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jgracie · 27 days

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⚡️ DATING JASON GRACE

masterlist | rules

percy’s version | leo’s version | frank’s version | travis’ version | luke’s version

in which in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

pairing jason grace x fem!reader

warnings reader is implied to not be a child of the big three + a greek

When Taylor Swift said, “in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman,” she was talking about Jason. That whole song is just about Jason

This man is so respectful and considerate and just really wonderful. He feels too good to be true! Which is why you don’t let yourself fall for him at first. He’s literally the most perfect guy you’ve ever met

Meanwhile, Jason’s thinking the same about you. To him, you’re a breath of fresh air from all the rigidness and strict lines he’s been forced into not only as a Roman but as a son of Jupiter. Why would you want to be stuck with someone as boring as him?

So you just spent your days longingly gazing at each other when the other wasn’t looking while also avoiding each other in public spaces because both of you were slightly intimidated by the other’s gorgeous presence

Your first proper interaction must’ve been orchestrated by Hera and Aphrodite themselves considering how adamant you two were on being 6ft apart at all times, and surprisingly, it was in the mortal world

You were spending the day at your favourite library because you missed it and liked to pretend your life was normal by blending in with mortals, and also because you had studying you needed to do since quests left ample time for schoolwork

Jason was there because he’d been cooped up at camp for as long as he could remember and wanted to see what life away from the Gods and their schemes was like, and what better place to figure that out than a library?

You breathed a sigh of relief as you finally finished the essay you’d been working on since you arrived at the library. It had been weighing on your mind for days but you couldn’t find time for it until today. As a reward for your hard work, you decided to get yourself a sweet treat (me too girl) before continuing your studies

Haphazardly packing up your stuff, you quickly got up, practically drooling at the thought of the new menu item you were finally going to get after craving for weeks

You were a little too excited. As you turned, you bumped into someone, dropping some of your papers

“Gods, I’m so sorry,” the person you bumped into said, quickly bending down to gather all your stuff

You knew that voice. You could recognise it anywhere

“Jason? What’re you doing here?” You said, suddenly feeling awfully hot for no particular reason

That was the day you really befriended Jason Grace. He decided to accompany you to the cafe you planned to go to, paid for your order and spent the rest of the day there with you. Away from all the craziness of demigod life, you and Jason finally got to truly know each other

After a while of getting closer, you two begin to date, and it might just be the most beautiful relationship known to man. The way Jason acted before you began dating was nothing compared to now. That was just the bare minimum

You literally never have to lift a finger around him as he insists on doing everything for you. He opens doors for you, pulls your chairs out and takes your coats off for you. If you’re on a quest and you need to sleep, he makes sure you always get the comfier place and takes first watch

He also always leaves you notes. Sometimes they’re notes of motivation, sometimes they’re small poems about how much he loves you and sometimes they’re just really random

Jason is a big fan of taking polaroid pictures with you. After Hera stripped him of his whole life, he’s always had a fear of waking up one day with the same feeling he had on that wilderness school bus, so he takes pictures with all the people he loves and keeps journals and has a box full of all the things that are important to him in case it happens

He keeps one in his wallet at all times to ensure his immediate remembrance of you if his memories get taken again

(As if he’d forget you in the first place. Hera would have to pry the memories of you out of his cold, dead hands)

Your siblings love him so much too! They were a little stressed at first because he’s a child of Zeus, the God notorious for breaking the hearts of his lovers and cheating on his eternal wife, but he showed up at your cabin door to pick you up for a date with a bouquet of flowers for the cabin and then walked you back himself, staying outside until the very second the door was shut and now they love him LOL

Sometimes you think they love him more than you because they’re always asking about him

You spend a lot of time at his cabin. He disguises it as just really wanting to spend time with you and while that is true, secretly it's also because the Zeus cabin gets super cold and lonely and is also kind of scary at night, even though he sleeps in the one space away from the gaze of his father

“Honey,” Jason says, wrapping an arm around your waist. The campfire sing along had ended which signified the end of the day, and all around you, campers were wishing their friends goodnight as they headed to their cabins. You suppressed a giggle, knowing exactly what Jason wanted from the tone of his voice

You hummed, giving your boyfriend a bleary-eyed smile as you waited for him to voice his request. It was cute how even though you’d done this many times before, he still got shy at the idea of you two sleeping in the same room, on the same bed

“Would you maybe wanna spend the night at my cabin? I missed you today, and I can’t even begin to imagine how hot it must be in your cabin, with all your siblings in it, y’know.”

“Are you asking because you missed me or because you’re scared of daddy dearest?” You quipped, unable to contain yourself as his face turned bright red

“I’m kidding, Jase, of course I’ll spend the night with you!”

Later on in your relationship, when he’s sure you’re the one for life, he shows you around New Rome. He grew up with a peaceful life in the city being the goal, so it only made sense for him to show you around

Loves the way you light up at everything around you. He’d known New Rome for his whole life and could draw a map of it blind, but you make it feel brand new

Is ecstatic when you tell him you also want to start a life with him in New Rome. The moment you utter those words he’s already signed papers for an apartment and is drawing punnett squares to figure out what your kids would look like (I hate punnett squares they are the bane of my existence)

You know the part in The Notebook where the girl’s describing the house she wants? That’s what Jason showing u around New Rome reminds you of

Years later, you reminisce on the way you’d avoid each other as you tell your kids about your lives as teens in your lovely house in New Rome because he definitely did not die <3

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strawhbrrries · 7 months

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Invisible String.

pairing: older brother's best friend!frank castle x reader

summary: all along there was some invisible string tying you to frank castle.

warnings: none, just lots of sweetness!!!

word count: 1267 words

author’s note: this version of frank is so ken from barbie where it's like "ken's day was good as long as barbie looked at him" and i love it, listen to invisible string by taylor swift to get the full experience.

Were there clues I didn’t see?

Frank’s eyes scanned your face, watching the way your nose scrunched when you laughed so hard it was silent and water was streaming down your face and the campfire in front of you warmed your face. He’d spent every single day since the two of you had met admiring you, watching your heart get broken from every guy you brought home, being the shoulder you could count on when all of your friends inevitability flaked out. He could count all the times he tried to express his feelings on one hand, backing out at the last moment each and every time.

“What are you staring at? Weirdo.” You teased, scrunching your nose in the very way he found irresistible, making a face at him and turning back to the rest of your friend group.

You loved Frank, more than any friend should love their best friend. You’d lost count of how many nights you’d spent crying to your mom over the phone, wondering why he just didn’t like you back and asking what you did to deserve this torture from the universe.

“Nothing.” He smiled back, catching the eye of your friend across the fire, taking a sip of the beer in his hand. He never tried to hide his affection for you, never tried to make it a secret to anyone but you, he was fully aware that everyone around the two of you was most likely aware of the crush he had on you.

Were there clues I didn’t see?

Frank was your, slightly, older brother’s best friend. He’d been around for as long as you could remember, in almost every photograph there was of you or your brother since your mom started printing photos out. But he never had that older brother feel that a lot of your brother’s friends had, it wasn’t that he was unreliable or careless. He was the opposite. He cared more than any of your brother’s friends normally did. Sure, they’d come to your rescue if a boy hurt you or if you needed a ride somewhere or if you just needed a pick me up.

Frank was different. He cared. If the boys were going out to dinner he almost always picked up something for you on the way back, the only times he didn’t was in respect for the girl he was seeing at the time. He’d slip a twenty in the pocket of the jacket you always wore if he knew you needed some extra money, or if he knew you needed cheering up. Even if he didn’t have a job he always did it, and he never regretted it. To him, what he thought was, unrequited love wasn’t an issue. He’d cross every ocean and move every mountain and act like it was the easiest thing to do, all just to get a hint of a smile aimed towards him.

Frank was only two years older than you, well technically two years and one day, and he’d never let you forget it. He’d tell you to respect your elders and you’d shoot back that he was definitely an elder and that you could see the gray hairs coming in. The day you were born your mom told his that you two were destined for each other, she swore she could tell just by the way the two year old held your fraile, hours old body. His mom would tell you on every birthday you were just one more year closer to becoming a Castle girl, telling you how you’d make the prettiest one too. You always rolled your eyes and thanked her for whatever she had gotten you that year.

Were there clues I didn’t see?

“Your mom keeps lecturing me on how to treat women, she acts like I’m whoring myself out like your brother is.” He rolled his eyes, washing the dishes in the sink. None of which were his, considering he was in your house at midnight doing the chores you’d been putting off for awhile.

“She just cares, Frankie.” You mumbled back, legs swinging as they hung off the counter next to the sink, watching him scrub at the residue left on a pan you should’ve definitely cleaned the same day you used it.

You’d graduated college a few months ago, gotten the job of your dreams and yet felt so unfulfilled. You knew why. He was standing in your kitchen complaining about your mom, dish towel swung over his shoulder and shaggy hair pulled back by a headband you demanded he put on before he got stuff in his hair. Ever since you’d moved to this apartment he’d been over pretty much everyday, it felt odd without his presence in the house, it felt lonely without him.

“I tell her every time, I only want one woman.” He responded, catching your eye as he took the towel off his shoulder to dry the dish he just washed.

“So tell the girl, there’s no use telling me about it if you haven’t told her.” Your heart felt heavy, no matter how many times he’d tried to hint at you that he was in love with you it just never clicked, it might as well had come out of your ass and slid across the floor with a giant sign proclaiming your love for him.

“It’s you.”

Isn’t it just so pretty to think…

“Mom it’s just an anniversary, there really isn’t a need to bring the whole family here. It’s just dinner.” You explained, not knowing she knew more than you.

The ring was in his pocket, lighting it on fire, burning a hole right through the fabric. Frank’s mind couldn’t comprehend that this was happening, it was really happening, after years of pining after you he was going to propose.

All along there was some…

The day had finally come, you’d worked your ass off to get everything perfect and exactly the way you wanted it to be. Teenage you couldn’t believe you were standing here, actually about to become a Castle girl. You weren’t sure how both moms knew it was destined to be but you were glad they did, there wasn’t anyone else in the entire world you’d rather be doing this with.

“I can still remember the first time your mom told me I was destined to be a Castle girl, I had rolled my eyes and scoffed like that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. Why on earth would I want to marry my brother’s best friend? That seemed like torture. As the years went by it became something I couldn’t help but dream about, wondering how our relationship would come to be and if you had the intricate proposal I wanted down to the finest details. Every time you brought a girlfriend around, I hated you. Not really, but as much as a teenager full of angst and the world's largest crush on her brother’s best friend could muster. Then you matured, stopped bringing girls around and paid more attention to me. But you never made a move, I thought I was destined to be the little sister forever. But then, that one night in my kitchen you were complaining about how my mom kept lecturing you about how to treat women and you confessed your feelings. Stopped washing my dishes and gave me a kiss, it was surreal. Comparable to the ending of a coming-of-age movie. You’ve been around my whole life, Frankie, and all along there was some invisible string tying you to me.”

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goldsbitch · 3 months

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I gave so many signs

summary: First unrequited love is not the one to ever leave your mind. Y/N looks back at her missed connection with Charles Leclerc from the time they were just teenagers and regrets having him slip away.

song fic (disclaimer: rights belong to the respectable owners)

exile - Taylor Swift Lie to me - 5 Seconds of Summer (feat. Julia Michaels) Worst of you - Maisie Peters

warning: Present time, the past

Coming back home to Monaco always brought a sour smile to her face. She loved growing up in this strange small town where everyone knew each other and celebrities came to show off and then went back to wherever, to tell stories of Monte Carlo.

They say that you get to experience three very different real loves in your lifetime - and only if you're lucky, it would be with the same person. Her first love was Charles Leclerc.

I saw you lookin' brand new overnight I caught you lookin' too, but you didn't look twice

Visiting family was the reason why she always came back, but going out with the few girls from high school who stayed there was a treat she dared not to miss. There is just something about hanging out with those people who helped one buy the first eyeshadow and with whom she pregamed at one of their step dad's dermatology office before going on trying to get into any club that would allow minors in. So there she was once again, at the old time spot, having a harder time to hold her alcohol since she'd passed the magic non hangover years. And to her luck, he walked in only a bare half an hour later than her.

Whenever she saw him, even after those years, it was like everyone else had dissapeared from the room. He seemed to age like wine.

It's 3 AM and the moonlight's testing me I know that you've been holding on to someone else And now I can't sleep

"Come here to me," she teased, moving closer to him. He tried to stop her and playfully pushed himself the furthest away possible the couch would allow. "Charlie, let me see!" she insisted and sat on top of him. She had to act quickly, there would be no way for her to keep the upper hand. He was just turning eighteen soon and the time in gym was starting to bring back results. "I do not have any hairline, Y/N," he gasped, annoyed. His tone changed. Back then she interpreted it as just him being done with her shit. Looking at it now, there probably was a different reason why he became more stiff. She sat on him, going through his hair and taking few photos, blissfully unaware. "I'll show this to you in a few years and we'll see! Ha!" Charles eyes were shooting arrows in her direction. She looked back at him, curious and not grasping the moment in the same way as he did. "What?" she asked simply. "Nothing..."

I can see you standing, honey With his arms around your body Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

She laughed a bit at that memory as she sipped her drink and tried her best to avoid keeping looking back at him as he sat with his current friends and an absolute gorgeous girl laughing at his joke. She knew who she was. Sometimes she peaked at his socials and then blocked him again right away. She certainly knew he had her blocked.

They went to different schools and Charles had his racing activities anyway. So they'd spent a lot of time texting. A lot.

It was just one of the horrifically long school days where she doubted the point of her existence. Life had to be more than sitting in a pointless computer science class. She wanted to be a big lawyer girl boss one day, so why would she ever care about programming. There she was, staring at the assignment from the teacher who was stuck in 20th century anyway, having little to no clue what to do. As she'd usually do, she texted Charles. Bombed him with twenty texts demanding attention, before he finally responded. "OMG i thought someone had died" "i am dying charles" "no your not" "*you're" "i can go back to my race simulator if you keep being a little shit" "nooo, please dont go. you're my only hope. sorry, your. i get it, you got out of the school too early." "that's it, i'm gone" "noo, please stay, I'll be nice and say nice things about you" "i'm staying, go on" "you are absolutely gorgeous" "yes, agree. more" "you are soo funny, amazing, future heart breaker and your passion for racing is so inspiring" "i like this. more"

Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury

They were inseparable, yet nobody knew. Always meeting alone, because they did not need anyone and their social circles didn't really meet together. Whenever he was back in town, the two of them would hit up their favorite café or hang out at his house and then go for a walk. The two of them walked around Monte Carlo as if they were suppose to be the cartographers creating the first map of that area ever. Those were the good old days that came to end very unexpectedly.

We always walked a very thin line You didn't even hear me out (Didn't even hear me out) You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

His hands were shaking when he sent the email. But he just could not take it anymore. He was over the moon in love with her and didn't know how to contain it.

"there is no easy way to say this. i love you. sorry. i'm stupid and i know we're just friends. but i basically live only for racing and seeing you. i'm terrified of seeing you with someone else. if there is at least a cell in your body that feels the same, please let's meet up and talk about it. if not, do not reply and i will never mention this again and deal with it. i love you."

She was seventeen when she got his message out of the blue. A scared little girl who was petrified of feelings and anything relationship related. So she never replied to his email.

All this time I never learned to read your mind I couldn't turn things around (I couldn't turn things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (You never gave a warning sign)

Charles had a very little hope that she'd feel the same - why would she, such an amazing person, kind, fun and totally glorified in his eyes, so he could not even imagine him being worthy of her. But what if? What if he was enough? With every day when she did not respond to his email, his heart sank lower. Still, the pain of the first rejection is a hard one to take, because it's usually from a scared unexperienced heart to another and the clumsiness causes great deal of accidental collateral damage one remembers until the end of their life.

You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out

She texted him from school few days after that - a normal text, as if nothing happened. Both of them were too chicken to address the situation openly. So he opted for buring his feeling and she for playing like she had no idea. Deep down, she always knew, even before he emailed her. They texted, continued to meet up. But it was never the same again.

Flashing back to New York City I was done, but you undid me Classic me to run when it feels right

It was hard to get closure for her. After all that had happened and the mess the two made for each other was a hard lesson she remembered vividly. She glanced at your first love again - and finally she met his look, after almost two years of managing to missing each other while they were both back in Monaco. She'd daydreamed about bumping into him, the two chatting and smiling again. The world stopped again for few moments. He shot her an unsure quick half smile that said it all. She knew him too well for that.

And now I wish we never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget While I'm cleaning up your mess I know he's taking off your dress

It was her prom night and she could not be more excited. All her friends were here, family, even Charles managed to get in town to watch her dance and drink all night. She had the night of her life, perfect end to end this chapter of life. The excitement her eyes held was contagious. She spent the first half of her evening with the family and Charles, sharing few dances and laughs. If felt like the good old days. But one shot of tequila led to another and there she was, drunk as pirate and unhinged like a teenage girl. Charles did his best to keep her parents at bay, keep them occupied while he got one of his friends to take care of her. He was worried she might do something stupid, like walk up to the stage and fall down breaking all of her bones. Finally, her parents decided to leave without having to saying goodbye to her after Charles spent a good half an hour convincing them she was just in the back stage and that he'd get her home safe. When they were gone, he began to search for her, only to finally find her sitting on the stairs, making out with the friend he assigned to keep an eye on her.

So take me to every party and just talk to your friends Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again Go on and walk all over me, just don't walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway

It was like being cut open alive and having people watch. There was nothing even remotely graceful about her actions, she was literally sitting on the floor having a battle of tongues with another drunk teenager while people had to walk pass her. It was embarrassing. Charles didn't know what to do. He wanted to run away and never come back, but he couldn't leave her there alone. He couldn't bring himself to stop the two of his friends, because he was just too sad and heartbroken to do so. He just stayed nearby and kept an eye on them. It was one of the longest nights in his life.

She couldn't remember the second half of her prom night and Charles would never speak of it, even though she begged him many times. He always became stiff and started to leave the room. She only kept asking, because it marked one of the biggest shifts in their friendships. He became cold, unresponsive and after few weeks, he stopped communicating completely.

You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before

Funny how people's faces change with years, but the eyes stay the same. The eyes and the look. Charles looked at her the second time this evening. It was like staring back at the eighteen year old boy who was drowning in his feeling.

It was one of her last nights in Monaco before leaving for university. Finally, her dreams were coming true. She was more than ready to get our to show the world she was a force to be reckoned with. She sent Charles countless messages before her final departure, at that moment, she was sure she'll never ever get back to Monaco and wanted to at least understand why he became distant. One evening, he finally agreed to meet up and talk. She was over the moon. Knowing that she could always turn Charles over, she left feeling confident - he was one the very few people she was sure shared the same soul as her. It was as if they'd never stopped talking. Jokes flying everywhere, the two of them strolling around, having no idea this would be the last time (and maybe, that was better for her at the time). There was so much to share, the two kept talking over each other for hours. Charles was happy when she finally stopped to take a breath for a moment. She looked him in the eye and saw a look she'd seen countless of times on his face. There was a shift in her mind and out of nowhere, she was kissing the boy she'd been unknowingly in love for years. She'd realize that she loved him only once she started dating a random guy from her college, expecting the same feeling Charles gave her. But it never came. Had she known, she'd have stayed with him. He tried to convince her to start dating him. Almost begged her to try it with him long distance. But there was a whole world for you to discover, places to be and versions of her that needed discovering. She had kissed only once. But it was a kiss of a lifetime. He blocked her on all socials after she rejected him again.

I never learned to read your mind (Never learned to read my mind) I couldn't turn things around (You never turned things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) So many signs, so many signs You didn't even see the signs

The girls were laughing at some joke she missed while digging in her memory for traces of her first love. Charles Leclerc. He was sitting few tables away from her. This time, her heart sank as he kissed his girlfriend on the cheek as they walked away from the bar. She wanted to run to him, to talk to him again after all those years. To tell him the same thing he once emailed her. To explain that she was just too young to notice she had the love of her life right next to you. But she knew all too well what his answer would be. And just like he had back then, she never wanted to hear it out loud.

And I know that you don't, but if I ask you if you love me I hope you lie, lie, lie, lie, lie to me

part 2

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yourmidnightlover · 10 months

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timeless - ch. 1

series summary: you, bucky and steve were the best of friends growing up. what happens when you're assigned to be a war nurse for the 107th? what happens when bucky finds himself 70 years later with scattered memories of the girl who brought him so much comfort? will your love for each other remain after all of the pain you've been put through? will your love for each other remain timeless?

chapter summary: after learning you will be leaving as a war nurse with the 107th, you and bucky struggle to come to terms with what that may mean for the two of you.

warnings: cursing, eventual smut, eventual war, eventual ANGST, NOT BETA'D i think that's it for now...

w/c: 1k+

a/n: i'm baackk! this is a series i've been working up for a while, i have quite the arch planned for the future in this series, so please stay tuned. also, i was confused as to what to title this an then taylor swift released the vault tracks and TIMELESS was PERFECT for the title. y'know, going off to fight in the war in 1944 (43 - same difference) anywho, i hope you all enjoy, as i DO plan on staying on top of this fic for now. updates will be scattered.

chapter 2 ->

1943

you had grown up with steve and bucky in brooklyn. your single mother was the lead nurse in the war, and for that reason, bucky and his family had taken you in with open arms.

your mother had taught you as her apprentice. in fact, you had been the one to patch steve up each time he would get into little scruffles, occasionally doing the same for bucky on the off chance that he would need it.

the hospital you were working in enjoyed your presence, very similarly to how they viewed your mother’s. you were oftentimes a woman in charge, demanding their respect and attention in spite of you being so young. your mother taught you well, and that included teaching you your worth.

steve was much like a younger brother to you. you loved fighting and arguing with him as often as you could, all with love, of course. there were times some of the fight he and bucky got into were because of the way other men may have treated you or things they would say about you.

and bucky, well, bucky was a whole other story. you had thought the world of him. he insisted on training you to fight how he had learned during bootcamp, just to teach you how to take care of steve. although, it was really because he wanted to make sure you’d be safe with him away on deployment. after all, who else would make sure the asshole men that stayed behind would treat you right?

living with him since your mother was practically deployed was something you had never predicted. late nights at the theater with steve would end with you and bucky, curled together on the couch, asleep after talking for so long. your mind almost forgot that you and bucky weren’t a couple. but if that wasn’t the case, then why hasn’t he spoken to or of another woman since you moved in two years ago?

either way, waking in his arms became so normal for you. you were so enveloped by him that you didn’t even think about what may happen when he actually had to leave for deployment.

but, deployment was one topic that you tried to steer away from.

you would talk about your late nights at the hospital, each patient that tested your nerve or was super sweet. he would talk about the idiots he would train or trained under. you never, ever breached the topic of him leaving. mostly because then, your mind would wander to him coming back, and the possibility of that never happening.

what neither of you expected was for you to be called into action as a war nurse yourself.

steve was furious. well, moreso jealous than furious. hell, they would rather take a young nurse than train him to fight as a soldier. but, you asured him it was likely your mother’s doing. she probably knew that you could handle yourself, being her prodige and all.

you also thought it was likely her orchestrations because you were to be deployed with the 107th, just like bucky.

“no,” bucky argued as if you could change the orders, walking into the kitchen to grab an apple. “you’re not going. nope. it’s not gonna happen, y/n!”

“jamie,” you took the apple from his hand, placing it on the counter before holding his hand in both of yours. “we can’t change it. i have to go, you know that.”

he sighed, “where are you going, then? will you be safe?” his eyebrows furrowed with nothing but concern and worry. it was almost as if he truly loved you.

“i’m being deployed with the 107th,” you shrugged with a meek smile, trying to convince him you weren’t frightened.

you were scared. of course, you were. you were going to war. albeit, you weren’t fighting in it, but you would be right near it. the thought terrified you. but, if bucky knew how scared you were he would never be at peace with it. the calmer you were the easier it would be for him to accept the reality of the situation.

“you’re kidding me, right?” he scoffed as he pulled his hand from your own. “you’re going INTO the fight? does your mother even know about this?” his hand takes through his hair as he sat down at the dining room table.

“i think so, yea,” you nodded as you stood in front of him. “we can’t change it, though. you’ve been training me-“

“that’s kiddy stuff, y/n,” he let his face fall into his hands. “that’s the first day of basics that they trained us during boot camp. that took me months to teach you properly. i don’t-i can’t lose you, y/n.” his eyes remained trained on the table in front of him.

“you won’t,” you took his face in your hands, guiding him to look at you. it took you a second to notice the wet tears that were adorning his face. you took the liberty of wiping them away. “i’ll be right there with you,” your smile was able to bring one onto his own grim features. “besides, who else would look after your dumb ass?”

his hands held yours on his face, “i’ll always protect you, y/n. i won’t let anything happen to you, not if my life depended on it.”

“don’t say that,” you rolled your eyes as the words now held a deeper meaning than if he had said them previously. “it might actually happen, jamie.”

“i’m serious,” it was his turn to hold onto your face, lifting your chin up to meet his eyes. “i would do anything for you.”

“yea, whatever,” you brushed off his kind words before you read too far into them and hurt your own feelings, crushed with the weight of your own expectations.

he saw you as a sister. that’s all. at least, that’s what you had to repeat to yourself all this time.

“so… you’re coming off to war with me?” the both of you dropped your hands and tried to find something else to distract from the tension.

“i’m coming off to war with you, sarge, but only to wrap you up when you get too stupid for your own good.”

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sakurabutterflyart · 4 months

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Floyd X Classical Troll Fem Reader

(As a person who enjoyed classical music or just a fan of violin. I've also been to a choir, which is totally a classical and different to singing pop. I base it a little of my experience.

But disclaimer. I still lack Classical music knowledge. But I do write fanfictions for fun and wonder what happens when Pop and Classical music comes together.

Im no professional writer, English is not my first language either. This just happen to be one of my intrusive thoughts that needs to be written.)

My name is (Y/N), I've been living in Trollstopia since the beginning. My family along with my fellow classical trolls just wanted to be open to new cultures, which is why we decided to move here.

Being a Classical Troll means I have to be professional all the time and a perfectionist, cause that's how my parents taught me about classical music.

So I followed the rules. Even though I love music, sometimes I get sick of it. Like there's something wrong about it.

But then I met him... Floyd

Classical Trolls are so strict. That I was never used to be treated gently by someone that I never knew I needed. Floyd makes my heart go softer, which honestly kinda scares me sometimes.

When I met him, I just happen to run into him. When he got lost in Trollstopia, while visiting his brother Branch. He heard my violin playing. I actually heard a catchy pop song that is mixed with country from this song writer named Taylor Swift and surprisingly also a classical rock guitar from a rock Troll named Demo.

That I decided to play a pop song on that day after getting scolded by my conductor, that I wanted to be left alone. I was a disappointment to my fellow classical trolls despite being the daughter of the Great Classical Troll. I was always told that I was the most difficult one to teach, like I was tone-deaf or something.

Being in a prestigious group is a lot of pressure already. Being there is so suffocating, traumatizing in fact from the way I get startled when I get scolded by everyone. That I needed to go out and have time to enjoy music on my own. I played my violin with a famous Taylor swift music called Enchanted, also tried singing it after playing it. Trying to turn it into a classical version. I'm already a disappointment anyways, so what's the harm of singing a pop rock country song?

"Woah, you have a beautiful voice there miss." I was startled and almost had a heart attack, when I turned around I spotted a Pop Troll. He must be from Pop village. "I like your version of that song that I just needed to see who played it."

I felt my face heating from embarrassment. I'm suppose to yell at him for scaring me, but instead I felt a chuckle escape from my throat of his comment. I was flattered, but of course I brushed it off by saying, "Nah I'm just messing around, I hit the wrong notes."

Then I heard him giggled along and sat right next to me.

"Well to me your voice is beautiful. Just like what me and my brother said about being in harmony. We don't have to be perfect to be in harmony, we just have to be as we are."

"Hah! Really?" I scoffed, cause the #1 rule of being a Classical Troll is to make it perfect as possible.

"Really, why else would me and my brothers manage to hit the family harmony and rescued me from a diamond prison? "

I stared at him wide eyed, a few seconds later I gasped.

"No..." I whispered in amazement. He giggled at my reaction.

"Yes."

"NOOO..."

"YES."

"YOU'RE FROM BROZONE?! "

"YES!"

💛💛💛

With that we talked and talked, eventually became friends. Surprisingly, we easily connected like we've known each other for a long time, despite our differences in culture.

At first it was pure respect and amazement. For being in Brozone who achieved the family harmony after a long time in history.

Our meetings became frequent, it's no longer as fellow musician, but as friends. I learned his name was Floyd. Being with Floyd, makes me feel safe. I have great sense of comfort around him. I enjoyed spending time with him. That I myself surprisingly willing to go to parties on Pop Village just to see him.

Whenever i feel down and pressured from classical music. He knew exactly how to encourage me and keep my confidence up, even helped me hit the right notes by harmonizing with him. And as expected... his VERY gifted!

I've never felt such connection with anyone nor felt understood and comforted of my entire life. He made me laugh... and even cry at the same time from joy, which is very strange...

💛💛💛 A month passed by...

In a blink, it was just another day of our regular practice. But I was shocked that my conductor was more harsh than usual. Not only did he embarrassed me in front of my fellow choir mates, he say cruel words that I will never become better nor do I belong there, that I'm better off not being in their group.

That I snapped and walk out from that suffocating rehearsal room.

I was really feeling thorn that even Floyd noticed. That I was crying the whole night, that I'm pretty sure that my puffy eyes is still not gone. All the hardwork and time I gave, to only find out that I was never welcomed there to begin with.

That Floyd decided to drag me out of my pod, after being trapped there for almost a week. It was sunset, so the heat of the summer is gone that its a perfect time to have a picnic near the sea.

He decided to lay me down and relax, in this beautiful scenery . He brought my favorite snacks, the books we enjoyed together, along with our favorite classical pop song that we've made together. As he continue to comfort me with his words and laughing along with his funny stories about his brothers.

We ended up in silence, enjoying the fresh breeze of wind. I was trapped in my room for a long time, that I didn't realized that there's a good spot to forget what happened.

I turned around to see Floyd facing me, eyes shut. I lay closer to him, running my fingers through his smooth red hair, causing him to wake up.

We ended up staring into each other in silence, but a comfortable one. Without even thinking, I was caressing his cheeks. Feeling my heart beat wildly. I can feel his hands holding mine from where I held his face. He slid it down to my arms, caressing it too.

At that moment. Both of us were not thinking, but before we even knew it. I can feel the warmth of his lips unto mine. And it felt great. He then pushed me down towards the ground, he was on top of me. Continue tasting my lips, with his palms pinning my wrist against the floor.

I was having a terrible week, but never would've thought that it'll also be one of the best one. Where I can finally get to hold him this close and closer than ever before.

"I love you... Y/N." He whispered and continue to trail kisses unto my neck.

💛💛💛

A/N: What? Floyd being the bottom is getting cliche to all Floyd X reader I've read, him being bold is surprisingly good too hehe. I guess John Dory also mistaken his role to be the sensitive one. Almost.

#brozone #brozone x reader #trolls band together #trolls floyd #trolls floyd x reader #brozone floyd

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callmewrinkles3 · 1 year

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You Belong With Me - DR3 x fem!OC

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Summary: Em’s settling into working with the boys full time, and Renault are treating her with respect so it’s a good time. Even though women want to flirt with Dan, he goes back with her every night. Maybe they do belong with each other after all.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Smut (oral sex (f&m receiving), handjobs, fingering, piv sex, not exactly private sex), mentions of alcohol.

A/N: Another race week, another full chapter about these two! Hopefully this is a little more interesting than Baku was. As always, if you’ve got questions or comments let us know, and thank you for loving our Emmy the same way we love her.

October 2019

They’d arrived in Austin from Mexico early on Monday morning, the four of them half stumbling off the plane and being met at arrivals by Scotty. It wasn’t a long flight, but the five am takeoff meant it was before two when they got out of bed. Could they have booked later? Probably, but Dan wanted as much time as possible in Austin and Em wasn’t going to argue about it. They made their way to the hotel and checked in, everyone going to bed for a couple of hours before getting up and meeting for lunch. Em spent half the time they were supposed to be sleeping curled up in Dan’s arms, trading lazy kisses in between naps.

The decision was made to head out that night to Dan’s favourite bar. Monday was chilled out, it was Halloween that week so any other day would be busier, and they didn’t want to deal with loads of people. It involved dirt cheap drinks and good country music. Plus a dance floor that Em knew she’d insist she wasn’t going to get on before Dan pulled her onto it. And then if she played her cards right he’d pull her into a corner to make out before anyone could see them. Just because their friends knew they slept together now didn’t mean they wanted to share all the things they did.

Unusually for a weeknight the bar was busy, a bachelorette party on one side of the bar and a couple of birthday parties there. They’d managed to grab a booth for their first couple of drinks while they teased Scotty about being a Red Bull athlete and sitting in the Racing Point garage that weekend with his girlfriend. It didn’t take long for people to start saying they wanted to dance. Blake insisted he was staying there to keep the table, Em saying she’d do the same. But before long Dan had grabbed her hand and pulled her out to dance to the bluegrass that was playing. They moved to the music, Em letting go of her nerves being in the large crowd.

Everyone was dressed for the occasion in cowboy boots and denim. She had the pearlescent pink boots that Dan had bought her the year before with a matching hat on her head, denim shorts and one of Dan’s flannels over a white tank top. She was cosy and comfy and happy being there with Dan until she could feel eyes staring in the back of her head. The way they went from her to Dan and back again. It was like a sixth sense how she could tell the girl staring at them from across the room. Her outfit looked like it came straight from 2007 Taylor Swift, long blonde hair and legs for days. Her cowboy boots were heeled and black, wearing a white handkerchief dress and a black cowboy hat on her head. Em couldn’t fight against that. She was Emma from Liverpool who’d just started working for Blake and Michael, she wasn’t any better than the beautiful personification of cowgirl Barbie. She could deal with that, she’d go back to her hotel room alone when Dan decided to leave.

But she wasn’t giving up without a fight. The girl was looking at Daniel with a smile on her face and Em decided to do what usually worked for her. She put a hand around Dan’s bicep and pulled, pointing to the bar and he followed. His hands went around her waist, one of her hands on top of his as they made their way across. Usually that stopped girls who were coming to flirt with Dan, but this time it was useless. Even Dan’s arm around her as they stood at the bar did nothing. It was like Em was completely invisible, the blonde taking advantage of them stuck in the same place to stand beside Dan and begin to flirt and all she could do was wait and listen.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Em watched from the corner of her eye as Dan let go of her and turned. She knew him so well, how flirty he was, how kind he was. How he always made people feel like they were the only person he’d ever spoken to.

“I’m Dan, and you?” He was pulling out his politeness, the way he was around sponsors and people he was meeting through work. He always took his time and asked questions and spoke carefully to them. He was raised to be a gentleman - he always was with Em, and usually was with most people - and it was clear to her he was only doing it out of politeness. It meant that she felt more comfortable ducking under his arm, holding on tightly. The clueless look on his face would have been the most adorable thing in the world to her if it wasn’t for how awkward the entire situation was.

“Amber-Lynn. It’s so good to see ya. Do y’all come here often?

“First time here.” Dan raised his eyebrows, the signal that he had no idea what was actually going on. It made her smile anyway because they just wanted their drinks and to get away. Really though, it meant that he just wanted this to be over so they could go sit back down. Get away from Amber-Lynn and spend time together.

It was a total lie that they’d never been there. Dan had discovered it his first year racing in Austin and went every year. He’d dragged her to it nearly as soon as they’d made it to Austin the year before, it was where after his DNF they’d come up with the sex ban to see if she was his bad luck charm.

She didn’t blame Amber-Lynn for flirting with Dan, she had to stop herself from drooling every time she spent time around Dan. He joked about his curls getting the girls and he wasn’t wrong bout it. He was handsome, he knew it, and Em was absolutely crazy about every single part of him. From his big smile to his nose and jaw to his tattoos to his gorgeous tanned skin to his big beautiful neck and the way she just wanted to mark it all up she loved all of him. If it was a different situation she would have tried flirting with him the second she saw him in a bar - she had flirted with him in a bar the week after they’d agreed they weren’t going to sleep together again - but she never would have done it if there was another woman holding his arm and leaning into him. Not when the guy she wanted to flirt with was holding another woman with his arm around her hip.

To everyone else it was just friends when they’d been standing against the wall. None of them realised that his hand wasn’t in the small of her back, but his fingers were inside the dark denim back pocket, cupping the swell of her ass. Nobody got to see how his fingers bounced against her, how his thumb rubbed slow circles just under her waistband to torture her. Part of it was how he kept her grounded and stopped her anxiety when so many people were around and it was a busy place, but it was also a guaranteed way to turn her into a needy mess and ruin the underwear she was wearing. The only times he took his hand away was when they were on the dance floor or going to get drinks at the bar, but then they went back to their old habits. She hated to admit that she loved it, but it was the truth. It was just another way that Dan made it clear he was right there with her.

Once their glasses were finally in front of them they went to leave, heading back to the table Blake was at. But Amber-Lynn followed, trying to get Dan’s number. Em was completely tongue tied at the sight, shocked that even when Dan gave a no she came out with offering her own. This was a new kind of ridiculousness that she had never seen before. She knew girls flirted with Dan, knew they came offering all kinds of promises and to make his dreams come true. But she never saw it so she never got jealous about it before. Generally in the paddock the rumours about her and Dan were enough to keep people away whenever the two of them were together, and it helped.

“No, thank you,” Dan said and he tried turning away but they weren’t fast enough before the blonde spoke again.

“You sure? I can make it worth your while.”

Dan’s jaw dropped and Em just watched his reaction for a moment. He didn’t give a response, instead he turned and pressed a kiss to Em’s lips, deepening it for just a moment before pecking them again and turning back. Amber-Lynn stared for a second before flouncing off and Em leaned against him.

“Did anyone see?” She asked, Dan shaking his head.

“We were behind the pillar, we’re good. A couple of hours and we can go back to the hotel?”

“Sounds nice.”

“You know I only want you, right?” He asked her and Em nodded before they went back to the table.

She slid into the bench after Dan, his hand going straight back to her pocket and rubbing those circles against her hip and upper ass. They chatted with Blake, taking sips of their drinks before Scotty came over with his girlfriend and a tray of shots to share with everyone. It was the first time Em had properly spent time with Chloe, laughing with the other woman and chatting even as she just wanted to leave. The bar was busier than expected, it was noisy, there was too much going on. She started leaning against Dan, her arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder in their universal sign of “I want to go home”. She wasn’t at the press a kiss to his jaw stage yet, but it was coming soon

Everyone always watched as they acted like that, their little ways of communicating so different to the rest of their friends. They could have conversations without words, the two of them communicating through a smile or a raised eyebrow. Even a hand squeeze could mean a million things but they always knew the right one. Michael and Blake thought it was fascinating to watch. Em didn’t fully understand it herself, but she and Dan just knew each other on that level where nothing else mattered.

“Wanna go back to the hotel?” Dan whispered into her ear, Em nodding but trying not to do it too quickly. She was tired and tipsy, and she knew in about twenty minutes she was going to go from being too clingy to being jealous. All she wanted was to be back in their hotel room in Dan’s arms. The blonde’s face was still stuck in her head, the surprise and delight that Dan was going home with Em herself and not a girl throwing herself into his arms. She couldn’t get the image of Amber-Lynn staring at Dan, at the man Emma loved more than anyone in the world, as if she owned him and Em was nothing but a bug on her shoe. But instead it was the opposite, they said goodbye to everyone and walked out, Dan taking her hand as soon as they were outside. He was getting them an Uber and she just buried her face in his chest as he kissed the top of her head.

Even in the car they stayed holding hands, the surreal nature of the situation fully hitting Em there. Dan could have gone back with anyone else that night, but instead she was the one going with him. She didn’t know how she’d become just so lucky. They were going back to the fancy hotel room that Renault had booked, and Dan was going to fuck her brains out because that’s what he always did when he was this clingy as they went back to wherever they were spending that night. It was a beautiful thing in a city she’d grown fond of.

They’d barely made it into the elevator when Dan’s hands were pulling her close, deep kisses as they went to their floor. She was smiling through them, watching Dan’s lust blown eyes stare deeply at her, his lips perking up in a smile.

“You look so fucking pretty,” he murmured in between kisses, only stopping as the doors opened. Em’s hand was wrapped in Dan’s larger one as they half walked, half stumbled to the door. She managed to wave her keycard in front of it and get the door open, laughing at Dan’s movements.

Once the door was closed she was pinned against it. One of Dan’s hands was at her neck, thumb stretching to press against her lips. Em opened her mouth and began to lick softly at the digit. Revelling in the groan Dan let out she pushed against him. Her legs were held apart and need began to run through her as his free hand crept under the tank top she was wearing, pushing the front of it over her head and around her shoulders.

“Danny, don’t tease me. Please, Babe,” she groaned out as the familiar fingers traced the cup of her bra.

“That’s what you were doing all evening. Being so cute. I bet you’re soaked, right?” He let go of her neck to open her shorts, his thumb leaving her mouth with an obscene pop. It took no time at all for two long digits to get inside her underwear and make Em groan. “Let me hear you. You don’t need to be quiet here, promise.”

She couldn’t stop her hips from moving without her realising, pushing against nothing in an attempt to find friction. She felt one finger enter her before the second one joined it, her groan muffled by his shirt. Dan knew every single way to make her body fall apart, keeping her steady as the sound of her wetness pulling him in filled the room.

“More, please?” She asked without realising, a grin on his face as he realised.

“Your clit?” A nod the only response as his lips latched onto her upper chest. Em knew she was a debauched mess, shorts and underwear pulled down around her thighs, tank top up and half over her head. The awkward way it was wrapped around her arms made her tits stick out and Dan took full advantage of his access without her hands able to fist his hair.

Her orgasm grew in her belly, pants and groans mixed with Dan’s non stop pressure. Her head fell back against the door as she opened her mouth in a soundless scream. Pleasure went through every cell in her body, if it wasn’t for Dan holding her up she’d have fallen from the force of it. Once he coaxed her through it he carefully pulled his fingers out and licked them clean of her.

“I told you. I only want you.” She pulled him for a kiss, her boobs pushing against his still clothed torso but she didn’t care. He was there and Dan always did this and always made sure she was happy and satisfied when they had sex. This time she pulled him back towards the bed. She pushed his shirt off and they pulled the others pants down, Dan sitting on the bed and pulling Em into his lap.

“Wanna watch you ride me. Will you do that Baby girl?” Em was unable to deny him anything when he looked like that. She leaned down to take him into her mouth for the shortest few moments, pressing kisses and licks up his dick to make sure he was fully hard. She didn’t actually need to, but she couldn’t resist it purely for the little moan Dan always let out. She crawled up his thighs, her arms around his neck as he slid into her. It was perfect and took her breath away like every single time.

“Missed this,” Em moaned as she took his earlobe between her teeth and nibbled lightly.

“It’s been two days, Baby. You feel so good. So, so good for me. My best girl right here who takes me so well.” His dirty talk continued but Em barely heard it as she was lost in sensation. Her lips moved and pushed kisses up and down his jaw. She wanted to lean in and suck a mark, make him hers, but she stayed away. Dan’s fingers dug into her hips and helped her keep her pace, bouncing up and down in his lap. She let out random noises without meaning to, Dan tightening his grip on her when she did.

“You always make that noise whenever you’re close. Such a cute little squeak from my cute girl. I love hearing it from you Baby.” She pushed faster, her fingers on her clit as Dan kept going. She couldn’t tell when her orgasm hit but she knew Dan’s wasn’t far behind. His hips stuttered against hers as he came, pulling her tight against him. They both fell back against the bed as they realised where they were and what they were doing. Kisses were pushed to her head and she smiled, holding on for a moment before she knew she had to let go and clean up.

But Dan let go of her first, going into the bathroom. A moment later he was back, helping Em off the bed and kissing her cheek. There was a towel and warm water for her to clean up. On the bathroom counter was one of the merch prototypes for her to sleep in. When she got back to the bed she was slightly tipsy and warm and cosy, Dan pulling her in for a final kiss before they were going to sleep.

Tuesday was the second day of her fake weekend so she spent it wandering Austin. There was the offer of a rental car from Renault, but she turned it down in favour of using Uber or buses to really get to grips with the city. There was a store offering custom denim and she decided to go in for a look at it. Instead of just looking, she bought four pairs of jeans that were made to measure for her. The fabric felt good against her skin, and the staff were lovely. Part of her was terrified to spend so much money on clothes. She was a Primark girl at heart even though the bag on her arm was thousands of pounds. Dan had insisted that she got paid a large amount of money because of the work she was doing after their conversation in Russia, and he’d insisted on back pay for her too. Her bank account was healthier than it had been in years.

But she was photographed on a regular basis now, and while Renault let her wear team gear for work she still had eyes on her. People had commented when she wore the same pair of vans to work for a full weekend. This way she could have comfy jeans that worked well for her. She picked up a denim jacket too, and the tailor promised that they’d not only have the clothes ready for her by Friday, but they’d get delivered to COTA to make sure she got them.

“Are you sure? I can try come back in, I think we’re in Austin till Monday,” Em said as her offer was waved away.

“It’s fine. Do you have an office for me to say it’s for?”

“Say it’s for Daniel Ricciardo, care of Emma Smyth. That way it’ll get to me.”

“Of course. And if you need anything let me know.”

She got texts from Dan while she was sitting in a Starbucks. He was working out with Michael before doing interviews for Renault about his new teammate, and she just replied with photos of her drinks. The photo of the barbecue she was eating got a “EMMMMYYYYYY” in response, but she put her phone down and enjoyed it. Smoked chicken, mac and cheese, and a garlic dill pickle were perfect. It was even nicer that none of it was mixed together so she could really enjoy it. From there she walked through the UT campus and found a bench to sit and read on. The last thing on her day off was a trip to Lyndon B Johnson presidential library. It was full of history and fashion and things that happened in the 60s in the US and she loved every minute of it.

Dinner that night was the six of them - her and Dan with Blake, Michael, Scotty, and Chloe. From Thursday Chloe was in the Racing Point garage with her brother which meant they would barely see each other. She was someone Em could see herself being friends with long term and they swapped phone numbers over plates of food. Neither woman spotted the slightly widened eyes that Scotty and Dan gave each other at the rapidly forming friendship. If they had, the response would have just been laughter. It was a good night to have before the chaos of COTA and the US Grand Prix began the following morning.

And begin it did. Her alarm went off at six, Em rolling out of Dan’s arms grumbling. He was getting up too to work out, and when he got back she was showered and changed. Her foundation was nearly finished and she frowned, trying to get the last out of the bottle. She should have gone to Sephora the day before.

“Everything ok?” Dan asked and she held up the almost empty Rimmel tube for him to see. Less than a minute later there was a glass bottle sitting in front of her and Em looked up at him.

“I bought a new party shirt. Figured you could do with new foundation, the sales assistant helped me pick your shade.”

“Danny…” She trailed off looking at the bottle. Accepting something like this felt too much. He was constantly buying her bags or shoes or accessories and it always felt strange to take them.

“Consider it for work. You need new foundation, we’re getting photographed today. It’s the UT stuff before a load of sponsor stuff, right? With my helmet launch?”

“Yeah, it is.” She accepted the work excuse and decided to go with it, opening the bottle and pumping out some of the liquid. He’d gotten her shade perfect, Em spreading the liquid on her skin and patting it in. The rest of her makeup didn’t take long and she was ready to go by the time Dan was showered and changed. His curls looked perfect and she couldn’t help but steal a kiss from him before they left the room.

UT was busy. The deal had been that Dan was showing how much of a football fan he was with a Longhorns inspired helmet, looking almost exactly like a football one. Em was there in the background as his assistant, iPad in her arms as she tracked what they were doing. Dan was in his element while he showed off for the students. The cheerleaders were doing a performance that she watched and Em started feeling self conscious around them.

It was stupid. She was nearly thirty, of course she didn’t look like a teenager. But the night in the bar had started her insecurities going wild and this was nearly as bad again. Just the idea that she and Dan wouldn’t have the same kind of time together. It was weird and kind of hurt and she stood as in the background as her black and yellow shirt would let her.

“You ok?” Dan asked as he came over and she nodded her head.

“Never better Danny. Just tired.”

“Y’know, right? It’s you and me.” He reached out to squeeze her hand and she squeezed back to let his words wash over her.

“I know. You know too?”

“Always, Emmy.”

The next two days just felt like constant work and she was thriving on it. Race weekends had a carefully constructed schedule down to the minute and she knew exactly what she was doing. It was standing in the background watching interviews happen, or running between Renault and the FIA if something was needed. Officially she shouldn’t have, but when Cyril mentioned he needed someone to do something she volunteered when there was time. Everyone had to pitch in together and she was happy to.

During FP2 someone found her in hospitality, depositing a parcel for her. It was her jeans and she grinned before wrapping them back up to bring with her to the hotel. It was constantly running doing things, making sure that the weekend was kept on track for them. Em barely remembered what she was doing between sleeping and back to the track. Her usual broken race weekend sleep continued, but it was a little bit easier than usual. Maybe it was Austin or maybe it was the good mood in the Renault camp but it was everything for her.

It was getting ready for the race when Dan noticed her jeans. Em could feel him eyeing her up from across the hotel room as she slipped her feet back into her cowboy boots. Instead of her traditional Renault gear she’d put a Longhorns jersey on, Dan grinning and pressing a kiss to where her neck and shoulder met.

“Are you sure we have something to do today? We can totally stay here,” he murmured but Em turned around to look at him.

“You have a race, mister. A race where I’m so confident you’re going to get good points today.”

“Oh really? How confident?” A raised eyebrow made Em feel brave.

“Blowjob confident, Baby. Finish above ninth and I’ll give you one the second we’re alone.” Dan squeezed her, pulling her in for a kiss before they had to go be professional and get their shit done. But they squeezed hands before leaving the room, Em’s iPad and schedule firmly in the Kate Spade tote bag she loved. It was the first one Dan had bought her that she accepted from him because it wasn’t too expensive and it fit everything she needed for a busy race day. It didn’t take long for him to get her others, but she still came back to the original one.

The morning of the race was always weird for her. She met Chloe for breakfast in the paddock, feeling awkward sitting in Racing Point hospitality even though she knew it was ok for her to be there. Chloe’s dad introduced himself too, and Em waved at Lance when he spotted her there. She didn’t know the younger Canadian well, but she knew he was friends with Dan’s teammate for next year and Dan got along with him. It was more than enough for her to like him.

Before long it was back to the garage, her earplugs in before she slipped her well used headphones on over them. Em stood beside Blake while everyone went on the grid. Technically her pass let her onto the grid, but she never did it. She’d rather stay there and know she was where she belonged than risk making a mistake. So she watched as everyone started coming in and the formation lap happened, and the Sky F1 commentary was piped into her ears with lights out and away we go.

Every single race meant she worried about Dan. She worried about going into turn one, about racing incidents, about something just breaking mid race. But she watched as he kept going and pushing forward, careful overtakes and following strategy. She stayed there in her spot for the entire 56 laps, eyes on the yellow dot on the map that marked Dan’s car. As long as she lived the adrenaline would never stop, the worry she felt watching him slip into the car. She couldn’t imagine watching him getting into one without the halo on, but she knew he was more used to driving without it than with it.

The final lap her heart was in her throat as Lando seemed to catch up, but Dan managed to get through the chequered flag in sixth. The garage was cheering and she grabbed Blake into a hug as they celebrated. It had been such a hard couple of weeks with races and this was huge. Both drivers in the points, Renault as good as assured fifth in the constructors unless something huge happened. Considering how the season had begun it was good news. Dan grabbed them both in for a hug when he got back after doing his media round, slipping behind a stack of tyres to kiss Em in celebration. Usually she’d refuse, but she couldn’t help kiss him back quickly before he went for a debrief.

The plan was set, they were heading out to a bar Dan knew about for drinks, Scotty declining his and Chloe’s invitation to spend time with her family. While Dan was debriefing Em agreed to pack up Dan’s bag from his driver’s room. She’d gotten everything together and was sitting on the massage table, legs swinging from the height as she waited. Could she head downstairs? Sure. But Dan had completed his end of the bet, she wasn’t going to make him lose out on it.

“Ready to go? I figured we can head out and shower in the hotel before barbecue and drinks.” Dan grinned seeing her, his hands on either side of her hips as he kissed her.

“Nearly. I believe I promised something the second we’re alone.”

“I figured the hotel.”

“Nope.” Em reached up to kiss him before pushing Dan away slightly, sipping off the table and getting onto her knees. His hands moved to the side of her head as Em stared up with wide eyes and puckered lips. Her hands were quick to undo his jeans and pull them and his briefs down so she could pull him out. Dan was half hard without her touching him but once she began kissing up and down his shaft and moving her hand before she began working him fully.

She didn’t know how long she knelt there, head bobbing up and down with Dan’s hands in her hair as he murmured praises to her. Before Dan she’d hated going down on anyone, but the constant praise and support from him meant it had become easy now. She hummed the way she knew made him go insane, feeling him against her throat as his hips thrust shallowly.

“Fuck, Emmy, Baby, I’m gonna cum,” It was a strangled groan as Dan did, Em not moving away until he was finished. She pulled off as he half sagged against the massage table. He helped pull her up from the hard linoleum floor and pulled her in for a hug. Dan leaned in to kiss her as she went to move away, putting himself back together with his free hand.

“Congrats on sixth, Danny.” She grinned and he dove in for a kiss, tasting and holding her closely.

“You’re amazing, you know that right? Like you didn’t need to do that.”

“I wanted to.” They stayed like that making out until a knock on the door disturbed them.

“You two nearly ready? People are starting to wonder where the fuck Dan is!” It was Blake, and Em blushed while she leaned her head against Dan’s chest.

“Yeah Em was filling me in on the off week stuff! We’ll be out in a few.” He looked at her and had a soft smile, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “I swear if we didn’t need to get out of here I’d have you across that table right now. But that’d take at least an hour and we don’t have time for that.”

“Smooth, Ricciardo. Smooth.” She checked herself in the mirror before picking up her bag and making sure she was presentable to leave.

“I try. New jeans?”

“I found a place that does custom denim. Was it a good idea?”

“My emotional support ass looks excellent in them.” She laughed but Dan pulled her back before letting them leave. “You always look good. Do they feel good?”

“They’re soft. Even the seams feel good.”

“It’s what you deserve, Emmy. We can go into it tomorrow to take a look?”

It was a squeeze of her hand before they left, Em slightly ahead of Dan so he could watch her ass move in the dark denim. Talking to everyone was fun, the travelling staff planning on going to the hotel bar for drinks and food before the early flight in the morning. Instead she was heading back to the UK with the boys on Tuesday morning. It was a wave and a promise to talk to people in the factory next time she was in Enstone as she left with everyone.

They stopped at the hotel to change before food, the four of them sitting around a table at a barbecue restaurant with food placed in front of them. All of the sides came in giant baskets to be split between them, but Em’s brisket came on its own plate so she could have that at least. She was happy enough with that, but a few moments later a plate was put in front of her with fries and broccoli just for her. A glance at Dan told her everything she needed to know about the reason she had it.

The bar choice that night was a random place advertising line dancing that they ended up in, a couple of other drivers arriving too. Charles came to their booth with Pierre, the two speaking in French while Em held on a little with them.

“Anglais? Ma français n’est pas bien mais je suis bourré.” She got the words out to make Charles laugh, Pierre surprised at her language skills.

“Je te l’ai dit! Elle dit français. Sorry, Ems, we’ll stick to English. Pear didn’t think you actually spoke French.”

“E tu aiuti l’Italiano! But no, that’s my language skills. How’re you boys doing? Is this as fun as Vegas for you Charles?”

“Eh.” Pierre wriggled his hand and Charles shook his head, so she decided the best thing to do was get a tray of shots for the table. Was it healthy? No. But she knew secondhand what the Red Bull pressure was like and had seen how this year had been for him. If she could make it a little easier she would for the Frenchman.

It wasn’t long until Dan came over to her, pressing kisses to her cheek and holding her tight. She leaned against him and missed his first question until he spoke again.

“Wanna go back, Babe? I think I owe you.” She flushed but the dark of the bar stopped it from being obvious as she said her goodbyes, the two of them leaving to get a cab back to the hotel. Dan’s hands barely left her for the entire trip, and as soon as they made it to the hotel room he had her up on the desk as he got to his knees for one of his favourite things.

After they were both completely satisfied and ready for bed they were curled up, Dan’s arms around her as her head lay on his chest.

“I really like Austin,” Em whispered lowly to not break the calm of the night. “Last year I kind of hated it here after your DNF. But I like the city now I’ve spent time here. You spend more time in LA than here though, right?”

“Yeah. Austin’s great though. I keep thinking I should be here more. Maybe we could go on holiday?”

“That’d be nice. It’s the kind of place I could see bringing our kids. I think they’d like somewhere like this.” Her words slurred as sleep pulled her under, but Dan stayed awake for another half hour running her words through his head. Kids with Emmy? He’d never seen a future with a specific woman in his life. But he could see it with her.

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For worm/ward questions: Who would be the most interesting Undersider and Breakthrough members to swap teams?

I think Bitch and Ashley are similar enough that you could plausibly see them sticking with each team or being recruited, while also having radically different outcomes.

Ashley is of course far more destructive without therapy or her medication, and her power makes fights a lot more deadly for everyone involved while removing the option for the Undersiders being getaway experts. On the other hand, Lisa isn’t out in the field due to Ashley not caring, so they likely switch up tactics completely.

She would like Brian’s professionalism but they had a LOT of conflict of personality and her desire for leadership. She and Alec would probably get along decently well, barring moments he pokes fun at her and things go awry. Lisa might latch onto her like she did with Taylor, if she gets the right info, but that could go really well or really poorly. Taylor would absolutely hear Ashley talk and think she’s a bona fide evil villain, maybe even comparing her to Emma, but I can see a chance for Taylor to see past her mask in quiet moments where Ashley tries to stop infighting. I think the big thing that can sway this is that Ashley would probably not stand for Coil treating Dinah this way. I’m 50/50 on her attacking him outright or shocking Taylor by siding with her immediately, because what Coil does pushes a lot of her buttons (plus she wants his spot). That would be interesting, to imagine this unlikely duo working together, and it might actually ruin the plan to return to the Undersiders post Leviathan if it’s not sincere enough.

Bitch is interesting, because WB has mentioned that she could benefit a lot with therapy and a positive environment with other kids her age, which I presume happens if she’s with Yamada. Entirely possible she gets sent to the same Asylum that Kenzie, Vic, and Sveta were at, having meet some or all of them before.

I imagine she’ll always be gruff, but a lot more overtly aware of that and sensitive to others, maybe having long since begun to treat them like dogs (affectionate). I can see her sympathizing with Byron’s situation of dealing with family while also coming to respect Tristan as a potential leader like she did Brian. Absolutely takes to Rain immediately like in canon, the two of them often discussing survivalist stuff and her becoming an unofficial protector for him. Chris and her actually get along fairly well, especially when they talk shop about dogs and medicine for them. Kenzie, Sveta, and Vic depends on what she knows of them. Possibly sees Kenzie as a very excitable and overly attached puppy, so some of her methods of dealing with her can be blunt, maybe too blunt at times. Sveta and Bitch may be a bit frayed, because Sveta can be a bit overbearing and preachy, and Bitch isn’t sensitive about the same things Sveta is, but they get along and understand how powers fucked them up. Victoria and Bitch, again depends, but I can see Victoria feeling trauma by comparing the mutant dogs to her flesh coffin, and Bitch being naturally wary of the new comer. I think there’s no real conflict though, not with this timeline switch, and ultimately they come out respecting each other like in canon. Bitch might help Vic understand Chris and bridge the two of them together…

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dreamcubed · 1 year

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i forgot that you existed | harry potter x reader

song; i forgot that you existed [taylor swift] pairing; harry potter x gender neutral!muggle-born!reader genre; ex-lovers, light angst, bittersweet word count; 1k timeline; post-second wizarding war warnings; references to war summary; it's quite difficult to forget your ex when he's the infamous boy who lived, but somehow, some way, you were finally getting there

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"it isn't love, it isn't hate. it's just indifference."

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The Boy Who Lived was not a name you could escape in the wizarding world, no matter where you went or who you associated with. Especially after Voldemort's demise, his name popped up everywhere, since he was the one responsible. And, obviously, you would always respect and appreciate what the famous Harry Potter had done for everyone - muggles included.

But for so long had his name left a bad taste in your mouth.

It wasn't something that could be helped really: he was your ex-boyfriend, but not only that. He was your first love as well, so despite the fact you broke up on amicable terms, your heart ached to think of him. For years, you had put on a brave face when people mentioned him - friends careful to tiptoe around the subject, strangers oblivious to your history with the boy.

In a way, you had been forced into exposure therapy, which was certainly one way to get over someone. And it may have taken an awfully long time, but now, four years after your break up, you could safely say that you were at peace with the past.

Which is why it didn't hurt to bump into him in the bakery in Diagon Alley.

"Y/N?" his voice caught you by surprise, making you look up from the selection of sweet treats.

You were going to run into him sooner or later: after all, there weren't many wizard-only places. You were just relieved it was more on the later side.

"Harry," you smiled at him, "How have you been?"

Smiling at him felt foreign when you thought about the nights you spent crying through snot and sobs trying to get over him.

"Yeah, I've been good. I finally know peace," he chuckled awkwardly, "How have you been?"

"Good," the fact you were being honest warmed your own heart, "Yeah, I'm working at Mungo's now."

"Just like you always wanted to?"

You hummed, "You're an auror now, right?"

"Yeah, well, training to be one," he said, "Guess we're both where we wanted to be."

You gave a small grin to that sentiment, "How are the Weasleys? Hermione?"

"They're good, yeah, they're all good. Hermione and Ron are together, if you didn't know."

"Unlikely pair," you commented, thinking of your old friends. Your friendship with them had faded after you purposely distanced yourself to get over Harry.

"Yeah, quite."

"And you? How's your love life?" you ventured to ask.

"I'm with Ginny."

It didn't hurt to hear that, and that alone made you smile, "You suit each other." You meant it.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

You shook your head, "Too busy with work at the minute. It would be a bad idea to start anything now."

"Well, I hope you find someone deserving of you."

"Thank you, Harry, I hope everything between you and Ginny works out."

"Yeah, me too."

You stared at each other for a few moments, before you sighed gently and said, "Right, I should get going," you turned back to the counter and quickly made a decision about the pastry you wanted.

"Yeah, of course," Harry said as you moved towards the till, "I'll see you around, yeah?"

You nodded, "It's a small world, after all. Take care, Harry."

"You too, Y/N."

And then he was gone.

"You seem quite familiar with the Boy Who Lived," the bakery owner, who was accustomed to you as a regular, stated.

You shrugged, "We went to school together. Dated for a couple years, actually."

"Oh?"

You chuckled, "It's in the past, though. I hardly know him anymore. Truthfully, I forget he exists sometimes."

"How? He's so famous."

"It took an incredible amount of self-work, Aggie."

"Then have today's pastry on the house, in honour of such an impressive feat."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

You beamed, "Thank you, Aggie. See you tomorrow."

"Take care!"

"You too!"

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As you entered the renowned wizarding hospital for the sick and injured, pastry in hand, you smiled a greeting at all your co-workers as you passed them. Not too long ago, the place had been overcrowded with war survivors, hurt in all sorts of ways. A few of them still remained (mostly the mentally scarred beyond repair ones), but as a whole the doctors, surgeons, nurses, potion masters, physiotherapists, etc. had managed to heal the vast majority of war patients. You hadn't worked here then, but due to your dreams of being a witch doctor, you had been one of the key medical aids at the Battle of Hogwarts. That experience had helped you secure a spot in Mungo's apprenticeship program.

And, you supposed, the defeat of Voldemort and the death eaters was one thing you would always have to thank your ex-boyfriend for. Without that, not only would you live in fear and desolation, but your life at Mungo's would be a hell of a lot more miserable. That would be if the death eaters even allowed muggle-borns to hold down a job in the wizarding world (let alone live).

So, no, you weren't angry at Harry Potter by any means. You still were sometimes saddened with regret and the possibility of what could have been, but not to the point of tears - not anymore. Harry Potter was simply a more significant part of your backstory than other people's. You didn't hate him, but you didn't love him.

And, as you changed into your scrubs, washed your hands, and headed in the direction of your first patient, you found yourself flustering at the warm smile that an attractive co-worker gave you on the way. The same way you flustered at Harry Potter all those years ago, but didn't today.

Because your interaction with the Boy Who Lived was... well, it wasn't love, it wasn't hate. It was just indifference.

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written; 10/04/2023 —> 15/04/2023 published; 16/04/2023 edited; —/—/——

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the 1

Part of a Hotchniss one-shot series based on Taylor Swift's album, folklore. Can be found here: breathe again

The moment his name fell from her lips, Emily knew she made a big mistake. Six pairs of eyes turned to her, including his own, and she had to take another sip of her margarita to keep her from adding another comment that will ruin both of their reputations in the BAU.

Emily could blame it on Penelope. After all, it was her question that started it. "If you weren't dating anyone, who would you be dating from the BAU?" The technical analyst pointed a painted fingernail at her, whisking everyone to turn to her as well.

"Hotch," she said without a doubt. Emily could also very well blame it on the margarita concoction she'd been drinking all night, but she really wasn't that drunk for her to make baseless accusations on a lifeless, harmless drink.

At that second, everyone turns to her.

Then, to him.

He sported the usual Hotch glare, but this time, there was this intensity in his eyes only reserved for unsubs, Strauss, and apparently, her. Emily had been a part of their team for almost two years now and he still treats her like a stranger. Sure, they covered each other on the field and treated each other with the utmost respect in conference rooms, but once the clock hits 5, whatever warmth Hotch extended turns icy cold.

Not a single word escaped any of their quick and witty mouths for what seemed hours—not Rossi, not JJ, and certainly not Penelope. Thankfully, Morgan cleared his throat and attempted to make a joke. "You wound me, princess."

Penelope chirped this time, taking over the deadly silence that fell over their table. "So, why bossman?"

Knowing that deflecting is not an option, Emily answered. "Just because...and we already knew each other way back. Less time getting to know someone new."

"What do you mean way back?" JJ's eyes glinted mischievously and with genuine interest.

Now, how could she explain the mess they were once in? She could make up a lie or water down the truth, but Emily was far too drunk to come up with a believable alibi that Hotch would agree on as well. After everything she put him through, she can't bind him to another lie.

"I worked for the ambassador before I started in the FBI," Aaron said.

He made it sound so trivial, so minuscule, that Emily felt a pang of anger with the way he said it. He made it sound like he didn't spend weeks on her bed, tracing those three words on her naked back as he waited for her to sleep before making his escape. He made it sound like he didn't almost jeopardize his entire career because he got caught sneaking outside her bedroom after she had a bad day. He made it sound like he didn't make her wait for months to visit her in Connecticut, only for him to send an email that he's getting married in August.

Emily Prentiss may be a liar, but Aaron Hotchner is a fucking coward.

"How come we never found out about that?" Rossi asked as he poured scotch into his glass.

Hotch shrugged as he downed another glass. "It never came up," he dismissively answered.

Most of them let it go, Morgan and Penelope already heading their way to the dance floor as 'their' song plays on the speakers. Rossi took to Reid, engaging the young man in a conversation about his latest book. JJ, on the other hand, gave Emily a long look that said, 'We'll table this discussion for next time.' Emily didn't even think to glance at her unit chief. She simply wasn't interested.

The dark-haired agent excused herself and grabbed the empty coupe glass as she headed toward the bar to get a refill. Sipping cocktails all night was not exactly the brightest idea she's had in days, but they have a four-day weekend, and recent revelations deserved an extra glass or two in her system.

"Sorry about that," Emily quipped as she felt Hotch sit on the empty stool beside her. She planned on running away, or at the very least, giving him a cold shoulder, but guilt overcame her. After all, it was her answer that opened a hidden chest of buried histories and emotions from them.

When he didn't say anything, she continued. "My brain's a bit foggy now." Perhaps if Emily blamed it on the alcohol, she could get away with the consequences. She doubts it.

"Obviously," he said. Just then, the bartender returned with the margarita she ordered. But before Emily could even grab the glass, Hotch already cut her off. He called the bartender's attention again, ordering a glass of whatever non-alcoholic concoction for her.

Emily pouted. "I was still drinking that."

"You're drunk," Hotch stated. Drunk, but apparently not drunk enough for her not to hate him.

"Whatever," she muttered in defeat.

"Garcia will ask questions," Hotch turned to look at her, then to the pair of dancing FBI employees on the dance floor.

Emily nodded. "And JJ. And Reid. And Morgan."

"And Rossi," he continued.

"And Rossi."

"I'm surprised they didn't dig up my background the moment I stepped into your office two years ago," Emily mused.

"My name doesn't exactly show up on your resume." The unit chief quipped.

"Wouldn't it be funny, though? Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner's fuck buddy," she flashed a smile as he grimaced at her response. "I think that's what they call it now. Lover seemed to be a bit too intimate for what we had."

They both knew she was wrong; that in so many ways, they were more like lovers than anything else. She loved him so much, it left her breathless. Not in a way that left her in awe of him, but in a way that what she felt for him constricted her airways and punctured her lungs. It was thorny, but it was good.

"I think I really am drunk now, sorry," Emily apologized, her head hanging low and her eyes fixed on the glass of club soda Hotch ordered for her.

"It's uh, fine."

A beat passed. No one spoke a word.

"You can leave now if I'm making you uncomfortable," she offered. After all, it wouldn't be the first time she made him uneasy. She could still remember how his eyes glazed over the moment she stepped foot in his office years ago. He unwillingly and uneasily welcomed her to the team. The air between them hasn't changed much, and she doubts a loud nightclub and alcohol will.

He nods, offering her a silent farewell, but she was quicker than him. Without much thought, Emily grabbed his arm, "No, wait. Let me ask you a question first."

"Maybe we should table this discussion for another day."

She shook her head. "I know you and I know me. we won't ever talk about this again, so just humor me while it's out in the open."

"Okay."

Emily didn't even know what she'd ask him. Scratch that. Of course, she knew what she'd ask him. It's been making a home at the back of her mind for almost a decade now. Deciding that this might be her only chance at asking him, she decided to go for the jugular. After all, she wasn't known for being subtle. "If things were different back then, would you have pursued me?"

"I love my wife and I love my son—"

Emily seethed, "Not relevant to my question, Aaron." She could hear the gears running inside his head—cranking, screeching, scratching to look for a viable answer that won't end up hurting Emily or Haley or him.

It took him a few good seconds before answering, "If things were different back then, you know I would have."

But she didn't know. How could she have known? Here's what she knew, then:

Emily was the summer fling, and their time together would soon be forgotten as soon as she steps on the plane en route to Connecticut, but;

Aaron loved her and promised to visit her, but;

Aaron broke said promise and instead of surprising her with his presence and bouquet of flowers, he surprised her with a short email announcing his upcoming wedding to his high school sweetheart, Haley Brooks.

There was no way she could have known, but she didn't want to dwell on the thought tonight. Tomorrow, maybe, when she's sober enough to process his answer. Another week, perhaps, when she's alone in her apartment and the ceiling starts to become an interesting work of art. A month from now, probably, when her birthday rolls by and she adds another year to her age, and it hits her how it could have been her waking up next to him every day.

She doesn't love him anymore and she could breathe more freely now, but sometimes, she yearns for him.

"Okay. That's enough for me." She let him go then, not even noticing that she had her palm on his arm the entire time.

He nods, again. "Will you be okay out here?"

She almost shakes her head no, but decides against it. "Yeah. Thanks for the talk."

Emily watched as his tall frame disappeared in the crowd, unknowingly taking her heart again, with him. Perhaps, another time.

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yakkolicious · 1 year

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Akari Headcanons

Akari is a girlboss and she deserves some headcanons.

She's pretty much always the delivery driver at Papa's Mocharia. She's really good at it and Papa Louie has called her one of his best drivers several times. She and Allan are pretty much the only pair who rarely switch position, with Akari only really preparing drinks if the Mocharia is swamped with customers or Allan's taking a day off for whatever reason.

Akari still does her motorcycle deliveries, but her Mocharia job has made it so she has to do them on her days off and during the unholy hours of the night after a Mocharia shift. She refuses to quit doing these deliveries.

In addition to being picky about her sushi, part of the reason Akari is a Closer in Sushiria is because her grandfather lives in Sakura Bay. He's a frail older man, even more so than Florentina, and he can't go to the Sushiria himself due to Sakura Bay unfortunately not being the most disability-friendly place. Akari often shares her order with him, so if Matt or Clover messes up the order, they messed it up for two people and not just one. Thankfully, they've been very good about properly serving her and she treats them with nothing but respect in return.

On the other hand, for Taco Mia, Akari is simply just a bit picky about her tacos.

Akari is openly bisexual. She came out around the time of Papa's Wingeria.

She's dating Allan. The two had mutual crushes on each other since Taco Mia, but when he asked her out, she was worried it wouldn't work because of how long the two had been friends. The two have been dating for a while now and are still going steady, and she's so happy her gut was wrong.

Akari doesn't particularly care for most sports aside from the occasional race she partakes in at the Tacodale Speedway, but recently, she's begun going to all of Allan's hockey games at Griller Stadium. She's easy to spot in the crowd because she dresses like the textbook insane sports fan. Taylor and Peggy are a bit scared of her even though she's not too picky, and they know her order by heart.

She's best friends with Pally. She's also close to Kenton, Rico, Rhonda, and Zoe. Akari sees Rico as a cool uncle of sorts, and he taught her almost everything she knows about motorcycles. Akari and Zoe were best friends in high school, bonding over both being outcasts. The two have drifted a bit, but they still keep in touch, especially now that Zoe is one of the most frequent visitors to the Mocharia.

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just too soft for all of it

inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift

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Y/N had never been a soft person.

At least, that’s what she led others to believe.

She had always portrayed herself to others as a slightly harsh, determined young woman with a solid head on her shoulders and no time for disrespect.

Don’t get her wrong, she had fun. Always. She had a solid group of friends who all loved her and knew her personally, going out for drinks or having game nights with them always filled with laughter.

But to anyone outside her immediate friends and family, she often came off as abrasive and more of a cactus than a cuddly bear. Nothing in particular had caused her to be this way, but she knew that to get anywhere in life in the field she wanted to, she would need to be more ruthless than most if she had any shot of being respected. It’s a well known fact that women are often treated like lesser humans than men in business industries. Unfortunately, it was just how the world worked. So Y/N forced herself to be two people; friendly and warm around her loved ones, stone-faced and immovable around everyone else.

Until Harry.

At first, she had been a bit stand-offish (“a bit” perhaps exceeding the average amount she would normally appear to men- but you can’t blame her. She had built her whole foundations in the business world and now some boy band pop star held the power to make her a laughing stock through every board room in the city.) but that never deterred Harry.

In fact, it only made him even more determined to win her over.

He admired how passionate she was about her career. Just as he loved his own job.

It took several months of flower deliveries, date nights over pesto ravioli (Y/N’s favourite dish from the italian restaurant a couple roads down from her flat) and pining from Harry before Y/N caved into him. One can only reject a long-haired, 6 foot rock star so many times before it becomes self-sabotage.

They both remember that day with the fondest memories, edges fuzzy in their minds like the sepia effects of an old film reel replaying on a loop until the tape unravels, their love for each other being so blindingly obvious.

As usual, Harry had messaged Y/N the day of their date (her number only given to him after the fourth time of him asking and due to Y/N’s both sympathy and thinning patience) wanting to confirm the plans.

Harry: Hi darling. Tonight at 7 still okay with you? H Xx

Y/N: Hi Harry. Yes, 7 is still okay with me. It was yesterday and the day before and still will be today.

Harry: Just making sure. See you soon sweetheart. xx

There were times Y/N felt badly for how she treated Harry, but then she remembers the mocking remarks made by a male colleague at work. (Jeremy, whom she had always despised. His cologne was far too strong for such an enclosed work environment and he manspread in every seat. Gag. As well as having a particular penchant for flirting with every new woman in the office, being offended upon inevitable rejection, and proceeding to more or less make their working lives a living hell. Y/N had first-hand experience of this.) He had somehow found out about Harry trying to woo Y/N, and would make snide remarks mocking her for dating a boy band member.

She wasn’t even officially dating the man, for fucks sake.

Luckily, Y/N had grown quite the thick skin after being around businessmen for the majority of her adult life. She was used to being treated like this, and she decided that some silly remark from a rather unremarkable man was not going to stand in front of her finding happiness. Whether that was with Harry or not.

That night, a knock sounded through Y/N flat as she was lighting a candle in her living room. After a long day under harsh fluorescent office lighting, the last thing she needed was to go home and have to suffer the dreaded big light.

Harry’s bundled-up frame appeared in her doorway, having let himself in with the key he knew she kept under the little cat shaped plant pot by her doormat that simply read “What?”. In one hand he held a bouquet consisting of pink and orange tulips along with wildflowers- Y/N’s favourite- and in the other a plastic bag with the name of his favourite chinese takeaway spot plastered on the side.

“Fancy seein’ you here.” His cheesy grin was framed by two rosy cheeks, nipped with the cold that the Packers beanie covering his curls couldn’t defend him from. “Where’s m’favourite girl?”.

Contrary to Harry’s near obsession with Y/N, he wasn’t talking about her for once. He was talking about Clementine, Y/N’s tiny kitten that she had adopted around the same time as Harry had bumbled his way into her life.

A tornado of charcoal coloured fluff suddenly zips through the living room, bypassing her favourite napping spot on Y/N’s pink velvet couch and beelining straight for Harry’s scuffed Vans (swapped from his normal chelsea boots as he had declared this a chill night in with his girls). “Oh there you are, precious. You’re gettin’ so big! What’s mummy feedin’ you, hm?”

Y/N can’t bring herself to diminish her smile, hers matching the megawatt grin from the smiley boy still in her entryway.

“Am I getting a hello tonight or did you just come over to steal my cat from me?” Her voice is thickly laden with sarcasm, somehow turning the corners of Harry’s mouth up even more until both of his dimples press into his cheeks.

“Oh m’sorry, sunshine. I seem to get more conversation out of Clem sometimes, s’all.” His teasing has an offended pout puckering on Y/N’s lips, “Don’t pout, honey. There’s enough of me to go round. Isn’t that right, Clem? You and your mummy can share my love. Mhm.” He turns his eyes back to the little furball at his feet, ditching the food to the side table by the door in favour of picking her up to cradle to his chest.

“Honest to God. You are so lucky you’re cute, Styles.” She mumbles to herself as she manoeuvres to the food he had abandoned in favour of her kitten, grumbling the whole way to the kitchen and all throughout dishing their plates up.

Harry gasps dramatically, “You hear that, Clemmy? Your mummy thinks I’m cute.” He smirks at Y/N’s grumbling figure, resting the kitten back on the floor to take off his coat and shoes. “Y’need any help, lovie?” he calls over his shoulder, trying to balance while taking his shoes off.

“M’good. You mind getting forks and shit out of the dishwasher? Didn’t have time to take ‘em out before.” She nods to the appliance without taking her eyes off the plates she’s dishing up.

“‘Course, petal. I’ll put these flowers in a vase as well.” As he passes her, he grips her shoulders and plants a kiss on the top of her head, the feel of his touch lingering for far longer than he was actually touching her.

As the two work around each other in Y/N’s slightly cramped, mismatched blue and pink kitchen, she can’t help the feeling that comes over her. It's one of complete comfort. She knows she’s safe with Harry. Knows he would never judge her or hurt her. Knows he truly cares for her. It’s so domestic it almost causes her eyes to well up. She’s never had something like this before; for years, she’s been this stand-offish, fierce businesswoman for fear of appearing weak. But with Harry. With Harry, she can just be Y/N. There’s no need for her to pretend to be someone she’s not. He’s the first person (in a romantic sense) who’s ever been able to handle her personality and not asked her to change.

Y/N appreciates him so much more than he will ever know.

“Saw this new true crime thingy advertisin’ the other day. Know you’re into all that creepy stuff- thought we could watch that, yeah?” Harry’s voice carries over her open living room/kitchen from his place on her pink velvet couch, with his beanie still tucked over his curls and a plate of food in the other, a smile still ever-present on his lovely face.

The sight is so domestic she just smiles and nods. She imagines this for the rest of her life; coming home to him, his guitar on his lap, sheets of half-finished lyrics strewn about the coffee table, his toiletries in her bathroom, his favourite mug next to her own in the cupboard above the sink, his books next to hers on her shelves, sitting down to crappy reality TV and dinner, a sleepy kitten between their warm bodies at night in her blush coloured sheets. She sees it all and it makes her happy. She lets herself be happy.

Now, that date wasn’t monumental. It wasn’t some overpriced dinner in an exclusive London restaurant. But it was special to them. It was the first night Y/N let herself be happy in a long time. They’ve been together- officially- since that night.

If you ask Harry, he’ll probably tell you they’ve been together for longer than that.

Semantics.

Something Harry has discovered throughout their relationship is how much of a secret romantic Y/N truly is.

Their first ever couples holiday together, they decided (rather unconventionally) to visit a tiny town in Ireland. Since the band had gone on their official hiatus, Harry has had an abundance of free time and nothing to do with it, so asked his still good friend Niall if he knew of anywhere quiet and peaceful to fill up some of his time. Him and Y/N whisked themselves away from the city into a small country village where Harry wasn’t recognised but any of the locals- who all happened to be above a certain age lucky for him- and somewhere where Y/N’s office job was the very last thing on her mind.

It was Y/N’s idea to do a ‘screen detox’ as she had called it, so they both popped their phones away, only able to ring in case of emergencies, and spent nearly three weeks bundled up in each other.

Not forgetting Clementine, of course, whom they had brought with them as Harry couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her back home.

“What if she forgets me? I’m her dad, Y/N. I can’t leave my child alone”

His dramatics made her chuckle before she phones the lady whose cottage they were renting for their stay and inquires about the possibility of bringing along a tiny kitten.

The two did nothing but watch TV, eat their body weights in the local cheese selection, read classic novels to each other, and walk along the many country paths surrounding their tiny temporary home.

It was perfect.

As a little souvenir, Y/N picked up a little pebble from her favourite walk that she made Harry take every other day. It was the only path that brought them through a huge glade filled with overgrown grasses and sprouting wildflowers. It was beautiful. And also reminded Y/N slightly of the magical glade from the Twilight films (her not so secret guilty pleasure films that Harry loved to tease her about but would still become far too invested every time she put them on and end up forcing her to watch all of them in one sitting no matter what time of day it was).

The pebble was a smooth charcoal colour (coincidentally the same colour as Clementine’s fur) and had flecks of chestnut brown scattered across its surface- the same shade as the curls Harry still hid under his beanie to keep his ears warm on their country walks.

The minute the couple arrived home from their holiday, Y/N searched through their cupboards vigorously until she found a tiny glass jar. One of those jam jars with the snappy lids and metal closures.

The jar sat pride of place on their fireplace, housing the tiny pebble as a little reminder of a place now special to the couple.

One night, a Friday after a particularly gruelling work week, Y/N had gotten slightly wine drunk and ended up staring at the pebble, her legs slung over Harry's whilst he massaged her calves tenderly and Y/N’s hands nursed an almost empty glass.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Harry’s voice was gentle so as not to disturb her too much.

“Just thinkin’. D’you think it misses home or owt? Kinda just stole him didn’t I. I mean, I miss it there and that was its home, so.” Her words are slightly slurred but affect Harry’s heart all the same.

How could anyone think she was anything other than a great big softie. Here she was wondering if a pebble was feeling homesick.

Instead of teasing her, Harry plays along, “Hmm, I miss it too. Maybe we’ll just have to go back- bring him back a friend.”

She hums at this idea, the wine taking over her brain slightly and sending her off into a pleasant nap on their pink velvet couch, mind fuzzy with love and memories of a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

Y/N’s softness also extended past tipsy comments and pebbles in jars; she had a secret talent for poetry.

She had once admitted to Harry that as a little girl her dream was to be a writer, but she grew up and deemed it too risky, settling into business and stability happily even if it wasn’t necessarily her dream career.

It’s very rare that Y/N lets Harry look at her writing. Only ever if she’s particularly proud of it or if she’s in a supremely chirpy, lovesick mood.

Which would explain why a poem was slipped into his annotated copy of his favourite book that Y/N bought him for christmas and annotated herself, leaving little doodles and notes and highlights everywhere, underlining quotes that reminded her of him and of their relationship. He’s read it countless times, so Y/N knew he would find the poem eventually. It’s on a torn scrap of paper, thick and smooth to the touch so he knows it’s out of her favourite journal that she doesn’t go anywhere without. She must’ve been holding onto this poem for a while.

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors

And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore,

“You should be doing more”

To you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it

Harry must have read those five lines hundreds of times before he grabs his wallet and puts the piece of paper next to the polaroid he’s kept in there for months. It’s a snapshot from New Years Eve; Harry’s wearing those silly glasses that have the year on them (how they manage to make the year work into glasses every single time he will never understand), Y/N has a pink party hat on and is wearing the biggest smile he’s ever seen whilst holding up a less than amused Clementine, their sparkling tree slightly visible behind Y/N’s head. Their first christmas. The first of many.

The couple fall into a comfortable rhythm with each other, Y/N going to work most days and not getting back until late where she finds Harry humming to himself in the kitchen, perfecting his culinary skills due to his newfound free time.

They work in sync, as soulmates. Twin flames, as Harry’s mum once described them. Always there for each other. Always grateful for each other.

It’s days like this that Y/N is grateful for Harry.

It had been one of those days. One of those weeks. One of those months if she’s completely honest with herself. She had been under so much stress from work that she could barely think of anything other than profit margins, balance sheets, assets, and income statements. Over the past year or so since her and Harry had become official, she had slowly climbed the ranks within the corporation. Something she was indefinitely proud of herself for, but something that also came with a shedload more work to do and seemingly even less time to do it in. When she set out into the business sector, she knew this would be one of the consequences- the seemingly endless amount of paperwork and meetings- but she was exhausted.

It was tiring having to put on this stony, headstrong persona every day.

Her only reprieve was that Harry never expected that of her. Didn’t particularly want her to have to be either. He wanted her in her most natural state; relaxed, overwhelmingly sarcastic, and lying propped up next to him watching Criminal Minds reruns. He would never hold her to the expectations everyone else did. He loved her too much.

Harry knew as soon as Y/N walked -more like stumbled- through the door what kind of day she had had. It was visible in the tenseness of her shoulders, the furrow of her brow, the way she didn’t even acknowledge him as she entered. His poor sweet girl.

He didn’t move from his position on the couch, guitar on his lap and pages of song lyric ideas spread around him like confetti, knowing that she would need a moment to herself before her personal space was invaded anymore than it already had been throughout the day. A huff of frustration exited her pouted lips as she struggled to unbuckle her mary janes, the tiniest problem tipping the iceberg and causing an onslaught of overwhelmed tears gushing from her eyes.

This was what had him springing up from the couch, nearly tripping over himself to get to her on time. “Oh, sweet girl, come here. Had a shit day?”, his tone was gentle and held no teasing- that was the last thing she needed at that moment. Her sniffling and teary eyes seemed to only increase with his words, giving her the metaphorical space she needed to break down in front of him. She knew Harry would never judge her for crying. She could be vulnerable in front of him- not weak, crying did not make her weak. He never expected anything from her. They could just exist in their little bubble of sweet nothings.

“Come on, deep breaths. In and out, there we go. What’s up, honey? What happened? Talk to me.” He knew sometimes she would have off days; days where she didn’t feel like herself, days where she just needed a good cry. But he always made her talk to him about it. He didn’t have any power to control her work problems. If there was nothing he could do apart from listen to her, at least he could do that. His mum had also told him many moons ago that talking about things always helped, and it’s something that’s always stuck with him.

“I just- I’m so-” she manages a few jumbled words between sniffles, huffing frustratedly once again before breathing deeply and getting her words out somewhat fluently, “There’s just so much more shit work that comes with this new promotion. And it’s not that I’m not happy in my job or don’t want it because I love my job! You know I do. I think I just underestimated how much more would be loaded onto me to do in the same time frame as before.” She rubs irritatedly at her eyes, not caring about the mascara she’s probably smushing all over her face. Harry’s seen her in far worse states, so she’s not too fussed.

He nods along with her words sympathetically, rubbing her back delicately and using his other thumb the stroke her knee in soothing patterns, grounding her before she goes on.

“And, and they just want so much from me. We have all these new investors coming in and I am the only woman in my team, so I end up with all the shit work while those guys get off scot free. We do the same fucking job and it just. I don’t want to be whiny but it’s just not fair. I’m normally fine with it- expect it even- but it’s just too much. They're expecting too much from me and I can’t do it.”

At her admission of not being able to do something, Y/N breaks down in another set of tears. She hates not being able to do things. She pushes and pushes herself to be the best she can be, and it’s something Harry has always admired about her. It also means, however, that she holds herself to unreasonable standards that she’s never happy with. Nevermind others setting expectations for her. He hates that she beats herself up over not being good enough. To him, she’s everything.

“Sweet girl, it’s okay. It’s not fucking okay that you get landed with all those dickhead’s paperwork. Not okay at all. But it is okay to admit that you’re struggling. You don’t need to be perfect. You are more than enough. I think you’re everything, sunshine. And if those fuckers can’t see it then bollocks to them. But, Y/N, sweetheart, you don’t need to keep running yourself in circles over not being good enough. God, you’re just the most wonderful person. Everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

Harry feels his heart break a little bit more when Y/N looks up at him with red-rimmed eyes, tears staining her cheeks, and smudges of mascara across her cheekbones. His thumb comes up to wipe them away whilst she continues to sniffle to herself, “I don’t deserve you, Harry.”

“Stop that bullshit right now. We deserve each other. We love each other. And that’s enough. Couldn’t care less what any big shot executive has to say about you. If nothing else, we have each other. S’all we need, my love” He presses a kiss to each of her slightly damp cheeks, one to her forehead and another to her plush lips, freshly swollen from the amount of crying she’s gone through.

“I love you, H. I know I come across like some stone cold bitch, but I’m just- I’m soft too, you know? Thank you for letting me be that with you.” His heart breaks even more at this, he can’t even bring himself to respond so he just tugs her into his chest and burrows his face into her hair, pressing kisses to the crown of her head and wishing he could just keep her there to protect her from everything big and scary in the world.

He is her home, as she is his.

best song on midnights. i make the rules.

i love these two and i loooove reverse grumpy sunshine

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