#hope whoever sees this is having a good day cause you deserve to be the happiest<3

[pierregazly]

1+ 2 = ...4? ꨄ pierre gasly smau

pierre gasly x wife!russell!reader

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of twins, george having a meltdown

in which pierre put his tripod to use and caused two major outcomes, george has a meltdown, and all the fans just want to know what's going on?

ynrussell

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ynrussell joyeux anniversaire mon amour. three years ago today i married the love of my life and became the official mrs. gasly, so excited to give you your present tonight 🫶🏻

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username omg babes post the present!!! let us all be jealous

username happy anniversary mom and dad

charles_leclerc 🥳💗

username feel like it was just yesterday that i was jealous out of my mind about their wedding... still jealous tho

pierregasly joyeux anniversaire ma chère, i am the luckiest man in the world

pierregasly can't wait to give your your own present tonight

pierregasly it rhymes with tierod

username TRIPOD PIERRE

username im SCREAMING send this man right to PRISON

georgerussell63 god every time i see anything to do with you two i have to bleach my bloody eyes. happy anniversary you two, im disgusted.

username poor george, him and carmen are so tame compared to these two... i love the polar opposite sibling trope

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pierregasly i hope the pizza was good ma chérie, and hope it satisfied the little bean's cravings

ynrussell it was delicious... but we kind of want chocolate now too :(

pierregasly ill check ubereats and see what i can do

ynrussell mine and the bean's saviour 🫶🏻

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pierregasly unfortunately not the finish we would have liked, the 15 second penalty cost us significantly and i apologize to my team and all our fans for it. will come back bigger and better next time 💪 now time to go and spend some well deserved time off with my family

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username thank you for pushing through and giving us an awesome race to watch pierre!

username loved your helmet this weekend pierre!

username sad that mother ynrussell wasn't here this weekend, but happy to see her in the likes

username 'well deserved time off with my family' do we think that's alluding to something else????

username girl he's obviously talking about his wife and his family??? like what

username ummm sorry he almost always says 'my loved ones' gotta push the pregnancy rumour agenda some more

ynrussell we're all so proud of you pear 🫶🏻 the track limits and penalties are bullshit and i'll be sending a strongly worded letter to whoever costs you anything good

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pierregasly 😂😭🤍

username who is 'we're all' who is the plural that she's referring to omg

username i'm telling y'all... mother is becoming a real mother idc what any of y'all say

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ynrussell omf make sure you get extra cheesecake... and extra elcairs, and a few brownies... maybe get a few of everything??? the bean's want them!!!!

pierregasly well if the bean's want them....

username this SCREAMS my wife is pregnant and sent me on a late night snack run omf

username tell us your secret!!!!

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ynrussell sorry just have to appreciate how incredibly sexy it is seeing my super sexy amazing husband with kids!!! like how lucky am i!!! can't wait til' you're holding our future babies (my ovaries are exploding, i am crying, it's going to be a long day)

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username girl this seems a little feral idk

georgerussell63 this is certifiably disgusting. please grow up.

username you know who would post something like this??? a wife expecting a baby who is getting more excited about that baby seeing her husband with kids

username seems legit idk

pierregasly is this your nice way of asking me to pickup more eclairs on the way home?

ynrussell cinnamon buns too?? please?? je t'aime

pierregasly can't wait to hold our future bean's too ma chérie

username pierre as a dad is going to be so sexy, ynrussell is so right??? those babies are going to be beautiful omf

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pierregasly october 2024 / gasly thing 1 and gasly thing 2 🐣🚼

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ynrussell omg i'm pregnant???? SURPRISE

ynrussell maman is begging for them to come sooner, her poor back.

username AH I KNEW IT. I CALLED IT. MY HEART.

username THING 1 AND THING 2 AHHHHH

username pierre is gonna be a girl dad AND a boy dad?????? we're so blessed

georgerussell63 excuse me????

georgerussell63 you knocked my sister up????

georgerussell63 i told you to stay away from her??? this is outrageous i am disgusted

pierregasly sorry, tripod's work well.

ynrussell pierre delete this comment rn, i swear to god.

georgerussell63 (i am so excited to meet my baby niece and baby nephew. uncle georgie loves you both so much)

lewishamilton congratulations! roscoe is so excited 🤍

charles_leclerc uncle cha reporting for duty 🫡 congratulations, you two.

georgerussell63 i'd like to emphasize i'm still having a meltdown from when you casually gave me a bottle of gin to announce this. gasly genes should not be casually mixed like this.

username i dont think anyone understands the joy im feeling??? im honoured to be alive to see this

username they're gonna be such amazing parents im literally ????? so excited??????

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ynrussell thank you for the beautiful baby shower, auntie carmen already has spot number 1 🫶🏻

username omg omg omg omg

username this is SO CUTE

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username girl u look like ur about to pop (lovingly)

pierregasly my beautiful wife

ynrussell i don't feel very beautiful right now. i feel huge and tired and exhausted.

pierregasly still the most beautiful woman in the world

ynrussell

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ynrussell things are getting very, very real (not real enough for my back to not hurt, thing 1 and 2 you both are killing me)

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username this aesthetic is so CUTE (that room is fucking beautiful i want a house tour????)

username they're literally due in like less than 2 months???? pierre is gonna be a dad that soon???? praying for u ynrussell

charles_leclerc im personally demanding compensation for the bruises i have from putting the nursery together

ynrussell shut up cha, you literally offered and begged to be involved

pierregasly yeah shut up cha

alexandrasaintmleux can't wait to see my art piece up in the bébé's room 🫶🏻

ynrussell knew i could always count on you angel

username im so invested in this pregnancy none of you even understand

username starting a poll asap on the babies names omf

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ynrussell 2024.10.16 / welcome to the world my precious théodore and éloïse. maman and papa love you so much.

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username omg congratulations!!! such beautiful names.

username they share a birthday with charles im crying

lewishamilton congratulations! so beautiful, you are a rockstar ynrussell

charles_leclerc truly the best birthday present i could've asked for. ellie and théo should be so proud of their maman.

pierregasly the happiest day of my life, given to me by the most important woman in my life. thank you for blessing me.

username again i am so invested in this. i am so happy for these two, they're going to be incredible parents.

alpinef1team welcome to the family baby éloïse and baby théodore!

mercedesamg welcome to the family x2

username oh girl the racing teams are gonna FIGHT over these two just you wait

and there she is! after weeks of gasly!twin asks, i finally decided it was time to bring them to life in the realest way i could. i hope you all loved this as much as i loved writing it. thank you to everyone for all the incredible inspiration, and for continuing my obsession.

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[wisteriaiswriting]

Hello! I hope you're day has been going well! Could I request for Sova, Phoenix, Cypher, and Chamber x reader with a fear of needles. As in if they're about to get a needle they'll grab whoever's hand or arm and attempt to squirm away? Thank you and have a good week!

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 ℕ𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤:

When you start squirming | Squeezing his hand | Aftercare

Words: 604

Not sure if you wanted headcanons or a fic so there are both.

𝕊𝕠𝕧𝕒:

When he found out your fear he made sure he was at every appointment, never leaving through it.

Lets you hold his hand, quietly handling the pain from you squeezing.

Afterwards he’ll make sure you are okay. Carefully caring for the area with bandaids and cleaning it.

***

“Мой голубь,”

It was after your appointment with Sage, one that called for you needing some needles. Sasha made sure to stay with you the whole time, not even his hand left yours.

“Finished, are you okay now?”

He had just applied a fresh bandaid to the area, you weren’t even looking at it. Instead leaning onto him, and he let you. After all, that appointment was full of needles. And anyone who faces their fears deserves some rest, and it was well deserved tonight.

***

Мой голубь - My Dove

ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩:

This man will have to be called in for you, somehow missing this fear completely.

He won’t give you the chance to grab his hand as he will reach for yours first. Joking about the pain to try distract you.

After the needles are done he’s taking you out for anything you want. If you look at something for even a few seconds it is yours, as a ‘Get well gift.’

***

“Hey hey, Sage! What was so–”

Jamie had to pause when he saw the situation, Sage was holding a Needle in one hand and the other was held out. You were leaning away from her, trying not to run away even if you so wanted to.

“Aw love, c’ere.”

Letting you embrace him as he did the same.

“Sage, the needle?”

He watched as she paused, looking at the one she held before it clicked.

“I’m sorry, but it must be done.”

He pulled you closer, into a tighter hug. Letting Sage inject the needle, when she backed away you both quickly left.

“That’s done now, how ‘bout I take you to the new store, think it was a cafe?”

ℂ𝕪𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣:

He has known about this fear but due to work he wasn’t around. Causing him to rush into the room when you start squirming.

Instantly taking your hand into his gloved ones, using anything he can think of to help you. Although he can’t hide the pain well when you squeeze.

He isn’t the best at comfort, but is pretty good though. Anything that comes to mind will be told, even if it isn’t meant to.

***

",فراشة صغيرة"

Tilting your head up to see Amir’s mask, due to Sage doing the injections he didn’t remove it.

“You’re strong, don’t let a pesky needle ruin all that work.”

Throughout the appointment he spoke to you, most of the time distracting you from Sage working. And the needles themselves. Soon enough it was finished, and you didn’t realize.

“Look at that, now then, let’s go.”

***

فراشة صغيرة - Little butterfly

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣:

Medical appointments aren’t his type of thing but he’ll stay for you. Never leaving your sight or the room.

When you start squeezing his hand he will turn so you can’t see him in pain.

He’ll try his best after, so you’re being taken to the best restaurant. Even shopping after, anything you want will be yours.

***

“That wasn’t so bad was it Ma lumière,”

Even with his comments you didn’t look at him, he made it sound so easy. And it seemed he knew it wasn’t working, soon his footsteps got closer. Suddenly right behind you before his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Je suis désolée, ma chère, let me make it up to you.”

Slowly turning you around to face him,

“Dinner, dancing, I know the perfect place. And a reservation for your brave work today.”

***

Ma lumière - My light

Je suis désolée, ma chère - I’m sorry, my dear

#valorant x reader #valorant x male reader #valorant sova x reader #sova x reader #valorant phoenix x reader #phoenix x reader #valorant cypher x reader #cypher x reader #valorant chamber x reader #chamber x reader #wisteria♥

[acey-wacey]

Good morning!!! Congrats for hitting 2000 followers, I think you really deserve it! Also, I'm really glad that you've returned! I've been following your blog ever since last year, when I found your "Love Rivals" and "Meeting your future children", I really like how you portray the twst characters in your writings! There are times where I smiled For the 2000 milestone event, could I please request Idia with Lavender (Mind Reading)? You know how Idia usually think lowly himself, right? What if Idia has feelings for reader, yet he doesn't take action because of his low self-esteem/fear of rejection, but when Idia got in a potion accident where he can temporarily read minds, all he can hear from reader's mind are praises and thoughts of infatuation/admiration about him.

So that's the general idea of it, the rest is up to you. Also, I don't mind if you'll make a few changes here and there. That's all, thank you and have a nice day!

This is so cute! Thank you for hanging around so long!

I may have niche-video-game-referenced my way a little too close to the sun with this one. Hopefully, it makes sense to somebody.

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Pairing - Idia Shroud x Reader

Prompt - Mind Reader

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"Tuna, tuna, tuna, tuna, tuna, tuna, tuna, tuna..."

It has been 40 minutes since Idia had gained his powers of telepathy and already he wanted them gone. Grim hadn't had a single thought the entire class except a dumb song he made up about tuna.

The whole thing had been Grim's fault really. The mischievous cat had run away from you and invaded the 3rd year alchemy room. And of course he ran right into Idia just as the upperclassman was adding ground eye of newt to his animal comprehension potion, causing the vial to smash all over him.

You had apologized profusely and tried to wrangle Grim back to your classroom, but Crewel made you miss your class and clean all the dirty cauldrons as punishment, thus why Idia couldn't stop hearing Grim's

Everyone else went on with making their potion, but unfortunately for Idia and his tendency to get overstimulated, he could hear the immediate thoughts of every person in the classroom. He had been trying and failing to pay attention to the lesson due to the crazy noise. Serves him right for daring to venture outside his room.

"I think I put too much nightshade."

"When's lunch again?"

"Sevens, he's pretty."

Idia perked up in his seat. That last one was your voice. He looked over to where you were scrubbing grime off the rim of a black cauldron. Much to his surprise, he made eye contact with you. You looked away so fast, he almost thought he imagined it in the first place.

"Shoot, I hope he didn't catch me staring," you thought. Idia could see the embarrassment in your face now that he knew what he was looking for. He didn't know who was standing behind him, but whoever the guy was was maxed out in luck to get the prefect to like him.

Idia turned back to his cauldron and began to stir lethargically. He tried to block out the noise coming from everyone's thoughts but it was getting very loud. He just wanted to be back in his room playing video games!

"His little pout is so cute! Poor thing, he probably wishes he was back in his room," you thought. Idia's brows furrowed as he subtly looked around the classroom trying to find the person you were thinking about. "I wonder what he's looking for."

Idia snapped back to look at you, only to find you glancing at him again. This time, you were startled but you held his gaze and offered a hesitant wave.

Idia turned his face away as fast as he could so you wouldn't see the growing blush on his face.

"Hm, his hair is turning pink on the ends. I hope he's not mad at me for staring at him," you thought, turning back to the cauldron you were working on. "Though if he doesn't want me to look at him, maybe he should try being less nice to look at."

Idia let out an involuntary squeak. He felt his head start to swim and quickly sat down on a nearby stool. He was sure he looked absolutely crazy to the other students but he was so preoccupied by your thoughts that were apparently about him.

"Is that shallow of me to think that? I don't know. I mean, I don't like him just because he's cute. I also love listening to him talk about games he likes and his inventions are crazy awesome!"

Idia pulled himself deeper into his jacket. Your gaze had been fixed firmly on your work for fear of being caught staring again, so you didn't notice Idia's rapidly increasing fluster meter.

"I like how sweet he is to Ortho, even though he kind of hates everyone else." You sounded kind of defeated when you thought that, or at least you would if your thoughts sounded like anything. "He probably hates me too. I am just another normie. Though I don't know if he co-ops Untitled Goose Game with just anyone."

"No! I don't!" he wanted to scream, but he couldn't get a single sound out of his mouth. He thought he was the self-deprecating one, but you seemed to have convinced yourself that the boy who had a big fat, very obvious crush on you hated you. He even let you play the blue switch controller even though it was his favorite.

"I do wish he would stop being so mean to himself though," you thought, more sincere than Idia expected. "He's so amazing, but refuses to believe anything nice I or Ortho say to him. Maybe if he read my mind, he'd know I'm being sincere."

Idia froze. Did you know about the potion? Had you been messing with him the whole time?

"Well, that little brat better believe me when I tell him I love him even if I have to beat it into him with a Wii remote tennis racket attachment," you thought with a playful vengeance. "Do you hear that, Idia Shroud? I'm gonna make you believe nice things about yourself no matter how many niche video games references it takes!"

That was the moment you decided to glance at Idia, downright shocked when you found him curled up inside his hoodie on a stool with bright pink hair poking out the top.

"Idia, are you okay?" you asked. When he didn't respond, you went up to him and brought your face down to where his would be if you could see it. "Hey, are you alright?"

He jumped, almost falling off the chair.

"You actually said that?" he looked stunned which confused you.

"Yes?" you offered, unsure what he was talking about. "I did just say it."

"Uh, um, I'm, uh, fine," Idia tried to smile at you but it came off more pained than reassuring.

"I don't believe you. What's the matter? Is it too loud in here?" you asked.

"Shame he's always hiding his face. His blush is so adorable!"

"Yes!" Idia shrieked frantically, catching the attention of a few nearby students. "It's too loud. I can't think."

You nodded empathetically.

"You wanna step out for a minute?" you offered, gesturing to the door with a nod of your head. Idia nodded, desperate to get away. It really was very loud, especially with everyone's thoughts flooding his brain. Your seemingly-harmless sweet nothings were only the final nail in his coffin.

You followed Idia out of the room and shut the door behind you.

"Won't Professor Crewel get mad?"

You scoffed.

"Not a single teacher at this school gets to get mad at me after everything I've done," you leaned against the wall with a calming smile. "And if they do, they'll answer to the ghosts that live in my house."

That made Idia chuckle. You lit up seeing a smile on his face, no matter how minute.

"I love seeing you smile. If only I could be the reason more often."

"You're pretty much the only reason," Idia mumbled. Your easy smile dropped.

"What did you say?"

"What?" Idia averted his eyes, his mind filling with panic. "I didn't say anything."

"No, no, you said 'you're pretty much the only reason'," you questioned, your eyes full of confusion and shock. "That sounded like... I don't know, I was thinking something and then you said that and it sounded like..."

You squinted in confusion before scoffing at yourself and relaxing.

"That's stupid, Y/N. He can't read your mind."

"Actually, I can?" Idia squeaked, his voice getting higher with every word. Your eyes widened.

"Idia," you said solemnly, standing dead still.

"Mm-hm?"

"You can read my mind."

"Well, not usually, but there was a thing with a potion and it was with Grim and it messed with my head and now I can read minds and it's actually really loud but mostly I'm just nervous because of the stuff you've been thinking and I'm just really..."

You held up a hand to silence Idia's rapid rambling. He looked away sheepishly. You sighed and blinked a few times to process before laughing. Idia looked up in confusion.

"Aren't you mad?" he asked hesitantly. "I violated your privacy."

"I mean, you saved me the time of confessing to you myself," you chuckled, a giddy smile on your face.

Idia stared at you, trying to find traces of joking but you seemed to be serious.

"You aren't mad?"

"I'm in love with you is what I am."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disneytw #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #nyx's solarium

[reminiscingtonight]

Good Girls Gone Bad

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I usually don’t post back-to-back, but I was inspired by *that* clip

[WOSO Masterlist]

“Okay, which one of you did it?”

For 8am on a Monday morning, Katie McCabe can be loud. Even slightly hungover after a late night out partying, the girl can still break eardrums. 

Usually you’d be hyping her up, causing a ruckus with your platonic soulmate and making the locker room slightly more chaotic, but as mentioned before, you too are suffering the consequences of a late night out at the club with your best friend. You’re huddled by Lia, hoping the calm Swiss would dissuade Katie from impeding upon your self-imposed exile from the crazier and louder side of the locker room. Your hopes are dashed when Katie’s shoes come into the edge of your vision.

“Unless your next words are going to be apologizing for dragging me out last night with you and then making me do shots when we had practice at the butt crack of dawn the next day, I don’t want to hear it,” you grumble, not lifting your head from where it’s resting on Lia’s shoulder.

The Swiss rubs a soothing hand up and down your back, though not without exchanging an amused look with your girlfriend who’s sitting on your other side.

“Don’t act so innocent. We both know what you did.”

“And what exactly did I do?”

It’s only then, when you finally look Katie in the face, that you know exactly why she’s so mad. Biting your lip, you try hard not to laugh.

Some time between stumbling out of your shared uber last night and then showing up to today’s practice (late of course), Katie’s hair has turned from its rich brown roots into a bright red mane.

“Wow. I think you’ve got the Ronnie McD look down pat. You auditioning to be his successor or something?”

The snorts of laughter in the room are worth the murderous expression that crosses Katie’s face at your tease.

“I was taking a shower this morning and the next thing I know, my hair’s red! I know you had something to do with it!”

Out of all the girls on the team, Katie’s usually the one pulling the pranks. You’re probably second after her, oftentimes tag teaming to get a wider range of teammates. So it’s not like Katie’s argument is fully without merit. Though this time around she’s missing a key detail.

“And at what time would I have had the opportunity to do so?”

You’ve all been out on international duty for a little under two weeks. Yesterday was the first day you’ve seen Katie since leaving for camp, and you don’t even remember the last time you stepped foot into her place.

Honestly you wish you could take credit for such a prank. Only very few people have ever successfully pranked Katie. So whoever swapped her shampoo out with a dye filled bottle deserved all the praises in the world.

“Who else would’ve done something like this? Leah?” Katie throws the blonde’s name out with a roll of her eyes. 

It’s well known how responsible your girlfriend is. To have Leah taking such a big mick out of Katie would basically be the same as if Kim were to suddenly become tech savvy --- virtually unfathomable.

Leah simply hums. “Who me? No, no way, not me. I’m a good girl.”

Though her words are innocent, Leah follows them up with a cheeky grin and a wink sent your way.

Your mouth drops open. Leah did not just say that. Not in front of all of your friends. Not when she has a tendency to say similar things as that in the privacy of your shared bedroom. 

You’re half blushing, wondering what has gotten into your girlfriend, and half appalled all the same as you turn, wanting to see Katie’s reaction to Leah’s words. You’re already bracing yourself for the inevitable teasing or for the brunette to read into Leah’s body language, only to find the Irish woman not even paying Leah any attention. Instead, she’s back to glaring at you.

“Mark your days, (Y/L/N),” Katie huffs. “I’ll get you back for this. Just you see.”

Turning on her heels, Katie stomps to her locker, glaring at anyone who dares to stop and stare.

Rolling your eyes, you turn back to your girlfriend. There’s still this indecipherable gleam in her eyes that’s making you quite suspicious.

Finally ungluing yourself from Lia’s side, you all but throw yourself back into the blonde’s arms.

Chuckling, Leah presses a kiss against your cheek.

“Can you believe Katie? Like when do I have the time to take a piss on her? I barely crawled out of bed this morning, let alone drove to her place and replaced her shampoo with red dye.”

“I told you going out last night was a bad idea.”

Yes, you distinctly remember Leah trying to convince you to spend the night with her, but you hadn’t seen Katie in what felt like ages. You kissed your pouting girlfriend goodbye, promising to be back quick.

“If you hadn’t blown me off to go clubbing with Katie last night, we could’ve been doing so many things instead of you leaving me to stew all by my lonesome. You know you can never trust me to behave when left to my own devices.”

“Oh my god.” Now Leah’s weird behavior all day makes sense. Despite your hungover clinginess, your girlfriend’s been strangely despondent this morning. She hasn’t been actively cold or ignoring you by any means, she’s just been less like her normal touchy self since you’ve both woken up for the day. Her strange behavior was one of the reasons you sought solitude with Lia instead of throwing yourself into your girlfriend’s arms this morning. 

“It was you!” you whisper-shout, eyes wide with a mix of shock and impressivity. 

“What ever could you be accusing me of doing, babe?”

You should’ve known something was up when Leah didn’t try as hard as she usually does to keep you from going out last night. And you should’ve known she would have gotten up to no good in your absence. Your girlfriend rarely gets into mayhem-causing moods, but when she is in one, there’s no telling who’s safe. The last time she was in one, not even Keira, the one who helped set up half of Leah’s pranks with her, was safe. 

Since you denied Leah sex last night, it seems as if you, and by proxy Katie, are on top of her shit-list this time around.

She gives you a pat on the leg before shooting to her feet.

“All this because I didn’t have sex with you last night?” you whine, quick to scramble after to her. You were already kicking yourself for missing out on getting naked with Leah last night. But now she’s actively torturing you for doing so as well. “Katie’s literally going to be on my ass about this for at least the next week.”

“First off, that’s my ass. Tell her to back off. And second, a girl has needs. It’s not my fault you blew me off to go party last night. I’m just finding creative outlets to let off some steam.”

There’s a slight sparkle in her eyes that tells you Leah’s not actually mad. Though the mischief hasn’t left either, so you’re not sure if you’re quite so safe yet. Knowing your girlfriend, you still had a lot of things coming your way. 

“I swear, Leah,” you huff, an embarrassed blush already rising to you cheeks.

“What are you going to do, punish me?”

Your mouth drops open.

Leah’s skipping away with a devilish look and joyous giggle as you try your best to pick your jaw off the floor. 

Your girlfriend is going to kill you before the end of the day. You just know it.

Your thoughts are followed by you quickly ducking, barely avoiding the football aimed at your head. On second thought, maybe Leah’s not going to be the death of you. Katie might get there first.

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Just pure headcanons, what do you think happened during Maglor's reign as a king? I don't know if his reign was short or something but I remember it took some time before Fingon was able to save Maedhros and unite the noldor and there was still some division between the host of nolofinweans and feanorians. I wonder if he considered himself a placeholder until Maedhros returned or was he a reluctant king? Did the host respect him as a king, did his own brothers respect him as a king? I am so intrigued because, aside from Maedhros, I think Maglor deserved some shoutout lmao (No, this isn't a maglor-obsession-spree that I have been on, nu uh). Also, I feel like he would have some cordial relationship with Fingolfin, they could bond as the second sons having to take leadership because the eldest died/was abducted idk.

Oh no, starlitelwing. I hope you know the Pandora's Box you've just opened. King Maglor is one of my all-time favourite things to think about.

First of all: there's actually no canonical information on Maglor's position after the capture of Maedhros (in fact, we don't even know what Maedhros' title/position was after Feanor's death; all we know is that Feanor "claimed now the kingship of all the Noldor" in Tirion. Contested leadership is SO GOOD isn't it? anyway...).

The published Silmarillion glosses right over the question of who's in charge during the time between Feanor's death and Fingolfin's official assumption of the Kingship of the Noldor (which, if you ask me, Fingolfin effectively had been King since the time of Feanor's exile, and he was in any case Regent at the time of Finwe's death... he said he'd follow Feanor but the people following him were calling him Finwe Nolofinwe soooo... aiee, I digress again). The book gallops at such a breakneck speed that you don't really notice the gap in leadership. Or, I didn't.

But then you look at the Grey Annals (where Tolkien Gateway gets most of its First Age dates) and you see that there are 2-3 Tree Years and 5 Sun Years between Maedhros' capture and his rescue. Now, however you imagine time works in Tree Years when there are no Trees, that's still a long time. Maedhros was gone at a minimum 6-7 years, more likely closer to the equivalent of 30 "regular" years. (That's way longer, by the way, than the time between Feanor's death and Maedhros' capture, which was like, a day to a month, at most. Maedhros, if he even was King, was King for way less time than whoever followed him. And he sucked at the job, btw. But I digress. Again.)

So someone had to be in charge for those 6 to 30 years, but whomst? That the leadership would pass after Feanor's death to the eldest son is logical, and that it would then pass to the next eldest is also logical. I see no reason to refute that, but note: it would not be uncanonical to have someone other than Maedhros or Maglor in charge at this time. You can make King Celegorm a thing and still be canon-compliant!

This passage in the published Silm is basically the extent of the activities of the sons of Feanor during Maedhros' absence:

Then the brothers of Maedhros drew back, and fortified a great camp in Hithlum; but Morgoth held Maedhros as hostage, and sent word that he would not release him unless the Noldor would forsake their war, returning into the West, or else departing far from Beleriand into the South of the world. But the sons of Feanor knew that Morgoth would betray them, and would not release Maedhros, whatsoever they might do; and they were constrained also by their oath, and might not for any cause forsake the war against their Enemy.

The sense here is that all six sons acted as a unit. But in the 1937 Quenta Silmarillion, the text on which this passage is drawn:

Morgoth held [Maedhros] as hostage and sent word to Maglor that he would only release his brother if …

To Maglor! Excellent evidence that Tolkien was also making the logical conclusion that Maglor, the eldest, was in charge. (My best theory for why Christopher Tolkien took that out is Too Many Names, but it's an odd decision.)

All that was to say: We don't know, canonically, that Maglor was in charge at Mithrim. But it makes a lot of sense, and it's my headcanon that he was.

Now. More interesting headcanons.

I don't think Maglor was called King until it was politically necessary.

I see him as someone who is comfortable in command (one meaning of Cano is "commander", after all) but who likes to command collaboratively. Double-edged sword: he values the input of others (admirable quality) and he does not like being fully responsible for the outcomes of a decision (less admirable).

Unlike much fanon I've come across, I don't think Maglor was a particularly reluctant or incompetent leader or that he hated it. He was miserable, yes, because his father just died and his brother was just captured, and he wasn't thrilled to become a leader on top of that, but he keeps it together.

So how do I imagine it all went down?

The problem with Maglor being in command is that his "collaborative" style of leadership is not appropriate for a time of crisis or for his family. While the Silm often talks about "the sons of a Feanor" as a unit, I do not think they were of the same mind on everything. At all. They need a firm hand, and Maglor does not have that.

But who does have a firm hand? Who would be a more martial ruler, someone who could get people in order during a crisis? Celegorm. And he knows it.

So why did the Feanorians "get nothing done" during those 6-30 years (sidenote: I don't actually think they got nothing done, but it does seem they didn't get anything BIG done)? Well, for one, they were fighting amongst themselves.

Maglor could not get his brothers to agree on anything, and yet he did not know any other way of commanding, and over time he becomes more and more miserable as a leader.

Celegorm, meanwhile, is chomping at the bit to "relieve him" of the burden.

Around them, everyone else is picking sides.

Curufin is an interesting case. I headcanon he actually was fully behind Maglor at the beginning, because he respects the orderliness of succession. But as Maglor proves himself unsuitable for the role, he aligns with Celegorm.

Outside the family, I headcanon that the Mithrim Elves were actually quite taken with Maglor, the poet-king. Their alliance hinges on him. But the Noldor, especially the army, would rather follow Celegorm.

As everyone knows, a rival for leadership with the army's support is Bad News. And yet Maglor manages to hold on. He should definitely get credit for that.

But why hold on? If he is hating this ruler job, why not just let Celegorm have it? Couple reasons:

It's Celegorm. He may be able to perform well, but Maglor knows he's the most like Feanor in temperament and, well, Feanor's kingship didn't end well.

If Maglor gives up that crown, he will have admitted to himself that Maedhros is not coming back. This is the same reason he doesn't give it over to Fingolfin when Uncle Nolvo shows up. He is hanging onto that thing for dear life because, to him, it belongs to Maedhros and only Maedhros. He is the crown's custodian, never its rightful owner (this bleeds into my headcanon that Maglor does not "in his heart" agree with Maedhros' decision to cede the kingship — he'll never be as vocal about it as the others, though).

Now we come to another piece. What did Maglor call himself? Like I said up top, I don't think he initially called himself King. He was "head of his House", or maybe, "Lord of Hithlum," or maybe King Regent, but never King. If one of the Mithrim got mixed up and called him that, he would always correct them.

That changes when Fingolfin shows up. Now there's another claimant to the title of King. Possibly a more legitimate one than even Maedhros (as Maedhros later says himself).

By that time, Maglor has been keeping that crown out of Celegorm's hands for years; he is not giving it up now. And Fingolfin is less likely to challenge his leadership if he offers no room for ambiguity. If he dons the mantle of kingship and pretends Maedhros is dead.

So that is what he does... Does Fingolfin accept it? Well: "Then there was peril of strife between the hosts."

For three years, on opposite sides of the Lake, they're at an impasse. Fingon doesn't go looking for Maedhros because he thinks Maedhros is dead (and other reasons: the mission is insane and desperate not the least, and contrary to popular opinion Fingon is not a rash idiot).

How does Fingon eventually learn the truth? You'll have to wait and read what @melestasflight and I are cooking up for Silm Epistolary Week ;)

ETA: Despite this, I do think you're right that Maglor and Fingolfin could have bonded over their similar experiences! There's the personal and there's the political, and I love the idea of the tension between these straining what could be an emotionally supportive familial friendship between Maglor and Fingolfin.

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Yours Truly - Ominis Gaunt [Part 2]

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x fem!Reader

Themes: Fluff

Part 1, Part 3, Final Part (smut) and Final Part (fluff) are linked :)

Ominis jumps up as he hears a crinkle under him when he lies down on his bed. He runs his hands over the sheets, looking for the source of the sound and eventually finds an envelope under his pillow. He furrows his brows and grabs it. Another letter...? He carefully opens it and feels it. Those holes again.

My dearest Ominis,

You have been on my mind more and more recently. The way your hair flows in a breeze.

How your smile lights up any room you are in. The constellation that dots your cheeks.

Your beauty fills my mind at all hours of the day. Your voice flows softly in my ears and

I can't help but feel blithe when I listen to you. I hope you are aware that there are people

in your life who love you and I hope this brings comfort. For you to feel as joyful and

peaceful as I when I am with you is all I could want in life. I long to see you again, my love.

Adoringly yours,

Anonymous

He freezes his hands at the end of the letter, face burning. Merlin's beard... He shakes his head and shoves the letter in his pocket just as Sebastian walks in.

"Ohoho!" He laughs and runs over, nudging Ominis. "Another love letter?"

Ominis feels his face burn even more and turns away. "None of your business, Sebastian..."

Sebastian puts his hands on his hips and frowns, immediately smirking. "Spicy content, ay?"

Ominis straightens and spins around towards Sebastian. "No! Absolutely not!"

Sebastian laughs and walks to his bed, flopping down. "It's alright, I won't pry into your private affairs."

Ominis scoffs and grabs his wand, walking out of the room.

***

"Now now, Ominis. He just wants to support you!" you say, grinning.

He shakes his head and leans back in his seat. "He wants to tell everyone what it says. He convinced it has," he leans in and whispers, "sexual content."

You burst out laughing and Madam Scribner shushes you from across the library. You hunch your shoulders and lean into Ominis. "Does it?"

He sighs and shakes his head. "No, (Y/N), it doesn't. It's just...It talks about the way I look."

You straighten up and look at the papers laying on the floor. You're doing really well with these! However, you still can't tell if he actually likes them or not...

"Is that a good thing?"

He's silent for a moment and turns to you. "Do you think I'm beautiful?"

You feel your face burn and sit back. "What?"

He turns back toward the paper and rests his head on his hand. "Whoever this is says I'm beautiful and is listing my features, but...I guess I've never thought of myself as beautiful."

You frown and poke his shoulder. "Well, you're very pretty, Ominis. I have to agree with them."

He blushes a bit and you see a small smile creep across his face. You love making him smile. He deserves to be happy, despite what he thinks. Merlin...you would do anything to make him happy....

"I don't know anyone that knows braille."

You perk up. "What?"

He straightens and leans back on his hands. " Well, it's written in braille, right? As far as I know, there are no other blind students. Who would even know braille?"

You shift, a bit nervous that he's on to you. "Well...maybe they learned it cause they like you so much! Would you rather a howler?"

He laughs and shakes his head. "Absolutely not. Sebastian would have too much to work with."

You laugh with him and lean in, looking closely at his face. Merlin, he's pretty. The way his eyes glow in the firelight. His little hum as he thinks. How soft his lips look... You lean away and shake your head. You need to keep that for the letters. You look back at him and can't help but think what it would feel like to lay against him. To have your head in the crook of his neck. To listen to his heartbeat as you both fall asleep. You laugh, looking down at the floor. This is perfect material for your next letter to him. You've got to think where it will go...

"(Y/N)?"

You look over and he's turned his head toward you, brows furrowed. "Sorry, did you say something?"

"You laughed, I just asked what happened."

"Oh, sorry! I was just thinking about something, don't worry about it."

He frowns a bit but nods. You feel bad but you can't just tell him what you were thinking about. After a while you bid him goodbye and run back to your room. You need to get started on the next letter before your forget your thoughts.

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Avalon | Prologue

poly!bts x male!reader | vampire!AU | reader x vampire!bts | ot7 x male!reader

Caught one night when bathing in the river by his home M/n is taken by a group of men. Realising the situation he has found himself in, M/n's number one priority is getting out of there alive. Easier said than done when you've got to get past seven bloodthirsty and ridiculously horny vampires hellbent on making him their newest blood bag.

A/N: I got inspired while reading @colormepurplex2 's series, so go show her some support!! This is my first fic so pls give me advice or write if you notice any mistakes. Yess DPR IAN is my face claim for M/n, I love this man too much. Thank you thank you, enjoy!

His hands trembled as he followed the black-haired man down the hallway, thoughts running and changing faster than his mind could keep up with. Was this it? Was this where his life would end? Not that there was much of a life to begin with, but he had so many things he had yet to do, so many sights and places he hoped he would one day be able to see, even if only for a moment.

Stopping in front of a large oak door he paused, leaving a good distance between him and his kidnappers, just what did they want with him? If they were going to kill him then do it already? Why make him wait, why prolong the inevitable?

The man in front of him sighed, causing him to freeze up. Shit. Did he say something? Has he somehow made his situation even worse by making it seem as though he had not been listening, choosing to actively ignore the all-powerful man in front of him? The man who held his very life in the palm of his hands, free to do with it as he pleased. Free to end it any way he wanted. 

“You know," he said, looking back at him "for someone who doesn’t speak, you sure do have a lot to say”. Turning around he opened the door, with the taller man begrudgingly following shortly behind.

Beautiful. Truly whoever had decorated this building- this mansion- deserved the highest of praise. Deep maroon walls surrounded him, the colour seeming to match the aura of the brooding man before him. Only one window seemed visible, and even then, the curtains that hung from the high ceilings, cascading like a bloody waterfall, seemed to cover what little light managed to fight its way through.

“Well, are you going to come in or am I going to have to pull you in here myself?” Was all he said, cocking his head slightly, as though giving him a choice. Quickly he shuffled in as fast as his feet could make him. The illusion of a choice

Sure he didn’t really think this would in any way put a stop to his inevitable doom, but maybe listening to them would make the end less painful. Even if it sounded stupid in his head, the idea of there being even the slightest chance at a painless end spurred him to bite his tongue and do as the men told him.

Sitting down on the bed that stood in the middle of the room, the centrepiece, the man gestured to the space in front of him. Too close. He wanted him far too close for his liking. But what choice did he have? 

Begrudgingly he slowly made his way towards the man. Though perhaps he was too slow because the next thing he knows he’s being pulled by the arm, tripping over his own feet, falling to his knees in front of a now annoyed vampire. Shit.

A rhetorical question. He was obviously not expecting an answer from the man kneeling before him who had yet to say a single word. Did he not know that staying silent was useless, that he could hear his thoughts over the span of an entire forest? The very thing that got him into this situation in the first place? 

‘No’ Yoongi thought to himself, letting out a deep breath of frustration. There had to be more to it.

Of all the people Namjoon could have chosen from, why had it been him who was stuck on babysitting duty? No, babysitting was the wrong word for his current situation. The way that the man in front of him carried himself. The way he kept his legs tucked underneath him, hands clasped together on his thighs, the slight tremble visible only to the perseptive eyes of him and his brothers.

This felt closer to pet sitting if anything. He had not been blind to the way that he always kept a safe distance between himself and any of the guys in the house. Sighing he got up, for once having enough of the silence. The man was quick to jump to his feet. Whether to fight, run or hide Yoongi wasn’t certain.

"Stay here," he said walking towards the door he just came from. He had heard the front door open and close shut, signaling the return of the others. "I'll be right back, and I think we both know it would be in your best interest to stay put."

And with that, the door was closed. Sealing yet another victims fate.

Yet something kept bother Yoongi, as he walked down the corridor towards his brothers study, where the rest of them were bound to already be lounging about.

Why was this new humans scent so enticing? Was it even healthy for a living breathing human being to smell that much like death? Whatever it was Yoongi knew they were going to figure it out, with or without your cooperation.

One thing was for sure though;

This was gonna be a pain.

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Coffee for your head | Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: Eddie is in his death bed... He has so much to say...

Cw: Major angst warning!! Major character death, sad topics, illness, death bed, agonizing, little smut

Writer's note: This is based off Death Bed by Powfu. I was listening to it when coming home from work, and I wanted to write it as Eddie and you

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

"I'm sorry, you don't have long enough... Maybe, 4 months"

That was the moment their lives changed

Only at age 25 Eddie Munson has been diagnosed with lung cancer, terminal, there was nothing the doctors could do to safe him

"Eddie... No..." You had whispered grabbing his hand

A lonely tear had left his eye without him noticing, he just let out an anguished breath

Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep, I don't wanna pass away

I been thinking of our future, 'cause I'll never see those days

I don't know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it

I tried to do my best, but you know that I'm not perfect

"I would recommend enjoying the last moments you have together, do the things you love, eat what you like, just, make good memories in the mean time"

The couple had gone home in silence, quiet sobs being heard from her as she held his hand during the ride home

They had moved together 3 years ago, making a small apartment their safe home, but now it had became all moody and sad

It was no lie that Eddie smoked a lot, since he was a teen, but his cancer had been too aggressive and it was taking him out really fast

"What am I gonna do without you Eddie?" You said sobbing into his chest as he held you close to him

"Live..." You cried even harder

"I can't live without you Eddie, you're my whole life"

I been praying for forgiveness, you've been praying for my health

When I leave this Earth, hoping you'll find someone else

'Cause, yeah, we still young, there's so much we haven't done

Getting married, start a family, watch your husband with his son

That night he tried to calm you down my making love to you, slow and tender, with lots of love in each move he made, his kisses filled with sorrow and pain, he knew he didn't have long to do this so he had to enjoy the moments he had you

During the days his health went downhill, he couldn't move a lot, his breathing would be different during the night, you prayed every night to whoever was out there to save him but they never seemed to answer back

Soon he had to use oxygen to breath properly, moving out of the bed was too much work as time went on

"It's almost time for me to go baby..." He had said to you one day

You had cried onto his chest, begging him not to leave you

I wish it could be me, but I won't make it out this bed

I hope I go to Heaven, so I see you once again

My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings

Happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending

"I love you so much Y/n..."

"I love you too Eddie"

"You'll find someone else baby, someone who will love you so much" you shook your head

"I only want you, you're my only love"

He caressed your cheek

I'm happy that you here with me, I'm sorry if I tear up

When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up

Taking goofy videos and walking through the park

You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark

"Remember that day at the fair? When you got lost and I found you near the fountain?" You nodded "I'll find you again in another life baby"

Cuddle in your sheets, sing me sound asleep

And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03

Sundays, went to church, on Mondays, watched a movie

Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me

"You can go Eddie... Rest my love" you had finally accepted what was to come

"I love you..."

"I love you too..."

With one final smile he closed his eyes and finally left this world...

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

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[amhrosina]

Matt Reacting to Your Parents Being Mean to You (Matt Murdock x gn!Reader) Headcanons

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: This is the second part of a requested headcanon by nonnie! I'll link Frank's to this one. I hope you enjoy!

My request are open, but please be patient! I have gotten an overwhelming amount of requests recently, so I'm working through them as fast as I can without burning myself out. I'm also in the middle of planning a long, full length Frank x Vigilante!Reader fic!

Frank Castle's Headcanon

Summary: Matt comforts you after he overhears your parents being cruel to you.

(Warnings: sexist comments from your parents, ableism towards matt, soft!matt, mentions of matt letting the devil out (so like, mentions of violence i guess?), matt being an absolute doll, reader is matt's world, you know the drill)

You have Matt, and subsequently the Devil, wrapped around your little finger.  

Any time he’s ever stumbled upon you crying, he’s always demanded to know who hurt you so he could do his absolute worst to them. 

Matt was always comforting and gentle, wrapping you in his arms and kissing your hair.  

Once night overtook the city, though, the Devil would come untethered, unleashing his rage on whoever thought they could get away with hurting you. 

This was difficult, however, when your parents were the ones bringing tears to your pretty face. 

Matt would never let the Devil fulfill his revenge fantasy, though some nights he wishes he could, like tonight. 

He stands in the doorway of the apartment you share, cane clenched between white knuckles.  

He could hear you sobbing in the bedroom – overheard it from three blocks away and rushed home, vowing to make whoever caused you this pain pay with their blood. 

He stops short when he overhears your parents on the phone. 

Your parents had always been old-fashioned, so when you moved in with Matt before marriage, you knew they would see it as catastrophic. 

“I can’t believe you would do this. This goes against everything we raised you to be. Where is your obedience? Your decorum? Do you have no respect for yourself? Are you nothing more than a common whore?” 

Matt feels the metal of his cane bending beyond its capabilities, finally snapping between his hands. Shards of metal embed themselves in his hands, but his focus is elsewhere. He could feel the Devil clawing its way through his chest, begging to be released.  

“Dad, please. Matt’s a good man. He helps people every day. He’s a-” 

“I can’t see how a blind man could be capable of helping anyone, let alone you.” 

“Stop. You can insult me all you want, but don’t insult him. He’s a good man.” 

Your phone hitting the wall and shattering is what breaks Matt out of his stupor.  

He hastens to the bedroom, knocking softly on the door before opening it. 

Your hunched, sobbing form sitting on the edge of the bed knocks the wind out of him. His heart breaks as the salt from your tears hits his tongue. 

“Please tell me you didn’t hear that.” 

“Petal...are you okay? I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better than that.” 

Matt kneels in front of you, removing his glasses. 

You fall into his arms. To his credit, he seems to be expecting this. His breathing doesn’t even change when your body collides with his. 

Matt runs his hands up and down your back in a soothing motion, letting you cry into his chest for as long as you need to.  

“They’re so mean. They wouldn’t last one day in your shoes, yet they constantly belittle you for a disability that you can’t help. They act like it’s a weakness, and like you’re not worthy of love because of it.” 

“If I got upset every time someone tried to make my blindness a weakness, I’d be eternally angry. It doesn’t bother me, I promise. What bothers me is the way they talk to you. You deserve the world, petal. I’m so sorry they can’t see that.” 

Matt carries you to your bed, crawling into the sheets next to you. 

He leaves gentle, caressing kisses all over your face, making you giggle. 

“Ah, there it is.”  

Matt’s content sigh has your heart aching with love for him. He accepts you, shitty parents and all, and you spend the night enveloped in his arms, cherishing his warmth and love. 

End Note: I hope you liked it! I don't think y'all understand just how much I love Matt Murdock. I would do ANYTHING for this man. Thank you for requesting, nonnie!

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Twice's 10th member gets caught by her unnies mothering Le Sserafim's Eunchae

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend smit24123, who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Lol at this point I am I have one where the members see 10th member acting like a mom (what they act like with her) to a 4th gen group (any of your choice) and how they react

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The day dawned bright and sunny in Seoul, and the members of TWICE were relishing their well-deserved day off. Y/N, the youngest among them, had made plans to spend the day with her good friend Eunchae from Le Sserafim. They had met at a music show and quickly formed a close bond.

As the 10th member and Eunchae strolled through a nearby park, laughter echoed between them. TWICE's snowflake couldn't help but keep an attentive eye on Eunchae, making sure she didn't trip over a rock or slip on the grass. She held Eunchae's hand as they walked, their fingers intertwined, talking animatedly about their experiences in the K-pop industry.

Inside a nearby café, the members of TWICE observed the scene outside through large windows.

Mina - Look at our honey, Jihyo unnie. She's like a little mom to Eunchae.

Jihyo - She really is. Our kid has such a big heart.

The other members nodded in agreement, watching their maknae and Eunchae with a sense of pride and affection. Y/N had always been the youngest, but today, she was showing a different side, a nurturing, protective side that made them admire her even more.

As they continued to watch, TWICE's little star made sure Eunchae was comfortable and well-fed during their picnic. She had prepared a lunchbox full of Eunchae's favourite snacks and made sure Eunchae ate properly.

Nayeon - You know, our child's taking care of Eunchae like she's her little sister. It's adorable.

Sana - My baby is doing a great job. Maybe she'll be the first one among us to have kids!

The others laughed at Sana's playful comment, and Tzuyu, who was the second youngest after Y/N, couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy.

Tzuyu - I wish Y/N would look after me like that. *pouts*

Jeongyeon - Don't worry, Tzuyu. Our dongsang cares about all of us. But it's sweet to see how much she cares for Eunchae.

Outside, Y/N and Eunchae had moved to a small playground within the park. Eunchae's eyes shone with delight as she saw the swings and slides. Y/N couldn't resist joining in on the fun. She pushed Eunchae on the swings, their laughter filling the air, and they raced down the slides together.

Inside the café, the TWICE members couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as they watched their sunflower. She had a special connection with Eunchae, and it was heartwarming to see how protective she was.

Jihyo - Y/N really is like a big sister to Eunchae, isn't she?

Dahyun - She's such a caring person. It's no wonder Eunchae feels so comfortable around her.

The members continued to watch as their girl and Eunchae played on the playground equipment, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. Y/N made sure Eunchae stayed safe and had a great time.

As the day wore on, the younger girls returned to the café, their faces flushed from playing and laughing. They walked in and joined the rest of TWICE, greeted with warm smiles and admiring gazes.

Nayeon - Love, you were like a big sister to Eunchae out there. It was so sweet to watch.

TWICE's youngest blushed, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

Eunchae - Y/N unnie took such good care of me today. I'm really lucky to have her as a friend!

Sana couldn't resist teasing again.

Sana - Darling, are you secretly training to be a mom?

Y/N - No, not at all. But I do care about Eunchae a lot, and I want her to have a good time. *laughing*

Tzuyu - Yeah, our Y/N is amazing. *nodding in agreement*

As they all enjoyed a meal together, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond she shared with her fellow TWICE unnies. They were like a family to her, and she knew that they would always support and love her, whether she was taking on the role of a protective friend or the youngest member of the group. And as she ate lost in her thoughts, her older sisters all looked at her and had the same thing in mind:

We love our dear maknae sm.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

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[nervousgardenerkid]

highschool au steve (who’s friends with the party because fuck the king steve era he deserves good friends <3) where you’re his reluctant tutor and he’s convinced this is the start of a romcom where you two eventually fall in love but you’re just trying to tutor your cute annoying classmate because you need an excuse to get out of being dragged into joining a club and/or sport by your friends and tutoring can’t possibly be super hard right?

but eventually steve’s flirting gets to you and when he comes to your next tutoring session with an A on his latest paper you think he doesn’t need a tutor and are sad obviously happy to see he doesn’t need to be tutored anymore. cue steve being an in love idiot and purposefully flunking his next assignment so you can keep being his tutor. robin, who’s tired of his shit, tells you why his grades keep drastically fluctuating (because he wants to keep being tutored but also doesn’t want you to think you’re a bad tutor) which leads to (after some convincing from his children friends) you telling him if he gets an A on the next assignment you’ll go on a date with him <3

can u tell i got carried away again LMAO credit to whoever made the gif! i hope u like it hehe <3

Steve let out a sigh of defeat as he stared at the bright red F on his paper. He swears he did so well this time! Guess studying with Dustin didn't pay off. He felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Robin whispered. “What did you get?”

Steve rolled his eyes showing her the paper.

“Dustin is a shitty tutor.”

“Did you guys even study?”

Steve looked back at the other day and let out a soft “huh,” once he realized he simply walked into the library to grab Dustin. “You know, now that I’m thinking about it, we didn't even study.”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“How am I a junior who got accidentally put in calculus and doing better than you?”

Steve opened his mouth to come back with a snarky remark but was saved by the bell.

“Whatever, I'll talk to Ms. Rodriguez after class. I'm sure she'll find me a tutor.”

-

“Y/n, cmon please!” Chrissy begged while holding your hand. You chuckled, shaking your head as you grabbed your calculus book, shutting your locker once you had it.

“Chrissy I'm flattered, really, but there's no way I'm joining the cheer squad.”

Chrissy followed you as you made your way toward your next class.

“But the uniforms are so cute!”

“To each their own!”

You understand what she was trying to do for you. You never really joined any clubs at school, not for any particular reason. You just didn't want to. I mean, who wants to stay after school and practice instead of going home and relaxing?

“Okay, what about the newsletter?” she asked with a big smile.

You shook your head violently. “I love Nancy to death, but she takes that way too seriously.”

“Cause she's passionate about it! Do you have anything you're passionate about?”

You leaned against the wall by your classroom thinking about it. Surely there was something.

“Y/n!” you heard a voice shout.

Your head shot up in the direction your name was called, a smile craving your face as you saw the familiar mop of semi-curls.

“Hey, Eddie!”

Eddie laughed and picked you up while spinning you around.

He placed you down and brought you in for a tight hug.

“Not that I don't appreciate the love, but what's going on?”

“I finally got an A on Mr. David’s paper and it's all thanks to you!”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at the small praise from the boy in front of you. You waved your hand around as you looked down at your feet.

“No, it wasn't me Eddie, I just showed you how to study in your own way! Sometimes sitting in front of books and reading isn't for everyone,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah, well because of you I’ll be able to finally get the hell out of here! Seriously y/n you're a genius!” he shouted at you while pointing and walking in the opposite direction.

Chrissy giggled. “He's such a weird kid. Not a bad weird though.”

You nodded your head. “He's a sweetheart though, I'll see you after tryouts?” you asked her, finally beginning to walk into class.

She nodded her head with a bright smile on her face. “See you after tryouts!”

You smiled and took your usual seat at your desk, you glanced at the board and opened your textbook to the page that was on the board getting ready to read about today’s lesson.

“Y/n, could you come up here, please?” you heard Ms. Rodriguez call. You make your way over to her desk with confusion on your face.

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course sweetheart! How would you feel about some extra credit?”

You perked up at the mention of it causing Ms. Rodriguez to laugh.

“I have a student who needs tutoring and I figured why not send in my best student.”

“Ms. Rodriguez I just passed your last test, if I'm your best student that's a little sad.”

“You helped Munson get a B on his quiz.”

Your eyes went wide and you smiled. “Did I really?”

She nodded her head and smiled at you. “I don't mean to be rude but you brought him from a D to a B, it's progress.”

You stood there and thought about it. The teachers underestimated Eddie. He was smart, he just didn't have the proper tools to kick-start his mind. What if this kid isn't smart? What if you can never teach then they fail? That means that you've failed.

“Look, you don't have to say yes,” Ms. Rodriguez started. “But if you decide to go he said he'd meet you in the library after school…assuming he knows where that is.”

You nodded your head. “I'll tutor him, I'm sure it won't be that hard.”

-

It's been an hour. An hour of you sitting in the school library when you could be at home taking a nap. Chrissy stopped by earlier jumping for joy when she told you she made the cheer squad. You smiled and congratulated her knowing she was ecstatic to be on the team. She left shortly saying she needed to meet the coaches for her uniform, ever since then you've been alone.

You let out a frustrated sigh gathering your things while cursing under your breath. At least you finished some homework, now you can go home and just relax. Your thoughts are cut off when someone bursts into the library panting trying to catch their breath. Shushes are thrown at him causing him to scoff.

“Oh relax. Geez, a guy can't even breathe nowadays.” His eyes scanned the library lighting when they land on you.

Oh no, you think. Please, please for the love god tell me I don't have to tutor Steve Harrington.

“Hey y/n! Ms. Rodriguez said you'd tutor me.”

Send the flood. Send it now.

“You’re late Harrington.”

“I know, but hear me out!”

You took a seat gesturing for him to go on.

“Oh, I didn't think you were actually gonna hear me out.”

“Steve, I'll leave.”

“Right, sorry, I would've been here but I needed to pick up the kids from school.”

Kids? “You have kids?”

“God no! I mean, not yet. I'll have little nuggets of my own someday, but I babysit…I guess.”

Your eyes light up as you remember seeing him with a group of kids from time to time. “Oh yeah! Nance’s brother and his friends, right?”

He smiled and sat down next to you nodding his head.

“Yup, they're demons.” He rubbed his hands together and put his backpack on the table. “So when do we start?”

“We started an hour ago Steve. Look, seriously if you want me to be your tutor please come on time.”

Steve nodded and made an X over his heart. “Cross my heart, and hope to die, babe.”

You bit your bottom lip, shaking your head trying to fight off the heat that made way to your cheeks.

“So um, Rodriguez gave me your quiz.”

“Ah, so you've seen my handy work,” he said while leaning back in the chair, his arms thrown behind his head.

“If that's what you want to call it.” you smiled.

Steve swears he felt his heart beat out of his chest when you smiled at him. How has he never noticed how pretty you are? He's seen you around the school before, he knows your friends with Robin. How come you guys haven't crossed paths before?

“You see how you have X=8? It actually equals 20. You have to carry the five here and subtract three from- Steve are you listening?”

“You're really pretty.” he blurred out.

Great, you thought. Now I'm flustered. “Oh, um, thank you, but we should really get back to studying-”

“We should go out sometime.”

You ignore his comment and look through his test making mental notes. “Do you remember anything from algebra?” you asked while glancing at him.

“What?”

You put your head in your hands and let out a sigh. “We're gonna need more than books to help you.”

-

“No, Robin! I need you to put in a good word for me!”

Robin closed her locker and looked at him. “Steve, you're literally a chick magnet. Why do you need my help?”

Steve hopped into the driver's seat with disappointment written on his face. He was supposed to meet you to study after school today but you canceled.

“She's not just a chick robin. There's something about her I just can't shake off.”

“Gross, you've been watching rom-coms too much.”

Steve sighed and saw you walking out of the building with a smile on his face. He's been studying with you for about two weeks now and he's been anxiously waiting to get his test back from Ms. Rodriguez. He's been studying the flash cards you made him paying more attention to your handwriting than the material written on the cards.

“Should I talk to her?” Steve asked while looking over at robin who was too busy applying mascara to her lashes.

“Uh-huh, totally.”

Steve rolled his eyes, stepping out of the car and jogging over to you.

“Y/n! Hey!” he said with a smile on his face.

“Hey, Steve, any news back about your test?”

He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jacket nervously swaying back and forth on the heels of his feet.

“Nah not yet, by the way, you look stunning today,” he said with a smile. You roll your eyes as he grabs your hand lifting it up in the air.

“cmon, do a little spin for me”

Ever since that first day of studying with you, he's been persistent in getting you to fall for him. He'll bring you little gifts or doodles he does in class when he's bored even though you scold him for not paying attention. He's even brought in his friends to back him up.

“You know Steve is a nice guy,” Mike said. “My sister loved going out with- oof.”

Dustin cut him off with a punch to the arm. “Dude, maybe don't mention the fact that Nancy went out with him.”

Mike made a confused noise. “But she's happy with Jonathan now. What's the harm?”

You reluctantly do the spin pushing him away when he lets out a whistle.

“You're so stupid,” you said walking away from him.

“Stupid for you. When are you gonna let me take you out on a date? Dustin vouched that I'm a hopeless romantic.”

You opened your mouth to say something but got cut off by someone shouting your name.

“Yo! Y/n!”

“Oh hey, Robert, ready to study?”

Steve felt his heart drop. You're studying with other people? But that's your guys’ thing.

“Yeah, coach will have my head if I don't get my history grade up.”

Did you cancel your study date with Steve to study with someone else?

“I'm sure he will superstar, I'll meet you in the library in a bit.”

Robert nodded his head and walked away to the library. You looked at Steve and noticed his mood went down.

“Hey, everything okay?”

“You're studying with Robert?”

“Yeah, his coach practically begged me to tutor him so he can play in Friday's game.”

Steve understood you are free to study with other people. Free to study with other guys. So why was he so jealous?

“Oh, okay cool.”

You held back a giggle as you pushed him back slightly. “Jealous Harrington?”

“A little.”

You swear you always know what he's about to say, yet he always catches you off guard.

You ruffle his hair and make your way to the library throwing a glance at him over your shoulder.

“Don't worry Harrington, there's no guy like you.”

Steve watched you walk away with rosy cheeks and a smile as he walked back to his car humming a random tune.

“Robin.”

“I saw that whole thing you are head over heels for her. I'll put a word in for you.”

“No need, apparently there's no guy like me.”

-

Steve was pushing past students shouting out the occasional “excuse me!” and “get out of my way.” he bursts into the library, his eyes scanning the room before he sees you're nose deep in a book, walkman headphones over your ears.

He sprints over to you and slams his body down in the chair across from you.

You jump and glare at him, moving your headphones down around your neck. “Jesus Steve, how about you warn a girl before you ambush her?”

Steve said nothing as he placed the test in front of you with the biggest smile you've ever seen. You gasped and grabbed the test bringing it closer to you, letting out a squeal when you see a green 85% written at the top of his test. You throw half of your body across the table wrapping him in a hug.

“I told you you could do it, Stevie!”

Steve thought he died right then and there and was greeted by an angel who looked a little too much like you.

You sit back in your seat and give him a bittersweet smile. “This is the end of an era Steve, you're all good now.”

You've never seen a smile leave his face so fast. “What? What do you mean?”

You looked at your watch and started putting some of your books away in your bag.

“You passed the test Steve, that's why Rodriguez asked me to tutor you.”

“But what about my next test?”

You let out a giggle and threw your bag over your shoulder.

“This is the basics, if you understood this then you're set for the rest of the year.”

Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked at you in shock. You set him up! You made him fall in love with you and your beautiful brain only to abandon him before he could make the move!

“But what if I fail again?! What happens then?”

“Steve, you're not gonna fail! I believe in you, you got this!” you encouraged him while standing up. “Now if you'll excuse me, I have to pass on my smarts to another jock.”

Steve watched you walk away with a frown on his face. He stormed into the hand room whispering for robin to meet him by his car after practice.

“Hey, y/n told me about you passing! Congrats dingus, maybe you aren't a dingus after all.”

“I need to fail my next assignment.”

Robin sighed and pinched the bridge of her most. “I stand corrected. Okay, what's up?”

Steve opened the car door for her and ran around to his side once robin saluted him and sat in the passenger seat. He started his car and started the drive to Robin’s house.

“She said it's the end of an era! What's that even mean?”

“She meant studying Steve. She considers you a friend now, so you can hang out with her without the textbooks and stress!”

Robin did make a fair point. He could finally flirt with you without you getting onto him about staying focused. It’d just be you two, no books, no kids from your class asking you questions about the notes you took, and no more stupid calculus work. For some unknown reason, all of that terrified Steve. When you guys were studying everything came naturally to Steve, he thinks, no, he knows the minute he hangs out with you outside of study hours he's going to embarrass himself. Steve shook his head and looked over at robin.

“Our study dates are better, I'll just fail tomorrow's assignment, and boom. I'm back in.”

-

You arrived early to school knowing you had to help Eddie cram for his English test in first period. You grabbed a couple of notebooks for your classes today and slammed your locker shouting when you saw robin behind it.

“Jesus Christ! What is up with you and Steve sneaking up on me?!”

Robin put both hands on your shoulders and shook you gently.

“Please talk to him!” she shouted, her voice bouncing off the walls of the nearly empty hallway. “He plans on failing all of today’s assignments just so he can keep studying with you!”

“Robin, please stop shaking me. Many people love this brain.”

She stopped shaking you but her grip on your shoulders stayed tight.

“I love you y/n, I really do. You're one of my best friends!”

“Awe, Robi-”

“But I swear to god if I have to hear about how your eyes sparkle every time Steve gets a question right, or about how badly he has to fight the urge to tuck your hair behind your ear when it falls in your face while reading I will poke pencils in my ears!”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at everything robin was saying. Did Steve really feel like that? You know he likes to flirt with you here and there but you thought that was him just being charismatic. Robin rolled her eyes when she sees that you were blushing.

“God, you're just as bad as him.”

-

“Okay so, what Shakespeare is trying to say is-”

“Hey rob, beat it. Gotta discuss something with my girl.” Steve said pulling a chair next to you and slinging his arm around you.

You rolled your eyes and looked over at him. “Steve I'm in the middle of helping Robert write a report-”

“No, no, he's fine. I think I'm gonna have a brain aneurysm if I read anymore.” Robert said while gathering his things.

You opened your mouth ready to ask Steve what was going on but he held a piece of paper up.

“An F?! Stevie, what happened? You were doing so good?” you gasped out grabbing the calculus homework out of his hands.

Steve shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I guess I need more tutoring, gosh sometimes my memory is so bad I forget things like that!” he said with the snap of his fingers.

You tuned him out as you squinted at the paper, something was off, this wasn't Steve's handwriting.

“Steve?”

“Yes, darling?”

You blushed but chose to ignore his comment. “Your handwriting looks a lot like this one kid I tutored.”

“Duh, it's me. I'm the kid you tutored.”

You shook your head letting out a hum. “Your handwriting is neat. This looks like chicken scratch.”

Steve let out an awkward chuckle and cleared his throat. “Okay fine, I borrowed-”

“Borrowed?”

“I stole Jerry’s homework and pretended it was mine so that way I can keep studying with you.”

“Steve! You can hang out with me outside of studying!”

“I know I can! It's just easier with the books all around me cause I feel like you're not 100% focused on me! I know the second I have all your attention on me in gonna embarrass myself and you'll never want to date me.”

you giggle and give Steve the paper.

“I'll tell you what, next assignment you get an A on we'll go out on a date.”

Steve smiled. “You mean it?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, babe.”

Steve shot out of his seat and kissed you on your cheek running out of the library.

“I won't let you down babe!”

A group of students shushed him and he shushed them back aggressively. “Geez, talk about a tough crowd.”

The next day you opened up your locker picking up a piece of paper that fell out. You unfolded it smiling as you saw the A+ written at the top of his paper right next to his name. Steve snuck up behind you giving your cheek a kiss, smiling at his good grade.

“Now, if I'm not mistaken, I believe you owe me a date.”

#this took me forever to write #it didn't help that half of this was me on an edible #i'm just crazay like dat #don't do drugs kids #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

[junglxqueen]

The Verstappen Devil [07]

Italy Part 2/3

A/N: I took my sweet time to come back, I know, there's a it of drama in my house. I'll try to update the last part of the Italy race this week.

Don't be a ghost reader! Please ♥

QUALY DAY

The track is alive.

What do you understand from that sentence? 

Bear with me for a minute because I want to make you see what I mean by that.

Do you ever get into the water and just take a minute to feel it? But really feel it: The movement of it, the temperature, how it feels against your skin, how it flows around you whenever you are swimming. Do you? 

If you do, have you ever noticed that you kinda have to get in sync with it to be able to swim better? If you don’t have the proper form, if you don’t dive into it at the right angle, you are going to splash and swim a lot slower, because you are fighting the water.

What you have to do is learn what are the right movements, the right tricks and tactics to get a better flow, not to cause resistance with the water and become one with it. I like to see it as if you get the water’s favour. 

I see the track in the same way as swimmers see the water. 

As if it’s alive, an awake and fierce creature that you have to learn to make it your friend. Try and earn it’s good grace, find the best ways to swiftly drive through and not fight it or harm it.

I’ve always pictured it like that.

I also think that you can feel it’s answer. If it’s accepting you, if it’s warning you, if it’s rejecting you, or the worst of all: if it’s thirsting for blood. 

(When you feel the last one it’s terrifying, you don’t even want to get into the car when that happens.)

I know it’s an stupid way of thinking, my dad likes to mock me for it and sometimes Mick joins. (Still, every single race they ask me how the track feels and I know that they drive even more carefully when I say that it doesn’t feel good. It’s not that stupid then, isn’t it?)

That’s why, ever since I was a kid, I go to the track and kneel by it, put my hand on the asphalt and just… feel it, and talk to it, and try to get into its good grace. I hope for it to open its arms for me, welcoming me to its home.

After I do that, and before I go to get into my car, there’s another little thing that I do: I take a moment, close my eyes and pray. (Not to the track, clearly.)

For some reason,I’ve seen that fans find this part weirder than me talking to the track. But, can they blame me?

When you are doing this, when not only your life but also your friend’s and your family’s lives are on the line every time you get into the car, you have to believe. I have to believe. That there’s a God out there to whom I can entrust our lives and be sure that He will protect us. 

I gotta believe because if I don’t I wouldn’t be able to get into the car and do what I do. 

Sometimes I even pray for myself. The whole “Verstappen Devil” thing, I understand why, I don’t like it, but I understand it. Whenever I get into the car and start to race, it’s like I take a completely different persona. It’s scary because there are times where I just don’t care, all I want is to win and I completely disregard my own safety. 

I know that my dad worries about it, that’s probably why he keeps telling me to take care of my heart everytime I get into the car. He doesn’t want me to get too greedy and end up in a nasty accident. It happened before.

So I pray for Him to protect me, and whoever is driving with me. And If I ever get someone into a nasty accident, if it’s my fault and it’s between taking my life or the other one, that he takes mine. Most likely, I deserve it.

Today I’m taking an extra minute to pray, the track is feeling weird.  It’s not bad, It’s not like it’s rejecting me. I wouldn’t know how to explain it, it’s just… weird. 

“Who would’ve thought that the devil is a believer.” A voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I take a moment to finish the prayer before opening my eyes and look up to the source of the sound.

Carlos is standing with a playful grin on his face while Pierre and Charles are next to him. I roll my eyes playfully and Pierre offers me his hand to stand up. 

“There’s a verse that says that even the demons believe and tremble. If they believe, why not the devil? After all he was an angel once.” I don’t look at him until I finish shaking the dust off my racing suit. To my surprise Pierre nods and hums in agreement, as if he knows the verse. Carlos chuckles and Charles… well he is just standing there, he doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t move, he just stares at me.

“Just so you know, there’s many things wrong with that nickname, so I’ll appreciate it if you don’t say it in front of me.”

He gasps, playing offended by my statement.

“Why?! It’s such a badass title! Anyone will be proud to be called like that.”

“Well, either is missing an ‘s, so it's Verstappen's devil or they should change it to Vettel because clearly I’m not a Verstappen.” I sounded a little bit rougher than what I intended. 

An awkward silence is my answer as Pierre and Carlos eye each other.

Well, this is awkward. Max’s mention had just ruined the atmosphere. (Was it Max’s mention or my attitude towards him?)

“Sorry guys, you just caught me off-guard. How are you guys feeling for today?” I change the subject and smile to try to lighten the mood. “I saw that the ferraris had a great pace yesterday and this morning”

That quickly makes Carlos excited and he starts to talk about how great the car is feeling and how hopeful he is about winning this race, Pierre soon interrupts him to blow up his gained confidence and joke about how he is going to quick his ass. I started to chuckle at their childish behavior, commenting from time to time to keep feeding the fire as they kept bickering about who’s car was faster (that somehow has turned into who has the most followers and fans, and then into who’s better looking. How did that happen? I have no idea).

Who caught my attention was Charles, who was still on the moon, he hasn’t said a single word since they arrived five minutes ago. He was just standing there, his eyes glued on me, but I’m not quite sure if he is truly looking at me or just lost in his thoughts. 

Still, those green orbs feel heavy on me and I can’t help but feel self-conscious. I tug on Carlos’ racing suit to grab his attention and distract him from their talk.  I try to be smooth and sneaky when I ask what’s wrong with Charles but my plan fails when Carlos turns around to look at him with a loud “Eh?”. 

“I don’t know, I guess you caught him off-guard.” He says and chuckles at his reference to my previous words. I’m burning with embarrassment as I feel called out on my question. Pierre quickly catches on and shoves his elbow into Charles’ side, snapping him out with an “Aw” and turning his head to see him, eyebrows furrowed in an interrogative look.

“Why did you do that?” His french accent involving his english words and I realize that is the first time I hear his voice in person and so close to me. 

“Dissimuler” He says in french, nodding his head towards me. I link the foreign word with the English equivalent ‘dissimulate’ and turn my head in confusion when I see how Charles’ neck turns red as he gives me a shy smile.

“Actually…” Pierre grins with a mischievous shine in his eyes as he puts a hand on Charles’ back. “He… wanted to invite you to go to this party that he is organizing tomorrow.” Charles opens his eyes wide, clearly surprised by the statement.

“He’s organizing a party?” Carlos inquires in a low tone and Pierre gives him a look. I don’t know who is more confused, if Carlos or Charles. “Oh the party!” He catches on turning his head to me but keeping his eyes lingering on Pierre for two more seconds before looking at me. “Yeah the party… that Charles is organizing.” He puts a hand on Charles’ back too, and slaps him a little bit too aggressively as his eyes wander between the Spanish driver and the French with a hilarious and dark red expression on his face.  “Charles wanted to invite you, right mate?”  Carlos looks back at him, raising his eyebrows.

Before he gets the chance to answer and me to comment on the awfully lost and confused expression on his face, a voice rings through the speakers with an announcement that the race will start in then minutes. 

We look at each other suddenly alarmed, realizing that we are like three minutes away (minimum) from the pits. 

How has the time passed by so fast and I didn’t realize?

Dad is going to kill me.

As if on queue we all start running towards our garages, knowing that we cannot be late and they won’t wait for us. When we reach the pits we yell our goodbyes and I leave them with a ‘Drive safely today!’ remembering the feeling that I had earlier.

 Before I made my way towards my garage I stopped at Mick’s, he was already in his car when I got there and scolded me for being late. I just kissed his helmet and lightly squeezed his hand as I asked him to be careful today.

 I did the same thing with my dad when I reached the garage, and he pointed a finger to my heart as an ‘take care of it’ before some engineers hurried me to get into my car. 

We do our warm-up lap before we get into our places.

I pay attention to our positions: Mick is two lines behind me, dad is three lines in front of me and Max is all the way to the front.

One. Two. 

I take a deep breath in.

           Three. Four.

And  breath out.

 Five.

 Lights out and away we go.

Foot deep down the throttle as I make my start. Thankfully one of my strengths is my reaction time. That’s how I can quickly overtake the two Williams and take the 8 position. Max for some reason had an awful start, leaving him 3 positions behind. 

Someone touches someone behind me but I can’t really distinguish who they are in my rear mirror. I press my bracelet button just in case and breathe out  when I feel it vibrate. 

Four laps go by as I try to get closer to Pierre.

“Norris 2 seconds behind you, and Gasly 1.5 seconds in front of you.”

“Copy.”

Pierre goes wide in the next turn so I take my chance and pass by the inside. Five laps later and Lando is being a pain in my butt for the next 3 laps as I defend with teeth and nails and try to put as much distance as I can between me and him.

“Lando one second behind you, you need to push more.”

“Copy.” This being the fourth time that I hear the ‘push more’ order and that added with Lando stepping on my toes in a very aggressive manner is starting to get on my nerves. Two more laps go by before I hear comms go on again.

“We need you to push more, Lando is-”

 “Can you fucking shut up? I’m fucking pushing, can’t you see?” I snapped at him.  There’s a two seconds silence before he answers.

“Copy.” 

By Lap 40 and two tires changes later,  I had already lost Lando, escalated several positions and just managed to overtake Checo leaving me behind my dad.  George was out after a small accident with Max as well as Latifi and Alonso who crashed into each other.

“Great, that’s P6.” After two more laps I hear the radio again. I smile and raise my arm out to wave at dad. “You have the pace, we are swapping the cars.”

I furrow my eyebrows not liking the idea to overtake my dad and least on teams orders.

“You sure? What does Seb think?”

“It’s his request.” My expression changes and relaxes as a smile creeps into my lips. I press the throttle and wave at him again as I pass him by. He waves back pretends to send me a kiss and I laugh.

“Thank him on my behalf.”

“Will do. Now P5, Hamilton P4, Verstappen P3, Sainz P2, Leclerc P1” 

IMy smile grows bigger as I hear that I’m between the big ones. This is great, that-s awesome. I focus on the track in front of me and try to get as close as I can to Hamilton. 

Two more laps and we make a little train, me eating Hamilton’s butt and him trying to overtake Max. He finally does but in the process he touches him with his tire and makes him spin out. allowing me to take P4. 

Yes! Yes! Fucking yes! Take that you idiot! Good luck trying to overtake me. 

I grin as I see Max behind me getting back on track and barely making it without touching my dad. In the next straight I press the throttle to the maximum to get as much distance as I can but clearly he does the same. 

In one of the turns he tried to pass me in an extremely aggressive manner, making me have to maneuver to try to avoid his car crashing into mine, surprised by his complete disregard of my safety and his.

  “What the fuck is wrong with that idiot? Does he not know how to drive or leave a fucking space?” I speak my anger through the radio and I can’t help but take a middle finger out when I succeed in defending my position from his aggressive approach again. By the third time that he violently tries to get close my blood is boiling and I’m a second away from crashing into him on purpose to give him a lesson. To my surprise, this time it’s him the one that maneuvers to try to avoid me and that’s when I pay attention to him, but really pay attention. 

Something ain’t right.

His driving is aggressive, yes. But never this much and he isn’t trying to get past me. Not really, it feels like he is trying to avoid me.

“No, really. What is wrong with that guy? He 's erratic.” 

“We are checking.” A minute goes by and I don’t like the silence. I’m no longer focused on trying to get Hamilton but instead I try to avoid Max, eyeing him through the rear mirror as he keeps getting dangerously too close.  We pass the DRS zone and I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to use it to his advantage.

“Any news yet?” I hurry them, feeling something in me twirl. 

“Push and put distance between you two. It seems like he doesn’t have breaks and is fighting to keep control of the car.” My eyes shoot open as they fixate on him.

“Is it dangerous? Do they know how to help him? Why does he keep driving?”

“I don’t think they can communicate with him.”

What?! 

He doesn’t have breaks, he is fighting with the car, And he is alone?  I knew something seemed weird. That’s why it felt as if he was avoiding me with the car, he couldn't break so he was trying to avoid hitting me. Wait, does that mean he isn’t slowing down either?

My feet down the throttle, my mind and heart a mile per hour as I start to review the circuit in my mind and get closer to Hamilton. There are some dangerous turns ahead of us and if he really doesn’t have control of the car and it’s not slowing down, this could go really wrong really fast for him, not only for him but whoever is behind him too.

How the fuck did he manage to screw up his car’s break? Why the fuck is he keeping going? And he can’t communicate? That’s incredibly irresponsible from him, he should leave the race. Why isn’t he leaving?

I put my eyes on Hamilton and I’m so close that I could use the DRS and pass him on the next straight. I know I can do it. I could do that and leave him to deal with Max’s mess. I’m great at defending, there are just 8 laps to go and it will be P3 for me. Most likely Verstappen will crash and tomorrow he’ll end up in the back of the grid. I got everything to win.

Wait a minute.

Verstappen will crash. 

Max will crash.

For some reason anxiety crawls up the back of my neck. Now I’m no longer angered but also worried. Last time I checked dad was behind him too. This could affect both of them. 

“Where 's dad?” I speak into the radio.

“P6.” 

Fuck.

I drum my fingers on the steering wheel as I think about the situation.

“You are doing great, keep the pace and in the next DRS zone we will be able to overtake him.”

An idea came up into my head as he was talking and I groaned loudly in frustration when it did. Why did I have to think about that? Now If something goes wrong with him or dad I won’t be able to be at peace because I knew that I could’ve helped and I didn’t.

So that’s why the track was feeling weird today.

If there’s one thing that I’m known for, it is my impulsivity.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking Fuck. Fuck you Max. 

I make a decision and let out a loud groan in frustration as I press my breaks and let Hamilton escape.

“Y/N keep the pace, we are losing him.”  I ignore it and I position myself next to Max. He looks at me and does the italian gesture of ‘what are you doing?’ and ‘Go!’ with his hand when he sees me go on his rhythm by his side.

“Y/N push! keep up the pace, what are you doing?”  

I ignore them both. Feeling my heart ready to burst out of my chest at any moment as adrenaline kicks in, already knowing what my next move will be and getting me ready for it. 

 I wait for the next straight and make sure my dad is at a safe distance. As soon as I see the opportunity arrive and the coast clear I make a swerve and crash my car with his. I press him like a sandwich between me and the barrier, pushing down brakes so we don’t keep going as I hear him yell in surprise.

I close my eyes and press my head against the wheel when we stop as I let a relieved sigh out of me.

There goes my P3. 

I’m going to get so fucking yelled for this. Again, fuck you Max.

“Y/N what the fuck did you just do?!”

Indeed, what the fuck did I just do?

A/N: The truth will be revealed in the next chapter my guys 😉

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[hufflepuff-16]

Perfectly sane -゜゜゜

Sirius Black x gn! Reader ( ゜ρ゜ )

Summary: The reader is a charity worker and comes to inspect the living conditions of Azkaban, where she meets the notorious Sirius Black.

A/n: This was a request, but I accidentally deleted the request 😅 so I hope whoever sent it has found it.

Warnings: Poor prison conditions and mentions of torture and suicide.

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Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban, the prison for the most heinous dark wizards and sorcerers. It is a grim, gloomy place. There are no bars: the prisoners are kept trapped by the Dementors that roam the prison and drain the happiness from a person. Most come out of Azkaban insane, their brains and minds broken from the torture of the dementors. Sirius was convicted for the betrayal and murder of Harry Potter's parents and for supporting the dark wizard Voldemort. He was sentenced to life in Azkaban.

"Good evening, Mr Black." You said, standing in front of his cell.

Sirius didn't react to your presence, his blankly staring eyes locked on some distant point in space. His hair was dishevelled, and his face haggard. His skin was paper-pale, his clothes were stained, and he smelled of dirt and neglect, and the metal chains that bound him were heavy and cold. The Dementors that guarded him sucked up all joy and happiness, creating a cold, desolate place. And yet, despite all the odds, he managed to smile at your greeting.

"Good evening to you as well."

"I'm a charity worker who is campaigning for better rights for prisoners!" You say with a professional voice.

The words seemed to take Sirius by surprise. The blank stare he had kept since you entered his cell faded, and a glimmer of hope seemed to enter his eyes.

"Oh really? That's wonderful! Tell me, what rights in particular do you want to improve for those in Azkaban?"

You were surprised by how sane he sounded, at least have the prisoners you spoken to laughed their heads off like maniacs.

"Um... just health and safety,"

Sirius smiled at your concern.

"Health and safety. It's a very worthy issue. And tell me, are you seeing any success so far? Have any of the rights improved for prisoners?"

You chuckled a bit. "Well, considering the state you are in, I would say I'm doing a pretty piss poor job!"

Sirius nodded thoughtfully.

"These dementors are a cruel bunch, aren't they? I'd say you're doing more than most would, fighting for their rights as you are."

He seemed to perk up at the mention of your cause, looking directly at you with a hint of hope in his eyes.

"But tell me… does your cause have a name? An organization? If there's anything more I can do to help, I'd love to get involved in any way I can."

"Umm. Ok? You are a prisoner!" Maybe this man was crazy? He was acting as if he wasn't locked up for henious crimes.

Sirius laughed, a soft, hollow laugh.

"Fair point. But one does not have to be free to be involved in a cause. My freedom will come again… and when it does, I will do my utmost to make a difference."

He sighed, his eyes downcast.

"But I do not know when that day will come... and that is why I need to do everything in my power to make it come sooner, you see? But to do that... I need support. Allies. Friends."

You felt sorry for Sirius Black. He was a notorious murder who worked for voldermort and who betrayed Harry Potters parents. He says he's going to be let out, but he has a life imprisonment.

Sirius met your gaze earnestly, his eyes serious and sombre, his tone solemn.

"I know what I have been convicted of, and I do not deny my misdeeds. But even criminals deserve a fair trial. I have been convicted under false pretences through lies."

His deep voice was firm.

"I've made mistakes, and I've done terrible things. But I am nothing like Voldemort. It is all a great injustice, I swear it. And I swear I will make it right when I am free again."

You didn't know what to say, he was a very convincing actor?

You cleared your throat. "Mr Black, can you answer a few of my questions?"

Sirius nodded, the faintest smile grazing his lips, his grey eyes meeting yours without fear or hesitation.

"Yes. Of course. Please feel more than free to ask me any questions you wish. I will do my best to answer them truthfully... to the best of my ability, that is."

He smiled cheekily, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I am not a perfect person, I'll admit. But I am who I am, and I will tell you whatever you ask."

"Ok....when do you get showers?" He looked dirty but not extremely dirty, as you might imagined a man who has been spending twelve years in Azkaban.

Sirius tilted his head at the question. He paused, seemingly processing it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

"We have access to showers once a week. Although I admit that's about the only thing we are provided with."

He shook his head.

"Even the water is freezing cold. It's all just so bloody miserable, this place. I don't wish it upon my worst enemy."

"Ok, when are meal times and what do you eat?" You very much doubted he got three meals a day he was stick thin.

Sirius looked amused by the question, his grey eyes twinkling with a playful glint.

"In theory, we get three meals a day; breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But we often go without food, and when we do get food, the portions are pitiful.

He sighed, shaking his head.

"All the guards in this wretched place get off on this... this torture. They take pleasure in our suffering. And they do whatever they can to ensure that we get the barest amount of sustenance needed to avoid total starvation!"

"God.....that's awful," you mutter.

Sirius nodded, his expression solemn, but then the hint of a playful smile entered his eyes.

"It's a horrible place, no doubt about it. And some of the things that go on here… well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Sirius leaned in and lowered his voice a little, giving you a mock-conspiratorial wink.

"But I tell you a little secret. Sometimes, the dementors go too far, and some of the prisoners end up dead as a result!"

"DEAD! I thought the absolute worst a dementor can do is give you a dementors kiss, they take your soul?"

Sirius looked grim.

" That's true. The dementors can do worse, though. Some prisoners have gone so mad from the constant assault on their minds that they have killed themselves. The dementors just walk past as if nothing had happened, as if they weren't the ones who did it... and then they go and suck out the soul of the corpse for good measure."

Sirius sighed, looking disgusted.

"Like I said, a horrible place."

You go quiet for a moment, the ministry will face the wrath of your team, and you will send the minister down here if you must. This was absolutely unacceptable.

You clear your throat.

"Thank you so much for all your help, Mr Black. My team and I will be in contact with the ministry."

Sirius smiled and nodded.

"You are quite welcome. I apologize that we could not discuss better matters; these are some very dark times indeed for the world. But please, do not hesitate to reach out if there is more I should know."

He looked curious, the slightest playful grin curling at the corner of his mouth.

"If you do not mind me asking, this "team" of yours... do they have a name?"

"We are the magic welfare association!" You say proudly.

Sirius's eyes lit up at the response, and he gave you a wide smile, his bright and energetic demeanour returning.

"I like it. And tell me, what is your job within this organization? You must be the boss, judging by the way you were interrogating me!"

He gave you a playful wink.

"I must say, you are quite well suited for the role."

You laugh. "Yes, you could say so, well I must be going.....oh, I almost forgot!" You hand over a bar of chocolate "to help with the dementors."

Sirius's face lit up instantly, and a wide smile spread across his face. He took the chocolate and looked it over before giving you a cheeky grin.

"I am not one to turn down free chocolate. Thank you, I will very much enjoy this."

He leaned in close, his eyes twinkling as he lowered his voice a bit, giving you a look of mock-conspiratorial secrecy.

"Tell me, how did you manage to acquire this chocolate?"

He leaned back and gave you a curious wink.

You whisper back teasingly, "magic, Mr. Black, magic."

You begin to make your way to the exit.

Sirius laughed, looking genuinely amused by your reply.

"That is certainly one way to do it."

He flashed you a warm grin and gave a gentle nod.

"Enjoy the chocolate." You say with a giggle.

"And please, do come back to see me."

"I would like that very much." You say softly as you exit Azkaban gates.

The End

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[sunshine-on-marz]

ello toad (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Can you do dialogue prompt 4 with Tommy?

Have a good day/night!

Tommy x Reader

I’ve been itching to write some Thomas Simons so let’s go!!

TW:lack of self worth, fear of being alone, crying

You had been crying in your room for nearly an hour. Tommy just got back from going out to buy a new charger for his camera.

He was so talented, naturally funny, and so beautiful.

You didn’t feel like any of those

You tried to keep down your hiccups and sniffles, but from the fact that Tommy basically ran to your your room to wipe your tears, it can be assumed that you failed that endeavor.

“Hey, hey, n/n. What happened love?”

“I- I just” you wiped your tears with your sleeve “you’re to g-good for me Tom, you don’t deserve to settle for me Thomas! You sh-ould go find someone else, you deserve it” he quickly wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t say that n/n. You’re so amazing, if anything I don’t deserve you, you’re so perfect. I couldn’t find anyone better even if I wanted to.” He kissed your forehead while you cried. “I’m sorry if I’m n-not good enough” Tommy basically gasped at this. “Why on earth wouldn’t you be good enough?” He seemed mad now, not at you though, at whoever made you feel like you don’t deserve every bit of love he can give you and more. “It’s just, some people on Twitter- don’t worry about it” but he was definitely worried about it though “no, no I’m very worried, I’ll make a post about it ok? Just know that they’re wrong, misery loves company and those people are definitely miserable, yea?” He hugs you as you nod a little. He kissed your cheek and wiped your tears. ————— Tommyinnit✔️ Hey boys! Here’s a little reminder that if I see or hear anyone talking bad about @[Y/N] you will be blocked. They are so amazing and the fact that there are people out there who are heartless enough to make them cry is shocking. The Tommyinnit fan base spreads love, if you spread hate you aren’t a real fan. You’re just a prick. -Tommy ————— I hope y’all like this cause I do!! ❤️ -toad

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[hebimoonlightwrites]

HI HI!

If you don't mind could you write some headcanons about how will be having a marriage life with Yuto, Yohei and Ichiro? ( What can i say i'm a sucker for this clingey things and a simp for them =^=)

I hope you have a great day <3

Writer's corner: Hey, sweetheart! Of course I can do it! I'm so sorry for let you wait for so long, actually, since you requested me some weeks ago! Hope you don't mind I took some more time to answer your request!♥ Have a great day, you too, dear, and don't forget to let me know if there's something you want me to fix or change!♥ Enjoy~

mc's pronouns: THEY/THEM

Warnings: Fluff/ sfw

⭐𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐨, 𝐘𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐢, 𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨⭐ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

⭐We all know about Yuto's secret so well!

⭐As a married man he would kinda struggle with keeping his other self under control, in my opinion

⭐As his actual self, Yuto would be the best husband ever!

⭐He would care about his s/o a lot, always checking if they're doing fine and taking care of them

⭐I can even see him cooking with them or helping them whenever they seem to need help!

⭐Plus I can picture him hanging out with them and buying them their favourite snacks!

⭐Just like we've seen him buying ice-cream, he wouldn't mind buying something to his s/o as well

⭐I'm 100% sure he would be that kind of husband holding his s/o's hand while walking around the streets

⭐Or that kind of man clumsily moving the chair in a restaurant to make mc sit down

⭐As his normal self, Yuto would be so adorable and clumsy, especially during the first days as a married man!

⭐He has always seemed a man in need of affection.. oh well.. to me, at least

⭐So I can see him also lying on the couch, hugging his s/o while maybe watching a movie together

⭐They could also watch some travel TV shows, since they're Yuto's favourite!

⭐Maybe while planning their next vacation, why not?

⭐"Wow.. uhm.. it looks really.. hot there, love.. Y-you sure you want to visit it next summer..?"

⭐Yuto would be so adorable while falling asleep between mc's arms

⭐They would be there cuddling and caressing his hair while he's sleeping peacefully, his cheeks blushed.

⭐In short I truly believe they would be a cute couple

⭐Even when his other self would take control, I'm sure Yuto wouldn't hurt mc

⭐He wouldn't make them feel pain, but... would be more possessive and jealous, especially around other people

⭐While being his usual self Yuto would act cute and adorable, caring and protective towards mc..

⭐While being his other self, on the other hand, Yuto would act possessive and jealous..

⭐He would stare at all the people who look at mc with a serious and piercing glance, as to say: "Whatcha' looking at?! They are mine!!"

⭐Other than that, by the way, I don't think he would hurt mc, but hurt whoever tries to harm mc!

⭐But, if I can tell, I think Yuto would make mc dream in bed-- (sorry, not sorry)

⭐"Huh..? Why are you crying?... L-Love.. Who made you cry..? Just tell me.. They will get what they deserve for causing troubles to you too...!! I promise..!"

⭐Yohei is always caring and such a father to Ryu and Shiki

⭐It's said by his routine that he takes care of our sweet Shiki and Ryu, cooking for them or preparing Shiki's lunch for school!

⭐So I can tell for sure that he'd be a great husband

⭐and even a good father in the future!

⭐Maybe the worst part of being his partner would be the fact that he's always busy with his job at Bar 4/7

⭐(like coming back home very late in the morning after a sleepless night)

⭐And when he's free, he sleeps because of tireness

⭐So I don't know how much of an intimacy there would be between him and his sweet s/o

⭐Maybe they wouldn't spend much time together in the first place because of that!

⭐Perhaps his s/o would also spend their time in Bar 4/7 with him!

⭐I don't know if they would work with him, but if so, I bet Yohei would team up with them

⭐They both would be the best couple, always doing their best at work together

⭐Mc would be also considered as a parent-figure by Shiki and Ryu

⭐While Yohei would be such a father figure, cooking for Ryu and Shiki

⭐Mc would be a parent for them too, maybe listening to them or spending time playing pretending to be a cat with Ryu and his cat!

⭐I can totally see mc listening to Shiki's vents or playing around with Ryu!

⭐And Yohei would look at them and smile blushing, while smoking

⭐I can even picture mc caring for him, especially since he's easy to lose his temper while drinking

⭐So I cannot hide the fact that I headcanon mc telling him: "Yohei, please.. be careful and do not exagerate with drinking.."

⭐And Yohei would sigh but in deep he would be touched by mc's cuteness

⭐Yohei is also a man of faith.. he changed after his time with Yakuza

⭐And somehow I cannot hide the fact that I headcanon him being clingy as well

⭐He wouldn't mind show his affection to mc, even in public, kissing their lips

⭐Or more romantically, kissing their forehead as to prove that he really cares about their well-being

⭐He would play piano for them..

⭐Like.. literally- Imagine them both sitting in front of a piano..

⭐- maybe mc doesn't even know how to play a piano-

⭐so Yohei's hands would rest on theirs, while guiding them through the piano keys.

⭐"You say you don't know how to play a piano.. but look at your hands, love!.. hehe... you're adorable.."

⭐As I said many times already in this blog, Ichiro would be the best husband ever!

⭐Like.. I really challenge you all to find another character from Hypmic who would be better than Ichiro!

⭐We're talking about a young man who literally stopped his own life in order to completely support and help his younger brothers!

⭐He's able to maintain economically not only his own needs, but also his brothers' and even their apartment!

⭐I mean... he's A CHAD---

⭐And he would keep caring for his brothers even after getting married!

⭐I mean.. Especially after getting married!

⭐So s/o has to accept the fact that their house would constantly host Jiro and Saburo!

⭐And as Yohei and his s/o would be "parents" to Ryu and Shiki..

⭐...the same would happen to Ichiro and his s/o with his brothers!

⭐S/o would have not only a caring and sweet husband who would also be there each time they need to be listened or to be comforted

⭐But also a selfishless man who would totally respect mc's time and needs of affection!

⭐Like, if mc doesn't like PDA, then he won't force them to PDA!

⭐Otherwise, he would be clingy and constantly hugging them, showing how much he supports and loves them

⭐I also can picture them both laying on the couch and watching some animes

⭐Maybe they would read some mangas or light novels together as well!

⭐Or they can adorably listening to music, sharing earphones!

⭐In short, they would look like those cute couples in horror movies (the ones who got killed first- oof xD sorry-)

⭐Also I headcanon Ichiro being the one cooking most of the times

⭐He'd cook with his s/o, it's true, but...

⭐ I cannot hide the fact that in my opinion he would keep an eye on them only to be sure that they won't get hurt!

⭐And if s/o didn't know how to cook and got hurt, then Ichiro would rush and grab some ice to put it on their hand:

⭐"Haha.. I told you to be careful with the pot, honey... You're clumsy, aren't you?... hehe- Are you okay now..? Keep this bag of ice on your hand.. I'll take care of the rest, okay?"

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I doubt anyone even reads my posts but just in case someone stumbles across this one, here it goes.

I watched Strange World today. I saw a trailer for it at some point and thought it looked cool, but I completely forgot about it because my brain doesn’t latch onto things before they’ve been slapped in my face three times in a row and Strange World has criminally little promo, which every person on this website who’s seen the movie will also tell you, so I’ll refrain from reiterating a point smarter people have made far more eloquently than me.

What I wanna write about is the fact that I love this movie (and no, it’s not just because my current favorite actor is in it and that’s why I was reminded of the movie’s existence today lol). It’s so colourful and just absolutely beautiful, visually. I could look at this movie for hours. The world design and creature design is also just amazing and I loved the extras that go a little more in depth on them. The whole comic introduction section immediately stole my heart, cause I am a slut for that stuff.

Storywise, it may be predictable in hindsight (but I didn’t actually see it coming the first time around until right before the reveal) and it doesn’t really do anything you haven’t seen before, but as a complete movie, it’s absolutely better than the sum of its parts. In regards to themes, it touches on the same environmental stuff a lot of contemporary movies do, but I personally have never seen it presented quite this way. In addition to that they also managed to fit generational trauma and the journey of discovering who you are in there which are two topics near and dear to my heart, especially in the way it’s presented here (Searcher trying not to be like his father and being so much like him sure is. uh oh. *eyes my own pile of daddy issues*) And just as an extra sprinkle on top a little something on monocultures and agricultural practices.

And all in all you end up with, probably, my favourite Disney movie ever. Not that I’m terribly in love with most of them, but this one’s just perfect for me specifically. Which is why I made my mum watch it too as soon as she was home, heh. And if whoever stuck around this long to read my post feels like watching a movie sometime, I definitely recommend this one. I really enjoyed it, it definitely deserves way more attention than it got and if it’ll convince you, yes, it has a gay protagonist and the representation is perfect (he’s just gay. It’s a fact of life, it comes up a few times, and it’s handled exactly the way I hope we can treat all queer people in the future. A little optimism never hurts)

So yeah :) I had a good day

#strange world #if anyone has fanart of this movie please show me #I am begging you #yes I am in love with Searcher #and the entire aesthetic of the movie #and the comic parts #and EVERYTHING #sue me about it