#the cover picture makes this look a lot more serious than it really is

[zombie-honeymoon]

Summary:

Hidan wants to have a pity party at home after getting dumped, and Deidara makes the mistake of inviting him to his art class. It goes about as well as anyone would expect, and to top it off, Hidan discovers some drawings that Deidara would have preferred to stay secret...

[httpiastri]

nsfw alphabet – ln4

author's note: this pretty much wrote itself, oh my god. hope you enjoy (and hoping for some good results this weekend!!)

nsfw content below !! minors dni !!!

a – aftercare (what he is like after sex)

after sex, lando craves having you near him. he needs his skin on yours, he needs to kiss you, he needs to hold you. it doesn't matter if he's just fucked you senseless, he still can't live on if he doesn't feel your body pressed up against him.

lando gets soft and mushy after sex, and especially if he's been in a certain type of mood; he just needs to make sure you're alright and that you understand that even if he got a little too into it, he's still your cute and sweet boyfriend. he thanks you for being there, he asks you if you're feeling good, and makes sure he wasn't too rough with you.

another thing about lando after sex is that he loves cockwarming. the first time you tried it was probably just because he was lazy, too tired to pull out, but after then it's so much more. again, it's that craving for your touch and what better way than to completely drown in you all night? he doesn't care if you're both sweaty or sticky or if your combined juices make a mess of the sheets. that's a problem for another day.

b – body part (his favorite body part of his and also his partner's body)

lando likes a lot of his own body parts for different reasons. his tongue because of the way he knows it makes you feel and because he's confident in his skills with it. he likes his hands, the size of them and the way they never fail to make your back arch off the bed (and because of how they look wrapped around your wrists, your legs, your waist, your neck...). he knows his neck makes you go crazy, and he'll think about you leaving a trail of lovebites down it whenever he does his neck exercises at the gym. but honestly, i think he just really likes all of his muscles, partly because of how defined they are and how good they look, but also a lot of it is because of how strong he is; he loves being able to hold your body down in bed, or hold you up in the shower, or throw you over his shoulder and toss you onto the bed.

i genuinely can't figure out if i think he's an ass guy or a boobs guy – i'm pretty sure he's both, and he's obsessed. it doesn't matter if you're petite or curvy or somewhere in between, he's pretty much gawking at you 24/7. if you're turned towards him, he's happy to have a view of your chest. if you've got your back turned against him, his eyes won't be leaving your gorgeous butt. his hands will be on them all the time, doesn't matter if you're out in public or home in your apartment. he needs to feel you, and nothing satisfies his needs as much as having his favorite body parts of his favorite person in his hands.

c – cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

oh he's good with anything. coming inside you, in your mouth, over your chest, doesn't matter. he finds it all so insanely hot. seeing you lick it up? he's dead. seeing you lick your own cum from his fingers after he's fingered you? even more dead.

d – dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

lando loves a good photograph – and that definitely goes for pictures of you. you bet he's got a whole private folder on his phone of just pictures of you on top of his covers, hickeys adorning your skin... ass or breasts on full display... tied up to the bed frame or with one of his hands wrapped around your neck... of course, the two of you have had a serious conversation about it to make sure it's consensual, and he would never ever even think of showing anyone else, he's far too possessive for that. they're purely for his own enjoyment.

the only thing that makes him even more aroused than pictures of you is videos... he's a bit shy to bring it up but he would love to make some kind of softer sex tape one day. but for now, he'll settle for the short clips he has of himself slowly thrusting into you or you riding him.

e – experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

lando is experienced, no doubt. mostly with casual hookups, though, which i think influences his style. he definitely knows what he's doing, he knows every little secret about your body and what every touch will make you feel. he also surprises you with a new trick every once in a while that just blows your mind because how can he still impress you even after all this time? that's just lando.

f – favorite position (this goes without saying)

lando doesn't settle for just one position, he wants you every way all the time. he loves to switch positions mid-way through just to get another angle and another feel of you. plus, the bonus of getting to see different parts of you is great. doggy just to have his hands on your ass, cowgirl to get to see your breasts bounce... he doesn't really have a set favorite, anything that makes you both feel good is perfect for him.

g – goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous? etc.)

oh he can definitely be goofy with it. lando laughs at pretty much everything and that doesn't just go away in the bedroom. it's not overly frequent, like he doesn't just crack jokes out of nowhere, but he's a smiley dude. he's also very teenage boy-ish, which leads to a lot of laughter and funny situations.

h – hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i don't think he cares too much, to be fair. he's tried shaving a couple of times just to see how it looks, but he's much too lazy to keep up with it. as long as you don't mind a lot, he will just let it grow however it wants.

i – intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's intimate, sure, but not overly romantic i think. there are moments or certain occasions where he definitely is, though; he enjoys getting all romantic and fluffy for you every once in a while. but for him, most of the romance comes after it. the aftercare is where he'll show just how sweet and domestic he can be.

j – jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he used to love a good handjob, especially during a race weekend when he didn't have access to any girls and just needed to blow off some steam. but ever since he started getting with you, it's just not the same anymore... he misses your touch, the feeling of sinking into you, getting to hear your whiny breaths as he fucks you. he doesn't properly get off by himself unless he's watching a video of you or looking at a particularly suggestive picture you've sent him.

k – kink (one or more of his kinks)

i think lando definitely has a bulge kink. seeing your stomach move around when he thrusts into you makes him so weak. also, i'm sorry but he has a bit of a pregnancy kink, too. especially after spending days with baby relatives or just seeing kids around. it doesn't come out very often, but don't be surprised when he gets all "you'd look so good with my baby inside you" and "let's make that belly round and beautiful, hm?"...

l – location (favorite places to do the do)

i feel like the location doesn't matter a lot to him. bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom, the windowsill that any of his neighbors could look through any day... having someone watch you two doesn't matter to him; he just feels like a generous boy for giving them a treat.

he isn't shy to get it on in public, either. obviously, behind closed doors is a must, but if he gets particularly horny at a friend's party? then the bathroom seems like a good place to spend some time. he isn't shy to play a little with you in public either, his hand on your thigh underneath the table at the club slowly but surely inching up... and giving you a few teasing strokes until you're begging for him to just take you home...

one of his weaknesses is swimming pool sex. as long as there's no one else in the pool, it doesn't matter if there are friends nearby (if it's a pool party, etc.); he just loves the feeling of the water around you and how easy it is to slip into you.

don't know where else to put this than here, but i think it's very important to add that lando does not care at all who else is near when you're around and he's in a mood. pda is his middle name, and his hands will be on you at all times. holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist, a hand on your ass...

if you're at a party, lando will be upset if you choose a seat that isn't his lap. having you straddle his thighs or sitting sideways in his lap is his biggest wish, and he feels like the world's luckiest man whenever you give him the pleasure of doing it. he also loves it because it means he can make sure you're not off talking to some creepy dude, and that everyone sees who you belong to. lando is very possessive and this is the perfect way to keep his possessiveness in check.

m – motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

honestly, it's not hard at all to rile lando up. he can and wants to get with you at all times. but drunk lando = extra horny lando. never is lando as frisky as when he's downed a few drinks (or half a champagne bottle on the podium). his hands will be on you constantly.

whenever you wear anything that shows off your cleavage, he's done. his brain will short circuit.

as i've covered before, and will cover again, lando is possessive, but also quite easily jealous. seeing you with some other dude makes him really easily riled up. it's not that he likes it – he hates the thought of you actually being with another man – but just a little teasing never hurt anyone. he's too confident in himself and he knows that you love him and only him, that even when he sees you flirt with someone else, it doesn't upset him because he understands that it's all just a game.

n – no (something he wouldn't do, turn-offs)

lando doesn't like to share you. he thinks it's cool that you flirt with other men, but if you were to ever cross the line and actually do something with another man, he would be so mad (and not in a good way-). he could possibly be up for a threesome if you really want to, but he needs to be there and he will be watching over the other guy with so much suspicion. he would want to make sure that you're enjoying everything he's doing much more than the other dude, and to be fair it would pretty much eventually turn out to be just regular sex between the two of you with the other man just not being involved.

o – oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves both of them. he's a messy giver, hastily licks and just eating you out like a starved man. he loves the taste of you – he swears it's one of his favorite things in the world – and he will just never get sick of it. he can go over and over, a million rounds, until he has you completely ruined underneath him; legs trembling, eyes rolled back, brain empty of thoughts.

your blow jobs, though, are like god's gift to him. he would never force you to give him them, but oh does he think about them about 24/7. unless you're completely oblivious, you'll understand quite quickly how much he enjoys them. and why would you not want to please him and make him as happy as he wants? he gets completely lost in the feeling, his hands tangling in your hair and fingers pulling on it, guiding you up and down... and he just can't hold back from thrusting ever so slightly into it. you're just too good – and you bet he'll praise you for it.

p – pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think this can vary a bit, actually. fast and rough sometimes, slow but deep and hard other times. it's not often that he's on the sensual side, though it does happen every once in a while. but you bet he's going to pour all of his energy into it and make it real hot and needy, no matter the pace.

q – quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he definitely likes a good old quickie! you've both gotten quite used to them, especially during race weekends when you have a tight schedule. if you're really really tight on time, a quick blowjob does the job, too.

r – risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)

definitely. he loves trying new things to spice things up, and he's not shy to experiment and take a risk that maybe not everyone else would. he would adore having a partner who's as open to experimenting as he is, it would just make him feel so free and non-judged. if you get to see lando in his fully comfortable state, you'll definitely find him suggesting all kinds of things.

s – stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

lando is obsessed with you, so nothing can tire him out. he can last forever (or, at least so he thinks).

t – toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

as we've talked about already, lando is up for anything. bring up any kind of toys and he's sold. he's also really curious about how you please yourself when he's away, so you bet he will love watching you get off without him helping you out.

u – unfair (how much he likes to tease)

lando is definitely a big tease. pressing pecks all over your body except for where you really need and want him, fingers stroking up and down your sides a little too lightly for your taste; leaning back when you lean in to kiss him, pressing a finger to your lips with a silly grin on his lips; pulling out of you just as you're about to reach your climax, tilting his head and letting out a little "oh? you wanted to come? sorry, baby. you'll have to beg for it"....

this also happens, maybe even more, when you're in public. he doesn't care who's around; he knows you get a little extra tense and that you're easier to work up when you don't want anyone to know what lando is doing to you. his specialty is kneeling down and pretending to tie your shoelace or brush away some dirt from your heels, and when no one is looking, he makes sure to press a short trail of kisses right above your knee and up the inside of your thigh. it makes you react with the same wide eyes and speechlessness every time, and he loves it. almost as much as he loves seeing your friends ask you what's wrong.

v – volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)

lando is not scared of being loud, he's very very vocal during sex. he loves to moan, seeing it as a way to let you know how good he thinks you feel. he's the type to moan and groan even when he's the one doing the work; just watching your juices drip out of you brings a warm sensation to his chest because he's the one who did that. you react like that to him and only him.

he also loves to talk you through it. a lot of guiding, even though you already know what to do, and a lot of praise.

w – wild card (a random headcanon)

one thing lando thinks is the maybe hottest thing you can do is pull on his chains when he's wearing them... just yanking him towards you so that you can press your lips to his, it has him dead in seconds.

he also has a thing for seeing you wear necklaces or chains (esp his chains) because it reminds him of this other type of necklace that he loves seeing around your throat much more...

x – x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he's a big boy for sure. thickness is his strongest suit but he's got some good length too.

y – yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

as i've said before, lando is obsessed with you, so he could have sex with you anytime anywhere. there's not going to be a time where he doesn't want to have sex with you.

z – zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterward)

i think it depends. if you've been at it for a while and he's very energetically drained, he'll be quick to fall asleep. but in some other cases, it takes him a long while to mentally calm down from his high and actually relax his mind. he'll be all pumped up.

[whorekneecentral]

Winter Wonderland

Toto Wolff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: toto would do anything for reader, some friendly teasing, alcohol and the consumption of, a bit of an age gap (reader's late 20s/early 30s), handsy toto, the two of you are kinda drunk, daddy kink, oral (f!receiving), fingering, slight edging, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie.

Word Count: 1,772

Author's Note: this one goes out to all the dilf lovers.

merry smutmas series

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Your husband skips out on Christmas every year due to work but this year, he ends up in London. You make it your mission to introduce him to some holiday fun.

Toto had one last work engagement to do this week before he's officially off for the holidays and it took him to London. So by extension, you made it to London as well.

Your husband had left you in the hotel, promising you that he'll be back in a few hours after doing his final work meeting before he was on holiday break.

When he returns, he finds you in the same spot he left you, on the couch. "Babe, have you not gotten up all day?"He asks, shrugging his coat off.

"I did, I ordered room service so I had to get it from the door," you tell him, eyes glued to the TV.

Toto laughs, making his way over to sit next to you. You lean into the man, his arms wrapped around you and you can still feel the chill on his skin despite him wearing a coat when he was outside. It takes him a second to realize that you weren't in your pyjamas, but you were dressed as if you were going out.

The man looks at you with raised eyebrows, there's a hint of a smile on your face. "I know that look, what are you up to?" He asked.

"Okay I know you're probably tired but we leave for home tomorrow and I really wanna go!"

"Go where?"

"Hyde park," you tell him, showing him the pictures of their winter wonderland on your phone. "I saw the ad already for their winter wonderland today and then I looked it up and I fell into a loophole, so now we have tickets." You smiled sweetly at him - if there was one thing more important to Toto than work, it was you and your happiness.

"Are you serious, y/n?"

"Yes, now come on," you get up, trying to pull him up. Toto huffs, "I have emails to answer." He reluctantly follows you to the door.

"The emails will still be here when you get back," you handed him his coat before putting your own on. "Let's go."

Toto drives, of course - not like he ever lets you drive anyways. The first half hour was just the two of you trying to find your way around, it was a lot more packed than you were expecting but to be fair it was a week until Christmas, so it was to be expected you suppose.

You grab his hand and pull him towards what seems to be a circus tent. Toto looks at you a bit unsure for a moment, "is this.. an actual circus?" He followed you in and his question was answered; it was.

He sits next to you in the back row, the two of you waiting for the show to start. "Are you 5? Why are we at the circus ?"

"I mean, in comparison to you, I basically am." You smiled and he chuckled, his hand in yours as you two watched the show.

He would never admit it to you but he enjoyed doing things like this with you, it was nice to see that you kept a bit of your childishness alive.

After the circus, you made your way around the park once more, taking a million photos and trying out all the games until Toto was lugging around a big bag with stuffed animals.

"Do you think that's enough?" He asks, walking towards the car. You shrugged, "I guess but I'm hungry now."

"Dinner then?" He suggests, nodding to the busy street. You're not, fingers interlocking with your husband as you walk down the street towards no actual destination in mind. You were just hoping to stumble upon a place that wasn't too busy.

And eventually you did, a little restaurant tucked away between all the madness. You and Toto sat at a table by the window, the table covered in junk food and a bottle of cheap wine.

"Did you have fun tonight ?" You asked your husband, popping a fry into your mouth. He shrugs, taking a sip of wine. You can't help but roll your eyes, "you totally did! Don't lie."

Toto laughs, a grin on his face. "Yeah, okay. I did have a little fun, but maybe next time find an indoor activity?"

"Nope," you popped the P, "as your wife, it's my job to make your life unnecessarily complicated, just for fun."

He rolls his eyes, taking some fries off your plate. "You'll be the death of me."

You two ended up topping off the bottle of wine, Toto pays the bill and his fingers interlock with yours as you walk back to the car. The streets have calmed by now, but there's a few people walking around on their way to wherever.

Your husband pulls you into his side, your arm wrapped around his torso as you make it back to the car. The man has you leaning on the hood, his cold hands cupping your cheeks before he kisses you. His hands wander and you blush, stopping him.

"Not here."

"Don't tell me you're getting shy on me." He kisses along your cheek, the tip of his nose cold as it rubs against your skin.

You giggled, giving him a slight shove off of you. "We're in the middle of the street, it's more like stopping you from getting arrested for public indecency."

He laughs, opening the car door for you and letting you get in. Toto's hand rests on your thigh the entire drive back to the hotel and he can barely keep his hands off of you to make it up to the room.

His lips on your neck, arms wrapped around you from behind, the two of you giggling as you attempt to open the door.

"It's not opening," you grumbled, trying to unlock the door.

Toto pulls on the handle a bit, pressing the key to it. "Finally," he says when the lock clicks, "let me unwrap my gift."

You giggled, rolling your eyes at your husband's cheesy use of the words, but you let him drag you into the room and drop you on the bed.

He's careful, even though he's drunk - his movements are exact as he undoes the buttons on your shirt, tossing it into the pile of clothes that's developing on the floor.

"Move your legs, baby." He whispers, moving them up to rest on the edge of the bed as he drops himself down onto his knees. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him and Toto drags his fingers up your thigh, moving to your clothed pussy. 

“I like this,” he tells you, fingers rubbing over the red lace that covered your cunt.

You smile, “I know. Wore it just for you, daddy." The name makes the man smile.

Toto can feel your eyes on him, he reaches for the red lace you’re wrapped up in and tugs it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. He shifts to lay on his stomach between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way up to your cunt. 

Your eyes meet his, he knows you’re looking. He wants you to look at him. 

Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. He knew you like the back of his hand, gripping your thighs to keep them in place as his tongue lapped your clit. Your hips buck, your way of saying you want more.

Two fingers pushing into you, he glances up to see your head tossed back onto the pillows, eyes fluttering shut and your free hand groping your tit. 

Between his fingers and his tongue, your orgasm was teetering on the edge; he knew that much. 

He's sick and twisted and pulls his hands away, the sticky fingers wiped on your inner thighs. A whimper leaves your lips at the loss of fullness. 

"I hate you," you grumbled, your husband smiles as he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. "You love me."

"Sometimes."

He smiles, standing up to undo his pants. Toto pulls you back to the edge of the bed, one of your legs hitch on his hip as his hand wanders.

Your eyes fixed on his hand that was moving down your chest at the moment. Toto's lips follow his fingers, kissing and leaving little marks as he goes along his way. His tongue brushes over your nipple, your back arches involuntarily; your body betrays you. 

Your eyes find his and his hand rubbing along your thigh before pulling you toward the edge of the bed a little more before he pushes into you. The other ankle is over his shoulder now.

He fucks you the way he knows you like it; rough.

You were a sight to see; back arched off the bed, hair sprawled out in perfect curls, eyes closed and your head tilted back, his name tumbling from your lips for what felt like the millionth time.

He’s never seen a prettiest sight.

He feels you clench around him, the hand on his shoulder digs in, your nails leaving behind their own set of marks. His hand reaches between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit once again.

“Oh my god,” your hips bucked, his fingers matching the pace of his hips, your body rocking back and forth to get the most out of him.  

“C’mon pretty girl, want you to cum for me.” he says, knowing it won't be long more, especially not after him leaving you on the edge earlier.

He watches as your eyes flutter shut and he reaches you with his other hand, holding your jaw and pulling you up a little, your elbows holding up the weight of your body.

"Open your eyes, baby, look at me." He whispers, kissing you softly.

A few more sloppy thrusts and between that and his fingers, you’re over the edge.  He kisses you, muffling the noise you were making. The wetness wrapping around his cock, and with a few sloppy thrusts, he follows behind you. 

It takes you a second to gather yourself and register that your husband has collapsed on top of you. Your hands rubbing over his back.

"You okay?" you asked him quietly and the man nodded, moving so you two could lay comfortably.

Your leg draped over his, his arm wrapped over your shoulder. You catch him staring at you and you smile, nodding. "What?"

"We should come to London every year."

"Yeah," you nod, resting your head on his chest. "I'd like that."

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[multifandomgirl08]

Mini Verstappen

Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get a small surprise the first time you visit Max's apartment

Warning(s): Slight angst (if you squint), child from a past relationship (Max), reader coming to terms with her feelings (on screen), ambiguous ending

A/N: I may add more to this in the future. Right now it's just a stand-alone.

Words: 1.3k

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From the moment you met Max, you knew that he was complicated. From his busy schedule, to the people he surrounded himself with when it came to his job. You knew it would be hard to keep up with a guy like him. But you had gotten the greatest shock of your life when you had showed up at Max’s Monaco apartment.

Max knew that you were going to be visiting him, he was the one who invited you to stay with him. And given that you had been doing long distance for about 8 months it only recently seemed like things were turning serious. Max had been very secretive about his apartment, he never invited you over when you had initially met him, and given that you were doing long distance, you only got to talk to him in the morning your time.

You had knocked on his door before he opened it to see him holding a toddler. Your hand dropped from your luggage. This was the last thing you were expecting. “Hey.” He muttered.

“Hi.” You said back. It was all you really could say looking at the child sleeping on Max’s shoulder.

“You should come inside.” He pushed the door open with his free hand. You could hear the light curse in Dutch that he let out under his breath.

As you made your way into Max’s penthouse, you started to internally connect all of the dots. This was why he normally answered you only at night, this was why all of his social media accounts only had work-related things posted on them aside from the few sporadic pictures of his family.

You set your bags by the door, turning to Max to see him place the child on the couch before covering him with a blanket with little F1 cars making up the pattern.

“I normally don’t do this,” He said, his accent coming through.

You furrowed your brows together in question. “Do what?”

Max looked at the couch as if he was pointing to the child. “I don’t normally introduce people that I don’t work with to my son.”

You honestly just felt awkward standing there. You had only really been on a number of dates with Max that weren’t phone calls. You traveled often enough for work that you got to see each other a few days every month or so, but it seemed like things were going rather well between you, you hadn’t expected this however.

“Normally, the women that I start to see don’t last more than 3 or 4 months, then they start to expect things. Getting invited to races and being invited to my apartment.” He offered up. That was maybe one of the reasons why you were here, you never pressured Max into inviting you over. You never asked him for more than he was willing to give.

Max moved to sit on the couch brushing his hair to one side like he couldn’t help but fumble with something given how strange this whole thing was for both of you.

“I’ve never gotten this far with someone since I’ve had him in my life.” It made sense why. He didn’t want someone around his son only for them to leave soon after, not a lot of people could handle taking care of a child as well as being in a relationship with their parent so early on.

“How long have you had him?” You asked wondering how long Max had been a part of his son's life.

“Almost 2 years. My last long-term girlfriend ended up pregnant. At first, she was going to keep him. She gave him up at the last second. She contacted my agent since we ended things not long before she found out.” He seemed to be answering in short sentences, almost as if he was afraid that his English couldn’t keep up with him.

Max was giving you a lot of information, probably because the only people he really got to talk to about this were the guys on the grid - guys who although they were around Max’s age didn’t have a child to take care of by themselves.

You couldn’t help but walk closer, almost dragging your feet but didn’t want to wake the little boy up by doing so. He looked like Max, like he was his little copy, down to the wide smile and the slight quiver in his brow as he slept. You couldn’t help but lightly smile seeing the little boy fist the blanket in his small grip.

You moved to sit next to him waiting to see if he’d say anything else. He didn’t, he just stroked the little boy’s hair away from his forehead. You looked to Max to see his blue eyes turn stormy like he was waiting for you to leave him alone with his son.

Was he waiting for you to run?

“I’m not leaving Max.” You said.

Any other person may have run, but Max having a son from a previous relationship although a little like a wake-up call didn’t make you want to run. It just made you more aware of how serious this would be. It wouldn’t just be the two of you, there was also someone else to consider.

You saw him drop his head into his hands, seeing his shoulders shake as you heard the unmistakable sounds of him sobbing. You hadn’t seen Max cry before. He was just one of those people who knew how to keep his emotions in check. It probably had to do with all the time he spent in front of reporters. He only really let go when it was the two of you, he was all smiles. His eyes would squint when he smiled wide at you, you loved looking at him when he smiled at you over candlelight. His shoulders were relaxed, and he couldn’t stop smiling at you. That was how you knew that he was really happy.

Max didn’t look like that now, his back was stiff. He was hunched over in a way that could possibly hurt his back if he kept it up. This just showed you how uncomfortable he was in the situation.

“You’re the only one who’s stayed long enough to meet him.” He sputtered out.

Hearing that just made your stomach turn uncomfortably.

You laid your head against his shoulder wanting to say something to comfort him, but thought it would be better just to stay there with him.

“He looks like you.” You muttered.

You could feel Max’s shoulders shake again, not sure if he was still crying.

“Victoria said the same thing the first time she saw him.” He said clearly. 

You had only met Max’s sister a few times before. She seemed to like you from the conversations that you had.

“I understand why you waited to tell me about him.” You would like to find out his name, instead of referring to him as Max’s son.

“I didn’t want to drop it on you, I just didn’t know how…” Max’s eyes shifted once again to the sleeping boy.

“Well, I am a little bit shocked, and this wasn’t what I was expecting when you invited me to come spend the week with you but I’m up for it,” Max telling you he had a son wasn’t a part of your plans, however, given that you had almost been together a year. It felt nice that he was finally letting you into his world a little more.

He looked up at you, and you could see that he was shocked. His face was completely slacked, his plump lips open. His eyes were still red from crying but could see that they were getting clearer.

“His name’s Nico,” Max offered up.

You felt really tempted to reach over and move Nico’s hair from his eyes but instead just dropped your hand to Max’s lap and whispered against his cheek, “It suits him. Nico Verstappen.”

He looked at you like he wanted to tell you something, instead he just reached for your hand. Clasping them together in his grip he said, "Thank you, for not leaving."

[sterredem]

Pretty Boy

Oscar piastri x Famous!Reader

Face claim: random girls on Pinterest

Summery: When Oscar meets a pretty girl he is interested in her and decides to shoot his shot.

Word count: 938

A/N: Sooo this is my first fix. I am very nervous but I hope you like it! I know I made the polls and the results were completely different from this but I need to do a lot of research for that one so I thought that this could be fun.

Also this could be red with everything in mind. It is a female reader but you can read it with whatever job you want!

I did make it with a European singer in mind but chose what you want!

Please give feedback or comment!

Extra info for fic: the note, Insta DM’s

Y/n always felt like she was being watched. Whenever it was by her friends, paparazzi, fans or just people walking by it didn’t matter. She felt it.

But this time it was different, she didn’t know who was swatching her, normally she could figure it out really quick who was watching but now… she just couldn’t figure it out. And it also felt different then normally, this time it didn’t feel like they wanted something from her. Everyone always wanted something from her; a picture, money, publicity anything really. But no this time it felt different. The ‘stare’ felt more caring (for all she could know because stares don’t really have feelings) it felt more intense but in a good way, like they were zoned out or something. But she didn’t know who was watching her or why.

So because she couldn’t figure it out she turend back to het coffee and her work. She took a moment to look around in the cafe to look at if she can see who was staring at her. But she couldn’t figure it out.

Wat she did saw was a very handsome man talking with who she presumed to be his friends. He had brown fluffy hair and brown eyes. She had to admit he looked really pretty.

But now that she was thinking he did look away when she looked at him. And then she realized, he was the person that was ‘staring’ at her. Now she was actually thinking, that was pretty creepy.

But ignoring all that she decided that her work is more important than the pretty boy staring at her. So she turned back to het coffee and work… again.

Meanwhile Oscar or better known as ‘the pretty boy’ was star struck. Not because he knew she was famous no, but because of her beauty. She was the most beautiful girl in the world in his eyes so he couldn’t help but stare at her.

But when she turned around he knew he was caught and quickly turened around back to Lando.

Because if he was being honest it was pretty creeping with him staring at her. He just hoped she wouldn’t find it to creepy.

“Hey you okay mate?” Lando asked after Oscar spaced out for a long time.

“Huh what?” He asked still in a daze from the beautiful girl.

“Are you okay? You were liked zoned out or something.” Lando said a bit confused with how his friend was acting.

“Oh yeah I am fine. Just got distracted.” Oscar said now focusing back on the conversation.

“Okay… you sure? What got you so distracted?” Lando asked with a teasing smile.

“Oh nothing important.” Oscar said blushing a little.

“Okay I will drop it. But if you want to talk about it I’m always here.” Lando said now becoming a little more serious again. “Zak will be here in a minute so if I where you I would figure the distraction out before it becomes a problem.”

“Yeah okay, okay I will. Just wait one second okay?” Oscar said already coming up with a plan to speak with the gorgeous girl.

“Yeah, yeah okay I’ll cover for you if it takes too long” Lando said preparing to cover for his teammate.

Oscar walked away to the bar and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and write something on it.

He then waited for her to go to the bathroom (no he is not a stalker) and then walked to her table and put the piece of paper down by her work stuff and walked back to his table just in time for her to get back and for Zak and a few other members of McLaren to come into the cafe.

When y/n came back to het table from the bathroom she saw the pretty boy walking away and she saw a piece of paper on her table.

She unfolded the paper and smiled at what stood there, she grabbed her phone and goes to her instagram.

She took a quick Look at the note again.

Hey, sorry if this is a bit weird but I think you are really pretty and would like to talk some time. Btw: sorry if the staring was a bit creepy didn’t meen to stare :) if you want to talk you can just DM me on instagram. My user on there is: JackOP81.

She smiled at the note again and logged in on to her alt account and searched the user name. She followed it after she had found it and DM’d him.

Hey coffee shop guy! This is the girl you gave the note to. I am guessing your name is Jack? So hi! I would also like to get to know you.

Instagram

Pop Crave

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Pop Crave: @_Y/n_y/l/n seen in cafe working on something new? Possibly new content? We are excited to see what is going to come from this!

Comments:

User1: OMG I AM SO EXCITED FOR NEW CONTENT!

User2: This is so disrespectful! You are basically stalking her!

User3: that’s so true! It is always so disrespectful erom where they take pictures!

User4: ew not her again

User5: why are you being so mean? She is amazing!

User6: YES I LOVE HER!!!

User7: Wait weren’t Oscar and Lando there?

User8: OMG YOU ARE RIGHT!

User9: it is probably nothing! They have never been seen together! We don’t even know is y/n like F1!

JackOP81: @_not_y/n this you

Not_y/n: well we seem to both learn something new!

Would you guys like a 2nd part?

Pls comment, like or repost if you enjoyed it! And let me know any thoughts and feedback!

[the-boy-meets-evil]

34.6037° S, 58.3816° W | teaser | jww

(your latest assignment has you jetting off to argentina hoping to finally catch the infamous art thief that's escaped your agency one too many times already. you know what's at stake if you lose your focus. enter the beautiful stranger that has you questioning everything you know.)

pairing: jeon wonwoo x f.reader genre: strangers to lovers, (kinda) enemies to lovers | smut, fluff, angst rating: explicit, minors DNI (for the full fic) word count: ~1k for the teaser (full fic here) warnings (for the full fic, teaser has none): art thief!wonwoo, secret agent!reader, very brief mentions of death & bloody past (again, reader is a secret agent), mentions of past violence, mentions of weapons, food, drinking, ambiguous ending, smut warnings on the full fic

a/n: this fic is for the amazing world tour collab for @svthub. i'm excited that i got to be part of it! the full fic will be posted on june 28th. if you'd like to be tagged, leave a comment, send an ask, or fill out my permanent tag form here

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Reluctantly, you move to sit down with him. It’s kind of insane the way he’s thrown you off your game by just existing. Usually, you’re the one that’s disarming strangers with your charm, not the other way around. As soon as you sit down, he looks back at the book he has open in front of him. It gives you a chance to figure out if he’s actually that attractive that it’s thrown you off or if you’re still just jet-lagged. 

His glasses slide down a nearly too perfect nose and he pushes them up without missing a beat. His black hair is a little messy and a little long, falling carelessly around his face as he gets lost in whatever book he has open in front of him. His clothes make him look a little too fancy to be sitting in a cafe overrun with tourists like this. Somehow, he makes a cardigan over a dress shirt with nice, pressed slacks work without looking like he’s trying too hard. Everything about him just exudes calm, confident energy. Like the kind of person you would assume comes from old money. Unassuming, yet standing out without even meaning to. It reminds you of some of the landmarks you saw that morning, like rich history perfectly combined with modern needs. 

Thankfully, at least some of your training kicks back in and you manage to keep it from being too obvious that you’re one step away from fully checking him out. Your new tablemate seems content to sit in silence, though, so you pick at your food while going through some of the pictures on your camera. Today is about getting the lay of the land as much as anything else. It’s not like you can just find your infamous art thief without knowing where to look. 

“I’m sure you got some great shots,” he says, drawing your attention again. When you look up, his eyes are on your camera. 

“Oh, yeah, it’s so hard to really capture the feeling of something through a camera, but I definitely try,” you say.

“I saw you at The Obelisk and I thought, I’ve never seen someone so focused in my entire life,” he says, except now he’s looking at you.

“There must have been thousands of people there. How did you pick me out?” you ask with a laugh. 

The mystery man shrugs. “Like I said, you were focused. And not in the way a lot of influencers who travel for the perfect picture are. I knew that it was more than that for you.” 

“It is,” you agree. “I’m studying the history and the culture down here. Just got in last night.” 

“Can I see the picture you landed on?” he ventures. 

You hesitate. Your pictures are good, sure, but you’re not actually doing anything that serious when you’re down here. Since it’s supposed to be part of your cover, you should feel confident. After a moment, you hand your camera over to him with your favorite picture in the display window. 

“Be kind. My focus is language and history first, not photography,” you toss out. Another layer to the cover. 

“This is amazing,” he says and seems earnest. “Can I look through the rest?”

Again, you pretend to consider. This time it’s for the sake of the persona you’re committing to. It’s not like there’s anything on there from before today since it’s a fresh SD card. 

“I promise to be kind,” he presses and you roll your eyes.

“Fine,” you say and he smiles. 

It’s hard not to notice the amount of care he uses while handling your camera. Maybe he knows something about photography and realizes it’s an expensive model. Or maybe he’s just gentle with something that clearly means a lot to someone else. It’s also easier to feel like you can appreciate things about him when his attention is somewhere else. Like he won’t notice the way your eyes map his features, noting the furrow in his brows or how smooth his skin is. Or the way his hair seems absolutely perfect without any product in it. None of it seems fair that he should just get to walk around looking like that.

“I’m surprised not to find a picture of myself on here,” he starts and it pulls you from your thoughts. There’s a moment where you wonder if he’s secretly self-centered, until you meet his eyes and see the glint there. “You know, with how you’ve been studying me.” 

“I appreciate beauty wherever I see it,” you answer, trying to channel more boldness than you feel. 

“Are you saying I’m beautiful?” he questions, entirely too at-ease. 

“I don’t think you need confirmation on that,” you scoff and look out the window. “It wasn’t me that noticed you earlier.” 

“A shame for me,” he muses. “I appreciate beautiful things as well.”

He hands your camera back with his eyes locked on you. It makes your skin feel a little flushed and you hate it. Hate that you’re always able to keep your cool in any situation and still so completely disarmed by this man. Hate that it’s him that breaks the moment, too, when he looks down at the expensive watch on his wrist with a sigh.

“Late for something?” you venture. 

“Something like that,” he agrees and puts his book away in a bag you hadn’t noticed. “I’m glad you sat down though.” 

“Me too,” you admit a little too quickly as he’s standing up.

“Enjoy your afternoon, beautiful stranger,” he says and you twist around.

“Wait, I didn’t get your name,” you call and he stops by the door. The smile he throws your way sends a tingle down your spine.

“I hope we’ll run into each other again, then,” he says.

i hope you enjoyed this little snippet!

[sanctus-ingenium]

another one of these posts lol... sketches vs final. not much changed for these ones, i kind of went into them with a very solid mental image already in my head. all of these were done start to finish in procreate

thoughts below the cut

horse fight .... this is based off a really really beautiful sky i saw while driving home one evening. i'm really proud of getting the colours i saw exactly right, this kind of greenish yellow fading to dark blue and with grey clouds low over it that looked very dark against the yellow by the horizon, but very pale against the dark blue.

i thought it would be a cool backdrop to draw a scene i've been thinking about for a while. The little cartoony horses are there to provide some tonal whiplash but also because these are two immortal shapeshifters who can fight violently without it being a huge deal. the little horses represent the actual gravity of the fight (that is, kind of a slap fight between two drama queens) which contrasts with the visuals of two animals brutally tearing at eachother. also i got the two horses at the bottom mixed up, Pascal is the one with the skinny plumed tail and Macha has a more traditional horse tail and i put them on the wrong sides.

i had a LOT of trouble shading this. i didn't want the horses to be too shiny but that meant a much lower contrast in shading and even with my screen brightness turned up i could barely see what i was doing. but i wanted it to read as realistic. mixed results i think. if i did it again i might try a different shading style because this one didn't really do it for me

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spooky van!!! the post i deleted by accident (rip. i will repost it soon). this is a picture of the barrow (the field) taking a different shape - in this case a cool van. the van contains every single thing the field does (including the human victims that get lost in there...) but compressed down into a manageable shape. the void is Pascal because the field is inside him. he did this for his human bf to provide novel way to travel through the Otherworld. don't ask how this works like, spatially, because the answer is: i don't do hard magic systems in this setting

i loooove shading things with pencil hatching and i really like contrasting it with smooth colours/shading so that's mainly what i did here. it was simple enough. the van is of course heavily referenced and i wish i had been able to stylise it a little more.. maybe next time. i want to draw a kind of cutaway illustration of the van showing exterior and interior (like an old blueprint schematic), which i might use as a cover for the book/comic/whatever but that will require a very intimidating level of precision so i think i'll work up to that.

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RUA magazine. this is my third time doing a rua magazine cover (first time posting tho). this is an in-universe magazine distributed throughout the Otherworld to an audience of fairies. in the sketch, the illustation was originally the King of Pentacles tarot card (the pentacle being the disco ball). but i decided to make a different King of Pentacles card for him instead, since I try hard to move away from symmetrical composition for the tarot cards (it's boring). so i repurposed this one into another magazine cover. like i said Pascal is a self-absorbed attention whore and has a habit of giving bullshit interviews just so that he can be on the cover as much as possible. he dresses like this all the time (the year is 2017)

the disco ball took 15 years off my life and it's not even the first disco ball i've drawn! i finished my actual king of pentacles card before i finished the rua cover sketch, so i can show u this

which is much better even if i did reference so heavily that it isn't exactly stylised. but this card needs some serious revision before i even think about posting it. i'm just not happy with his face.

original intent was for it be mysterious with emphasis on the neon lights but it ended up far more suggestive than i expected. that's life!

[world0fmadness]

I BURN FOR YOU

oscar piastri x black metal vocalist! reader

♡ general dating headcanons for oscar with a black metal vocalist partner!

୨୧ my first f1 headcanons in a little tiny while, i hope they’re okay lol, my birthday is coming up on the 21st and i feel like i’m having a midlife crisis right now so it might not be my best work </3

♡ related smau available here and related hc available here | view my formula 1 masterlist here

reading music recommendations: upon frigid winds by hulder - the oracle by mythic - angel ripper by aura noir

♡ this relationship is literally sunshine x sunshine protector and you are NOT the sunshine…

୨୧ oscar is the sunshine, obviously! and you’re just the taller, more intimidating, partner who evil eyes anyone looking at your sunshine weird

♡ fans make a LOT of memes and jokes due to just how vastly different you guys are, in both style and personality…

୨୧ a lot of these jokes consist of people insisting he must be paying you to be a form of protection or something due to how uneasy some opposing drivers looks when they see you

♡ he doesn’t at all understand how your throat isn’t ripped to shreds and constantly in pain from the vocals you do! he has a serious amount of respect for you because of it, he thinks you’re SO fucking cool

୨୧ after a concert, he’ll always whisk you off to a local convenience store to buy some slushes for soothing your raw throat <3

♡ if your voice ever sounds majorly scratchy and just kind of weird after a show ( which it usually always does ) he really babies you…

“ love… listen to your voice! it sounds like it hurts to speak, christ… what will i do with you? ” ( you always jokingly roll your eyes as he frets, telling him he’s worse than your mother / father )

୨୧ oscar calls you “ magpie ” due to all of the shiny accessories you collect and wear over time!

♡ he absolutely loves coming with you to do metal magazine photoshoots! whenever he can, he accompanies you and the photographer to some woodland or a historic cemetery to take pictures

୨୧ for once, he doesn’t feel like the celebrity… the photographer never has an interest in taking his picture and he loves it! he just gets to admire you from the sidelines, speaking up to tell you a pose looks nice

♡ and speaking of metal magazines, oscar has ALL of the magazine issues you’ve ever featured in, he has some of the ones you’re covering on in little frames

୨୧ somehow he even has the first magazine you were EVER featured in… you don’t know how the hell he got that because it was years before you guys even knew each other existed, it was out of circulation and super hard to find being resold but he simply tells you he has his ways

♡ oscar is one of the few drivers on the grid i can see actually listening to and liking some black metal bands!

୨୧ he didn’t listen to them before you guys got together but since it’s pretty much all you listen to in the house and car, he found himself getting into it and bobbing his head to the music…

♡ you were SO happy when you noticed this, always nodding at him with a small smile as he gave a slightly shy smile back

“ i like this one, this is darkthrone, right? yeah… this one is good ” ( when he started really remembering and recognising bands, you knew he was the one )

୨୧ he thinks you look so good with corpse paint on!

♡ absolutely loves when you try out different designs for it and ask for his opinion, thinks the grumpy cat type one is so damn cute

୨୧ he’s not a huge fan of how your corpse paint is after a concert though, half melted down your face as you press a sloppy kiss on his lips, transferring most of the paint onto his face as he slightly grimaces at the stickiness

“ you were amazing, love! eugh… right, let’s get this washed off then, yeah? ” ( you usually smirk at him before grabbing his face and smushing it against yours, transferring even more paint as he yells )

♡ you did his corpse paint once, going with a pretty simple design for his first time! he kept smiling as you moved the brush, he was just so happy you were including him in something so special

୨୧ when it was done and he looked in the mirror, he was so awestruck… he swore on everything that is holy ( or unholy, really ) that it’s the coolest he’s ever looked and felt in his entire life <3 and you just think he looks really hot… his corpse paint doesn’t last long as you really can’t hold back the urge to make out with him which leads to his paint smudging all over your face

♡ y’know how someone in a relationship will often “ steal ” their partners clothes?

୨୧ yeah, oscar does this with you… he’s stolen SO many of your band t-shirts :( he just thinks the designs are so good and they smell like you which is a huge plus! you never get mad when he walks by you wearing one though, they suit him

♡ he can’t get enough of watching you get ready for a concert too!

୨୧ he’ll sit on the small couch in your dressing room, eyes shining with admiration and a small smile on his face as he gazes at you, watching you pull on your gauntlets and bullet belt

♡ speaking of gauntlets and bullet belts, he thinks black metal fashion in general is insanely fucking sweet

୨୧ you’re telling him you damn near dress up as a knight? with leather? a sword on your hip? and chain mail? literally the most awesome thing ever to him

“ more leather? you sure, love? it’s quite humid tonight! maybe go for your jeans instead… ” ( you know he’s right but leather is just so much more brutal than jeans )

♡ it fulfils an almost childlike wonder inside of him, you remind him of a fantasy character he would see in a video game and aspire to be like when he was a kid

୨୧ oscar does not like when he hears people stereotype metalheads as greasy, dirty goat fuckers because he knows more than anyone you and your friends are actually super hygienic when it comes to your hair, your hair is always so glossy and soft! he’s always been jealous of yours and your friends hair…

♡ of course you do stuff with pigs blood and stuff but you don’t slaughter the animal yourself! you just get it from a butcher, he hates when people try to paint you and your friends to be cruel and horrible

୨୧ some other drivers on the grid find you to be slightly intimidating… even when you’re not in your full stage outfit you’re usually still pretty dressed up in leather, combat boots, small gauntlets and at least one bullet belt… not to mention you very rarely have a smile on your face!

♡ though when oscar assures them you’re really a super nice person, they start to approach you more!

୨୧ i think lewis would be the most talkative with you, i can just see him having a massive amount of interest and respect for the metal scene <3 he likes asking about your lyric writing process and such, he finds your presence to be calming!

♡ oscar is a VERY good listener, he absolutely loves listening to you talk about the history of black metal and read new lyrics to him

୨୧ y’know books like lords of chaos, the swedish metal story and the death archives? yeah he takes them from your collection to read in his drivers room! his jaw gaping open and numbing “ jesus christ ” under his breath at some of the things written in said books

♡ but he seriously loves to come home to you and talk about what he read! asking you if you’ve ever met some of the people mentioned and what you think of them

୨୧ you showed him varg vikernes’ twitter one time and now it’s kind of routine for you guys to browse it and laugh at it every couple of days… seriously varg, take your meds and put the phone down

♡ when you guys first started dating, you got him to watch until the ligh takes us and oh my god did that documentary change this man’s life

୨୧ he was SO interested in it and wanted to have a in depth conversation about it with you when the credits rolled, he is a chatter box when he finds something interesting!

♡ he recommends the documentary to literally everyone he knows now, he thought it was just amazing <3 he kind of has a major man crush on fenriz now, woah! who said that? not me…

[narrycherries]

🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 7 (dadrry)

You and Harry celebrate a birthday and.. a new baby?

masterlist

word count: 3k

warnings/tags: harry x reader, fluff, dadrry

You were running around the house trying to tend to the guests as Harry kept an eye on the baby. Today was the celebration of her big day, which was actually tomorrow. It was hard for you to believe your baby was now a year old. It felt like yesterday you saw that first positive pregnancy test.

The gathering was by no means large. It was mostly your close family and friends. It could’ve been a group of five people and you’d still freak out and overthink every single thing.

Harry had some catering done for the party. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but a variety of foods that would make everyone happy. The theme of the party was centered around flowers. Vivian loves flowers so much. One of her favorite things to do is play outside and pick the tiny flowers out of the grass. Even when you have a bouquet on the dining table, she reaches for them and wants to push her face into them - her way of smelling them, you assumed. She loves colorful things, and flowers have always amazed her.

A few of your friends had small children, so Vivian was occupied by playing with them on the living room floor. Harry was sitting on the couch behind her, watching her closely to make sure she didn’t put anything in her mouth or get hurt by the toddlers. They wouldn’t intentionally do anything to her, but they were more mobile and rough than she was. Your mom was sitting next to him, a smile on her face as she watched the kids play.

“Still no plans for a second baby?” She was partially joking and being serious at the same time.

Harry laughed, slightly nervous, and shook his head. “Not right now, no. She’s still got a lot of growing up to before we get to that point.”

“Has her anxiety gotten better?”

That was still a sensitive topic for him to discuss, but he knew he wouldn’t be criticized by your mom. He wiped his palms on his thighs and let out a deep breath. Your mom could tell he was a little anxious about her asking that.

“Yeah. She’s definitely improved. We’re working on it.”

“She’s such a good baby.” Your mom leaned up, resting her chin in her hand as she watched them. “They just take her toys away and she just watches them.”

Harry glanced around, trying to find you, but he had no luck. “She’s gentle.. she’s not really selfish with her toys.”

You were in the kitchen now, trying your best to keep things cleaned up and organized. There were cupcakes for the guests that were covered in flowers made from icing. The baby had her own small cake that she would get to destroy soon. There was a mix of faux and real flowers decorating the kitchen and living room. You wanted to make sure everything was cute but not overdone. Besides, she’s just a year old, she won’t remember the details. But pictures and videos will be taken, so having everything straightened out was a priority.

There was a spot on the counter you had designated for the bottles of water to sit on and you noticed they were depleting. You grabbed some out of the fridge and started filling in the empty space on the counter. Just as you turned around, Harry appeared in front of you, making you jump and throw your hand over your chest.

“Harry.” You sighed out as you realized it was just him.

He chuckled while taking hold of your waist to pull you closer. “What are you doing in here, busy bee?”

“Trying to keep everything flowing.” You looked over your shoulder at the water bottles. You were satisfied with how many you had gotten out. “Where’s Viv?”

“She’s playing.” He nodded his head towards the living room.

You pushed your hand through your hair, shoving it out of your face. Even though you spent time curling it before the party started, you didn’t care how it looked at this point. Harry noticed how tired you seemed to be, and he didn’t want you to overwork yourself during what’s supposed to be a fun and relaxed time.

“Hey, stop doing all these little things and come in here with us.”

You shook your head as your hand went up to his neck. “Someone has to keep it cleaned and organized.”

He gave you a slight cock of his eyebrow. “Your mom already told you she’d do all that.”

“Harry, please don’t.. start.”

“I’m not trying to argue, baby. I just don’t want you disappearing so much.. You’re going to miss the little moments.”

Hearing him say that was heart breaking. You looked down at his chest and started chewing on your cheek. He gave you a squeeze, but you ignored him and tried your best to hold in your tears. This was an issue you had been silently facing for the past few days, and especially since this morning. Your baby was growing up and you wanted her first party to be perfect, even if it wasn’t going to be a huge ordeal. You wanted this to be placed in a spot and that to be arranged a certain way - everything had to be perfect.

The fear of missing out on your child’s life is something you’ve had to face since the day she was born. You never wanted to miss a moment with her, big or small, and right now you were risking that. Sure, the kitchen was a little messy from the food and the decorations, and the living room was loud and full of people - but it wasn’t a big deal.

“Has she.. has she been okay? I.. don’t want her to think I left her.” You asked with a tear threatening to fall from your eye.

Harry slid his arms all the way around you, forcing you into his embrace. You huffed as your bodies collided and he held you as tight as he could. You wanted to pause the entire day and just relax for a moment. Your mind was racing with thoughts and worries and your heart was struggling to keep up. This was a special day, and you felt like you had missed it.

“She’s been fine, I promise.” He assured you with a kiss to your temple. “She’s been playing and, well, mostly watching the other kids play.”

You pouted as you leaned back, your eyes finding his. “Watching them?”

He smiled. “You know our little bug is shy.”

“They’re not being mean, are they?”

Harry laughed a little. “No, they’ve been nice to her. She’s just.. curious but too shy to play with them.”

“My poor baby. She’s so tiny and quiet.”

He grinned back. “She’s observant.. she’ll be a leader one day.”

“And everyone else.. are they having an okay time?” Your worry was still evident, but you were starting to calm down some.

“Yeah, everyone’s fine. They’ve been asking about you.” He lifted his brows and gave you a look. “Join us and stop working so hard.”

“I will-“

You were interrupted by the sudden sound of a balloon popping followed by familiar screaming. Harry furrowed his brows before untangling himself from you and hurrying to see what happened. You followed behind him, sort of on edge as the sound of Vivian’s crying echoed through the house. You could hear people trying to soothe her, but it wasn’t working.

Harry ran over to your mom, who was holding your screaming baby. He carefully took her and walked away from the crowd in the living room. She cried into his shoulder as he rubbed her back. The sight made you frown. He met you by the stairs and shook his head in disbelief. She was screaming like something was terribly wrong.

“Hey, hey, shh.” You said in a calm voice as you gently touched the back of her head. “Vivy, it’s okay, baby girl.”

“Ma ma.” She said through her cries, tears flooding her eyes and spit covering Harry’s shoulder.

“Hey, you’re okay, my sweet love. Da da’s got you, hm? You’re okay.” You pressed a kiss to her forehead, but she was still very upset.

“Oh, darling, I’m so sorry.” Harry said in a whisper, trying to get her to relax but his voice wasn’t enough right now. “Daddy will get rid of all those scary balloons, yeah? How dare they do that to you, princess.”

You smiled at words and let your hand fall to cover his. “If Daddy has it his way, you’ll never have balloons at your parties ever again.”

He chuckled and adjusted her so that she was sitting up. She realized you were right there, so she was content with the new position. You held your hands out for her and she gladly leaned towards you. Harry smiled as you took her and she gave you a big hug. There was still sadness all over her cute face, but you knew she’d be okay.

“I don’t think she’s ever heard one pop before.” Harry said as he watched you console her.

Your hand was rubbing slow circles into her back as you slightly rocked from side to side. She was starting to cheer up some. Harry stepped behind you and started messing with her nose, giving it a poke every couple seconds. She would smile at him, then giggle as he did it again.

“See, just got scared, yeah? Nothing wrong.” He said as she grinned at him. He tapped her cheek, then her nose again. “Pretty girl.”

“Maybe some cake will make her feel better.”

Harry gave her a gasp and widened his eyes. “Cake! Do you want your cake, baby girl?”

She squealed at him, and that was all the confirmation you needed.

It was time for the cake now, and you were a bit unsure about how she would handle everyone crowding around her and staring at her. But, you kept an open mind and put her in the highchair as Harry got the cake. Vivian was glancing around at everyone, but she didn’t seem too distressed. You laughed as her eyes lit up when Harry placed the cake in front of her. You didn’t worry yourself with taking pictures, since you knew for sure your mom was going to do all of that for you.

Harry placed the candle one shaped in the center and put a lighter flame up to it. She jumped at the flame, her eyes looking up at Harry. He smiled at her, then started singing to her. Everyone joined in and you couldn’t resist laughing as she darted her eyes around the room. She was definitely confused by everyone singing in unison to her, but she wasn’t freaking out.

When the song ended, you leaned down and blew the candle out. She just sat there, staring at the cake and staying quiet. Harry grabbed her hand and moved it onto the cake. The second she touched one of the icing sculpted flowers, she squealed and squeezed her fingers into it. It mushed all over her hand and she started giggling.

“My sweet girl.. you’re the cutest.” Harry said as he watched her dig her hands into the icing.

“Give it a taste, honeybun.” You guided her hand to her lips. She opened her mouth and instantly liked the flavor of the icing, the pure sugar.

“She’s going to be wild after this.” Harry said with a laugh, shaking his head as he watched her try to shove all the icing in her mouth that was covering her hand. It was mostly smearing all over her face, but it was adorable to watch.

While she kept on eating the cake, or more so playing with it, you assisted your mom in handing out cupcakes and cookies covered in royal icing flowers to the guests. The other kids were just as excited about the cupcakes and icing as Vivian was.

“You’re a mess, baby doll.” Harry chuckled as he watched her go for another handful of the icing. This time she got some of the strawberry flavored cake in with the icing.

After letting her mess with the cake for ten or so minutes, you ushered everyone into the living room so she could open her presents. Before that was possible, Harry had to wipe the icing off her face and arms and change her into a clean outfit. Your mom helped him out since it was quite a task to do alone. He was trying to avoid getting the icing on himself or all over the place, so having extra hands was helpful.

You laid a blanket down on the floor so she could have somewhere soft to sit while she opened the gifts. One of the older kids helped you bring the gifts to where you were sitting. It wasn’t a lot, mainly because you requested for people to go light on the gifting, but it was going to be enough for her to have fun.

After a little bit, Harry showed up with her all cleaned and changed. You gave her a grin as he sat down next to the blanket and placed her on it. Her eyes went straight to the bag sitting in front of you with tissue paper sticking out of the top.

You let her pull the paper out and throw it around while you tended to actually getting the gifts out. You tried to show her, but she wasn’t interested. It made everyone smile and laugh each time she would push your hand away and opt to ball her fist into the tissue paper.

Eventually, she crawled to Harry’s lap and climbed on his legs. He held her waist as she played with a piece of the paper, crushing it up and shaking it in the air. He was amused by her interest in the tissue paper.

Once you opened everything and thanked everyone for their contributions, the party was starting to die down. The gifts consisted mostly of clothes, diapers, and a few toys. Harry took the time to carry all of the stuff to her nursery to deal with later, but mostly to get it out of the way for now. Plus, he didn’t want you to caught up in doing that. He wanted you to enjoy the final bit of the party. He fully intended on cleaning up afterwards and doing any other chores he wanted you to avoid.

That night, after the baby’s bath and Harry rocking her to sleep, you stood next to her crib and just looked down at her for a while. Harry was quiet as he put away the diapers, clothes, and the other items from the party. He didn’t mind doing the cleaning earlier or giving her a bath, but you felt guilty. If anything, he was glad you were relaxing. Whereas you figured you weren’t doing enough..

“What a day, hm?” He said softly as he came up behind you, his hands sliding onto your waist.

“I hope she had fun.” You muttered back as your hand wrapped around the railing.

He leaned around and kissed your cheek. “She did.”

“I can’t believe she won’t be a little baby anymore.”

He smiled gently, pressing another kiss to your skin. “She’ll always be our little baby.”

You sigh. “I.. I know. I just.. want time to slow down.”

Harry’s arms snaked around your stomach and he pulled your body against his. You let your head fall back on his chest, wishing you could freeze time.

“Your mom.. asked me about us having more kids again.”

You closed your eyes and pushed out a breath. “I told her to stop doing that.”

“Maybe she’s.. on to something.”

You furrowed your brows and opened your eyes. “What?”

You heard him gulp. He squeezed you for a moment, then let you go. You were confused, but he grabbed your body to rotate you. When your eyes met, he was calm and relaxed while you were confused and somewhat anxious.

“I mean.. we’ve loved having a baby.. maybe we could.. have another one.”

You scoffed at him, sort of in disbelief that you were hearing this. “Harry, we’ve already talked about this.”

“I know but.. we could talk again.”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t want that right now.”

He didn’t say anything, just gave you a half smile. You couldn’t tell if he was upset or annoyed by your protest. You grabbed his forearms and sunk your nails into his warm skin.

“I love you.. but not right now. She’s just a year old.” You saw his features shift, his eyes looked sad and his lips shaped into a frown.

“It was just a thought I had earlier.”

You licked your lips, stalling as you tried to find words to say back to him. “I don’t want to rush her childhood just to have another baby. I.. I want her to have as much attention as she needs and wants.”

He gave you a nod, his eyes moving away from yours. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, it’s.. it’s okay, Harry.” You quickly moved your hands to his chest, trying to get his attention. “I promise.”

“No, it’s my fault. I.. I already know how you feel about it.”

You grabbed his jaw and angled his head so you could see eyes. “It’s okay.”

He didn’t say anything, just gave you a soft smile. You weren’t entirely sure if it was genuine or some kind of facade to hide his feelings. This all came up very expectedly. Harry’s made it clear with you and has agreed with you multiple times that he’s content with how your family is right now. Waiting would be best, and up until now he’s never said otherwise.

The baby made a little noise that caught your attention. You turned in Harry’s hold and looked down at her. She was perfectly fine, asleep and still. You thought about the idea of having a second baby. What if Vivian felt overshadowed and pushed to the side? What if that new baby didn’t feel as loved as her? What if you were only capable of loving one child? You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. It was useless to worry over this right now. You only have one baby, and tomorrow is her birthday.

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Photographed by Astrid Kirchherr from 1960 to 1968.

“For me it was a very natural thing. I didn’t know it was so hard because there weren’t a lot of female photographers around in that period." - Astrid Kirchherr, Astrid Kirchherr: A Retrospective “[H]e always treated me with so much sweetness. I think he understood real love, deep love, more than the others. Professionally, I always remember how serious he was… how determined he was to make sure that I received the creative credit I deserved. George was a sweet man, who, despite reflections on him by others, was really the least complicated of the Beatles… at least to me.” - Astrid Kirchherr, When They Were Boys (2013) “Astrid was dressing like that [in leather] when we were still just Liverpool scruffs. She was the one who had the leather kecks and the Beatle haircut. […] Astrid was so loving; she’d take us home and feed us. She helped us a lot, even just to let us have a bath. Astrid was twenty-two at that time, and I was seventeen; she seemed so much older than me, and so grown up… [...] Astrid was the one, really, who influenced our image more than anybody.” - George Harrison, The Beatles Anthology “He said ‘Oh by the way, I need a cover or an inner sleeve for my next LP [Wonderwall Music]’ and he said ‘I would like you to take it.’ […] Then he offered to build me a studio in London to take pictures and asked me if I could think it over. I was so unsure about me being a photographer, because of The Beatles boom, and I was thinking ‘Am I really good or am I just a Beatles photographer?’ So I just gave him a call and said ‘No, I don’t want to,’ and the only thing he answered was ‘Well you are my little fool.’” - Astrid Kirchherr, Astrid Kirchherr: A Retrospective “George was always my favorite, his kindness and his wit. He was just a wonderful person and whenever I was in trouble, like with money and things, he was always looking after me and he invited me a couple of times to London and later on to Henley. I just miss him terribly because he was like a little guardian angel for me, I feel like I am in a way lost without him.” - Astrid Kirchherr, Astrid Kirchherr: A Retrospective (x)

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Chapter 22

Summary: Reader and Wanda go on their very first date.

A/n: HELLLLOOOO!!! So sorry for the VERY late update. I was working on this almost everyday once I started to feel more comfortable at my new job. But it was slow going with a few stuck moments. Anyway! Hope y'all enjoy now that we are FINALLY HERE!! Enjoy!

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You and Wanda slosh through the front door of her house. Both of you are drenched in water and covered in mud. The heel of one of her shoes is dangling from the bottom as it had broken at some point in the date. You are both exhausted from the evening. Wanda doesn’t care as the two track mud into the house and crash on the couch with their soggy clothes. You sigh as you throw your head back. 

“You are never allowed to do witchcraft with your friends ever again,” you mutter tiredly. 

Wanda scoffs, “Believe me. I’m never risking it again. Agatha really knows her stuff.” 

Hours Earlier 

You adjust your collar a couple of times as you wait outside of Wanda’s house. You knock on the door again and look at the time on your watch. You're almost certain she's in her room getting ready and that she will come down stairs as she is putting on an eating as say that you could have just come in. But the two of you agreed to treat this date like a blind date. No expectations of each other. You ring the doorbell this time and continue to wait. 

Wanda opens the door and continues to blindly search to connect the two ends of her earring. You smirk as you step inside. “You know that you could have just walked in, right?” You chuckle softly to yourself, you certainly do know her better than you thought you did. 

“Wanda Maximoff?” You say dumbly and when she has the earring locked onto her earlobe she drops her hands and looks at you to see if you’re being serious. 

“Really? You take my words too seriously sometimes,” she mumbles as she shakes her head with a scoff. You wink as you hold out the bouquet of flowers that you bought for her. She accepts them with a smile. “Thank you, this was very thoughtful of you.” She takes your hand and walks you into the kitchen so that she can hand you a vase she had put away. “Set them up for me while I finish getting ready please,” Wanda presses her soft lips against your jawline. You feel your heart flutter at the small display of affection. 

“Yeah, no problem,” you wink at her and take the vase and flowers as she runs up the stairs. It takes you no time at all to properly add the flowers to the vase. What takes you more time is figuring out where the best place to leave it is. You end up setting it in the middle of the table. Then you make your way up to her room. She is sitting at her vanity, finishing up her makeup. 

“I thought we didn’t know each other,” she jokes as you sit on the edge of her bed. 

You let off a soft huff of a laugh, “I thought it was a good idea at first. But it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. I just want this date to be as relaxing as possible. Considering that you and your friends cursed it.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Oh please, we are not capable of cursing anything.” 

You lift your shoulders up with an unconvinced expression. “If you say so.” 

“I need your help, heels or no heels?” Wanda asks as she holds up a nice flat shoe and an even nicer heel with a red bottom. You tilt your head to the side as you consider both options. You hum and picture her in either shoe and her comfortability. 

“I don’t know how you feel about wearing heels but I’m thinking you should wear the heels. If you’re not comfortable with that, stay safe and go with the flats,” you give your honest opinion. Wanda nods considering your words and hands you both heels. You take the cue and kneel in front of her to put her foot in each heel. 

“I don’t wear them often but this feels like a special occasion to go all out,” Wanda says as she smiles down at you. Noticing how your touch is so delicate on her ankles as you slip her heels on her. 

You grin and wink as you look up at her. You rise and offer your hands to help her stand. As she does, she falls against you and you catch her easily. You steady the both of you with a small laugh. “Woah! Are you okay?” 

Wanda nods, “Uh, yeah. I just got a little light headed. I was a little nervous about this all day. I’m honestly not sure if I’ve eaten today.” You shake her head and quietly scold her for not taking better care of herself. Before the two of you leave you have her drink a glass of water. 

On the way to the restaurant, she jams along to the playlist that you typically play for Rachel. She knows almost all of the songs and attempts to sing the chorus to the ones she doesn’t know. You chuckle and let her know that’s how you sing all of the songs. She lightly smacks your shoulder and says that you need to join her. You shake your head, knowing that you’re mostly going to be mumbling instead of singing because this isn’t your typical playlist. You forgot it was on until Wanda turned on your stereo. It was too late to switch it once she was singing along. 

Because of wanting to avoid running into anyone that either of you know, you made reservations at a restaurant an hour and a half away from where the two of you live. Halfway through the drive you reach your hand out and lace your fingers through hers. She smiles at you and you wink at her. This is going to be the best first date of your life. You can feel it. 

When you arrive the restaurant appears to be very busy. The entrance is crowded and so is the bar. You feel some relief because you made the reservations on Wednesday when you and Wanda had a moment to talk about where to go. She had said that someone recommended it to her once but she couldn’t for the life of her remember. But the relief dissipates when the hostess warns you that even though you made reservations it’s a forty-five minute wait. You and Wanda try to find a spot at the bar to wait but every chance a seat opens up, it’s stolen by another couple. You start to grow frustrated and Wanda can sense it, she starts to rub your back to calm you and it instantly does. Her delicate touch relaxes the tense muscles in your body. You thank her with a kiss on her temple and wrap your arm around her waist. She leans into your chest as she continues to rub your back. 

“Maybe we should have picked a diner in the middle of nowhere,” you remark softly. Wanda responds with a small laugh as she turns to face you in your arms.

“Where’s the fun in that?” She says as she leans her chin on your shoulder and looks up at you. 

“I’d feel a little better about waiting if you ate something today,” you make a face letting her know that she shouldn’t have skipped any meals today. 

“Stop worrying about me,” Wanda says. “Go back to pretending that I'm a stranger and this is a blind date.” 

You shake your head and hum. “I guess we're pretending that I’m an asshole tonight too,” you joke. Wanda's stomach grumbles. “See?” You tilt your head down to talk to her stomach. “I'm trying to tell her to feed you. She doesn't want to listen.” Wanda rolls her eyes with a smile, amused by your antics. 

A blond-ish brunette-ish pregnant woman overhears your conversation and puts her hand on Wanda’s shoulder to get her attention. “My husband does the same thing to me. How far along are you? You are so lucky, you aren't showing at all!” You and Wanda both freeze for a moment at the question. Then you both laugh at the situation. 

“No, sorry, I'm not, we're just…” Wanda stumbles on her explanation. 

“It's our first date,” you clarify with a grin. Wanda nods in agreement. 

“Oh!” The pregnant woman covers her mouth as her blue eyes widen. “I’m so sorry! You two just seem so comfortable! Not at all first date energy.” You and Wanda nod with wide grins, she pats your back a couple of times and you squeeze her hip. 

“Thank you. We've been friends for almost a year now. Our kids have been friends a little bit longer than us actually and they hang out all of the time so it's brought us closer,” you explain with a grin as you think about their little plan to get you and Wanda together. It was sweet that they could even see what's meant to be. 

“Oh, that's lovely,” the woman smiles as she rubs her belly as she speaks. 

“Honey, our table is ready,” her husband says as returns to her side. He's a taller man with brunette hair with gray sides and a salt and pepper beard. The woman says it was a lovely chat while her husband escorts her towards the hostess. 

You and Wanda share a look as the idea of being mistaken for a married or expecting couple sticks in your minds. It also reminds you of the first night the two of you went out as friends. The way that you both lied to the overly flirty waiter about your relationship and even claimed Wanda was pregnant that night. 

You know that you're still not ready to have another child but if Wanda wanted to try for one in the near future, you wouldn't be opposed to having conversations about it. Though, you doubt she is considering it. Especially since she only recently got in a better place about the miscarriage of her daughter. It took a toll on her. It didn't help that she had lost her father around the same time. Then shortly after, her husband confessed to an affair and left her. As you think of all that she has overcome in the past few years before you even met her, you cannot fathom how she managed to get through it all. 

You take a moment to gaze at her and admire her for her strength. She is truly beautiful and strong in your eyes. 

“What's that look for,” Wanda asks in a soft tone. 

“What look?” You ask dumbly. 

“That look,” Wanda points to your face and it makes you laugh. 

“Nothing, I'm just thinking about how beautiful and strong you are.” 

Wanda blushes and hides her face in your chest. “I swear, you make me feel like a teenager,” she mumbles when she pulls back slightly. 

“Uh oh, I hope that's a good thing,” you mutter back as you look down at her. “I don't know about you but I hated being a teenager.” 

“Really? I loved being a teenager,” Wanda says, then your last name is being called and you and Wanda hurry towards the hostess to get led to a table. 

You pull her chair out for her and scoot her towards the table once she has sat down. You take the seat across from her and get a rush of giddiness. It’s all finally happening, you hadn’t even thought of how dating would be. Most of your fantasies over the year centered around the life you want to build with her. You didn’t realize you were missing the expectations of dating until sitting in front of her with a fake candle lit on a low setting sitting in the center of the table. The dim lighting of the restaurant would be enough to set the mood if it wasn’t being disrupted by everyone’s loud chatter. But you don’t let it disrupt your night. 

A silence falls between you and Wanda as you both look over the menu, neither of you certain what you’re in the mood for. Wanda is being conscious over what will give her bad breath and you’re concerned over the price point. You want to give her a good first experience. You don’t want to be a cheap date and not pay for the whole meal or dictate what she gets. 

Then the server comes by to introduce herself. 

“Hello, welcome to – oh shit, ehem, I mean… My apologies. Welcome to The Shield! My name is Maria, I will be your server tonight,” the waitress stumbles on her introduction. “Can I get you started with some drinks?” 

You look between her and Wanda with amusement in your eyes as you quickly pick up on the history there. “I'll start with water,” you say with a smile. “Then I’ll have a soda when the food gets here. Thank you.” 

The waitress writes down the order. You have to hand it to her that she is putting her professionalism ahead of her personal feelings. “And for the lady,” she asks with a tight smile. 

“I'll do water to start, I'm still deciding on what to eat then I'll pair it,” Wanda says as she keeps her eyes on the menu. 

“Please, take your time,” Maria walks away and you have to contain yourself as you continue to watch Wanda. She isn't budging, she is keeping her focus on the menu. You can tell she's embarrassed but it doesn't kill your curiosity in the slightest. 

Someone else comes by with a pitcher of water and fills the glasses while you continue to go over the menu. When you decide on the burger, you set the menu down and look at Wanda from across the table. A small amused smirk pulls on your lips as you take sips of your water.

“So, I'm assuming she was the one that recommended this restaurant to you,” you finally ask. Wanda shuts her eyes for a moment, realizing that she couldn't play it off. She looks up and opens her eyes with a small nod. “How long did she think you two were going to last?” You ask because she has admitted before that she hardly knew anything about the people she was hooking up with. It was the people that assumed that she wanted more with them that would give her details of their lives.

“You're getting a real kick out of this aren't you?” Wanda asks as she drinks some water. You laugh then control yourself and shake your head. Wanda rolls her eyes and it makes you break again. “Whatever, alright. Yes. She and I…” she waves her hand around because she doesn't want to say hooked up it sounds so childish. She's an adult. She's a mother. “For a few weeks, she might've gotten a little comfortable.”

You nod as you decide not to press for more information. You don't need any more details to know you might receive terrible service. Plus the possibility of you and/or Wanda receiving phlegm or some form of mucus in the food. You are also preparing yourself to leave a big tip out of guilt. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” You offer so that nothing can ruin the date. Wanda bites her lips as she contemplates her answer. Then she shakes her head. 

“I don't think it should be a big issue, let's just get through this,” she says as takes a sip of her water and keeps her eyes trained on the menu. You agree since Wanda hasn't eaten all day. The two of you have already had to wait for forty minutes for the table. Plus you still have to order and wait for the food to arrive. You'll probably run into difficulties finding another nice restaurant without a long wait time. Besides, it'll only create a longer night for the both of you. 

You just hope that the waitress can put aside her feelings so that your first date with Wanda doesn't end at a restaurant with a drive thru. But part of you wouldn't mind the excuse to not have to spend so much money. 

“Okay, I know what I want,” Wanda says as she looks up from the menu. She smiles as she leans her chin on the heel of her palm with her elbow on the table. You smile back at her as you lean on your side of the table resting both elbows on the table with your arms crossed. “What's going on in your mind?” She asks as she gazes at you. 

You shrug with a soft laugh, “Nothing good. I'm entertaining an idea.” 

Wanda shifts her position and makes a face out of curiosity. “An idea,” she questions as she drinks. “What kind of idea?” 

A mischievous expression crosses your eyes. “What if I tell Maria that we're celebrating our five year anniversary or something like that?” 

Wanda shakes her head with a scoff. “That's just evil,” she mutters. 

You nod your head. “I told you it was nothing good.” You reach across the table and take her hand. She bites her bottom lip taking note of how gentle you are with her. She is happy that she splurged on getting her nails done as you compliment her. As the two of you talk to get to know each other in ways you haven't learned about each other yet, you start to trace shapes on her palm with the tip of your pointer finger. 

As you're about to kiss her knuckles, that's when Maria stumbles as she passes while bringing someone else's food and it happens to fall on your table. The sauce splatters on you and on Wanda. Everyone around turns their heads in the direction of the commotion. You tell Maria that it's fine when she gives a clumsy apology. You and Wanda stand up and walk to the restrooms to wipe off the sauce from yourselves. Luckily they have a gender neutral restroom so the both of you walk in to help clean each other off. 

“I guess we should have up and left,” Wanda says as she wipes the sauce from your cheek. 

You start to laugh as you agree with her. “I can't say I blame her though. She's not the one that cursed this evening.” You place your hand on Wanda’s hip to bring her in for a short kiss on the lips. She gives you another quick kiss just before she takes a step back. 

“I think you're cursing this evening with how much you keep mentioning it,” she says as she dabs the sauce off of your shirt which you're pretty certain is ruined beyond repair.

You grab some paper towels to help her out as well. “Okay, okay, I'll stop joking about it.” Wanda’s stomach grumbles again, louder this time. You sigh, at this point, fast food is better than nothing. “How about we just grab some cheap burgers and walk the boardwalk we passed on the way over here?” You ask because that solution seems to be the only logical one at the moment. 

“Yeah, I didn't realize how hungry I was,” she frowns. The two of you finish up and the manager is trying to offer to comp this meal or offer free meal vouchers. You take the meal vouchers and hand find the pregnant woman and her husband and hand off the vouchers to them. You and Wanda walk out of that restaurant and walk to your truck. 

You hold her hand as you drive to the nearest fast food restaurant. You pick up a couple of meals in the drive thru then drive to the boardwalk. Once you’ve arrived near the boardwalk , it’s nearly impossible to find parking. You end up parking in a secluded area that isn’t actually a parking space. “Let’s hope I don't get towed or broken into,” you say as you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

“You have to stop putting stuff out there like that,” she says in a warning tone. You kiss her cheek. She rolls her eyes as she blushes slightly. She hasn’t felt this giddy in years. While the two of you walk the boardwalk in stained clothes you are each carrying a burger, you are holding the bag of french fries, and Wanda is carrying her drink. Wanda thinks about how she wouldn’t agree to a date with anyone like this. She definitely wouldn’t move forward with a second date after a night like this. She’s almost certain her younger self would think she was crazy for continuing a date that has gone this bad.

“At least it’s a nice night,” you say as you walk arm in arm with Wanda. She nods as she chews on her burger. As the two of you walk in silence, eating your food and enjoying each other’s company, Wanda steps in a crack in the wood and snaps her heel. 

“Shit!” She curses as she nearly loses her balance. You hold her steady. “Woah, careful there,” you say as you examine the situation. You were both finishing up your fries. You put what's left of your food in the bag and have her hold it as you kneel down to help her get her foot out of the shoe. 

“Alright, don’t move too much. You don’t want to sprain or twist your ankle,” you gently remove her heel that isn’t stuck first. Then you have her shift her weight on the free foot. Then you free her stuck foot. “How’s your ankle?” you ask as you look up at her.  Wanda moves her foot around then stands on it. She is filled with relief that she is un-injured. 

“It’s good,” she smiles. You start to save her shoe but it is really jammed in there. As you are about to pull it free, seagulls swoop down to take the bag away from Wanda. With the commotion, you free her shoe but stumble off of the boardwalk as Wanda tries to escape the hungry birds causing both of you to fall into the water together. 

The two of you have to swim to the shore because there isn’t an easy way to climb back onto the boardwalk. You walk Wanda back to the truck before you walk back to retrieve Wanda’s good shoe from the spot the two of you had fallen in. You had left her in the truck with the heater running and a towel around her with princesses on it. It’s one of Rachel’s towels. You find Wanda’s shoe and almost chuck it at the birds that are happily eating the remainder of fries. You walk back to the truck and think about calling it a night. “Your shoe, madame,” you say as you climb into the truck. You smirk as you notice that her makeup is running. 

“What? Is there something on my face?” Wanda asks as she blindly wipes her face with the towel. Only causing the colors to smear together. 

You kiss her cheek before you whisper, “Just your makeup.” 

Wanda’s eyes widen, she moves to look at her reflection in the sun visor mirror. “Oh my goodness! I knew I should’ve done the water proof!” Wanda exclaims. 

“It’s not that bad,” you try to make it easier on her. She glares at you and you can’t hold in your laughter anymore. This entire date just keeps getting worse and worse. But you wouldn’t want to go through a night like this with anyone else. “Alright, let’s get you home. I’m calling it a night.” Wanda doesn’t protest as she cleans her face with the towel. Staining it with her makeup. As you drive away, Wanda promises to wash the towel herself and you don’t argue. You don’t want to have to explain the mess on the towel to Rachel or even to Jean. 

Not even thirty minutes into the drive, the truck starts to make an odd sound before coming to a slow and complete stop. You look at the gauge to see that the gas is on empty. “Shit,” you burse with a frustrated groan. 

“Oh no, what’s happening now?” Wanda asks, feeling just as frustrated. 

“I don’t know! I could’ve sworn I had a full tank!” You say as you climb out of the truck to push it off to the side of the road and put it in park. You throw your head back as you discover the problem. The door to your gas tank is bent, as if they wanted you to know that they stole from you. When you swing it open you find the cap missing as well. You climb back into the truck and grab your phone. The battery is low and there is no signal because of course not. You try to look up the nearest gas station but the data keeps going in and out. So, you look at Wanda and ask, “Is your phone working?” 

Her eyes go wide as she remembers that her phone was in her purse. The purse she was wearing when she fell in the water. She has no clue if it’s working. She slowly slips her hand inside of her purse. Anticipating a pool of water and for everything to be damaged. She breathes a sigh of relief that everything is completely dry. Luckily, her phone is still fully charged and she has much better service than you do. “Remind me to complain to your brother about his company’s phone plan.” You mutter as you use her phone to map out the directions to the nearest gas station. You then try to use either of the car service apps to get a ride to the gas station but there aren’t any active drivers in the area. “Looks like I’m going to have to walk,” you sigh and shake your head. You look up at Wanda, “Do you want to stay here or come with me?” You ask her  as you think about how you will have to carry her both ways since she doesn’t have shoes at the moment. 

Wanda also considers her options. She can’t join you and walk barefoot. But she doesn’t want to be left on her own in your truck in the middle of seemingly nowhere. Then she makes a guilty face. “I’d prefer it if we could go together, if that’s not too much to ask.” 

Seeing the guilty expression on her face causes you to adjust your own expression. Not certain what face you were making that would have her feeling guilty. “It’s not too much. This is our first date. I didn’t want to make you come with me if you didn’t want to,” you say as you mentally prepare yourself to carry Wanda the two hours the map predicts the walk should take. You’re not worried about her weight, it’s more about the length of time and your back and knees haven’t been the greatest. Since you haven’t been able to make time to exercise and you haven’t properly stretched. Not to mention your shoes aren’t meant for more than going to a nice place. You climb back out and shut and lock your door. Then you open Wanda’s door and stand with your back turned to her. “Whenever you’re ready,” you say when you notice her hesitation. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive,” you say as you brace yourself. 

“On second thought,” Wanda says, “I think I can wait here. It should only be a few minutes, right?” 

You turn around and look at her and shake your head.  “I wish. It’s going to be about two hours if I’m not able to hitch a ride and I’m going to need to use your phone to get me there and I’m not leaving you here without your phone.” You turn around again and this time Wanda’s hands grab your shoulders. Then her legs wrap around your waist. As you pull her on you better she locks her arms around your neck with her phone ready to guide the two of you. You shut the truck door and lock it. You shove the keys in your pocket before putting your hands on her legs to start your journey. “Did you ever think this is how you’d be riding me on our first date?” You ask in order to lighten the mood a bit. Wanda scoffs and slaps your shoulder. 

“That is… I’m appalled. I resent that. How dare you?” You can hear the smile in her voice. 

“That’s not a no,” you add with a short laugh. 

“You’re ridiculous,” she says, “For your information. I was not planning on ‘riding’ you on our first date, period! However, no, this is not at all what I expected how tonight would go.” She kisses your cheek. “But if I had to have a disastrous first date. I’m glad it’s with you.” You smile, grateful that she isn’t upset with this date turning out the way that it has. Or at least that she isn’t upset with you over it. “What was your first date ever like?” Wanda asks as she rests her chin on your shoulder. You hum as you dig through the files in your mind to find the memory. 

“My very first date?” You repeat the question as you continue to walk. “I don’t really remember to be quite honest. I know it wasn’t with Jean. I had a few childish relationships before finally convincing Jean to date me.” You start to ramble in hopes that it will bring up the memory. Unfortunately, it works and you feel yourself internally cringe. “Ah shit, I remember now,” you groan and it makes Wanda giggle in anticipation. 

“Please tell me, I really have to know now,” she begs softly. You shake your head and sigh as you prepare yourself to answer. 

“It was in eighth grade. It was the Halloween school dance. I still can't recall her name but I remember having a crush on her for some time and someone told me she liked me so I asked her to the dance.” You lift Wanda as you feel her slipping on your back a bit and she tightens her grip on you. “We tried to plan our costumes around each other but it wasn't easy for either of us to explain it to our parents because we didn't want to get in trouble so we didn't worry about it.” You smile as the memory becomes clearer and clearer. “It was sweet. You know? We danced and hung out with our friends. I think she might've kissed my cheek during a slow song. It was sweet.” 

Wanda smiles against your shoulder as she listens to the story. “That sounds sweet. How long did that relationship last?”  She asks, knowing what middle schoolers consider long term relationships. 

You take a second to think. Not certain what happened with that. Then you remember. “Not even a week. At school the week after that, I found her talking and laughing with her friends about how weird she thought I was because I wasn't gender conforming. Even then, well, especially back then.” 

“Kids are cruel,” Wanda says as she squeezes your shoulders with her arms. 

You shrug and scrunch your face. “It was a long time ago and that's possibly not the worst thing to ever happen to me. I was probably heartbroken over it for a week and haven't thought of it since. I think Jean spread some crazy rumor about her because she had my back a lot when we were growing up.” You laugh and shake your head. “What about you? What was your very first date like?” You can feel the vibration in your back as Wanda hums in thought. 

“My first date was with my first ever boyfriend. His name was Simon. He was very sweet. Very obsessed with me. We were in the middle of our sophomore year of high school. I wasn’t really interested in the whole dating thing because of my friends dating so much. It just seemed like an emotional rollercoaster that I didn't need.” She adjusts herself when she feels herself slipping again. “But he was cute and he was sweet and I felt really giddy when he asked me out. We walked to a nearby ice cream shop after school instead of going home on our buses. Which, my mom freaked but it’s not like I could have texted her. My parents wouldn’t let me have a phone and once I found out how expensive those things were, honestly, I couldn’t blame them. But at the time I gave them that age old speech of being almost sixteen yada yada.” She laughs softly as she remembers the screaming match she had with her mom. Then she sighs and buries her face in your neck. She groans. “I don't want my boys to grow up.” 

You smile and nod. “I hear you. I'm dreading the day Rachel flips on us because Jean and I definitely do not have good karma.”

The rest of the way to the gas station, you and Wanda continue to get to know each other on a level neither of you had attempted to explore before. Normally it’s seen as a red flag to be talking about exes on a first date. But after the conversation of “firsts” neither of you could help but finally ask more about each other’s former marriages. Sure, the two of you have gone over those relationships somewhat over the year the two of you have gotten to know each other. But both of you held back as friends, not trying to pry too much in each other's lives or pasts. To keep things strictly to a level of a platonic friendship because every time the two of you got into deep conversations, you always felt the connection deepening. Now seeing each other as potential life partners, it’s better for both of you to get all of the skeletons out of the closet when there is time and space to get the information out. Especially with the unpredictability of either former spouse.

“Wait, wait, so Jean wanted to have a threesome and you agreed?” Wanda asks, flabbergasted by the idea. 

“Hold on, I said eventually I agreed. She made a pretty good argument that we were young and that we hadn’t really been with anyone but each other, and at the time, things had gotten pretty dead between us. So I agreed to consider the idea. But as we talked about it, we didn’t want to do it anymore. It got complicated and started to feel creepy. So we didn’t go through with it. But Jean really wanted to experiment with her sexuality a bit more and that’s when I realized I was losinging her,” you explain the situation a bit better. 

“That’s the saddest ‘almost threesome’ story I’d ever heard,” Wanda says lightly. “I almost want to offer you another chance just to make you feel better.” The both of you laugh at the thought. 

Finally, after about an hour of walking, you are able to stop as you come up to the parking lot of a fast food restaurant. You set Wanda on the bench and stretch as she orders a car to pick the two of you up from. “Maybe I can convince – dammit! I hate small towns,” Wanda groans. 

You look back at her from where you are stretching. “What’s wrong?”

“There are no active drivers in the area,” she says as she shows you the phone. You sigh for a second then shrug and act unphased. 

“It’s not ideal but I can still carry you to the gas station. Or maybe,” you tap your chin as you think. “Can you check if there is a supermarket or some sort of multipurpose store close by?” Wanda searches through the phone while you scan the area with your eyes. “Nevermind, found it,” you say as you point to the large building a few parking lots away. 

Wanda thanks you and puts her phone in her bag before climbing back onto your back. You walk to the store and continue to carry her until you get to the shoe section. There aren’t a lot of great options but now isn’t the time to be picky. She grabs the first pair of sneakers that fit. They are kept together by a stretchy string that you use your swiss army knife to cut and pocket the price tag so that she can have shoes to walk around the store. She straightens out her outfit. “Okay, let’s go pay for these,” Wanda says. 

You shake your head and take her hand. “Not yet,” you say. You guide her over to the section of the store where they have bikes, scooters, skates, and skateboards for sale. “Did I ever tell you that I used to skate?” You ask as you look at the prices on the boards available. Trying to find the cheapest option. 

“Did I ever tell you that I have absolutely no idea what to do with one of those?” Wanda says as she looks at you with a mix of amusement and amazement. 

You shrug again, “That’s okay. You want a scooter or a bike?” You point to the other options. “Roller Skates?” you point out and Wanda laughs. 

“Is this seriously what it’s come to?” You nod as you settle on a skateboard with a Barbie logo on it, figuring that you’ll start to teach Rachel how to use it since she’s old enough to learn. Wanda looks over her options. “I don’t know, I don’t think anything will be comfortable to ride in this outfit, especially not a bike,” she says as she contemplates. You notice a red beach cruiser with white accents. The tires are black with white rims. It has a white basket with a front light attached. The white seat isn’t wide which makes you cringe at the thought but there isn’t a bike with any better seat options. The two ninety-nine price tag gives you pause but you figure that it’s still a better option than having her struggle on a scooter or with roller skates, especially since the sneakers need to be paid for regardless. 

You pull out the bike and say, “How about this one and we grab some pants for you from over there?” You point in the direction the two of you had just come from. 

Wanda bites her lips, “I’m paying,” she states and you shake your head. 

“I’ll agree to splitting the cost but I’m not letting you pay for all of it,” you negotiate. 

She nods, “Okay, I’m cool with that.” 

The two of you move onto the section with the discounted mixed clothing and Wanda picks out a simple gray sweatpants. You push the bike through the store. When everything is purchased and Wanda is comfortable, the two of you ride the rest of the way to the gas station successfully. You purchase a portable tank of gas and breathe a sigh of relief that this plan is working. Then as you and Wanda are on your way back to your truck, a loud clap of thunder warns the two of you. 

As you and Wanda try to race back, the rain starts to fall down pretty heavily. You try to slow down on your skateboard but as you do, the road becomes slippery and you guide the skateboard to go off on the side of the road to soften the blow. You fall into the mud. Wanda uses the breaks on her bike to come to a full stop. 

“Y/n!” Wanda shouts from the side of the road. Through the rain and darkness she can't see you. Her heart is pounding. Terrified that you're dead. “Y/n!” She calls out again, looking for any sign of you. 

You groan as you stand up and stretch. You grab the skateboard and sigh at how muddy you are now. “I'm okay!” You shout as you move up to where Wanda is. She is instantly filled with an overwhelming amount of relief. It causes her to start crying. You walk up to hold her as she continues to cry. “It's okay, it's okay. I know, I'm okay,” you try to settle her down. 

Once she stops crying you kiss her on the lips. Her hands grip the front of your shirt as she pulls you closer. The two of you deepen the kiss, feeling an intense gratitude towards being alive and in each other's presence. You pull away and rest your forehead against hers with your eyes closed to catch your breath. 

“How far are we from the truck?” You ask as you step back. 

Wanda clears her throat and her mind as she looks at the pin she dropped on her map to mark where the truck was left. “Only a few more minutes,” she confirms. “You're walking. I'll fill the tank. I don't need you falling again.” You want to argue that you'll be fine but instead you nod and see her off. You start walking towards the car while carrying the skateboard. When you get there, you lift the bike onto the bed of your truck after setting the skateboard inside. You make your way around to where Wanda is finishing up filling the gas tank. 

When the truck starts up, the both of you are relieved that nothing else is wrong as you drive back to Wanda's house. When you guys finally get to her house you're both exhausted. Wanda unfortunately closes the door on her dress and doesn't realize until she rips it. She sighs and just opens the door and steps away before closing the door again. 

You and Wanda slosh through the front door of her house. Both of you are drenched in water and covered in mud. The heel of one of her shoes is dangling from the bottom as it had broken at some point in the date. You are both exhausted from the evening. Wanda doesn’t care as the two track mud into the house and crash on the couch with their soggy clothes. You sigh as you throw your head back. 

“You are never allowed to do witchcraft with your friends ever again,” you mutter tiredly. 

Wanda scoffs, “Believe me. I’m never risking it again. Agatha really knows her stuff.” You nod and sigh as you rub your face. Feeling the exhaustion of the night. You were just happy that Jean was visiting her parents and that she took Rachel with her because you aren’t sure if you’d have an explanation for your appearance other than the truth. 

“I have a feeling that I need to start packing extra clothes for our dates,” you tease as you look at Wanda. She shakes her head and pushes on your shoulder as she tells you to shut up. Then she stands and walks over to the downstairs restroom. She returns a few minutes later with a first aid kit. “What’s that for?” You ask dumbly. 

She sets down the kit and goes into the kitchen to fill a bowl with water and grab a rag. “You don’t feel that scratch on your forehead?” She asks as she walks back over. She sits on her coffee table in front of you as she wets the rag to use to wipe the dirt from your face. You shake your head with a frown. “Oh, well, you definitely cut yourself when you fell,” she says as she cleans the area and reveals the injury in full. “So much for secrecy, you’re going to be dealing with question after question until this is healed.” Her touch is so soft and gentle, it causes a warmth to spread through your chest as she takes care of you. 

“Eh, I’ll say I ran into a wall or something. People are pretty used to me being banged up,” you say as you try not to move too much while you watch Wanda focus on cleaning the scratch. The corner of her mouth lifts up in a small smile before dropping as her eyebrows crease in concentration. You don’t interrupt her as she works on you. But once she is done, you pull her in for a deep kiss. “Marry me,” you say in a mostly joking tone. 

Wanda rolls her eyes, “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” She has a grin on her face the entire time then kisses you again.

Chapter 23

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Protective!Rafe with Y/N saves her from her dad

tysm for requesting this!! i hope it’s what you pictured!!

too much to drink - (r.c)

tags/warnings: underage drinking, violence, abuse, drugging (not done by rafe), sexual content (implied, not explicit), strong language, slut-shaming/derogatory term (again, not by rafe)

pairing: rafe x reader

wc: 2.9k

note!!: this is like the darkest thing i’ve probably ever written, please PLEASE read the warnings and look out for yourselves, i know this carries some sensitive topics so if any of those things bother you PLEASE DONT READ THIS!! i care about you all and really want you to stay safe.

Midsummers comes and goes every year, and every year you have the most fun while hiding from the watchful eye of your dad, sneaking in a few (too many) drinks when you can, ever since you were fifteen. You and Sarah Cameron would rotate covering for each other, slipping away from the large groups of adults talking about business and boring nonsense to spend alone time with your boy of the month. You always looked forward to it.

This year, you're finally eighteen. Typically, girls your age would be making their debut with their summer flings, never lasting far into the fall- but since you just graduated, a serious relationship is far from your mind. You're having too much time seizing the day- carpe diem, or whatever that saying is. You've got your flask, and a nifty belt to attach it to your leg under your dress- courtesy of Sarah for your recent birthday. You're more than ready to seize your favourite holiday, the summer solstice.

You walk in with your family, and are almost immediately joined by the Cameron's- your standard routine. Your parents have always been close, your dad's in particular like to spend a lot of time together- allegedly working on some kind of big project, but neither one of them have ever spared a single detail as to what it is, despite it being years in the making.

"Y/N, Darling, you look stunning." Rose greets you with a hug and you smile, politely hugging her back and laughing a little bit as your families make similar greetings to one another.

"You're too kind, Rose. It's lovely to see you again." You grin as you pull away and she looks you over, rubbing your arm gently.

"Oh, nonsense. You look beautiful." She insists. "Rafe, don't you agree? Y/N looks amazing. This dress is something else!" She turns to her stepson, gesturing back at you.

"Mhm. That she does." He agrees flatly, taking a sip of his drink as he looks you up and down. 

You blush only slightly, hoping your makeup covers it. You and Rafe had had a somewhat on-and-off thing going on for some time now, but not something you were ready to admit to either of your families. Occasionally going out for coffee, but mostly you would meet in private. It was awfully convenient for the two of you that your dads did so much work together, you always knew where both of them were, and could more or less run the other way.

"Rafe, take Y/N to grab a drink, yeah?" Rose suggests and he nods, holding his arm out to you. You smile as you take it, trying to avoid leaning too much into him considering your already tipsy state.

"You do look stunning." He leans in to whisper to you, making you blush furiously. 

You lightly smack his chest. "Where are you taking me?" You giggle, following as he leads you past the bar in the crowd, in the general direction of the country clubs locker rooms. 

"There's a bar back here, you didn't know? A private one, kind of a well-kept secret, you know." He smirks, looking down at you only briefly.

"Oh, of course." You agree, gently nudging his shoulder with yours. "Please, lead the way, Mister Cameron."

You make your way through the crowd, blissfully unaware of your father's eyes trailing you the whole way, a scowl on his face as he takes the first sip of his whiskey.

"Come on, we have time for one more- yeah?" Rafe asks against the skin of your neck, kissing it softly while you attempt to get your dress back on.

"We don't and you know that." You chuckle, pointing to the back of your dress where he stands behind you. "Zip?" You ask and he sighs, obliging and pulling the zipper up for you. You adjust the fabric where it sits around your waist, looking in the mirror briefly before turning around to face him. 

Rafe is quick to settle his hands on your hips, pushing you gently back against the counter and pressing his lips to yours. It's gentle, this time, making you ponder the thought of maybe one-day making things official between you two- you'd be a fool to deny the feelings you have for him, and he would admit the same, but right now is just not a good time for either of you. That much goes unspoken.

"You're beautiful, you know." He mumbles, muffled by your lips against his. You giggle, draping your arms over his shoulders and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"So I've been told." You reply quietly, pulling back a little to look him over, eyes inevitably locking with his. "You're not so bad yourself."

"So I've been told." He chuckles, mocking you as he presses another kiss to your lips. 

"Alright, we really gotta go. We've disappeared long enough." You sigh, wiggling out of his grasp and ducking under his arm.

"Come find me later, yeah?" Rafe asks and you nod, humming your agreement as you step out of the locker room, doing your best to look around, feigning confusion in case someone sees you. Not like looking lost will truly work when you spend so much time in this country club recreationally.

You make your way to the bar and grab a soda, careful as you pull the slit of your dress to pour your liquor into it under the counter. You think you've succeeded, lifting the glass up as you turn around, looking to find your family again, or maybe Sarah.

Making small talk with people isn't your favourite thing, but it's always fun to catch up with other kids around your age, who you normally don't see so dressed up. Especially after a few drinks, and especially, kids you don't see so often. This is why your face just lights up with excitement when you see Pope Heyward. He's working the event, as usual, but he's always been kind to you- which you know isn't easy for him considering the treatment him and some of his friends get from other kooks.

"Pope!" You grin as you see him behind a counter in the corner, making him lift his head from what he was doing. 

"Y/N! Hey! How's it going?" He asks, stepping around the counter as you hold out your arms for a hug.

"I'm so good.." You smile, swaying lightly with your arms around each other. "How are you, though? Tell me what's going on in your world!" 

"Not much, just wrangling drunk girls tonight apparently." He chuckles, steadying you as you both let go of each other at the same time.

"Hey! I am not drunk, how dare you." You whisper, laughing and shoving his shoulder playfully.

"Oh, you? Never. Only everyone else." He nods, clearly not believing you anyway.

"I'm glad you agree." You take a step back to take the weight off one of your feet, wearing heels always has been a pain in the ass for you. You're about to say something else when you bump into someone, jumping a little as it startles you and their hand lands on your arm, steadying your glass for you.

"Hey, sweetheart." Your dad chuckles. "Didn't mean to scare you, I've got some friends who'd love to chat with you. Come with me." He says, quickly ushering you away and hardly sparing a glance at Pope. You look back over your shoulder at him, giving him an apologetic smile and a quick wave as your dad pushes you along.

It's not long before you're swaying on your feet, feeling a little lightheaded. You must have put too much vodka in your drink- which is unusual, you have a decently high tolerance.

You politely excuse yourself, making an effort to get to the bathroom. You suddenly really aren’t feeling well- and you need some space away from everybody else. The room spins around you and you hold your arms out to brace yourself on the nearest surface, the mumbling of people around you only echoing in your ears and you can’t make anything out. Your unsteadiness leads you to twisting your ankle in your platform heel, stumbling forward and someone catches you. Strong arms wrap around your back under your arms and hold onto your ribcage, trying to ease you down. They’re talking to you, but you can hardly make it out.

“Woah, woah- Y/N, are you okay?” Rafe’s voice is echoey, distant, even, and you try and nod.

“Yeah, yeah I just don’t feel too hot..” You mumble, tongue too thick for your mouth.

“Let’s get you some fresh air. Water, please.” Rafe snaps at a waiter walking by, lifting you up and getting you back on your feet.

“Rafe..” You try and speak, truly just surprised to see him. You don’t know why- you knew he was there.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you.” He says, taking the glass from the waiter who quickly returned and holding it up to your lips. Rafe knows he has to get you out of the public eye, and quickly- before your dad sees your state. He assumes you’re just way too drunk.

“Y/N, come on- I’ll take you home.” Your father is there suddenly, carefully but firmly taking you from Rafe’s grasp.

“Do you need help, Mr. Y/L/N?” He offers, your arm settling around your dads shoulder as Rafe stands there helplessly with your glass of water.

“I’ve got her, Rafe. You go have fun.” Your dad chuckles, nodding to the younger boy and carrying you toward the exit. Rafe knows there’s something not right about this- something off about the look in your fathers eye.

He lets him take you outside, deciding just to go and get another drink and send you a text. It’s your dad, for gods sake, he wouldn’t hurt you. As he stands by the bar, only for a few moments, he isn’t comfortable with his decision. He quickly abandons his drink, beelining straight for the door in quick strides, shoving it open and jogging out to the parking lot.

“I am sick of you coming to these networking events and embarrassing our family by throwing yourself at any boy who looks your way! Seriously, Y/N, no daughter of mine should be acting like this- like a damn whore!” Your dad is screaming at you now as you lean against the side of his car, holding onto it to stay upright. You’re hardly processing what he’s saying, tears streaming down your face regardless.

“Dad, wait- I didn’t, no, it’s not-“ You stammer, trying desperately to understand what you were trying to say.

“Don’t act like I don’t know! You’re lucky I even let you live under my roof after the rumours I’ve heard! I’m sick of you sneaking off to sleep with every boy on the island! I mean, pogues? Seriously? I’ve had enough.”

“I don’t-“ You try and protest, but your cut off with a hard smack across the face, leaving your ears ringing as your knees give out.

“Hey, hey- hey!” Rafe shouts, running up and shoving your dad back away from you, eyes dark with anger over what he’s just heard and seen. “Don’t touch her!” He stands between you and your dad, pushing him back again.

“Son, mind your business and get back inside. Now.” Your dad glares at him, pointing to the building.

“No. Absolutely not.” Rafe shakes his head in response. “I’m taking her home. You go back in and enjoy your stupid networking party.” He insists, turning to help you up as you reach out for him, still stunned.

“Jesus, Y/N/N..” He mutters, looking you over as he helps you get your bearings against the side of the truck. “What did you do to her?” He asks your father, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Rafe, leave.” Your dad chuckles a little, trying to save face as best he can. “She’s just had too much to drink- I’ll get her home and-“

“Did you drug your own daughter?” Rafe asks him, looking in disbelief between the two of you.

“When you have a daughter of your own you’ll understand. I did what I had to do to-“

“No, no way. That’s beyond fucked up.” Rafe scoffs, shaking his head as your dad keeps talking.

“To keep her from embarrassing this family even further.” He finishes saying, committing to the idea that what he did was right.

“Let’s go.. let’s just go…” You slur out, holding onto the side of the truck as you try and walk away.

Rafe shakes his head at your dad, backing away from him to get to you. As much as he wants to pummel him into nothing, it’s more important that he gets you somewhere safe.

“Y/N Y/M/N if you walk away right now don’t bother ever coming home!” Your dad shouts at you as Rafe gets to you, supporting you with an arm around your waist as he stares back at your dad. “You can kiss your trust fund goodbye! If you want to sleep with pogues you can live like one for all I care!”

Rafe bites his tongue as he guides you back to his own car, fishing in his pocket for the keys with his free hand. He gets you in the passengers seat and buckles you in as your head drops back against the headrest, hardly able to support its own weight.

“Y/N/N, hey, can you hear me?” Rafe asks, reaching up and grabbing your head gently to look at your cheek, checking for cuts or bruises. He frowns when he sees your cheek red and feels it burning under his fingers- it’ll have a nasty bruise tomorrow. He pulls out his phone and texts Sarah, telling her they have to go- right now. She had been looking for you most of the night too, surprised when you disappeared more than usual.

You just hum in response. You know you’re safe now, and you don’t have to exert as much energy to say anything at all.

“I’m gonna take you back to my house. We’ll get you cleaned up, and, uh, yeah. We’ll figure shit out.” He nods, more to himself than to you. He gently lets your head rest back and he shuts the door, seeing Sarah running over from the building, a confused and worried look on her face.

“What happened? Is that Y/N?” Sarah asks her brother, looking in the window.

“Yeah, her dad fucking drugged her. I walked out to him hitting her and yelling at her about shit that didn’t even happen.” He explains, opening the drivers side door.

“What? Oh my god.” Sarah replies, opening the back door and climbing in. “Oh my god, should we take her to the hospital?”

“I think she’s fine… Let’s just go back home and figure out what to do.” Rafe says, quickly starting the car and driving out of the lot being careful to avoid any potholes. He’s never driven so carefully.

Sarah helps carry you in, quick to grab water, some towels, and a bucket to place by your side of Rafe’s bed. It’s not likely to be pretty when you wake up. By the time you get back to Tannyhill, you’re hardly conscious, and Sarah has to hold every door for Rafe as he carries you in.

They don’t know what to do besides get you into bed when you get back to their house. Sarah helps you change into some of her pyjamas while Rafe decides to wait outside the door. He wishes he could get you something to eat, watch a movie together, do something normal, but you can hardly keep your eyes open. It would honestly surprise him if you knew where you were.

“What do we do?” Sarah whispers to him as he walks back in, both of them standing over you passed out in his bed.

“I don’t know.” Rafe mumbles, shaking his head. He can’t take his eyes off you.

“Should we call the cops?”

“They wouldn’t do shit. They’re as much in Y/D/N’s pocket as they are dads.”

“Well, we can’t take her home.” Sarah thinks out loud. “I don’t know how long she can stay here, dad will take his side for sure. I could bring her to John B’s tomorrow?”

“No.” Rafe shuts that idea down. “I’ll figure it out… You go to bed, Sare.”

“You can’t protect her here, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Then I’ll leave too. Get us our own place, I don’t give a fuck.”

“What? You guys aren’t even official- how do you think she’ll feel about moving in with you?”

“We’ll figure it out, okay? Just leave us alone. Please.” He sighs, rubbing the sides of his head. He doesn’t know what to do. He really doesn’t. All he knows is that he has to keep you safe.

Sarah rolls her eyes at him and leaves, giving you a worried glance over her shoulder before shutting the door quietly behind herself.

Rafe crawls in bed next to you after taking his suit off, watching you sleep and trying to pretend everything is normal; trying to pretend that he was allowed to bring you home after Midsummers because this is where you wanted to be.

You look so peaceful, but as the bruise starts to develop on the normally soft and unscathed skin of your cheek, Rafe dreads having to explain what happened to his parents in the morning. He doubts anyone will even believe him.

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dale has got to have insane kinks…… like this man is going to want to have cameras on you and shove random shit up you and make you say weird stuff to him . I LOVE HIM I CANT

SO TRUE…

Sorry if this is too much for you guys im just writing anything I think of 😭 pls lmk if it gets to be too much,,

I think he would be into a lot of worse stuff. Blood, knife play, bondage (unsafe probably) corruption, marking you up, age gaps (LEGALLY. Not that kinda freaky)

Cameras for sure, he’d love that. Pull your hair and force you to look right at it while he rams into you from behind. The way it makes it feel so much dirtier, his own personal pornstar. He’d watch them over CONSTANTLY and make you watch too while whispering filthy things into your ear.

Random stuff in you, I can see that. I imagine him having very few limits,, as much as I do love him. You cannot look at a picture of him and go yeah that’s a regular guy. He is into anything and everything fucked up and weird. If you’d let him do that he’d abuse the opportunity and just see what he can fit up there for fun and you’re probably ending up injured or with an infection to be honest..

Making you say weird stuff,, I can see too but it would probably be realll fucked up with him. He knows exactly how to make you uncomfortable and what gets you flustered and hes forcing you to repeat the nastiest things he can think of just to watch your face flush in red, stumbling with your words.

I think he’d really enjoy wax play too and he had plenty of candles. Idk if this is true because I wasn’t paying attention to it but I’ve seen people say the gun Lee has at the end of the movie isn’t hers, and was probably dales. Gun play…. With Dale… cold metal being slowly dragged across your skin. Loaded pressed to your temple safety off. Fucking you with the barrel, finger on the trigger, better sit still for him.

Size difference for sure, which is great for him because hes huge. The one shot of him and Lee from the side in the interrogation room where hes slouching and his legs are bent but hes still SO much larger than her? I need him to lay on top of me and suffocate me.

I think he’d enjoy making his partner cry (only during anything sexual) just watching you squirm and beg incoherently with tears running down your face, listening to your voice crack.

Marking up for sure, especially if afterwards he can make up an excuse to drag you out in public and show it off. In most longlegs fanfics it takes place in a small middle of nowhere town, he’d love risking your friends and family having to see you not only with him but covered in a painting of bruises and indents. No shame no restraint no respect for others comfort or social norms. He’s being awful in public, and with most of the fandom from what I’ve seen being like early 20s-30s the age gap would be VERY visible.

One sweeter thing I think he’d especially enjoy, have you in top for specific reasons. He’d be used to the treatment he gets from most people by now and have a hard time believing you actually want him, he needs a lot of reassurance. Esp if you initiate things, having you on top would have him in tears. Facing him, nails digging into his clothes, hot breath on his neck, repeatedly making the effort to bring him closer to you. Every sweet second you spend moving on top of him is just more confirmation to him that you want and need him.

Non-sexual but, I think he’d really like to do things for you as well. Having you need him, reaching things off a shelf, opening containers, lifting something heavy.

Bdsm, bondage, whips, paddles, restraints, all of it anything you ask hes okay with trying. If you’re really vanilla, good luck I don’t see him being able to adhere to that. If you reciprocate his feelings it will take very little time for him to feel serious about your relationship and he looks at you almost like his property, though that extends both ways. He’s just assuming you’re okay with whatever he wants, because he’d do the same for you. I think at first he’d ask if you’re okay with it before trying something but eventually he just does what he wants and waits for your reaction.

[weebsinstash]

I’m sending this again because it might’ve been eaten by tumblr. (this is meant for hazbin but if you wanna write about a different fandom go wild!)

I like the idea of a Reader who is obsessed with not being humanoid. Maybe they purposely get themselves hurt by angelic weapons so they have to replace body parts. They’re so infatuated with being ‘upgraded’ that they don’t even realize someone is in love with them.

idk i just like the idea of it :p

I think I might've briefly covered this idea before but I keep thinking about a computer Reader who is in a relationship with... Jesus I can't decide anymore, any of the applemedia boys individually or just all three lol, where you're a computer/bot person and one day the boys come home and you're just. Completely different

You're all happy and excited to show them how you've changed your body, or maybe you discovered you have new powers all of your own, and the change in your appearance, at least to them, is... significant. Your head might be a completely different shape. Your voice may even sound differently. You might even be taller than before.

Just the idea of you all but racing to the door because you're so happy to show them this thing you think is so cool, or maybe it's a surgery you've saved up money for and worked REALLY hard for, and just... picture their smiles literally falling off of their faces (except Alastor but, it's as close to a grimace as he can manage). They're looking at you with clear shock, and it breaks your heart instantly. This is you, and your body, and who you are, and they... they don't like it? Even if they come around and apologize to you, your trust has been broken, and maybe even for extra drama, they catch you cheating on them, because since you no longer feel comfortable with any of them, you need the approval and touch of someone who DOES find you desirable

I've actually also mostly had the inverse of your idea a lot tbh, where Reader has a very tech-y box-like computer head and is a lot like Vox, but you hate your Sinner body so so so much that you find a way to make a new one. Alastor and the rest meet Fake You which is basically just a significantly more humanoid robot that you got looking shockingly like the old human you via some magical technological knowhow, and your real body is just, intentionally hidden away in your closet, plugged into an outlet or something, and you occasionally have to let your fake body recharge and cool down, which is 'sleeping' in your bed

Like I know I'm mentioning different ideas at once, but can you even imagine it. You're dead and you're getting massive body dysmorphia because you have this giant fucking weird head and all the parts of you that made you YOU are no longer flesh and bone but something else, something entirely different, and you're so incredibly disgusted and disdainful of this change that you can't even look at reflections of yourself? Then you find out how to make this, fake secondary body you can basically just transfer your consciousness into, and it's basically like a game avatar you can customize however you want, and you make it look basically exactly how your human body used to look, maybe with some slight Hell based alterations so you don't draw too much attention like horns and a different skin color, and while all of that is kind of a form of denial, it helps you cope with the trauma of being dead

Now imagine you're now basically living every single second inside of that fake body. It's not designed to eat. It's not designed to sweat. It's not designed to cry. But you're so extremely disgusted by your true form that you do basically everything but the absolute essentials in your new body, being in it basically 18/7 (cause God knows you're not letting yourself sleep and fully recharge either; can't risk anyone finding your secret while you're asleep)

I'm serious. Just imagine what would happen if you were awkwardly forced into this situation where your 3 very pushy soulmates are constantly basically forcing their way into your apartment, and you never want to eat in front of them, you forbid them from entering your bedroom, you don't cry in front of them, and one of them eventually basically completely ignores your boundaries and wanders into your bedroom, which is not only a complete depression cave but then they find the actual you, sleeping in the closet, on the floor, not even on a bed. There's little bags of trash laying around you like this, this living device you have become never leaves this small, cramped room. Maybe you've even cut a hole in the door and installed a slot where you just pass food and trash back and forth and you hate your true body so much you don't even let it leave the closet, even have it locked from the outside or you're pushing a piece of furniture in front of the door or something

Like literally, all three men awkwardly cramming themselves in your small walk in closet to crowd around "your real body" in awe while the fake you is getting upset and telling them they need to leave, you hate them, you don't want to be with them, whatever you think might make them leave, and they're just, looking down at your body that you've been keeping in the closet, sleeping on just some laid out blankets like some kind of shitty futon, and you show signs of being damaged, almost like something has been hitting and kicking your body in fits of rage, even showing outright signs like self harm like scratches or scrapes or cuts on your body with a box cutter from your job still on the floor nearby. This closet is so cramped, with no light sources inside of it besides maybe some candles, and you've moved all your actual clothing into boxes or drawers outside the closet to completely commit the small space to being a depressing, dark prison

and then your tummy growls and, that does it, they're instantly demanding you tell them how to "transfer you" back into your original body so you can get something to eat, and quickly making it pretty clear that they're not very receptive to the fake vessel you now inhabit. You did all of this because you hated being this, this weird fucking robot, going through all these lengths to get this body that made you feel mildly human again, but then your actual soulmates just, want the body you cast aside, and yes while they are technically objectively correct that you shouldnt be coping like this, in your eyes you see them rejecting "the real you", which is the artifical you you've constructed that looks like your old human self, and are instead choosing this, monstrosity you absolutely hate that borderline disgusts you to be, and you're also feeling like they aren't being considerate to your feelings. They're SO UPSET that you treat yourself like this that once they forcibly disconnect you and force your soul and energy back into your true body, they confiscate if not outright DESTROY your little decoy, which ALSO completely breaks your heart, and they're all, weirdly fetishistic and sappy and doe eyed as you sit there on your closet floor crying tears of frustration and grief and anger from your stupid boxy head because 1. They've never seen you cry before and 2. This is the first time they're basically officially truly meeting "their real soulmate" and seeing and hearing you completely unfiltered (hostile cussing and all)

I just really like how Hazbin has a lot of fantasy and magic in it which really expands the possibility for the kinds of stories we can think about and have fun with and all of you are clearly having fun too, sending me asks way more quickly than I can answer them. We're all having fun here for sure

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Random HC's That I Probably Overexplain - Cater Edition 1!

TW: Angst heavy, using kids for profit via social media, emotional/physical abuse (nothing explicit/gory) His mom was a family life vlogger. I've dabbled on this topic a few times before, but never got really into it. His mom ran a channel called the "Beloved Diamond Family", in which his mother went by Dreamy Diamond, and his older sisters went by Dazzling and Ditzy Diamond. He was "Daring Diamond" or sometimes just called "Little Gem/Diamond". "Daddy Diamond" was never around, but his mom sometimes went on rants about him on camera. They rarely made it onto the channel though. Part of the reason the Diamonds moved so much is because of his dad's work, but the other part was because of how much information his mom would divulge and put her kids in danger. Cater's dad did his best to protect his kids from the consequences of her actions, but couldn't get ahead of them. Cater was the star of many of the videos, as he was the baby and everyone wanted to see more of him. He hated being made to do everything that his mom said, or repeating the actions a hundred times until he got it "perfect", but the comments of other parents telling him how much their kids loved him and whatnot was enough to keep him going. It's also why he's so attached to his phone now and a big part of why he just keeps up the facade. To be caught at a less than picture perfect moment or with a subpar reaction at this point scares him. Irrationally, he worries about his mothers reaction, and because he's never really been to school for long enough to make friends, he has to act the only way he knows how and hope that people keep liking the show he puts on. A lot of the videos were pretty fluffy, happy videos, but Ms. Diamond would do anything for views, and did put out videos of Cater sobbing over his dead pet, about him breaking his arm on his skateboard, and a lot of her "prank" videos that were mostly just endangering her kids or trying to prove her husband was cheating. (At one point she did a "slip and slide" in the kitchen and called Cater over to try some of her cookies. He couldn't have been more than five or six, so he came running in excited and ended up in urgent care. All the scars and marks he got from his moms wacked out ideas have been carefully hidden under makeup and magic for years now, but sometimes he doesnt have the energy to cover them up on his clones). Obviously, none of the Diamond kids were off very well, but when they were "too big to be cute anymore" his mom kind of let the channel die out and became a more severe alcoholic. However, when her channel started to pick up traction again years later, Ms. Diamond decided to keep her channel going with behind the scenes clips and telling stories about her kids while mildly tipsy. She didn't tell her kids she was going to do this, and now that they're all 18 and over they want to stop her, but don't want to cause more drama from her. Cater's bigger sister wants to take her to court for everything she's done, but Cater and his eldest sister just want to ignore it and sweep it under the rug like nothing is going on because it hurts too much to revisit the things they used to have to do. Cater's mom is...a BoyMom. Like she is Not Normal about her son to a creepy uncomfortable extent and Cater doesn't know how to deal with it, he mostly tries to break contact with her, but she is relentless and a master guilt tripper. He had been looking forward to his 18th birthday to officially disown her or put a restraining order on her, but never had the heart to actually do it, because...it is his mom, and family never abandons each other unless you want to be a piece of shit, right? (This is not serious, please, if you have family that doesn't treat you well don't be afraid to leave if you can)

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Incorrect Scarlet and Violet Quotes Part 3

Guess who still has a bunch of these sitting in a document?

Juliana: Happiness is like rainbows! If you see one, you smile because it’s so colorful! Sometimes, you get two and you get double happy!! :D

Kieran: Sometimes, you always get none even after watching so many rainy days you just stop and you just sit there, disappointed that no matter your effort, happiness doesn’t want you and life just truly hates you.

Penny: *calling a therapist*

Kieran, at the beginning of Teal Mask: *looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll*

Kieran, at the end of Teal Mask: *looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you*

Kieran, at the beginning of Indigo Disk: *looks like he could kill you, could definitely kill you*

Kieran, at the end of Indigo Disk: *looks like he could kill you, is a cinnamon roll*

*if Nemona was a waitress*

Nemona: Okay, guys, who wanted the macaroni and bees?

Everyone, at the table: …

Arven: …You mean cheese, right?

Nemona, struggling to keep the bowl covered: That does make more sense, actually—

Juliana, barging into Penny’s room, pushing in a wheelbarrow with Nemona in it: PENNY! NEMONA’S DEAD!

Penny: *gasps*

Nemona, getting up: That’s right! Dead serious about going to Disneyland!!

Penny: *groans*

Florian, about to leave Naranja/Uva Academy: Don’t spend all day watching anime, okay?

Penny: I forge my own path!

Clavell, tired: I’d like to live through one week in this school that’s not a whole new verse of ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’.

Yukito, meeting Juliana for the first time: Oh, is this the girl your always telling me about, Kieran?

Kieran, nervously chuckling: AHA, Grandma! Stop making things up!

Yukito: She’s even prettier in person—

Kieran, opening a window and jumping out: Okay gotta run, bye!

Arven: Just when I thought Nemona couldn’t get any weirder, I saw her trying to write three different essays at the same time.

Arven: She was taking one essay at a time and writing a few sentences before moving onto the next.

Carmine: I think I’m getting sick, I’m losing my voice.

Juliana: That means you can’t yell at us anymore!

*later*

Juliana: Turns out Carmine is a lot scarier when she’s quiet.

Kieran: Do you think we could ever be… more than friends?

Juliana, beaming: I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED! I can totally see us as Pokémon! I even drew a picture, let me go ge—

Carmine: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and look at the picture.

The squad: Aww.

Carmine: And then I tell myself ‘If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything’.

The squad: Oh.

Arven: Did you get the eggs like I asked?

Nemona: Even better!

Arven: What did you do?

Nemona, holding up a chicken: Her name is Fluffy.

Kieran: What are you? Two?

Drayton: Yeah, two heads taller than you!

Kieran: *inhales deeply*

*5 minutes later*

Kieran: OPEN THE DOOR, YOU COWARD!!

Drayton: I WAS JUST JOKING! Juliana, calling Penny: Can you come pick me up? I think I’m lost…

Penny: I swear, if you got lost playing Pokémon Go—

Juliana: I caught an Eevee. If you pick me up, I’ll name it Penny.

Penny: I’m on my way!!

*when Juliana first meets Kieran again in Blueberry Academy*

Juliana: *going in to hug Kieran*

Kieran: *pushes her away and assumes a fighting stance*

Juliana: Hey, why’d you push me???

Kieran: I thought you were going to attack me.

Juliana: I was going to hug you!

Kieran, narrowing his eyes: Why would you hug me?

Juliana: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU?!

And that’s the end of part 3!! I still have so many quotes so there will probably be a part 4 in the future. (I swear I’ll post more than just incorrect quotes but they are just really fun to write lol.)