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urgonnaneedabiggership · 10 months

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Perfume Regret

ExBoyfriend!Miguel O'Hara x FemReader

Summary: A fic inspired by Attention by Charlie Puth. Your ex-boyfriend Miguel O'Hara left you heartbroken and no matter how intense the effect he has on you still is, you're determined to use this party to get even.

Warnings: +18 meaning SMUT AND LANGUAGE MINORS DNI OR SO HELP ME GOD. Also there's angst and good old anger-fueled sex. The ending isn't heartbreaking don't worry.

Word count: 4K

I know that dress is karma

Perfume regret

Got me thinking 'bout when you were mine

Nightclubs had never been your scene.

While you weren't strictly averse to them, you didn't thrive in that element as much as some of your friends did. Yet, whenever you decided to make an appearance, it wasn't the stroboscopic lights, the promise of a few drinks with friends, or the energizing music that made the night worth it.

It was the hunt.

And the preparations began long before you even set foot out of your apartment, from the moment you stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a fluffy bathrobe, your face a blank canvas. Getting ready with your favorite, emboldening playlist was usually a luxury but not tonight. Judging by the way you struggled to apply eyeliner over your lids with such shaky hands, tonight, you were in dire need of a crushing amount of confidence.

So much so that a glass with one remaining sip of red wine stood next to your makeup bag, waiting for you to take that last bit of liquid courage.

Yes, the mere thought of the chase always made your chest swell with excitement. The stolen glances from across the dancefloor until someone gave in and tried to make contact. Loud music left people no choice but to hold conversations in loud whispers that tickled your ear. The desperate attempts to make themselves worthy of your time and the small concessions you made to make them feel like the most special person in that tiny, packed, overpriced club. Flirting was a tango meant for two, and not knowing what kind of partner you'd be dancing with was exhilarating.

Not this time, however, you thought as you picked up the glass and poured the remaining wine down your throat. Tonight you were after a much too familiar prey that you'd once been dumb enough to let get away.

As soon as you got the digital invitation to the Alchemax Innovation Department New Year's Eve party, you knew it was time to settle the score.

A short buzz coming from your phone interrupted your train of thought as the screen lit up with a text from whom you considered to be your work best friend, Liz.

Heyy :) u coming?

Yep. Be there in 20, is everybody there already?

O'Hara is missing. Idk if he's coming, though.

Oh.

You felt your stomach drop at the thought of all of this being for nothing. Whatever,. Who cared? You weren't doing this for him. You were doing it for yourself because you wanted to go out and have fun.

A weak smile tugged at your lips when you couldn't even convince yourself with that blatant lie. God, you felt like a terrible feminist at the moment. Screw you, Miguel O'Hara.

Those had been the last words you said to him before marching out of his apartment and slamming the door after you. Ever since that week during which he’d vanished from work with no explanation, your boyfriend had started to cancel your dates at the last minute or still be out at odd hours, and when he started to simply disappear and not answer your calls or texts several times throughout the day you began to worry.

When he asked if you could talk about something important, you figured you'd be getting an explanation, not dumped.

The reason, according to him? He was dealing with some personal issues that he could not tell you about, but he'd single-handedly decided it was in your best interest to just move on with your life, so he'd decided to break things off. His face when he said all of that remained engraved in your brain since that day. Cold. Logical. As devoid of any visceral emotion as a doctor would be when recommending you to give up carbs or red meat.

Two years of your life you'd given to him. You were planning to move in together. You were happy. For what felt like the very first time in your life, you were in love.

You took a deep breath to keep tears from running down your cheeks and ruining your mascara.

Even almost six months later, your heart painfully fluttered at the mention of his name.

Carefully, you dried your eyes with a piece of paper and took another deep, slow breath. Your eyes, beautifully framed by a smoky eyeshadow, slowly traced the reflection of your body in the mirror. A sleek, simple dress with a small slit on the side hugged your figure. You loved the color: a nearly black navy blue that matched your chosen makeup palette.

At the sound of your phone, your eyes drifted down to the lit-up screen.

Oh, nvm, he just got here.

The game was afoot.

As much as it hurt your pride to admit it, you were decidedly nervous as you made your way into the dimly lit nightclub, your eyes discreetly scanning the crowd in search of a particular set of brown eyes.

Suddenly, a voice made your face in the opposite direction.

"(Y/N)! Over here!" Liz called from the bar, waving at you with a huge smile that you returned as you walked towards her after wistfully looking at the busy crowd one last time. It wasn't until you reached the bar that you noticed she was sitting next to a man you didn't recognize.

"So, this is she," she nearly yelled right next to the man's ear when you got close enough to be heard above the deafening electronic beats.

"Hi, (Y/N), right?" He said, reaching out one hand, "I'm David. Liz has told me a lot about you,"

"Dave here just joined the team," Liz explained, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, "I thought it would be nice to make him feel welcomed. I'll leave you to it. I have to go say hi to a few people," She continued as she left the bar, not before giving you a certain look that made you realize you'd walked straight into a trap. While David was decidedly handsome, and you could've considered him to be your type under different circumstances, right then, your mind was somewhere else.

"Sure," You replied distractedly, "So why did you choose to work here?"

That should be enough to keep him talking for a while about his college education and how all he'd ever wanted to do was work for this company and so on while you focused on the matter at hand.

Where the hell was he?

Could it be that he'd just popped in to greet a few people and had left before you arrived? Before the countdown?

Maybe he was celebrating New Year's with somebody else?

"Sorry, one shot of tequila, please," You loudly called as the bartender walked past you.

"Make that two, thanks man," David added with a flirtatious smile that you returned out of politeness, mentally praying for Liz to come back soon, knowing damn well that if she'd done this on purpose, there'd be no way out of this conversation.

You downed the shot as soon as it was placed in front of you.

David asked you something, but his voice reached your ears as if he was underwater. For a minute, you wondered if such a small amount of alcohol could make you feel so dizzy until you realized it was something else. Your eyes had landed on the back of a familiar head. Brown, scruffy hair and a hearty laugh that had your hands shaking again as you placed the glass back on the wooden bar.

"God, I'm so sorry. My head's all over the place right now. You were saying?" You said, leaning closer to David.

"I asked if Alchemax tends to go easy on the new guys or kick them to the curb at the first mistake."

You laughed as if he'd just told an amazing joke, your eyes covertly going from his face to your target right behind him. At the sound of your laugh, his back stiffened, and you could see he was about to turn around. Right before he did, you quickly tore your eyes off him and glued them to David's face.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll be just fine. I'll tell you what, I'll look out for you. How's that sound?” You replied, a more relaxed smile plastered on your face. David's eyes lit up. Poor guy. He probably thought that out of nowhere, his luck had shifted.

Slowly and without losing the amused grin, you peeked over David's shoulder and found Miguel O'Hara's searing eyes staring right into yours. Unlike you, he wasn't smiling. Instead, he let those same calculating eyes unashamedly scrutinize every inch of your body that your gorgeous dress didn't cover and secretly fantasize about what it did.

Another loud laughter leaving your lips made him snap out of a trance-like state and look into your eyes. Hunting on grounds you were no stranger to had its advantages, such as knowing what to do and when. And so you didn't look away. You held his gaze, undaunted, as you took David's unfinished tequila and brought it up to your lips to take a sip, barely sticking out your tongue to slowly lick the last droplets off your lower lip. You mouthed an apology to the man before you as you walked away from the bar, both for the stolen tequila and for what was about to happen.

Trying your hardest not to smile or look at him, you made your way through the crowd straight toward Miguel, whose eyes you knew had remained with you since that intense visual exchange back at the bar. You felt them so intensely that you wondered if he could make you burst out in flames just by looking at you. You clenched your jaw as you got close enough for the scent of his enticing cedarwood cologne to fill your nostrils and travel all the way down to your chest, where your heart beat so strongly that it physically hurted.

You only had one shot. This was it.

It wasn't until you walked right past him that you finally acknowledged him, gifting him a faint smile as you stepped around him and walked toward the restrooms.

As soon as the door closed after you, you found the two stalls were empty. After confirming you were alone, a nervous grin took over your features. Biting your lip, you approached the mirror and distractedly began to comb your hair back in place and even retouched your nude lipstick, your eyes set on the reflection of the bathroom door.

Almost as if you'd timed it, the second you finished applying your makeup and threw it back into your purse, Miguel stealthily slid inside and shut the door after him.

A minute that felt like an eternity to him transcurred while you kept patiently tucking strands of hair behind your ears, concealing a smug grin. Something had to give. More often, sooner than later.

"Mind telling me what the fuck was that?"

His voice bounced off the walls and reached your ears like a once-favorite song you hadn't heard in months.

"What do you mean?" You calmly asked, never interrupting your task.

"(Y/N), stop that and look at me." He commanded, his patience wearing thinner by the second.

"I am looking at you," You nonchalantly replied, your eyes transfixed on his tense shape in the corner of the mirror as you slowly wiped some smudged lipstick off the edge of your bottom lip.

Outside, the one-minute countdown began. Neither of you could care less. Inside that dimly lit, empty nightclub bathroom, time was irrelevant.

In less than five steps, Miguel reached your side and, placing his hands on your shoulders, firmly spun you around to face him.

"Carajo, ¿Tú no entiendes, verdad?" He hissed, his next leaving his mouth after an ominous pause, "Now look at me."

Not happy with the way you were being handled, you shoved him away and shot him a glare with your arms folded before you.

"There, I'm looking. What do you want?"

"I want you to tell me who's that asshole and why you seem to think he's so damn funny,"

"I'm sorry, O'Hara, that's none of your business anymore, is it?" You spat out.

"It was none of my business,' He agreed, wincing at the dry use of his last name, "Until you showed up in here looking like that, laughing like a dumb teen at some guy's dumb jokes, making sure I'm watching after you did some pretty extensive research to make sure I was coming."

Wanting to rebuke that argument, you immediately opened your mouth just for him to interrupt you.

"What? You thought I wouldn't find out, bonita?"

Miguel started to move towards you without giving you a chance to explain yourself. Still, you weren't sure of what you would've said had you been given the time. Three seconds later, he was standing right before you, trapping you against the cold stone of the sinks.

"Why are you doing this?" He absentmindedly asked, as if he was actually questioning himself or already knew the answer. Before you could react, he suddenly leaned in, burying his face in your neck and taking a deep breath, taking in the scent of your perfume along with something else that you couldn’t perceive but seemed to pull him forward so violently that he had to use both his strong arms on either side of you to hold himself back. Still, he kept babbling against the soft skin of your neck, “I didn’t want to do it…I didn’t…I shouldn’t have…mi amor, I just wanted to protect you,”

“Protect me from what?” You asked in a breathy whisper, your self-control flaking when you felt him move even closer until your backside was pressed against the sink and your front...

You pressed your lips together to keep a noise that would be much too revealing from leaving your lips.

Still, you realized your trials and tribulations weren’t over when his hands slowly moved closer to your thighs until his thumbs were tracing faint circles on them.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked in a hoarse voice before burying his nose behind your ear once more. You had to want him to stop. Before you could gather up the courage to tell him off as you should, you leaned forward and feverishly pressed your lips against his in a kiss that was all but sweet. Without breaking the kiss, in a display of both strength and coordination that was new to you, Miguel slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly, placing you on top of the sink with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the way he nudged your legs out of the way so he could grind his lower half into yours. This time there was no way in hell you could contain your moans.

Pleased with the beautiful sounds he was eliciting from you, Miguel’s hands found their way back up to the thin straps of your dress, which he gently slid off from your shoulders before gripping your chin in his hand and tilting your head to the side so he could devour every inch of skin available, occasionally trapping it between his teeth to make sure it’d leave a mark. Even in your haze, you could notice there was something new to the way he was ravishing you. It was as if he was desperately trying to be gentle, to take things slow, just for something primal to take over and coerce him into taking you for himself.

Once again, you stopped thinking when he pressed the hard bulge in his pants against you, the friction over your barely clothed clit throwing all logical thoughts out the window.

“We don’t have much time,” You urged him, not even sure if he’d locked the door after himself. However, deep inside, you knew your motives had less to do with the little privacy and more with the way he unhurriedly worshipped your body and peppered kisses all over it, how his hands gently roamed it as if he was trying to commit every detail to memory. It reminded you of what you two had in a way that was still too painful to remember. You wouldn’t lose yourself to the memories of your past and miss out on how good he was making you feel right now. Tonight you weren’t two people deeply in love with one another trying to fight back the regrets of letting go of what was most precious to you, but two strangers about to fuck in the bathroom of a nightclub.

As if to reinforce that thought, he swiftly pushed you further back onto the sink and pushed your legs apart even more, your dress ridding up almost all the way to your waist. You shivered as new skin was exposed to both the cold beneath you and the heat from Miguel’s skin as he fumbled with the fly of his pants. Meanwhile, you kept yourself busy trying to unbutton his shirt with shaky hands and silently thanked he wasn’t wearing a jacket in the first place. You needed to get him out of as many clothes as possible in the little time you had, needing to feel more of his skin against yours.

Your desire wasn’t fulfilled until the shirt slid off his tan, broad shoulders, and you were pressed against his bare chest, his hands resting at the curve of your lower back as his head barely slid over your soaked slit, prying a raspy moan out of his throat that sounds almost painful. Still, even when you slid your hands around his shoulders and intertwined your fingers behind the nape of his head, he didn’t move further.

“What are you waiting for?” You breathlessly asked, arching your back towards him with a huff just for him to move his hips away, escaping your touch, trying to regain some control over himself.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” He muttered. Shit. Not right now. Out of the whole night, he had to choose this precise moment? No. He hurt you. He owed you. And now it was his turn to shut up and take it.

Taking advantage of his low guard, you hooked your feet behind his back and roughly pulled him towards you, another needy moan escaping your lips as you felt him right at your entrance, whatever remaining reluctance keeping him from sinking into you. It took every ounce of willpower to keep yourself from begging.

“Alright,” He finally says, his hands sliding under your thighs to hold you firmly in place, “If this is what it takes for you to listen to me, bonita, así le vamos a hacer entonces.”

He accentuated his words by slamming into you and immediately picking up a maddeningly fast pace, the loud music outside hopefully drowning out your endless string of broken moans.

“I just…wanted you to be happy,” He spoke in a strained voice in between thrusts.

“Shut up,” You snapped at him. You were happy. And it did nothing but further enrage you to see he was unaware of how miserable you were now without him. Or maybe he was aware because he reached that spot that always made your legs uncontrollably quiver and focused all his energy on it as if he was trying to make up for everything.

“I love you,” He blurted out as he felt you clenching around his length, his hips stuttering for a second before the sigh that left your lips made him lift your leg further up his torso and slam into you with renewed fire, “God, (Y/N) I love you so much, I can’t do this anymore,”

“Shut up,” You sobbed, this time as a plead and not an order. Your heart fluttered as you heard the words you’d waited months to hear, and feeling him roughly stroke your walls at this new angle became too much for you to bear. A string of ‘shut ups’ and sounds that resembled his name left your lips as your hands fell to his stomach, trying to push him away while paradoxically needing him to be closer, needing to feel more of him just in case this was the last time you felt him stretch you out in a way you were hauntingly certain nobody else would ever come close to.

And he wasn’t doing any better. He wanted to pull your head against his chest and wrap his arms around you. He wanted to get on his knees and spend the rest of the night apologizing using his words or his tongue, whatever you wanted as long as you went home with him that night. He wanted you to live a happy, normal life. He couldn’t give you that anymore. Not after that night. Not after the accident.

But those bad thoughts melted away in his brain when he saw your eyes pressed shut, your beautiful, furrowed eyebrows arching over them perfectly as you chased that high that Miguel knew only he could give you. Something that sounded like an actual sentence left your lips so quietly that he had to lean closer to get it.

“What was that, bonita?”

You pressed your lips together, unwilling to repeat yourself until another perfectly calculated thrust pried the half-coherent words out of your mouth.

“Need you…inside. Please, Miguel, please,”

Hearing his name being called out like that for the first time in months was all he needed to come undone, his pace faltering as he pressed himself against you, strong arms gripping your waist as he spilled his load inside you with one last labored moan.

Nothing but extenuated pants could be heard inside the bathroom for a whole, tense minute before you finally moved, taking a few sheets of paper from the dispenser next to the sinks to clean yourself up.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you straightened your dress and tried to somehow fix your disheveled hair.

“You wanted to apologize, you did, and I forgive you,” You categorically answered, “But don’t expect me to come running back into your arms as if what you did was nothing,”

Still, you needed him to know there was hope left for the both of you. So you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and then his cheek, granting yourself one moment of vulnerability as you looked into his eyes with a gentle smile.

“I love you too,” You whispered, giving in to the urge to kiss him again. You basked in his shocked look before turning your back to him and going back to the party, where you bumped into Liz less than five minutes later.

“There you are! Where the hell were you? You missed the countdown!”

It wasn’t until you looked around at the confetti-filled floor and the large numbers on a screen that you remembered.

“I went to the bathroom,” You replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and reaching out to take a glass of champagne from one of the several trays atop the tables, “Where did your friend run off to?”

“David?” Liz asked, a deep red blush spreading over her cheeks, “He had to go home. I hope you don’t mind, but we’re getting dinner next Friday,”

“Don’t mind at all,” You replied with a bright smile, eyes already scanning the half-empty club, once again looking for that same face. The one you knew you’d always look for in a crowd for the rest of your life. This time, thanks to the small number of people left, it wasn’t hard to come across his eyes. Amused, you raised your glass at him with a soft, genuine laugh. He did his best to look annoyed, but the minute you tilted your head and gave him your best apologetic look, Miguel rolled his eyes and shook his head with a reluctant smile that made you laugh again before taking a sip of that cheap champagne.

This was going to be a great year.

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monzamash · 1 year

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the good, the bad and what could’ve been — lando norris (part one)

summary – nine years. an age gap that you didn’t know would cause so much heartache. you tell yourself that it’s fine, he tells you that he could give you the world but this was a cautionary tale of what could’ve been if you just let love win. pairing – lando norris x you (female reader) chapter rating – mature (sexual references, language, age gap/older woman) word count – 7k inspired by charlie puth's song called boy. masterlist

part one | part two | part three

Drenched rat was the only way to describe your appearance as the late evening downpour rained all over your parade. It had been one of those days that seemed to go on forever and there was nothing you wanted more than to see that last client waltz out of the studio and into those glorious Friday night shadows. Thank god it was the weekend.

"Any plans for the weekend, lovey?" Rae, your friend and closest co-worker asked from across the room, cleaning up her station for the last time this week.

You shrugged, not really having the mental capacity to even respond but she was being polite and the least you could do was answer.

"Maybe... My little brother's turning 21 and has reluctantly extended an invite my way so just loose plans at this stage. You?"

Rae went on to detail her jam-packed weekend with her husband, who like her was the life of every party. They were freshly married – only 3 months or so but they had been endgame since their college days apparently, which now seemed like a lifetime ago. Positivity exuded them wherever they went and you hated to admit that there was a pang of envy whenever they rocked up to after work drinks together or he dropped off her lunch that she'd left at home. Smitten by each other even after all these years.

All those little things festered away and created a small pit of jealousy in your stomach that you resented. You were happy, right? You had a successful career, a cute apartment and suitors 'round the block waiting for you to make up your mind and just fucking pick one of them. Anyone.

What Rae had was a once in a lifetime kind of love, you thought as the overhead lights were turned off and Patrick motioned for you to grab your shit and go home. The studio was cloaked in darkness as you squeezed through the small door, locked and loaded with an umbrella and a backpack filled with sketchbooks and diaries. And all you could do was pray that they were waterproofed enough to make the journey home.

"See ya Monday – and try to be on time, yeah?" Patrick arrogantly jabbed your way before disappearing out of sight and hopefully out of your life for the next 48 hours – or longer if you could get your shit together.

"Fucking arsehole," You muttered as Rae huddled under your umbrella, brushing your back with understanding.

"He doesn't know how to treat you because you intimidate him," She shook her long, black hair and rubbed her hands together, attempting to generate enough heat to keep warm as the thick fog rolled through the streets.

You shrugged, knowing that she was just trying to lighten the mood and send the week off with a positive – something she always liked to do for you, especially after a week filled with the same old bullshit. You were overbooked, overworked and wishing you were anywhere but here.

"It's nothing a really expensive bottle of wine can't fix," You half-joked and made sure Rae was sheltered before bidding her goodbye, "See you in hell on Monday."

Rae sent you a sullen wave, no doubt wishing she could've cheered you up just a little before going home to her seemingly perfect life. There wasn't much point trying when all attempts fell on deaf ears – nothing could pull you out of the perpetual cycle of drink, sleep, work, repeat. That was how it was and how it would always be and you had come to terms with that.

The short walk home from the studio was a miserable one, which was to be expected strolling the streets of London in the middle of December. But the glimmering lights reflected in the evening downpour and the smell of food cooking – sizzling kebab if you had to really hone in on the smokey, chargrilled scent wafting through the cool air, made it a little more bearable than usual. That didn't mean much considering nothing had brought you joy for months. Not even the discreetly packaged vibrator your best friend had left in a box on your doorstep with a sticky note saying, 'you deserve it'. Tragic.

You grumbled quietly to yourself, noticing a nosy neighbour standing beside the entrance to your building, waiting for either you or a cab. It was always hard to tell. She was an older lady who loved to pry and nothing gave her more pleasure than to bundle people up and have a chat. She was harmless and meant well but the last thing you needed tonight was an ambush.

"Sorry Effie, I have to get upstairs and get out of these wet clothes."

You got in first with the excuse and she simply smiled and waved. Effie knew the trials and tribulations of a London winter since she'd lived here all her life, simply wishing you a wonderful weekend and making you feel bad for brushing her off.

The apartment was cold and dimly lit as you flicked on the kitchen light and chucked your backpack down on the couch with a huff. You hoped it would feel better being home after a long day but you knew you had no food, no company and a cold bed waiting for you upstairs. All things that made it impossible to look on the bright side.

"Fuck. My. Life," You groaned into the fridge and slammed it shut, internally wishing past you had organised something for dinner.

You did as you told Effie and went upstairs to change into something comfier and less wet – a tracksuit set, combat boots and new beanie to cover the bird’s nest you called a "hairstyle". The floor length raincoat you should've taken to work was waiting for you at the front door – almost taunting your never-ending brain fades. You scooped up your keys and scarf and headed downstairs again, hoping that Effie had left to wherever the hell she was going on a Friday night. The fact a 70 year old woman had more of a social life should've worried you more but you were too tired to care.

By now it was a quarter to midnight and there was really only one option to get anything resembling food this late since the closest Waitrose was a 10-minute walk away. You had already burnt your bridge there by rocking up at closing time, forcing them to keep the tills open so you could buy emergency ice cream. You couldn't show your face there ever again.

The bright blue and red lights spilling into the puddles that were still filling from the rain was a welcomed sight. It was the only sign of life for miles, besides yourself and you were grateful having a 24-hour Tesco Express right around the corner. Capitalist convenience was in working order. The florescent lights were not as pleasant as you walked in and triggered the bell hanging over the automatic doors.

A familiar voice sang out your name, greeting you from behind the counter with a half-arsed smile adorning his kind face. You grabbed a basket and gave him a wave.

"Hi Kev," You meekly returned and continued on your way down the aisles, hoping to find a few things that would tide your hunger over until the sun came up.

You stopped at the confectionary section and perused for a second, debating whether a sugar hit this late in the night was the responsible adult thing to do. Your mum's authoritarian voice rang in your ears as you reached out and grabbed a bag of skittles, smiling to yourself as you dropped them into the basket. That smile had been the first of the day, maybe even of the week and it felt nice for a split second to feel the weight lifting from your shoulders.

"Late dinner?"

The voice came from a few steps away and belonged to a smirking stranger. He was taller than you, even hunched over the bargain bin he was rifling through. His hair was curly and sopping wet and it was hard to tell if it was just dark because of that or naturally, but your confused gaze connected with his and the smile that had just been on your cold face had disappeared.

"Excuse me?" You quietly asked and stared into his icy blue eyes, prepared to strike with a snarky comeback or two.

"The skittles," He pointed to your basket, "That used to be my evening meal a few years ago until I realised I was an addict and had to get help."

The kind smile on his face softened your stern expression, "Oh, right... Well I'm glad you found the help you needed. Maybe I should too," You tried to muster a joke and he laughed – loudly.

Nobody laughed like that at anything you had said lately because most of the things you did say were either dripping in sarcasm or laced with self-deprecation. Both weren't cute or endearing the longer it became apart of your personality. But he liked your joke enough to give you a boost of serotonin and your smile was back –even brighter than before.

"I did but you should definitely level it out with something else – maybe something chocolaty," The mystery man nodded towards the rows of chocolate bars lining the racks in front of you, now openly encouraging your bad habit.

His accent was different to what you were used to – British, kind of upperclass, kind of not but laced with something else and you were intrigued. Maybe even a little mesmerised by the way he stood his ground, making small talk to a complete stranger in the middle of the night. He looked cozy too, tracksuit clad like you, giving zero fucks about how you fashionable you looked, or really what anyone thought. Comfy, friendly, warm – he was different.

"Great suggestion but I think this will do enough damage," You replied, making him chuckle again.

"I'll live my junk food fantasies vicariously through you," He said before he turning on his heel and making his way to the register at the front of the store, humming to himself.

You could hear his boisterous yet kind voice as you grabbed a pre-mixed salad and lined up behind him, "Thanks man – have a great night," He said to Kevin who no doubt appreciated a friendly face this late in the night.

The stranger sent one lasting smile your way and said 'hope you do too' before he exited with his bag of almonds and a coconut water. Simple and nutritious – which was more than you could say about your late night dinner choices.

With a genuine pep in your step and your items safely tucked under your arm, you left the shop feeling a lot lighter than you did when you walked in and that was something unexpected. A polite run in with a stranger was an unlikely mood-booster but you were clinging to it while it lasted. That was until you noticed a shadowy figure walking up ahead as you rounded into your street and slowed down, but the person heard your footsteps loud and clear.

Internally cursing yourself for wearing the loudest boots you owned, you relaxed a little when you realised it was the man from the store, who had thrown a thick puffer jacket over his orange hoodie. There was a short pause as your eyes met and a puzzled look flashed across his flushed face, wind blown.

"I'm not stalking you," You said in hopes of easing his confusion, "I live here."

You pointed to the large wooden door that led into your apartment building as you tugged your jacket closed, trying to trap any warmth left in your body. The man turned around and looked to where you were pointing before spinning back with a soft chuckle, "And I live there."

He gestured to the building across the small side street you were both standing in, looking as bewildered as each other. It was your turn to laugh as the penny dropped – you were neighbours.

"Small world," You humorously replied and took a few long strides past him. As cute as he was in the darkness, you were frozen solid and needed to thaw out as soon as possible otherwise you'd be asking him for a ride to the hospital.

"See you around?" He asked more as a question than a statement and you nodded with a small, chattering smile.

"Yep," You simply replied and buzzed yourself into the building, shivering beneath all the layers you'd put on before leaving. Even though you were smiling through gritted teeth and feeling warmth from the fleeting conversation, the several layers of clothing and a genuine smile from a stranger weren't even enough to keep you from hypothermia. You couldn't wait to get upstairs and sit by the heater, wishing you were in some quaint country cabin far, far away.

"Yep... Just keep the peel on until tonight and then wash your thigh with that soap I gave you... Yep, warm water is perfect and make sure you put on a thin layer of cream after that... It’ll probably be a little red but I promise you’ll heal perfectly so don't stress," You reassured your client who had gotten her first ever tattoo yesterday.

Your work was rewarding in so many ways but the pressure of working for someone else came with it's unique challenges. There was nothing you wanted more than to open up your own little tattoo shop with Rae and live your life the way you wanted to – not the way some washed up muso envisioned. With a few more words of encouragement, you managed to reassure your client and begin your Saturday, doing a whole lot of nothing.

The sun was shining at least and you figured you might as well enjoy some of what the day had to offer before your night out later this evening. Your brother had given you strict instructions on when and where his birthday drinks were going to be and you knew then that making an appearance at this thing was now a non-negotiable. You couldn't be seen as the flaky older sister again and you didn't want to let him down – that relationship was one of very few that were sacred in your life and turning 21 was a big deal.

It wasn't long until you were strapping on your heels, sticking a couple more bobby pins into the messy bun you were trying to tame and trotting down the staircase, ready to mingle. You had been single now for much longer than you would've liked and although there had been moments of weakness, nothing had amounted to more than a shitty one-night stand. And it was infuriating.

A complete exodus from dating apps hadn't helped your cause but you couldn't handle another ghosting, especially not from some grubby dude who had no right being anywhere near you. You had standards that were high and there was nothing wrong with that – until a couple of gin and tonics are consumed and you forget you were even human. All of a sudden your standards have left the building along with you and said grubby dude.

"Hey!" A voice echoed from across the street as you closed the building door and glanced around with furrowed brows, wondering who was calling out your way.

That's when you spotted him – the man from last night who you couldn't stop thinking about, even if you didn't want to admit it. He looked different in the daylight and definitely lived up to parts of the vision you'd conjured after your random meeting in the street. The curls were there, as were the light blue eyes that caught your attention but he was younger than you first thought, a lot younger which was an important detail that you'd missed in the darkness. One you wished you had of noticed before summoning those late-night thoughts.

"Hi again," You greeted with crossed arms, trying to cover the somewhat revealing dress underneath your jacket.

You quickly clocked his athleisure wear and concluded that he was probably going to the gym with his friend who was trailing closely behind him. They were both full of smiles as you crossed the road, figuring you had to wait for your cab anyway so you might as well have company.

"I realised after I went in last night that I didn't even introduce myself – I'm Lando," He said and held out his hand for you to shake.

"Well in our defence it was super late and my brain was definitely mush," You replied and grasped his warm hand, introducing yourself.

You'd be lying if you didn't say there was a small, flash of something resembling a spark as you shook his hand. A little buzz of excitement that in the moment you chalked up to being super alone and outrageously horny. Desperate didn't even begin to describe the mess that was your sex life and with that in mind, your snap reaction of having undeniable chemistry with him was probably not accurate. But whether it was a figment of your imagination or not, it was still a valid feeling and you were going to have to bury that shit.

"Nice to put a name to the face," Lando smiled and turned to his friend who up until this point had remained quiet, "This is my father, Carlos."

You knew he was pulling your chain, or at least you hoped he. His friend shoved him in the side, fervently shaking his head, "Clearly not his father but Hola," He sheepishly greeted, voice laced with a thick accent and a smile that would make any sane individual with two eyes and a pulse melt in place.

"I was gonna say that's a little suss but I don't judge without context."

You glanced between the two men with a smirk and held your hands up – making them both chuckle quietly. They also eyed each other, a silent nod following that you couldn’t quite decipher. It was fleeting, almost so much so that if you blinked, you would’ve missed it. Maybe you wished you did because now you were cursing yourself for not taking that body language class at university all those years ago. Pointless and too bohemian for your liking, you thought at the time but now, standing on a rain gutter, you regretted passing such haste judgment. Their unspoken conversation infuriated you internally as Lando looked back at you with an awkward smile.

"Nah, I'm an appropriately aged guy and definitely not a child..." Lando trailed off and clumsily scratched the back of his neck, "Don't know what I mean by that but um yeah, not his son obviously." He was fumbling, frantically trying to change the subject but instead looked down at his dirty white sneakers with a grimace, internally face-palming himself.

You bit down on your mauve coloured bottom lip and tried to conceal the smile threatening to reveal itself. He was cute. Awkward? Absolutely. A little dorky with his oversized hoodie and boyish grin? You could say that but he was still kind of cute nonetheless.

"Obviously," You replied sweetly and noticed your uber pulling up outside your apartment building, ready to take you somewhere you could drown your shitty week away.

"Nice to officially meet you and your dad – see you around." You winked and maintained eye contact with Lando before strutting across the street and jumping in your uber.

You wondered what they said once you were gone and whether you looked better in broad daylight or in the shadows of the night. Your intrusive thoughts were quickly pushed aside when you realised he was more than likely taken, or not interested. Or more importantly, way too young for you to even be having these thoughts about. The good ones never were right for you – there was always something. It was like a curse that you'd picked up somewhere along the way – a curse that forbid any man with a job and their shit together to look your way twice. You were invisible to those men lately and you couldn't help but blame yourself.

With a mission to find someone to take your mind off those negative thoughts, you ordered your first drink, and then your second drink and you guessed it – your third and fourth in quick succession. You swore the dance floor was falling out from under your feet as your brother and his girlfriend scooped you up and called you an Uber. The night was over before it had even begun and you knew you'd be filled with regret in the morning. But right now, you were just lucky to be standing upright.

"Will you be okay?" Your brother asked as you flopped into the back of the car, giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Pfft, I'm a professional drinker," You hiccupped and covered your mouth, "I'll be fine – driver, take me home!"

The uber driver mumbled something under his breath and punched in the address your brother had given him, no doubt sick of trashed girls on the brink of vomiting, flailing around in the back of his car. You were a mess and attempting to cover that up by drinking wasn't doing you any favours. In fact you knew it was only going to make you feel worse – especially tomorrow.

"Alright, you're home," The driver said loudly, waking you up from the quick nap you decided to take in the backseat, blaming the warmth for lulling you to sleep.

"Make sure you grab everything."

A scoff slipped past your lips as you gathered your bags, "I know what I'm doing," You retorted, not realising that you were probably slurring every word and most definitely making absolutely no sense to someone who was stone-cold sober.

You closed the door and nearly fell forward over the gutter doing so, trying to balance in the heels that had caused your feet to go numb. The black car drove off and you waved like a maniac, thinking you were hilarious before rummaging through your handbag for your keys. You could barely see through blurry vision and the cold air made every inch of you exposed skin tingle as you stumbled into the brick wall of your building. At least you were home.

"Fuck," You hissed to yourself as you dug through the bag and saw nothing but a dark void. It was an impossible task without the flash on your phone to light the way.

The sound of a car door slamming shut across the street startled you out of your intoxicated rage, causing a few items to tumble from your handbag, including your phone. And there he was again, dressed smartly this time – the mystery man who's name you couldn't quite remember in your drunken state. You turned away and frantically started looking for your keys again, hoping to God he wouldn't come over and see you looking like a complete mess. Famous last thoughts.

"Early night?" His innocent question echoed through the empty street and you closed your eyes, knowing there was no way you could avoid him now – especially since you were locked out of your apartment with nowhere to go.

You bashfully looked up through your fake eyelashes and sent him a lazy smile, "Yeah, didn't quite uhm, end up – end up the way I expected," You managed to stammer through your sentence, hoping he could understand some of what you were saying.

"Well we've all been there... Do you need help?" He asked and looked down at your hands that were full, "Because you've dropped a couple of things in the gutter..."

You looked down and realised you'd dropped not only your phone but also your purse, a powder compact and a small sketchbook, "I'm – I'm a real fucking idiot and I've lost my keys... I think... I think I left them in the uber," You confessed and conceded the obvious. You were locked out of your apartment in the dead of an English winter, dressed like an expensive escort. A disaster.

"Ah, crap. Have you given anyone a spare key?"

The glimmer in his eyes as you looked up from your bag made your heart skip a little in your chest. He was handsome, the curls you’d clocked falling onto his forehead as he stood up, and you couldn't stop staring until he snapped you out of your trance, your name falling effortlessly from his chapped, shivering lips, breath causing a thick fog to form in front of your confused face.

"Oh... uhm, my – my friend... ah shit what's her name?... God, what is wrong with me," You grumbled, breath mingling in the cold air as you rubbed your face, "What's your name again?"

"It's Lando," He kindly replied with a soft chuckle and tucked away the objects he’d picked up for you, knowing there was no way you would be able to do any of that in the state you were in.

“Lando,” You repeated quietly, “Like the star trek dude? I’ve never seen it but… that’s right, right?” Even you could hear your incoherent mumblings, making yourself physically cringe because he was too polite to correct you, “Just stop talking, idiot.” You whispered to yourself, or at least you hoped he didn’t hear you. He did.

"Definitely named after the dude in star trek,” He chuckled softly and scanned the empty street, wondering what the hell he was going to do with a drunk, helpless woman.

He couldn’t leave her like this but he also had plans – a blind date that had been sprung on him and set up by Carlos at the gym. Sure, he had been regretting saying yes to it but he hadn’t been out on a date in months, maybe longer and he was sick of the late night hook up that had become too much of a regular occurrence, though completely random. He wanted more than that, something worth his precious time and he didn’t need the drama that came from the one-night stands. It didn’t even matter how good it felt in the moment. Occupied sheets and empty promises didn’t keep him warm at night. It made him physically ill.

But now he was faced with what was obviously a challenge – a beautiful mess of a rescue mission.

“Look, why don't you come in out of the cold and we'll call your nameless friend who has your spare key?"

Your eyebrows furrowed and you blinked a couple of times before looking at the locked door beside you, "I can't go inside because *hiccup* I've lost my keys... I think I left 'em in that uber... But he was just here, I swear..."

Lando stifled a giggle again and slowly nodded, "Yep, we've been over that but I meant my place. Not sure if you remember this but I live over the street from you... Right there," He gestured towards the opposite building and you rolled your eyes.

"I know that, buddy," You sarcastically retorted, "I'm not stupid." You were slurring up a storm and he simply smiled in response – his patience was commendable.

"My apologies... But I'm freezing and you're turning blue so come on – I promise I'm not a weirdo," He held out his hand and nodded towards his building, blue eyes glimmering under the dim streetlight.

You sighed and linked your icy fingers with his, "You better not be a weirdo..." You rasped and let him guide you over the road, silently enjoying clinging to his muscular bicep and watching his ringlets blowing in the wind.

As you let your entire body weight brush against his arm, you felt something sharp digging into your ribs, a foreign object that you swore wasn’t there before. You stopped in your tracks, leaving Lando confused as you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out a set of keys – "Wow."

“Oops,” You grimaced, goofy grin instantly sweeping across your face when Lando looked down at your hands, chuckling at you as you stumbled out of his grasp, “Guess you don’t get to murder me tonight, Lawrence!”

“Not even close,” He shuffled back with a smile and observed your every move, ready to swoop in if you did stack it in the middle of the street. You were like a baby giraffe, clomping across the damp asphalt in your heels, giggling to nobody. “You know where I live if you need anything.”

“Yeah, yeah!” You shouted back, trying your best to smoothly exit the situation and from your perspective, you were killing it.

But reality was a cruel, unforgiving beast – and you were failing miserably to play it cool as you toppled through the building door and nearly face-planted into the couch nestled in the foyer. It was a miracle that you didn’t fall, Lando thought as a smitten grin surfaced on his frost bitten cheeks while he walked upstairs to his own apartment, drafting the dreaded ‘sorry I can’t make it' text but feeling no regret at all.

You were all he could think about for the rest of the night – a beautiful hurricane rolling through his life for the briefest of moments, a burst of long wavy hair, trench coat fluttering in the wind and for a second he wished, deep down that maybe you had lost your keys. As quickly as that thought crossed his mind, he shooed it away – knowing already that you were out of his league, hell, you weren’t even playing the same sport. What the fuck was he going to do if he did get you up here, away from civilisation where it was just the two of you? God help him.

From a distance, you seemed sophisticated, witty, chaotic fun – all traits that had him staring at his ceiling, soundlessly wondering when he would see you again. Soon, he hoped.

“Six tequila shots, Jen! We’re celebrating!” You yelled over the loud EDM music blasting through the club, the smell of testosterone and Acqua di gio aftershave mixing in the already thick, humid air.

“Of course, girl! What are we celebrating?” The bartender asked smiling from ear to ear. Jen, who by day was a barista at your local café, had become one of your closest friends in the city and was always cheering you on from the sidelines while serving you the best coffee in London.

“I quit my soul sucking job and told Patrick to shove it up his arse!” You shouted, waving your arms in the air along with your best friend who had insisted on helping commemorate this magnificent occasion, “I finally bit the bullet and did it, Jen and I feel bloody amazing!”

Jen leaned over and grasped your forearms, “Super proud of you, sis. ‘Bout fucking time you did something for yourself.”

You couldn’t argue with that. She was right.

It had been a week since your drunken run in with your neighbour. Humiliating was the first thought that came to mind, head thumping for days following. You hadn’t seen him since that ill-fated night and there was a small part of you that searched for him whenever you left for work, eyes quickly glancing across the street in case fate was working your favour and he was leaving too. Happenstance.

But you were never that lucky and the week had gone from bad to worse at work – your boss had finally lost the plot and you were done, once and for all. No amount of love for your craft was worth being berated by a self-righteous, egotistical arsehole. He’d pushed too far and you were out of there, rucksack haphazardly slung across your shoulders and a smile bigger than the moon on your face. You were free – until the reality of unemployment hit.

London was your home and it had been for the better part of a decade, working at different tattoo parlours, building a solid client list along the way until you’d reached the top and now, finally opting out of the cruel, unrelenting torture that was working under Patrick. Life was too short and your thirties were well underway, that biological clock forever ticking while everyone else seemed to be settling down, buying that dream house with a picket fence. That wasn’t for me, you told yourself so you could sleep at night.

So much of your life was based around career goals and aspiration, so many of those things had been ticked off before your thirtieth birthday last year and it left you wondering where the time had gone. Your twenties had whizzed by faster than your teens and it made that hole in your heart, where you presumed personal goals were supposed to live feel emptier than ever. Especially when those friends you’d stayed in touch with since high school were having their second or third baby, getting married, some for the second time. Where had the time gone?

It was passing you by and even though you gave yourself that pep talk late at night, looking up at your ceiling, questioning whether you would ever find someone to share it all with or if you even wanted that, time continued to tick. Fleeting memories, first dates, and awkward one-night stands – they were all you really had in terms of a love life. The term ‘love life’ was probably over reaching, because if it was a life, it was fucking tragic.

But it was all you had. That and a kickass group of friends who had your back, setting you up with their husbands cute friends, until they turned out to be misogynistic arseholes, or worse – secretly married. In a population of 9 million, you would think there would be a plethora of kind, sweet men but you couldn’t seem to find one. And that led to the one question that did keep you up at night – maybe it’s me. Am I the problem?

“Babe, you’ve got it all. A gorgeous apartment, a beautiful puppy, you’re going to accomplish the dream you’ve had since you were 14 years old! There’s so much going for you that having a guy means nothing. And fuck men, honestly. I’m so glad we’re out here doing this because I’m one wet towel away from killing Jamie,” You couldn’t help but laugh at your best friend, Winnie.

“I’m serious!” And she was, the deadpan expression never faltering as you put your hands up for protection.

“I got you, I’m with you,” You defended, “I guess I just see everything else falling into place, even though my career path is a little murky right now but I’ll work that out… Love is the one thing I can’t figure out. What am I doing wrong?”

Winnie laughed and gripped your shoulder endearingly, “You are hot, like super hot. They are the issue, not you! Okay…” She trailed off and pushed another shot in your direction.

“Tonight’s the night. We are going to find you a cutie, someone fun. And it might just be a meaningless fuck like the rest but let’s deal with that in the morning,” She hiccupped, already tipsy from the shots.

You smiled and sweetly nodded, knowing that her intentions were coming from a good place but stomaching empty promises had become a regular occurrence. You’d lost count of how many guys she’d set you up with or found through dating apps when you went to the bathroom and came back to find her scrolling through, squealing every time a guy she liked matched with you. It all just felt pointless – and a little desperate. Okay, maybe a lot desperate but you appreciated her trying to help.

So you let her pull you through the crowd to where the rest of your friends were standing, all pouring shots down their throats and getting “wild”. A group of women in their early 30s, most with a kid or two or hadn’t been out to a club in months, some years. It was carnage but you appreciated them all coming out to celebrate you. It gave you something to hold onto even when the rest of your personal life was slowly sinking like the titanic, no safety boat in sight.

Until – you heard your name, loud and clearly from behind your friend. The voice was familiar, oddly so, like you’d imagined it somewhere along the lines and it wasn’t real. Lando’s face bobbed up from the side, smile adorning his sweet face, enthusiastic wave quickly followed and you returned it, the same smile too. His cheeks were flushed and eyes slightly bloodshot. You could tell he was tipsy.

“Hello stranger,” You greeted shyly, not knowing how to approach and apologise for the shameful display you showed last weekend. But before you could even get another word out, you were being pulled into a hug, a loose, one arm kind of hug but a hug nonetheless.

He was warm, perspiring ever so slightly as your cheek brushed across his damp neck, no doubt caused by the high humidity inside the club that was pumping. The lingering scent of Dior Sauvage mixed with a woody scented shampoo were notes you picked up on as your arm slipped around his waist, gently giving him a squeeze before you pulled away, half-heartedly.

“Glad you’re alive and well!” Lando shouted over the loud music, still beaming as you leaned in a little closer, “I am so, so, so sorry about last weekend… I’m not usually – well, no sometimes I get a little too heavy handed with my good friends gin and tonic but that was next level and not at all who I am typically… Just yeah, super embarrassed!”

Lando nodded empathetically, “Don’t be. You were, and I mean this is the nicest possible way; you were the most entertaining part of my week… So you’re drinking gin and tonic, yeah?” He asked, glancing down at your empty hands before turning to the bartender and hailing him over.

“Just a gin and tonic and a corona, please mate.”

Lando swivelled back your way, still grinning while he took in your surroundings, “Girls night out?” He asked, curious as to why you were out with your friends.

“Sort of,” You began to explain before graciously accepting the drink he had bought you, “I quit my crappy job and they insisted we celebrate – but between you and me, I think they’re just bored of their husbands and kids." Your whisper made him laugh, that serotonin boost lighting up your senses again, just like it did a week ago when you first met. Sparks flying.

“Makes sense," He nodded with a furrowed brow, looking serious before cracking a smile, "Congrats on quitting your shitty job, I’m sure your boyfriends here celebrating with you too, no?”

There was a glint in his eyes as they scanned the room and landed back on yours, eagerly awaiting your response. You didn’t give it to him straight away, letting him stew on that question for a couple seconds longer than humane, until he took a sip of his beer, finding something to occupy himself with while you left him there hanging.

“No boyfriend.”

Your answer was simple – to the point and Lando appreciated that as he let go of the deep sigh rattling around in his chest. Was he being nosy? Absolutely but he was also hedging his bets, knowing that if you did have a boyfriend and you looked like that then he wouldn’t have his two front teeth by the end of the night. He had to know for certain before he bought you another drink. And definitely before he asked you to dance.

There was barely a millimetre, if that between your body and his, only losing the warmth of his embrace when he twirled you around, giggling like teenagers who were superficially falling in love for the night. Your friend was the one who broke up the party, insisting that she said goodbye to you before leaving to relieve her babysitter.

“Everyone’s gone home and I think I’m gonna head off too,” She yelled before tugging you closer, “But have fun with your boy toy,” She whispered into your ear, her smirk telling as you pulled back and rolled your eyes.

“Stop it. It’s just a bit of harmless dancing,” You scoffed in return, but she’d known you since you were knee high to a grasshopper, practically experiencing all of life’s milestones in tandem – until she found her prince charming and had his babies, a betrayal like no other.

“Sure, sure,” She winked because she knew that there was a 90% chance that you wouldn’t make it home, or if you did, it was only because your place was closer than his, “Call me tomorrow morning when you get home.”

The cheek, you thought as she strutted off into the crowd, disappearing into the stormy London night. You were at a crossroads, standing in the middle of the club and searching the room for Lando. He’d given you space to speak with your friend, a subtle sign of respect while he rushed to the bathroom and splashed his face with water.

Get it together, he muttered, cursing his rosy cheeks and uncooperative curls, the bundle of ringlets gathering like a nest on the crown of his head. He didn’t want to look shabby in front of you, especially since he'd identified your expensive perfume and had noticed the red-bottomed heels adorning your feet. You were the uptown girl they were talking about in that song, the tune now on the tip of his tongue as he pushed through the bathroom door, whistling along to the silent song stuck in his head.

And there you were, lost in the crowd, searching. He wondered for a second whether you were looking for him or if your friend had just come over to tell you something and she was coming back. But when your eyes met, you smiled big. Grinning and relieved to see those bright blue eyes drawing you in from across the room, a familiar face to ease your nerves. You glided to him like a magnet magically pulling you both to the halfway point, hands immediately reaching, needy to feel the others touch again.

Winnie’s words rang in your ears, so sure of herself and what she knew about you. Your bad habits. You wanted to spite her and bid Lando farewell but when you watched his tongue swiping across his pouty bottom lip and that boyish smile tug at the corners of his mouth again, you were done for – hook, line and sinker.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

click here for part two

a/n – i really hope you enjoyed the 7k word introduction *facepalm* to this mini-series – it got away from me a little bit but i'm excited about exploring long form writing on tumblr so follow for updates and lmk what you think so far!

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris smut #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #lando norris one shot #formula 1 one shot #f1 #f1 x reader #monzamashmasterlist #what could've been fic #monzamash #lando norris x you

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blythelyunaware · 7 days

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On the "terrible lyrics" discourse...

It's always interesting to me when, right before an album rollout, we have a subsect of swifties and/or simply bad-faith haters who immediately pan a new album by plucking out lyrics out of context. It seems that the curse of folkevermore will forever loom over any new album rollout because most people aren't...that bright? Folkevermore is brilliant for many reasons, not least of all because it was perfectly timed to fit the tone of the socio-cultural time it was released in. People ate it up because a). those albums were pandemic albums and b). they were written mostly in the "quill pen" style. For some reason, and perhaps this is due to a lack of wider reading, people associate "good lyrics" with flowery prose that is reliant heavily on lots of figurative language and "bad lyrics" as simple statements. And so anything that has been released post-folkevermore has been panned as a "step down" because people think Taylor Swift is only worth listening to when she releases music that people perceive, through stereotypes or general insufferableness, as artsier and therefore of more value.

I don't know if it's just a universally bad education system or maybe we don't read contemporary literature enough, but that's just not true. I love folklore so very much, and its most Keats-style 19th-century poet song, "The Lakes," is perhaps one of its weakest because it's trying too hard and some of it, frankly, makes no sense ("Tell me what are my Wordsworth" ???? Like we know that clunky-ass lyric was only put in there for a dumb ass poet reference). And then we have The Last Great American Dynasty, which contains fairly simple/ slightly kooky statements such as: "And in a feud with her neighbour, she stole his dog and dyed it key lime green." Which is way better at characterising the person in that story!!!

It was the same with the "sexy baby" lyric in Anti-Hero (IMO a very interesting lyric!). It's not about how many metaphors she can pack in or the number of stars or 2 AM dancing-in-the-rain or running-down-a-field-to-her-prince, or other fairytale motifs that makes her songs so good. It's her ability to tie a concept together or create a thread of shared ideas within an album. People are clowning on the whole "Charlie Puth being a bigger artist" because Charlie Puth isn't typically considered "high brow" and has released some pretty cringey stuff. But if you look deeper into the reason for why she included that in her song: it fits into the album conceit. The album visuals are very much dark academia, college prep, intellectuals etc. etc. This lyric is not so much about Charlie Puth as it is about her relationship dynamic with the person she is singing about. It's about how they had shared intellectual values around music. And that is the genius of Taylor Swift. She does not need to point a gigantic neon sign at a lyric saying "LOOK! LOOK! THIS IS A METAPHOR AND I AM VERY CLEVER AND YOU CAN FEEL CLEVER FOR GETTING IT!".

To end it all I would urge swifties to please read more and read widely. (I also realise just how pretentious and obnoxious I sound but hey, if we're gonna play into the aesthetic, why not?)

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #swifties #the eras tour #ttpd #matty healy #joe alwyn #personal rant #mini rant #sorry for the rant #folklore #evermore #taylor swift eras

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robinhobiii · 8 months

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Piece of me

Rockstar! Joshua

She was the right person at the wrong time.

Song order : 505 by Arctic Monekys, I wanna be yours by Arctic Monkeys, Cheating on you by Charlie Puth, Company by Justin Bieber and Ghosting by TXT

Joshua Hong.

One of the best vocalist to exist. He was the lead singer of the band “Dust.” He had everything and could get anything. To others, he was on top of the world. However, his heart still had a gaping wound. No amount of money or fame could fill his heart. His mind always wonders back to his support. The woman that held him up when he wasn’t too sure of being a singer. The woman that he loves through and through. It’s been three years since he saw her and everyday was worst than the last.

. . .

“We’re up in 10, Joshuji.” Jeonghan said as he patted his shoulder. He had a glum look on his face. Some days were better then others but today he couldn’t hide his feelings. He still doesn’t want to accept the fact that she was the one that got away.

“Cheer up, hyung!” Dokyeom said with a smile.

“Yeah, we’re here to prove the professors that all those tardies and absences were worth it.” Seungkwan said with a determined look on his face. Joshua only half smiled at that as he remembered those days. They were doing a concert at the university where he had met her. He remembered how she had to cover for him and how she took extra notes for him to understand.

He could hear the loud crowd from behind the stage. He sighed. Maybe he’ll see her today.

The crowed cheered loudly as they all walked onto the stage and started to chant their names: Lee Jihoon! Yoon Jeonghan! Hong Jisoo! Lee Dokyeom! Boo Seungkwan! They got into position and the music started to play.

“But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you’ve had greet me with goodbye.”

“I can’t do this anymore!” She yelled as the tears fell from her eyes. Her usually calm demeanor was no where to be seen and all she wanted to do, was to come to a conclusion to what her and Joshua were.

His sharp eyes soften at her teared ones. “Honey. . We’ve talked about this and yet you always want to leave. Just trust me. We’ll get thro-“

“No”

I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

“You’re leaving?!?” She said shocked.

“Wait, sweetie, I was going to tell you-“

“Josh, my parents finally wanted to meet you and you’re leaving?!”

“No, you weren’t supposed to find out like this.” He sighed out.

“What? You were going to stand me up at my parent’s house?! Huh?!? Joshua?!”

“Darling, it’ll be a quick three day trip. This could be big for the boys and I. We could go anoth-”

“If you leave, we’re done.”

I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

505. Y/n’s apartment number.

“Y/nnie, no matter where I preform, I’ll always make it back here.”

She giggled. “Even if you’re across the globe?”

“Even if I’m across the globe.”

In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side

With your hands between your thighs and a smile

Every night, he knows that image. As she’s laying down, her sweet smile that makes it to her face when he finally comes back home after a long day of practice. The sight only beheld to Joshua’s eyes.

. . .

“That was great everyone!” Their manager said as they finished packing up. Everyone was congratulating each other for all the hard work today.

“Good job, hyung.” Jihoon said. “ I felt more emotion today. You doing good?” He questioned.

“Yeah, it’s one of those days.” He replied dryly.

“Well, we’re eating out so hurry and come along.”

They made it to the local diner where all of them used to spend so much time. “Woah, this place hasn’t changed a bit.” Seungkwan said as he looked around more. The boys and staff were talking and Joshua started to zone out.

“Joshua, stop it.” She said as she continued to type away. He smirked as he continued to gently poke her face.

“Josh!” She said a little too loudly and the other people in the diner started at them. Her face turned pink as she mumbled out a sorry.

“Pretty loud, are we?” He laughed.

She blushed again. “It’s your fault!” He huffed out.

“Mine?” He said offendedly. “I can’t talk to my girlfriend? Ooh, I’m sorry. Let me just leave.” He said as he started to get up. She quickly grabbed his wrist. He looked back and the smile automatically made it to both of their faces.

“Hyung!” Dokyeom shook him. Joshua looked at him. “It’s your turn to order.”

“O-oh. I’ll have a burger and some fries.” He said quickly

“Lost in thought again?” Jeonghan said as he bites into the fries.

“Yeah. .”

“Look Joshuji, it’s been over three years since you two broke up. You need to get over it.”

“You know I can’t!” Joshua said defensively.

Jeonghan sighed as his eyes signaled Seungkwan to take over.

“Hyung, I know you love you her so much, but if you don’t let go, you’ll never recover. Three years is a long time and I’m sure noona is a changed woman now. You need to change.”

Joshua didn’t say anything. He knows they’re right but he just can’t let go.

. . .

“You cheated!” Chan whined as Jeonghan snickered.

“Maybe, you don’t know how to play.” Seungcheol said while laughing.

“Hey, don’t bully him.” Seungkwan scolded them. “Only I get to do that.” He smiled triumphantly as Chan groaned.

Joshua really smiled for the first time in a while. It’s been three months since the talk at the diner and he forced himself to get better. It’s been going great and his friends where doing all they could to help. They were loving the results of his recovery.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow’s concert.” Mingyu gushed out. “I haven’t watched you guys live in a while. Being a model takes my perception of time away. The shoots are soooo looongg.” He whined out. Joshua laughed and patted his head. “Ooh, can we see the set list?” Chan said with a glimmer in his eyes.

“No” Seungkwan said courtly and a frown appeared on Chan’s face. “Wait for tomorrow, Channie.” Jeonghan said as he rubbed his hand on chan’s head.

Soon it was the next day and the boys were preparing to preform. For once Joshua felt great and didn’t really anything when he re-read the lyrics. The lyrics he poured his heart into after every feeling he had about Y/n. They finally walked onto stage and let the music start.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

“I just want to be there for you always. I could be anything for you,” She laughed as she blushed. “I like how you are now.” He smiled as he pulled her closer and rubbed his nose with hers.

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

“Where do you want to go next, love?” He said as he pulled out the parking lot.

“Home. I’m getting a little tired.”

“Home is anywhere with you.” He said smugly

“Smooth, Hong, smooth.”

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

“Want to know a secret?” Joshua whispered. She nodded. “Every time I look at you, I’m just bursting at the seams with love. I just want to shower you in with all my love.” She blushed as she hugged him close.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

“From the moment I saw you, I knew that I had to be yours, darling.”

“Maybe I wanted to be yours as well when I first saw you.” She said shyly.

Wanna be yours

. . .

Joshua picked up his phone and looked at the old pictures of them. Although he feels better than he did better, he can’t bring himself to delete those pictures. Those were the only proof of their love. He likes to remise about the good times. No woman could replace her. He can’t bring himself to go another date. Many women wanted him but he didn’t want them. He locked his phone and made his way to the studio and decided to write some lyrics for the new album. He hummed to get a feel for the lyrics.

Thought I could get you back any time of day

Shouldn't have been so cocky

Joshua, get a grip. Be better for her and be the best musician you can be. Make her proud. She’ll only be mad for a little bit and come back. Don’t call her. She’ll be back. She always comes back you.

Shouldn't have did you wrong (woah, oh)

And now I miss you bad, really, really bad

“This is the tenth date you missed, Joshua. I’m sick of this. I try to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I can’t with this anymore.”

“I’m doing this for us. Trust me when we get a break through, you’ll be sitting on millions with me.”

“I don’t want that, I want to spend some time with you, that’s it.”

Guess you don't know what you got until it's gone.

With that she walked away.

Why did I run away, run away, run away? (Run away)

Oh, your love was everything, everything, everything (everything)

“I’m leaving!!” She finally said as picked up the suitcase.

“Don’t come crawling back when you see me on every billboard.” He angrily said

“I’ll never crawl back to you. You’re not the same man I fell in love with.”

“I’m still the same me! Stop being dramatic, y/n.”

I know it's getting late, getting late, getting late (getting late)

But can I still be on my way, on my way? Yeah

She didn’t come back. And she didn’t answer his calls either. She changed her Instagram bio and changed her apartment code. It feels like she disappeared from the face of the earth and he couldn’t find her anywhere.

I know I said goodbye and baby, you said it too

But when I touch her I feel like I'm cheating on you (I'm cheating on you)

I thought that I'd be better when I found someone new (found someone new)

But when I touch her I feel like I'm cheating on you (believe it, baby)

Jihoon walked in and saw Joshua was in the zone. He took a quick peek at his notepad was amazed by his lyricism. “Hyung, it looks good.” That snapped him out of his trance. Joshua smiled and said, “Do you think it’s going to make the album?”

“I don’t think, I know it will.”

. . .

Today marks the four year anniversary of their break up. It didn’t hurt Joshua this year like it did the last three. He smiled to himself as he felt himself getting better day by day. Today they were performing at their old college town again. He was excited to preform their new song that they just released. He wrote how the end of his relationship should’ve gone. Maybe the break up was inevitable with his wild schedule but he still wanted her in his life.

Let's end each other's lonely nights

Be each other's paradise

Need a picture for my frame

Someone to share my reign

Tell me what you wanna drink

I'll tell you what I got in mind

Just wanna have a conversation

Forget about the obligations

Maybe we can stay in touch

Oh that ain't doin' too much

Can we be, can we be, be each other's company?

Be each other's company

Just be each other's company

Be each other's company

It was an especially fun night as they saw old faces and the vibe was just right. He felt great and wanted to relish that feeling. He went to grab a drink with old friends from college and high school. It was a wonderful night and Joshua saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Towards the end night, he saw Jeonghan calling.

“Hey, you busy?”

“No, I was about to head home.

“Will you be busy tomorrow?”

“…No.”

“Okay, good. I need you to come to Sowon’s house.”

“Why? I thought she moved??”

“She wants to show us the new place, shuji.”

“Oh, wouldn’t her roommate mind?”

“Ooh, Joshuji, her roommate will be out the entire weeknd. The boys will be bringing their girlfriends too. So come. I wouldn’t want my favorite person to be alone.”

“Hmm . . Okay, I’ll be there. And I know you’re lying. I’m not your favorite person”

“What?! You are.”

. . .

The apartment was beautiful. It was much larger than her old one, according to her.

“We still need to put up the pictures, but other than that, everything is done!”

“Wow! The home decor is beautifully done.” Seungkwan’s girlfriend gushed as her fingers gently grazed the ceramics ornaments.

“Thank you! My roommate is really good at interior design. I’m surprised she’s not a real interior designer.”

They all fell into a comfortable conversations. Just talking about anything and everything. His band mates were telling stories from their high school and college days, making the girls laugh.

Sowon glanced at time and saw that it read 1:06 am.

“You guys should head out. I still have to work tomorrow.” She said as she stood up to stretch.

“Whyyy??” Jeonghan whined out. “Just take the day off. We were in such a good conversation, come on, babe.”

She only chuckled.

“No, you guys need to go.”

“Please, unnie.” Dokyeom’s girlfriend said with pleading eyes.

“Guys, I have work tomorrow, we can talk more another ti-“

Suddenly the front door opened. Sowon’s eyes widen. She turned around and everyone else’s eyes followed with her.

Her roommate walked in and Joshua felt all the air leave his body. He couldn’t breathe.

There she stood. L/N Y/N.

There was utter silence as she looked at all of the guest currently in her living room. The boys were looking at Joshua and his reaction.

“Y-you’re back early, Y/nnie. I thought you’d be back Monday.”

She smiled softly and said, “I thought that too, but there was a change in plans. Sorry for disrupting you and your guests.”

“No! You’re not. Don’t be silly. Here let me-“ Sowon grabbed her hand and dragged her so now she was face to face with all the guests.

“This is my amazing roommate Y/N. And this is my boyfriend, Jeonghan.” He waved and said, “nice to meet you.” Y/n reciprocated the action. “And these are his band mates. You know the band, Dust, yeah that’s them.” Y/n smiled as she waved to them.

“Don’t mind her, she’s a little shy. She’s also not into the same music as me so, she might not recognize you guys.”

“It’s fine. Nice to meet you, Y/n noona.” Seungkwan said. Y/n smiled fondly at him and said the same thing. Joshua eyes were stuck on her. Everything about her changed. Everything about her was more mature. Her tone of talking to her choice of clothing. He was enamored by her again. All those feelings were rushing back to him. Those months of him working on himself, was out the window. He didn’t care about healing. He just wanted her again.

“Well, I’m going to head to bed. You guys can stay, but keep the volume to a minimum, thank you.” Y/n said as she started to walk away.

Joshua stood up and said, “We were just leaving.”

She turned around and looked at him. There was utter silence in the room. He wanted to reach out and hug her, touch her, kiss her. But she only half smiled and said, “well have a good night.” And with that she walked to her room. He stared at the direction he was just in.

“Um, do you guy know each other?” Sowon said.

Joshua said nothing for a bit before making his way to the door and mutter out a “Thank you for inviting me.”

. . .

Two weeks passed and Joshua was the worst he’s ever been. He can’t even eat on time. He wants to be in her presence again. His band members were worried. He couldn’t even find it in him to even talk. Joshua felt drained even though he didn’t do much.

“Shua, come eat.” Seungcheol said softly as he rubbed his head. Joshua was laying down face first into his pillow. He couldn’t even formulate a sentence to answer him. Mingyu walked into the room and made eye contact with Seungcheol. They came to an agreement via eye contact.

“Here.” Seungcheol pushed Joshua up and Mingyu gripped his waist to hoisted him up. They forced him up and walked him towards Joshua’s and Jeonghan’s shared dining room.

“Hyung, you can do it.” Chan said as he helped feed Joshua.

The was a somewhat comforting silence between them all. But, Minghao broke it.

“You need to talk to her.”

There was silence but it was more suffocating. Joshua looked up at him. “Hyung, you’re never going to improve if one glance at her ruined your months of growth. There’s clearly an unresolved issue and you need to fix it. I’m sure she feels the same.” Minghao started. “Her presence was enough to make you crumble. I don’t want to continue to see you suffer. You suffered enough. Just talk it out with her.”

Joshua sighed. “What if she doesn’t want to talk to me?”

“It’s worth a shot. Express the feelings you’ve been feeling and tell her what you want the two of you to be. I remember noona being by your side like glue. I’m sure she wants some answers too.” Minghao replied. Joshua simply nodded.

. . .

He didn’t even know what he would even say to her. It’s been too long and he’s changed and he’s sure that she changed as well. How does he even go about it. Her face remains rent free in his head and how her smile from that night gives him the comfort that he so desperately craves.

Joshua thought maybe writing it out would help him come up with a better way of expressing his thoughts to her.

All of a sudden you disappeared, you disappeared

Like a faint ghost, disappeared

I sometimes ask into the void

What am I to you? (What am I?)

All of a sudden you disappeared, you disappeared

Like a faint ghost, disappeared

In this room where only echo remains

I'm wandering around alone all this time

I'm like a ghost

Joshua knew he had to tell her. He needed to see her now.

. . .

“Sowon, is she home?” Joshua said.

She looked at him as she leaned on her front door.

“No, she’s out right now. Why?”

“When will she be back?”

“Not for a while, now why do you need her?”

“I’ll came back in a bit.”

Sowon grabbed his collar from behind as he turned to leave. Joshua stumbled back and wobbled a bit having lost his balance.

“Why?” She said she crossed her arms.

He sighed. “You have time?”

“Plenty.”

For the next two and half hours, he explained everything about his and her relationship. Sowon was trying to process everything.

“How come she never told me anything??!?” She was perplexed since they knew each other since high school and she didn’t tell her anything. “I can’t believe it. She’s the one that inspired you to write those amazing songs!?”

Joshua gave her a look. She sheepish laughed. “Right, sorry.” She cleared her throat and said, “Well, she’s at work and won’t be done for a while and she’s usually grumpy when she comes back. She doesn’t work on the weekends. We usually go out or if I can’t, she goes out by herself.” Joshua nodded.

“So, here’s the plan.”

. . .

It was the weekend and Joshua was beyond nervous. The plan Sowon explain sounded easy enough, but he was nervous about messing up. He made his way to the busy city.

“She likes visiting the stalls on the weekends if she doesn’t make plans with anyone.” Sowon said.

He looked around and couldn’t see anything as it was so busy. Joshua made his way across all the stalls and there was no signs of her. He sent a quick text to Sowon saying he didn’t even get a glimpse of her. Sowon replied by calling him.

“She’s at the art gallery, right near the large restaurant.”

Oh, she must be at Minghao’s art gallery.

“Okay, I’ll make my way over there.”

He walked into the gallery and took in his friends art. While he was there, the least he could do is appreciate the man that pushed him to talk it out with the woman he loves.

“Hyung?” Minghao whispered out.

Joshua smiled “Eissa.”

“I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“What? Can’t enjoy one of my best friends art?”

Minghao squinted his eyes, trying to read his face. “Well thank you for coming. Means a lot to me.” He said as he hugged him.

Joshua looked around for a bit and couldn’t find her. He almost lost all hope until he saw her silhouette leaving. He made his way over to the entrance and was walking through the busy roads. It was currently 6 pm and many people were getting started on their night. He almost lost sight of her until he saw her walk into the small intersection for pedestrians. She walked towards the train station and Joshua finally caught up to her and gently grabbed her arm. She quickly turned around to see who was touching her. She froze as she recognized those eyes.

“What are you doing?” She finally whispered out.

“We need to talk, please.”

“About what? We’ve been done for four years, remember?”

“I didn’t forget about you the last four years. All you did was live in my mind and all I could think about was what we had.”

She was silent.

“Please let’s go somewhere and talk.”

. . .

They both sat down on Joshua’s couch.

“Honey, please look at me.” He said softly.

Her eyes couldn’t even meet his, afraid she might cry. She shook her head no.

“Just talk Joshua, please.” Y/n pleaded.

Joshua sighed.

“I don’t know where to even start.” He chuckled bitterly.

“I think I should apologize first. I’m sorry that I wasn’t a good boyfriend towards the end of our relationship. I guess being too focused on the band made me forget the woman that help me up. I should’ve been there for you more. You always were my shoulder to cry on and yet I did nothing to make you feel loved.” He paused and tried to collect more of his thoughts. “That night where you ended it, I felt so lost. Heck, I still do. I don’t know how even been living the four years. I feel like I can’t breathe sometimes. I regret everything. If I could go back and stop myself, I would. I would stop myself from ever even forming the idea of a band. I can’t live without you. I thought I was getting better but the moment I saw you, I relapsed.” He paused again before saying what he’s been wanting to say for the last four years.

“I need you in my life. I feel like I used to see the world in color and the day you left, all the color drained away and everything’s grey. I want us to work again. This is the biggest mistake I ever made. I need in my life and you don’t have to be my lover, but I just want to be in your presence again. Please Y/n. ” He pleaded.

She was silent. “Joshua. . . “ Y/n couldn’t even begin a sentence as she was trying to process what he just spilled to her. “ I don’t know what to say.”

“Please, tell me how you feel about me.”

She sighed softly before saying, “I also think about the old time. I also miss us and everything we did together. But, I don’t think it could even work out between us again. I’ve changed and you’ve changed. Josh, I’ve been yearning for you since I left but I knew that if I went back to you without changing myself for the better, we would still be miserable. I still never stopped supporting you though. I listened to all your songs and watch most of your performances online. However, I don’t know if this could be picked up where we left it off.”

“Then we don’t have to.” He said as he reach for her hand. He clasped their hands together and looked at her. Her confused gaze met his determined one.

“We can start over. We can do try again but this time we know what the other person is like. We know each other’s likes and dislikes. We can learn each others new likes and dislikes. We can start from the bottom again.” He said as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Like friends?” She whispered out.

“Yeah, and if we like the progress, we can merge to lovers.”

“I don’t know, Joshua. We left off on a very ugly note.”

“Let’s try again, sweetheart. Let’s try to form a new bond, stronger than the last one.”

“Okay, let’s try again from the bottom.” She said as she leaned in for a hug. He hugged her and basked in her warmth.

“And this time I won’t let you go this time.”

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gifsbyharley · 1 year

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violetsandfluff · 10 months

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Welcome to the Concept Café!

If you’re a writer or reader looking for inspiration, look no further.

Rules: Order a fic from the writer who reblogged this. Include who you want the fic to be written about and any of the following elements.

Dishes ~ Style

🥣 Bowl • Fluff

🍽️ Plate • Angst

🥡 Takeout • Smut (I’m not writing smut anymore but other writers might!)

Meals ~ Relationship Status

🥗 Salad • Married

🥪 Sandwich • Engaged

🌭 Hotdog • Dating

🍕Pizza • Just friends

🫕 Soup • Strangers

Drinks ~ Settings & Scenarios

🫙 Water • Boring afternoons together

🥛 Milk • Meeting their parents

☕️ Coffee • Morning kisses

🍵 Tea • Sick day

🧋Boba tea • Concert/music festival

🧃 Juice box • Coming out

🥤 Pop • Long-distance

🍸 Martini • Road trip/vacation

🥂 Champagne • Date night/anniversary

Snacks ~ Song Lyric Prompts

🍓 Strawberries • “Look at the stars // look how they shine for you // and everything you do” (Yellow, Coldplay)

🍌 Banana • “And I know that we can be so amazing // And baby your love is gonna change me // And now I can se every possibility” (Just Haven’t Met You Yet, Michael Buble)

🍇 Grapes • (All I got is one shot, one try // one go around in this beautiful life…) (Keep Me In The Moment, Jeremy Camp)

🍅 Tomatoes • “Cuz if I want you, and I want you, babe // Ain’t going backwards, won’t ask for space…” (Close, Nick Jonas)

🍊 Orange • “In the dark we’re barely holding on // then you rest your head upon my chest // and you feel like there ain’t nothing left…” (Flicker, Niall Horan)

🥕 Carrots • “If we ever broke up I’d call your dad // tell him all the shittiest of things you said…” (If We Ever Broke Up, Mae Stephens)

🫐 Blueberries • “Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life // say yes, say yes…” (Rude, Magic!)

🍉 Watermelon • “You don’t have to say you love me // you don’t have to say nothing…” (Adore You, Harry Styles)

🍐 Pear • “That seatbelt’s on your chest, hearing your heart, holding you down…” (Coffee, Tori Kelly)

🫑 Bell pepper • “

🫛 Pea pods • “Is it too late now to tell you that everything means nothing if I can’t have you…” (If I Can’t Have You, Shawn Mendes)

🫘 Beans • “If this is what it's like falling in love // then I don't ever wanna grow up…” (Kid in Love, Shawn Mendes)

🥜 Peanuts • “I’ll buy you anything // I’ll buy you any ring…” (Baby, Justin Bieber)

🍚 Rice • “But I knew you // trying to change the ending…” (Cardigan,Taylor Swift)

🧀 Cheese • “Here’s my number // so call me maybe…” (Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen)

🍟 Fries • “Stop the clocks, it’s amazing // you should see the way the light dances off your head…” (Afterglow, Ed Sheeran)

🍳 Egg • “I know times are getting hard // but just believe me, girl // someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar // we’ll have it good…” (Hey There Delilah // The Plain White T’s)

🥓 Bacon • Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week // and in this packed out room swear she was singing to me…” (Galway Girl, Ed Sheeran)

🍤 Shrimp • “There’s things I wanna say to you // but I’ll just let you live…” (Cinnamon Girl, Lana Del Rey)

🍣 Sushi • “I don’t want you to get lost // I don’t want you to go broke…” (Music For A Sushi Restaurant, Harry Styles)

🍥 Narutomaki • “Take me into your loving arms // kiss me under the light of a thousand stars…” (Thinking Out Loud, Ed Sheeran)

🥐 Croissant • “Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours // You in those little high-waisted shorts…” (Sweater Weather, The Neighborhood)

🥨 Pretzel • “When I first saw you from across the room // I could tell that you were curious…” (Perfect, One Direction)

🥯 Bagel • “Call me, baby, if you need a friend // I just wanna give you love…” (One Call Away, Charlie Puth)

🍬 Candy • “And when you smile // the whole world stops and stares for a while…” (Just The Way You Are, Bruno Mars)

🍭 Lollipop • “I met you in the dark // you lit me up…” (Say You Won’t Let Go, James Arthur)

🍫 Chocolate • “Strawberry ice cream // one spoon for two…” (Deja Vu, Olivia Rodrigo)

Sweets ~ Extra elements

🍰 Cake • Playful flirting

🍩 Donut • Kissing envelopes/love letters

🥧 Pie • Baking together

🍮 Custard • Sharing clothes

🥠 Fortune cookie • Sharing earbuds

🍪 Cookie • Sharing the last cookie

🥮 Mooncake • Holding hands in public

🍡Thing • Playing with each other’s hair

🍦Ice cream cone • Singing to lover

🍨 Ice cream dish • Feeling clingy

#I’m definitely adding more menu items eventually so stay tuned #writing prompts #concept menu #flutterfly alley #violetsandfluff #fluff prompts #fic writer #fanfiction prompts #writing prompt #angst prompt #smut prompts #fluff #smut #angst #writer

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lykaonimagines · 2 years

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Lose My Mind - Stephen Strange x Reader

Paring: Stephen Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 949

Description: After spending years hoping Y/N would just figure out his feelings for her, Stephen realizes he’s run out of time. He has to tell her or let her go. Based on the song “Kiss Me Before I Fucking Lose My Mind” by Charlie Puth. Bits from the song are used.

“I'm done playing these games. I can't believe what I'm about to say. I won't tell you goodbye, with my love left behind. Kiss me before I fucking lose my mind.”

Other Things: Fluff. Start of relationship.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Masterlist

“You’re… joining the Guardians? Are you serious?” Stephen asks, his brow furrowed at his former apprentice. “As in the group with the talking raccoon and tree?”

Y/N nods with a small laugh, taking a sip of the tea he had previously handed her. “Wasn’t sure where to go, and they offered for me to join them. I get along well with them all, and Quill said they could benefit from my magic.”

“Anyone would benefit from having you around,” he says gruffly, tightly gripping his own glass as he bites back harsher replies. “When would you be leaving and coming back?”

Kicking at the rug she looks up at him sheepishly, “Well, today. I have all my stuff packed upstairs. Just going to meet with them then open a portal between my room here and the room on their ship to move it all over. They don’t make it back to Earth very often, and I don’t really intend on portaling back and forth the entire time. Just going to live the full experience. So maybe in a few years. I’ll be reachable for emergencies though.”

“Years? You’re going to be gone for years?”

“Yeah… after everything that has happened. I mean. I was learning from you and at Kamar-Taj for years, then I was put in charge of this Sanctum for five years, and now you’re back. I’ve had my lessons, and I’m not really needed here. I also don’t feel like going back to Kamar-Taj. Most of the Avengers I knew are gone. Just seems like the best step.”

Stephen nods slowly, unsure what to say. Biting the inside of his cheek as her phone rings.

She pulls it out quickly, giving him an apologetic look as she answers, “Hey Quill, what’s up? Mhm. Yeah I’m just finishing up here and I’ll be headed out. Yep. See you soon.”

“I’d imagine that’s your ride?” he asks stiffly, standing with her as she gets up from her seat.

“Yeah, they got here a bit early. Drax wanted to try a rollercoaster though so they’re running off to do that. But I should get going, have to get everything settled anyways.”

Stepping up closer to the sorcerer, she surprises him by throwing her arms around him. He quickly relaxes into the embrace and brings his arms up to hold her to him, “I’m gonna miss you, you know that right?”

He nods silently against her in the embrace, sighing as she pulls back. Forcing a smile to his lips, “You’ll do great.”

She gives him one last smile before fishing out her sling ring from her pocket and taking a few steps away from him.

As she turns away, Stephen finds himself suddenly reaching out to grab her wrist before she can raise it, his unsteady fingers circling around it as she turns to look at him confused, “Uh, Strange?”

Taking a deep breath, he finally meets her eyes, “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I’m done playing these fucking games.”

“Games? You’ve been playing games with me?”

“I’ve spent years, hoping you’d just figure it out,” he says softly. “I’ve never been able to just say it to you, but I… can’t say goodbye. Not again. Not for this. Not without you knowing the truth.”

“Stephen what are you saying?” Y/N asks finally turning to face him. His grip firm on her wrist, jaw set tight, and his blue eyes set intensely on her face.

Suddenly tugging her closer, Y/N nearly falls into his body. She stares up at him in surprise as his heart beats rapidly against his ribcage as he lowers his face closer to her, “Kiss me before I fucking lose my mind.”

Her eyes widen, a moment of panic and doubt gripping his heart. But before he can pull back, her hands are on his cheeks pulling him closer, and her lips against his.

His arms slide quickly around her waist, pulling her flush to his body as every nerve in his body seems to ignite at once. Her lips move on his just as desperately as his own, hoping to convey the words he’d long left unsaid.

They part with only the sound of their heavy breathing in the large room. Her hands grip the neck of his robes tightly, a slight smile playing on her lips as his eyes once again glance down to them.

He presses his forehead to hers, looking into her eyes, “Stay. Please. I need you here, with me.”

“How long have you been holding this back Strange?” she teases, her warm breath tickling his nose.

“Far too long,” he murmurs as he lean back to press soft kisses from her forehead down to her jaw. “And it was getting dire. Stay.”

Reaching up, she slowly runs her nails through his facial hair as she looks up at him lost in thought.

“Please?” he offers quietly, pulling a chuckle from her.

“If I stay, what are we?”

“I’m yours, if that’s what you’re asking,” he answers immediately. “If that’s what you want.”

“So we’re talking exclusivity, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“If it’s what you want.”

“But what do you want?”

“You,” he states simply. “Preferably staying here, just involved with me.”

“Stephen stop being diplomatic and just ask me,” she teases gently.

“Will you be mine? Preferably only mine?” He smirks as she rolls her eyes.

“Yes Stephen, I’ll date you.”

“And tell the Guardians they can fuck back off to wherever they come from, and you’ll stay?” he asks with the raise of an eyebrow.

Pressing her lips to his once more, she smiles against him before whispering, “I’ll stay.”

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Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people

E - Endlessly, by The Cab

Q - Que Sera, by Justice Crew

U - Untitled, by Simple Plan

A - A Light To Call Home, by Julie Brennan

L - Little Girl, by Faith Marie

L - Love Song Requiem, by Trading Yesterday

Y - You Are My Sunshine, by Jasmine Thompson

L - Lost Boy, by Ruth B.

O - One Call Away, by Charlie Puth

Y - Young And Beautiful, by Lana Del Rey

A - Alone Together, by Fallout Boy

L - Love Triangle, by RaeLynn

A - All Is Found, by Kacey Musgraves

N - Novocaine Joyride, by Cody Saintgnue

D - Devil's Backbone, by The Civil Wars

L - Like Real People Do, by Hozier

E - Everybody Hurts, by Jasmine Thompson

T - Time of Our Lives, by Tyrone Wells

H - Hate Me, by Eurielle

A - Aristotle & Averores, by Kareem Salama

L - Losing Your Memory, Ryan Star

Tagging: (no pressure)

@thiamsxbitch @raekensarcher @outcastpack @smile667 @transdunbar @rd-eternity @theoceanismyinkwell @de-constructmybones @pansexual-puppy-pack @honeynutbeeswax @nuxmediocre @sefinh (and I'm out of people I actually kinda know...)

#mutuals are special #this is fun #have some fun music

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chlodoll · 1 year

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my top albums (and songs) of 2022 (with some links to my fav performances 😆)

1. le sserafim - antifragile | the live performances are so damn good! | antifragile, impurities, good parts

2. sabrina carpenter - emails i can’t send | i love when i can just depend on an artist to always put out good albums | nonsense, tornado warnings, bad for business, already over, emails i can’t send, because I liked a boy

3. 4*town - turning red ost | this boy group is everything | nobody like u

4. red velvet - birthday | a hit after some misses | bye bye, on a ride

5. sza - sos | it just came out but idc | nobody gets me, f2f, conceited, shirt, gone girl, kill bill, smoking on my ex pack, good days, blind

6. beyoncé - renaissance | hey, look at us! who would’ve thought? not me! now if only we could get the visuals... | church girl, america has a problem, alien superstar, cozy, plastic off the sofa, virgo’s groove, energy

7. taylor swift - midnights | here i am again riding for one of blondies albums | lavender haze, paris, sweet nothing, glitch, bigger than the whole sky

8. rm - indigo | it feels like the last archive of my 20s too... damn | closer, wildflower, yun, still life, change pt.2, lonely

9. flo - the lead | i have loved seeing their rise this year | cardboard box, immature, summertime

10. nayeon - im nayeon | my girl! | love countdown, candyfloss, no problem, pop!, sunset

11. summer walker - still over it | it came out in 2021, i know, but i really wasn’t vibing until 2022 | circus, bitter, insane, no love, 4th baby mama,

12. new jeans - new jeans | i got my braids and i’ve been flipping my hair like they do in attention all the time haha | hype boy, hurt, attention

13. jhope - jack in the box | this is so him... and i saw it performed live?! | arson, safety zone, more, what if

14. encanto ost | i was so scared this would get on my spotify wrapped lolll | what else can i do?, we don’t talk about bruno, surface pressure

15. harry styles - harry’s house | no one is more disappointed than me, but he did something here | satellite, daydreaming, keep driving, late night talking, daylight

16. euphoria ost | shut up i know... and when s3 comes out i will be back playing the songs everyday | all for us, still don’t know my name, formula, nate growing up, forever, i’m tired, elliot’s song

other songs i was obsessed with:

black panther: wakanda forever - con la brisa (foudequesh), alone (burna boy) interlude (stormzy), no woman no cry (tems) | bts - run bts, yet to come, left and right (jungkook and charlie puth), stay alive (jungkook), the astronaut (jin), bad decisions, dreamers (jungkook) | chlöe - treat me, surprise | fka twigs - jealousy (feat. rema), oh my love, tears in the club (feat. the weeknd), papi bones (feat. shygirl) | glorilla - tomorrow (with cardi b) | gracie abrams - block me out, better | ice spice - bikini bottom | ive - love dive, after like | jessie ware - free yourself | latto - it’s givin, sunshine, big energy, wheelie (feat. 21 savage), like a thug (feat. lil durk) | loona - pale blue dot | kelsea ballerini - heartfirst | marren morris - circles around this town, background music | megan thee stallion - budget (feat. latto), not nice, her, plan b, sweetest pie (with dua lipa) | muni long - hrs & hrs | omar apollo - want u around (feat. ruel), hijo de su madre, tamagotchi, archetype, hey boy (feat. kali uchis) | paramore - this is why | red velvet - bamboleo, beg for me | stayc - run2u, same same | suki waterhouse - moves, good looking | taeyeon - some nights, sirens, invu, weekend, timeless | twice - talk that talk, brave

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ecofinisher · 1 year

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Had done a cleaning through my USB-stick and found on a document this old biography of the PAW Patrol OC's I made years ago for my fanfic "PAW Patrol: New Generation. I had published it around 2015 if I'm correct.

Chester, a Bernese Mountain Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Chester Species: Dog (Bernese Mountain Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Switzerland Bio: Chester was born in a small village in Canton Zurich and after a few weeks was put for adoption along with his seven siblings. He was adopted by Captain Turbot and then got introduced to the PAW Patrol. Due the many videos he got to see from Cap't Turbot about the PAW Patrol, he got interested in become a Police dog, thought the idea was to make him a rescue dog at the mountains. Thought the most of the members (Specially Chase) misjudged him, but in a mission, in which he went along with Rocky and Skye illegally, he showed what he was up to and everybody was glad about him. Quotes: - There's no need to fear, the PAW Patrol is here! - Äuä - There's no need to fear, Chester's here! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: megaphone, light, net, marble cannon, Vehicle: Chase’s police car (Contains orange traffic cones and a winch) Uniform: He wears a similar police uniform and has three golden chevrons on both sides of his arms and on the left side of his uniform. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Vaccination Inspiration: A Bernese mountain dog from my old school, Chase, Notes: - Chester is able to speak six languages (English, German, Swissgerman, Italian, French and Romansh) - He often forgets to use his nose, when he needs it the most - Originally he has got a red collar with white crosses, which would show the Switzerland flag. - He doesn't know anything about his family, but he knows exactly, the name of his birthplace and town, he used to live, before Adventure Bay. - Most of his quotes are similar to some heroes from TV shows or movies.

- His favourite singer is Charlie Puth.

Ash, A English Pointer dog OC from PAW Patrol Name: Ash Species: Dog (English Pointer) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Firefighter pup

Origin: United Kingdom Bio: Ash was born in England to two Pointers, that belonged to a woman, who did breed Pointers to sell them. He was sold to someone in Canada, but he got lost along with other animals during the transports in Canada and he ended up in a kennel. After a few weeks he got adopted by Ryder and became PAW Patrol’s next firepup. Quotes: - This pup is on fire!

- After Fire comes smoke, and then there will be Ash!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Contains a water and foam cannon, a blanket, a metal cut scissor Vehicle: A Man based firetruck. It’s larger, than Marshall’s old firetruck and it’s ladder reach much more higher places. Uniform: A Dark blue uniform with green reflectors and a green protection helmet. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Fur razor

Inspiration: Pongo (101) Dalmatians, Underdog (Underdog), Notes: - His body stature is slim, just similar to Marshall.

Avery, an Airedale terrier Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Avery Species: Dog (Airedale Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is British)

Bio: Avery and his siblings were children of two Airedale Terriers, that worked as policedogs in Edmonton. He was inspired by his parents to become a police dog and got invited along with a few of his siblings to get recruited. But one night, a stereo system had a short circuit and started to burn. Avery and two of his siblings were the only one to make it out of the burning house. Both ran away and tried to get help, but ended up getting lost. All three got lost from each other and after weeks Avery discovered, that they were dead too.

Avery tried to find food to survive, but he rarely had luck. A dog catcher found him and brought him into a kennel, where he met Milo and a few other pups and dogs.

After weeks he got adopted by Ryder along with Milo and both we’re the future members of the PAW Patrol. Quotes: - If you need a paw, you can count on me!

- I’ll be there, whenever you call! PAW Patrol equipment : Pup pack: He wears a black pup pack. (It contains a megaphone, light, net and a marble cannon.) Vehicle: A copy of Chase’s car, but black and white like from an Interceptor police car. Uniform: Black uniform with two yellow chevrons on the side. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Thunder, Fire, Inspiration: My boss’ dog, the Despicable Me 2 Trailer, Notes: - Avery and Milo are good friends and knew each other from the kennel, they were before.

Milo, A doberman OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Milo Species: Dog (Doberman) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is German) Bio: Milo lost his mother, when he was very young and stand alone on his own along with an older brother of him. They were strays and strolled around Vancouver to find food to survive. His brother got adopted by a cop and became a police dog and encouraged Milo to not give up, that he will have a home too. He ran one day a way from Vancouver, because of the streets being now more dangerous, because of a leader stray, that wants to harm other strays. Milo landed in a kennel and weeks later was adopted by Ryder along with Avery and he finally had a home and new friends. Quotes: - No matter how many miles, Milo will come! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Milo has two pup packs. (It has a megaphone, a light, a net and a marble cannon (Police Unit, blue pack) Contains light, net and a zip line (Spy Pack, black pack) Vehicle: Black Ford Mustang. (Roof+Seat ejector, satellite dish, spy drone, winch, screen in the inside) Uniform: Chase’s spy outfit / Other variations of outfits. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown Inspiration: Milo (Sims 2 dog OC of mine), El Diablo (Beverly Hills Chihuahua), Notes: - Milo has a brother, which he hasn’t seen anymore since he left Vancouver, where he lived on the streets.

- He wanted to become a police dog and fight for justice, just like his brother.

Paulo, a Portuguese Water Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Paulo Species: Dog (Portuguese Water Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Lifeguard

Origin: Canada (Breed is Portuguese) Bio: Paulo was very young as he got adopted by a lovely family. One a trip he got lost and landed in a kennel, where he met Pedro. Both became great friends and ended up being adopted together by Ryder to join later the PAW Patrol. Quotes: - I’m falling in like a cannonball

- Cannonball!

- Paulo and Pedro are reporting for duty! (Along with Pedro) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is orange and has on the sides his name written. (Contains: buoy launcher and scuba dive gear) Vehicle: He has an orange Lifeguard pick up based on a L200. He also uses sometimes Zuma’s old hovercraft, when they have to go over the water along with Pedro. Uniform: He wears an orange shirt with the texts “PAW Patrol Lifeguards, Pedro and Paulo” In the middle is the logo of the PAW Patrol and the words are around the symbol. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Obama’s dog Bo, my hybrid dog Nina (Her fur pattern are similar to one of a Portuguese Water dog), Crash and Eddie (Ice Age), Shrek and Donkey (Shrek) Notes: - Thought he and Pedro could actually talk to each other in Portunol (Portuguese-Spanish mix), they are often talking in English.

- He sometimes uses also in the English language some words from the Portuguese language like “Amigo” (Friend) or “Mano” (Bro)

Pedro, a Spanish Water Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Pedro Species: Dog (Spanish Water Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Lifeguard

Origin: USA (Breed is Spanish) Bio: He had a human family, which later had twins and had not much time to give to Pedro. They took him and abandoned him in front of a kennel. He met there Paulo and both swore each others to be there for each other always and consider themselves as brothers. Both joined the PAW Patrol after Ryder’s adoption and decided both to become lifeguards, since they’re both water dogs. Quotes: - I’m going down like a torpedo

- Cannonball!

- I’m ready to get wet!

- Paulo and Pedro are reporting for duty! (Along with Paulo) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is orange and has on the sides his name written. (Contains: buoy launcher and scuba dive gear) Vehicle: He has an orange Lifeguard pick up based on a L200. He also uses sometimes Zuma’s old hovercraft, when they have to go over the water along with Paulo. Uniform: He wears an orange shirt with the texts “PAW Patrol Lifeguards, Pedro and Paulo” In the middle is the logo of the PAW Patrol and the words are around the symbol. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Paulo, Zuma and Tracker, Crash and Eddie (Ice Age), Shrek and Donkey (Shrek) Notes: - Thought he and Paulo could actually talk to each other in Portunol (Portuguese-Spanish mix), they are often talking in English.

- He sometimes uses also in the English language some words from the Spanish language like “Amigo” (Friend) or “Hermano” (Bro)

Annabelle, a Pug OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Annabelle Species: Dog (Pug) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Construction

Origin: France (Breed is Chinese) Bio: Annabelle comes from a famous pedigree heritage, that only she knows. Captain Turbot’s cousin bought her from the breeders and shipped it to Captain Turbot and he introduced her Chester and Bianca, which were also from Europe and introduced them all the PAW Patrol and it’s positions and jobs, they could do. Since the most of the current adopted members were males, she started to act more tomboyish than girly, then decided to follow Rubble’s steps. Quotes: - Let’s dig in! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has got Rubble’s pup pack suiting her body size. (It contains a shovel, a hammer, a saw and a cement shovel) Vehicle: Rubble’s Bulldozer (Improved) Uniform: Yellow vest with reflectors and a yellow hard helmet Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Rats and Mouses, Inspiration: Precious, the pug (The Nut Job), My cousin’s pug, Notes: - She’s one of the few tomboys of the gang.

- She’s a Justin Bieber fan and boy bands.

William, a Scottish Terrier OC from PAW Patrol. Name: William Species: Dog (Scottish Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Recycling + Engineering

Origin: USA (Breed is Scottish)

Bio: William was before in a dog pound in Idaho and in his cell, the most of the dogs were adults and were to be putten asleep. As a worker was about to take one of the dogs with, a second one attacked the man and all others ran away leaving the other two behind. William ran and hid in a park for pets and observed a group of eco-freaks holding a lecture about how important is recycling, interesting ways to use stuff, you would usually throw away and other ecologic stuffs. William was on his own and walked everyday a bit away from danger, until he crossed the boarders and was in Canada. After a few more days, he was being chased by a dog catcher and he got brought to a kennel, much to William’s dismay. But luckily he got adopted by Ryder and got introduced to the PAW Patrol and since he saw videos of the mixed breed Rocky, he decided to be an Eco-pup. Quotes:

- I’ll go on green! - Don’t throw it away, use it anyway! - Aye

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: He has got Rocky’s vest, edited to suit him. (Contains a screwdriver, a saw, a driller, a claw, pliers and a wrench) Vehicle: Rocky’s recycling truck (With reduced fuel consumption, fuel is made out of natural stuffs (Like Ergas or Evologic) Uniform: Green polo shirt with a vectorized draw of the earth on the front. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Jock (Lady and the Tramp), Rocky Notes: - His Scottish accent isn’t very notable, when he talks.

- He was before supposed to be a mixed breed like Rocky and his son.

- He’s the only one of the gang to nickname others and to use it.

Bianca, a West Highland White Terrier OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Bianca Species: Dog (West Highland White Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Aviation

Origin: UK

Bio: Bianca belonged to a family in the UK, that earn money by dog breeding. They are known for breeding popular dogs breeds and they sold Bianca to Francois Turbot, which he then gave it to his cousin, then he did the same to Ryder. Bianca got excited from seeing, that she had a possibility to be an aviation pup, like Skye and quickly candidate herself for it. Quotes: - I’m ready to take off! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has Skye’s pup pack with her wings. It was edited to suit to Bianca. Vehicle: Skye’s helicopter and a white Cessna with pink stripes on the side of the plane and on the edge of the wings. The plane is carried on with jet-like engines and has hidden in the wings propeller, that come out, in case the others fail out. The landing gear of the plane has wheels, but they can be also be taken away and then be substituted by ski, so it is able to land and take off on the snow or for water, water buoy are used instead of the skis or wheels. Uniform: She wears a white blouse and a black jacket, like regular airline pilots including a pink tie. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Skye (Formerly), Dangerous dogs and other animals Inspiration: Maria Fagerström (Female Ryanair Pilot), Skye, Notes: - She was first afraid, that Skye would be her teacher.

- Her most favourite song is called “Can’t stop the feeling” by Justin Timberlake.

Alaska, an Alaskan Malamute OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Alaska Species: Dog (Alaskan Malamute) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Rescue & medical dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is Alaskan) Bio: She and her sister lived on the other side of the mountains and got lost during a heavy storm and landed on the other side, where Jake’s ski shop was. He adopted the two girls and got asked by Ryder, if they were interested in becoming PAW Patrol members. Quotes: - Feeling Sick? I’ll make your better quick!

- Snow or Ice, I’m always ready!

- If you gained some pain, just call Alaska!

- Alaska will be there, whenever you call!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Alaska has two pup packs. She has Everest’s old pup pack, but it was edited to be a bit larger, since she’s taller, than Everest and has a few new thing. (The pack contains a grappling hook, a foldable snowboard with jet-drive, an ice pick, ice shoes and a salt spreading device on the end of the pack) The second pack is ice blue with a red cross on the side and is her medical pack. (It contains an X-ray, a thermometer, a bandage roll, Eosin, plasters and packaged, tooth-friendly lollipops. Vehicle: Alaska has a violet pick up snow plow with turquoise lines on the side of the vehicle. On the back bumper of the car, it has a salt spreading device and on the front it has a giant shovel. Her second vehicle is a red and white ambulance, which has a rather big longer trailer, than Marshall’s for transporting larger animals or people and in case of an emergency, to first aid in there. On the backside of the trailer and on the side is the symbol of the PAW Patrol and near the cabin of the vehicle there stands the letters “PAW” and in front of them stays “Patch up, Assist and Watch” The door has the number 002. Uniform: She wears a violet winter jacket with a hood and white fur on the sides of the hood. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Height Inspiration: Jenna, Aniu and Steele (Balto) Notes: - She and her sister Antarctica joined the PAW Patrol together.

- They live and help Jake at the mountain.

Antarctica, an Alaskan Malamute OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Antarctica Species: Dog (Alaskan Malamute) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Rescue dog

- I’ll be there, whenever you call”

- Snowbody will stop me! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has got a turquoise pup pack similar to Alaska’s. (The pack contains a grappling hook, a foldable snowboard with jet-drive, an ice pick, ice shoes and a salt spreading device on the end of the pack) Vehicle: A turquoise pick up snow plow with violet lines on the side of the vehicle. On the back bumper of the car, it has a salt spreading device and on the front it has a giant shovel. Uniform: She wears a turquoise winter jacket with a hood and white fur on the sides of the hood. She also wears a scarf and four boots. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Steele (Balto), Antarctica Snowpaw (Penguins of Madagascar OC, that belongs to Aki-Hanna) Notes: - She joined along with Alaska the PAW Patrol.

- She lives with Alaska on the mountains with Jake.

- She has a crush on the Balto movie character Steele.

Rodrigo, a tri-colored Chihuahua OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Rodrigo Species: Dog (Chihuahua) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Tracking

Origin: Mexico Bio: He’s Tracker’s cousin, third grade from his father’s side, who used to live in Mexico. Tracker invited a few family members of him to get recruited and ten have come and to have it easier to choose the new members, he made a competition with various situations and Rodrigo was one of the two, who made it to win in everything. Quotes: - My nose won’t fail, when Rodrigo’s on the way!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is light brown colored. (It contains a grappling hook, a multi tool and a Swiss army knife, with all possible functions of an XLT army knife) Vehicle: His vehicle is a jeep similar to Tracker’s, but in brown. Uniform: He wears a brown safari shirt and a safari hat. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Feral cats like Tigers, Predators

Inspiration: Tracker, Papi (Beverly Hills Chihuahua) Notes: - Rodrigo is related with Tracker.

Juarez, a Pinscher OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Juarez Species: Dog (Pinscher) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Tracking

Origin: Mexico (Breed is German) Bio: Juarez used to live near the borders of Mexico and the USA. She heard from a few Chihuahuas about the competition of Tracker and she followed them and joined in and ended up in second place and able to join the PAW Patrol along with Rodrigo. Quotes: - Sunny or rainy, nothing can stop me!

- Ninguem para este chachorro! (Nothing stops this pup) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Her pup pack has the color green. (It contains a grappling hook, a multitool and a Swiss army knife, with all possible functions of an XLT army knife) Vehicle: Her vehicle is a jeep similar to Tracker’s, but has the military patterns on her vehicle. Uniform: She wears a green safari shirt and a safari hat. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Feral cats like Tigers, Predators

Inspiration: Tracker Notes: - It’s not much know about Juarez’ family or owners, only that she lived at the borders.

#paw patrol #old posts #fanfic #ecofinisherfanfics #ecofinisher

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jeanlei13 · 1 year

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Brook's Adventure in Adveland

In the island of Adveland where there is mountain to hike and and places for adventure. There is a boy named Brook, he is a Kiwis person who likes adventure, he is tough, good looking, and small. Brook decided to travel in the month of December in the year 1969, he always like to travel in a winter season. He only have his father in his side her mother died years ago.

“It is already December,” said Brook. I am happy that I could travel again in a cold weather. December 1, 1969 he decided to start his day, he packed all his things and said goodbye to his father before leaving. When brook started walking his father shouted in the distance and said, “son you forget your machete.” Brook always have his machete when he is having his adventure to protect him from danger in the forest. He went back to get it and replied to his father, “thanks papa I’ll continue my journey.” Brooks machete is so sharp and has a size of five inch in the handle and the body is seventeen inch long.

When Brook is all packed up and nothing to forgot he walks for almost twenty four miles to go to the port. When his on the port in the distance he saw some of his friends waiting for the boat. He’s friend saw him aswell and they wave to each other. Brook met Ace, Becky, and Jabez. Ace is tall, tough and not afraid to anything, he has a tattoo in his body and long hair. While Becky is so cute like a princess and her cheek is so chubby and has a height of 155cm, she is also kind. Jabez is the funny one and he likes to sing and he looks like a famous celebrity like Charlie Puth. Brook ask Ace where they are heading and Ace said, “ we have a trip to Adveland because we want to have an adventure.” Brook replied “ wow that’s great I’m also on that way for adventure.” Brook and his friends has a same trip that’s why they are on the port.

The boat came and they ride all together and Becky is thinking what if they let Brook to come along to them so they will have some fun and memories. Then Jabez said to Brook while they are on the boat, “hey brook do you mind if you join with us on this trip to Adveland.” Brook said, “I would be happy to accept that offer.” Brook and his friends is on the way to the island. Ace said to them “let’s have a rest and enjoy this trip because this is a three days trip before we arrive to the island.” They all agree and they have a rest and enjoy the trip before arriving in the island. The three days past by and they arrive in the island of Adveland. They are so happy in what they see because the place is so nice and its like a paradise and you can see from a far the mountain in the island. But they don’t know that in the every night in that island there are wild animals active and they are searching for foods to eat.

When they reach the island at 5 p.m., it is already getting dark and Jabez saw a good spot where they can set their tent.

Jabez: This is a good spot to stay at night.

Becky: That’s awesome we are near in the beach.

Ace: Guys, let’s set our tent because it’s getting dark.

Brook: I’ll go find some woods for us to have a bonfire.

Jabez: Brook, I’ll go with you it’s not safe to be alone.

Brook: I’m fine help Becky and Ace set our tent.

While they are all busy setting the tent and Brook decided to go alone to fine some woods for bonfire to keep them warm. It’s already night Brook is to far to their tent picking up some good woods. His friends is a bit worried because Brook is a way for a long time.

Becky: I’m worried about Brook is he alright?

Jabez: I should have forced myself to accompany him earlier.

Ace: Don’t worry guys I know Brook is safe, so let’s just wait.

When Brook got some good woods he go back to his friends ,but on his way he saw a sleeping bear in the back of the pine tree. He trembled a little and felt anxious, almost causing the woods to fall to the ground, but he made the choice to take a deep breath and go calmly as he passed the sleeping bear. But there are Wild wolves may be seen waiting for their meal in the distance after passing the sleeping bear. After passing by the bear, Brook made the decision to go as quickly as he could to their tent. He was running when he noticed the wolves were about to pursue him, so he yelled for assistance.

Brook: Help! Help! Wild wolves is after me.

Ace: I can hear Brook asking for assistance.

Jabez: I'll take his machete into our tent.

When they hear that Brooks was in danger, they acted right away. When Ace spotted Brook running off in the distance, he immediately moved forward, attempting to defend Brook from the wolves while clutching the machete. Three wolves are following Brook, but Ace killed the female wolf while failing to notice the other two, who then attacked him. Ace has a tiny cut on his right arm, and Brook has already started a fire on the porch. After returning to Ace, he has begun to direct the flames toward the wolves in an effort to get them to go. Because his father had taught him about wild creatures and how to protect himself, Brook was aware that this wolf was scared of the fire. Once the wild wolves have left, everyone is at peace, and Becky will apply a bandage to Ace.

Jabez: Brook and Ace, how are you doing?

Ace: I'm alright; the wound is only minor.

Brook: All good I just felt nervous earlier

Becky: Ace, I'll administer first aid to you and then apply a bandage.

Ace: Thanks Becky.

They set up a bonfire to keep them warm and to cook over, with Ace's bandage on and everything looking good in their surroundings. They gather in a circle in the center of their bonfire and converse while eating. Before the wolves pursued him, Brook tell what happened first.

Brook: Before the wolves came after me, I noticed a sleeping bear, and because I was so frightened, I nearly dropped the woods and woke the bear up.

Ace and Jabez laugh because they can imagine what Brook’s face have earlier. Because they make fun of Brook's experience, Becky is not amused.

Becky: Don't make fun of what happened to Brook earlier, guys.

Brook: I'm good, Becky, and I'll let them laugh. I get it. Sometimes, during life's challenges, we need to grin or laugh. Rather to staying depressed in such circumstances, we should instead choose to laugh and solve our problems. After Brook has finished narrating the tale, they return to their tent to rest and enjoy the night, despite the difficulties they encounter.

Early in the morning, Brook made the decision to prepare breakfast for his pals. He went to the tent to rouse up his pals so they could all eat breakfast together when it was time for breakfast and they were still dozing off.

Brook: Wake up guys it’s already 5am in the morning!

Becky: Good morning Brook.

Ace: Ugh(while stretching his arm up) it’s to early to wake up.

Jabez is so energetic that morning and said to them.

Jabez: Okay folks, Brook made the breakfast, so let's all get up and eat since we're going on a trek today.

Brook: Yes, that is correct; we shall climb the peak on this island.

After finishing their meal, they got everything packed and started walking because they were prepared for the hike. The mountain is only 13 miles from the beach, and once they've climbed it, a boat is waiting for them so they may continue living on the island. After an hour and a half, they arrive at the mountain, where they must rest and hydrate before continuing.

Becky: Let’s rest for a bit I’m tired.

Jabez. Me too. (he breath to fast)

Ace: Jabez, take this bottle of water I have here.

Jabez: Thanks Ace.

Brook: The boats are waiting for us to leave the island once we have climbed the mountain, so we may return home.

They take a rest before beginning their mountain hike. They must be careful because the path is so narrow and they could fall. Because Becky stepped on moist grass and his feet slipped, he is going to fall. Becky cried as he nearly fell, but Brook caught him and helped Becky.

Becky: Ughh!

Brook: I got you don’t worry

Ace: Hold my hand Brook I’ll help you out.

Jabez, who was the first to claim the mountain, is unaware of what is going on behind him since, upon reaching the summit, he was struck by the beauty of the island and the boat that was waiting for them.

Becky: Thanks to both of you

Ace/Brook: No worries

Jabez: Guys come on I already sight our boat.

They hurry up climbing the mountain because they have already reached the summit and can see the boat, and they are happy to be able to return home. A few minutes later, they are close to the boat, so they sprint while grinning. They immediately board the boat once they get there because they want to return home. Despite the difficulties they face on their voyage, they enjoy themselves. Brook feels happy that both his pals and himself are secure. He told his father what happened on his journey when he arrived home. Brook's father is proud of his son's progress while yet being frightened and laughing. Have fun on this adventure, Brook. Every circumstance we encounter requires us to maintain composure and consider effective solutions.

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