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Ice Queen: Ice Princess
Kimi Räikkönen x daughter!Reader
(Future) Max Verstappen x Räikkönen!Reader
Summary: before taking F1 by storm as the Ice Queen, you rose up the ranks of single-seater racing (a prologue of sorts)
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How It All Began: Age 5
The air smells of rubber and petrol as you approach the karting track, your small hand wrapped securely in your father’s. His face is a mask of nonchalance but the slight tug of his lips gives away his excitement.
You look up at him, mirroring his stoic expression. “Papa, is this like your big car?”
Kimi glances down, raising an eyebrow. “Sort of but smaller. And no fancy buttons.”
You stare at the kart, then back at him, your tiny face serious. “Will it go brrr?”
He laughs, a sound seldom heard by the media but common enough for you. “Yes, it will go brrr.”
Placing you into the seat, he starts explaining the basics. “This is the steering wheel. It’s what you use to turn the kart.”
You grab it, imitating every race start you’ve seen. “Like this?” You make a vroom sound.
He chuckles. “Exactly. And remember, it’s not just about going fast. It’s about control.”
You squint at the track then back at him. “Will there be red flags?”
“No, no red flags today. Just us,” he says, fighting back a grin.
You nod sagely, taking in the information. “Okay, Papa. But what if someone wants to overtake?”
He leans in, whispering conspiratorially, “Then you do what I do.”
You pause in a replica of Kimi’s thoughtful pose. “Don’t let them?”
He winks, “Exactly.”
After strapping you in securely, he shows you how to start the kart and you begin to drive. The wind rustles your hair and excitement bubbles as you make your way around the track for the first time.
He shouts after you, “Hold the wheel tight!”
“I know what I’m doing!” You yell back.
As you circle back to him, he crouches down, ready to help you stop the kart. “So, how was it?”
You smirk, “Okay, I guess.”
He pulls you into a hug. “You really are just like me, aren’t you?”
You beam up at him, pride evident in your young eyes. “Yep, Papa. We’re a team.”
He ruffles your hair, a soft smile on his lips. “The best team.”
Signing with Prema Racing: Age 16
“Sixteen and in Formula 3, huh?” Kimi muses, sipping his coffee as he leans against the kitchen counter. “When I was sixteen, I think I was—”
“Chasing snowmobiles in Finland?” You interrupt, smirking as you take a bite of your toast.
Your father rolls his eyes playfully. “Very funny. So, Prema?”
You nod, trying to play it cool but your excitement still shines through. “Yeah, they want me for next season.”
He raises an eyebrow, “Moving up from F4 to F3 is a big transition. It’s faster, more competitive.”
You lean against the counter opposite him, mimicking his casual stance. “I know, Papa. More buttons.”
Your father chuckles, “A lot more buttons. And more media.”
You groan, “Oh, not the media. Can’t I just drive?”
“Trust me, I’ve tried that approach,” Kimi smirks. “But they’re like mosquitoes. Persistent and out for blood.”
You consider this for a moment. “Maybe I can give one-word answers like you do?”
He grins, “It’s an art form. But sure, give it a try.”
A notification pings on your phone. It’s an email from Prema, detailing your training sessions and media days. “Speaking of which,” you show the screen to Kimi, “Media training next week.”
Kimi makes a face, “A room full of people teaching you how to not be yourself.”
You laugh, “Should I tell them I already have all the training I need from the master himself?”
He winks, “They won’t know what hit them.”
You put your dishes in the sink, your thoughts racing ahead to the upcoming season. “You think I’ll do well, Papa?”
Your father walks over, placing a hand on your shoulder. His face is serious but his eyes are warm. “I know you will. Remember to enjoy the journey, not just the destination.”
You smile, pulling him into a hug, “Thanks, Papa. I promise to make you proud.”
He hugs you back, his voice a soft murmur in your ear, “You already have.”
Formula 3: Age 16
The roar of engines, the buzzing of the crowd, the palpable tension in the air — this is it. Your first Formula 3 race.
“So,” your father begins, leaning against your garage, “Nervous?”
You shoot him a look, trying to channel his signature coolness. “Do I look nervous?”
He tilts his head, a playful smirk growing. “You’re fidgeting with your gloves. You never do that.”
You glance down at your hands and laugh, “Okay, maybe a little. But can you blame me?”
Kimi shrugs, “It’s your first F3 race. If you weren’t at least a bit nervous, I would think you’re a robot.”
A rival driver, Dan, walks by, giving you a condescending wink. “Ready to eat my dust?”
You roll your eyes, matching his bravado with ease. “Only dust I’ll be seeing is from the podium.”
Your father snorts, “Well played.”
After a few minutes, it’s time to suit up. As you’re putting on your helmet, Kimi leans in close, his voice firm yet comforting. “Remember, it’s not just about speed. Strategy matters. Don’t be rash. You know what to do and how to race smart.”
You smirk, “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
He grins, patting your helmet, “Just checking.”
As you settle into your car, the weight of the moment hits you. All the years, the training, the early mornings, and late nights — it lead to this.
The race is a blur of adrenaline. Overtakes, near misses, and strategy calls. Every now and then, you hear your father’s voice in your earpiece, offering advice or just the occasional sarcastic remark. You’re not sure how legal that is but Kimi has never been one to care much for authority.
You pass the checkered flag, a respectable fourth place finish in your first race.
Pulling back in, you climb out of your car both exhausted and exhilarated in equal measure. Your father approaches, a proud smile on his face. “Fourth place! That’s solid.”
You lean against your car, catching your breath. “Could’ve been better.”
Kimi raises an eyebrow, “Could’ve been worse.”
You laugh, “Always the optimist?”
He smirks, “Always realistic.”
A reporter approaches, mic in hand. “Quick word about your first race in F3?”
You channel your inner Kimi, giving the shortest answer possible. “It was fine.”
The reporter blinks, taken aback by your brevity. “Oh, um, any challenges?”
You shrug, “It’s racing. There are always challenges.”
Your father, watching from the side, can’t contain his laughter. As the reporter leaves, slightly flustered, he walks over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You really are my daughter.”
You grin, “Was there ever any doubt?”
Moving Up to Formula 2: Age 18
“Papa,” you begin as you both lounge in the living room, “I have news.”
Your father looks up from his magazine, one eyebrow raised in expectation. “You finally cleaned your room?”
You roll your eyes. “No. And thanks for the vote of confidence. I got the call. I’m moving up to Formula 2!”
He sets the magazine down, his eyes scanning your face. “That’s big. Ready for it?”
You shrug nonchalantly, a gesture you picked up from him. “It’s just another race car, right?”
Kimi chuckles, “In a faster race car. With even more buttons.”
You groan dramatically, “Great. Just what I needed. More buttons.”
He smirks, “You’ll manage. You always do.”
Training days for F2 are intense. New circuits, new challenges, and, of course, more media attention. As you take a break between testing sessions, your father walks over with a bottle of water.
“Thanks,” you take a long sip of it.
He leans against a nearby wall, watching the other drivers on the track. “How does the car feel?”
You pause to think about it. “A bit more aggressive than the F3. But I’ll adapt.”
Kimi nods, “I know you will.”
A few days later, it is time for your first F2 race. The pit lane is a frenzy of activity with teams making last-minute checks and media personnel swarming about. As you are getting ready to climb into your car, a reporter thrusts a microphone in your face.
“Your first race in F2! Nervous about the competition?”
You don’t miss a beat, “No. They should be nervous about me.”
Your father tries to suppress a laugh but fails miserably. The reporter seems slightly taken aback, “Any personal strategies for today’s race?”
You look straight into the camera, “Drive fast. Don’t crash.”
The reporter, slightly flustered, thanks you and moves on. Kimi has never looked prouder.
The race is a whirlwind of excitement. The faster cars, the tighter competition, it’s all exhilarating. You don’t finish first but you hold your own, making some impressive overtakes and defending your position fiercely.
Your father glares at a cameraman until he turns the lens away from the two of you and then pulls you into a tight hug. “Not bad, rookie.”
You smirk, “Rookie? I’ve been racing since I was five, remember?”
He chuckles, ruffling your sweaty hair, “Yeah but this is F2. Welcome to the big leagues.”
You melt further into him, soaking the moment up. “Thanks, Papa. Here’s to many more races.”
He nods, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “And many more one-liners.”
Formula 2 Champion: Age 19
“So,” your father starts, watching as you prepare for the final race of the F2 season, “are you ready to make history today?”
You smirk, pulling on your gloves. “History is just another record waiting to be broken.”
Kimi chuckles, “You really have a line for everything.”
You shoot him a mock glare, "Look who’s talking.”
The race is a high-stakes event. You lead the championship but need a win today to cement your position and make you the first woman to claim the F2 title.
The cars roar to life and you can almost taste the tension in the pit lane. Your father leans in, his voice steady despite the chaos all around you. “Drive like you always do. Focused and fearless.”
You nod in determination. “Got it, Papa.”
The race is an intense battle of strategy, speed, and skill. Every overtake, every defensive maneuver, every millisecond counts. When you see the checkered flag waving and cross the finish line in first place, the weight of your achievement truly begins to sink in.
Emerging from your car, you swiftly climb onto the nose and raise your arms triumphantly, soaking in the jubilation around you. The barriers surrounding parc fermé are immediately swarmed by your team and reporters, but through the crowd, you spot your father. The pride in his eyes is unmistakable and he even smiles publicly despite all the cameras undoubtably capturing the moment. He pushes through, pulling you into a tight hug as the team erupts in cheers around you.
“You did it,” his voice is uncharacteristically choked with emotion.
You grin, pulling back to look at him. “We did it.”
The post-race interview is a blur of questions about your historic win but one question stands out. “How does it feel to be the first woman to win the F2 championship?”
With a sly glance towards your father, you reply, “I didn’t set out to be the first woman to win it. I set out to win it.”
Your father lets out a loud laugh, drawing the attention of the reporters much to his chagrin. They turn their mics to him, “Kimi, thoughts on your daughter's achievement?”
He looks at you, his signature deadpan expression in place, “She’s okay, I guess.”
You roll your eyes, nudging him playfully, but the hint of a smile remaining on his face despite the media surrounding both of you reveals his pride.
The celebration that night is a mix of laughter, vodka, and memories. As you both sit, watching the team revel in the moment, Kimi turns to you. “I always knew you had it in you. But seeing it ... seeing you out there today … I’m beyond proud.”
You smile, resting your head on his shoulder as the liquor begins to take its toll. “Couldn’t have done it without you, Papa.”
When You Really Made It: Age 19
“You’re looking at that paper like it’s written in another language,” your father comments while sipping his morning coffee.
You glance up, the dual contracts from Red Bull Racing and Scuderia AlphaTauri spread out on the desk in front of you. “Sure feels like it. Formula 1! Can you believe it?”
He smirks, “Considering you’re my daughter and I taught you everything you know? Absolutely.”
You roll your eyes but can’t suppress a smile. “How modest of you, Papa.”
A knock on the door interrupts the moment. It’s Christian Horner and Franz Tost. "Ready to discuss the details?"
You look to Kimi, who gives a nod. “Let’s do it.”
As the team principals explains the nuances, clauses, and expectations, you occasionally exchange amused glances with your father, particularly when terms get overly convoluted.
After they leave, you sink into a chair, decidedly overwhelmed. “This is big.”
Kimi sits across from you. “It’s a step up. But it’s where you belong.”
You look at the contract again and then at your father. “Think I can handle the pressure?”
He raises an eyebrow, “Are you asking me or telling me?”
You smirk, “Maybe a bit of both.”
“That’s the spirit.”
The next few days are a whirlwind of race suit fittings, team briefings, and media obligations. The latter being your least favorite part.
During one press conference, a reporter asks, “How does it feel to be following in your father’s footsteps?”
You press your lips together, “I’m not. I’m making my own.”
Another inquires, “Any fears about competing at this level?”
You shoot him a deadpan look, “Fear is for the drivers who see me coming in their mirrors.”
Kimi, watching from a shadowed corner, struggles to keep a straight face and walks up to you with the tiniest of smiles that anyone else would miss after the presser, “You really have a knack for this.”
You smile back, “I learned from the best.”
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ellie headcanons pt 4.!
warnings: literally nothing
content: loser!ellie x reader
authors note: brewing a full length fic in my mind rn… this might be the last hc post 😓!!!
pt.3. taglist!
- loves matching with you. keychains, shoes, outfits, literally anything. if you have dyed hair, she’d dye a piece of hers to match you.
- makes up elaborate plots to kiss you bc she’s too cool and nonchalant to ask for a kiss 😕😕
“ugh, my lips are just sooooo dry…”
“didnt you literally just put chapstick on 5 minutes ago?”
“yknow chapstick these days…so…low quality.”
“is this your weird way of asking me to kiss you?”
“noooo what!!! thats craaaaazy i have nooo idea what you’re talking about!!!”
smooch
“you’re so stupid.”
“i feel sooooo moisturized right now”
- always fidgeting with something. probably has a rubix cube keychain 😕🔥🔥
- speaking of, she has an excessive amount of keychains. like so many.
- covers her eyes and peaks through her fingers every time you change infront of her
- definitely audibly said “woah” when she saw ur boobs for the first time
- has so many dumb socks. dinosaurs, minecraft, pickles, literally anything she likes she has a pair of socks for
- scarily good at roblox obbies. you literally can’t play with her because she’ll be done in like 5 minutes 😞
- loves those papas cooking games. her faves are the taco mia one and the sushi-ria
- arizona green tea 🗣️🗣️
- will put on awful accents for hours on end just for fun 😞 esp the italian accent. it’s ridiculous 💔💔 or that frat dude accent
“suhhh dude”
- definitely built her own pc. put a picture of you in it too ☹️☹️
- calls you “dude” or “bro” on accident sometimes
- absolutely constantly argues w ppl on the internet. if she gets bored she just tells them to kts and blocks them 😕
- MAKES THE BEST PASTA EVER!!! it’s literally her favorite food and she’s constantly cooking it. even makes her own sauce 🔥🔥
- tries to do tricks while she’s smoking and just ends up a coughing mess
- her default pose in every picture is just her doing a thumbs up and looking at the camera like this 😐 but whenever she takes a picture with you she is absolutely CHEESING
- randomly takes 0.5 pictures of you constantly. has a whole album in her phone of all the pictures
- barely ever uses instagram, and all her posts are just pictures of you.
- “i could take a bear in a fight.”
- loves balancing things on your head when you fall asleep around her. one time you woke up to like 20 cheerios falling on your lap
- whenever she’s home alone she puts on insanely random outfits and then forgets she’s wearing them. one time you came home to her sleeping on the couch in a full suit
- lets you stand on the cart in the grocery store so she can stand behind you and push it around
- has had the same backpack since the 5th grade. she’s had to sow it back together 20 times and she refuses to throw it away because its “special”
- stalks all your reposts on tiktok when she’s bored
“was this about me???”
- absolutely disgusted by like…any type of canned food. she will not go near it. ESPECIALLY SARDINES
- makes a million typos every time she texts you. her messages are like ancient scrolls you have to decipher to read
“sre tou comungw over todqy ??”
- every time she wears a hat she wears it backwards
- hates sharing her food, but will constantly eat yours
“just a little bite!!!” and she eats like half of it 😒
- has the julien baker rainbow guitar strap
- literally loves apples. so much. apple juice, apple pie, apple cider, literally ANYTHING that has apples in it/ is apple flavored she will DEVOUR IT
- whenever she cooks for herself, she just eats it straight out of the pot/pan.
“whats the point?? ‘s just more dishes to wash 😒”
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Riize romantic headcanons
A/N: firsttt postttt just some simple headcanons I have for Riize as boyfriends 🫶🏾 hope you enjoy
Warnings: none frm what I know
More under the cut
Shotaro:
So in love with you whaaattt 🙁
Teaches you some easy japanese phrases so you guys can have your own small convos and inside jokes with each other without others budding in LMAO
Hug machine, even if he isn’t just hugging you he has an arm around you in some type of way whether it’s around your shoulders, you two link arms, an arm around your hip, anything !!
For a date he’ll probably take you to the fair, he’d pay for all the food you two eat and has you get on so many rides the main one being the farris wheel, you will take pics in it !
He likes when you wear his clothes especially his big graphic tee shirts, he’d probs buy couple shirts for you two (the cute ones not the corny ones 😭)
Randomly teaches you dances and once you have it right he’ll kiss your forehead and tell you how good you did
Always checks in on you, sometimes he’ll shoot you a quick texts asking about how your day was and if you have anything you need to rant about
Uses cute emoticons rather than emojis when making your contact name
Eunseok:
He really loves you but gets worried that he doesn’t show it well :/ even tho he is literally the biggest sweetheart
Buys you snacks throughout the day and randomly hands them to you but will play it off by saying something like “ I got these because you’re greedy 🫵”
Places your hand in his jacket pocket, keeps a hand in the back pocket of your jeans, holds and kisses your hand while sitting together, silently plays with your hair in any way he can
Even though he’s nonchalant he does worry about you like if you’re taking longer than usual to get home or he can’t figure out where you are he’ll try to be calm but soon sends a row of messages
Has random moments of cuteness aggression, you two will be sitting together and he’ll look at you and just squish you by pinching/smushing your cheeks, randomly pulling you extremely close going “AAAAAH SO CUTE”
Basketball date 😗 will go tough on you until you make THAT ONE FACE, and then he automatically goes easy on you..hell he’ll even lift you to the hoop
Sungchan:
Your favorite giant
When in public he’s practically all over you so nobody even ASSUMESS you’re single, will literally hold you from behind kissing the top of your head + cheek
So clumsy. You’ll get random text from him like “How much is a doorknob.” And you’ll ask him why and then he sends a pic of the door without its knob
Lovesss kissing your face he CANTTT STOPPPP
Play wrestling is KEY ! you’ll be teasing him and he’ll pick you up and toss you into his bed or couch and start play fighting
Goes “😧😦” if you start fighting back 😭😭.
Goes out of his way to feed you, like randomly he’ll be like “you hungry ?” and even if you say no he’ll buy you a little sum sum to munch on for now or later
Yes, he’ll have you go to the gym with him to spend time together 😭
He’ll teach you the proper form for some of the machines and do goofy muscle flex poses in the gym mirror to make you laugh
Wonbin
In the beginning he’ll try to come off as some playboy and would be quietly flirty
Does things to come off as smooth..slides in compliments, somehow finds a way to wrap his arm around you, randomly asks you on dates
Even though he seems all cool and smooth in reality he’s blushing as soon as you look/walk away
Most definitely does things in order to impress you..plays your favorite songs on his guitar, tries his best to win if he’s playing with the members and knows you’re watching
takes you out clothes shopping and has you try on wtv he thinks you’d look good in, he’d think you were so cute and would try sooo hard not to geek out watching you dress up 😓
Gets you a matching pair of earrings with him :(( it’ll either have a matching gemstone or a matching engraved symbol
Its been confirmed that he can be clingy so he’ll do whatever to be around you, if you’re laying down on your phone he’ll come lay/sit by you and it turns into cuddling, he’ll follow you around without noticing etc etc basically like a cat lowkey
You two will be quietly cuddling soo close and then he just randomly says “I wish I could live in your skin.” And you’d go “What.” Just for him not to repeat it EVERRR
Seunghan:
this man is literally…delusional over you 😭
considering he’s a libra (imma whore for astrology) before you two would even be together he’d have a “SHE WILLL BE MINEE” mentality once his crush begins
for a first date once you two are together I feel like it’d be sweet and simple, you over at his playing games and watching movies eating some takeout with r&b playing in the back getting to know each other even moree 🫶
has you sit on his lap while he plays fifa just so you don’t feel lonely waiting for him to hop off the game,, he’ll even teach you how to play it + other games he has..PLUS he’ll shower you with kisses when either of you win
you know how seunghan will call sohee cute for doing literally anything…yea he does the same exact thing with you 😭😭
you wake up from a nap ? “cuteee”, you’re in the middle of eating “cuteee” even if you’re scolding or bickering with him about something he’d stop and go “cuteee”
possessive, just like Sungchan he’d refuse to let anyone even assumeee you’re single he’d give as much pda as you’re comfortable with just to let these mfs KNOWW
if a girl tries to flirt with him he’d shut it down so fast he’d mention you every 5 seconds just to irritate her and get her away
Sohee:
A bestfriend and boyfriend in ONEEEE
the members in the group call you two the twins because y’all are attached at the HIPPP
ofc he sings for you like cmon now . he’d sing you lullabies to help you sleep if you’re having a hard time, he’d sing to you while cleaning up together, sometimes he just feels like singing for you just because
likes watching you do your hair + makeup. he’d even ask you what each product does to your face or what you’re putting in your hair, he’ll even asks if you’ll let him do it for you one day ☹️
lovessss sharing with you. It can be anything..clothes, food, body wash, his computer whtvvv as long as you mention enjoying it he’ll share it with you
uses your shampoo or lightly sprays your perfume so he’ll have your scent around and wants you to do vice versa with his shampoo + cologne
he’ll randomly make you instant foods and will just pop up with the food with the biggest smile on his face even if you weren’t super hungry you couldn’t refuse a few bites
this is so specific . but imagine sharing icecream or a milkshake with him..like it would probably be so cute omfg 😭
Anton:
takes a random photos of himself + the members just for your reaction
makes you a playlist almost biweekly..has the title “for my other half” and the picture for it is either a solo candid pic of you he took one day or a photo of you two together
this is such a random headcanon but imagine one day you’re super burnt out tired or sick he’d help you brush your teeth and do your skincare in the morning
takes .5 pics of you and sulks/pouts if you asks him to delete them (he won’t)
literally uses pinterest to come up with date ideas
he’d come up with a day long date itinerary for what you and him would do like everything is planned out and he even has a few back up plans if things go left
he will carelessly blow your phone up sending hilarious ass tiktoks or simply updates you about his day and asks you about yours
let him take you swimming !!! he’d be a little shy with you seeing him shirtless one on one but he’d overcome it, he’d teach you how to dive and will even race you 😭
he’d feel awkward about public affection but would force himself to have courage and will suddenly kiss you + wrap his arms around you
likes nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck whenever you two are cuddling
if y’all aren’t holding hands you two are mosttt definitelyyy holding pinkies
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Good day to you!
Your writing is so pleasant and calming, I wanted to see you write something short and sweet which just recently popped into my head.
Idia and whoever else you think would be fun, kissing reader who wore a sweet and sticky lip balm for the first time. What would be their reaction?
Strawberry Chapstick
Feat. Idia, Cater, and Neige, Sebek
good day to you too! thank you so much!! this was a fun post to create!
CW: fluff, embarrassment, sweetness, fem! terms
Idia
He’s actually turning pink rn
My boy finally built up the courage, the confidence, to give you a smooch, and you decide to wear the sweetest strawberry flavored chapstick???
Are you trying to KO him? Not cool, s/o, NOT COOL!
Idia lets out the cutest little abrupt gasp, before gently pushing you away and hiding his face in his hoodie
“Don’t come closer! Your normie tricks will never work on me!”
He’ll eventually crawl his miserable, wet cat looking self closer to you again, trying his best to be nonchalant as he attempts to kiss you again
Plz don’t mind him, he’s never felt the loving touch of a 3d woman before
Cater
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HES SUPER SURPRISED
Cater chuckles a little before asking if your lip balm was a special gift just for him
(he's a tease!)
Maybe buys you one of those spicy plumping lip glosses, just bc he prefers spice over sweetness
Cay-Cay thrives off your affection, and he adores being the center of your attention
also he def makes you take one of those cheesy selfies where you're kissing his cheek and he's posing all cute like y'all are on myspace or something
he's so cliche ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭
"Just kiss my cheek and pose for the camera!"
Neige
He's just so happy to be alive around you
when you kiss him with sweet strawberry flavored lip balm, he just sighs and blushes a little
to think, he's finally found his very own princess, who'll make him feel loved and give all his love to
he'll kiss you back too, his lip balm is apple flavored and leaves a little red tint on your lips
if you're lip balm is tinted, Neige will walk around with the stain on his face with pride
"Perhaps I can share another sweet little kiss with you, hm?"
I like to think he's a little bit old fashioned when it come to romance, so the next time you two go on a date, he'll get you a pack of your favorite flavored lip balms and a bouquet of your favorite flowers
Neige is so whimsically in love with you, and the domestic little moments you share
Sebek
The cryptid level shriek this man releases is lowkey astounding
Sebek finally mustered up the will to kiss you and you decided to wear a sweet lip balm?!
His entire face was red and he was slightly shaking
so you poke his cheek and he just releases a flurry of words all at once
"HUMAN! YOU THINK YOU CAN LURE ME IN WITH YOUR SWEET AFFECTIONS??? NEVER! AS A PROUD RETAINER OF-"
he'll wind down eventually, maybe even muster up the courage to ask you for another kiss, very quietly for a boisterous person like him
take care of him he's new to this ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა
Thank you so much for reading, I'm getting back to fanfic as I'm feeling more positive and joyful!
#reader insert#fanfic#fanfiction#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#headcanons#idia shroud#idia shroud x reader#cater diamond#cater diamond x reader#neige leblanche#neige leblanche x reader#sebek zigvolt#sebek zigvolt x reader
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Vin Jin x Reader: Teeth (feat Mary)
Spoiler - Post 1A. G/N. Vin gets new teeth. Vin and Mary up to their usual BS.
"You're still as ugly as ever,"
"Who asked you, hag?"
Angling his head, Vin effortlessly dodges a textbook flung his way. Mary mutters sourly under her breath.
Vin sucks at his new front teeth. Alternates between that and smacking his tongue against them while staring into his phone camera. Has done so for the umpteenth time in the last ten minutes.
"Cut that out!" Mary snaps.
She has tried to be understanding, tried to be a good friend. Even having his teeth knocked out, bodied and bloodied by-
(Mary blocks out his name, his face, his existence. Pushes it to the back of her mind. If she thinks about it, dwells on it, she fears she will lose what is left of her humanity.)
His ego, at least about his appearance, has suffered no damage.
Vin Jin is still unbearable.
He poses, sucking in his cheeks, giving what he must think is a charming toothy smile. Watching him check himself out like a preening baboon makes Mary want to pluck her own eyes out.
"Y/N can't possibly love you for your looks," Mary scoffs, then pauses. Reconsidering, "But you're an asshole too. Why are they with you again?"
"Big dick-"
This time, the textbook connects. Hits him square in the side of the head. With a resounding smack! and such force that Vin topples out of his chair and into a heap onto the floor.
"You bitch!"
Bzzzzt!
Ignoring the stream of filth leaving his mouth, Mary checks out her latest notification. You messaged to say you're close by, and you're excited to see your boyfriend again if the amount of emojis and exclamation marks are anything to go by.
"Y/N is here soon," she cuts him off and Vin shuts up immediately.
"Cool," he says, aiming for nonchalance, dusting himself off and looking into the camera once more.
For the first time, Mary notices a tightness in his eyes. Self consciousness at his swollen mouth and shiny new teeth. You haven't seen him since he has been back and had dental surgery. Vin's mouth is still swollen, remnants of bruising remain.
He hasn't been this insecure since before he first revealed his eyes to you.
Mary sighs, tosses him a bone. "You look fine, idiot. They'll just be happy to see you."
"I look great and of course they'll be happy to see me. Who isn't?" Vin's arrogance surfaces and she wishes she never said anything to soothe his overinflated ego-
But then he softens, like he always does when you're involved, and Mary's irritation washes away with it.
"I'm happy to see them too."
#its been months. i just wanted to write about this blorbo#he deserves justice#lookism#lookism x reader#jin hobin#mary kim#lookism fanfic#jin hobin x reader#vin jin#vin jin x reader#wannaeatramyeon
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on camera, off camera
warnings: hurt/comfort, angst?
The company push Yeonjun into a PR relationship, romantically linking him to an actress. They are required to be seen and "caught" in public, holding hands, making heart eyes at each other... but Yeonjun has you, so he never does anything too intimate, quietly feeling guilty when he wraps his arm around her waist as they walk together.
He's scheduled to attend a movie premiere—her premiere, of course—and as he poses for the cameras, they request his "girlfriend" join him. They play it up, smiling giddily and whispering together, the photographers clamouring increasingly louder over them. It dawns on Yeonjun, what they're demanding, but he can't—won't—so he smiles and waves them off with a shy facade. But the wall of sound grows louder, angry hands waving over the tops of camera lenses, the white of the flashes blinding, and she's looking up at him expectantly too, and he feels so much pressure that the back of his neck has grown moist with sweat.
Before he knows it, he's swooped down, feeling her sticky painted lips against his, and all he feels inside is cold. He doesn't even have the mind to close his eyes, blankly staring at her perfectly made up eyelids, and he feels her hand on his cheek, a detail too similar and familiar to kisses with you. He pulls away, somehow making it seem natural and not panicked, and the crowd cheer him and laugh at the mark of lipstick left as evidence on his mouth. He should've gone into acting, the way he plays his calm and cool, nonchalant self, no hint of his real emotions in the laugh he produces as he wipes at his lips and thanks the people behind the cameras.
Sitting through the movie is hell. He just wants to get home. He knows you'd have been watching, and even if you weren't, the photos and video would have been all over the internet before the film had even started. He hardly takes any of it in, and he knows he won't be able to answer any questions about it or give his impressions in interviews, so when it ends Yeonjun tells his chaperone he's not feeling well, and they let him slip out the side door to the car waiting for him. It's not that far from the truth—he does feel sick.
Yeonjun finds you in your shared bed, wrapped up tight and bawling. He can tell you've been crying for a long time just from the look of your eyes. 'M sorry, he hushes, so so sorry. He kisses the top of your head, your forehead, your wet cheeks, trying so desperately to kiss away the tears and the pain he's caused. He'd do anything. Thinking about he’d feel in your place, he almost can’t catch a breath. How could he have done this? His heart and throat sting seeing you this upset and knowing he’s the reason, knowing he can’t take it back. Promise, promise it won't happen again, I'm sorry.
written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form
#txt imagines#txt scenarios#yeonjun imagines#txt soft hours#yeonjun x reader#boyfriend!txt#boyfriend yeonjun#gender neutral reader
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welcome back to another instalment of…
ranking crüe fits!!
here’s a special episode called “ranking the boys on how high/drunk i think they are!!”
our photo today:
the infamous bath photoshoot!
i’m going to start left to right so first up: tommy
ok first of all my mans looks a bit comatose
like hello tommy…you there bud?
he the type to sit real still when high in order for him to look normal but he just brings more attention to himself
tryin to act all nonchalant like “what’s up dudes, nah i’m cool totally fine
final ranking: 8.9/10 i’m very suspicious of you sir
next up: vince!
his face…vince whatcha doing there pal?
quite literally levitating out the bathtub here…totally normal behaviour
would talk a mile a minute and then try to convince you that’s how he’s like all the time
you can see those pinpoint pupils a mile away
i commend him for covering his dick though like thanks vince i didn’t need to see that and somehow you got the memo
final ranking: 7.5/10 if he kept the glasses on it would have been harder to guess
up next: mick!
he gone deadass
mf you are asleep wake tf up you are in the middle of a photoshoot my guy
like he’s actually asleep i refuse to believe he’s awake rn (at least in this photo)
mf is so faded if you nudge him he’d fall right into the water and drown
the guys take turns waking him up to do different poses but he gets upset if you wake him up so it’s just a game of “will he bite me if i wake him up” between the rest of the guys
will say “nah i’m good i was awake the whole time!” everytime someone calls him out on it
final ranking: 10/10 my guy go sleep this off pls
and finally: nikki!
should we even ask?
was he ever sober during this time? probably not
that answers the question then
although nikki did seem like the type to lie and most of not everyone would believe him because he’s so coherent and on top of his game that they think he’s actually sober
at least during this era ofc
is the one that has to wake up mick and gets bit though
has the most fun even if the others are suffering
final ranking: 11/10 he will do it again and again and again
join us next time when we actually review crüe fits, until then: see ya!!
#mötley crüe#nikki sixx#mick mars#vince neil#tommy lee#shitposting the crüe#i am right though#at least a bit
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How the JJK mean react to you drawing on a beard
fem! reader
category:fluff ♥️💋
Idk why but I thought this was hilarious and wanted to share it with the internet 🛜
Gojo
As you sat in front of the mirror, armed with a marker and a mischievous grin, you couldn’t help a giggle at your own weird humor. Your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, was on his way back home, and you had a little surprise in store for him. With swift strokes, you drew a comically, elaborate beard, with twirl mustache, and admired your handiwork.
Moments later, the door swung open, and in walked your boyfriend, completely oblivious to the transformation you had just undergone. You suppressed your laughter and did your best act nonchalant, innocently rearranging some papers on the table. As he entered the room, his eyes narrowed, a hint of confusion and his gaze.
“What’s up babe?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at your suspicious behavior. Trying to play it cool, you turn to him with an innocent smile.
”Oh hey! You’re back already? How was your day?” You asked, trying to maintain a poker face while a fake beard was mercilessly plastered against your face.
His eyes widened as he took in the site, clearly struggling to contain his laughter. He cleared his throat and composed himself before replying, his voice teasingly serious.
”Um, it was alright, but I don’t remember you having some facial hair before I left. Did you discover a hidden talent while I was out?”
You struggle contain your laughter as well, playing along with this quip. “Oh this?” You stroke your beard a little. “Well I uh…it’s in the genes. What you don’t like it?” You tease.
He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Well I must say that’s some impressive “genes” you’ve got there.”
Both if you burst into laughter before you had scurried off to scrub the beard raw. After all you did have work in the morning.
Nanamin
You have been dating for a few months now and he has always been very serious and focused on his duties as a sorcerer. You hope this little joke will help him lighten up and show a more playful side.
When Nanami finally arrives, he is dressed in his traditional jujutsu sorcerer attire, his expression stoic and determined. He barely acknowledges you as he greets you and goes to take off his shoes.
You stand in front of him, proudly displaying your drawn-on beard, waiting for his reaction. However, Nanami's expression remains unchanged as he looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
'What is that?' he asks.
You dramatically stroke your drawn-on beard and pose confidently.
'It's my new beard! Do you like it?' you ask, trying to hold back a smile.
Nanami's expression softens slightly as he tries to hold back a small smile of his own.
'It's...interesting,' he responds, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.
'Don't you think it suits me?' you tease.
Nanami looks at you, a softness in his eyes as he leans down to kiss you.
'You always look beautiful to me, with or without a beard,' he says, making your heart skip a beat.
You chuckle and playfully swat his arm.
'Cheesy, but I'll take it,' you say, grinning.
Nanami smiles and pulls you closer, his serious facade melting away as he enjoys this playful moment with you.
'I suppose I can lighten up a little,' he admits, causing you to laugh and pull him into a hug.
You spend the evening together, enjoying each other's company and your little joke. And even though Nanami may still be serious and focused on his duties as a sorcerer, you know that he also has a playful side that you will always cherish.
Choso
As you finish drawing on the fake beard, you can't help but stifle a giggle. Your boyfriend, Choso, is always poking fun at your little quirks, and today, you're going to give him a taste of his own medicine.
With the beard securely in place, you walk out to the living room to greet Choso. He's sitting on the couch, flipping through a book with his usual bored expression. You hold back a laugh as you try to maintain a serious face.
'Hey, babe. What's up?' you say in your best serious voice.
Choso looks up at you, taking in your 'bearded' face. He raises an eyebrow and gives you a suspicious look.
'What's going on with your face?' he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You immediately drop the act, bursting into a fit of laughter.
'I couldn't resist!' you say, finally removing the fake beard.
Choso shakes his head, a small grin playing on his lips.
'You are something else,' he says, a hint of affection in his tone.
You both collapse onto the couch, laughing and joking around like the silly couple you are.
As the laughter dies down, Choso pulls you in for a kiss.
'I love that you keep me on my toes,' he says, his eyes full of love.
You can't help but smile, grateful to have such a wonderful and boyfriend like Choso by your side.
#fem reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#choso kamo#choso x reader#jjk choso#nanami kento#jjk nanami#nanami x reader#gojou satoru x reader#jujutsu gojo#jjk gojo#gojo satoru#kamo choso
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farleigh analysis part 2, because the first post wasn't enough. this is going to cover all scenes set at oxford university that i find significant to my understanding of the character (this ended up including pretty much every scene with farleigh in it). once again... buckle up.
[0:03:48] farleigh: oh, he's got the scarf. hey, cool jacket! and the tie?
starting off with a banger! this is farleigh's first line, his introduction as a character. this is how the viewers are intended to see farleigh, at least for this portion of the movie. this is what i'd consider an outer-circle perspective of farleigh, how the majority of his classmates understand him as a person. catty and casually rude. it's significant how surface-level and mild this introductory piece of dialogue is. farleigh is pointing out how hard oliver is trying to appear mature and scholarly, because farleigh is too nonchalant to try hard to fit in (haha).
[0:07:10] farleigh: i'm so sorry. got completely lost- hi, nice to meet you. so sorry. tutor: you're farleigh start, i take it. nice of you to join us, finally. you're not a, uh relation of frederica start, by any chance? farleigh: uh, shes my mother. tutor: no! i knew her when i was your age, when we were both here! when she was frederica catton, before she went to america. farleigh: no way! oh my god, i'll tell her! she's gunna be thrilled that i'm being tutored by one of her friends.
and again, an outer-circle perspective. here you can see the supposed influence of farleigh's family title. "when she was frederica catton," signifying the beginning of the end of frederica's social rappour. farleigh is a product of his mother's abandonment of everything the catton's stand for; wealth, coldness, heartlessness. however, from this perspective, the one we've been introduced with, farleigh is still hiding in the ghost of his mother, before she moved, before she had him.
[0:07:48] tutor: not sure we ever spoke. farleigh: ...oh.
HEHEHEHEHE. i giggled.
[0:08:48] oliver: so you're picking apart the style of my essay instead of the substance? that's kind of... farleigh: kind of what? oliver: lazy? farleigh: it's completely valid to debate the rhetoric of an essay. it's not what you argue, but how. tutor: great point. oliver: yeah, especially if you haven't read any of the poems.
i think this dialogue is incredibly fitting for farleigh's character. as in, it represents how farleigh interacts with people at oxford, with the cattons. picking apart the style rather than the substance, because it's not what you argue, but how. using that comparison, oliver pointing out that farleigh clearly didn't read the material is synonymous with farleigh being clueless to how and why the cattons truly tick. this makes farleigh's socializing hollow by nature. whereas oliver... he does his research. he learns how the cattons function, what motivates them, what their dynamics are. he doesn't play into style or rhetoric; he doesn't need to.
[0:13:11] felix: oh, there he is! oliver! ollie! oliver, come here, mate! yeah, come here. come here. what? come here!
farleigh's face visibly drops, and he sits up straight where he's sitting beside felix. he's not disgusted, nor offended. he looks anxious. a few seconds later, as felix says "this is my fucking hero, right here," farleigh is giving oliver the gnarliest look. he's fidgeting with his hands, and you can see him swallow. i think he looks a healthy blend of angry and exasperated. as it's made known later in the movie, felix has a notorious savior complex. farleigh knows exactly what's happening.
[0:14:00] (shots) you can see that, between the last timestamp and this one, farleigh has been displaced to the other side of the table. previously, every single sighting of felix has farleigh glued to his side. standing right next to him. farleigh on the opposite side of the table as felix is very indicative of the very real threat that oliver poses to farleigh's stability.
[0:14:10] farleigh: it's your round, man! oliver: i should go to bed. farleigh: wait, no no no. you can't snake your way out of a round. oliver: i'm not. farleigh: it... looks like you are.
the most important thing about this scene that i'd like to point out is that oliver would not have, and should not have, stayed for his round if it wasn't an intentional plan. the nature of "buying rounds" was made clear and is clear. he reasonably shouldn't have stayed and specifically left when it was his turn to pay. that's gnarly. that's generally just rude.
[0:14:30] felix: farleigh. farleigh: what? felix: just cut him a break, mate. farleigh: what? felix: that round's gunna cost a fucking fortune. farleigh: pub rules, felix.
yes, i understand that farleigh is being intentionally confrontational. but felix consistently falls flat when "combating" the judgmental attitude of his family and classmates. although he did exactly what oliver wanted him to do by paying for the round, he lacks a genuine purpose behind his verbal condemnations. felix wants to believe he is morally better than his family, the people he surrounds himself with. because of this, he lacks passion. farleigh surrounds himself with whoever felix surrounds himself with; he has become part of felix's background noise. he has become another steppingstone to felix's upward climb to righteousness. another blurring, booing voice, antagonizing the people felix protects and defends.
[0:16:09] felix: yeah, well you know farleigh basically grew up with us. oliver: i didn't know you and farleigh were cousins. felix: mmm, my aunt, farleigh's mum, ran away to america when she was 19 to escape the cold-hearted english. ciggie? oliver: eh, i don't smoke. farleigh: dear aunty fred married a lunatic who pissed everything she had up the wall and a fair chunk of dad's money, too, until he had to finally cut her off.
(oliver did know that farleigh and felix were cousins tbh what a liar, can't believe he would lie like that. unbelievable. truly criminal).
at 0:16:10, farleigh watches felix and oliver sitting with each other at a party. this is played behind felix's voice-over, as he tells oliver about farleigh's family history. i find that so emotionally impactful. jealousy is a hard emotion to read on someone's face, but almost always, farleigh just looks sad. i often see him glancing down; this can often mean disappointment, insecurity, deep thought. at 0:16:27, you can see him briefly scrunch his eyebrows together as he watches felix light oliver's cigarette. he looks confused, judgmental, or surprised. the only thing i can compare this to is taking a bite of food that you didn't expect to taste horrible.
i wish we got to see more of farleigh and his mother, or at least what their dynamic entails. we know he asks (begs) james and elsbeth to give frederica money. we know that frederica was either too kind or too weak to cope with her family. we know that she was well-loved at oxford, or at least had some admirers. i find it poetic, that frederica ran from the english, and now her son is running back in place of her. i also wonder about farleigh's dad. there's no mention of him, past this scene; but if he's no longer with frederica, why would she still be cut off by the cattons? are the cattons really that cold to her, or is frederica still married? curiosity, man. i'm about to start making stuff up on the spot.
[0:16:42] felix: well dad, you know, he felt so guilty about the whole thing that he decided that he would pay for all of farleigh's education. oliver: lucky farleigh. felix: oh, fat load of good that's done him. he's been expelled from almost every school in england for sucking off the teachers.
at 0:16:50, farleigh is shown with a woman on his lap. she's more adult than farleigh. i think it's relevant, considering the voiceover.
i think an important word in this dialogue is guilt; it's a strong motivator among the cattons. yet, it's an inconsistent one. because the cattons guilt is so external as opposed to internal, there is a threshold at which their guilt feels resolved. they just have to convince themselves that they are charitable and therefore good. there is no real understanding of love, and what comes with it. there is no intrinsic need to support their family, simply because they are family.
i don't know what to say about farleigh and his relationship with authority. clearly, he has an unhealthy attachment to transactional and exploitative relationships. how does that complex interact with his social life? his family life? to live surrounded by money and to surround your life around money creates a need to quantify everything. it means you're trying to understand what you're worth, and what your actions are worth. this can also be a testament of farleigh's character; is he just unwilling to put more effort into school? is he unable to compete with the schools that he's attending through money instead of merits? yes, james is paying for his education, but since when? how long has farleigh attended school in england, and what schools did farleigh attend in america? there's a large difference in education. i digress. i find this detail about farleigh significant and upsetting in a lot of ways, and it would be just as upsetting if he really did just prefer transactional sex over doing his homework.
[0:22:27] (oliver sees felix at the bar without him) and this is where farleigh regains his place next to felix. the framing of the shot specifically includes farleigh and felix, centered together on screen. oxford is the only period in this movie where you can truly consider oliver and farleigh mutual threats. this is the limbo, where both of their minuscule actions could change the course of their relationship with felix. oliver and farleigh are both intimately aware that only one of them can exist at felix's side, only one of them can be felix's accessory. oliver's motivation to be in this position is infatuation. he hates what felix represents and loves felix as an individual. is this the same for farleigh? how much is farleigh motivated by his love for his cousin? how far devolved is their relationship, since farleigh realized he needed to play a game just to be treated with compassion by his family?
[0:26:30] farleigh: oh, nice tux. oliver: thank you. farleigh: wow! it's a rental, right? oliver: yeah- farleigh: yeah. yeah, the sleeves are too long. always check the sleeves! but still, not bad. i mean, you're almost passing. oliver: for what? farleigh: i don't know! a real human boy.
he's so petty, it's hilarious. there's not much to say about the majority of this interaction, other than the fact that farleigh is overcompensating for his own social insecurities. to be expected. i like that last line, though. "you're almost passing for a real human boy." does that have anything to do with oliver's poverty? maybe it's just a jab at his fashion choices. i think it's also safe to say that farleigh finds something legitimately unsettling about oliver. or maybe he really is just prepared to give felix's new project a tough time. there are a few reasons for farleigh to go out of his way to make felix's friends uncomfortable or inconvenienced; almost all of them are petty. venetia does the same. elsbeth, who shares felix's habit of hosting people, seems thoroughly entertained by oliver.
farleigh's oxford era is hard to get a read on. he's truly just... rude. he's also scared. his dynamic during the school year with oliver is so compelling to me, because oliver is still in a place of deep instability. he almost lost felix halfway through the year; he needed a high card to win him back. farleigh doesn't play cards, though. that's one of the biggest differences between the two characters. for all their similarities, the only action against oliver that farleigh seems to have is being mean. oliver is driven by an obsessive ambition to control, interfere, dominate. during the school year farleigh is shown, repeatedly, that he just wants to get through it. he's coasting, truly. he slides right back into place next to felix when the spot opens up, and he stays in the background. again; all style, no substance. no research. the cattons were never a game, to farleigh. they were just an uphill battle. they were his family.
#saltburn#saltburn 2023#farleigh start#oliver quick#felix catton#this is real insanity#i'm having so much fun#guys farleigh is my lover#he didn't ask to compete for his cousins love :(#imagine dude#i love my cousin to death#if he dropped me for a stranger#dude i'd lose it#anyways#i've been listening to ribs by lorde and thinking about farleigh and felix#i'm a little too attached to family dynamics#i can feel a fanfiction brewing in my stomach#lord above#i know i sound like a felix hater but i'm not#i swear he's as much of a complex character as everyone else#but he also needs several reality checks#the oliver situation was a decent reality check#too bad he died before he could have some growth as a person
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idk if ur reqs are open but I would love to hear your thoughts on Vere 👁️👁️ hes literally dominated my entire headspace I can’t go ten minutes w/o thinking ab how I want to bite his forearm
GENERAL VERE HCS
gn!reader | back 2 knocking these guys out of the park. also i realized these are shorter than my hq bf hcs so. if anyone wants a pt.2 for anybody.. u know what to do
i think u Should bite his arm. For Fun. vere w bite-y partner who he bites back. 'gently' considering he has fangs though
congratulations on being one of 2 people he'd let touch and brush his tail. sometimes he swishes it against your face and then pretends he didn't. "i have no idea what you're talking about," he says before making direct eye contact and doing it again
he likes drawing. ok. have we considered him drawing you. you ask him about it and he says he won't show you. you tease him and ask "what? did you draw sparkles and hearts surrounding me?" and he plays along, "yes, i even checked what i'd look like with your last name and drew us kissing."
It's actually quite a nice sketch of you though. like of you smiling or asleep or something because you fell aslep near him. oh man...
vere knows all the ins and outs of the city which means he can give you a personalized tour that caters to all your interests!! you can ask him to take you to his favourite spots too of course but he feels very accomplished watching you grin in the store he purposely walked by
shocked if you get him a gift. acts nonchalant and is good enough at accepting things but internally, especially if it's something he's been eyeing for a while or has sentimental value,, he . He....
like yeah okay vere...act all cool...as if your eyes don't flicker over whenever you walk past it...as if you don't catch yourself smiling subconsciously...whatever
definitely tries cooking your favourite meal. doesn't go very well, especially if it's something he's never had, but he'll keep practicing until he makes something decent. don't ask how many attempts he did because he won't tell you unless he somehow started a fire and even Then the truth is debatable
if YOU know how to cook it Please for the love of god teach him, or write down the recipe for both your sakes. for the kitchen. plea
everyone tells him/the both of you to shut the hell up whenever you start flirting back and forth/competing to see how many innuendos you can feasibly say. the both of you team up only to bully everyone else for being single before continuing
asshole if you played uno. i'm not competitive nor do i give two shits if i lose at uno but even i would lose it watching vere push for whatever stacking rule he needs to get someone a +20. watch your cards or he'll manage to look over at them. do not trust a single deal he tries. watch his ears and tail i'm sure he has a tell
really good at helping build confidence . what ais said about him being honest but also not trusting anything he says yeah well this is when he'd be completely honest. easily reminds you how capable you are of something, knows what makes you confident, etc etc. and you just ? know you can trust him? it's the vibe. how he says it so plainly as if it's obvious
don't try to lie to him about things. like if you're upset about something it is So obvious to him no matter how hard you try and he'd really appreciate it if you would tell him why or ask to talk about it later when you're ready.
^ as someone who wants to piss her pants at the thought of being direct or whatever,, he'd also be very good at knowing when to push or not. if you respond better to a lighter/gentle reminder i'm sure he would do so :heart:
i have a feeling this guy would be incredibly incredibly incredibly into you asking to post him on any socmed. do you want his face in it. do you want it to be a little spicy. should he pose. actually he probably pouts a little if you want a faceless pose but bro why does it matter if there is not a cm of space between us. why is your hand around my neck rn /lh You know the poses
#touchstarved game#touchstarved vere#vere x reader#🧾nia.answers#<3 anon#he is so rime to me. aw man#nia + touchstarved
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The Water Guardian (aka Cryptid Keith AU) Part 7
Keith’s cave is, well, Lance wouldn’t call it homey, but it’s not what he was expecting, whatever that was. Set off to the side of the waterfall, still close but far enough away to avoid the spray that surrounds it, the cave is dry, and warm, and remarkably clean. The stone floor smooth and polished from what looks like decades, maybe even centuries of wear.
A simple wooden table and chairs line up against one of the walls, and an equally simple bed piled with a few old quilts stands in the back. There are no pictures on the walls, but carvings made of wood and stone fill alcoves carved out of the stone walls of the cave itself.
Keith raises his hand and a sphere of bluish white light forms over his palm and rises gracefully to hover near the ceiling, illuminating the space fully. Well, that’s convenient.
Keith walks to the back of the cave, and bends over to open a chest at the foot of the bed. “My books are here.” He says by way of invitation.
It feels odd to be in what is clearly Keith’s home, but Keith seems cool about it, so Lance tries to be nonchalant. “Nice, ah, cave.”
Keith grunts and squats next to the chest, lifting out some of the books within.
Lance leans over. The chest is old, but well cared for. A couple dozen hard cover books are stacked neatly inside, next to some smaller carved wooden boxes, some wrapped in old linens.
Lance glances at the spines of the books he can see: There’s Jane Austen, Dickens, H.G. Wells, Jules Verne, Thoreau, Conan Doyle, Mark Twain, Brontë, Lewis Carroll, Bram Stoker. Keith hands Lance a book and he looks down to see it’s an old copy of “Treasure Island”. A really old copy.
He sits down at the small table to examine it. He carefully turns the yellowed pages, not wanting to damage Keith’s prized possessions. This book looks more like an antique than something a person would keep on their nightstand. All the books Keith has look old. Doesn’t look like he has a single author from the 20th century even. Keith said they belonged to his dad, was he some kind of collector?
“Have you read it?” Keith asks him, nodding at the book in front of Lance.
“Huh? Oh yeah,” Lance answers, “I think we read it back in 6th or 7th grade. I remember thinking it would be cool to be a pirate.” He smiles.
Keith hums and returns to sorting through his stash.
Lance takes another good look around the space. Now that he’s thinking about it, everything here looks old. And not the normal “this belongs to my parents or grandparents old”, but an “I found this at an estate sale at some haunted old mansion” kind of old. The only things that don’t look like antiques are the carvings of animals and birds that fill the shelves notched into the walls.
They look hand made, which makes sense, it’s not like there’s a mall nearby. Lance picks up a small wooden rabbit from the shelf next to the table. It’s beautiful work, delicate and realistic, looking like it could hop out of his hand at any moment. Keith clearly has other hobbies besides reading.
As he carefully returns the rabbit to its place on the shelf, he notices something he hadn’t before. A small, faded, sepia toned photo of a young couple in a plain sliver frame. Lance lifts it off the shelf and takes a closer look. The couple is dressed in clothing from over a century ago, and posed formally in what looks like a nice living room. The man is handsome and well built, he looks like he’s no stranger to hard work, but has kind eyes. The woman next to him is tall and beautiful, and, fuck, a DEAD RINGER for Keith.
Is this Keith’s mom? Are these his parents? They can’t be, this photo is ancient! But then so are the books, and everything else.
“Keith? Who are these people?” Lance asks, holding out the photo.
Keith glances over, “My parents.”
His parents? But, how…
“What year was this taken?”
Keith shrugs and turns back to the chest.
“You don’t know?”
“What care would I have for human years?” Keith responds without looking up.
Bah, this idiot is FRUSTRATING. But still, if this photo and the books are as old as they look… “Keith, how long have you been here?”
Keith is idly sorting through the books in the chest, clearly avoiding having to look at Lance. “A while.”
Lance huffs in exasperation, “How much of a while?”
“It’s not important.”
“Humor me.”
Keith sighs, “Maybe, ninety turns of the seasons?”
Lance sits back. NINETY YEARS? Keith’s at least ninety years old! He looks no older than Lance. Of course, he’s not a human, and who knows how long a dragon is supposed to live. Forever?
Still it’s a long time to live in this cave all alone. Geez, has he been alone this whole time? No wonder he wanted Lance to come back.
“Has it always just been you here to guard the waterfall?” Lance asks.
“Mostly.” Keith answers softly, still speaking into the chest.
“Did your mom live here too?”
Keith drops the lid of the chest down with a crash, standing abruptly. “You’ve seen the books, so we’re done here.” He spats.
Oh crap, too far. “I, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t pry. I just wanted to get to know you.”
Keith is silent, glaring at the exit, waiting for Lance to get out he supposes.
“I could get you more books. If you want.” Lance offers, hoping Keith takes it as the olive branch it is.
Keith shifts his gaze to Lance. “More books?”
“Well, you can’t think that this is all there is?” Lance chuckles, gesturing at the chest.
Keith looks down, “I don’t think much about it. This is what I have.”
Lance is suddenly overwhelmed with compassion. Hell, poor kid, stuck out here for a century with the same handful of books to keep him entertained.
“Well, yeah!” Lance smiles, “Of course there are more. Thousands more! Look!”
Lance grabs his phone and thumbs quickly to find his book app, bringing up one of the few downloaded books he has and shoves it in Keith’s face.
Keith squints looking confused, then focuses, his eyes growing wider by the second.
“This is a book??” He points to the phone in astonishment.
Lance nods enthusiastically. “Yup!”
Keith blows out an audible breath as he looks again at the phone. “I don’t know this story.”
“There are a lot of stories you don’t know.” Lance laughs. “But I can bring you them.”
Keith’s eyes are impossibly even wider when he looks back at Lance. “You could get books? For me?”
Lance scoffs, “Yeah, no problem! I’ve got a few and I can stop by the library. Seems like you enjoy adventure and fantasy stories, me too, I’ll bring some back next time I come.”
“Next time?” Keith asks, suddenly shy.
Oh lord, this guy… “Yes, next time. I mean, I’ve been a guest in your… cave, I figure we’re friends now.”
“Friends?” Keith repeats warily.
Shit, did he read this wrong? Just when he thought that maybe he was getting the hang of it. “I mean, if you don’t want me to, I don’t have to…”
“No!” Keith practically yells, “I… I want you to. Come back… bring books…” he looks down, “be friends.”
“Friends then.” Lance confirms with a grin.
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Prompts to develop a cane user character
Hey there ! You may know me for this post, how to write a cane user character :
Over the past year, this post has gathered quite a lot of traction and people seemed to really enjoy it, and I thought I could do more to help all of my writer friends out there ! This time, I decided to give you a bunch of situations a cane user may face to give you some directions to go with your story, and a few exemples to add-on to the idea !
These are overall very focused on young cane users because that's what I am, but I feel like they can mostly be used for characters of all ages.
The character just got their cane. How do they react to it ? The way someone first reacts to getting a cane can say a lot about them. Exemples :
- They don't see it as a big deal, mostly like yet another test to see if something may work. It's kinda like swallowing a pill when you're sick and thinking "here goes nothing". After that, you can also develop on them being very pleasantly surprised that it worked or to stay with the nonchalant style, make them think "oh. It actually worked. Guess I'll be using that from now on"
- They get uncomfortable. They don't want to be seen as weak and look at them using a cane as a kind of failure to be normal. They may even refuse to use it despite clearly needing it out of pride.
- They get extremely excited and immediately try to make it THEIR cane. If it's a metal cane, they play around with the sliding part and move it around a bunch to see how it works. They may try to play with it like a sword to get used to having it in hand (and may even accidentally break stuff with it). If they like colorful outfits, they may doodle on it or add a bunch of stickers/charms to it.
- They take it in front of a mirror and try to pose with it to fully comprehend that this is them now. They can struggle with their vision of themselves because seeing this weird stick always with them now is really weird. But on the other hand, you can also make them try a bunch of poses and have them think "wait ... This is actually really cool. I love how I look now"
See how they react to other people's looks. If a character has a cane, especially when they're young, they're bound to get weird looks. There's always someone looking at you obviously thinking "Why the hell are they using a cane, they probably don't need it" or "Oh no, poor them, they don't deserve to be in so much pain..." What's their reaction to it ? Exemples :
- They get angry. They confront the people staring at them with a "what are you lookin' at, fucker ?!" or just glare at them. They do NOT want to be pitied.
- They get playful and try to act as if these people are only interested in them by their physique. "Oh, I know I'm good looking, but you can stop staring at me darling~" if your character is kind of a classy cane user, it gets really fun to play around it and after a while, their confidence may get a real characteristic of theirs.
- They feel miserable. They don't want to be pitied just because they exist. They're walking outside for five minutes to get groceries and people are pitying them, and that hurts.
- They really don't care. They've seen it all, and don't let the stares affect them anymore. If they did, it would probably drive them mad.
One thing that happens ALL THE TIME with canes is that they fall. And overall, it's really funny to watch. Watching a cane fall down five times in a row is an embarrassing situation and can make some fun interactions ! Exemples :
- The cane user is trying to have very serious talk with someone else. They walk towards them, sits down in a chair, glares at them, puts their cane down against the wall and ... It falls. They put it back. And it falls. They can stay as serious as they want, the other person in front of them is no longer afraid of them.
- The cane user is taking someone on a date at a fun restaurant. They try to sit down on their chair and put their cane away and it falls repeatedly and they start panicking to make it stay up. Their date is very amused by the situation and finds it cute and/or charming.
- The cane user puts their cane against the wall and it falls. Their friend immediately goes to pick it up, but they stop them from doing so by saying something along the lines of "Don't bother. It won't stay up." Or "Heh, it can't fall any lower now."
Oh no, someone is trying to steal your character's cane for some reason ! Maybe it's because they think it was left behind by someone else ? Maybe it has a high market value because it's made of gold ? Any way, they will have to do something about it. Exemples :
- they grab the cane back and just beats the crap out of the thief. You know, it's not rare to see stories where grandpas use their cane to hit people as a joke. But it works ! It's a heavy stick, and often made of metal. You're bound to get some good hits with that.
- They immediately panic and/or cry. Canes can be extremely precious to someone, often because of emotional value. It's something you wear every day, you can easily get attached to it. A lot of people even decorate it, so loosing something you crafted yourself hurts.
- They heavily play the victim to either make the thief regret their action, or people get on their side. It can stem from a genuine emotion, but also from acting if they want to just use the situation to their advantage. Either way, if someone has the audacity to steal from a poor "defenseless" disabled person, the crowd will most likely help them.
- They can just ... Not care much. I mean yeah it was stolen and it sucks but you know, most canes cost what. 12$ ? They're annoyed but they won't make too much of a fuss about it, and running to catch the thief may not be worth it if their legs aren't really healthy.
You know, if your cane user is a little young, some people are bound to think that they are "too young to be disabled". How do they react to that ? Exemples :
- They heavily mock the person who said that. What, just because you think someone is too young to be disabled, they're no longer disabled ? Ha, I wish it could work like that !
- They reply with a good old "If I break your legs, I guess you'll still be able to walk ? Cuz you look too young to be disabled too."
- They get doubts and question if they're really disabled enough to wield a cane. Usually, people only use it when they have big problems or when they're old ... Maybe that person's right ... (No they're not, of course)
- They get extremely serious and explain their situation is nothing to be discussed by people won't don't know them personally.
And that's it for today ! I hope you enjoyed this little guide <3 if this gets a bit of traction as well, I may write more in the future ! Good luck to all of the writers ~
Oh and one more thing ! Feel free to link your stories down below for everyone to look, will it be a Tumblr post, an AO3 link, a google doc ... I love to see your creations, and I think sharing ideas with people is a GREAT way to develop more varied representation.
And if you want to thank me in a way or another, you can always take a look at my art on Twitter (@FernShawArt) !
#cw ableism#writer#writing guide#cane user#disability#disabled#spoonie#actually disabled#prompts#roguefort cookie#brook one piece#Arsène lupin#capn cuttlefish#cap'n cuttlefish#craig cuttlefish
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Cletho + 28
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28. A kiss for luck, Cleo/Etho, 901 words
When Etho got his task, he genuinely thought it would be easy. How often were people going to be looking at him when they had their own tasks to handle? All he had to worry about was remembering not to move when they did. He could do that! Surely he could do that, even if it meant stealthing his way through the session.
He didn't go the stealth route. Too obvious, ironically, and the nature of the task already made him vulnerable to yellows. The last thing he needed was to look like he had something to hide, so when Gem came along asking to buy his door, he went along with it, however clumsily. She left him three zombie eggs richer, and as soon as she was out of sight, he could have gone limp with relief.
Okay, so maybe not as easy as Etho thought. At least when it was Skizz and Tango with his enchanter, he'd had less to lose. They were green, he was safe from any errant guesses they might make, and with the track record this server had with enchanting tables, it made perfect sense that he'd guard it as they improved their gear. They didn't bat a lash at Etho's stillness, and Grian, mercifully, left with them after a glance that said he knew something was amiss. Etho wasn't surprised, his teammate was tack-sharp.
He was even less surprised when Cleo caught on, really, but he didn't expect her to take advantage of it.
She was already at the secret keeper, labeling a lineup of doors. He stepped closer, but she didn't let the distance close, looking back at him first out of curiosity, and then out of amusement as the realization dawned on her.
After an abrupt turn of her head made him stumble to freeze in place, she laughed. "Mhm, yep, that's some task you've got there."
Etho feigned nonchalance, even as he chuckled nervously, "I dunno what you're talking about."
"Yeah, no, of course," Cleo said, voice bouncing with mirth, "Is there a time limit to be mindful of, or-?"
The stupid task was the only thing keeping Etho from slouching in defeat. At least Etho could be sure Cleo wouldn't rat him out. "Nope. All session, or until I mess it up, I guess."
Cleo waved a hand, "Oh, you'll be fine. Here," She took Etho by the wrist and started leading the way, looking resolutely forward so he could follow, "I've got an idea."
It wasn't a far walk back to their base, Cleo's touch cool against his skin. She left him by the door and vanished inside to set up something Etho couldn't see, but he could hear the placement of trapdoors and the opening of a chest Then, a sigh of exertion, and the brushing of dust off of hands. "Okay! It's ready!" She called.
Etho peered in. Cleo had her back to him, but turned around once he was positioned in the doorway. Beside her was a hastily assembled table, holding a chest. "What is 'it', exactly?"
"Just a game," Cleo answered. She pat the chest, "You can have what's in here, you've just gotta reach it."
Etho looked between Cleo and the chest suspiciously. Supposedly, her task was done, but she hadn't yet hit the succeed button. What were the chances this was a ploy? "That's it? No catch?"
"Mm," Cleo tilted her head left, then right, like she was giving the idea proper consideration, "The catch is that I get to laugh at you."
Etho groaned, "You'd do that anyway!"
"So this works out phenomenally for you!" Cleo said cheerily, "Come on, I know you can't resist free stuff."
...She had his number there.
He played. Etho crept towards the chest, and made a game out of posing in the most ridiculous positions he could reasonably achieve every time she turned around. Every time, he would get a few extra steps in as she laughed and guessed what inspired the pose. It was lighthearted, and goofy, and Etho laughed with her right up until he reached his prize.
"Well, you did it," Cleo said, wiping her eyes where they'd welled and catching her breath. She turned her back to Etho a final time, "Don't say I never help you out, alright?"
Etho popped the lid of the chest. Three glass bottles sat in it, each filled with something clear and viscous. He lifted one to tilt it towards the light, catching its iridescence. Invisibility potions. "Ohh baby," He stowed the bottles, "These'll come in clutch. You're the best, Cleo."
"I know," She faced Etho as he stood straight, and held his chin gently. She tilted his head down and pressed a kiss to his forehead with an exaggerated mwah. "You can have that, too."
Etho must have looked as surprised as he felt, because Cleo snickered and patted his cheek as he asked, "What was that for?"
"For luck, obviously," She replied as if it truly was obvious. When Cleo headed for the front door, Etho didn't even think to follow her. "I want to hear a success story when you get home tonight."
Etho didn't move until long after Cleo was gone, probably off to do whatever remained of her task. He pulled out one of the potions, rolling the smooth glass in his hand.
Home. Yeah... he'd bring a success story home.
#Cletho#ZombieCleo#EthosLab#Hermitshipping#Trafficshipping#Secret Life#Hermitfic#MCYT#Asks#randomly-reblogs#Cleo#Etho#Astral Library#My Writing#This is another instance of me not knowing a lot about the ship dynamic#I don't think I butchered it but it feels a bit flat#Gotta work on that
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There has been an idea running free in my mind since I saw episode 2x07 yesterday that really makes me wish I was a better writer so I could write a proper fic with it, but bear with me, please. What if...
What if Stede and Izzy have sex after Ed left because, well, Stede is free to be with other people, right? And there is some fondness now there, equally mixed with some fun bickering and teasing, and they really understand each other and the heartbreak that comes with loving Edwar Teach. And you add a lot of rum and some lingering touches and well, things happen, right?
And when Stede wakes up the next morning with a bit of a hungover and sees a naked Izzy sleeping next to him, he feels so happy and he can't stop staring at Izzy and how relaxed he looks in the morning light, but then... then he starts overthinking it, of course. What if he was too fast again? What if he is TooMuch and Izzy finds it annoying? What if it was supposed to be just a one time thing? He doesn't want it to be just that, but he doesn't want to make it weird!
So when Izzy wakes up, Stede tries to play it 'cool', aiming for nonchalant and totally missing, looking more like 'totally indifferent'. And Izzy, who has been getting better at the whole 'feelings and stuff' thing, but has still a lot to learn, well, he tries to go on with his life and goes back to work because it was a good fuck and that was all, wasn't it? What else was he expecting, really? It is not as if Stede was going to start holding his hand or anything, not that Izzy wanted that anyway, because that ridiculous softness is not for pirates like himself... right?
So things get weird, of course. And the crew notices because they are not blind. Stede keeps trying to play it cool and avoids touching Izzy at all costs even though he really wants to and Izzy tries to avoid Stede claiming to be 'just busy' and having work to do 'somewhere else', but it is painful for both of them.
And surprisingly, it's Izzy the one who eventually tries to talk about that night with Stede, trying to tell him that it meant something to him, but he doesn't really know what words to use or how to explain 'feelings' and it really frustrates him. And Stede sees Izzy's frown and annoyed look and thinks that Izzy regrets that night and then doubles down on the casually indifferent pose. Which convinces Izzy that, no, Stede is not interested at all in him. Obviously.
And while this painful mess of a conversation is happening, the whole crew has managed to shamelessly gather around to listen to it and they are witnessing that trainwreck of a conversation looking like the people in that scene from the IT Crowd:
(that's not the end, though, everything gets better after a bit more angst and some help from the crew, but it's late and I think I have to leave it here now)
(but there is a lot of soft kissing in the end, so just you know)
#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd season 2 spoilers#our flag means death s2 spoilers#izzy hands#stede bonnet#stizzy#gentlehands#idea for a fic or simply talking into the empty air again
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fic req for ben reilly x gn reader where reader's luv language is gift giving and it SHOWS (spoiling him <3)
GEGHIVURBVOIRBI YES ANYTHING FOR MY BOY 🫶🫶🫶
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
ben reilly x reader with a gift giving love language
"good morning, mr. reilly." you greeted him as you smiled at him, looking at his hunched over figure by one of the columns. "oh, hey... sorry, you caught me at such a harrowing time..." he muttered as he looked over at you with half-lidded eyes, trying to play it cool around you. you gave him a slight look of worry as you walked over to him. "oh, is it not a good time for me to give you your daily fix of my brownies, mr. reilly?" you asked him in a gentle voice. at the mention of his daily fix of your homemade brownies, his eyes widened and he jolted upright.
"oh, yes please--i mean... s-sure, i guess. but brownies don't fill in that deep, black void in my heart." he says as he poses dramatically, running a hand through his hair as he darts his gaze towards you, who was stifling a laugh at how silly he seemed. "well, it'll certainly fill up the 'deep, black void' of your stomach, mr. reilly." you said with a grin as you handed ben the intricately wrapped and designed bag of brownies you made for him.
ben's eyes sparkled for a bit when he gazed at the beautiful wrapping, but he tried his hardest to keep himself composed and brooding. "i... suppose they are good for that, thank you." he said as he tried to hide the blush on his face as you giggled and nodded. "i know they are, you always beam about how lovely they taste. i love it when you say that about my baking... you're my number one taste tester, mr. reilly, i don't know what i'd do without you!" you exclaimed, which effectively pierced ben's heart with an arrow as he looked at you with a small flustered smile on his face.
"i am? i-i mean i am." he said as he cleared his throat and pretended to be nonchalant about this, when internally, he was so giddy at your praise. "you sure are. oh, and, i was also... also wanting to give you this." you said as you pulled out from your bag a crocheted scarlet teddy bear with a light blue ripped hoodie that uncannily resembled him. "it's my teddy ben, i made him, and... i kinda thought of you while i was making him." you said with a sheepish smile as ben gasped silently at the sight of the teddy bear.
"he's... he's perfect." ben said with a few tears of joy in his eyes. you felt flustered at his admiration towards the bear and handed it to him. "take good care of him, give him all the hugs you have to give, remind him he's doing well and is the coolest scarlet spider bear i know." you said with a grin as ben pat the small teddy ben with such love and gentleness in his touch. "but... what about me?" ben asked with big puppy dogs eyes and a quivering lower lip. "aren't i... the best scarlet spider you know?" he asked you with a soft voice as you pat his head and chuckled. "ben, you are the best spider person i know." you said with a beaming grin, which sent ben over the edge and hugged you tightly.
"th-thank you..." he said as you hugged him back. "of... of course." you replied, wishing he gave some warning before he lunged forward to wrap you in his arms, but you didn't hate it--the best spider person you knew deserved all the hugs you can give anyway.
#ben reilly#ben reilly x reader#ben reilly x you#ben reilly x y/n#ben reilly fluff#atsv#atsv ben reilly#atsv x reader#atsv x you#atsv x y/n#atsv fluff#atsv imagines#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse fluff#spiderman across the spiderverse x reader
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Hi! I was wondering if you could write something about Matty Healy maybe meeting his celebrity crush (reader, who is also a musician) at an award show? You don’t have to of course, I just really like your writing and thought it could be a cool idea :)
Ps. I hope you have a lovely day <3
Hi, thank you so much! You're very sweet 🥹❤️
I don’t usually do famous!readers so this is practically a first attempt. I kinda imagine her to have a whole Evelyn Hugo aesthetic (hence the green dress)
The Frontman
You lift your floor-length gown just above your ankles as you climb up the stairs of the O2. It’s not a quiet evening by any means, there are photographers all around you. You know these photos are being live posted on Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, and being put on lists like best dressed and worst dressed. So of course you had to bring your A-game.
There’s even more pressure tonight—you’ve been nominated in three categories right alongside some of your favourite artists. The anticipation to meet them, to see them perform, it’s all opened a weird pit in your stomach that’s equal parts excitement and nervousness.
Your beautiful dark green dress makes you feel like a queen. It’s completely backless and sexy, meaning you know all the angles you’re going to have to pose in.
Speaking of, as soon as you step on the red carpet, you hear your name being called out from all directions. They all want a glimpse, a photo. They all want eye contact. You slip into the routine that’s come from years worth of practice. Soon, the flashes move on to the next person and you’re being ushered inside by your sister (who’s your date for the night). You used to cling to her during the earlier days of fame but now you’ve rather grown into this life. Still, she’s a constant presence.
‘The 1975 are here tonight,’ she waggles her eyebrows once you’re inside, ‘excited?’
You grin at her. She knows you’ve listened to their new album on repeat for weeks after it came out. You’re even nominated in the same categories that they are. She also knows about your teeny tiny crush on their frontman.
‘He spoke about you, you know?’ she continues, ‘on that radio one show he did last year.’
‘Oh?’ you feign nonchalance, play it cool but she’s not so easily fooled.
‘In fact,’ she subtly points up ahead, ‘that’s him isn’t it?’
And it is him. You scan him from head to toe as he’s engrossed in talking to some of the other guests. He looks absolutely gorgeous in the black tuxedo and that one curl that rests on his forehead is just enough to drive you crazy.
‘It is,’ you breathe when you realise that she’s still waiting for a response.
There’s a small moment of back and forth where she tries to get you to walk up to him.
‘He looks so engrossed in the conversation,’ you hedge.
‘No, he doesn’t, he looks impatient to get away.’
‘What if this turns out like that one Jerry Seinfeld and Kesha moment?’ you cringe.
‘I literally remember him saying that he’d cut off his left arm to be able to work with you,’ she deadpans.
‘Well, no, I rather like his arms,’ you say without thinking.
And that’s the exact moment Matthew fucking Healy chooses to look at you.
His eyes widen for a second as he tries to subtly scan you from head to toe. His face splits into a stunning smile as he airily excuses himself from the conversation and starts walking toward you.
‘Oh my god oh my god oh my god,’ you start mumbling to your sister but she lets out a quiet whoop of joy.
‘That settles that, then. I think I see Harry Styles coming in,’ she whispers and just like that she disappears into thin air. The traitor!
‘I was wondering if you’d be here,’ he says as he comes to a stop in front of you. He doesn’t stand close enough to intrude in your personal space but the scent of his cologne still washes over you.
‘Believe it or not, I was wondering the same,’ you confess.
He laughs at that, then properly gives you a once over. ‘You look stunning.’ He looks like he wants to add something more but then he holds himself back.
‘So do you.’ You want to tell him he looks so much more than stunning but it’s hardly appropriate for a first conversation. ‘Congratulations on the nominations.’
‘I should say the same.’ Then he leans in closer, ‘between you and me, you’ve got a much better shot,’ he throws in a conspiratorial wink.
‘If Harry Styles doesn’t take it all first,’ you joke. He laughs at first and then starts disagreeing.
You’ve only experienced his larger-than-life on-stage personality so far so it’s a bit of a surprise when he shyly admits to being a fan of your music since the early days. He talks about your new album, like really talks about it. The fact that he’s given it a proper listen makes you feel all giddy inside.
‘I’m rambling, aren’t I,’ he scrunches his eyes and this adorable blush makes its way onto his cheeks.
‘No, I’d…I’d love to talk to you more about it. Your music. My music.’
His eyes light up at that and you suddenly feel like a middle schooler talking to her crush for the first time. Stop it!
‘I’d love that…’ he smiles. ‘Um, the afterparty, I don’t mind skipping it.’
‘Yes!’ you don’t even have to think about that one. Spending time getting to know him sounds like a much better plan than going to the afterparty.
Besides, your sister can find her way home. She’s been to enough of these events by now.
‘Dinner?’ you ask tentatively.
‘Dinner it is,’ he agrees in a heartbeat.
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