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youta · 2 years
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HQ CHARACTERS AS TROPES !!
featuring. miya atsumu, suna rintaro, oikawa tooru.
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miya atsumu as your older brother's best friend. he was always at your house, half the time annoying you with his lame jokes. always poking fun at each other, making sarcastic remarks and such. neither you or him ever missed a chance to mess with each other. what you didn't expect is your bond to grow stronger and push you closer as you grow up, realizing your feelings slowly. everyone beside the two of you knowing of your feelings.
suna rintaro as the childhood best friend you always bantered with, never missing a chance to make fun of each other. throughout the years you grew apart a bit, but still making good friends. it mainly happened because suna realized his feeling not soon after both of you graduated and didn't want to give himself false hope with your secure friendship. little did he know, he was always your crush. you even wrote about him in your diary as a kid.
oikawa tooru as the hot guy you see at the airport. you certainly didn't look your best, because you didn't expect to see such someone before boarding your flight. you couldn't take your eyes off his mesmerizing looks, it was something he immediately noticed. at first he just smiled to himself about it, but he soon found himself glancing back at you. you quickly became each other's airport crushes that you gushed to your friends about in text.
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sebbyhd · 1 year
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two steps forward, one step back self-para
being part of the show was a decision sebastian picked himself. he had wanted to prove that even though he was vocal and instrument oriented, he could be part of a boy-band if he so seen it fit.
it was quite more challenging than he had thought it would be. though he was quite all right at dancing, it wasn't something he solely focused on, rather wanting to better his songwriting and singing skills, he wondered if he had shot himself in the foot by signing up for this. he wasn't someone who would consider himself to be insecure, but at times like these, he couldn't help but to compare himself to the rest of the contestants, and wonder if he even fit in any of this.
his grandmother told him the biggest key of success was confidence, and believing he could make it.
he wouldn't lie and say he was quite content with what he got when the line distribution was revealed. he didn't really get to sing much, he tried his best not to think as if the world was against him in some type of way, dramatic way of thinking, really. but maybe it was a gift given so he could show himself off in an other type of way.
visuals and dancing. he knew he had singing down, no matter what line was given to him, he could smash it through the park. the most difficult would probably be performance. there was something awkward about the thought of dancing in front of a panel of judges, being criticized or complimented, it made sebastian scrunch his nose in distaste. not that he was above it, but it was something that filled him with an uncomfortable amount of anxiety, something he struggled with most of the times. it was odd to think of him as someone who feared others thoughts of him, but it was more so that he craved their acceptance, and wanted to be welcomed into their fold.
he wanted this, though. he moved up to be part of the elite class, and he wanted to show that it wasn't for nothing. that he could step up his game and show off his talents without having to exaggerate; show a self-control and restraint, while proving that he knew how to manipulate his voice, and control his body.
he honestly never looked so much at his own appearance through a mirror so much in the last few days before evaluations. he found himself nearly growing crazy trying to find the perfect expressions to use while he was hitting a certain move, twisting a certain way- and don't even get him started on dancing. though he considered himself good enough, clearly he hadn't really took into consideration dance styles. he was more of a contemporary type of man, and though he was lucky enough that the dance was quite fluid, he hadn't perfected total control of his body, and how to lock certain joints- it was horrible.
he never felt so proud before as he stepped forward to preform with the other contestants. it was his time to shine and show what he could offer and bring to the plate. he had only a few lines to perform, his voice soft and soothing whenever they sung in unison, and he made sure to make it pop whenever he got his solo lines. he thinks his dancing went pretty smoothly, not as perfect as everyone else, and the mistakes he did make, instead of stumbling along, he followed through with them, turning each mistake to an additional movement, adding a certain flair to his movements. it wasn't perfect, but it was inherently him, and if anything, the judges could get a taste of who he was as a performer, and his personality.
the critiques weren't as horrible as he thought they would be- most of them complimenting his visuals, the freckles that stood out through the makeup he had did, the highlighter on his cheeks, his lip gloss, his expressions, though he seemed to be cold at first, unfurled during the performance, he was asked to smile some more though, whatever that meant- voice being praised, he was told that they couldn't wait to hear him sing some more, excited to see what other genres he fit best in. his dancing received somewhat mix reviews, though not perfect, the mistakes were pointed out, he was praised for his adaptability, and how he didn't show through his expressions whenever he made errors; they liked seeing despite it all the personality in his performance, and was told to keep the hard work going.
sebastian figured it could have been a lot worse.
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floydira · 3 months
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₊˚ïč’✶ïč’trolls headcanons .ᐟ
brozone, creek & king trollex with a reader going through a breakdown, overthinking and panicking and how they deal with them.
note ; I somehow(?) accidentally deleted the person's ask for this. I don't remember exactly what they asked word for word. (I'm down on my knees apologizing to you rn, I'm so sorry anon 🙏) so hopefully based on my memory this is at least close to what you asked for. I also hope this headcanon is to your liking.
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☆★ïč’đŸŽ§ ïčBROZONE
John Dory
erm. well. let's just say when it comes to dealing with other people's emotions, he's not really the best guy to depend on...
BUT considering he spent years by himself (and rhonda) with no other socialization, plus leaving his brothers behind and coming back to them after awhile out of conscious but seeing them nowhere to be found, he definitely felt lonely and HAD his own breakdowns before.
so he'd understand how you're feeling, or at least try to understand.
when he first saw you breaking down, his first instinct was to ask you questions "why are you breaking down?" "did something happen?"
if he doesn't get a reply from you, he'll respect your boundaries and not ask any further questions. he'll just focus on comforting you in the present, awkwardly patting your back and giving you words of affirmation that he thinks would work. like those motivational phrases or quotes online, maybe even those ones that facebook moms use.
if you do give a reply, he'll sit down next to you and hear you out. sipping a drink and lending his ears for you to vent. he'll keep quiet (internally, he's restraining himself from outing his own opinions on whatever you vented to him about).
In summary, he's a listener. If you let him voice his own opinions, he'll tell you his thoughts and views. more often than not, if he does give advice, it's probably best you don't actually follow them. I feel like he's bad at giving advice...
at least, he's got the spirit!
Spruce/Bruce
this troll has a wife and kids. I'm sure he's knowledgeable in comforting someone when they are breaking down or overthinks a lot.
if you're overthinking, he'll support you and keep you company but he's also honest that helps you actually evaluate your overthinking thoughts and not stress too much about them.
once you come to him looking vulnerable, he'll immediately try to soothe you by rubbing your back gently. yk like those back rubs that puts babies to sleep? yeah, he'll do that.
while he rubs your back, he urges you to take a deep breath and let it all out. so you do. unknowingly you ranted and ranted, every little detail spoken word to word. he just has that affect on people.
lets you know that what you're going through is valid.
once you're all done, he'll give you advice to ease you or if you're not looking for advice, he'll just comfort you until you feel better.
Clay
he literally is in a sad book club, he'll have the knowledge about it and how to deal with it. except...he's slightly bad at executing it.
he'll snap you out of overthinking by yelling positive stuff to you, that are actually...effective???
if you rant to him, he'll listen to you attentively and pat your head afterwards. it's just something natural that he does, honestly head pats are soothing ok.
if you're okay with physical touch, he'll caress your face while giving you actually reassuring words. (LIKE. have you SEEN him literally pinching and squishing branch's face when he first met him after 20 years?!) of course, it's effective, combined with his already nice vibe (I feel like he naturally has a healing presence, he's just a sweet little boring cutie)
his method of comforting you naturally makes you feel better. he doesn't have to try hard because just watching his body language and mannerisms are dorky enough that it'll make you smile. he's unknowingly comforting in a silly dorky way. even with how badly he persists to be a very "serious" guy.
he'll definitely give you a big warm hug after everything.
Floyd
he's literally called the sensitive one. out of the brothers, he's definitely the one who understands you the most.
I don't think I even need to explain, you already know how perfect he is with dealing with stuff like that. like the time he talked to veneer about how his sister treats him and how he shouldn't let her be like that to him.
his face is full of worry if he sees you in a vulnerable state.
he literally gives the best hugs, it's canon, I know it's canon.
this emo mf knows exactly the right words to get you out of your vulnerable state for a while (bc the phrases he gives to others are probably what he wants to hear given to him).
he'll be really patient with you and help you with every step along the way even if you're having a hard time changing your bad traits.
he's also attentive at listening, he'll caress your hands with his thumb with a reassuring smile.
he'll be really sweet at tackling your situation and never makes you feel overwhelmed.
will cry with you tbh.
he's kind of helping himself when he helps you, because he's similar in a way.
Branch
branch was quite the panicker himself during the times when bergens ate trolls.
so he'd also know how to help you deal with it because he understands you.
he had to figure it out himself and was mostly alone to deal with his own vulnerability so he's happy to help you.
he'll look calm, composed and collected externally but even he, himself is slightly panicking on the inside. afraid that he'll let you down or he won't be of much help. don't worry though, he has it all put together after a bit.
If you're panicking, he'll help you focus, calm down and ease your hyperventilation.
"concentrate on your breathing, okay?"
once you've calmed down, he'll provide you with reassuring words.
he'll keep you company and stay with you until you feel composed enough to talk about it with him. he'll lend you an ear.
afterwards, he pats you on the shoulder and gives you advice that worked on him before.
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Creek
as bad as he is, he's literally the best when it comes to relaxation. he has that zen-like wisdom, so he'll calm you down and help you relax if you're panicking or overthinking too much.
just like floyd, he also knows exactly what to say to reassure or cheer someone up.
he'll give you a more positive outlook on whatever happened to you so that you don't overthink it.
tbh his voice itself is enough to calm you down.
he encourages different methods and ways(that he knows of) to you that could help.
King Trollex
this sweet goober offers you all his emotional support.
he feels upset, if you're upset. he's all frowny when he sees you vulnerable.
"can I give you a hug?" ofc he asks for consent.
will hug you tightly (he thinks hugs are a remedy for everything, besides music), quiet sobs are heard as his face is smooshed against your chest. just like bruce, he'll also rub your back soothingly while hugging you.
Intertwines both of your hands and encourages you to put your thoughts into words so that he knows what's going on that head of yours that's overthinking a lot of stuff.
keeps eye contact with you as you rant to him.
"you can get through this." he'll say with his cute smile.
the most he can provide is listening and comfort. he wishes he could help you more.
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slutforln4 · 3 months
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SUMMER BREAK
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đŸ–‡ïž in which you and your new teammate get off on the wrong foot.
đŸ–‡ïž request from a lovely anon who i totally don't know personally! hope it fits your expectations :)
đŸ–‡ïž warnings: it's pretty lengthy, enemies to lovers.
đŸ–‡ïž lando norris x mclaren.racer!reader
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mclaren Welcoming our newest driver, Lando Norris, to the Papaya family! @/landonorris 🧡
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landonorris 👊🧡
user1 omg i'm so excited for this new duo
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mclaren First race of the season 🧡
tagged | yourusername, landonorris
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yourusername rockstars as fuck
landonorris trackstars, more like?
yourusername do i look like i run
landonorris wouldn't know, i'm usually ahead of you 😇
user2 PLSSSS
user3 what's this rivalry, where did it come from..
user4 lando be nice
landonorris don't wanna
user5 lord give us patience with these idiots.
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yourusername pit? stopped. p? ONE BABYYYY 🧡
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mclaren 🧡
yourusername best team ever
user6 lando's probably fuming rn
danielricciardo omg congrats girlie đŸ„č🌟💕
yourusername ty princess đŸ’Ș
landonorris 🙏(🙄)
yourusername what's that about being ahead of me?
maxverstappen1 Is this the appropriate time to use the term "gagged"?
yourusername yes
maxverstappen1 Gagged.
landonorris i hate you guys
landonorris
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landonorris P5 for my first race with McLaren, not bad. đŸ’Ș🧡
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mclaren coming in strong đŸ«š
landonorris you know it đŸ’Ș
yourusername how's the view from back there?
landonorris you stink
yourusername i know you ain't talking...
user7 PLS I LOVE THEM SO BAD 
user8 girl they hate each other... 
user7 let them cook, you'll see
[little interview moment]
interviewer: Amazing race today! How's the new car? Overall emotions for the new season? 
y/n: The car is so smooth, the McLaren team did such a great job with it this year. I'm so excited to be back and driving, and it feels really nice to finally get back on the track, y'know. Been training over the break and i feel like I'm ready for this season. 
interviewer: That's amazing. Seems like all that training paid off, huh? 
y/n: Always, I have the best personal trainers and the best support system within this team. It's what's kept me going for four seasons now. 
interviewer: And, speaking of, you have a new teammate this year. What's that like? How're you getting along with Lando Norris?
y/n: I'm always excited to see how I'm able to work with different types of people, and he's... different, to say the least. It'll take some time adjusting to our dynamic, but I hope we can work well together on the track. 
interviewer: The internet seems to be speculating some rivalry between you two. How do you think that'll impact your relationship on the track? 
y/n: There's not much to say honestly, I feel like he's just adjusting to this new team, as well as having a strong competitor.
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interviewer: Lando! Amazing start to your first season with McLaren. 
Lando: Yeah, somewhat. 
interviewer: Fans seem ecstatic about you working with McLaren, especially y/n. Though, they seem to be wondering whether or not you're intimidated by her, because of the sudden rivalry between you two. 
Lando: I'm not intimidated by her at all, neither is she intimidated by me. I feel like there's a lot I could learn from her, maybe some strategies for a win, which is what I'm aiming for. 
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No matter how many of them you attend, press conferences don't get any less stressful. 
You're sat in front of a room full of people with raised hands and cameras aimed at your face. To the left of you sits Max Verstappen, happily chatting away with you while your teammate, Lando, sits to the right of you. He has his arms crossed over his chest, brows knitted together in thought. 
"Okay, let's start," one of the interviewers begins when he's allowed by the manager of the conference. "Good to see you, Y/N, still in your champion pace. Can we expect that from you for the whole season?" 
From the corner of your eye, you see Lando quietly scoff, still with crossed arms and furrowed brows. "Uh," you avert your attention back to the question. "Yeah, I mean. I've been at this pace for four seasons now and I'm positive I can keep it up." 
Lando, once again, rudely scoffs.
Sure, you've been winning races left, right and centre, but that's been the case for your whole career at McLaren. Lando knew who he'd be competing against when he joined this team, so why is he being so childish? 
The next interviewer asks Lando about his experience with McLaren so far. "Well, I'd say it's been going well." 
"Do you think you will get some wins this season?" Another interviewer asks, annoying Lando with the question. 
"Absolutely," he answers, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "I'm here to learn from the best and get more experience in racing." 
"I bet Y/N could teach you lots." The interviewer smiles at Lando, but he simply shakes his head. "Tha-" 
"I wasn't talking about Y/N," Lando cuts the interviewer off. "There's plenty more racers with more experience than her who I'm willing to learn from. Just 'cause she gets wins doesn't mean she's the best." 
Those words caused an awkward silence to settle in the room. Lando's eyes were on his watch and your eyes were on him. 
Max leans into a microphone, "Someone shat in Lando's cereal this morning, sorry. I'm pretty sure he meant that Y/N is far too advanced to teach at his level." 
The interviewers laugh at his joke and you turn to Max with a soft smile, he reciprocates the same. "Thank you." You whisper quietly enough for only Max to hear. 
The press conference continues as usual, except that Lando doesn't get any more questions. You and Max answer them all and cause the interviewers to laugh at your jokes all while your teammate sits there, bored out of his mind. 
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You feel upset and very confused as to why Lando's being so rude to you. You've been letting him do his thing, never got in his way in the garage and barely engaged in conversation with him. 
Even when you did, he'd be snarky and reply using sarcasm most of the time. But this? This was new. He has never insulted your skills on the track, and you didn't even know he felt like that. 
You never considered yourself as 'the best' driver on the grid, and obviously there's people that are more experienced than you, but the way Lando expressed himself made you quite confused. 
You catch Lando in the McLaren lounge when he's alone and walk over to him. He's sat on the couch, scrolling on his phone when you approach him and tap his shoulder.
Lando turns his head to look at you. "What do you want?" 
"Can we talk?" 
Lando's brows furrow and he already looks annoyed. "About...?" 
"Why you're being a bitch to me." Your answer causes Lando's eyes to widen, yet his lips rise at the corners into a small smirk. 
"I'm not," he shrugs and goes back to scrolling on his phone. You roll your eyes and grab the phone out of his hands. "Wha-" 
"I don't know what exactly is wrong with you or why you're being a fucking cunt to me, but we're both part of the same team so act like it." The anger in your usually calm voice made Lando confused about whether he should feel threatened or turned on. 
You take a breath and continue speaking. "If this is about me winning races-" 
"It's not." He sharply cuts you off. You notice a hint of something in his voice, but choose to ignore it. 
"Then what the fuck is your problem?" You push further, noticing the slight smirk of his. 
"Nothing." Lando shrugs. "Can I have my phone back?" 
You roll your eyes, dropping it in his lap before turning around and walking as far away as him as possible. 
There were a lot of teammates you've had. All of them were so different from one another, but none of them were as insufferable as Lando Norris. 
There's something about him that irks you. Maybe it's his competitiveness, maybe it's him being younger than you by a few years but acting like he's still a middle schooler. 
Maybe it's the fact that he's good enough to beat you, soon.
Lando’s feeling
 something. 
There’s some sort of deep-seeded feeling blooming in his chest when his eyes fall on your figure, standing in the McLaren garage and talking to some of the engineers. It’s part envy, part anger, part
 attraction? No, can’t be. There’s no way he finds you attractive. 
There’s absolutely nothing about you that he could find attractive. Not a thing. 
Yet, despite ‘not being attracted to you at all’, his eyes are stuck on the way your face doesn’t change emotions when speaking. He can’t tell if you’re excited or bored. That intrigues him. The only time he saw emotion in your face was when you confronted him in the lounge. Maybe that’s when he started noticing you more. 
Maybe that’s when he started to grow a sort-of liking to you. 
Yeah. Lando’s screwed. 
He knows he’s more screwed when he’s so zoned into you, he doesn’t notice when your figure comes closer to him. 
You’re right in front of him when he snaps out of it. “You alright?” 
“Uh,” he looks down at you, slightly confused. Since when do you worry about his well-being? That’s kinda sweet, albeit odd. “Yeah? Why?” 
Lando watches as your shoulders rise with a shrug. “No reason.” He notices the small smirk playing on your lips as you turn your head and look at something. 
“Spit it out,” he rolls his eyes, despite being intrigued by you. 
You look back at him, biting your bottom lip to suppress your growing smirk. “Just wanted to make sure you’re ready to see the back of my car again.” 
And there it is. 
The cockiness never left your system, even after your little argument in the lounge. He notices the smirk now freely playing on your lips. Considering the fact that you’re usually rocking a resting bitch face, Lando found that quite cute, yet infuriating. “Wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you.” 
Your eyes go wide and the smirk slowly dissolves at his words. “Right, uh. Good luck with the race.” You mumble and Lando can’t help but watch as you scurry away, with a small smirk on his face. 
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landonorris P1 Monaco baby!!! 🧡
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mclaren 🧡đŸ’Ș
user9 omgggg he did it đŸ„č
user10 so proud of our boy đŸ«¶đŸ»
yourusername đŸ’Ș(🙄) 
landonorris lightwork đŸ„±Â 
maxvertsappen1 💀 (Am I using the emoji right?) 
yourusername who’s it meant for 
maxverstappen1 I wanna bully Lando 
yourusername you’re using it perfectly đŸ«¶đŸ»
landonorris i hate both of you so much. 
user11 LMAOOO 
user12 are we forgetting the interview 
 
user13 everyones trying to forget the interview.
user12 you’re right, i’m sorry
user14 i’m convinced the only reason y/n comments on his posts is the pr team forces her, cause who in their right mind would want to interact with lando nowins 💀 
user15 you saying this under the post where he won
 awks 
user14 my point is that he’s absolutely unbearable! the interview proves it! 
yourusername i commented because he deserved to win and the banter is all in good fun :) don't take it as an opportunity to hate on my teammate, thank youuu liked by landonorris
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mclaren Lando in summer fashion before the break. đŸ–ïž (Why is there no beachball emoji?)
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user16 admin asking the real questions 
landonorris facts. why IS there no beachball emoji?
yourusername you should sue apple 😝
landonorris i so should, thanks for the tip 
yourusername you’re welcome 👍
user17 uh. what
user18 lando rockin the helmet but yn’s out here SUPPORTING HIM? 
user19 no bc what is this madness
user20 mom pick me up im scared
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yourusername i love the beach but i miss racing so bad, someone take me home (the track)
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mclaren miss you! 🧡
yourusername miss u more â˜č
user21 who is that man
user22 MOTHER???? WHO IS THAT
user23 why the fuck is this post liked by lando. 
landonorris i could take you home 😏
yourusername i’d rather sleep on a bed of nails, thanks 
maxverstappen You tell him girl 😜
landonorris 😐
user24 lando must’ve hit his head because what the fuck. 
user25 did lando just?
user26 i think he did. 
user25 no but what happened to 
??
user26 i wish i knew. 
user27 not lando flirting under a post with her new man
 uhmmmm
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danielricciardo reppin' that EnchantĂ© drip đŸ’Ș
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landonorris you know it bro 😎 
user28 is that y/n in the background đŸ€­
user29 i was fine without knowing this thanks
user30 i’m connecting the dots. 
user31 closing my eyes, ignoring the obvious
user32 the obvious being
 
 user31 y/n in the background. she’s literally tagged. 
user32 oh! 
user31 out of sight, out of mind 💅
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landonorris 🌞💛
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mclaren 👀🧡
user33 what.
user34 double soft launch from the mclaren racers??? what is today. 
user35 anyone else wondering who their partners are? 
user36 girl i have some NEWS for you
user37 who’s that woman. 
landonorris daniel ricciardo
danielricciardo babe i thought we weren’t telling people
 
landonorris sorry 😏🧡 can’t keep you a secret much longer
maxverstappen1 You can’t be serious. 
yourusername can confirm they kissed in the ocean, was very romantic
user38 what is this fucking break. 
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There’s a thin line between love and hate. 
You and Lando learnt that the hard way. All those insults and all the banter wasn’t because of some random hate for one another, but rather some sort of attraction. Lando was first to notice it. 
A month before summer break, he approached you and asked to talk. With no clue what could go right, you agreed and he took you to his racer room. 
You noticed that glint of something in his eye, that hesitance in his voice and the barely-visible shake of his hands. One odd thing after another couldn’t have prepared you for what he’d say next. 
“I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out to dinner sometime.” 
There was a tinge of hope to his voice, a shaky exhale following his question. You looked at him for a second, trying to find the moment he breaks out into a laughing fit for making you ‘hopeful.’ But he didn’t. And you felt bad, because you laughed at his question rather than accepting it, like you were going to. 
Before you could stop him, he was walking out the room with a pained look in his eyes. Something in your chest felt like it broke. You had run after him, but to no avail. He wouldn’t turn around no matter how much you called for him. 
A week later, everything felt like it went back to normal, or as normal as you and Lando’s relationship could get. He was back to bantering and you were back to teasing, and you wished him luck on the race he managed to win. 
Lando thinks you may be the good luck charm he needed. 
Sure, he’s been a bit of a dick, but it’s all because he was so confused about his feelings. That doesn’t excuse it at all and he knew that when he spoke to you the second time. 
The second time around, you didn’t laugh. You stood there, watching as he subconsciously tapped his fingers on the table as he sat on it, telling you his side of things. 
“I didn’t want to be a dick, but I didn’t know how to be nice without digging myself a hole I wouldn’t be able to climb out of.” He admits. 
You smiled at that. “Seems like you did that anyway.” 
Lando exhaled a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in, a small chuckle escaping past his lips. “Yeah.” He bites his bottom lip to hide the small smile on his face. “So, uh. I’m sorry for all of that and I completely understand your reaction when I asked you out last time.” 
“You left before I could answer.” You pointed out, his ears perking up and eyes immediately locking onto yours as he anticipates whatever you say next. “I laughed because it seemed silly to hear something like that coming from *your lips. But now it makes sense, I guess.” 
“And
?” Lando urges. He’s as impatient as you knew he was and that made you smile a little. 
You walk up to where he sits on the desk, your hands coming up to flatten out the suit around his shoulders. “I’d love to go out to dinner with you, Norris.” 
So, you went out to dinner the following day. And then again the next day. And then, after about five dinner dates, Lando suggested you came over to his and he’d cook dinner for both of you.
That went as well as you’d expect it. But thankfully, Lando’s place is close to a pizza shop so you two ordered a delivery, laughing about Lando’s inability to cook for the rest of the night. 
When McLaren was closing up for the summer break, you, Lando, Daniel, Carlos, Max and Charles planned a trip to the prettiest beach you could find. 
Conveniently, you were assigned a plane seat next to Lando. He slept on your shoulder and you held his hand. But he wasn’t actually sleeping. How could he fall asleep, when your touch made his heart speed up faster than the car he races in? 
At the beach house, Daniel purposely planned out the rooms so you’d have to share with Lando. Charles was paired up with Carlos, Max was paired up with Daniel, so that meant that you were left with Lando. The best part? Neither of you minded. 
And guess what. The room you two had left was the master bedroom with one bed. Not much sleeping was done for the first two nights. 
Lando laid awake on the first night, as far to the left of the bed as possible while you laid comfortably on the right side. You were sound asleep, quiet snores falling from your parted lips. Lando watched as you slept, feeling like a creep, but also feeling so hopelessly in love. 
You woke up halfway through the night, Lando still awake but pretending to be asleep, just so he doesn’t seem like a total weirdo. Lando listened as you got up and made your way to the kitchen for a glass of water, grabbing his phone and pretending you woke him up. He heard the pitter patter of your feet and closed his eyes half-way, looking at his you with a squint. 
Even at four in the morning, you looked absolutely breathtaking. 
“Did I wake you?” You ask, when you set your glass down on the nightstand and sit back down in bed. Lando feels bad when he sees the apologetic look in your face. 
“No, I’ve been awake.” He admits, lying back down comfortably, as far away from you as he could be. 
You furrowed your brows at him. “Why are you so far away? Come here.” Your hand pats the middle of the bed and you scoot closer when he does. Lando’s hesitant, but when you lay your head on his chest, all the worries leave him. His arms wrap around you and finally, he falls asleep to the feeling of your soft breaths on his bare skin. 
The next night, neither of you could fall asleep. Mostly due to what happened during the day. 
You were at the beach and having fun with all of the guys. Lando was sat beside you, in front of you, Daniel was playing football with Max and the two Ferrari drivers were out to buy drinks for the evening. 
The sun was warming up your skin, tan-lines guaranteed to be seen when you get back inside. You were lying on your stomach and watching Lando as he watched you, a small smile on both of you’s faces.
It felt like the perfect moment. The moment.
Lando started leaning in and so did you, and the next thing you know, Daniel’s laughing at the ball landing beside you and leaving both of you sandy. 
Angry looks were shot Daniel’s way and he just shrugged, suggesting they all got into the water to wash the sand away. Lando immediately un-buttoned his shirt and dropped it on your beach towel. You did the same and ran after him into the water. 
You noticed that Daniel didn’t get into the water and that he grabbed his camera, for whatever reason. 
The water’s warm, salty, relaxing. Completely opposite your job, yet it made you miss it. Lando swims around you and when his hands creep to your waist, you wrap your arms around his neck. He doesn’t waste time and leans in, connecting his lips to yours. 
Daniel, of course, snaps a few pictures and sends them to Lando. And Lando posts one of them. And you’re not sure how to feel. Obviously, he didn’t point out that it’s you. He didn’t tag you, didn’t even say anything in the caption, but it made you uneasy. 
The picture you posted was just of your shadows, so no one could really tell who it could be, meanwhile Lando’s picture had a clear outline of you. And everyone under the post were pointing it out.
You didn’t tell Lando that it made you feel uncomfortable, and you didn’t need to. He knew. 
“Can we talk about it?” Lando turns to you, after what feels like eternity. You look at him. “I should’ve asked, I’m sorry.” 
“It’s fine.” You brush it off. You lay on Lando’s chest again and he wraps his arms around you. You don’t want to say that what irks you most is that he hasn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet. 
Lando doesn’t want to rush it. He’s not sure how to act without ultimately screwing it all up. 
But, after Daniel urging him and Max bullying him for taking so long, Lando does ask you. 
The day before you fly back home, he sits you down and asks you to be his. 
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ghouljams · 7 months
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can we get medieval slow burn crumbs pls đŸ€Č🙏
I have had this idea with Knight Ghost bouncing around in my head since I saw an absolutely destructive to my psyche insta reel, so here it is
Ghost helps you get his mail shirt over your head, far too big and far too heavy for you to practically wear, but he's insistent. You try not to tense your shoulders at the weight of it, try not to buckle your knees when it drops into place. You knew knights were strong but to wear this every day without so much as a complaint? Plus the rest of the armor? Your eyes roam over Ghost's broad shoulders as he turns away from you to fuss with the rest of his armor. You always thought he'd look smaller without all the metal, but it almost feels like the opposite it true.
He's larger than life. Life being the operative word here. A living breathing man of flesh and blood, and greater warmth than the fire. His linen shirt pulls tight across his shoulders, revealing the firm musculature as he moves. You grab the mail shirt in your tightening fists, feel the well worked metal press its indents into your skin, still so warm from being on Ghost. You want to touch him. You won't, you're not supposed to. Not supposed to want to. You think that's what the armor is for, to keep you from thinking the man underneath is human, to keep you from wanting him.
"You alright Princess?" He asks, his voice is so low and rasping it makes you want to melt, "Thought you'd be complaining about the weight by-" He turns to look at you again, and his voice falls another impossible degree, "-now. Jesus." His eyes drag over you, fresh kindling for the fire in your stomach, the heat in your cheeks.
You must look silly in your dress and his chain mail, but the way he looks at you... God, the way he looks at you. Not even at your best dressed has a man looked at you like that. You swallow, and hold onto the mail rings a little tighter.
"It's heavy," You tell him, and although you mean it to sound like a complaint, to whine and put on the spoiled princess act that keeps all the other men away, you find your voice quiet almost reverent. Ghost nods, his warm brown eyes meeting yours. The only man in the kingdom with the impertinence not to look away, not to bow his head to your gaze.
"It'll keep you safe," He barely breathes, his eyes don't leave you, can't leave you. There's no where safer to look than your face, and no where more dangerous.
"You're doing a more than suitable job of that already," You know that twitch in his brow, the way his lips draw thin.
You remember the bandits that had ambushed your carriage, the way they're battered their daggers against your door, made slow battle with your guards. How they'd dragged you out of your safety kicking and screaming with harsh laughter. How Ghost's blade had torn through them like paper, his eyes red with fury. The physical shield he'd put between you and your assailants, the sound their swords had made bouncing off his armor was still ringing through your ears. Blood still soaked the hem of your dress.
"I'm not taking any chances," His eyes leave yours, turning his attention back to his armor. It's like having cold water thrown over your head. With you, you think, he's not taking any chances with you. "Can you move at all?" He asks, not looking at you, it feels purposeful. You hesitate, before testing the weight over your arms, hopping to feel the drag of the chain try to pull you down. You shake you head.
"Not much, I don't think I'll be swinging a sword anytime soon." He chuckles, and the heat returns to you, your heart clenching tight in your chest.
"That's good," He nods, "Violence doesn't suit you."
You wish it did, sometimes. You've begged him enough to at least show you how to properly hold a sword, but he always refuses. Always tells you, your future husband won't want your glaring to hold real threats. As if your gaze doesn't already bear his shadow, doesn't command Ghost to act as your sword. Wouldn't he come with you, to wherever you did marry? You couldn't stand to be apart from him.
Ghost lifts you up onto his horse with a quiet grunt of effort. "We'll have to take more rests, she's a strong horse but with two of us..." He shakes his head, pets a hand down the horse's neck. "Do you think you can stomach a few extra days of travel, my lady?" His hand lingers on your dress. His lady, you think, he never shortens the words like the others do.
"Of course, I'm hardly one to complain," for you, you tack on silently.
"Of course not," for me, he seems to agree.
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flowercrowngods · 10 months
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hello i’m attempting something for steddie week too, but it'll be one large thing probably @steddie-week
day 01: pining
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eddie The Problem munson: —steeb —esteban —stefano  —stevie —love of my life apple of my eye pls pls tell me i can call you  —i am very chill etc etc —no i’m not  —let me call youuuu  —😠đŸ„ș🙏
Steve snorts as he picks up his phone and reads Eddie’s messages that keep coming in his usual spam of consciousness, a giddy feeling spreading in his chest as he snorts and goes to answer. 
— Call me then, coward 
Not a second later, his phone rings. Steve picks up immediately, even though he considers making Eddie wait; just to be difficult. Just to calm his racing heart that is always so lively around Eddie. 
“What,” he says, attempting to sound bored and annoyed — in vain, because even he can hear the smile on his face. Traitor, he thinks to himself. 
“Steve,” Eddie sing-songs, drawing out Steve’s name like he does every time he’s happy. “Steve, Steve, Stevie.” 
“Ed, Ed, Eddie,” he sings back, relaxing into his couch and shutting the laptop. Lesson planning can wait, he decides, shuffling all the loose pages into the text book and placing his laptop on the pile, trusting that physics won’t betray him. “What’s got you so happy, hm?” 
“Why do you think I’m happy?” Damn idiot has a smile on his face as he asks that, Steve can hear it. It makes his own grin widen and he huffs into the phone. 
“I literally know you, babe.” 
Babe. His heart flutters every time he says it — and he tries not to, because it’s meaningless, it’ll never happen. But Eddie picks it back up every time, and Steve is weak. God, he is so, so weak. 
On the other end, Eddie hums and Steve basks in the sound for a moment. It’s always so contagious, Eddie’s happiness, and he wants to soak it all up. Wants to be the reason for it. Wants, wants, wants. 
“You do,” Eddie says, his voice so light and fond it makes Steve’s whole body tingle. And his heart flutter. And it fills him with such happiness that he feels like he could take on the entire world right now, just with the way Eddie’s voice went all soft on him. 
God, he’s hopeless. So, so hopeless. But he’s also weak. An addict, leeching off Eddie’s attention, getting a kick out of the smallest dose, and absolutely certain he couldn’t survive if it were taken from him. He needs it. Even if it kills him a little bit, because— 
“She said yes.” 
Steve blinks. “Huh?” 
“Chrissy. She said— She said yes, Stevie. We’re getting married.” 
He says it and he sounds so happy. So, so happy. And Steve is the world’s worst best friend for the way he freezes, the way he almost drops his phone if it weren’t for the vice grip he has on it, frozen in time and space because his heart has stopped beating. It has stopped, surely, because no beating heart can hurt this much. No beating heart can crack open and still work the way it used to three, five, seven seconds ago. 
Eddie, bless his entire soul, laughs to fill the silence, and it’s the happiest sound. A boyish one, like there is no pain in the world and not a worry on his mind. A bit hysterical, too. Like he can’t believe it himself yet. Like this is the best day of his life and saying it again has reminded him of it. At least that’s what Steve imagines it feels like when someone wants to be married to you. He wouldn’t know, of course, as the only person he would ever ask is already engaged to someone else. Apparently. 
Eddie is engaged. 
Engaged and laughing and so, so happy. 
And Steve feels nauseous. Dizzy. Breathless. His eyes begin to sting and the hand that’s holding his phone begins to tremble, his grip so tight it hurts. 
Steve feels
 too much. His hands tremble and he tries hard not to cry. 
“You’re getting married.” 
“We’re getting married.” 
They’re getting married. 
Fuck. 
Someone has to tell Robin. Because in true Platonic Soulmate manner, Steve and Robin fell in love with the two people who are in love with each other. Like the chaotic mess they are. 
“Sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner,” Eddie continues, a bit more sober now. Sounding genuine and sufficiently awkward about it, in true Eddie-manner. Like the big old softie he secretly is. “I would have, but
” 
But I know you’re in love with me and didn’t want to burden you with the love I carry for someone who isn’t you, Steve’s brain auto-fills helpfully. But you keep flirting with me and there was never room for someone else when I was with you. 
But, but, but— 
He swallows and drags in a deep breath past the pain in his throat where all the words he can never say are forming a massive lump. 
“Hey man, don’t worry about that, we all know I suck at keeping secrets,” he offers. And it’s a lie, because he has kept this one thing secret for years and years. This one thing, this huge and all-encompassing thing that he can feel in the tips of his fingers when he is texting Eddie, and on his tongue when they are talking, and in his heart even when he is sleeping. 
This one thing, this one secret, is his never-ending love for Eddie. 
And he will add another one to that, a lovely little friend for it. To keep it company. That other secret, of course, will be the way his heart has shattered into a million little pieces and will remain that way until he can’t even look at Eddie anymore. And even then will he look at Eddie and smile at him, and Eddie will smile back and the pain will flare up again.
Again and again and again, for the rest of their lives. Possibly even beyond that. 
“You do suck at that,” Eddie chuckles, though it is quieter this time, almost private. Fond. Gentle. Always, always like that. It used to mean something once. And if Steve closes his eyes, he can imagine that Eddie smiles his secret smile, the one Steve has only seen directed at himself. It almost breaks him. 
Eddie’s I have known you for a whole eternity and love you beyond words, silly, but you also make my life so much harder-smile. That’s what he has dubbed it because that is what Eddie had said the first time he smiled like that when Steve was drunk off his ass. 
But. But, but, but— 
It’s no use to think of that now, to reminisce and imagine what might have been if
 Well. If Steve weren’t Steve. 
And that sure is a dark path he doesn’t want to trudge now, not in the face of the even darker path of Eddie getting married that he sure as hell will have to walk down for the rest of his life. 
He sighs and tries to think of something to say. Something good. Something that is not Please don’t marry Chrissy. Please don’t take yourself away from me. Please. Please don’t get married to anyone who isn’t me. Please open your eyes and see me, please listen to me, please understand what I say when I say I love you. Please.  
He kind of spaces out for the rest of the conversation, not really listening to Eddie’s words over the ringing in his ears and the pumping beat of his shattered heart. 
Eddie speaks softly to him, the undercurrent of happiness and contentment still in his voice, and it would give Steve life, it would be contagious, it would be so very precious if it didn’t also drive the knife of pain ever deeper into Steve’s entire soul, slicing him apart with no one around to put him back together again.  
Splitting him in half. One half that just wants Eddie to be happy, to sound like he does right now for ever and ever. And the other half, loathing that Eddie’s happiness is not inspired by him, not because of him, not in any sort of relation to him. 
It’s not fair. And Steve is torn. So he shuts himself off and lets Eddie ramble, tells him that he is tired after pulling an all-nighter again and wrangling the his difficult seventh graders that were particularly hard on him today when the other man asks him if he is all right. 
“Steve,” Eddie sighs, and a traitorous tear rolls down Steve’s cheek at the caring exasperation he hears there. “How often do I need to tell you that sleep is important? You’re gonna wear yourself out at this rate. And the kids just suck.”  
“I know,” he says, and sniffs, willing the tears to not fall. Not until Eddie has hung up on him. 
“Aww. That emotional, huh?” 
At that, Steve sobs out a laugh and gladly accepts the way out. “Well, excuse me, my bestest friend whom I love very much is getting married soon! Or, well, I hope it’s soon, nobody has time for all that suspense. Anyway, I am allowed to be emotional about this!” 
Eddie chuckles again and sighs gently. “Yes, you are. I’m glad you are. Thank you, Stevie.” 
Don’t thank me. Not for this. Not over this, please, don’t thank me. 
“Don’t thank me,” he says with a grin, and it hurts his cheeks from how forced it is. “Thank yourself for being brave enough to actually go through with the proposal! We both know you’re chicken shit.” 
Just like me, he thinks. Just like me. 
They laugh and it sounds hollow to Steve’s ears. He just wants the phone call to end, wants this to be over with. Wants them to not get married. Never, ever, in this life or the next. 
He wants
 he wants Robin. No, he needs his best friend, his soulmate. He can’t cry alone, not about this. 
Eventually, Eddie hangs up, that smile still so audibly his lips, and that painful happiness still very clear in his voice. Steve wants to share it. But he can’t.
All he can do is stare at the phone in his trembling hand before he closes his eyes and lets himself cry, his head falling back against the couch until he slumps over to one side. He stares and he cries until he can’t anymore. 
Eddie. The love of his life. Is getting married. To Chrissy, the other, platonic love of his life, who is like a sister to him. Who, coincidentally, is the love of his real platonic soulmate’s life.
Fucking hell, the mess they find themselves in!
After a while of pitifully staring at the wall, all cried out and feeling thoroughly pathetic, he lifts his phone and speed-dials Robin. 
“Stevie?” 
He sniffs, and it must sound as awful as he feels, for her next words are, “I’ll be right there. Alcohol or ice cream?” 
“Both?” he whimpers after a moment, and Robin hums right back. 
“I’ve got you. I’ll be there in ten.” 
She hangs up before he can say anything more, and he is overcome with all the love he holds for her. 
As he waits for her to come over, he does not move from the awkwardly half curled-up position on his couch, the lesson plans for tomorrow forgotten completely. This is his life now. His Eddie-less life. His engaged-Eddie life. His loveless, hopeless, endlessly pitiful life. 
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lucysgraybird · 29 days
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Erm i js read ur pregnancy fic, is it possible for u to write an alternative version yk a happy one ??? 😭 it was rlly good tho but that hurttt
YES babe ofc im so sorry 🙏 i saw angst and it got away from me. sorry for losing my head. here is an alternate ending to this fic
warnings: labour/childbirth, blood mention, deeply unrealistic (should've put this on the other one too! i am an 18 year old virgin i know where babies come from and that's it)
The night the baby comes is dark and peaceful: there hasn't been more than a soft fall of rain in weeks, and the spring has brought balmy evenings that have made chores almost a gift to do.
Even more of a blessing is the time after chores, curled up on the porch under Billy’s arm. He's twisting the ends of your hair around his fingers absently, and you twist to look up at his face.
“What's on your mind, honey?”
“Hm?”
“I can hear your thoughts from here, Billy. Are you worrying about something?”
He tucks his chin over your head and you hum contentedly at being wrapped up in him, safe and warm.
“Just thinkin’ about the baby is all,” he says. “What we're gonna name her and that stuff.”
You laugh. “I bet it'll come to us in the moment. We don't even know if the baby’s a girl.”
“I do.” He slides his arm off your shoulder to your waist, placing his hand flat against your rounded belly. “Gonna be the best little girl, and she's gonna look just like her mama.”
"Mm...with your eyes, if we're lucky."
You crane your neck to peck Billy on the lips, coaxing a smile from your husband. Out of nowhere, a cramp twists through your lower back and you cover Billy’s hand with yours, wincing. He shifts you off his chest slightly to look at you.
“You okay?”
The pain passes and you can breathe again – it's not something you've felt before, but you know things get weirder the bigger the baby gets.
“Fine, yeah. I think she was moving around or something.”
Billy gives your stomach a firm look, which coaxes a laugh out of you and chases away your nerves.
“‘s not the baby’s fault, honey,” you say. “She's just getting comfy.”
“You're sure you're alright?” He confirms. “I can ride into town and-”
“I'm good. You don't need to worry, okay?”
He nods and pulls you back against him, his body a shelter from any worries.
As the night creeps on, there are a few more cramps but nothing notable, and you're able to fall asleep almost immediately when the time comes.
That is, until the middle of the night, when you wake up with your entire core on fire.
“Billy,” you whimper, grabbing for his arm.
He groans, still mostly asleep.
“The baby’s coming, Billy, you gotta-” You pause, a bolt of pain too great to speak through wracking your body for a moment. “You gotta go get the doctor.”
That wakes him immediately, and he's rolling out of bed before his eyes are even completely open. He takes in your face, screwed tight and shiny with sweat, and he's trying to get ready and comfort you at the same time.
“It's okay, darlin’, you're gonna be okay,” he says, not even bothering to take off his pajamas before tugging his work clothes over them and shoving his feet into his boots. “I’m gonna get the midwife and she'll take care of you.”
For all his confident words, his voice trembles and breaks at the end of his sentence from seeing you in this much hurt, which sends tears spilling down your cheeks. Billy scrambles for the door, then back to you to press a kiss to your forehead and a hand to your cheek.
“Gonna be fine, darlin'. I'll be back as quick as I can.”
You don't even have time to reply before he's out the door and gone.
The pain only increases while he's gone, time going hazy and strange. You can't figure out how long ago Billy left, or how long it should be until he's back – you can't really think of much besides the ache throbbing from your pelvis to your chest. Noises that don't sound like your own are tearing themselves from your throat as you writhe in bed, trying to find anything that'll ease the pain.
Soon (or maybe not soon at all, you can't say), Billy is bursting back into your room, the midwife hot on his tail. She takes one look at you and turns to Billy.
“I need boiling water and strips of cloth.”
Billy nods wordlessly and disappears out to the kitchen. You didn't realize how desperate you were for him until he was gone, and a new bout of sobs streak down your face.
“Oh, lovey,” the midwife says as she strips back your covers. “Your boy will be back soon, he's just helping me keep you safe while you're in labour. Can you tell me how far you are along?”
She tugs your nightgown up around your hips, and you're in too much pain to feel any shame.
“Baby’s right on time,” you groan. “Just about nine months.”
Your body bows forward with another stab just as Billy walks through the door with a steaming pot of water and strips of a clean sheet, and he nearly drops everything in his haste to get to you. Once he's sure that the midwife has what she needs, he's settling next to you, offering a hand to squeeze and a shoulder to lean on.
“You may want to step out, Mr. Bonney, this-”
“I'm stayin’,” he says, surely putting on a brave face when you grip his hand like a vice. To you, he soothes, “Hold on as hard as you need, darlin’, you're not gonna hurt me.”
“Okay then,” the midwife says. “Get ready to push, lovey, this baby is just about to come out.”
You don't even have to think when the time comes, a baser instinct taking over for you. It hurts like nothing has before and a wail chokes out of your mouth. Billy is still holding you, whispering sweet nothings that you can't quite hear against your temple. His lips are dry on the skin there, and it's grounding in the sea of sticky and hot that you're swimming in.
Suddenly, the pressure in your pelvis changes, but the pain doesn't. Everything is so wet. What is that?
“I'm going to insist you step back now, Mr. Bonney,” the midwife says.
You look up at your husband, whose skin is ash-white against his dark hair.
“Billy
?”
"You're okay, darlin', I'm just gonna let the midwife take care of you." His voice is shaking in a way that makes you nauseated, and the world is swimming around you on top of that.
He goes to step away, just as the midwife requested, and heartbreak rips across his face when you reach out for him. Then there's another gush of wetness and a dizzying wash of pain: the last thing you see before you pass out is the form of a baby in Billy’s arms and the most genuine fear you've ever seen on his face.
When you wake, it's just Billy in the room, cradling a bundle of blankets in a chair he's dragged to the bedside. He's up as soon as you wake, trying to smooth a hand over your head and hold the baby properly at the same time.
“Hey, darlin’, how are you feeling?”
You try to sit up and immediately throw in the towel, groaning. “Tired. And sore. Is the baby okay? What happened?”
“Baby’s just fine,” he says, tilting the bundle to show you a wrinkled, sleeping little face. “The midwife says she's the healthiest baby she's seen in a while.”
A soft smile blooms on your face. There's a relief warming you from the inside-out that you've never felt before.
“You were right about the baby being a girl, then.”
“Mhm.” There's a teasing pride in his hum, and you use a little of your waning energy to nudge his shoulder with your head. “I haven't thought of a name yet, though.”
“Can I hold her?”
Billy hands her to you wordlessly, helping you settle your arms around her.
“She's so small.”
“And she's already caused a lot of trouble for her mama,” Billy says.
He's joking, but when you look up at him, there are tears in his eyes.
“Honey, are you-”
“I'm okay, I'm okay. It was just a lot of blood, and I didn't know what was goin’ on. I thought you
”
The sentence ends there, but you know where he was going, and you lean into him.
“Can't get rid of me that easy, cowboy. We got a little girl to raise.”
The baby stirs a little in your arms, then settles back into a deep sleep. You watch her thoughtfully.
“Billy,” you say.
“Yes, darlin’?”
“How would you feel about naming her Kathleen? After your mother?”
There's dead silence for a moment before Billy presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“I think that's perfect,” he whispers, not trusting his voice to go any louder without breaking. “If that's what you want.”
“It is. Welcome to the world, Kathleen Bonney,” you say, and Billy wraps an arm around you. It is a perfect tableau: mother, father, and baby, and all the love there is in the world.
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strawb3rrystar · 4 months
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My dear sweet strawberry child, may I please get a Bayverse Raphael x Fem!Reader with a shot of Smut prompt number 1 and Fluff prompt number 39? đŸ™đŸ€­đŸ˜‹
You can make it a lil yandere-y if you want, I'm down😈
Here is some cake for your hard work đŸ°đŸ“â€
“Your underwear!? Why would you ask me! I, obviously, don’t have them!” & "Jealous? Pfft, I'm not jealous."
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Pairing: Bayverse! Raphael x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Underwear stealing, Implied masturbation with them, Stalking, Non-con, Dark themes, Oral (Reader! Receiving), Using spit as lube, Creampie
Word count: 750+
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You weren't stupid, nor were you oblivious. You had noticed things disappearing from your room. It started with a hair tie, your favorite pen not being found in the drawers, an old hoodie missing from your closet. But when your underwear started disappearing from the drawers, you freaked out. Not only because you would have to replace them, but also because some creep had your underwear.
Trying to narrow down who it could be might have been near impossible. You often had your college friends or group partners 'round your apartment. So you were unsure of who it could have been or even who to start asking.
You decided to head to the lair and hangout with your best friend, Raphael. You just needed someone to get your mind off the situation. And who better than playing video games with the person you trusted the most? As you mashed the buttons on the controller, Raph knew something was up with you. So he paused the game "What's wrong?"
You explained the situation to him, unbeknownst to you that your cum-stained underwear were sitting in his nightstand. You finished your rant off with "Do you know where my underwear went, Raph?"
He seemed to get defensive over you asking him that “Your underwear!? Why would you ask me! I, obviously, don’t have them!” His brow bone furrowed as he turned away from you. You shrugged it off, unpausing the game.
You answered the phone with a 'Yes?' holding your phone to your ear "I need you to come to the lair, now."
You apologize to your friend for having to leave so soon, promising to make it up to them in the future. You head down into the sewers with caution, wondering what was so important. As you walk into the lair, you find that it was empty "Of course..."
You walk into Raph's room, calling out for him. You felt large hands wrap around your waist, easily picking you up and throwing you over their shoulder "Raph?!"
You panic as you practically hang upside down in the darkness of his room. "Be quiet. It'll be easier if you do."
You couldn't stop your heart from speeding up as he lays you down on his bed. You could only make out Raph's shape as you felt something next to your head. You turn to find your own underwear now pressed against your nose "So... it was you...?"
"I can't fucking stand seeing you with other people." He grabs your jaw, turning you to look back at him. "So, you're jealous of my friends?"
"Jealous? Pfft, I'm not jealous." He responds, taking off your shorts. Panic fills your eyes again "H-hey, wa-"
He covers your mouth with his hand, rubbing your clit through your underwear. "Don't even fucking try. I've watched you finger your pussy, moaning my name. So don't act like you aren't aching for my cock."
A soft moan leaves your lips, Raph's eyes gleam with excitement. Both of his hands grab your thighs, massaging them up to your hips. He pulls your underwear off, leaving you fully exposed from the torso down. He licks up your pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit "You taste so fucking sweet, sunshine."
You press your hands onto your cheeks, feeling the heat of them. In fact, your whole body felt hot as you lay under him, his tongue prodding your entrance. He places a kiss on your clit, then pulls off his pants that he always wears. It felt like mere seconds before he was slapping your clit with his tip. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you, princess."
He spits on his hand, lathering up his dick. You grab onto his arm as he enters, feeling like you were being split in half. "Look at that. Your cute little pussy is stretching around my cock."
He kisses your tears away as you claw onto him, your pathetic sobs of pain only pulled a small bit of empathy from him. His tip kisses your cervix, you only being able to take a little over half of his cock. But it was still enough to drive Raph crazy.
He buries his face in your neck, kissing it lightly as he ruts into your cunt. Fucking you through multiple orgasms, your cheeks stained with tears as you could only moan. He couldn't stop himself from cumming inside you, it all just felt too good. Afterwards, he would slip your underwear back on, letting his cum pool into the fabric. He would kiss the bruises on your hips and waist and then whisper in your ear.
"You're mine now sunshine. I'm never letting go of ya'."
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Star's notes -> I think I went off the rails with this one, but idk
(Thank you @thejudiciousneurotic for requesting!) (Prompt list)
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ezelium · 12 days
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PRIDE : Nakahara Chuuya - 16.
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angst , suicide, hurt no comfort , x reader drabble .
a/n : do not write shit in a sitting y'all 🙏
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there, all gone. everything he cherished, everything he was grateful to have in his arms, gone. it didn't slip, he dropped it. he did it.
"Chuuya, if you're reading this, I firstly want to say thank you for your time. For reading this, and all the times we've spent together. You've truly been a close friend to me. ..."
his eyes are not daring to move any further. he physically couldn't. a letter. a note. his best friend's suicide letter. it felt heavy in his hands. its paper, it felt heavy. its his heart, it felt heavy. his thoughts were all over the place — he couldn't believe it. his mind wasn't even registering his own emotions, they felt blank. he felt numb. this wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, quite the contrary, it was familiar and known. but why did it hurt worse this time?
was it wrong to think it's his fault? in his mind, it quite frankly was his fault this time. the fight a few nights prior wasn't helping him. for the last month, he had been neglectful to you. you didn't have the heart to tell him how it was also your lowest this year, you didn't want to bother him with your troubles. but there were clear warning signs from before, for example, how you dismissed his concern while normally you wouldn't. how didn't he notice? you were helping him out in his lowest, yet the one you hold so closely wasn't doing the same to you.
the letter is long, and written by hand. it's about appreciating all the times you've spent together, some philosophy, and some thoughts about the future. something you wouldn't be a part of even though he wished you would be. chuuya had always thought of you and him with a better future than ever, more happy, with more of a social circle maybe.
" ... Finally. If you're reading this, I'm dead. Even if you hate me — or don't — I've always loved and appreciated you. I have believed in your humanity, Chuuya, and you'll keep being human to me in every way possible. My wish is for you to be happy. A thousand yesterdays have passed with me, and a thousand more will come your way without me. But it'll all be the same, trust me."
Goodbye. — [Name] [Surname]."
at last, he wanted to believe your words if he couldn't believe his own. he wanted to believe this was some sort of sick joke, that you would pop up from somewhere and tell him it's a prank. or the last resort, to believe everything would be the same. it wasn't ever going to be same, ever again.
his friends dying wasn't a new case to him, but you were a different case. he actually felt empty. hollow. numb. nothing else.
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a/nÂČ : i wanted to write something like heavy angst but this is all that came out sorry..ry.y.. anyway goodnight i have no idea what im writing rn its 3 in the morning
©ezelium 2024⭑i do not consent for people to plagiarize, repost, or translate my works.
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lost-walmartbag · 9 months
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I love the way you write Craig omg😭 begging for some Craig x reader crumbs 🙏
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Song: Poster Boy - Lyn Lapid
Warnings: N/A
Background: You and Craig don't get along but when forced to have a movie night with him and Tweek maybe that'll change
Status: Request Open
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‧₊˚✧Craig x Reader✧˚₊‧
It's hard to say when you and Craig decided you two didn't really like each other. You were always close to Tweek but when he and Craig started 'dating', you saw them less and less. You were pretty upset about it but you didn't say anything as you still got to see him on a daily basis just not outside of school. You kinda blamed Craig for that because of how stuck to Tweek's side he was.
"So Tweek you wanna come over today?" You asked as you took a bite of your apple.
"S-sure b-but can Craig come?" Tweek asked causing you to glare at Craig who was trying to hide a smug smile.
"Sure." You said through grit teeth.
"What are we gonna do?" Craig asked putting his hand on the table.
"I'm thinking bout a movie night ya know like when we were kids." You respond looking at Tweek.
"S-Sounds good." He says with a smile and putting his hand on top of Craig's making you mentally cringe.
You just nod in response and go back to your lunch. You can feel Craig's eyes on you and you hated it. You hated how he always managed to be involved in your plans. You hated how smug he looked when Tweek wanted him around. You hated how hot he looked with that stupid smug look.
As Tweek worked on making cupcakes in your kitchen you went into your room grabbing a few blankets when Craig came in. You tried your best to ignore his presence. You grabbed a few folded blankets as Craig looked around and looked at all the small nicknacks on your dresser ad shelves.
"It's actually pretty cool in here." He said as he reached for a small projector on your dresser.
You drop the blankets and grab his wrist stopping him from touching it. "Don't. It is extremely fragile and if it even gets looked at wrong she refuses to turn on."
"That's because you have one of the buttons stuck." He said gently pulling your hand away from his wrist and picking up the projector.
"I swear if you break it, Craig." You mutter looking over his shoulder as he tinkered with it.
"I'm not going to break it." He said as he finished up and pressed the button causing an array of stars to project from the lens. "See?"
"Woah it hasn't been this bright since I was a kid." You say as you look up at the ceiling with a smile.
"It's just old. I'm surprised you still have it." He said looking down at you and admiring your smile.
"Well, just because I don't like you doesn't mean I'm going to throw away the gifts you gave me." You say, keeping your eyes on the ceiling.
"You know you don't have to hate me." He said with a sigh.
"I know but it's hard not to when you know what you're doing." You say looking over at him.
"And what am I doing?"
"Constantly taking Tweek's time from me, involving yourself in my plans, giving me that stupid hot smug look all the time." You say clearly not thinking about a single thing coming out of your mouth.
Craig takes a step back, taken aback by your words, and blushes lightly. "You think it's hot?"
"Yes, and that's why I hate you because you shouldn't look so hot when you're ruining my plans." You say with a sigh.
"I don't mean to ruin your plans. Tweek just...he knows we don't get along so he thinks if you hang out more it'll help." He said looking down at the floor.
"Of course he does." You say with a sigh.
"Look if you want me to go I can..."
"No you're my friend's boyfriend I guess I should get along with you." You say looking up at him and seeing he was holding back laughter. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." He said still holding back his laughter making you groan.
"You make it so hard to like you." You groan picking up the blankets and walking into the living room.
Craig follows you and helps you set up the blanket fort. He occasionally looks up at you admiring how focused you were. He stayed quiet wondering if you actually thought that him and Tweek were actually dating. All the other guys in the group knew they weren't he supposed that you would have figured it out or someone would have told you by now. Once you finished you crawled inside to admire your work with Criag following closely behind.
"Not bad Tucker." You said, setting up your laptop.
He smiled softly ad scooted closer. He wondered how far he could take things before you realized the truth. You looked over at him with a questioning look as he moved closer.
"Ya know I think you look pretty good too." He whispered before planting a soft kiss on your lips.
Your eyes widened from the sudden kiss. This felt wrong Tweek was your friend and now here you are kissing his boyfriend in the next room. You wanted to pull away but almost as suddenly as it started you melted into the kiss and kissed back. As you two kissed you didn't notice Tweek coming in with a plate of cupcakes.
"AK!" He yelled almost dropping the plate.
You quickly pull away and look over at him with a panicked expression. "I-it's not what it looks like."
"Y-you two weren't just kissing?" He asked setting down the plate oddly calm.
"N-no well yes but I um I.." You stutter out trying to think of a way to justify you kissing your best friend's boyfriend.
Craig who was pretty quiet throughout the whole ordeal suddenly burst out into laughter making you turn to him confused.
"She thinks we're actually dating." Craig choked out through laughter making Tweek laugh.
"Y-Y/N no way." Tweek laughed out making you super confused.
"Wait you aren't?" You asked, turning to Craig, making them laugh harder. "See this is why I hate you."
They tried their best to compose themselves before they finally answered your questions.
"No, we aren't dating," Craig said wiping away tears from how hard he was laughing.
"I-it was something we did in 4th grade we thought everyone knew by now," Tweek said moving inside the fort.
"Wow, and ya'll just weren't going to tell me?" You said with a slightly offended tone.
"We thought you knew," Craig said with a smug smile that you hated so much.
You sighed and shook your head and laid back on pillows. Tweek smiled and laid next to you and Craig laid on your other side.
"You guys suck sometimes."
"I-I'm sorry I thought Craig had told you like he did everyone else," Tweek said looking up at the ceiling.
You turn your head and glare at Craig who still had his smug smile. "Woops much have slipped my mind."
"Ya see this is why I don't like you." You said gently punching his shoulder.
"Ow Tweek she hit me." Craig said with a smirk.
"B-behave or no cupcakes." He said handing you two cupcakes and starting the movie.
As the night wore on you found yourself in Craig's arms at some point and you did nothing to leave them. As much as you hated him there was a part that was growing quite fond of him. Eventually, all three of you had fallen asleep surrounded by cupcake wrappers, pillows, and blankets. While you knew you'd still never be able to hang out with Tweek alone, the idea of being around Craig didn't seem as bad as it used to.
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A/N: To whoever asked me for this I'm so sorry I didn't get to you sooner thank you so much for asking I love you so much. I hope you liked this and if you did let me know and I can make more for you if you'd like đŸ©·đŸ©·đŸ©· anyway love you all thank you for readingđŸ©·đŸ©·đŸ©·đŸ©·
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coffee-master · 1 month
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some little things for Kai in Au??? Like, does he look different? PLEASE DON'T WASTE KAI'S POTENTIAL WITH LONG COLORFUL HAIR (Nya in the movie was supposed to have something like that) 🙏🙏🙏
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Will Kai have any subplots to diversify his persona? (which Ninjago didn't do with Nya)
PSLPSLPSL I NEED MORE INFOS ABOUT AU KAI 😭😭😭
Firstly, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting.
Secondly, this is the first time I see the prototype form the ninjago movie and WOW.
Now. I'll tell you about the hair and how it looks.
I needed to draw some of them to explain how it looks, BUT I'M WARNING I CAN'T DRAW? so it's littelary basics..
NOW-
Kai
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In the beginning Kai very similar to the canon.
He was short messy hair. He also uses hair gel to make his hair look like his father's, but doesn't go too well with it.
With time passing by with the ninjas, Kai allows himself to experiment with his hair a little.
He doesn't need to work in the field every day, like he used to, so he doesn't need a short too practical hair. Moreoved he has more time to take care of his hair.
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Kai growing his hair out and in the beginning of the season 5 he decises to dye a few strands red.
Because One red is his favourite color and Two to show indirectly support towards his sister (because well Nya is the fire ninja and her costume is red)
Kai still uses hair gel, but doesn't try to make his hair look like their father's.
Kai has red highlightd until the end end of the season 6.
The whole Nadakam mess/situation had a big impact on him and Cole, but in the end Kai got more even confidence, because of that.
After that Cole helps Kai dye his hair strands blue and it last to season 7.
AND HERE WE COME TO SEASON 8
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I might have depicted it wrong in the drawing, but his hair is generally long..
In season 8 Kai's hair are lighty dyed to blue.
He uses way more gel than before and tries to shape it to some sort of wave. (I wanted to make some sort of mix from the canon, but well Kai's hair are hard to draw.)
They are very long so at home he sometimes puts it in a ponytail or braids it. (I wasn't able to draw) Very rarely, but he does.
Next Nya!!!
Nya
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At the beginning her hair look just like in the canon, but there are still some changes.
Nya straightens her hair every day because it is naturally light wavy.
She keeps them also short and Kai cuts them regularly, since always.
It's almost tradition for them.
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After Reboot season Nya is very devastated by Zane's death.
She blamed herself to a large extent for contributing to overwork and not performing basic routine activities in her life.. And she often forgot to straighten her hair.. She was a mess.
Her hair then were similar to her mother's.
Nya wasn't a fan of this look. She thought that short hair like hers, looked better as straight.
Nevertheless in the season 4, Jay commented that her hair were pretty. Nya started thinking about growning her hair, but wasn't sure.
She finally made her decision in season 5, after seeing that Kai started changing his hair-style.
In the season 5, when Kai dyed his hair, Nya was impressed and decided to do the same.
So during season 6 both Nya and Kai had had the same red streaks of hair.
NOW SEAOSON 8!
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In the season 8 Nya decided to experiment with her hair.
She decided to grow them very long, but also wanted them to be part shaved. (Like on the picture)
She also decided to dye her hair on the sides red.
She stopped using the hair straightener a long time ago.
Fun fuct, Nya has to shave regulary and sometimes Kai or Jay help her with that.
HAHA I'm not the one who just wasted my time analyzing Kaia's hairstyles and styling on Pinterest juzt to do this! NOT AT ALL- (jokes)
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I'll try to do my best to give you as much as I can. For now I'm trying to analizę his personality and tramua and how it'll have impact on each season.
For example.. I didn't mentioned it on Tumbrl, but on my work on ao3 "Master of Water" it's lightly mentioned by Kai, that he's afraid of forgetting his parents.
He's afraid because he can't remmeber their voices and barely remember their faces without fotos.
But that's not the sceariest part.
He and Nya lost them at young age.
But Nya (as the younger one, who was basically raised by Kai alone) doesn't recall any memories of their parents.
For her that are just some bunch of people that she hadn't ever meet.
THIS. This is scary for Kai.
He's scared, that one day he'll forget about the people that at dearest to his heart.
That he'll feel/remember nothing like his sister or it'll be just meaningless.
In season 5 Kai in the end overcomes this fear and his fear of water, thinking everything will be alright with his new family.
He starts living water and his power.
BUT THEN WE COME TO THE SEABOUND/CRYSTALISED PART-
Kai forgets about everything for over a year. Friends, paretns, boyfriend, sensei and his dear sister that he promised to protect.
Still as the one with the water Kai, when unexpectedly he remembers his sister, Kai is desperate and scared to come back.
He starts calling everyone he knows in the lantern in hope of saving him. He's scared and desperate. because he's afraid that in a second he'll forget again.
Then when Kai came back to normal everyting is diffrent.
His relationship with his own element is basiclly love-hate. Ups and downs.. In the infinity..
Kai is torn apart in crystalised.
He doesn't have powers and he feels both sad and relifed.
Sad because he can protect his family as good as before, but relived because this power made him forget everything what was the most important to him.
Moreover Kai sometimes feels of, while looking at the sea. As if he were in a trance, which is a side-effect of being one with the water for over a year.
....This guy needs therapy.
Anyway, I wrote myself off a bit..
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lovelessrage · 1 month
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Hi! I've been trying to educate myself on various aro and ace experiences and concepts, and I find your blog really helpful with that. However, I have a question about lovelessness that I wonder if you could help me with?
While reading a post about lovelessness that seemed influential (https://aroworlds.com/2019/07/16/i-am-not-voldemort-an-essay-on-love-and-amatonormativity/) I started thinking about families and the responsibilities of parents. I know someone (not aro or ace) who has struggled a lot in their adult life because their parents showed little emotion/tried to repress bad emotions to protect their children, and who never told their children that they loved them. This person feels unworthy of love today and has been going to therapy for years to try to manage it. Obviously it's very complicated and no one can know for certain where this person's issues stem from, but I was just curious to hear about a loveless person's opinion on this topic.
I guess what I'm trying to ask is, do you think loveless parents have a responsibility to show their children love / tell them that they are loved even if they (the parent) does not actually experience love?
Would be very grateful for a response and I hope this does not come across as rude 🙏
Well, I think, at least in my personal opinion, there's many ways to show affection to children beyond saying "love". The thing is, children learn what you teach them. If you teach them love as the final frontier, the wholeness of your care, and then take it from them, they'll notice its absence. So, you... don't base your child's worth on love! You base it on something else.
If you tell a child you care for them, you want the best for them, you are proud of them, etc. from an early age, they can still feel cared for without "love" needing to be said. You can show affection in a lot of ways! You just need to show your child those ways and establish early that you still care, even if you don't use the same language other parents might use. Kids can recognise when they were raised differently, so a parent should be ready to have conversations about why they're different from their peers. It can be a good way to introduce your child to the fact it's okay to be different than people around them, and that they don't need to be exactly like every other family.
The main holding point is the expectation that someone would teach their child that love is absolute and then refuse to give it to them; this just isn't realistic. Any loveless parent who wants healthy kids isn't going to enforce love normativity just to dissapoint their children by not being able to give it. How someone cares for their child varies, and it's a conversation you can have properly when they're old enough to understand. But, in the meantime, there's many, many ways to have a child feel safe and secure without saying "I love you". It's about building their confidence and support network, not establishing love as the most important thing in the world so you can tell your toddler they can't have it. THAT'S how you screw up a baby. When they're older and can understand more complex concepts, you can talk about the word "love" as a family and what it means to you and your child. It'll depend on each and every person what comes of that, but regardless, it's important to reaffirm love isn't necessary for that child to be an important part of your life.
They have an obligation to show their child they are wanted, they are welcome, they are safe with you, and they are cared for; this doesn't necessitate love. All it takes are dedicated parents willing to put in the work required for raising a baby, and make sure their child knows they mean the world to them without using the word "love".
[Plus, from personal experience as someone who did get told I was loved by my family? It didn't help me out. At all. Mostly because the word meant nothing when they did not back it up with anything. Love only means as much as you put into it.]
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easterbonnet · 4 months
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professor lupin x student reader is so “older by Isabel LaRosa” coded !!! just imagined the day they argue about wanting to be together and lupin thinks he’s too old for reader (even tho she’s of age), so I really imagine reader going “a guy my age is just not the same, I want you” and we all know he’s a bit hard on himself so it takes a while for him to grasp the concept of having a secret legal relationship with her
giggling as soon as i opened this, never heard of that song before but OMFG YOUVE PUT ME ONTO IT i have a whole playlist for this type of shit. this is not good for the old mental health THANK YOU ANON🙏
seriously tho, he would totally do that. At first he'd try to brush her off w the whole 'guy your age' thing, telling her to cop off with someone her own age, with a bright future, not an old, penniless man like him.
Maybe she'd try that at first, see how he reacts? But this would only make them want eachother more. Lupin would prolly avoid her the best he could, try to get her out of his head, 'she doesn't want me, why would she want me?'
Reader wouldn't let him throw it away, she'd stay behind after class, things would get heated pretty quickly
. . . "a guy my age is just not the same, I want you"
"You're just a kid you don't know what you want, it'll change in a week" - hed be throwing his hands around, running them over his face trying to convince himself rather than her
"Professor. Don't do that. Don't deny yourself. We're both adults, whats the problem?"
"Ha, whats the problem? Whats the problem? You could have anyone you want, but you choose your run down professor? Forgive me y/n if I don't see the attraction." This man would get lowkey angry at her for wanting him and even more annoyed at himself for wanted her just the same, slamming his hands on his desk
"This isn't so one sided Sir"
"This conversation is over"
They both knew it wasn't. . . He couldn't keep denying himself happiness from fear of ruining it - don't even get me started on what hed think when she finds out hes a werewolf
I feel like reader would be the one to do the work at the start, making him get flustered and fumble while he's teaching and stuff, but once they were past that and he finally got past someone actually liking him for him, he'd be such a tease.
"Ah ah Miss y/l/n, see me after class", he'd relish in the secrecy and the thrill of it, they'd play games trying to get eachother to crack. Always saying things in class that anyone else wouldnt think twice about, but would be some kinda inside joke between them. Leaving little notes on the back of her assignments, putting cute small gifts on the chair of her desk so when she pulls it out to sit down she sees it, purposely giving her bad grades so she has to see him after class to discuss it. He'd deffo always keep the marauders map on him and check it from time to time, to make sure she's alright and safe, and of course so he could accidentally run into her
Theyd both go about their days normally - still both seemingly single, but it was truly only after hours in his classroom//office or maybe even his room, that they'd rlly be able to be a proper couple. Telling him about her day, like a daily rundown of events, making sure its not too much for her. Hed be such a mature, gentle, respectful, intelligent figure for her
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(Leslie Fish - "Dane-Geld")
ROFL, I love it. đŸ€Ł This is so fuckin catchy, I am beyond delighted that this song exists. Thank you for introducing this to my life, friendo. 🙏
But also: lol Kipling was so full of shit.
And apologies, but you have activated the hyperfixation, soooo...
--
DANEGELDS: WELL, AKSHUALLY---
or
DANEGELDS: I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!
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So, I should have been more clear in my last post: there's nothing inherently ÂżđŸ€š? about Burgred bribing vikings to go away, despite what the victorians would have you believe. Paying tribute to placate an aggressive foreign power was standard operating procedure in that era -- just one of the occasional costs of doing international politics.
I mean ffs, lol, THIS was the viking invasion of England:
Vikings land in Kent; Wessex pays them a danegeld to go away. Vikings go to East Anglia; East Anglia pays them a danegeld to go away. Vikings go to York; Northumbria tries to fight them and gets curb-stomped. Vikings go to Nottingham; Mercia pays them a danegeld to go away. Vikings go to Thetford; East Anglia tries to fight them and gets curb-stomped. Vikings go to Reading; Wessex gets curb-stomped for a bit and then pays them a danegeld to go away. Vikings go to London; Mercia pays them a danegeld to go away. Vikings go put down a revolt in Northumbria. Vikings go to Torksey; Mercia pays them a danegeld to go away




.. but this time the vikings don't leave. (cue my fic)
(Really, Kipling? "We never pay anyone danegeld"?? Said no one ever. The mid ninth century is nothing but the Saxons playing hot potato with the vikings.)
The only ÂżđŸ€š? part about Nottingham was why Burgred bothered dragging the West Saxons out of bed to help him besiege the city, if he was just going to pay the vikings off without a single fight. Why assemble such a massive coalition army and then not use it? (That's what modern historians give him shit for, not the danegeld itself -- contrast this with how they tend to characterize Alfred's danegeld, that yeah okay sure, he paid one too, but he made the vikings work for it first.) To me, it suggests that either something about the situation at Nottingham changed, that made fighting untenable, or that having the army was the point -- that it was part of Burgred's leverage for encouraging the Danes to take the payout and go, rather than deciding to keep the city like they'd done with York.
The point is, no one was under any illusions that danegelds would buy a permanent peace -- what they bought you was time. If you were genuinely unprepared to fight off a viking invasion, then paying the danegeld was your best option. (Even if it makes later historians big mad that you didn't go heroically stiff-upper-lip yourself into an early grave.) Yes, your economy will take a hit -- danegelds were not ""trifling"" -- but it'll recover faster from a danegeld than it will from having your armies decimated/crops burned/towns looted/peasants carted off into slavery.
Bribing vikings was a reliable way to make them go bother someone else for a few years, while you (theoretically) got your shit together so you'd be better prepared for the next time they circled back round. Paying a danegeld, in and of itself, was not a dumb or lazy or shameful move -- so long as you treated it like the temporary measure that it was, and followed up with stronger steps. Wessex did; they made good use of the time they bought, and consequently they withstood the next round of invasions. Mercia did not, or not good enough anyway, and that's a different story.
But that's not how Kipling and the victorians felt about it -- they fuckin H A A A A A T E D danegelds. 😂 It didn't vibe with the English Exceptionalism that they were attempting to manufacture, a version of history in which the English were a godly-heroic race of brave and brilliant white people who righteously deserved to take over the whole world. Danegelds were a very embarrassing thing to have to explain -- how could their illustrious ancestors have been so spineless that they'd let themselves get shaken down rather than fight? Or so STOOOOPID, because don't they know that "once you have paid him the Danegeld / You never get rid of the Dane"???? (And with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, they could confidently say that paying danegelds had done Mercia and East Anglia no good.) It would have been far more palatable to their sensibilities if the Saxons had believed in death before danegeld.
But that's imposing an ahistorical set of values on the situation. There's nothing in the contemporary sources to indicate that the Saxons attached any particular shame or stigma to paying a tribute -- to the military defeats that had made it necessary, yeah absolutely, but not the payment itself.
In my opinion, what the Saxon kingdoms should be embarrassed about is not the danegelds, but how long it took them to get their shit together and recognize the vikings as a real threat, and then put aside their petty internecine squabbling to deal with it -- too long, for most of them, and too late by the time they did. It's depressingly familiar, to have one's society faced with an existential threat, while the people in power would rather use the opportunity to dunk on their political rivals than do anything about it. 😐
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slytherinshua · 10 months
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Can you pls do a f!reader forbidden love w Woonhak 🙏🙏🙏
SWEETHEART genre ➳ fluff. a bit of angst. friends to lovers. forbidden love. warnings ➳ mention of child abuse. crying. one kiss. pairing ➳ woonhak x fem!reader. wc ➳ 2.6k. a/n ➳ thank you for requesting!! this was a lot of fun to write. i took a lot of inspiration from the move when marnie was there, i'd also recommend listening to 'fine on the outside' from the ost of the movie since it'll add to the fic!
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You winced as you heard your parents’ shouting getting louder from the sitting room. Your father had told you to be a good girl and stay in your room. You had wanted to go outside. My friend is waiting for me! You insisted, clutching your pink party dress in your small fists, filled with as much anger as an eight year old could hold. You had earned a harsh glare and a slap to your cheek for disobeying. 
You sat by your window, longing to go outside into the cool ocean breeze under the moonlight. Woonhak would wait until you came, you knew he would, but you itched to go out and play with him now. You were sick of waiting until your father gave you more instructions. He always kept you hidden away in your room. Your mother was gone most of the time, and your nanny felt more like a real mother to you than your biological mother ever could.
You didn’t love your nanny. She had no affection for you and was always stone cold and boring. She didn’t want to entertain you and you could tell she was tired of working at your house for your father. You were smart for an eight year old. People had told you were smarter than their teenagers many times. It was one of the things your small brain prided itself in. One of the only things you allowed yourself to be proud of. Your father was busy snuffing out all your pride every chance he got, though.
You couldn’t tell anyone how awful your isolated life was. All they saw were the extravagant parties and your expensive toys. They never realised how love-deprived you were. The only person who you could confide in was your friend, Woonhak.
He was the child of the sweet farmer couple that always sold the best jams at the farmers market. You liked to tag along whenever your nanny had to go shopping. That’s where you met him the first time. 
He was so different from you, and his life was so free. He could go out and wade in the ocean water whenever he wanted to, or go into the forest to catch butterflies. He could eat fresh strawberries grown in his own backyard and wouldn’t even get scolded for going outside past his bedtime. You envied his life and cherished any time that he would bring you along with him. He had adventures. You wanted to be by his side forever.
“Your mother will be arriving soon. I heard the Park family is arriving with her. I’m sure you’ll be seeing Yijoon again. Aren’t you excited?” You governess asked. She meant well, you knew she meant well. But any mention of Yijoon made you clench your fist into a tight ball, fingernails biting into the skin of your palm. You hated that boy.
You sat straight, shoulders back, chin up, no expression, just like how you had been taught your whole life. If your mother was coming back, that meant more parties. You’d have to be gracious to guests. You’d have to dance. You’d have to spend time with Yijoon. You hoped to God that your mother didn’t insist you kiss him again.
Your mother was practically obsessed with the thought of you and Yijoon being a couple. You were her daughter, so she could control your life however she wanted, including who you were supposed to like. Yijoon was an asshole, though. He was stuck up and rude and his good looks did nothing to hide his temper. He was just like your father, and you despised him.
You couldn’t imagine ever living with someone who was like the carbon copy of your father, especially the more you saw firsthand how your father got worse and worse over the years. His temper had heightened, his patience withered, and his expectations of you grew exponentially. You learned to hide and to ignore him, but he hated that you had grown into a smart, witty teenager who knew how to talk back
 and who could now tell that his behaviour was abusive. 
When he had his friends over to get drunk, you stayed in your room. If he asked to see you, you always put on a smile and your best manners. There was less chance of angering him that way.
You sat on your bed after your talk with your governess about your mother and Yijoon. You were 16 now, and to your mother, that meant you were old enough to get engaged. Your brain went to Woonhak. It always went to Woonhak. If Yijoon was like a dark cloud in your life, Woonhak was like the sun. Yijoon was a devil with gruesome red horns. Woonhak was an angel with a halo. 
You clutched your sheets in your hand absentmindedly, frustrated at the thought of Yijoon coming back. You weren’t even that worried about how you would manage it. But you couldn’t bear to think about Woonhak seeing you with Yijoon. He would think you liked him. He would see you two dancing together and you forcing a smile and he would get the wrong impression. You couldn’t let that happen. You suddenly realised how much you liked Woonhak. You wanted to be with him romantically. 
God, you were so stupid. Your parents would never accept Woonhak. One look at them and you’d be scared at what insults they would say. His ratty clothes and muddy clothes from farming could never go hand-in-hand with your luxurious silk and jewellery. 
If your mother got you engaged to Yijoon, you wouldn’t be able to see Woonhak anymore. You didn’t like the thought of that. If you couldn’t be with Woonhak you needed to at least see him. You wouldn’t be able to bear your life without your best friend. He was the only thing that made you happy anymore.
You stood up from your bed and rushed downstairs, lacing up your boots as quickly as you could and running out of the house. You needed to tell him. You needed reassurance that he would stay in your life. That he wanted to stay in your life. 
Your first instinct was to check the beach, and you found him there easily. He heard you coming and looked up, giving you a bright smile. He always lit up your day. He was better than the sun. He was your happiness.
You ran straight into his arms, catching him off guard. The force of you running into him and wrapping your arms around his waist almost made him stumble, but he caught himself and steadied you both. You felt him hug you back, patting your back gently with a confused expression on his face.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He asked worriedly. He couldn’t lie that he had always wanted to hug you, ever since he was little. You always looked like you needed one, but he was too shy to do it. Despite his heart soaring a little in his chest, he was concerned about you.
You hugged him a bit tighter, clutching his worn t-shirt from behind, burying your face in his chest. Your shoulders shook and soon the tears you had been holding back started to fall, racking your body with small sobs.
“H-hey
 It’s okay. It’s okay, Y/n.” He whispered, continuing to stroke your back up and down in a comforting way until you calmed down. You pulled away slightly to sniff and wipe your tears. Woonhak reached forward to gently swipe the tears clinging onto your left cheek.
“What happened, sweetheart?” He asked you again, using the nickname he had always used for you since you were small. He thought it perfectly described you since you were the sweetest person he had ever met. The meaning had changed just a little over the years now that you were both 16 years old. He couldn’t lie that calling you that made him feel like he was yours. He wished you were his, but that would never happen, right? You’d never be able to be with someone like him. 
The nickname It made you smile a bit, cheeks tinting pink just slightly. Woonhak kept his hand on your cheek and you leaned into his touch, soaking up the comfort that it brought you.
“Miss Hwang told me that my mother is coming back. She
 She’ll probably want to get me engaged.”
“What? Why?” He furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why that would happen.
“She thinks I’m old enough
 There’s this boy, Park Yijoon. She wants us to be together. And I don’t know if I have a choice. If that happens, I would probably move in with him.” You explained, voice strained.
“...What?” His voice shook slightly and then he started shaking his head desperately, “No, no
 please. I don’t want to lose you. Please?”
“I don’t either. I wouldn’t be able to bear not seeing you, Woonhak. But
” You sighed and looked down at the sand. Woonhak had gathered some shells and arranged them. Seeing that tore you apart. He was too precious to abandon. It would kill you inside to leave him.
“But?” His voice was growing more anxious and his eyes were glossy with tears threatening to spill at any moment. You had never seen him cry before. You were always the one doing the crying. He was always the one comforting you. He was the only person who you could be yourself around.
“But I
 I can’t say no to my mother. Woon, she has complete control over my life. God, if I could run away, I would. But I don’t have anywhere to go and what if she comes looking for me-” You choked in a sob, feeling entirely helpless about the situation.
“Why don’t you
 come stay with me?” Woonhak suggested a bit shyly.
“What? Wouldn’t your parents-”
“Come on, my parents love you.” Woonhak pointed out, a smile starting to grow on his face at the thought. “And my father is a policeman. You know your parents could be charged with child abuse, right?”
You blinked. In your head you always knew they were abusive, but hearing Woonhak tell it to you plainly made you understand it so much clearer. “Oh. I want to ask your parents first. I wouldn’t want to encroach on their house uninvited
 Can we ask them now?” You were starting to think that Woonhak’s suggestion just might be your way out. It sounded like a fairytale, but it might just be possible.
“Of course. Let’s go.” He smiled widely, cheeks turning upwards, eyes scrunching and you got so much joy just from his smile. He was perfect.
//
You packed your things that night. Your father was drinking in his study and you were careful to avoid him. You told Miss Hwang where you were going and that you would be fine. She couldn’t stop you and you knew your father wouldn’t care. He wanted you gone, anyway. If he didn’t have to think about where you were staying, it would be all the better for him.
You took one last look at your room. It held so many memories, so many memories you wished to forget. You filled one bag with your clothes and the other with your essentials. You smiled meekly at the party dresses hanging in your big closet. You would never be wearing them again.
You fiddled with the hem of a pretty satin pink one with a big bow on the sash. It used to be your favourite when you were little. You wanted to wear it everyday, even when there wasn’t a party. You wished you could take it with you, but it wouldn’t fit in your bags. Instead, you thanked the dress and said goodbye to it. It had always made you feel the prettiest in the room, giving you a boost of confidence, making you smile. You would miss wearing it.
“Thank you for being my safe spot.” You whispered to your room. You were scared of the change, but the relief you felt walking out your front doors was something you wouldn’t give up for anything. 
You met Woonhak halfway on the beach. He grinned at you and took the bags to carry like the gentleman he was. Every little action he did to show that he cared for you made your heartbeat a little faster in your chest. You suddenly felt the urge to tell him and to thank him, but you would wait until you were sure you were safe in your new home first.
Woonhak’s parents greeted you warmly and you all sat down at dinner like a proper family. It wasn’t anything extravagant. Just a simple sitdown meal on the floor. Homemade stew and rice. You loved it. 
Mr. Kim was fun to talk to. He made jokes and made you laugh. You could tell he was beyond proud of his son for offering to help you out. But it made sense. A policeman would want his son to do the right thing.
Mrs. Kim was as motherly as anyone you had met. She urged you to eat as much as you wanted and constantly told you how pretty you looked. You thanked her over and over again for making you feel so welcome, but she always said it was the least that she could do for a friend that Woonhak seemed to adore so much. The comment made you blush.
Woonhak’s heart soared seeing you smile and laugh all throughout the evening. You looked so beautiful when you were happy. It was a sight that he wanted to see as often as he could.
“Woonhak, you should help Y/n get settled in her new room. We’ll finish cleaning up.” Mrs. Kim said with a smile, urging her son to lead you upstairs.
“Thank you for doing this, Mr. and Mrs. Kim.” You said sincerely, bowing 90Âș to show your thanks. They laughed and told you that you didn’t have to be so formal. They considered you to be family now.
Woonhak grabbed your bags and led you up to your room. It had a big window like your old room did, overlooking the ocean. You immediately walked over to it and marvelled at the view. It was a full moon that night, and it shone so brightly over the waves. 
“I know it's not very big, but I hope you feel comfortable.” Woonhak said, smiling as he showed you the cosy room. It had a bed in the corner and a small dresser to complete it. It was small, but it was more than enough for you. 
“I love it, Woonhak. Thank you.” You looked at him as if he had given you the world, and to you, he really had. He had saved you.
You walked down to the beach hand-in-hand, swinging your interlocked fingers back and forth gently and stealing glances at the pretty boy who you loved so much whenever you could. You had never been happier in your entire life.
“Woon
” You blushed, calling his attention to yourself.
“Hm?” He looked at you as if you had stars in your eyes, completely and utterly mesmerised with you.
You didn’t say anything, you didn’t have to. You leaned in slowly until your lips just barely brushed against his, waiting for him to kiss you back first. And he did almost immediately, pulling you closer into a delicate kiss. His lips felt so soft and comforting. It felt perfect to have your first kiss with Woonhak be here, on the beach, under the moonlight. 
You were both blushing crazily when you pulled away. Woonhak rested his forehead against yours, smiling at you lovingly. You smiled back.
“That was perfect
 You’re perfect, sweetheart.” He whispered.
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sabrgirl · 9 days
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do you have any tips to help against the tiredness and fatigue during the late afternoon stage of the day ukhti??
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things that help me:
nap after asr for a short while if you can
try and identify the exact time you feel like you're crashing/fatigued. keep a diary every day and note down the time you're starting to feel tired and Insha'Allah you'll find a pattern. for me, i've noticed it's after zuhr time around 2-3pm. in these hours, try and just limit the things you're doing and try and relax as much as you can. if you're at home, try and do less within that time. sometimes if i'm at uni, i try and take a break from my uni work and do something else in that time. you may not always be able to adjust but try your best not to do as much as you usually do
the food you eat is also really important. obviously it's ramadan right now, so this doesn't apply at the moment, but for general advice after ramadan: when you know that your body is about to be fatigued, it's important to eat food that gives you energy before that. you need to be eating leafy green vegetables, fruits, and things like fish (salmon, tuna etc - have a tuna sandwich for eg), chicken, whole grain foods (brown bread, brown rice) and snacks like nuts, and seeds. these foods give you energy
breakfast is also important and it's important to eat protein because it will fuel you in your day. protein is basically your best friend when it comes to fatigue. eggs and oats are really good
throughout ramadan, try and eat these protein foods at suhoor
take vitamin supplements. vitamin b12 and iron help with fatigue. search for 'vitamins for fatigue' and you can find some and take those in the day. but be careful bc certain vitamins aren't good for everyone if you have certain health conditions, if you're taking other medicines, pregnancy etc. so be sure to research before you buy anything and eat it
i find that doing exercise, especially yoga and pilates, helps me immensely with my fatigue. i type in 'yoga for energy' on youtube and there are such nice and helpful videos with exercises that really do work for me and get my energy up. movewithnicole is my favourite yoga youtuber for energy and her yoga also isn't associated with shirk like some other kinds of yoga that draw from hindu practises. try doing these in the afternoon if you can, when you're feeling fatigued and if you're not outside. it'll take a lot of motivation in the moment but just try and see if it helps. otherwise, do it in the morning
get rid of caffeine and sugar if you take that. it'll just give you a crash later on when the energising effects wear off and will leave you feeling worse. sugar can also include white bread and white rice so try and switch to wholemeal and see if that helps you as well. wholegrain food will make your blood sugar rise and fall slower so you won't feel as tired.
i pray these help, may Allah make it easy for you, Ameen ♡
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