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cherry-leclerc · 8 months

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certain way in stages ☆ cl16

genre: childhood friends to lovers, yearning, humor, slow-burnish

word count: 10.5k

Being in love is bittersweet at times. You and Charles both lived proof of that. It’s been a long time coming.

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Growing up, you always wished for the most perfect meet-cute a girl could ever experience. For instance, you dreamt of a grumpy millionaire suddenly having a soft spot and falling for your undeniable charm. Or perhaps you would fall in love with the boy from your nearest ice cream parlor, who would always give you an extra scoop just because, though both of you would know that wouldn’t be the case.

As you grew older, you came to terms that stuff like that didn’t really exist. You weren’t living in a romcom. You weren’t living in your favorite love story. Over and over, you would remind yourself that it was fine and you can make do, but just the tiniest piece of you still wondered.

“Darling, true love does exist. I can reassure you." Pascale comforted you as you sat in front of her. It was summer, she was braiding your hair, you were eating ice cream out of a carton, and you just went through your first heartbreak. All of this made it pretty hard to believe.

“I’m sure it does, but I suppose it’s just not for me,” you mumble with watery eyes, bringing your knees to your chest and rest your chin atop.

Pascale lets out a sad hum as she ties your hair. As you turn to look at her, she pats on the couch signaling you to take a seat next to her.

“Listen,” she starts as she grabs your hands gently. “Heartbreak isn’t nice, believe me, I know.” Suddenly, you feel like the biggest jerk in the world. How could you ever compare your silly little grief with someone who has lost the love of their life? You’re about to apologize before she presses on your hand. “Like I said, it isn’t pretty. Things like this make you feel as if it’s the end of the world - God - you almost wish it was… but there’s always more out there. Something that will shift your entire world on its axis if it hasn’t already, and you will love and enjoy it so much that it will overpower any type of pain you have ever endured.”

“What if I’m not lucky enough to have that? Who could ever want someone like me?” you whisper. You hated to make it all about yourself, but things like this always kept you up, in a way you wish it wouldn’t.

“Anyone would be lucky to have you.” She brings you in for a hug and you wish you believed her words the way they flowed. “You just have to allow yourself to get to know what you need, not just what you want.”

“Trust me, I thought Noah was all I needed…”

Pascale brings up her hands to her temples, gently massaging, watercolor eyes narrowed down on you. “No, no, no. He never deserved a pretty little flower like you.”

“Maybe…” You chew on your bottom lip, slightly flinching at her stare. “Yeah. I know.”

Both of you end up curling up on the couch, gossiping about all the latest surrounding the small Monaco streets. She's getting real riled up when Charles walks in.

“I’m back!” He takes his jacket off. Once he makes his way over to Pascale, he notices you. Giving her a kiss, his eyes shift. “Lapine, what are you doing here?”

You glare. “Can’t a girl just come over to see their best friend?” Popping some kettle corn into your mouth, you continue. “When I saw you weren’t home I came to talk to your mom.”

He frowns a bit. “Sorry, I thought you knew I wasn’t going to be around. Remember it was my an-”

Immediately, you jump off the couch. “Your anniversary!” Guilt eats you up. How could you have forgotten? “No, Charles, I should be the one apologizing. Crap, I forgot.”

He smiles at your current state. “It’s alright, it went well either way…” The Monegasque shoots an eyebrow up before winking, well, his own attempt at it. You pretend to throw up at the same time Pascale makes a run for her room.

The brunette and you both plop onto the warm couch. He quickly grabs a handful of your snack before he gobbling it down. Snatching the bowl from him, you hold it close against your chest. “This is my popcorn,” you greedily say. His hand reaches out for more which you swiftly swat away.

“Hey!”

“Hey you! I told you this is mine.”

He furrows his brows. “You were just sharing some with my mom!”

“You said it. With Pascale. Not Charles.”

The green eyed boy lets out a huff. “Okay. Do you want to talk about it?” Your vision gets blurry before you even have a chance to pretend you were totally fine, but you’re not. Not even a little. If anyone could tell it would always be him.

“It’s Noah.” You look away because it’s only a matter of time before Charles’ judgy face makes an appearance. You always knew he never liked him, but now was not the time for that reminder. “Nevermind.”

Shifting his body to face you Charles says, “You know I’m always here for you. You can tell me anything.”

Your chin begins to wobble and all the sensitivity in the world is beginning to catch up with you.

Sobbing you begin. “I wish I could tell you where it all went wrong, but God I wish I knew myself.” Your shoulders shake up and down by how hard you’re crying. “I don’t know what I did! I mean I never did anything wrong, but Charles the way he looked at me made me feel as if I did! I’ve never felt so…so…dirty.”

First thing Charles thinks is how much he wants to go pay Noah a nice little visit and second is how much it hurts him to see you like this. He’d pay an endless amount of sum if that meant you would go back to your natural, cheery self.

So, with sobs echoing through his family home, he grabs your hands. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Staring back at him with glassy eyes, you let out a wet laugh. Slowly, you start to cackle. Charles finds himself wondering if you’ve gone mad.

“Yes I did. I just know I did,” you press as you wheeze, fresh tears pouring out. “Like everything else around me, I just had to go out and ruin things. God, I feel so pathetic.” Pulling your hands away, you stand up and begin to pace the room back and forth. “If I had just been enough for him then maybe Noah would have chosen me and not her. I mean how could I blame him? I would choose her too.”

Charles instantly stands up and grabs your shoulders. “Listen,” he says as you stare down at the floor. “Lapine.” You dig your nails into the palm of your hands as you lift your attention to him. “You did absolutely nothing wrong.”

You roll your eyes. “Are you a broken record or something? You already said that.”

“No, you must be the broken record here by the way you keep blaming yourself when I know you’re smart enough to decipher that none of this is your fault. He’s a fucking dick.” Like always, when you’re losing your mind, Charles is always there for you in a way you're almost embarrassed to say no one else is.

Wearing a weak smile, you go in and hug him. “I just wish for once I was someone’s first choice,” you mumble into his chest.

God, Charles thinks to himself. If only you knew you were mine.

“She’s so sweet, so lovely!” Pascale squeals as she makes her way into the kitchen with a handful of daisies tied together with a sad looking ribbon.

Charles and Arthur are cleaning their helmet visors as they munch on crackers. “Maman, you’re dropping dirt everywhere,” Charles states as he stares at the now dirty tiles.

“Well if we’re playing that game, then there’s crumbs everywhere.”

The Monegasque shuts up right away.

Later on that same day, he decides to go on a bike ride. He’d just gotten one for his 8th birthday that he was dying to brag out. Running out the door, Pascale warns him: “Only around the neighborhood, Cha!”

“Oui!”

Just as he was tying his shoelaces, he spots a girl around his age walking up to him. She’s so pretty, he remembers thinking.

“Hi!” you chirp as your right arm remains behind your back. “I’m new around here. Just moved to the house next door.” You sheepishly point to the cream-ish house that sits next to his.

“Nice.”

You squint your eyes at slightly before kicking the dirt surrounding your Mary Janes. Your arm makes an appearance with the same daisies he remembers his mom adding into a flower vase. “These are for you! I hope you like them.”

He reaches out to accept before dropping them next to his helmet. Your stomach churns.

“You don’t like them?” Your pretty little eyes begin to well up. He quickly panics, hurriedly getting on his knees to pick up the wilted flowers.

“What? Of course I do!” he yelps as he brings them up to his nose to take a whiff. “Smells good too!”

A few tears roll down your cheeks as you begin to walk away. “It’s fine. Keep them. Throw them. I don’t care.”

He bolts after you before grabbing your hand. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I never meant to make you cry!”

Wiping your warm tears away, you looked down at your locked hands. He lets go.

“Take me on a bike ride and I might just forgive you,” you challenge.

So he did. That same day he crashed it when your hair flew into his face and didn’t let him see where he was steering, and while he might have cried a bit, he didn’t really care. Because that was the day he met his best friend.

Charles fell in love with you when you were both seventeen. Maybe a bit later than expected but it was as sweet as it could get.

“She so likes you,” Arthur tells him one day over a round of video games. Charles quickly pauses the game before turning to his younger brother.

“You really think so?”

Lorenzo, who was sitting nearby reading his book, perks up. “It’s as clear as daylight. You guys are meant for eachother.”

Charles was on a sudden high; I mean if everyone else saw it, it just had to be true. Without finishing a second thought, he dashed up the flight stairs so fast that he almost face planted a couple of times. Rapidly, he runs to his window where he knows he would find you sitting in your room.

Laying on your bed with your legs kicked up against the wall, he could tell you were on a phone call.

Psst, he hissed as he tried to catch your attention. You look around your room confused. I’m right here, he speaks up as he dangles a bit over his open window. Sweetly, you excuse yourself, hanging up, and making your way over.

“What’s up?”

All of a sudden, he doesn’t know what else to say. Bright eyes stare back at him and his heart thuds loudly, hands nervously sweat. “Uhhh…”

Weirded out, you walk to your closet and grab your shoes. “Wanna go for some ice cream?”

Like always, you both met outside as you began to walk to the nearest ice cream parlor. “What flavor are you getting?” you asked as you twiddled with the ring he had gifted you for your fifteenth birthday.

“Strawberry. You?”

“Not sure.” You curiously squint at the nearby tourists.

Walking in, Charles orders his own cone as you stroll around trying to decide. “Lemon? No. Sherbert? Ah, gross…” He takes a seat while you mumble to yourself. “Um, what about-”

“Rocky Road?” a voice recommends. Both you and Charles look up and find a tall looking boy with shaggy hair. Your heart quickens as you begin to blush. “Rocky Road sounds good, I’ll take one.”

Charles felt his stomach churn with an unfamiliar feeling. Jealousy. He rises up, sourly making his way. “She doesn’t like chocolate.”

With a cold stare, you scowl towards the Monegasque. “I actually love chocolate.” Hastily, you turn your attention back, beaming kindly. “Strawberry and chocolate, please.”

As you both sit on the benches outside, you hum quietly. “Would you mind telling my mom I’ll be home for dinner on time?”

It was still early when you asked, so he pondered on why you wouldn’t just be walking home with him. “Can’t you tell her yourself?” He knows he’s being rude - and there was truly no reason for that - but he felt bitter. He knew why.

“Charlie. Please. You know Theo asked me out to go watch a movie with him at the drive- in!” The way your eyes glimmered and glistened had him wishing they were shining like that for him and not Theo from the ice cream shop.

“Fine.”

Walking back home, he felt like the same wilted flowers you had gifted him when you were both younger. The brunette kicks a mountain of rock, flinching.

If I had just asked her out sooner. Late. Late. Late. Always too late.

It's been a few months now since your break up and you were feeling better. You don’t even remember why you even loved Noah in the first place. Realizing he never really cared enough to try was a tough pill to swallow, but you managed to dig yourself out the hole.

Twirling around in your heels, you walk up and down the hallway, presenting yourself with an awful catwalk. “How do I look?” Steady hands grip your hips as you lean playfully and blow a kiss.

“Beautiful!” Pascale squeals, clapping.

“Lovely,” Lorenzo follows up.

“You clean up nice, I suppose,” Arthur jokes with two thumbs up. You throw a quick scowl in his direction.

“I wish I could bring you guys along, but sadly I only got a plus one.” Tonight you would be receiving your diploma for graduating Uni, all before the actual graduation that would later follow up in a few weeks. You had decided to string Charles along since he was one of the main reasons you were even here, in this very moment. Endlessly, he would always quiz you with flashcards you would prepare.

“Nitrogen!” you yell out as you hold onto the edge of your seat. It’s been a long day and you were staring to lose it.

“Wrong. Try again.”

“Iodine!”

“We’re going over history, what does any of this have to do with the elements?” He laughs, laying the cards onto the coffee table. “You could use a break.”

With a stubborn frown, you roll over. “Taking a break won’t help. I have to keep going.” Charles studies you a bit before standing up. “Where are you going?” you interrogate, peeping an eye open.

“Why don’t we go for a swim?” he proposes.

“Oh. No. God no. I have to study.” Swiftly, your hands shoot out for the index cards.

This leads for your best friend to grab onto your legs, tugging you off the couch. You squirm, trying to hold on to the nearest pillows. “No!”

For a while, you both continue this little dance, though as you slip his grip, he ends up tugging your socks off. Charles lets out a groan as his back hits the cold floor.

Speedy, you jump off the couch. “On second thought, a swim sounds nice!”

It’s been 20 minutes of waiting and though you weren’t late for your event quite yet, you knew you had to get going. “I think I should call a cab now...” You sigh and grab your purse.

“That boy, when I get my hands on him-” Pascale doesn’t have a chance to finish her sentence before Charles casually walks in through the door. His eyes glint when he sees you standing like a doll.

“Woah. You look beautiful." The Monegasque tints pink but you only roll your eyes. Annoyed is an understatement.

“Good to hear,” you spit out. “Anyway, I should get going.”

“Date?” Charles dares question and you try not to explode in front of his family.

Turning around slowly, your hands still remain wrapped around the knob. “Yes, Charles. A date. Just me and my diploma, going on a date.”

His face goes completely pale. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Charles harshly rubs his hands over his eyes, clearly stressed out. “I’m sorry! I was out with Charlotte, I must have lost track of time.”

Looking over at his brothers and Pascale, you decide to hide your embarrassment with a shy smile. “No worries. I get it.” You were telling the truth; you did understand. Just the fact that he forgot is what hurt. He knew this was important to you. How hard you worked for this and how the only person you wanted to share this moment with was him.

With a slight wince, he excuses himself to go change. “Don’t bother,” you yell out after him. Standing on the wooden steps, he turns to see you and he could tell he's ruined it. He messed up. You couldn’t help your eyes filling up with tears and he couldn’t help but notice them. You lamely shrug your shoulders. “Lorenzo, I mean you always dress up pretty fancy,” you point out. “You seem ready. Would you mind accompanying me?”

“Of course,” he says, a trace of hesitance evident when he reaches to grab his jacket and car keys.

As the Monegasque watches Lorenzo and you drive off, he can’t help but feel angry at himself.

“It’s always her!” Charlotte yells out as Charles rests his head against the wall. This was slowly becoming a routine.

“You know it’s not like that,” he justifies.

“Oh please, do us all a favor and tell us how it is."

“I messed up,” he admits. Pascale and him had settled into a road silence, overlooking her garden.

“Yes. You did.”

Quietly, Charlotte crouches down next to Charles. “Hey,” she starts, pain lacing through her voice. “Look we’ve had a nice run, but maybe it’s time we just stop pretending that it was always going to be me.”

Charles weakly apologizes by making you a plate of pasta.

“Mmm,” you hum. “Crunchy.”

He smiles a toothy grin as he claps his hands, slightly startling you. “Crunchy is good!” As soon as you make a face and scrunch your nose, his smile fades away.

“Not your best work, C.” A shy smile escapes. Charles groans as he throws his head back, chair tipping over. A loud smack follows.

“Holy shit!” you screech, jumping off your seat. With a dizzy look, he rubs his head before mumbling with a low, I’m fine. You help him to his room where he throws himself on his bed with a thud. “Don’t you dare fall asleep.”

His eyes shoot open with alert, jumping off the bed. “Let’s go for a drive.”

The late night ride is always peaceful; you both don’t really have many moments like those. Sharing a bag of chips, you both enjoy the view from his Pista. It’s always been this place ever since you both discovered what you like to call, The Nicest Place In All of Monaco.

“Truth or Dare?”

The young driver should know better than to fall for your little games but he still finds himself playing, “Truth.”

You close your eyes and tap your chin. “Oh! Have you ever hooked up with a fan?” Curiosity always gets the best of you, you can’t deny it.

His face scrunches up with disgust. “I’m not talking about this with you.” A deep frown forms, pinching his forearm.

“That’s not fair, you already said Truth, so Truth it shall be.”

He squints his eyes watercolor eyes. “Says who?”

“Says me! Now spill.”

The brunette grows weirdly quiet for a nanosecond. “Yes.” When your eyes go wide with excitement he knows he should stop this before it goes on any further. “Only once, okay? No more questions.”

Theatrically zipping your lips, he chuckles and returns the question. “Dare.” He narrows his eyes and you get a queasy feeling. “Take it back. Truth.”

His mouth drops open, screeching how you couldn’t change your choice. “It wouldn’t be fair!” he tries to reason with you.

“Says who?”

“Me! I say so!”

“Bullshit. I said Truth.”

“Fine. Have you ever been in love?”

Suddenly, it feels like you're eating cardboard. Swallowing, you make a duh movement. “Yes. Of course. Noah.”

“You know that doesn’t count.”

Looking out the window, you know what he said was true. You once thought you loved Noah, but you never truly did - it was almost all an illusion.

“You’re right. It wasn’t love that I felt for him, but I’ve been in love with someone else.”

Charles wants to press you on it. Who is it? Since when? His name, age, address? Do you still think about them from time to time? But he knows you better than anyone, and as expected, you cut the game short, just as quick as it started.

“I’ll drive,” you murmur, cllimbing out of the passenger's seat.

Theo ended up moving to Boston for college, and while you were a bit bummed out, you didn’t really care too much. It was nice while it lasted.

On the other hand, Charles felt as if this was a sign from the universe. You were both eighteen now; he could make big boy moves if he wanted to.

The Monegasque takes you karting with him one day since you’ve been begging him for so long. He even helps you with your helmet as your adorably work on slipping your gloves on. “Should I cover you with bubble wrap?” he mumbles.

“I think I’ll be okay.”

“You think?” he shrieks, immediately taking the helmet off. “If you think you’ll be fine then why are we even here?”

“Dick. You know I’ll be fine!” Grabbing the helmet, you throw it over your head once more. As you both walk over to your karts, you eagerly wave over to your parents who are busy conversing with Pascale. Your mom blows a kiss as Pascale sends you two thumbs up.

The drive was as good as it could get.

“You suck!” Charles exclaims as soon as he jumps out of his kart. Like a lost puppy, follow after him with a confused look.

“What do you mean? I’m basically a pro!”

Charles sharply turns, causing you as you take a step back. “Pros don’t crash in every corner and cutely follow up with a slight 'oops’.” Arthur snickers.

Arms cross over your chest, breathing out. “You think I’m cute?” The brunette awkwardly begins to blush.

“Wha-what? I think you must’ve banged your head against the wheel too many times.”

You let out a soft laugh, spoking your tongue out. “Calm down, I was just kidding.” As he watches you walk away, Charles couldn’t help but kick himself because this would’ve been the perfect opportunity to let you know just how much you take over his mind. Just seeing you attempting to learn his favorite sport had him filled with pride and affection towards you. Sure, it was quickly replaced with him being worried every time you would crash, but that’s besides the point.

“So stupid,” he mumbles to himself, drooped shoulders, pinched eyebrows, making his way towards you and his family.

“Have you thought about it?” Charles questions where you sit on his bed while he packs his suitcase. It had been a while since he had brought up the idea for you to go with him to the Canada GP, and you were still with no answer.

“I’m not sure.”

“Why not?”

“I never directly said no.”

“Yet you haven’t said yes either.”

Biting down on your lip, you balance out your options. Either you can stay here and sulk your summer away while Charles is out traveling and having fun or you tag along and join him and his crowded schedule.

“I promise I’ll get you your dream stack of pancakes with authentic maple,” he tries bribing you. And damn it, it worked.

“You've got yourself a deal.”

Chomping on your warm pancakes, you scroll through your phone as you giggle at the following Twitter thread. You giggle so hard you choke. Carlos and Charles walk in with their suits around their waist.

“Dios mío, are you okay?” Carlos checks up on you, handing his water bottle with the obnoxiously long straw. You take a sip before handing it back to him.

“I’m fine, but look.” You gesture towards your screen. Once he sees it, he looks between your phone and his teammate.

“Identical.”

The Monegasque chirps a quick; “What is it?” You hand your phone over to him as you continue slicing pieces. Carlos discretely steals a bite.

“What the fuck? I don’t even look like him,” he mumble between him and the pictures on your screen.

“His name is Lightning McQueen,” you object as you lean against your chair. The Monegasque huffs out, continuing his scrolling through people's tweets and how everyone seemed to believe they might as well be the same thing.

Carlos lets out a snort as he bumps his shoulder against yours. “Look, his face is even turning as red as the little car!” You both laugh loudly, Charles frowning. Standing up, you brush your hands against your jeans as you excuse yourself to the restroom.

Sitting down in original seat, your best friend chews up a few bites that lingered on your plate.

“Does she know?” He stops chewing.

“Knows what?” he muffles, cheeks full with bread.

“That you loveee herrr,” Carlos teases in a sing-songy voice. He immediately starts to choke. The Spaniard hands him his water bottle and he quickly downs it.

With a slightly raw voice he says, “I don’t love her. Not the way you’re thinking, at least.”

“Tell that to someone who will actually believe you.”

“Is it that obvious?” Carlos nods. “Shit.” He begins to get nervous, rubbing his hands against his face. Brown locks grows tangled when he desperately runs through it.

“Don’t worry,” the Ferrari driver tries to ease him. “She doesn’t even know it.” When Charles looks at him confused, he continues. “I mean everyone else seems to see it but her. You’re fine. Have you told her though?”

“No.”

“And what is it that you’re waiting for? I mean you’re a single man longing for the girl next door. If anything, you both should be married by now.”

“Believe me; I’ve tried three times already.”

“So, what happened?”

“Well, the first two times I kind of missed my opportunities for being too naive,” he starts before pondering.

The Spaniard holds up two fingers. “What happened the third?”

“What didn’t happen the third?”

Proud was an understatement. He had worked hard and people were truly beginning to see his full potential. It's well deserved.

Running up to him, you embrace him in a tight hug. “Congrats!” A smile presses against his firm chest. Pulling away, he grins, eyes crinkling.

“Thank you. I almost can’t even believe it myself,” he admits, walking slowly down the busy paddock. Though he was wearing his Alfa Romeo suit, you both knew it wouldn’t be long before that changed.

“Driving for Scuderia Ferrari in your early twenties is a huge deal, quit acting humble.” Walking up to his car, you both enjoy each others company on the way to the hotel. Once you walk into his room, you both plop onto the bed, exhausted. The day had been long, filled with interviews and meetings and wonderful fans, and he could never say he didn’t love his job, but it was tough keeping up.

That night, you both go to the club with a few drivers from the grid to celebrate Charles’ new contract. Swaying your hips, you stand on top of a table.

“Get down before you break your neck,” Charles yells over the music blaring through the club.

“No fun,” you sourly say as you poke your tongue out at him. Taking a sip from your drink, which Charles has been taking care of for you, glossy eyes roam the club. Lando leans against the wall nearby where he is attempting to grab a girl's number. A moment passes by before his watercolor eyes double in size. He excuses himself, making his way over. “What happened?”

“She turned out to be forty-five.” The Brit groans and hides his face in embarrassment. Throwing your head back laughing, you clutch onto Charles' arm.

“Stick to girls you know you actually have a chance with,” the Monegasque voices, taking a sip of his drink, smirk dancing through. Lando rolls his eyes.

“Same to you."

The Monegasque silently thanks the universe that you’re too busy talking to George now to even notice. But for once in his life he thought; fuck it.

Excusing himself, he grabs your hands, leading you away with no excuse. If this went south, and they all witnessed it, he would never live it down.

“I need to tell you something!”

You scrunch your face like a piece of paper, cupping your hands like a microphone over your mouth. “What?” Nervously, he grabs your hands, and bewildered, you stare back.

“I love you.”

You stand there, but when you don’t seem shocked, butterflies erupt inside his stomach. Well, what now? “Ah, Charles, you know I love you too,” you yell as you make a duh movement. Frantically, all his confidence begins to slip away - you don’t get it.

“No,” he says, “I love love you. I think about you all the time. Sometimes all I can think is how I would give up my entire career just to be with you, even for a second. Do you know how crazy I feel for even considering something like that?” he rambles. “I mean, I’ve worked so hard for this, and trust me I love it, but not as much I love you. You’re my only option in this life. In the next. In every lifetime; it’s so clear that it will and has always been you.”

Chewing on your lip, you glance around the club to see bodies dancing. Though the room is packed and filled with people kissing and grinding on each other and taking body shots, in too many sinful ways, it just feels like it's just you two at that moment.

He gulps. “Will you go out with me?” There. He said it, and surprisingly, he felt good.

“Charles…” you begin as you try to find the right words. “God, um… We’ve been best friends for so long…” You trail off as his eyes look back in despair for you to continue. “You’re my best friend and this…I mean it wouldn’t feel right.”

Dropping your hands, he swore he felt your words punch him where it hurt the most. Like a mother trying to calm down their child at a candy store, you wrap your delicate hand over his wrist. “I just wouldn’t want anything to change between us,” you try to explain as he nods his head with a tight lipped smile, not even his dimples popped out.

“No worries, I get it. I wouldn’t want things to change between us either.”

With two hands over his head Carlos screeches out: “It happened that night? No wonder you were both awkward the rest of the party.” He remembers now, the way you both kept a careful distance as if you each had some kind of rare disease.

Nodding, Charles shrugs and takes the last bite. “After that we just continued as if nothing had happened and a few months later, I met Charlotte.” His teammate looks at him in pity but still nods. He’s about to comfort his sulky teammate, but holds back as he catches a glimpse of you walking towards them.

Noticeably, a frown maps itself onto your lips. “Where’s my pancake?” You're pissed; darting between the two Ferrari drivers.

Charles finished it!

Carlos!

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “You owe me a plate.”

After his two prior failed attempts as a teenager, Charles never really went on to make any more moves. He didn’t want to tarnish your friendship for some silly confession that is probably only one-sided. Also, he was starting to get busier in his Formula 2 career.

With tears springing out of your eyes you whine. “I’m going to miss you.” You blow your snotty nose with a nearby Kleenex.

Slowly, he pats your hand, friendly. “I’ll be coming back home any chance I get, y’know that. Can’t stay away too long from you,” he teases. Innocently, of course. You giggle, brushing your rats nest far away from blotchy face. “You look like a bunny when you cry.”

Shriek, you run over to the mirror. Your lips and eyes are swollen, lashes wet, your nose is painted red, cheeks maroon: you looked bloody crazy. I look awful!

He lets out a chuckle. “That’s crazy talk. You’re one of the most beautiful girls in this world, if not the most.”

The compliment is thrown at you to make you feel better, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart beating against your chest in a way you’ve never felt before.

The day Charles left, you missed him a scary amount. The two were always finding things to do, typical, Don’t do it and I’m going to do it duo. You found yourself countless times reaching for your phone, so much so, that you began to consider entering yourself into a mental institution. To get your mind off things, you decided to go on a run.

Monaco was a beautiful place to live in and you had always appreciated that, but as you lightly jogged you noticed that it didn’t carry the same color it did as before. Somehow, it had become a bit dull, something that you would never say out loud, because how is that possible?

Your phone buzzes against your hand as you pick up without seeing who it is. “Hello?”

“Hey.”

And just like that, just by hearing his voice, everything became vibrant again. In a single moment like this you knew. You were in love.

Knocking on the bathroom door, Charles presses his ear against the cold wood. “Can you please hurry?” A fist bangs back as a warning; he flinches.

“Give me a second!” Frustration is evident in your voice as he hears a commotion that is beginning to cause concern.

“I wouldn’t pressure her if I were you,” Pierre shares from the other side of the room. Kika, who is sitting right next to him, displays a pleased smile as she nods in agreement.

“I’m about to piss myself!” The brunette shrieks, letting out a small dance. The Frechman lets out a loud snort.

“Wow. Use those dance moves at the Gala!” He sends a death glare and he flips him off. Just then, the door swings open and you walk out wearing a gold dress, hands reaching behind your back. He stops breathing for a second.

“Can someone zip me up?” Hurriedly, his long legs rush over. “Not you. You go pee.”

Kika and you giggle as you sip on champagne, both of you try to take it easy as it is a fancy event but you were buzzing. “Can you believe we’re casually drinking $7,000 champagne?”

Kika squeals, swallowing the rest of the gold liquid, signaling for the bartender. “I know! It's almost embarrassing because how am I supposed to know when to stop?"

Behind you both, Pierre says, “How about now?” The two of you gasp, attempting to hide the glass behind your back when you turn face them.

“What are you talking about? It's only been two,” Kika squeaks, pointing at her squeaky clean glass. Charles eyes you suspiciously; you gulp. Marching over, he levels down to your height before gazing a little too hard. You want to look away, but you know that would only make him grow more skeptical.

“Are we interrupting something?” Pierre whispers to his girlfriend who shushes him.

His green eyes start to get you so dizzy, you want to tap out. “How many did you drink?” he demands. Shutting your right eye, you look up at the ceiling before counting on your fingers. 1, 2, 3….8, 9….

“Ten!” You visibly wince at his booming tone. “What the fuck are you doing here drinking ten goddamn glasses of champagne?” Your facade seems to slip as you cover his mouth with your hand.

“Charles, try it before you go all crazy on me,” you mumble your words and drunkenly throw a hand over his broad shoulder. “You know what,” you propose, slightly slurring your words. “I’ll even take one with you!” Clumsily raising your hand, he quickly yanks it back down, fumbling against you.

“No. I think you’ve had enough.”

At the same moment, Fred makes his way over to your small group, flashing a warm smile. Straightaway, you try to regain your lack of composure. The older man winks, then shakes your hand.

“Charles, so nice of you to bring your girlfriend.”

“Oh- she’s not…She’s not my girlfriend,” Charles stutters. “She’s my best friend from back home, remember?”

The older man nods. “Right! Age is getting the best out of me.” He theatrically taps his head for emphasis. You grin, too afraid to speak. "Anyways, how are you honey?” You smile and nod, digging your nail into the palm of your hand. He quirked an eyebrow. “Easy flight over here?” he tries. You repeat the same actions and throw in two thumbs up.

Too many drinks? Charles nods, protective arm wrapped around your waist, trying to balance you.

“I was just trying to get to sixteen!”

“Sixteen?”

From a certain perspective, you regretted ever feigning indifference when it came to your feelings for Charles. Part of you wishes you had admitted it yourself. Yes, I swear I love you more than a friend, too. You realized this all too late.

“...and her name is Charlotte,” he tells you, eyes glowing. You hated it. You hated knowing that it could’ve been you he was gushing about and there was truly no one to blame but yourself, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Being friends with Charles was all you’ve ever known. Never would you risk losing something as important as that.

“Wow. She sounds great.” A sincere smile plays out, and yes, she did sound amazing. She was everything you ever swore to be.

A pleased smile makes its way through as he grabs his phone and starts texting. So, that’s what life became. He would try to discreetly shoot sneaky messages or make phone calls any time you two would hang out together, but the feeling kept growing rapidly, that you just felt you were interfering; so slowly, you grew apart.

“His name is Noah,” you beam a few months later, drying a stack of dishes. Over the phone, he raises a brow, comedically.

“I’m happy for you,” he complies, nevertheless. Behind, you could distinctively hear her calling his name and you almost let out a snicker from how fast he begins to shut off his stimulator. “Got to go, mate. Having dinner out tonight.” Then, the line run cold.

Ha. Mate.

He should’ve known to never listen to Pierre.

“All I’m saying, mate, is that you only live once and you should just stop acting whipped and do something about it.” Pierre takes a swing of beer before he gaws at the bottle. “Fuck,” he lets out. “Germans just know how to do it.”

Everyone around shakes their head in warning. “No,” Max begins. “Whatever you’re thinking, just no. Matter of fact; don’t even think at all.”

“That should be pretty easy,” Lando mutters from the nearby couch where he was supposedly taking a nap. The Frenchman kindly flips him off.

Charles lets out a breath, before claiming his seat next to Alex. “Seriously guys, think.” The group gathered around more than two hours, compiling possible ideas for him to follow in order to confess his undying love for you - again.

“To be honest, I would’ve given up,” Yuki admits. Concerned, the Monegasque grows quiet. Should I?

Pierre fiercely makes a fiasco to gain his attention once more. “Don’t listen to him!” Once all eyes circle back to him, he paces the room with his no-good thinking face.

“Well, if it helps, maybe you could-”

“Got it!” Pierres shrieks, rapidly clearing the coffee table. Glass shatters.

“Dude,” Lewis groans as he stares at the mess now made in his suite.

“Sorry.” Everyone rolls their eyes at his unnecessary childlike behavior, but not Charles. “Just a thought, what if we play a little round of Cupid?” Groans erupt, but the green eyed boy seems rather intrigued.

“What were you thinking?” Fingers play with his rings.

“First of all; how bad do you want it?”

“Pierre, she’s not a fucking object.”

“Of course not! Let me rephrase…” He runs a large hand over his mouth. “What are you willing to do in order to get the girl of your dreams?” The whole room cringes.

“I would do just about anything.”

The first phase began with Lando.

“Alright, so all you have to do is get to know her,” Pierre schemes, scribbling down on a piece of napkin.

The Brit blushes, then runs a hand through his curls. “Isn’t that Charles’ job?” he croaks.

“All I’m asking for you to do is to get some insight on stuff she likes. Y’know…hobbies and shit like that. You don't have to kiss her, dimwit."

“Got it.”

The following day, he finds you walking through the paddock, exchanging a string of hello's with almost everyone, it seems. Seeing that it was barely Wednesday, it wasn’t busy at all. He jogs up to you. “Hey.”

Throwing a hand over your heart, you jump up in surprise. The Brit grins, apologizes, then you a waffle. Beaming happily, you thank him, greedily stuffing your cheeks full.

“Boy, I sure hope I have some time to golf before the race…”

“I'm sure you will.” More bites.

“Sweet! So you love to golf?” he questions, hands fixing his backwards hat. You shake your head.

“God, no. I’m more of a tennis girl.” As soon as you spot Ferrari's motorhome, you share a quick hug and make your way.

She fucks with tennis, he texts Pierre. Boom. Done.

Next, went Alex.

“You have to make him look like the shit,” the Frenchman tries to explain as Alex sits there with a bored expression.

“Charles, just be upfront with her. It’ll work trust me,” he shares as the Ferrari boy nods hesitantly. Yeah, maybe-

“Can anyone just follow instructions?”

Lily got involved the moment her boyfriend mentioned the shitty plan.

“Oh, this is so cute!” she screeches, dragging him closer by Williams shirt. “I want in.”

Walking hand in hand, they make their way to you as you sit with Lando, who for some reason, keeps questioning you on every little thing.

“...what about tacos?”

Desperate, you wave over at the couple. “Falls right in the palm of our hand,” Lily whispers excitedly, already yanks her boyfriend towards your direction. The Brit immediately excuses himself once they take a seat.

“Thank God,” you exhale, expert hand flying up to tie your hair. Pushing a few loose strands behind your ears you say, “I love him, I do, but the boy has been driving me crazy.”

“Preach that sister,” Alex shoots as he throws an arm over Lily. Under the table, she quickly pinches him. He yelps and scoots away. “Speaking of someone who drives me absolutely crazy, yeah, uh, Charles!” Raising an eyebrow, you stare back confused.

Lily coughs awkwardly, then pats her lap. “Yeah, I mean I was just telling Alex just how sweet Charles seems.” She turns her attention to him as he quickly nods. Super sweet lad, he exclaims. “It’s just…he’s so young and handsome, might I add, so I’m just a tad bit surprised no one has snatched him up already.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, wary eyes blink back at them. “Trouble in paradise?” Eyes wide, they both shriek a quick: No! “Good." You smile, standing up and gathering your stuff. “Take care guys!” you yell out.

“Bloody handsome, I tell you!” Alex makes one last attempt as you throw your head back in laughter. His girlfriend stomps her foot in frustration.

“We fucking suck at this.”

I’m sure she thinks Lily is interested in Leclerc.

Alex clicks send.

“You guys are probably wondering who’s next?”

“We’re not-”

“Well, don’t you feel lucky; it's you, Max!”

The two time World Champion throws his head against the couch as he waits for instructions. “See, now you’re not going to like it…” The Dutch lifts his head up, blue eyes swirling with confusion. “You have to let Charles win.” He scoffs.

“No. No way in hell.”

“Mate!” Pierre shrieks as he eagerly displays his scribbles to the group. Messily drawn, is Max handing over a crappy looking trophy to the Monegasque. At least that’s what it looked like. “I’m only asking for this one thing from you.” Max continues shaking his head.

“You’re right, you’re asking…Beg.”

The entire room goes silent, except for Lando who has fully awoken from his forty minute nap. “Holy shit, this just got real.” Carlos, who is curled up next to him for some odd reason, quickly hushes him.

Pierre claps his hands loudly, chuckles, and looks over to where Charles bites down on his nails. He’s about to protest in defense for his long time friend before he raises his hand. “Please. Would you please do this as a favor for this lovesick motherfucker?” He points over at the Monegasque.

Max closes his eyes, clicking his tongue. “No. Beg on your knees.”

“Holy fucking shit,” Lando squeals with a muffled mouth, instinctively pulling out his phone, ready to record. The Spaniard doesn’t even try to stop him, instead he sits at the edge of his seat.

With whatever dignity he has left, Pierre gets on his knees with his hands pressed together as if he’s ready to pray. “Queue,” he mutters under his breath. The Dutchman raises a hand against his ear and hums. “Max…would you be considerate enough to hand over my dear, dear friend Charles, a win in order for him to stop moping over a girl and actually get her attention for once?”

The blue eyed Dutch stands up firmly in front of him as Lando and Carlos continue to giggle like little girls, waiting for whatever might happen next. Walking to serve himself a glass of water, he finally speaks out. “Fine. Pole. Not my win. Take it or leave it.”

Pierre and Charles share a high five as Lando and Carlos let out a sigh.

“I always knew they were a little fruity. Look, he even had to take a sip of water after their interaction."

“Congrats!” you yell out in pure happiness when you congratulate your best friend for pole. He jokingly polishes his nails.

“It was nothing, really.”

He’s describing his strategy to you as you happily listen, when Max walks up to you both. “Congrats, mate.” They both share a quick side hug. Wait, what is it that Pierre said to do? Something like-

“He drove like a monster. I couldn’t even taste his dust. I wouldn’t mess with someone like him, in fact, I would marry someone like him.” It's robotic, it's fucking weird, but yeah. He completely nailed it.

“Are you okay?” Bringing your palm up against his forehead, you teasingly curl a neat brow. He swats your hand.

“Of course! So good. I’ll leave you two alone!” Hurriedly, he makes his way back to his motorhome.

Your plan is shit.

Send.

“And we save the best for last.” Pierre walks along the grid, tapping each of them on the head as he goes, almost like a game of Duck Duck Goose. A loud smack follows.

“Cabrón,” Carlos groans as he rubs his head. The Frenchman quickly scatters across the room.

“Harder than I intended,” he mutters. “Anyhow!” His speech is cut short when his phone begins to ring. A panicked look draws itself in place as he turns his screen. Everyone gasps.

“She’s going to fucking know. She’s gonna know and she’s gonna run off and tell her...” Charles begins to curse, nervous ticks.

“...and get a grip. Hellooo? Fine, I didn’t want to do this.” The Monegasque doesn’t have time to react when the right side of his face starts to ring. He groans in pain.

“You punched me!”

“Yeah, he just feels like doing stuff like that today,” Carlos spits out, annoyed, holding a bag of ice against his head. He hands it over.

“You both have to learn to listen!” he tries to defend when Charles jumps over the couch towards him.

“You can’t! I’m going to answer!” He swipes along the bright screen, putting the phone on speaker. “Kika!”

“Pierre, where are you?” the Portuguese complains as he shoots a distressed look towards his friend. Shit. They had-

“Dinner, remember?”

The Frenchman rapidly puts the phone on mute, rushing his way over to Charles. “What the fuck do I say?” he screeches, staring at the phone like a ticking time bomb.

“Tell her we’re on our way. Keep it simple.”

He nods. Unmuting, he says, “We’re trying to decide what to wear, give us ten minutes, we’ll meet you at the lobby.”

“You’re getting ready together? Like some sort of fashion show?” Your sweet giggle makes an appearance and everyone is beginning to aww before Pierre throws his hand up. They all keep quiet.

“Exactly. Now give me and Charles some space. Ten minutes, max. Love you, bye!” Launching his phone over at the couch, he smirks. “Where was I?”

Carlos finds you talking to a few of the engineers.

“Waffles?” Round orbs glimmer at the sigh of a fresh plate with whipped cream on top.

“Gimme."

“Charles actually got them for you. I’m just the delivery boy.” You hum, noting to thank your best friend after the race. “Since we’re talking about Charles, boy, he drove so well yesterday, don't you agree?” You nod with a cheesy smile. You’re about to speak before he shoves another piece of bread into your mouth. “Oh! Did he mention during testing he was able to do some donuts? Get this; with one hand.”

“I think Daniel has done that too." He pushes in another piece.

“Yeah? Well, he’s extremely good at chess!”

“He’s shit. I always win,” you confirm as you finish swallowing. Another forced bite.

“But have you ever beat him at tennis? Because he’s really good at that too and handsome!” Eyeing him suspiciously ,you throw the rest of the nasty waffle into the nearby bin.

“I always win,” you muffle once more, annoyed. He groans andpulls out his back-up waffle behind his back.

He feeds you one last time as you attempt to push his strong hands away. “Yeah? Well, did you know that he's still in love with you?” The garage grows quiet and they all turn to look at you. You’re covered in whipped cream as he wears a proud smile over what he’s done. Soon, it dawns on him as he rushes to his room.

I ruined it.

Send.

The grid goes out for a group dinner, though Lando, Lily, Alex, Max, and Carlos all avoid you. You were all celebrating yet another Verstappen win.

“Good race, Max,” you say as he shares a tight smile. “You too, Charles. Third place with pole is good considering the box you drive.” Max cracks a devilish smile towards the Monegasque.

“It’s the best I could have done, but I’m not too upset about it. It was a fun race overall.”

“Anyone interested in desert?” the waitress asks as she scribbles down a few orders. “Our waffles are actually the most recommended!” she persuades as she makes eye contact with you. You wave your hand in dismissal.

“After this trip, I don’t think I’ll never be able to eat waffles again.” The Spaniard sheepishly hides behind his menu.

You’re too busy gossiping with Daniel about his return to F1, that you don’t even notice when Charles and Pierre slip away. “What do you have so far?” the green eyed boy presses, occasionally looking behind, making sure they were definitely alone.

The Frenchman lets out a sad sigh, laying a large hand on his friend's shoulder, displaying his sympathy. “Very well…” Charles’ eyes begin to buzz with excitement. “Not anything worthy or good.” He immediately deflates.

“What happened?”

“So, apparently she likes some guy named Dennis. Fucking him too, from what I was told. Um, she also wasn’t too impressed with this race weekend as much as I thought she would be…” The Monegasque stops breathing for a second. Did he really ruin his shot once again? Pierre continues with a more light hearted tone. “I was told Carlos didn’t do his part, but look on the bright side! You might have a shot with Lily! Heard she thinks you’re cute.”

Charles is in the middle of rubbing his temples, when he suddenly stops. “Pierre; Lily and Alex are dating.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Max, Lando, Alex and Carlos all make their way to the back of the restaurant as soon as they receive the urgent text from Pierre. Meet in da back lol. “What is it now?” Max groans as he adjusts his rolled up sleeves.

“You see, we were just thinking, how could Lily be interested in Charles when she’s in a stable, happy relationship?” So she says, Pierre finishes.

Alex rolls his eyes, seemingly annoyed. “She doesn’t like him like that! She was just trying to make you look good but it came out wrong.”

“Maybe…but the whole Max part went to shit because like always, he just had to win!” The Dutch shrugs.

“Mate, you knew my terms and conditions. Plus, she was so happy for Charles regardless, I don’t even think she cares that he didn’t win.” Pierre hums.

“What about Carlos, huh? You said you ruined your shot! You didn’t even do your part, so let’s all just back off, and not blame me for killing Charles' love life.”

“Ay, ay, ay,” Carlos groans into his hands. “I did my part just the way you said but I did also kind of ruin it,” he shyly adds. “I crossed the line, sorry, but I might’ve ratted you out when I told her you still lo-”

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyways.” Charles released a shaky breath. “She’s already seeing someone else.” Besides being quite done with Pierre’s poor plan, they still spilled out apologies for their friend.

“Ugly name, too. Have you ever met a good looking Dennis? Cause I haven’t.” Pierre’s voice lathers with a typical matter of fact, leaning against the wall. Lando fiercely turns his attention.

“Dennis?”

“Yeah, that’s what you told me. You said, ‘She fucks with Dennis.’”

“I said tennis. She fucks with tennis. As in, she likes the sport!” The Brit wheezes hysterically as they all begin to share a panicked look. The Frenchman slowly starts backing away from the group.

“Holy shit, I think Kika is calling me.” Dashing away, he trips over his own feet, shoes squeaking against the glossy floor. Charles is left there more confused than what he was at the beginning of all of this.

“What do I do now?” he groans, running two hands over his face.

“Maybe just do what we’ve been telling you to do all along…” Alex suggests as the rest follow in agreement. The Monegasque wears a helpless smile.

“Thanks, but I’ve already tried that before and it’s never really gone my way.”

“Mate, if you really love her, then you have to tell her again. Things could end up differently this time,” Max adds. “All you need to do is say how you feel, and please; never listen to Pierre ever again.”

That night, before you both walk to your own hotel room, the brunette holds onto your hand. “Why don’t we go on a walk?”

“Charles, it's too late, I’m tired, and I’m sure you are too. How about tomorrow?” you mumble, clumsily balancing on your feet that have become too sore from all the walking. Desperately, he shakes his head.

“No. It has to be now.”

Nervously, you follow him and it’s like you’re twenty all over again - the first time he told you how he felt. Part of you wants to run away and not deal with any of this, but the more mature side wants to stay. When you were younger, you weren’t ready to face your feelings and that was something you regretted everyday. There was no way you were going to repeat that again.

Taking a seat on a bench, you both watch the traffic lights. This place might not be home, but being with Charles seems to be the closest thing to it and that itself eases you.

“Okay…” he awkwardly starts, shifting his sight to face you. Deep down; he also wanted to call it a night. Part of him believes that if he got rejected again, then that would be the end of it all, and things would never be the same, but he had to do this. “Do you remember how we first met?”

You let out a soft laugh. “Duh. You made me cry when you dropped my flowers.” The Monegasque cringes at the image.

“I dropped your flowers,” he confirms. “But I swear to you right now that I won’t ever do that again.” Heartbeat quickens, chest tightens. “I want to be a part of everything that has to do with you; I need it. I need all the sweetness that you’ve brought into my life since we were eight, I need a reason to get up at five in the morning to make waffles or pancakes. I need to hear your laugh because of something stupid I might’ve foolishly done, and I… What I’m trying to say is…you know I need you, but all I’ve ever wanted was for you to need me back.”

Like a deer in headlights, you gaze back, analyzing the way he’s nervously waiting for your reaction. And like the first time around, your eyes soften. “Charles…” He knows it too, because again, this takes him back to that one night at the club. But he doesn’t want to go back there.

“I’ve loved you for the longest time and my only regret has been not fighting for you. Back when we were twenty, I was young, I was naive, and I let myself be tricked into thinking that not having you was ever going to be okay, but it’s not. I’m a complete fool for you and the thing is that I don’t mind it! Sometimes, I feel like if I keep getting pushed away it won’t matter because I’ll still be here trying time and time again. And normally I wouldn’t do stuff like this for anyone but you’re just someone who always stays with me, so how am I supposed to easily forget about you?”

As his words reach an end, you try to speak, but nothing comes up. “I get it,” Charles adds in a bittersweet tone.

“You’ve made me cry countless times.” It’s a declaration - an odd one, too - and Charles is puzzled. Though the little smile drawn onto your rosy lips is a confirmation.

“I know, but I promise that won’t ever happen again. I’m sorry I ever made you cry.”

“Well, if you kiss me…I might just forgive you.”

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Reader as Alastor's Mother part 3

So I took a little while oops Part 1!, Part 2!

𓋼 You brush his hair every morning. He pretends to find it annoying but he secretly loves it.

Whenever you'd brush his hair, you'd sometimes mention how short it was and that you couldn't do any hairstyles with it, which, on one hand, was good for his pride, but on the other hand, made you sad which also made him slightly sad. So he made the very rational decision to grow his hair out for you so that you could style it one day!

"Alastor, is your hair longer than before?"

"Hm? Is it?" he would never admit he did it for you! 𓋼 At one point, you were in the lobby with everyone else and you started wondering about Alastor's ears since he never actually mentioned anything, of course, you remembered Charlie's constant pleading to pet him, to which he always refused with his typical "Ha! No.", which made you more curious, if perhaps you could get away with it as his mother.

So, only naturally, you placed your hand atop his head and pet him, his ears lightly twitching. Charlie squealed. Of course she did.

"Oh my gosh! Can I do that too?!" she asked

"Haha! Absolutely not."

She wasn't very happy. She ended up pouting the entire day, Vaggie having to comfort her. To Charlie, it was like someone telling her not to pet a cute cat! Absolutely heartbreaking 𓋼 On that specific day, you also asked if he had a tail, and considering he had ears, it would make sense for there to be a tail too. Of course, silly Alastor was too embarrassed to answer in front of everyone, so he avoided the question!

"You're very positive today, Mother, did something good happen?"

"Nothing in particular, so about your tail-!"

"That's for me to know and you to… maybe, find out, Mother!"

You asked him about it again when you two weren't around the others, so he decided to show you! it was a nice revelation. 𓋼 You noticed that the shadow Alastor has following you around all the time, sometimes disappears, so you used that opportunity to go meet Lucifer as he invited you for tea countless times, and who are you to decline such a kind invitation?

When Alastor realised he couldn't find you anywhere in the hotel, he panicked and searched every inch of it multiple times, until Vaggie had finally had enough and asked him what happened.

"What are you doing, Alastor?"

"Searching for my Mother! She's gone missing, you see!" of course, he had a menacing look on his face.

"She mentioned she was going out for a while"

"Oh? And did she say… where?"

"Nope, well anyway, good luck!"

Yeah, Vaggie just left him. So he waited for you patiently at the hotel entrance. When you finally returned, he clung to you like his life depended on it, asking you many questions. 𓋼 I feel like whenever the Overlords had important, confidential, meetings, Alastor would immediately return to the hotel and tell you all about them, whether it be out of spite or fun. You definitely enjoyed knowing all the things going on in hell. 𓋼 You and Niffty put makeup on him when he was asleep and pinned his hair back (Alastor was pretending to sleep, just letting you two do your thing). Angel started laughing and giving him silly nicknames when he saw his hair, which inevitably caused him to shake his head very fast, removing the pin from his hair. 𓋼 Your first birthday with everyone. Of course, Alastor threw you a party. It was meant to be a surprise but considering he’s always with you, you found out because he was more secretive than before (you managed to guilt-trip him into telling you what he was hiding) 𓋼 For Christmas (if you celebrate it), you decorate Alastor with Christmas lights! He says he hates it but he definitely doesn’t, although it certainly made him a little bit scarier when he did that spooky thing with his eyes!

"Mother. Please do explain again why you decided to put christmas lights on me."

"You're more colourful this way!" you turned the lights on, so that now they were switching between multiple colours

Angel and Niffty ended up hanging a few baubles on his antlers too, before he noticed. 𓋼 Charlie had asked about your time alive so you began telling her, and everyone else who was listening, about some silly stories! When Alastor came into the lobby and heard you telling an embarrassing story about him, his ears lightly twitched and flattened against his head. He was just a little bit embarrassed.

Of course, he tried to leave again, unnoticed, however, the all-too bubbly charlie saw him and invited him to join.

"Alastor! [Name] was just telling us stories, come join us!"

"No"

"Alastor, darling, Charlie is being very kind! You need to be around these souls more! Come join."

Of course, he can't say no to you, so he ended up sitting by your side as you continued to tell the story about him, you lightly pet him and hugged him from time to time. Although his ears still stayed flat against his head. 𓋼 You wanted to make a flower crown, but since no flowers actually existed in hell, you had to make do with other things (paper). Yes, you made paper flowers and then turned them into a makeshift flower crown, which you then placed on top of Alastor's head.

"Mother?"

"Darling, I made you a paper flower crown!" 𓋼 Alternatively, you may've decided to sneak out again to find Lucifer.

"Luci, can you sneak us into Heaven?"

"Heaven?! Why?"

"I need flowers"

"Why would you need flowers?"

"To make Alastor a flower crown!"

Yeah, he wasn't too excited about that idea but he still agreed, although it did take a bit of… bribery…

"I'll… give you a kiss if you agree!"

"Let's go!" he opened the portal immediately and took you with him.

In the end, you got all the flowers you needed (after being chased out by Lute and Adam), so you were both… somewhere in hell, for sure.

"So… about what you said, before I got us into Heaven…"

"Oh, right!" You never specified where you'd kiss him so you simply kissed his cheek, he was a little disappointed but it's alright, you got Alastor a lovely flower crown! 𓋼 I feel like he would've been very afraid of spiders when he was alive, and then you were left with the task to exterminate any that entered your home (whether or not you were also afraid) 𓋼 You were quite a fan of new technology (though not completely obsessed), it made life far easier for you, though Alastor always 'confiscated' everything when he was around as he wasn't too keen on it.

"Mother, I don't see what you like about this device so much."

"It's simple to use and makes things quite a bit simpler than back when we were alive."

"I think it's pointless."

"Yes, you've always been a fan of radio… I see that obsession has stuck, even after death"

"It is not an obsession, Mother. I prefer 'fascination'!"

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slutforln4 · 5 months

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EMAILS I CAN’T SEND

🖇️ in which your ex-boyfriend is the perfect muse

🖇️ faceclaim: sabrina carpenter

🖇️ not a request, just an idea i've had for a bit

🖇️ oscar piastri x singer!reader

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landonorris we have a race tomorrow

oscarpiastri i’m aware

landonorris you need to sleep

oscarpiastri i can risk a few hours of sleep for her

yourusername 🩷🩷

oscarpiastri pretty girl

gracieabrams

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gracieabrams there’s gotta be some sorta compensation for thirdwheelers

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user1 is that y/n

user2 that’s y/n omg

user3 who’s she with tho….

user4 the f1 girlies know

yourusername i wonder who that is…

gracieabrams only the most disgustingly cute couple i’ve seen

oscarpiastri not a couple

yourusername yeah, we’re strictly business partners

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiasti Race weekend + other things

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user5 other things = y/n

user6 business partners are surely partnering

yourusername you slayed that race tbh

oscarpiastri all thanks to you :)

gracieabrams that's disgusting

danielricciardo i agree

landonorris me too

yourusername stay mad

yourusername

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yourusername sooo is t-posing a necessity to win or is that just an oscar thing?

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landonorris long story short, george russell happened

yourusername ah, that explains it.

oscarpiastri did you have to post that specific image?

yourusername would you rather i post the one where your cheeks are so full you look like a squirrel?

oscarpiastri no ma’am

user7 “ma’am” she’s got him wrapped around her finger good lord

gracieabrams the taylor swift lyrics. you’re so down bad it’s sickening

yourusername it’s just a nice song 😇

yourusername

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yourusername sad girls write sad music

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user8 awe :(

user9 someone zoom in and decipher what that says PLEASE

user10 methinks an album is coming

user11 new heartbreak anthem, can’t wait

danielricciardo is taylor swift finally featured in it

yourusername she didn’t reply to my email (i forgot to send it)

user12 😭

gracieabrams sad girls unite

yourusername i love u more than he ever could’ve <3

gracieabrams shade but true (love you too)

yourusername

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yourusername same time here next weekend?

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user13 paris was blessed with her presence

gracieabrams girl wyd in paris

yourusername hunting for french boys ❤️

gracieabrams find one for me ty

user14 next weekend is french gp GUYSSSS

user15 is she hinting at smth…

user16 i hope not, because she deserves better

charles_leclerc can’t wait to see you on the paddock!

yourusername and at your house, obviously

charles_leclerc silly me, how could i forget

used17 ??? WHAT

user18 girlie is moving on fast huh

user19 no bc this is insane

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Tiny victories :)

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user20 oh! okay!

user21 why’s he smiling as if he didn’t cheat on his girl… uhm

landonorris tiny victories + huge losses

oscarpiastri you win some, you lose some

landonorris and you lost, big time

user22 uh. What

user23 HELLO???????///

user24 idk if this is y/n or lando’s homie hopper era, but i support it

gracieabrams boo no one cheered

oscarpiastri yawns

user25 gracie babes…

user26 taking her bestie’s man right in front of her 💀

user27 y/n’s bestie isn’t gracie but! good riddance!

yourusername

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yourusername what it was and what it wasn’t

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user28 is this her official statement of them breaking up?

yourusername yes

user29 mother confirmed they were never together 💔

user30 brb crying

user31 love isn’t and never was real

oscarpiastri and what was it?

yourusername you giving too much and then getting scared

user32 OH???

user33 are they about to settle their argument in an instagram comment section…

user34 mmm no… this is sus. y/n wouldn’t do that in her own insta comment section

user35 no fr like she’s not as immature as other celebs to just handle her private love life in public 💀

user35 but then again, what do we know about her to assume this? cause she did it even when we assumed she wouldn’t

gracieabrams something is brewing

yourusername something’s cooking mhm mhm

gracieabrams someone lock this girl in the kitchen, she’s cookin up bangers

gracieabrams

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gracieabrams so incredibly proud of my girl y/n 🩷 second slide is probably one of her best moments as a songwriter. who could’ve thought he used a fork? or that forks are everywhere? genius stuff, i tell you. no but honestly, she’s worked so hard for so long and “email’s i can’t send” is finally out. everyone go listen or else third slide y/n will stab you with a fork.

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user36 the subtle bullying 😭 i love them

user37 the best friendships are like this

yourusername you’re such a loser ily 🤍

yourusername thank you for the help with the fork lyrics! It was all gracie’s idea guys, don’t listen to what she has to say

gracieabrams i knew you’d somehow put the blame on me

yourusername

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yourusername “emails i can’t send” is out and i couldn’t be happier. not only because it’s released, but also because i can finally stop getting oscar into trouble haha 🤍 i’m just a girl in the world, sorry os. this lovely boy continued supporting me even when i suggested such a crazy idea, so that just proves he’s the right one for me (seriously, who would cook pasta for a girl that asked if they could fake a breakup?) last slide is oscar’s actual reaction to seeing me be silly on the gram. listen to my new album and stay delusional, my loves. 💌

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oscarpiastri i can’t even be mad about the last slide cause it’s true…

oscarpiastri i love you princess, couldn’t imagine my life without you.

yourusername os :( i love you so bad

user38 wait huh

user39 IT WASNT REAL????

user40 LOVE DOES EXIST GUYS AND ITS THEM ❤️

gracieabrams my bestfriend is batshit crazy, and i’m all here for it

yourusername love you always

user41 so all of that… was all a marketing strategy…

user41 honestly, y/n is a mastermind

landonorris finally, oscar will stop asking me if you were serious about the breakup or not

danielricciardo the grid shall know peace once more

charles_leclerc i can’t deny that it was kind of funny seeing oscar walk around the paddock with his tail between his legs

oscarpiastri okay guys haha the bit’s over, shut up

landonorris @/yourusername break up with him again, he’s being mean

oscarpiastri no please don’t

user42 i’m crying 😭 why’s this kinda funny

user43 y/n messing with oscar’s reputation is funny to you? She could’ve fucked up his career lmao

oscarpiastri she didn’t mess with anything, i agreed to joke around and fake a breakup. I asked my pr team and they thought it was as funny as we did, so we did it. and it ended up putting my girl on the top of the charts, so :) stay mad, i guess liked by yourusername

user44 HE SAID STAY MAD IM YELLING

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc thank you so much to my *friend* y/n for letting me feature on her new album. and to oscar, thank you for not murdering me when the dating rumours happened. wishing you two all the best.

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user45 aw wait this is so sweet :(

user46 y/n is besties with all of the grid this is adorable

user47 him having to clarify that they’re friends HAHAHA

yourusername love u charlie <3 was lovely working with you. (all the piano bits you hear in the album are charlie’s work, round of applause everyone)

user48 clapping so loud

oscarpiastri cheers mate, thanks for keeping her busy and me sane

yourusername such a liar, you were at home weeping for me to stay

oscarpiastri no i wasn’t (yes i was)

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri So proud of this crazy girl, for more than just her new album’s release. She’s been so strong and so hard-working, and so loving. Peep the second slide to see her crying selfie that she sent to me immediately after commenting “yes” and confirming our pretend break-up. The third slide is of my girl and her best friend, because they’ve kept me on my toes for the past two months. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you to the moon and to saturn, y/n.

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user49 i love my virtual parents 🫶

user50 love is real and they’re proving that everyday

user51 HE QUOTED TAYLOR SWIFT TO HER IM SOBBING ON THR FLOOR

yourusername me too bff, i love this boy so much

landonorris is gracie single

yourusername no

gracieabrams yes i am?

yourusername you don’t want lando, trust me

landonorris okay what the fuck

yourusername i’m breaking up with you for reals this time

oscarpiastri what the fuck :(

yourusername was the crying selfie really necessary 💔

oscarpiastri you look cute

yourusername don’t even.

yourusername i love you so much, thank you for being my muse

oscarpiastri i hope i’m your muse for happy love songs too? (pls say yes)

yourusername next album is called “oscar is the love of my life”, so i’d say yes

oscarpiastri fuck yes

🖇️ just a silly little story. hope you enjoyed <3

#formula one fanart #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #formula one imagine #formula one fanfic #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #formula one smau #oscar piastri smau

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onlyjaeyun · 11 months

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"Thanks for letting me know, Sun." You smile at the young college student in front of you as excitement fills your chest, pulling him into a tight hug, yet instantly rolling your eyes when you see the shiteating grin on his handsome face.

"What?"

Your voice is monotonous because you're not about to expose yourself even further since you're already sure Sunoo and the girls are going to have their fun in the groupchat once he gets back to his car.

"Which Yunie's got you this excited?" Sunoo giggles shamelessly and manages to quickly move out of your reach to escape your light punch, eliciting a sweet chuckle from you as well, though you do refuse to giving him an actual answer.

You're pretty sure your excitement is meant for Seyun, since it's been exactly three and a half days since they had left for their roadtrip but you simply can't deny how much you're looking forward to seeing Jaeyun, too.

There's just something about the young parent which makes you feel calm and nervous at the same time, a feeling you haven't had in so long, you can't help but actually indulge in it. Maybe it's just a silly little one-sided crush, but you've stopped making yourself feel bad about it a good week ago after finally admitting to yourself how whipped you actually are for the older brother.

You're not planning to do anything about it anytime soon anyway, which is why it's easier for you to just daydream and get excited about Jake's presence.

"I missed Seyun a lot", you begin and look at Sunoo with a sigh, reaching for your phone and showing him the picture of yourself and the little guy on your lockscreen, "we've only known each other for a month but he's really grown on me. I would have never thought I'd get this attached, if I'm being honest."

Sunoo just smiles at your words, his eyes attentively roaming your face before he starts his response.

"We actually wanted to stay another day but came back because Seyun kept talking about going to the movies with you. So, I'm pretty sure he feels the same about you."

For some reason your friend's words bring you comfort and the thought of actually having some sort of positive influence on the little guy's life makes you feel weirdly at ease.

When you first moved into this apartment building, you definitely didn't expect to get this close with any of your neighbors, let alone the cute four year old from next door and his older brother. Yet now that you've established an actual friendship you couldn't be happier you ended up running into Seyun that second time.

"Have they had anything to eat yet?" You ask as casual as possible, only for Sunoo to smile from one ear to the other and making you roll your eyes the third time within a few minutes.

"They have, we stopped at a barbecue place on our way home. Seyun even finished his plate when Hyung told him about the cupcakes you made."

You chuckle softly at the four year old's enthusiasm, proud of him for doing so well after seeing him so heartbreaking the day he came home from his grandmother.

Jake didn't really tell you the reason behind Seyun's sad mood and you could tell from the older one's attitude that asking about it wasn't your place, so you just hugged the younger brother tightly and wished them a good night.

Just when you're about to lose yourself in your thoughts, Sunoo comes up to hug you again, saying his goodbyes and wishing you a nice evening, but of course not leaving before winking at you with the cheekiest grin on his lips.

Once your friend's out the door you make your way back to the kitchen, preparing the cupcakes the little boy had apparently been anticipating already before anxiously making your way to their door.

You try to mentally prepare yourself to face your newly discovered crush, your heart hammering against your rib cage almost brutally and suddenly feeling the nervousness take over you.

For some reason you're a lot more tense than the days prior, which you blame on the few days of physical distance and excitement of sorts you've almost forgot about.

It doesn't take a third knock on their door for Seyun's voice to echo from the other side, a loud "who's this?" filling your ears and eliciting a chuckle from you.

"It's me – Noona", you say back and patiently wait for the older brother to unlock the door, something Jake had to do ever since his younger brother had developed his new habit of running away.

However, this time the young parent must have forgotten about it, which you conclude the second Seyun manages to casually open the door and look at you with big, brown eyes.

You don't say anything at first, still a little overwhelmed about the sudden presence of your little friend, before he wraps his arms around your leg and starts giggling.

"I missed you, Noona." Seyun says and looks up at you with excitement filled eyes and the brightest smile, revealing the same exact smile lines as his older brother.

"Hey, big boy", you reply and invite yourself into their living room, placing the plate with cupcakes on their kitchen counter and then kneeling down to be on eye level with Seyun.

"I missed you, too", you say and pull him into a tight hug, loving the way he buries his face in your neck and so openly indulges in it.

"Where's Jaeyunie? And next time we wait until he's here to open the door, yeah? Even if it's just me, you gotta make sure Hyung's here to know you're not talking to a stranger." You explain the four year old calmly and push his messy curls out of his face with his hands in yours, caressing the back of his with your thumb and sighing softly when he nods in response.

"Yes, Noona", Seyun quickly replies, "Hyung's in the shower, he told me to wait here, so I was waiting for you!"

You chuckle yet again when his little voice fills the empty living room, giving him a nod of approval.

"Do you wanna see what my Hyungs got me?" He giggles and wraps his fingers around your wrist, pulling you towards his room with the biggest smile on his face and for a moment you forget what he had told you about his older brother.

However, as soon as said brother's deep voice echoes through the hallway, you feel a wave of warm air hit your face and that's the exact moment you remember what Jake was doing.

And of course the sight you're met with is absolutely breathtaking.

Sim Jaeyun with his toned torso completely exposed to your hungry, yet shy eyes, his skin slightly flushed and glistening from the hot water and for a moment you forget what the actual fuck is going on.

"Y/N?" His voice easily pulls you back to reality and with wide eyes you avert your gaze, where you take quick notice of the towel around his hips and hate the way a jolt of arousal shoots through your body.

"I am – so sorry." You turn your whole body around and let out a shaky breath, your brain barely manages to process what's currently happening but you can still feel your body heating up.

"You forgot to lock the door, so Seyun let me in", you explain to him with your eyes firmly fixated on the wall in front of you, "I'm sorry, I should have waited for you."

"No, please don't be", Jake calmly replies and chuckles awkwardly, apparently trying his best to hide just how flustered he is by laughing things off, "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. How about I let you get to Seyun and get myself changed, hm?"

You quickly start nodding since you can feel his eyes on your back, however you don't dare use your voice because you're pretty sure it's going to give away how much this has effected you.

It's only when Seyun calls you that you realise how long you've been standing at the other end of the hallway, quickly making your way to the four your old before you hear the door of Jake's room fall shut.

A loud sigh falls past your lips and you feel yourself finally losing some of the tension in your body. Seyun's eyes attentively watch your every move before he reaches for a little bag on his bed and comes to sit in the middle of his room, emptying everything onto the floor and looking up at you with the brightest smile.

You don't really know how long the two of you are alone and you don't mind it either. Sim Seyun's company is incredibly calming despite the fact he's literally only four years old. And you're glad Jake trusts you enough to leave you alone with his brother to do what he's got to get done; just the thought of him being overwhelmed and exhausted saddens you.

"Noona", Yunie begins softly, absentmindedly playing with the dinosaurs his Hyungs had gotten him on their roadtrip and without properly interrupting his thought process, you reply with a soft noise of affirmation.

"Is having no parents a bad thing?"

The question shoots a hot jolt of physical pain through your body and leaves you absolutely stunned.

For a moment you feel tears form a veil and blurry your sight as your brain replays the question.

In the month you've known the Sim brothers, Seyun has bever once mentioned his parents, neither did his older brother and no matter how much you think about it, hearing him talk about them breaks your heart into thousands of pieces.

However, in the four year old's favor you quickly compose yourself and reach for a little figure, convinced that finding the words might be easier if your fingers are occupied.

"Of course it's not a bad thing, Yunie", you quickly reply once you realise how long you've stayed quiet, "and you might not have a mother or a father, but you do have a parent."

From the way he lifts his head with slightly confused eyes, you can tell your words have pushed him to think about them, a sight so adorable yet so heartbreaking considering the circumstances.

"What does that mean?" Seyun mumbles in confusion, finally letting go of his toys and looking up at you curiously.

"Being a parent isn't always about being a mom or a dad", you begin calmly and take his tiny hands into yours, "your brother is doing everything and even more than what parents are supposed to do. Your Hyung is your parent, you just call him by a different title."

When Seyun starts nodding at your words, you're reminded of just how smart he is for his age and you almost instantly feel your chest fill with absolute pride.

"May I ask why you'd ask me this, Yunie?"

You're careful with your choice of questions, since you don't want to overwhelm him. The fear of Seyun closing up on you again easily overshadowing your curiosity.

"Older kids at school teased me about it", he replies and again, breaks your heart, "that's why I got to sleep in Yunie Hyung's bed and they took me away."

Once your brain processes all of his words, all you can do is nod with a soft smile, quickly wiping away the single tear which had escaped.

"Those kids are just mean, Seyunie, I promise. Not having parents isn't anything to feel bad about, especially not if you've got a Hyung as cool as Jake. Right?"

To lift the mood again, you hold your hand up for a high-five, chuckling softly when Seyun agrees with a loud voice as he slaps his hand against yours and joins in on your laughter.

And in exactly that moment, you hear Jaeyun walk into his younger brother's room; cheeks slightly flushed, eyes glossy and redened as he sits down and looks at you with nothing but appreciation roaming his expressions.

"Thank you", he whispers when Seyun jumps up to get his other toys from the hallway, "your words really mean a lot to the both of us. We're glad to have you."

And when your gaze finally meets his, you feel yourself falling even deeper into your feelings for the young parent, the knot in your throat making it impossible for you to verbally respond to him so all you do is nod and bravely let your hand graze over his in a way to show him your gratitude.

Jake leaves the two of you to yourself after a good ten minutes of debating what to do, knowing Seyun has to go to sleep soon anyway. You catch yourself actually craving his presence, since the comforting aura he brings to the room has never failed to make you feel at ease, which is probably why you actually get up and make your way to the kitchen once your little friend is busy playing by himself.

You come to find the older Sim brother preparing snacks in the kitchen and despite expecting to be overwhelmed by the sight of him, you can't help but gasp silently when your eyes meet the picture of Jake wearing his baseball cap the other way around. In combination with his lose shirt and the sweats he actually looks a lot younger than he is, however you've quickly come to realise it's mostly because of how mentally mature he is, that you easily forget you two are the same age.

"The cupcakes are absolutely amazing", he suddenly begins and takes another bite from the dessert you had brought over, happily munching on the piece as he chops up some carrots for his brother.

"I'm glad you like them", you reply calmly and sit down on a chair right across from him, feeling proud of yourself for not making this more awkward than it is.

"May I ask you something, Jae?"

Your question in combination of the use of this particular nickname sends a different type of anxiety through the older brother's veins and with wide eyes he looks up at you, resembling a puppy and basically melting your heart right then and there.

"Sure, go ahead." Is the only thing he says and continues to place the vegetables on Seyun's personalised plate before he nervously moves on to the cheese.

"Sun told me about how you usually never let anyone call you by the name I use for you", for a moment you're afraid you might stumble over your words, yet as soon as Jake locks eyes with you, a wave of calmness overwhelms you and finally gets rid of the weird feeling in your chest, "so why is it okay for me to use it?"

Jake stops in his tracks for a good minute when his brain processes your words, a short moment of silence following as he tries to form a proper sentence in his head.

He actually has no idea why it never bothered him the way it does with other people; not even the first time you called him 'Jae' did he feel uneasy or -comfortable like usual, it rather sounded natural to his ears so he didn't feel the need to correct you.

"I don't know", he simply shrugs and throws the last piece of his cupcake into his mouth, licking the icing from his plump lips and probably happily unaware just how much this little movement has your insides turning and twisting.

"But I also don't mind you calling me that, Y/N." He quickly adds once he's finished chewing, his eyes attentively roaming your soft features before he lets out a deep sigh.

"My close family used to call me Jae", Jake then begins calmly, "especially my mother because she loved my name so much. I guess when they passed away it triggered the sadness in me to hear it coming from others so I've been going for Jake or Yunie ever since."

All you can do is nod and try your best not to let the pain about his story shine through your gaze, not wanting him to feel like you're pitying him.

"You're doing great, Jae", you suddenly say and apparently your words overwhelm him almost as much as they do you because you definitely didn't expect to just say what's on your mind.

However, now that you've started, you're determined to keep them coming.

"Nobody knows how difficult this is and I hope you know that you're doing an amazing job", you continue and look at him softly, enjoying the way his cheeks slowly turn into the sweetest shades of pink, "Seyun is a great kid, all thanks to you and your hard work."

Jake has absolutely zero clue how to deal with the warmth filling his chest in response to your sweet compliments, the blush creeping up his neck and all the way to his ears, so all he can do is chuckle softly.

"Thank you, Y/N", he mumbles and shoots you his infamous smile, sending a hot jolt of arousal down your spine and essily levaing you absolutely flustered.

"Let's get this movie night started, hm? I bet the little guy's getting impatient already."

Neither one of you actually manages to focus on the movie as the shy exchange of gazes is the only thing to fill both of your heads in hopes of never losing this comfort.

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nerak-01 · 5 months

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"I love you- NOT~!!" (PART 1)

childhood bestfriend/crush katsuki bakugo x hopeless romantic reader

synopsis: Love is so addictive. You know, even when you've never really felt it. The feeling of being in love is even worse when your counterpart doesn't reciprocate.

tw: female reader, cursing, angst, heartbreak, bakugo being oblivious/a little insensitive, crying, reader relying on herself

author's notes: REPOST; BUT GET EXCITEDD CUZ PART 2 IS GETTING POSTED SOON!! I'm so sorry this has taken me so long. Writing block + workload + no romance = absolute sadness. UGH! NEW YEAR, NEW ME!! Happy 2024, Darlings!

wrd count: 800+ not edited!

Katsuki Bakugo and you go way back. It all started in grade school when you first caught sight of the brooding child, Bakugo.

You were supposed to focus on learning how to add and subtract fractions, but instead, your attention drifted to the boy sitting next to you. Your desk mate was laser focused on the lesson as his garnet red eyes seemed to bore into the teacher's. It gave you the perfect opportunity to judge this potential friend. He had wild blonde hair that somehow looked neat, framing his chubby cheeks. He had a button nose, cute. You concluded that your desk buddy was adorable, and he would be an excellent first friend. Oh, if only you knew.

From an adorable childhood in the suburbs, to an awkward and moody middle school period, and then a slight reflection in high school, Katsuki Bakugo had changed alongside you. You saw Bakugo go from his messy blonde locks, to spikes. He saw you change from an awkward bangs stage to a more defined hair part. Your friendship bloomed as the two of you were able to confide in one another as the years passed. Bakugo got sassier, and you shot back the same attitude. You differed when it came to feelings. That became abundantly clear when puberty and dating became a middle school topic. Bakugo used to talk to you about how girls were annoying and unbearable. He said he never would understand the appeal of dating. You dumbly nodded along, as if your heart wasn't hammering in your chest every time Bakugo Katsuki was in the vicinity. It was like your heart was a professional Bakugo tracker. Perhaps that's when you should have realized that you were in too deep.

All the same, high school left you high and dry. U.A was a challenge in and of itself, but adding rocky childhood feelings wasn't exactly ideal. Especially when Bakugo began to realize that he was a little more interested in relationships as he got older. You remember one instance as clear as day...

"Hey, Y/n, I'm waiting for someone, don't fucking wait up," Bakugo muttered. He didn't make direct eye contact with you. You swear you could make out the faintest pink blush on his cheeks.

"Oh? You got a special someone finally?" Y/n laughed. You hoped your tone sounded teasing and not sour. You wondered if Bakugo would ever realize how your lip wobbles or how you fidgets anxiously with your shirt whenever he talked about relationships. He was so observant unless it came to feelings.

"You could say that. I'm going out with Mina, one on one." Bakugo always did this when he was nervous. His answers became more brief and he seemed more guarded.

"Listen, big guy, you got this. I'm sure Mina and you will have a blast. I don't know, give her some Katsuki charm~!" You winked while pointing finger guns at him.

"Piss off!" Bakugo rolled his eyes, but you know you saw a slight smile right before. Your silliness worked as his hands relaxed from balled fists. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to dart to the approaching pink figure. Katsuki exhaled loudly, as if trying to ground himself.

You turn around and watch Mina with him. You understand why Bakugo was interested in her; she was fierce, outgoing, bubbly, easy on the eyes, and you assumed her curves helped. Whatever the reason, when you looked at Bakugo again, his eyes seemed to shine in a way he never could with you. His perfect pink lips parted slightly like he was in a trance by her.

"I wonder if I'll ever have that effect on a guy," you mumbled quietly. You didn't mean to let it slip out, but judging by Bakugo's zombie state, you doubt he's even listening to you.

"What did you say?" Bakugo asked, still not looking back at you.

"Nothing, have a good date." With that, you left Bakugo to head back to your dorm, by yourself, for the first time in a year. As you walked, you wondered if he ever knew you like you patiently grew to know him. You knew he had a mole on the left side of his growing adam's apple; you knew his top twenty hero list by heart; and most importantly, you knew exactly when Bakugo first fell in love with a real girl. At the very moment and forever more, Ashido Mina was the first girl Bakugo truly had a crush on.

You're not sure when your cheeks got damp, but you noticed you were crying when your nose was runny. Unlike the past, Bakugo would always be there to call you 'stupid' and wipe away your tears with his callous hands. Now, you sat alone in your dorm room, sobbing in one of his old t-shirts. You had this since you were in grade seven. Bakugo grown quickly, but his All-Might t-shirt was one of the first ever gifts he gave you himself.

Even thinking about him now hurts your head. To think someone who caused you so much grief, could still be the one you cherished most.

#bakugo x reader #childhood best friends to lovers #mha angst #mha bakugou #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader

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pretty-blkgirl · 10 months

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A Month Later…

PART ONE OF TWO

~Part Two~

//gn!reader x minsung//

Synopsis: When your ex boyfriends finally decide to contact you after a sudden breakup.

Genre: angst

Warnings: poly relationship, characters being insecure, unsupportive parent, crying, arguing, just overall sad af

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You much rather be at home right now, listening to sad music while crying your eyes out over your recent breakup.

A year-long relationship went in the blink of an eye. No warning signs, no indication that it was about to end. Everything was perfect until a week ago. Hell, even that morning was perfect.

The 20 minutes before it happened was perfect.

Everything was amazing until you sat down to “talk about some things”. You had a huge smile on your face because you had just got done eating your favorite dinner- which was prepared for you.

You were so happy. Literally on cloud 9 since the relationship began. Then it happened.

“I think we should break up”

Looking back on things, you hate how you handled it. Your face immediately dropped, then you laughed and begged for this to all be a joke. When you noticed how serious they looked, you swore the room started to spin.

Everything started to ache, from your heart to your head. You felt like throwing up, and incoming sobs started to form in your throat.

However, everything on the outside looked to be normal-ish with you. A couple of tears slipped, and your breathing got quicker, but besides that, you nodded curtly and left the apartment you used to spend every night at.

You wished you would have fought for the relationship. You wished you asked what was wrong, was it a misunderstanding or something?

You didn’t let all your feelings out until you got back to your apartment. You barely closed the door behind you when you collapsed to the ground.

You cried and screamed all night long, even having some neighbors come by to check on you.

It hurt so bad, even more so since the heartbreak was doubled.

You were with them both, Jisung and Minho. You remember the exact day you guys met.

You had a mutual friend; Chan. One day Chan expressed how he wanted you to meet his friends. He was always telling you about how he wanted to meet new people, and he swore that you’d love the group of boys.

After some days of convincing, you begrudgingly agreed.

A few days later, you were at his house waiting for his friends to show up. You ended up making your world-famous brownies- the ones Chan begged you to make whenever you’d come over. He was eating his third brownie when a group of men suddenly barged in the door.

The first one you saw was Changbin. You immediately thought he was handsome, but his body is what made you subtly bite your lip and shamelessly check him out.

He caught you, of course, and walked over with a shit-eating grin.

“You must be y/n?” He asked. You nod and offer him a brownie. He takes it and bites into it, eyes damn near popping out of his head when he does so.

“Yah Yongbok, you have some serious competition” He yelled out, making you flinch at his booming voice but laughing afterward.

Felix comes to you next, politely introducing himself and taking the brownie you offered. You could tell he loved it by the way his eyes lit up.

He was so beautiful, and his freckles only added to the warmness he gave off. He would spend the rest of the night talking to you about baking and gaming.

The next two were Seungmin and I.N. They were the youngest, and the very obvious menaces to society. They both tried your brownies and tried hard to make it seem like they didn’t like them. You giggled at their silly antics before they would both ask for more.

In all honesty, they were so pretty and polite. Much like Felix, there was a cuteness that made you want to take care of them.

Hyunjin confidently walked up to you and you questioned whether or not a human was in front of you or some sort of God of beauty.

He was perfect, being able to balance being cute and sexy at the same time. He went to try your brownie and you found yourself bursting out with laughter. He looked so sad when he ate, and it made you so happy.

He laughed along with you, and you couldn’t feel more comfortable about the group so far.

That is until they came to you.

One wearing a kind smile and the other looked like intimidation personified. They were like night and day to you.

Jisung reminded you of the color orange, bright and free. He seemed so nice and excited to see you. It made you want to trust him immediately, it made you want to just engulf him in a hug.

Minho reminded you of purple, dark, and reserved. He wasn’t mean in the slightest, but you could tell he cared a lot about the people he loved and was a bit weary of you.

Aside from that, they were both so gorgeous. All the breath in your chest disappeared when you initially saw them. You knew something was gonna happen with them, something told you.

The rest of the night consisted of you getting close to the boys, and by the time they left, you had considered all of them to be your friends.

You got all of their numbers and ended up receiving a text from Jisung the next morning.

That’s how your year-long relationship started. The best year of your life.

You would start talking to Jisung first, and Minho would come just a little while later. They were already established, and at first, you didn’t want to ruin their relationship by adding yourself to it. But they insisted, and your heart was telling you to take the chance.

You won’t regret the relationship at all. It was truly the best relationship you’ve ever been in. You honestly didn’t think it could get any better.

You all rarely fought, you spent so much time together despite your busy schedules and were more than comfortable taking some time for yourselves when you needed to.

No favorites were being played, ever. You loved them equally and you know they felt the same about you.

So why did they do that? Why did they call you over to their apartment early Saturday morning?

Why did they look so happy when you walked into the house? They didn’t kiss you, but they hugged you so tight. Why did Minho make your favorite breakfast?

Why did Jisung make your favorite lunch?

Why did they both make your favorite dinner? Why did they stare at you as you ate? Why did they bring you to the living room as soon as you finished?

And why did they break your heart like that?

These were all floating around in your mind since it happened.

You didn’t plan on seeing them ever again. You made sure to tell the group what happened so you’d be warned if there was any possibility that you’d run into them.

Bless the boys, they did everything they could to support you and your ex-lovers. They showed no favoritism and made sure to comfort you just as much as they did them.

Felix told you they were hurting, and you’re sure he told them the same thing.

This wasn’t your fault though. They broke up with you and didn’t even try to contact you for the entire month that you’ve been separated.

Until this morning.

You now sit on the same couch where everything went down. Jisung and Minho look like they’ve been crying.

No one speaks for a while until you dare to talk, “You called me here. Say what you have to say”

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thegaybluejay · 2 months

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Just for fun, here are my rapid fire rambling thoughts on the ATLA ships and platonic dynamics hehe (please don’t go full ship wars tho - these are just my opinions as a chill multishipper!)

My Favorite Ships:

• Zukka - My current brainrot and main ship!! I know they aren’t canon but I really love them and their potential okay😭I just feel like their personalities would work so well! Sokka would call Zuko on his shit and Zuko would be good at grounding Sokka when he needs it. Plus I have seen some absolutely breathtaking AUs with this ship! And fire-and-ice vibes except gay! Them <3

• Kataang - Cutiessss!! I love them! They may not be the ship I think about most often, but when I do think about them, they’re adorable! Aang is such a “my wife” guy and Katara absolutely adores him back! Also the last airbender x last southern waterbender dynamic goes HARD! I like that these two are canon!

• Yuetara - Listen I know they barely interacted but THEY’VE ACTUALLY GROWN ON ME SO MUCH LATELY AND I VERY HIGH KEY SHIP THEM! Something about like, Katara thinking about Yue when she bends is so😭Their story would be heartbreaking in the best way!! Sapphic noncanon blorbos <3

• Mailee - These two are SO cute and have so much potential rahhh!! Again, love some noncanon sapphics <3

• Batkoda - Super SUPER cute and silly and fun! The dads fr <3 Bato is either Katara and Sokka’s adopted uncle or their stepdad and I love it for them hehe! This usually pairs well with a “Hakoda adopts Zuko” AU lmao!

Other Canon/Relatively Popular Ships:

• Zutara - A pretty good ship! I see the potential and tbh it’s very very fun to think about sometimes!!! However, some of y’all toxic Zutara stans need to leave my boy Aang alone lmao. Those who are chill tho, I rock with y’all!! Overall, I’m not opposed if it’s done well and I do occasionally seek out Zutara content! I personally do prefer seeing/writing them as found siblings tho, especially with the Azula and Katara parallels!!

• Sukka - Canon cuties!! I really like them! Suki my BELOVED <3 She’s so underrated!

• Yukka - Also canon cuties! They make me sad tho ahhhhh😭😭😭

• Maiko - Also ALSO canon cuties!! They have an interesting dynamic that I can really appreciate! And gotta love Mai <3

• Jinko - Jin my beloved! These two had a super cute dynamic during the one episode they had together lmaoooo, tho I don’t think about this ship too too often.

• Tokka - I don’t mind it if it’s them getting together as adults! But tbh I personally don’t prefer shipping them as teens and I think Toph’s crush was just a typical young girl crush on someone slightly older lol. Definitely not horrible and most Tokka shippers are relatively chill! I like to think Sokka sees Toph as a little sister tho.

Now For Some Of The Crackship-y/Less Popular Ships (based on ships I’ve actually seen):

• Zukki (Zuko/Sokka/Suki) - Power throuple fr and I love some polyamory!! While I mostly lean plain Zukka, this is extremely fun to think about and would be a great dynamic!

• Mai/Ty Lee/Suki - Saw this in a Zukka fic once and it was adorableeeeee! I may not have plans to actively write this or anything, but it’s cute! Another power throuple!

• Jetko - I don’t think they would be compatible long term, but by god they are very very fun to think about in a “Jet flirts with Zuko and Zuko is completely oblivious and they share one kiss before everything goes to shit” way lmao!

• Taang - I can respect it!! I will always love them as chaos siblings personally, but it’s a totally valid and chill ship!

• Katoph - Not a bad ship at all! I’ve only come across like one post tho lmao. Also I do think I heavily prefer them as found sisters, but that’s just me personally! Again, totally a valid and chill ship!

• Azutara - I’m very neutral on this lmao. I don’t despise it at all and it could be pretty interesting?? But tbh really not something I plan to seek out.

• Azulaang - I mean?? I’m also pretty neutral on this one. Aang would be kind to her if she was trying to get help but…idk lmao.

• Tyzula - I see the potential, but I personally think Mai and Ty Lee had a healthier and more interesting and more realistic dynamic. Just my preference tho!

(I think I just want Azula to be in therapy before I reallyyyyy ship her lmao, but NOT THE KIND OF “THERAPY” SHE WAS GIVEN IN THE COMICS)

• Zukaang - I don’t love this as a ship honestly. The canon age gap as teens is sketchy for my personal taste, tho I’ve seen people ship them in “Aang was 16 when he got frozen” AUs and that’s…better and I can get behind it a little! It would be interesting! But I think Roku being Zuko’s great-grandpa just still throws me off of this ship. I don’t have any beef with the shippers tho! I’m very “live and let live” and I have seen so much worse lol.

Can’t Forget My Fav Platonic Dynamics!

• Sokka and Aang - Two found brothers who share one idiot braincell when they interact LMAO! Love them always <3

• Sokka and Katara - The siblings ever!!

• Zuko and Aang - Enemies to found brothers!! Canon besties! I love their friendship and their parallels SO MUCH!!

• Toph and Katara - Absolutely ADORABLE as found sisters!!!! Love them!

• Zuko and Katara - I really like their development in a platonic sense and I think they’re very very fun and lovely found siblings by the end!!!! Zuko is 100% the brother that just “yeah my sister can and will whoop your ass” LMAO!

• Zuko and Toph - Also very found siblings in my head!! Only have a handful of solo interactions in canon but I DON’T CARE! I WILL FOUND FAMILY THEM ANYWAY! I’m a “Toph seeks out Zuko for sibling hugs/cuddles when she’s cold because he’s basically a space heater” truther.

• Uncle Iroh and the Gaang - Zuko needs to learn to share because that is ALL OF THEIR Uncle!!!

• Hakoda and Zuko - I thrive in this section of the fandom!! They have exactly one (1) frame together in canon, but I ADORE Dadkoda adopting Zuko! Something about it is just so wholesome and cute!!! My very very fav ATLA fics are this trope!!#LetHakodaBitchSlapOzaiAndAdoptZuko2024

• Uncle Iroh and Zuko - God they make me so ALSNDKSNXNCNSNSNXNX, y’know?

• The Gaang as a whole - Obvious I know, but I really do love them😭They all bonded sm and I adore their little family!! I eat up fanart of the Gaang cuddling like CANDY omg. And yes Suki is included in the Gaang because WHY WOULDN’T SHE BE!

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TedTalk. If you made it to the end, you get a big platonic kiss on the forehead MWAH!

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zukka #yuetara #mailee #kataang #found family #fanfiction #the gaang #multishipper

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simplykorra · 8 months

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You know I LOVE cocky little shit Ava so much but it’s also so sweet and heartbreaking seeing shy Ava. I think one of the first times you see it is in episode 6 of s1, and it’s so cute but also so sad, coz of course she’s shy she was abandoned and abused for 12 horrifically lonely years!!! It just so cute but gut wrenching to watch the girl with so much love for the world hide away from it, and it’s something you do so well, bringing all these sides to Ava!! It’s phenomenal.

Hope you have a great day!!

there's a moment in the third episode, towards the end, where ava and mary have a small interaction

mary tells ava her name is shotgun mary and ava asks what that means and mary says 'cause i drink a lot' and they share these looks

and you can tell that that tiny interaction means SO MUCH to ava

because it's silly and simple and her curiosity wasn't belittled or used against her like it probably had been for years and she has this shy little smile, like she's afraid if she says anything else she'll ruin it and there are tiny moments like this sprinkled throughout the early part of the first season where you're reminded that ava has no idea how to live in the world and literally everything she's doing, she's doing for the first time in 12 years and so to be given anything soft like this sits with her and she carries it with her and even when she's scared and trying to get away, these little things, like that soft moment with bea in the hall after superion made her cry - those are what made her come back

because all she wants is to not be alone and to have people love her and care about her and so the smallest kindnesses stay with her forever

#have i mentioned that ava silva is my favorite character of all time #bring her back to me

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ideas-4-stories · 6 months

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To continue the fluff train!

Cross Guild romance: A compilation of times Buggy stumbles across Mihawk and Crocodile when they are sad and upset, totally vulnerable and he comforts them. Maybe Crocodile's stump is hurting like hell and he can't hold back the tears and Buggy is there to sooth and comfort him. Maybe Mihawk is off all alone and upset about the horrors of his past and Buggy stumbles across him and decides he's not going to let this stand and starts acting silly with his chop chop powers to at least get a small smile from the golden eyed man. Crocodile and Mihawk just soak up Buggy's freely given affection and come to grow fond of him. And then the one time Crocodile and Mihawk witness Buggy's absolute heartbreak when Shanks and his crew comes to visit and dredges up painful memories, and they are their to be the shoulders for their clown to cry on.

FLUFF!!!

This is just so cute!!! Buggy probably thinks that helping will make sure they ease on the annoyance and anger they fill for him. Trying to ignore the genuine worry he has for his crew. Because even when they are shits, he's the captain.

Buggy trying his best to make Mihawk laugh!!! Jfxofitfitftifrirdyfoigfgygugvvuf *Keyboard Smash!!!*

Of course it's Shanks that makes Buggy drown in the painful memories of the past. Shanks just wanted to reconnect and be like they used to. Only for it to completely backfire on everyone.

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trigunfanart · 6 months

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I love you Trigun fan art!

I love you fan art of Vash and Knives looking like angelic and other-worldly beings!

I love you bromantic fan arts of Trigun characters being close!

I love you serious, moody, and heartbreaking pieces!

I love you goofy, silly, and crazy comics!

I love you pretty characters in sexy poses!

I love you pretty Vashes and sexy Wolfwoods and cute Meryl and Millies!

I love you ugly styled, caricature-y Trigun characters!

I love you soft and hard kisses!

I love you canon fan arts!

I love you AUs!

I love you family and found family pieces!

I love you yearning, pinning, and angsty fan arts!

I love you fluffy, happy, and sweet fan arts!

I love you angry, vicious and bloody fan arts!

I love you sad, miserable, and lonely fan arts!

I love you Trigun fan artists!

#I was going to post this to one of my main blogs but you deserve it here on the fan art account #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #vash #trimax #anime #not art #japan #fan art #fanart #fan artists #fanartists #love #and peace #wolfwood #I love you trigun fan art #i love you trigun fan artists

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jjenjoyer · 1 year

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roslyn - jj maybank

warnings : mentions of abuse, injuries, angst to fluff, heavy themes, sad jj (a crime punishable by death)

summary : jj shows up to your window in the dead of night, desperately in need of patching up-- and a hug would be nice too.

playlist:

last words of a shooting star - mitski

i bet on losing dogs - mitski

roslyn - bon iver

[lower case intended ; third person pov ; 1.3k words]

gentle tapping from outside your window pulled you from your sleep, (if you could even call it that, insomnia has been kicking your ass lately) startling you, the idea of it being an intruder flashing through your mind before you remembered that your best friend since kindergarten and crush since 5th grade, jj maybank, had done this a couple weeks prior, although the reason for it wasn't as pleasant and romantic as one would expect.

suspecting a repeat of that incident, you stood and jerked your curtain open, the moonlight highlighting the unmistakable silhouette of jj crouched at your window. you hastily opened the window, catching the boy as he practically fell into your room.

the faint illumination your fairy lights provided gifted you the ability to see the palette of texture and colour on his face, highlighted by the dried tear stains streaking his cheeks.

your heart sunk, the only word you could utter was his name, the heartbreak evident in your voice. you knew all too well the struggles jj went through at home, the boy was forced to watch his dad fall apart after his mother died in an accident when he was in primary school, eventually losing all conscience and beginning to take his anger out on the being who resembled her down to the dimple (a rare yet heavenly sight). he, of all people, was the last person to deserve it. nobody deserves to feel threatened in their own home, but especially not the brightest, kindest, most caring boy you know.

you thanked whatever gods were out there that you decided to start working out a couple years ago, as it came in handy in the process of practically carrying jj to your bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as you shoved your ikea shark into his lap, letting the barely-present boy know that you were going to get the first aid kit you kept in case of this exact scenario repeating. he looked worse this time though, and you hoped the kit would be enough, knowing his hatred for hospitals.

returning a couple minutes later with the first aid kit, along with all the spare bandages of various shapes and sizes you found in the drawers, a pair of ice packs and a water bowl, your eyes locked on jj, sitting in the middle of your twin sized bed wrapped around the large shark plushie, cradling his right wrist (with oddly devoid of blood knuckles) with a pained expression and dull eyes that lit up slightly at the sight of you, to which you smiled softly, taking a spot in front of him after flicking on the bedside light for a better view.

your breathed hitched at the gut-wrenching sight, yet you kept your composure. you had to be strong for him.

he watched silently as you dipped a small cloth into the slightly soapy water bowl, wiping the blood from his eyebrow, nose, cheekbone and lip, disinfecting it and blowing on the area to ease the sting, a trick you had learnt from your mom, later proceeding to stick cute blue band-aids with stars on them over his nose and cheekbone wounds, those being the biggest.

he finally cracked a smile upon seeing you pull the band-aids out.

"i didn't think you would actually buy those."

"don't be silly. you said you hated the plain ones, so deal with it, my north star."

the statement was true though, jj pouted relentlessly when you stuck a plain band-aid on him last time, and he would always be the brightest star in your night sky, leading you home wherever you might be. all factual.

you then gave him the ice pack with the instructions of placing it over the bruises, and the fact that he took the ice pack in his left hand confirmed your suspicion.

"can you move it in a circle?"

jj tried rotating his wrist, which moved at 10 fps, but hey at least it moved. he then moved it up and down, wincing slightly at the action.

"i think its just sprained." you stated, hearing a sigh of relief escaping the blond boy's lips.

after wrapping his wrist with the ace bandage and sticking a ruler inside it as a makeshift splint, you instructed him to take his shirt off, to which he saluted you with a "yes ma'am.", and proceeded to struggle, possibly a trap, since he whistled suggestively when you helped pull it over his head. ok, you walked right into that one, but it was good to see his humour come back.

the sight was bittersweet, the soft light hitting his incredibly toned torso like an artist's brand new wooden palette tainted by an assortment of purple, yellow, green and maroon shades of oil paint, as no matter how much he scrubs at it with turpentine, the essence has already sunk in for eternity-- even once the colour is gone, the oil residue will remain, buried deep.

you couldn't do much for his torso but ice it with the second ice pack, rubbing his back as he cringed at the contact.

once satisfied, you rummaged your closet for those black adidas men's shorts you bought against your mom's wishes and handed them over to jj, since there was no way you were gonna let him sleep in those dirty cargo shorts, and you turned with your face against the closet door as he changed, the sounds of struggle nearly prompting you to help him, but you assumed he wanted privacy. its not like you haven't seen him in his underwear, john b's pantsing prank was diabolically brutal-- speaking of which, why didn't he go to john b for help?

you were ripped from your thoughts by jj's voice stating that he finished.

you pulled him up to the pillows, where you laid beside him after turning off the bedside lamp, the fairy light's soft glow creating an ambiance in which you couldn't help but pull him into you, hugging the boy tightly as he trembled in your arms, subtle shivers which morphed into full-out richter scale level 9 shaking as he sobbed into your shirt, to which his hands clutched on for dear life. you rubbed his back comfortingly while whispering assurances into his hair, interrupted only by the odd kiss for what seemed to be an eternity, and eventually the sobs turned into sniffles as he pulled himself up to your level, storm-laden blue eyes piercing yours, the turbulent ocean trapped behind them seeping into your body, flooding it with pure intensity.

"do you want to talk about what happened?"

"not really..."

a silence washed over the two of you, before jj broke it hesitantly.

"you.. do know that i love you, right?-"

"yeah, j. of course, i love you too."

"-...not in that way."

your eyes went wide as you came to the conclusion that your entire "unrequited love" soap opera was a concept made up by none other than yours truly. however, you knew better.

"tell me that again in the morning, when you're thinking clearly."

jj sighed, having no will to fight, and nodded, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"i will. thank you, for everything. goodnight my darling."

"goodnight j."

the following morning, you had woken up earlier than jj and decided to make him his favourite chocolate chip pancakes, knowing he needed that right now. as you were pouring the last spoonful of batter onto the pan, you felt a large pair of arms snake around your waist, along with a head finding its spot in the dip of your shoulder, blond hair peeking in through your peripheral vision.

"i meant it."

"perfect timing, ninja. so did i."

he spun you around, tilting your chin up with his good hand, pausing for a moment to see if you wanted it, before you both brought your lips together, a kiss long overdue.

"ok now gimme them pancakes, i came here like a floating cartoon character at the smell."

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Caraphernelia

“So what if I can't forget you? I'll burn your name into my throat, I'll be the fire that'll catch you. And what's so good about picking up the pieces? What if I don’t even want to?” -Pierce the Veil, Caraphernelia.

Part One | Final Part

Warnings: Cheater!Ex!Vi, Heavy Angst, Feelings of Emptiness, Self-Blaming, Insecurity, Longing for someone who broke your heart, Painful memories, Depression, Loss of Appetite, Insomnia, Friends trying to cheer you up, Watching your ex move on, Attempted Su*cide, Happy-ish ending, friends being good friends

Summary: You and Vi were Zaun’s number one couple… until you met Caitlyn. Vi blindsides you one night, breaking up with you and admitting that she cheated on you with her. You take the break-up harder than people expected, and everyone is worried about you.

Author Note: Once again. Please read at your own discretion. Most of this story is sad and heartbreaking, and deals with mental health. To those who have been cheated on before, I feel you, I’ve been there myself. To anyone struggling with their mental health, my dms are always open.

You giggle as Vi spins you around in a corner of the meeting room. The very long, boring meeting had just ended and you were waiting to be dismissed. There would be a dinner since it was late, so everything was being set up by the Councilors’ staff in the room adjacent to this one. You get pulled into Vi’s arms and you rest your head on her shoulder.

“What should we do when we go home?” You whisper.

“Let’s go on a date.” Vi whispers back, “We can pull up a scary movie and make some popcorn. I know you wanted to watch Fear Street.”

“We wanted to watch Fear Street.” You poke her, “Don’t lie and tell me you’re not interested in a lesbian couple as main characters.”

“I really do want to watch it.” Vi chuckles, “I just think it’s cute how excited you are.” You straighten up when they call for everyone to enter the dining room. Vi leads you inside, pretending to be a proper gentleman as she pulls out your chair for you. You both laugh as you take the seat and she pushes you up to the table. She takes the seat next to you and throughout the whole dinner, you’re playing footsy with her. You’re like little kids, glancing at each other through the corners of your eyes and trying not to expose yourselves. Although the Councilors were used to your antics, a few even found amusement in it. You’re given a stern glance by Vi’s uncle, Silco, who’s well aware of your little game. He’s the whole reason the two of you are here in the first place. It makes you stop briefly, but you’re right back at it a few minutes later.

At the end of the dinner, you sweetly say your goodbyes to the Councilors before Vi is whisking you out of the building. You’re back to your usual silly antics as you walk down the hallway and come to the front door. In your distraction, you accidentally walk into another person and stutter out an apology.

“It’s alright.” The woman chuckles, steadying you, “It seemed like you were having fun.” You take a step back and smile brightly at her, Vi wrapping an arm around your waist. ‘Oh wow. She’s very beautiful.’ You think to yourself. Long, dark blue hair with a very attractive face.

“Still, I’m sorry.” You hold out your hand, “I’m Y/n. You are?”

“Caitlyn.” She shakes your hand, before extending it to Vi, “And, you are?” Your back feels cold when Vi removes her arm to shake Caitlyn’s hand, “Vi.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Caitlyn.” You smile at her, intertwining your fingers with Vi’s, “But, we have to get home. Sorry again for running into you.”

“That’s alright. It was nice meeting the two of you.” Caitlyn flashes a smile. With that, you and Vi headed out of the building excited to have your little impromptu date.

“Vi?” You look up from the couch, turning to look at her in the kitchen.

“Yeah?” Vi glances at you.

“Do you want to go out tonight? It’s been a little bit since we’ve done that. You know, being so busy and all.” You snort. With Vander choosing to become the full-time bartender of The Last Drop, it was Vi’s turn to become the liaison between the two cities. Since Vi didn’t want to do it alone, you joined her but the work took away from your private life. You had to sacrifice a few things, especially as of late. Silco had the two of you running all over Zaun since Sevika was out sick. You were genuinely surprised to hear that she was out sick since you couldn’t remember the last time she was. But, the woman had caught a fever and was out of work until she was better. The last time you and Vi went on a date was a few months ago when you met Caitlyn. So, you were feeling a little antsy for that quality time with her.

“Actually, I’m going out in a few hours.” Vi smiles sheepishly, “I meant to tell you yesterday but Powder distracted me.”

“You’re going out?” You perk up, surprised to hear that, “What are you doing?”

“Caitlyn wanted to meet up and talk about some Councilor stuff.” Vi places your lunch on the table, “We’re going to meet up at that little coffee shop in Piltover.”

“Oh! Well, tell Caitlyn I said hello.” You peck her on the lips, “Bring me back a coffee?”

“You don’t like coffee.” Vi raises an eyebrow, “Why do you want me to bring you one?”

“Knowing you, you’ll forget to order yours because you’re too busy talking. But, you remember to bring me back something so technically the coffee is yours.” You grin cheekily.

“You’re adorable.” Vi chuckles, shaking her head fondly, “I’ll bring you back a coffee.”

When Vi came home that night, you were getting ready for bed. She was gone for hours but that’s how those kinds of meetings could go. Sitting and talking about things in a more social setting was easier. The last one you had with Councilor Shoola was about six hours long because you got off track a few times. So you happily greeted her as she leaned against the doorframe, but something felt weird the way Vi gazed at you. Almost like she was trying to memorize you. You were going to question her about it when her voice sounded.

“I want to break up with you.” Vi says clearly, making you freeze. Your shirt falls from your hands as you stare at her in disbelief.

“What?” You breathe out, heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m breaking up with you, Y/n. I don’t want to be with you anymore.” Vi sighs, awkwardly looking down at the ground.

“Oh.” You choke out, eyes springing with tears, “W-Why? I-If you… don’t mind me asking?” You try to speak around the lump in your throat. Your mind was spinning, confused and shocked at these words. There were no issues in your relationship. The only thing that took a backseat were your dates but everything else was going great. You regularly had sex and affection wasn’t withheld. There was nothing you could think of that would’ve hinted at this coming.

“I’m interested in dating Caitlyn and she’s interested in it, too. We’ve hooked up a few times and talked about it. The only thing keeping us from being together is my relationship with you.” Vi says honestly, and it makes you cry. You knew she wasn’t the kind of person to lie, but at this moment you wished that she was. Vi admitted to cheating on you. She had her hands all over someone else and still came back home to you like it was nothing. You sit down, tears running down your face even as you fight to keep them in.

“Okay… Leave, then.” You look up at her, Vi hesitating at the sudden anger in your voice, “Leave! Take your shit with you! You better be gone when I’m back.” You get up from the bed and bump her shoulder as you storm past her, grabbing your keys and wrenching the door open. It slams shut behind you but you’re marching for the stairs in a haze. How could this happen to you without there being a single sign? Nothing that Vi did was out of the ordinary.

You didn’t know where you were going until you were pounding on the door. Tears were falling from your eyes and there was no stopping them. It was freezing outside with it getting closer to winter, and your short shorts and sports bra were doing nothing to keep you warm. The door opens and Ekko gives you a confused look when he sees you.

“Y/n/n? What are you doing here at this time of night?” Ekko puzzles, before his eyes widen at your state, “Shit, come on. Come inside.” He gently pulls you inside, closing the door with his foot. No words are exchanged between you two as you’re guided to the living room and seated next to the fireplace. The warmth sends a shiver through your body, and you rub your arms as Ekko reappears with a shirt.

“Here.” He says softly, handing it to you, “Put this on.” You take it from him and pull it on before curling in on yourself. He sits next to you, draping a blanket around the two of you in the process. The only sound in the room is the crackling fire as you stare dully into the flames. ‘It was me, wasn’t it? It’s my fault. I wasn’t good enough for her. After five years, I just wasn’t good enough.’

“Vi broke up with me.” You rasp out, glancing at Ekko, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know where to go.” You're on the edge of crying again. It felt like anything could tip you over and you’d be in tears. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this fragile.

“Please don’t apologize.” Ekko wraps his arms around you, “You know I’m here for you… What happened?” You rest your cheek on his shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh.

“She came home from a meeting with Caitlyn-” Your voice cracks and you start crying again, “and told me she was breaking up with me… She wanted to be with Caitlyn… and I was in her way.” The words come out shaky as you choke back tears.

“What the fuck?” Ekko breathes out in shock, his hold on you tightening, “That’s so fucked up. You don’t deserve that… I-I’m so sorry, Y/n.” You start crying harder, clutching onto the blanket as your breathing becomes uneven.

“Please stay here tonight. Please. I don’t want you going home like this.” Ekko begs you and you nod.

“I don’t want to be alone.” You whimper brokenly.

“It’s okay.” Ekko whispers, “You won’t be.”

The next morning, your head was pounding from how much you cried the night before. You and Ekko had passed out on the couch after all of your crying and incoherent babbling. He made you breakfast, gave you some water, and offered you some clothes to wear. You turned the clothes down but asked him to walk home with you which he immediately agreed to. So the two of you left his place and made the thirty-minute walk to your apartment.

When you got there, you froze outside the door, dreading what you’d see when you went inside… at least, what you wouldn’t find. Ekko was patient, giving you concerned glances as you finally unlocked the door and stepped inside. The place was chilly as no one had lit the fireplace and you huffed a laugh. It was ironically fitting that your apartment felt the same way you did.

You scanned the place, against your better judgment, and found all of Vi’s things gone. Everything from her clothes to the little pictures of you two on the dresser. You didn’t know what you were feeling as you stared down at your bed, your shirt laying forgotten on the floor.

“Y/n?” Ekko murmurs from behind you. You turn to him, silently questioning what he wanted.

“Do you… want me to help you with anything?” He asks carefully. You knew what he meant. There were still pictures of you and Vi. Your pictures. There’d be gifts she gave you. Well, stole for you. Things you’d have to go through and get rid of.

“No.” You whisper, slowly shaking your head, “Not right now.” Ekko nods and opens his arms, a silent invitation that you took. The two of you remained that way for a while. Hugging in the middle of your bedroom as you processed the reality of your situation. Vi left you for another woman.

Ekko had to leave eventually, so you were alone. The silence of the place was deafening, but you felt too drained to do anything. So, you fell onto your bed before quickly realizing it was a mistake. Your sheets smelled like her. That triggered the anger in you and you couldn’t see through your tears as you aggressively ripped the sheets from your bed. You didn’t think as you took the bundled-up cloth and tossed it into your fireplace. Your hands shook as you tried to strike a match, breaking a few before you were successful. With an angry yell, you threw the match inside and watched as it smoldered before catching. You dropped to the ground, breathing heavily, as the flames ate away at it.

“Why?” You whimper to yourself, “Why’d you leave me?”

Meanwhile… Powder waited until her sister and that bitch she was with were in the open. She followed them to the park and let her gang know where they were. She was enraged after Ekko told them that Vi broke her friend’s heart. Not only that, but her asshole of a sister cheated on her for some stupid fucking Piltie!

Powder was going to ask Vi if it was true, but that went out the window when she found her making out with the blue-haired girl. She wasn’t going to let Vi get away with it, even if they were sisters. So, that’s where the rest of the Firelights come into play. When her sister was at the spot she marked, Powder let out a whistle. The Firelights zipped in from nowhere, startling the pair below them.

With various curses being thrown at Vi, there were also paint-filled balloons. They were popped by other Firelights as they got closer to the two women. The shriek Vi’s side chick let out was painful to Powder’s ears, but it was satisfying watching them get covered in paint. They made a break for it, but the distance they were from the nearest cover was too far from the flower field.

“YOU CHEATING FUCK!” Ekko screams as the balloon he threw bursts into neon yellow droplets. Powder activated her own hoverboard, flying low enough for her sister to see her. This? This was personal. She grips the chompers in her hands, doing her best not to drop them in her anger. Why did it have to be Y/n? She was such a sweet girl and did nothing but care for her sister. And now, she was bawling her eyes out because of her sister’s selfish actions.

“VIOLET!” Powder screams, her sister snapping her head in her direction.

“POWDER?!” Vi exclaims in shock, paint running down her face.

“THIS IS FOR Y/N!” Powder hurls the chompers at the, pulling the pins in the process. Vi’s eyes widen in horror but they explode into a huge cloud of glitter before she can react, “HAVE FUN GETTING THAT OFF, YOU CHEATER!” She glares at her sister, who’s staring at her in shock as the glitter covers her.

Days passed by in a blur but you’re not sure how many. You had sat in front of the fireplace long after the flames died. Not even your growling stomach could convince you to get up. It was the eventual ache from sitting on the floor for so long that convinced you to move. You trudged back to your room and stared at the stripped bed. All you did was grab a blanket and curl up on it.

Most of your time was spent laying in bed, but sometimes you’d find yourself on your bathroom floor. The apartment stayed cold, as you didn’t bother lighting the fireplace. It was only you, so there was no need to be warm. You had thought Vi took all of her things, but you were wrong. You found little things like hair clips, rolls of her bandages, and even some of her makeup. You couldn’t throw them away, stupidly thinking she might want them back. so they stayed where you found them.

You spent hours crying on your bathroom floor, spiraling into a depression you haven’t felt in years. And this time, you were dealing with it on your own. You couldn’t wrap your head around the reason why Vi left. You and Vi had been the couple. The one people looked at and said “I want what they have.” So where did it go wrong? Where did you fail? What did Caitlyn have that you didn’t? There had to be something, something that made you worthless in Vi’s eyes. Was it because Caitlyn has bigger boobs? A nicer figure? A better personality? Did she make Vi laugh harder? Smile wider? Hell, she was the daughter of a Councilor, not some nobody from Zaun. Unlike you. You couldn’t compete with that. Not with her.

Your friends came by to see you, the news of your breakup no doubt all over Zaun by now. They would knock on your door, some leaving food behind or slipping a note underneath. You tried to eat but didn’t feel hungry, so it ended up in the garbage. The notes sat unread on your counter, only making you feel worse. You knew people must’ve been worried about you, but that didn’t matter when she didn’t care. The one person you wanted to.

You heard the knock on your door, but you couldn’t move. You lay in your bed, staring blankly at your ceiling as the emptiness wears away at you. You didn’t even flinch as you heard the door open, followed by the heavy footsteps that could only belong to one person. Sevika. Your friends must’ve been desperate if they got her to come by. She wasn’t someone you were particularly close to since Vi had some grudge against her.

“Y/n?” Sevika’s voice sounds and you turn your head to your room door. Her eyes widen when she sees you but she doesn’t step into your room. ‘Huh? Why is she so worried? There’s no reason to be. I’m fine.’

“Hey, Sevika.” Your voice comes out barely louder than a whisper, “I’m sorry my friends bothered you into coming here.”

“They didn’t bother me into coming here. I came out of my own concern for you.” Sevika sighs, “And clearly, it was the right thing to do. It’s been two weeks since anyone has seen you, Y/n.”

“Two weeks?” You frown, trying to think of how long it has been since you saw Ekko, “That… That can’t be right.” You could have sworn it was only a few days ago. That much time couldn’t have gone by.

“It’s true.” Sevika finally steps into your room, “Now, come on. Get up and get into the shower or I’ll fucking bathe you myself.” She threatens, making you blink. It takes a bit longer than usual for you to process what she said, but you groan when you do. Sevika doesn’t make empty threats. You stare at each other for a moment before you painstakingly peel yourself from the bed. You didn’t care that Sevika was given an eyeful of your body when the blanket fell. Her eyes were on you all the way to the bathroom.

“Don’t you dare try anything!” Sevika shouts as you close the door, “I’ll break down that door if I have to!” You sigh heavily, looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked horrible. Bags under your eyes, pale-looking skin, and messy, knotted hair. You could hear Sevika moving around your room as you turned the shower on. You stare at the water, zoning out, as you wait for it to heat up.

“VI!” You shriek before laughing, struggling to get away from her. The water from the shower was hitting your back as you tried to put space between you two. Vi grins as her fingers race across your ribcage, tickling you.

“Vi! Vi, stop!” You squeal, “I can fall! I can fall!”

“No, you won’t. I’ll catch you.” Vi says cheekily, continuing to tickle you.

You frown, reaching up to wipe your face as tears start falling again. With a shaky breath, you step into the shower and stand underneath the water. The hot water felt amazing against your skin and it brought you a warmth you haven’t felt in days. You let your body relax, closing your eyes as you try to enjoy this feeling.

“Hey, what’s a cutie like you doing here?” Vi stands next to you, a drink in her hands.

“Would you believe me if I said to party?” You joke, taking a sip from your own drink.

“Actually, I wouldn’t.” Vi leans against the railing, “Considering the fact that you’ve been staring at me all night.”

“Oh, Gods.” You groan in embarrassment, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. You’re just so attractive that I can’t help but look at you.”

“Ah, don’t worry. I’ve been doing the same with you.” Vi smirks, “Except, I’m a lot less obvious about it.” You laugh and give her a wide smile before holding out a hand.

“I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself.

“I know. You’re the girl that works for my dad… I’m Vi, but I’m sure you already know that.” Vi chuckles.

“Who wouldn’t know you? You’re infamous in these parts.” You snort, “A heartbreaker some say.”

“A heartbreaker?” Vi raises an eyebrow, “Who says that?”

“The girls who haven’t had the chance to date you. The ones who have dated you say you’re a complete gentleman.” You say teasingly.

“Wow, you’ve done your homework.” Vi teases you, “Now you’ve got my attention. What do people say about you?”

“I don’t know.” You smile flirtatiously, “Why don’t you tell me?” Vi’s eyes sparkle in interest, her lips curving into a smile.

You open your eyes, shaking your head to chase away the memories. You slightly panic as you rush through your shower with a new urgency to get out of here to avoid more memories. You’re a bit gentler with your hair, mindful not to rip any of it out, but you’re stumbling out of the shower not long after.

You yank the towel off of the rack, wrapping it around you before walking out into the room. You pause when you see that your bed has been made with a whole new set of sheets. Folded up on top are some clothes and a brand new fuzzy blanket that you run your fingers over. You smile sadly when you see a note from Powder tucked into it.

To avoid it for a little longer, you put your clothes on. If you had your way, you’d be right back into some pajamas but Sevika had chosen clothes for you to wear out. A quiet knock from your door comes just in time as you button up your pants.

“Come in.” You call out. You’re surprised to see Powder peek her head into the room. She gives you a small smile, slowly opening the door.

“Hey there, sunshine.” Powder hums, bounding into the room to hug you. You let out a soft grunt as she collides with you and hugs you tightly. There was something about the way she hugged you that made your heart ache. She went to pull away but you held onto her a little tighter, prompting her to hold you. This was the first time someone has held you since Ekko did, and you didn’t realize how much you missed it.

“I wasn’t good enough.” You whimper, everything flooding back to you, “She left me for someone else, Pow.”

“Hey, hey, don’t say that.” Powder grabs your shoulders, a frown on her face, “You were more than good enough for her. It was my sister who wasn’t good enough, and she doesn’t deserve your tears.” She wipes a tear off of your face before resting her forehead against yours. Your eyes flutter shut and you enjoy this moment with her. The smell of gunpowder and paint that you’re used to from her eases your frayed nerves a bit.

“Everyone is in the living room waiting for you… We didn’t want you to be alone anymore, but we knew you weren’t ready to go outside yet. If you want to talk about what happened…?” Powder leaves the question open for you to answer.

“I-I think I should tell everyone… can you give me a minute?” You glance at your bedside table.

“Of course.” Powder gives you a quick hug, “Come out when you’re ready.” She walks out of the room, making sure to pull up the door behind her. You can hear the quiet murmuring of your friends talking in the living room. You take a deep breath and open your bedside drawer, sliding your fingers along the inside ceiling. You feel your fingers bump into what you’re looking for and you pull it out, tucking it into your pocket. You close the drawer and slowly make your way to the living room.

When you turn the corner, you see all of your friends littered around the room. Ekko and Powder were sitting on the couch while Eve and Sevika sat around your dining table. They went quiet when they saw you, but you took the empty seat between Ekko and Powder. Ekko immediately pulled you into his arms and you started bawling all over again. You could feel Power hug you from behind and you felt ashamed to be crying again.

“I’m sorry.” You sniffle, wiping your tears as you pull away, “I’m always crying.”

“Don’t apologize.” They all chorus, making you chuckle.

“Thank you for getting me out of bed, Sevika. And, thank you to all of you for coming to see me or dropping off food. I really appreciate it.” You smile sadly, “I only told Ekko the brief version of what happened, so… I’m going to explain what happened if that’s okay?” You got quiet nods so you took a deep breath to steel yourself.

“Vi and I were together for five years. We’ve had our fair share of arguments like all couples do, all over silly things. But, these past two years we’ve been doing amazing. She treated me so well and I felt so lucky to call her mine. I was thrilled to hear that she was taking over Vander’s position and I took that responsibility with her. I was completely blindsided by her breaking up with me. She… had been cheating on me with Caitlyn Kiramman for months, and I had no clue. Nothing… nothing gave away that she was interested in someone else. So I um… thinking that we were fine…” The tears were back in your eyes, and you tried to blink them away as you pulled the box out of your pocket, “I was- gonna pro- pose.” You choke out as your friends gasp in shock. You open the box with trembling hands to reveal a beautiful diamond ring band. You handed the box to Powder to look at it but mainly so you could try to keep talking without looking at it.

“I asked Vander for help. I didn’t want to get her a plain band. We always joked that she’d be the one with a diamond ring because she secretly loved them. So… I got one custom-made. My plan was to propose on our vacation which would… be this week, actually.” You frown, bringing your knees up to your chest. The two of you had planned a year ago to go whitewater rafting in Ixtal to celebrate your fifth-year anniversary. The realization that it’s supposed to be happening right now made you feel more hollow. Sevika had the ring now, slowly closing the box and placing it on the table.

“Y/n… how much was that ring?” Eve nervously speaks up.

“Ah… just under three thousand.” You fiddle with your pants, finding it more interesting that the looks everyone is probably giving you right now, “I made sure the diamonds were ethically sourced, and they let me hand-pick them myself.”

“Shit.” Ekko sighs, and you burst into tears once more.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? I must’ve- been doing something wrong for her to leave me, right? There has to be something wrong with me.” You whimper through your tears.

“No, no, no, no.” Powder wraps her arms around you, “No there’s nothing wrong with you, pumpkin. No.” At some point, everyone ended up on the couch. You were sitting on Sevika’s lap, sobbing into her shoulder while everyone else comforted you. After that, they coaxed you into eating and spent the rest of the day with you until you got tired. Someone had carried you to bed and you sleepily begged them to stay with you. Everyone ended up staying behind and it turned into this big sleepover that put a small smile on your face.

Your friends stayed at your place for the rest of the week. They went out to get food and clothes to change into, but they stayed with you. Their constant presence helps you regain some of your appetite, so you were able to eat a small meal on your own. Another thing is that Sevika had been unceremoniously accepted into your friend group in the process. You learned that she had been hanging out with the Firelights this past month, and they’ve gotten quite close. She had wanted to talk with you but you were with Vi and she didn’t want to cause problems. But, you welcomed her with open arms. Your friends helped you keep yourself afloat for those few days.

They managed to coax you to leave your apartment for the day. Eventually, you’d have to get back to work, but no one was rushing you. You decided to join your friends at The Last Drop where you knew they’d be hanging out. The original plan was to meet up at the Firelight base, but you needed to make a public appearance. The chatter in the Drop was louder than usual or was it because you haven’t been out in public in weeks? Regardless, you find the booth your friends are hanging out in and head over to them. You were well aware of the talking slowly dying down the further you walked into the bar. You knew it would happen when you showed up, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. You’re Vi’s rejected ex-girlfriend. There would be a moment of silence out of respect for you, but you wished there wouldn’t be. You didn’t want their pity.

“Y/n!” Powder’s gasps when she sees you, everyone else glancing your way when she does. You give a small smile and wave, Eve shoving Ekko aside to make room for you. You slid into the booth, placing your elbows on the table as you let out a long breath. The chatter in the Drop starts back and you’re relieved that the moment is over. You were a horrible girlfriend. You didn’t deserve to have others pity you. It was your fault that Vi left. That she cheated. Why else would she? You weren’t giving her what she needed. That had to be it.

“I thought we agreed to meet at the Grotto?” Ekko gives you a confused look.

“I have to return to the public eye at some point.” You sigh, “Especially when I need to return to work soon. It’s kind of Silco to keep up my paycheck even though I’m not doing anything, but-”

“-Don’t.” Sevika narrows her eyes at you, “If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t be paying you, so I’m stopping you from saying that before you do.”

“Right.” You bite your lip, “Sorry.”

“Anyway!” Powder chirps, “You’ll never guess what the Firelights did this morning!” She starts rambling about a really cool project they had been given by Vander. You found your body relaxing, leaning against Eve, and enjoying yourself. There was something about being in such a social atmosphere that lifted the fog from your mind. The emptiness was there but now it was tucked away as you laughed at Sevika’s joke. You lean back in your seat, eyes darting out over the bar with a wide grin on your face. A grin that vanishes when you catch your ex walking into the bar… with Caitlyn on her arm.

Immediately, all of the joy you had been feeling vanished. A pit forms in your stomach as you watch Caitlyn clutch her arm, but your heart races when you look at Vi. It’s been three weeks since you’ve seen her, and there was something painful about the way your breath caught in your throat. It hurts. It hurts seeing her with someone else, but the love you have for her hurt more. You stare longingly as they approach the bar, Vander coming around to greet them with a forced smile. You watch their conversation, trying to read their lips but that’s not possible. The two women walk to an empty table and settle into the chairs, taking off their heavy coats and draping them over the back. You can’t look away. Not when they hold hands over the table. Not when Vi’s head tilts back with laughter. Not when her gaze looks past Caitlyn’s shoulder and finds yours. ‘Beautiful…’ You think to yourself, feeling the love rise through you but it was quickly squashed by grief. ‘Beautiful… but she’s no longer mine. I ruined it. It’s my fault she’s sitting there with someone else.’ Vi’s gaze moves back to Caitlyn. You’re crying before you know it, and a hand on your shoulder startles you.

“Huh?” You blink when you turn back to your friends. The expression on their faces is of restrained anger.

“It’s time for us to head to the Grotto.” Eve nudges you from the booth, wiping the tears from your face as she stands. She puts her arm over your shoulders, Powder springing over to wrap an arm around your waist. They rush you past Vi’s table, her and Caitlyn glancing your way as they do. You wipe at your face, looking down after you made eye contact with Vi again. You were almost at the door when the bar goes silent and you hear a loud clatter. Your head snaps around at the sound, your body halting when you see Vi on the floor holding up a wrist to her bleeding nose. Ekko was glaring fiercely at her, chest heaving from the anger and he spits at her. The last thing you see is Sevika leading Ekko away from your ex.

That one little event tore your heart apart. You couldn’t get it out of your mind and it wasn’t the only time you were a witness to their affections. It was like she did it in spite of you. To prove to you that she was happier without you. You would become entranced by her, admiring her before you came back down to earth. Vi left you. She wasn’t yours.

A few more weeks go by and you’re tortured by your own mind. Once again, you couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and the little warmth you had been feeling again was gone. Your nights were spent either curled up in bed or on the floor of your bathroom. A particularly dreadful night of nothing but memories about you and Vi had you sitting by the fireplace. The kindling for your fire was the usual wooden logs, but you had tossed in the pictures of you and Vi as well. The little things that Vi had left around your apartment had been shoved into the bottom of your trashcan during one of your meltdowns. You felt like you were on the end of your rope, and your friends were trying hard to help you. Vander had even pulled you aside to talk, offering to take the ring off of your hands but you declined. It was the one thing you couldn’t let go of, along with your love for Vi. She had consumed your life for so long and you couldn’t let it go. You couldn’t let her go, and part of you didn’t want to. She wasn’t your first love, but she was the one that mattered the most.

Your hands shake as you approach the Councilors’ Building for the first time in two months. Silco had filled in your absence by saying that you had been out on different business. The Enforcers standing at the entrance greeted you with their usual smiles and you nod at them as you pass. Everyone who worked at the building greeted you happily, saying that they missed you and hoped you have a nice day. You couldn’t return their smiles, so you only nodded to their words. Someone had asked if you were okay - Elora, Mel’s assistant - and you managed to tell her that you’re alright. She gazed at you for a moment before nodding and escorting you into the meeting room.

You must’ve been a sight. You had to put a bit more makeup on yourself than usual to hide the dark circles under your eyes. Eyeliner in thicker lines to distract from the tired and empty look in your irises. You looked too proper, too put together than what you usually portrayed when you came here. It was your way of hiding that you felt disconnected from your surroundings. That your whole world was crumbling beneath your feet. You had even worn your nicest gown, trying to ignore the fact that it was the one Vi bought you for your recent birthday. It was your favorite color and flattered your figure - purchased from a boutique in Piltover.

“Y/n.” Mel smiles happily when she sees you, “It’s so wonderful to see you!”

“Hello, Mel.” The corner of your lips turns upward, “It’s nice to see you.”

“You’ve been gone for a while.” Cassandra notes, “Your cheerful attitude has been missed. But, I do want to question if you’re alright?” You’re confused for a moment before it clicks. ‘Right… Caitlyn is Cassandra’s daughter and they knew Vi and I were dating. Now her daughter and…’ You swallow, trying to bring moisture back into your throat to respond. You wanted to tell her what happened. You and Cassandra had a very good working relationship, almost as good as you and Mel. A small part of you wondered if she’d reprimand her daughter if she found out about the cheating.

“I’m fine.” You respond, forcing a smile onto your face, “Just tired.” The meeting is called and you’re confused when your chair isn’t in the normal spot. Mel gently guides you to an open chair next to her and you’re disoriented when Vi and Caitlyn sit next to each other. The meeting carries on as usual and Mel fills you in on the side. Then Shoola calls out to Vi and you watch in confusion as she stands. She takes a deep breath, her gaze traveling around the room and hovering on you for a moment.

“The charity Caitlyn and I set up for the orphans in Zaun is progressing as we hoped. With her influence, even people in the upper ring are donating. People are donating clothes, toys, food, and money in higher quantities than we planned. If it continues at the same rate, we’ll be able to upgrade the orphanage by the start of spring.” Vi says proudly, everyone else smiling at the news except for you. In fact, you felt that little piece of rope you’ve been hanging onto snap. Your body went cold.

“What?” The word leaves your lips before you can stop them. All eyes turn to you, “But that… that was our…” Your head starts ringing, the room closing in on you as you feel dizzy. ‘That was our plan. You and I had planned on creating the charity. I thought… I thought…’ You feel like a fool. The feeling only gets worse when you feel a tear run down your face. You’re sitting in front of the most influential people in your cities, crying over your ex-girlfriend. You stand up abruptly, the chair scraping across the tile as your heart beats erratically. ‘She was right to leave me. I don’t have what Caitlyn does. I could never compete with her. Gods, I wish I could just disappear.’

“I-I’ve-” You stumble over your words, choking up before your feet are moving. You hear Mel call out your name, but you’re slamming the doors open without even a glance back. The Enforcers that had been by the doors shout in alarm as you come tearing out of the room. Your heels echo through the halls as you blindly run for the exit, startling people along the way. When you get to the front doors, you nearly crash into someone entering the building but they jump out of your way. Your feet take you all the way to the drop street and you’re gasping for breath as you step onto the conveyor. Your shoes are gone, torn off of your feet at some point, and discarded in a side street.

You feel nothing as you walk home. Your body and mind are too numb to care about the cold snow beneath your feet. Every step you take feels like a chore and you can’t even muster up any joy when you reach your apartment. The last of the heat from your fire greets you as you open the door, chasing away the deep chill that had taken over your body. Mindlessly, you walk into your room and sit on the bed, your head dropping into your hands.

You spent so long being hopelessly in love with Vi. You still were… but that was the problem. Your heart felt like it may never beat again. Vi had taken all of you with her when she left. ‘No one would care if I disappeared. Vi left me because I wasn’t enough. She’s moved on and is happy with someone else… The others are happier without me, too.’ You stand up, taking the ring out of your bedside table and looking down at it. ‘The least I could do is give this to her. It was hers. It is hers.’ You bite your lip and search for a piece of paper and a pen. A letter would be more than enough to tell her how sorry you are for everything, how you wish her happiness with Caitlyn and the charity. You fold up the letter and grab the jacket - Vi’s jacket - that you had found underneath the bed. With a deep breath, you head for The Last Drop, forgetting once again that you’re barefoot.

When you get there, you go straight to the bar where Vander is in the middle of pouring a drink. He acknowledges you and it takes a moment before he’s in front of you, “You good, Y/n?” He says, eyes filled with concern.

“I’m good.” You nod, not bothering to smile, “I found one of Vi’s jacket’s in my apartment and…” You trail off.

“Ah, right.” Vander sighs, “Go ahead and head on back. Would you like anything to drink?”

“No.” You shake your head, “Just here to drop this off.”

“Alright then. If you change your mind, let me know.” Vander gives you a smile. You nod and make your way to the house section of the building. You had been here so many times that you had no trouble finding her room. You pause outside of the door, anxious about going in, but you open it anyway. You have to stop yourself from crying when you do. The room smelled strongly of her cologne and it made you yearn for her. You place her jacket on the bed, neatly putting the note and ring box on top of it. With one last look around her room, you pull the door up behind you and head out. You end up taking a moment to linger, gazing around the building at all of the people enjoying their day. ‘Never change, Zaun. Never change.’ With a sudden thought, you head back over to Vander.

“Changed your mind?” Vander raises an eyebrow.

“No, but uh, can you tell the others that I won’t be seeing them later? Extra liaison business, I’m afraid.” You lie, “That I love them and I’m sorry for missing out on our drinks tonight?”

“Of course.” Vander nods, “Good luck with that stuff. You’ve always been so dedicated to your job. I admire that about you.”

“Thanks, Vander. I appreciate it.” You manage to smile at him before turning… and leaving The Last Drop once and for all.

The wind tugged at your dress as you stared listlessly into the dark waters below you. You know that your makeup is ruined, your tears washing it from your skin as you shake violently. You stopped trying to wipe them away when you reached the observation deck of the Sun Gate. The winter air bites at your skin through your coat and you shrug it off, hearing the heavy thing hit the deck. Nothing could provide you with the warmth that you had so desperately craved, so there was no point in wearing it. ‘Maybe someone who needs it will find it.’

You step over the railing, your hands clenching the freezing metal so tight that your knuckles turn even whiter than they already are. Your skin was as pale as it could be. Your regular skin tone had changed from your lack of sunlight and sleep making you look sickly. From where you stood, you knew that everyone would be better off without you. Vi would be better off without you in the way. The only thing keeping us from being together is my relationship with you. That memory. That single moment in your life had brought you to this point. This moment.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. ‘I love you. All of you.’ You think, fingers slowly loosening their grip. You hear the sounds of boots pounding against the deck, panicked shouts cutting through the silence.

“MISS! MISS! PLEASE COME BACK ONTO THE DECK!” You turn your head to see a handful of Enforcers looking at you with wide eyes.

“We found her atop the Western Sun Gate.” One of them speaks into their radio.

“Please.” The one from before steps forward, “Please, give me your hand.” You stare at them, feeling nothing. You turn back to look at the water, taking another deep breath as you glance at the Enforcers before you jump. The Enforcers scream as you do. The wind whips your dress around and the next thing you know is that you’re falling. You close your eyes, trying to block out the feeling of tumbling through the air. ‘They’ll be happier. They’ll all be happier.’

Suddenly, you feel hands close around your arms and your eyes snap open. You look up, speechless when you see Ekko and Powder holding onto you. There are tears running down their faces as they slowly stop you from falling, not wanting to accidentally break your arms.

“You can’t do this!” Powder shouts over the wind, “We can’t let you!”

“Our lives would not be better without you!” Ekko shakes his head, “We’d miss you too much! Who do you think holds this group together?!” They start pulling you back up towards the observation deck. You glance back down, heart sinking as you realize what you would’ve done.

“How… How…” You’re confused about how they found you. No one would have known until those Enforcers called you in. But, they wouldn’t have been able to get here that fast after the Enforcer radioed. So, how…?

“Vander told us that you seemed off.” Powder whimpers, “That was right before I found the note you left in Vi’s room when I went looking for my hair tie.” You reach the observation deck and you’re startled to see a small crowd waiting for you there. Sevika helps them pull you back onto the deck, but she doesn’t let go of you. Her and Eve work together to wrap you up in a blanket, making sure you’re not trembling anymore. Sevika effortlessly lifts you off of the floor and cradles you against her chest.

“I didn’t think we’d make it in time.” Ekko wipes the tears from his face, smudging his face paint, “I used my Zero Drive so we could. I-I-I can’t lose you, Y/n/n!” He stutters while wringing his hands, clearly distraught. You’re surprised by how upset everyone seems to be. You genuinely thought they’d be happy about you disappearing.

“We can’t lose you.” Sevika mutters, making you look at her, “We love you, Y/n. You’re our best friend. I have only been friends with you for such a short time but I care about you. Don’t you dare disappear on me now.” Your eyes widen when you see that she’s been crying.

“We love you more than you realize.” Eve says softly, leading the way to the elevator, “I know it hurts, and I can’t begin to imagine what you’re going through… but we’re here for you.” Those words trigger some part of your brain and you’re crying again. Your little group crowds into the elevator and you find your mind lifting from the fog it’s been in. ‘I jumped. I-I seriously jumped. If it wasn’t for Ekko’s Zero Drive I could be…’

“Exactly. My sister made that decision on her own. You weren’t the reason she did it, but I know it’s going to take time to realize that.” Powder sighs, “But, we’ll be there every step of the way.”

“You’re living with me.” Ekko crosses his arms, “I was going to ask you today, but now I’m not asking. You need support and you’re not able to get that on your own right now.”

“You’re right.” You whisper, feeling miserable that you would’ve put them through so much grief, “I’m sorry, guys.”

“Don’t apologize. Seriously.” Eve shakes her head, “Heartbreak like this isn’t something to overlook.” The elevator doors open and you’re greeted by Piltover’s Crisis Team and Grayson, “You need to lean on us, and we’ll be there.”

You were taken to Piltover’s care center where they ran a bunch of tests on you and got you under some heated blankets. You hadn’t even realized that you were still cold when Sevika was carrying you. They got you hooked up to a bunch of machines and started an IV line for you.

It took some time for the shaking to stop, but they were constantly checking your temperature and being very attentive. A psychiatrist had come in to talk to you about everything before leaving to meet up with Ekko. Since he was the person on your emergency forms, he’d be the one handling things.

You were visited by more people than you thought. Mel and Cassandra had come rushing to the hospital to see you. Both of them brought you flowers and said some heartfelt words that touched you. They didn’t know the extent of the issue, but they reassured you that they were here for you. Grayson had popped in to talk and you thanked her for what she did. She told you that while it was her job, you were a good friend of hers and it pained her to lose you. More people stopped by with Vander being the one who spent the most time with you.

“She’s going to have to stay here for a little while. Only until we get her vitals back to normal. She’s quite low on a lot of key minerals her body needs. Since she’s living with you, there’s no need to detain her here for observation past that.” You hear the doctor talking with Ekko in the background.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack, Y/n/n.” Vander sighs, smoothing down his beard, “When Powder screamed at me to contact Grayson, I feared the worst.”

“I’m sorry, Vander.” You frown, “Things have been… so hard. You know how much I love Vi and to see…”

“I know, lass.” Vander pats your arm, “I know.”

“Do you think she…will see the note?”

“Powder left it on her bed. She said that while you’re okay, Vi needs to understand what she’s done. And, I agree with her.” Vander crosses his arms, “She might come here looking for you… Would you want to see her?”

“…I’d like to talk to her. Yeah.” You nod after thinking for a bit, “The closure might help me move on.”

“I’ll let your bodyguards know.” Vander says as he stands.

“Bodyguards?” You furrow your brow.

“Do you really think Powder and Sevika left you?” Vander raises an eyebrow, “I heard they’re planning on sleeping outside your door.” He chuckles.

“Oh.” You blink. Vander flashes you an amused smile before he exits the room. You spend some time to yourself, thinking over the events of the day. Everyone thought you’d be upset that they stopped you, but you felt oddly okay. You weren’t upset, just tired. Very tired. Even though Vi cheated on you, even though you were heartbroken… you still loved her. Maybe that will change as time passes, but for now you have to work through your feelings. All of the people who showed up to support you helped put things into perspective. If they didn’t care about you enough to do what they did… you wouldn’t be here right now.

Your room door opens and your friends come flooding into the room. Ekko’s holding a tray of food in his hands and Eve helps him set it up for you. After being in the cold for so long, your body was weak so you’d have to try and get something into you. It was just a bowl of soup, but knowing the hospital it was packed with everything you’d need.

“Chicken and rice soup.” Ekko says when he catches you staring at it, “Do you… need one of us to help you eat?”

“…Please?” You whisper, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. They took turns helping you eat while filling the silence with jokes and funny stories. When you finished eating the topic ended back on what happened today, and it was a very emotional conversation. You realized that as long as you have your friends, you’ll be able to get through this no matter how long it takes. They’ve seen you at your lowest, literally lifting you out of a decision that would’ve changed everything… and they’re still here by your side. And that… that puts a smile back on your face.

“Oh! Y/n! Did I tell you that the Firelights covered Undesirable with paint and I covered them with glitter?” Powder chirps randomly making your eyes widen.

“You… what?” You blink, an amused smile tugging on your lips.

“We cornered them and covered them in paint with a glitter surprise.” Ekko snickers.

“And Sevika beat her up afterwards.” Eve smirks, “It wasn’t planned but it happened the same day.”

“You didn’t!” You gasp, head snapping to Sevika.

“I did.” Sevika shrugs, “She couldn’t walk correctly for a week.”

“I- …Thank you?” You question unsurely.

“You’re welcome.” They chorus. Yeah… your friends will help you get through this.

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