Tears are forming in her eyes and there is an emotion that he can’t quite place yet. It is an emotion he doesn’t see often. “Y/N?” He whispers, trying to read her. At this moment, he doesn’t care that everyone is standing around the both of them. He just wants to make sure she is okay. She looks away from him and looks around the room. He squeezes her hand, trying to get her to just focus on him. He is trying to reassure her that everything is okay. She looks back at him then at the open small box in his other hand. She starts shaking her head, the tears now falling from her eyes. Everything seems to be going wrong.

“I love you, Lewis.” His girlfriend whispers as he sways her back and forth on the makeshift dance floor. It is his friend’s wedding. “I love you more.” He is satisfied with the way his life has turned out. It was difficult the first few months she had left his life and he honestly thought life wouldn’t be okay again. Everything reminded him of her. There were pieces of her in his apartment and pieces of her everywhere he went. Time passed by so slowly as if it wanted him to sink in the emptiness that came when he lost her. But he met her — she made everything bright again and allowed him to see colors in the world that turned grey. She was patient with him. She took the time to understand him and let him find himself again. He is happy. He is in love.

“I- I can’t.” She whispers, still shaking her head. The tears won’t stop falling from her eyes. He understands the emotion in her eyes now. She is overwhelmed. It is regret. He can feel tears building up in his own. Everything begins to spin around the two of them. “Lewis, I… I can’t.” He tries to remain holding her hand, but she forces hers out of his hold. He looks up at her, speechless. There are so many things he wants to tell her. He wants to tell her to forget about everyone around the two of them. He wants to tell her it doesn’t matter how it happens or that they don’t need to get married right away. He would be happy being engaged forever if it meant she would be by his side. He wants to tell her that they could ditch the party and just lock themselves up in their apartment if that was what she wanted. But he doesn’t. He can’t because she is long gone now. She has run outside of the room and has left him in the center of everyone’s gaze. He cannot move. He is stuck on one knee, with his mother’s ring in his hand. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion. The first thing he does is close the box and drop it in his suit pocket. He slowly stands up, refusing to look at anyone else. He doesn’t know how to react or how to be. Everything is wrong.

While he is leading his girlfriend back to their table, something catches his attention in the corner of his eye. He has to blink a couple of times, trying to register that it is actually her. There, standing by the bar, is the girl who had left him two years ago. She is standing on her own, her body language still very familiar to him. She does not want to be seen and is trying to simply be a faceless stranger in the crowd. She would not be here if she didn’t need to, but his friends are her friends too and the bride is a good friend of hers. “That’s her, isn’t it?” His girlfriend says, following his gaze. “She’s beautiful.” He flashes a smile at her, nodding. “Yeah. I didn’t think she was going to be here, actually. None of us have actually seen her since it happened.” “Do you want to say hi to her?” He fully focuses on his girlfriend now, trying to understand if she is challenging him or simply curious. All he sees is genuine questioning. “I think you should speak to her, Lewis.” He is unsure if that is the right decision. He does not know what he wants to say to her anyway. “Go. It will make you feel better, even if you don’t know what to say.” She gently nudges him towards her and he is left reluctantly walking towards the woman he has not spoken to since she left him kneeling.

“Hi.” Words escape the both of them, the casualness of a greeting seeming so unfitting for the two. “Hi.” She replies. “How ironic that we’re seeing each other here.” He offers, trying to break the ice. He is not used to this, the awkwardness enveloping the two of them when once in the past he felt he could talk about absolutely anything with her. She visibly draws back at the reminder of the last time they had seen each other too. “Why are you here, Lewis?” She asks with a smile on her face. She was never the type to beat around the bush, that much he knew. She always went straight to the point, never afraid to hear things she might not want to. Like ripping off a bandaid, she once said. “I honestly don’t know why either.” There was no point in lying to her. He doesn’t know what to say, neither does she, and yet it felt right that he could speak frankly to her about the events of the past. “You look happy,” She starts, looking genuinely pleased for him. “You deserve to be happy.” Two emotions bubble up inside of him, one he has not felt in ages. Frustration and defeat. It is all coming back to him.

“We could’ve been happy too.”

She sighs, refusing to meet his eyes. She is still surveying the room, taking in everyone celebrating the union of two lovers. He did not like that about her; she always knew how to hide her emotions. Better put, he did not like how he could not read her anymore. “I don’t want to fight you, Lewis. I didn’t come here to do that.” She picks up her glass of champagne that she has left on the counter of the bar, sipping at it. “Dom Pérignon.” She adds. The champagne she is drinking is her favorite and it is the same one that everyone was drinking the night it happened. Or should’ve happened. A wry smile forms on his face. “I know you don’t owe me an explanation nor should you have ever felt you owed me a marriage, but I just wish you talked to me about it. That was our thing. We always talked about it.” She finally meets his eyes, studying him.

“I just didn’t have anything to say.”

“How could you have nothing to say?”

“I did not know what to say.”

“Then you should’ve said that.”

“I did not have a reason, Lewis. Is that what you want to hear? When you got down on one knee, a thousand thoughts were in my head and none of them told me to say yes. I’m so sorry and you know I loved you immensely—I still do—but I could not for the life of me come up with a reason to know for sure I wanted to say yes.” Just like ripping off a bandaid.

He does not know what to say and he wants to laugh at how she is still able to leave him speechless after all this time. “Well, I’m sorry you felt that way.” That is all he is able to say in reply. “I’m sorry I couldn’t say yes.” She finally meets his eyes, the familiar gaze of the woman he once swore he would give everything up for. “My mom wants a sorry too.” He finally says after a while, trying to lighten up the mood. “I miss her.” She replies, a small smile forming on her face. His mom absolutely loved her and held a special place in her heart for her. She was just as crestfallen as he was when she saw what had taken place two years ago. “She misses you too. Everyone kind of misses you too. I don’t understand why you had to disappear.” She shakes her head. “It wasn’t me, Lewis. All of this,” She says, gesturing around the grand ballroom. “Is not me.” “Then why are you here?” He doesn’t mean it as an insult, he just wants to know. She frowns at him. “Because Joe and Louise are my good friends, Lew. I wasn’t planning to stay long, though. I just promised Louise I was going to come by and I keep my promises.” He knows she does. He shakes his head at her. “I didn’t mean it that way. It’s nice to see you again, honestly. Nice to know you’re still alive.” “I know you didn’t. But I just don’t know who I am when I’m here. It’s all so….” She pauses, trying to think of the right word. “Intense? Overwhelming? Heavy? I don’t know. It just makes you feel so small.” He nods but he still can’t grasp that she had felt this way all this time. Maybe he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did. “Don’t blame yourself, Lewis. I can see you doing that now. It was just me.” There is amusement in her eyes and he can’t understand how she is so candid about all of this. “I just don’t understand how I feel like I didn’t- don’t know who you are. I don’t know where it all went wrong.”

She studies him, noting how the creases in his forehead have formed. Something he always does when he is deep in thought. “Lewis, you knew me better than anyone else in this world and I don’t want you to ever feel like you didn’t. What we shared was good, right? It was brilliant.” She offers him a small smile, a consolation for all that has gone on between them. “I will always love you. I don’t think I need to tell you that. You will always be special to me. But what was screaming at me when you got down on one knee was that whatever was happening… It wasn’t right. And I wouldn’t forgive myself if I ever let you go into something so wholeheartedly with me in it half-heartedly. That wouldn’t be fair to you. You deserve someone who would jump into darkness headfirst with you. I hope she is that for you.” She glances around the room again, probably noticing the eyes of spectators that have now noticed the both of you together again. She is beginning to get conscious. The emotions that were beginning to reveal themselves through her eyes are disappearing once again. She is withdrawing. He nods, trying to internalize everything she has just said.

“I’m sorry I lost you. I know you don't want me to apologize, but I’m sorry we ended like that. There are times I wish you were still in my life and there are times I still think about what it would be like if it was us in this position.” His words hang in the air, the both of them looking around the room. “But I’m doing okay. She’s great - I think you two would get along, actually. I honestly hope you’re doing okay. It sucks that I don’t know what you’re doing. I hope you know that you’re still always welcome to just hang out or whatever. Have a chat to update me on your life, Y/N. Don’t be a stranger.” She nods, smiling at him. She drinks the rest of her champagne before setting the glass back on the bar counter. “That is great to hear, Lewis. I still keep up with your races, you know? A hundred wins, you’ve finally done it. No matter what, I am always going to be proud.” She places a hand on his shoulder, a fleeting squeeze on it, then she drops it. “I’ll try not to be one. But either way, just know I’ll always be rooting for you.” She straightens out her dress then tucks her hair behind her ear. “I’ve gotta go.” She says, looking up at him. He tries to remember how she looks in this moment because he knows he doesn’t know the next time their paths will ever cross again. She is in a floor-length dress and her hair falls in waves just by her shoulders. Her eyes alight with assuredness and confidence, something that he now realizes he barely saw back then. She is happy too. That is all that matters. He nods, giving her a small smile. “Goodbye, Y/N.” She smiles back at him too. “Goodbye, Lewis.” She begins to walk away, not once looking back. Just like how it was two years ago.

“Hey, Y/N.” He calls out to her. She is not far enough for him to draw attention. She turns around, her head tiled to the side. “We almost had it all, didn’t we?” She chuckles and he can feel the sadness in it. She nods, still chuckling. “We really did. Cheers.”

#f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 fanfic #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton oneshot #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 oneshot #formula 1 fanfic #driver x reader #fanfic #imagine #oneshot #lewis hamilton #mercedes #100 wins #f1 #formula one imagine #champagne problems #taylor swift inspo #sad #writing

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Wolff Lady (Daniel’s ending)

Song: You’ll be in my heart – Phil Collins  

Wolff Lady Finale | Wolff Lady Series

You told Toto as soon as you saw him that your heart belonged to someone else. He understood but still wanted you to say as your assistant, if you wanted to. You beamed and you didn’t want to change it for the world. When you told him that you loved Daniel, he laughed.

“Of course, the jokester.” he nudged you.

You just smiled and tried your best to hide your blushing cheeks. But you still tried to come up with the best way of asking him out when it hit you. You still owed him a date.

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When your accident was shown on the big screens over the tracks Daniel and Lando both sat with their radio guys at McLaren and they both saw it at the same time. You, sitting you the concrete floor with blood all over your face and white Mercedes shirt. Lando was freaking out next to him, but Daniel tried his best to calm him down. Telling him that it was probably not as bad as it looked, but when you were escorted out by a panic looking Valtteri Bottas then he wasn’t too certain. Bottas was ALWAYS calm and collected so it was something that made Daniel nervous to see him so distressed. But Daniel’s focus was on Lando now, to calm him down before the race. Daniel then turned to the radio guys.

“Please, if you hear anything about her conditions, tell us as soon as possible.”

The radio guys nodded their heads with a ‘got it’. Lando got a call from George Russell asking if he was watching the sceen and they both had their moment of freaking out together. All of the drivers on the paddock looked worried, some more than others. Daniel wanted to wait until he had all the facts before he would react more. But his mind was still racing when, the images of your bloody figure escorted out of the paddock repeatedly popped up in his mind. It made his worry worse. But he didn’t have the time to dwell on it because it was time for the race to start.

“Daniel, we just got news that she is fine, she is doing okay.”

“Great news, great news.” Daniel answered back. He took a deep breath of relief over the fact that you were going to be fine. But that didn’t help him in todays qualification. He ended up on 16th place, because his focus was not on the race, it was on you and you alone.

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As soon as the race ended Daniel got out of his car and looked over at Lando. Both of them hurried down to the medical center and into the doctor’s office. You sat there on the couch looking a little tired, but you were fine. Your eyes met when he got into the room, he smiled at you. The biggest smile that he could give you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach go wild. His smile was something special and it was one of the reasons that you fell for him. That, and that he was the kindest person that you knew. He always made sure that you were okay. 

You smiled back at him. He loved it. As he had done the first time he had seen it. He didn’t want to break eye contact but soon your boss came into the room with a stern look on his face. All the drivers felt the need to leave as soon as possible. Daniel included.

He sighed and looked back at the medical center. He hated that he didn’t get a chance to hold you when you were hurt like this. He wanted to be there for you. Daniel made his way back to the McLaren building to take his stuff and leave for the hotel. In the taxi he called you, hoping that you perhaps would answer. But you didn’t. So, he left a voice message telling you to call him when you get the time. But the time never came.

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Back to you as you were getting ready to leave for today’s race. The missed call from Daniel was lingering in the back of your head and you felt bad that you hadn’t talked to him yet. But you would change that soon. 

You got your stuff and left the hotel with Toto. In the car you made some calls to a restaurant a Toto had recommended. Setting up your surprise date for Daniel.

The race went by smoothly and Lewis and Valtteri did great. They hugged you carefully when they got back from the race, and you congratulated them on the victory and podium position.

“Are you going to watch the podium?” Lewis asked.

“Not today. I have a date to set up.” You said proudly as you walked out of the Mercedes paddock and made your way towards McLaren. The mechanics greeted you and asked how you were doing. You answered them politely, and then asked for Daniel. They said that he was inside the building. Lando was still in the paddock and said that he could escort you to Daniel.

“That would be lovely.”

“What do you want with him?” Lando asked.

“I’m taking him on a dinner date, to return the favor.” You said and it made Lando a little sad, but also happy for his teammate. He showed you the door that led to Daniels room.

“But mind you, he is a little down today for only scoring in ninth place.”

You nodded and knocked lightly on the door. A muffled ‘come in’ was heard on the other side and you opened the door. Daniel was sitting on a white couch with his overall tied around his waist. The surprised look on his face when he saw that it was you who came in, was astonishing.

“Hey.” You said and closed the door behind you.

“Hi, what are you doing here?”

“Kidnapping you, kinda.”

“Really?” Daniel asked amused.

“Yep, so get ready to leave for the hotel and then get ready to leave the hotel.”

Daniel rose from the couch. “Okay, where we are going?”

“It is a surprise.” You smirked.

The two of you took a taxi back to the hotel and got ready for your surprise. Then the two of you met up in the lobby to get a taxi out to the town nearby. You guided Daniel towards a restaurant.

“I’m still not sure what is going on.” Daniel laughed.

“I’m taking you out on a date, silly.”

Daniel eyes widened. “What?”

“Yes, you said that you wanted that date, so I figure that-…”

You didn’t have time to end the sentence before Daniel’s lips crashed on yours. He’s eagerness almost pushed you to the ground but luckily there was a wall nearby to support you from the force that was Daniel’s kiss. He had longed for this moment for so long, so finally when it happened, he was almost too eager and hungry for your lips. You melted into the kiss just when he stopped kissing you. The two of you looked at each other and laughed.

“So, you are taking me on a date?” Daniel asked.

“Yes, and I’m paying.” You winked. He embraced you and then the two of you walked into the restaurant hand in hand and had the best date in your live. And it would be many more dates to come.

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