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Want You Back | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Inspired by Want You Back by Maisie Peters

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Over a year ago, Y/n started hunting with the boys. Her and Dean's friendship became more than anything she ever had before. Then he hurt her like never before. The worst part was she didn't really care.

Takes place somewhere in season 6 after Sam got his soul back. Flashbacks are during season five.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cursing (minimal), canon-level violence, few innuendos, and mentions of things. Reader is kinda sad and desperate. Angst. no happy ending :(

A/N: Hi!! After a year of trying to write a complete fic to post, I finally did it. Please excuse any grammar or spelling errors, I relied on Grammarly lol Also I had no idea how to write the action scenes but tried my best. I really don't know if this is worth much but I had so much fun writing sooo I hope you enjoy it!! (gif not mine)

March 2010

Y/n’s phone buzzed, drawing her attention from the hunter drunkenly blabbering in her ear. They’d just wrapped up a quick hunt, a werewolf somewhere in northern Montana. She didn’t even really know the guy but Bobby had given him her number to ask for help. She agreed, not really having anything more to do. He was fine for a hunter, other than he never shut up and was getting too handsy for her liking, and him being on his fifth drink wasn’t helping.

She opened the message, not recognizing the number. Bobby had to stop handing it out to whoever.

“Hey, Sweetheart. Whatcha up to?”

The phone fell into her lap. There was only one person she ever let get away with calling her that, or anything really, and he didn’t come around often.

“Depends, who is this?”

The response was almost immediate.

“Don’t do me like that, Y/n”

She could almost see his stupid grin on the screen and had to look away to control the heat rising in her face. Within five seconds and two texts, Dean Winchester had turned her into a giggling schoolgirl with a crush.

“I’m at a bar, what do you want?”

“Ah, a girl after my own heart. Which one? I wanna see you.”

In any other universe, she would have assumed he had ulterior motives. She had the first few times she’d received that text but ended up spending the night hiding her disappointment. He only wanted to see her. He’d meet with her wherever she was. A bar, a motel, a diner.

They’d spend hours talking about everything. She’d tell him stories of her recent hunts and the hunters she was stuck helping. He’d tell her of whatever they’d been facing. On rare occasions, when it was super late and they were sprawled on her bed, in a half-drunken stupor, he’d tell her about Sam or their dad. He’d mention their childhood and what he was put through. One night, he even mentioned a girl named Cassie, he skirted around details but Y/n understood.

They’d fall asleep like that, on top of the covers of a dirty motel bed. The next morning, he’d take her to breakfast, hug her goodbye, and then he was gone.

Her phone buzzed in her hand again.

“I miss you.”

Her blood ran cold as she stared at the screen. He’d definitely never said that before. They just never went there and maybe this wasn’t him going there but it was different. Without another thought, she sent him the address.

Present, April 2011

“What Dean did wasn’t ok, you know that right?” Sam said through the phone. “He never should’ve left like that. We just really could use your and Bobby’s help on this case.”

Y/n sighed in response. What could she even say? That she knew, that she understood. That it still didn’t matter because even through all of the anger and hurt, she’d take him back tomorrow.

Not that he’d ever actually been hers. It was only half a spring, barely two months.

It didn’t matter either way. There was a job to be done and she had to do it. She could put her feelings aside for a few days.

“He always left like that, not like I’m surprised.”

“Look, I’ve gotta go but please, Y/n, call us if you need anything. We’ll be there soon.“

“Bye, Sam.”

The call ended, leaving Y/n leaning against the railing of Bobby’s porch. The early spring wind whipped around her and she hugged her flannel closer, looking out onto the empty road.

It had been over a year since she’d seen either of them. She knew of everything that happened to them. Sam going to hell and coming back without a soul. Dean, living a normal life for over a year with a woman and her kid.

Y/n didn’t know her, only hearing about the situation from Sam and Bobby in passing. She knew her name was Lisa and that Dean cared for her. Maybe more. She knew that Dean had promised Sam to live a normal life after he jumped into the cage. And she was happy that he got a year of peace. She was.

She could picture him helping in the kitchen, wearing an apron with flour smeared across his face. He’d probably set up family movie nights and weekend outings and birthday dinners. He’d been happy and okay. Against all odds, he had gotten out.

That didn’t stop the wave of hurt that washed over at the thought of him, all domestic and soft.

The click of the door opening pulled her out of her thoughts. Bobby stood there, a knowing look on his face.

“C’mon kid, let’s see if we can figure out something before those boys get here.”

A few hours later, Y/n stared at the book in her lap. She’d been rereading the same paragraph for thirty minutes. Every time she’d get drawn into the book, the house would creak or the wind would blow and she’d be snapped out of it.

She kept waiting for the door to open, for footsteps to trail down the foyer and into the living room. She couldn’t even begin to prepare for what the next few days were going to be like. Her only plan was to act as normal as possible, which was already proving to be difficult.

A pit formed in her stomach, there was a lump in her throat and her head was clouded. The whole room was hazy and it felt like she was watching herself exist.

She didn’t even realize she was crying until something wet hit her hands and slid onto her jeans. She quickly wiped her eyes and tried to focus on the book again. The lines blurred together as more tears filled her eyes.

God, she was sitting here crying over some guy. She was a grown woman, she had to get over this. It was pathetic at this point.

“You know, what Dean did was wrong. Leaving like that, not telling you what happening.” Bobby said, walking into the room, a stack of books in his hands. “I love the kid but he’s a real dick sometimes.”

He meant well but she swore if one more person said that Dean had done bad, she was going to go crazy.

She knew that. More than anyone, she knew. She was the one who spent months hunting with him, helping him and Sam figure out how to save the damn world. They’d spent nights wrapped up in each other, more than ever before. Farther than before.

She was the one who woke up to an empty bed with no trace of him anywhere. He never responded to a call or a text. Never even let her know he was alive.

He’d left like an assassin.

Part of her couldn’t even blame him. It probably had been for the best because if he’d told her what the plan had been, she’d have begged.

In the end, he’d got to be a coward and she salvaged some amount of self-respect.

“I know, Bobby.” She said, giving him a small smile, “I know.”

The door creaked causing Y/n to jump, earning her a concerned look from Bobby.

She smiled at him again, trying to reassure him. She could tell he’d been worried about her lately. He was justified in it. She’d been on edge and closed off for the last year and a half.

She took a deep breath and steadied herself. She’d known these boys for the better part of her life, it wasn’t a big deal.

Sam rounded the corner first, entering with a slight grin. His eyes immediately found hers and without warning he pulled her off the couch and into his arms.

Y/n let out a surprised laugh as her feet dangled off the ground and the life was squeezed out of her.

“I missed you too, Sam.” She said, unable to hold back more laughter, “Put me down now.”

Her feet hit the floor and Sam stepped back. She looked him over, still smiling.

“I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Yeah, me too.”

A set of footsteps grew louder causing Y/n to look up, only for her to meet two green eyes.

The breath was knocked out of her and she was all too aware of the pit in her stomach again.

Ignoring the pairs of eyes on her, She spun on her heel to face Bobby.

“Let’s get started?”

March 2010

“I call shotgun!” Y/n yelled as they walked out of the diner and took off towards the Impala.

She was probably being unfair. She’d barely shared the passenger side in the few weeks she’d been with the boys. Sam was getting huffy about it, she could tell but she enjoyed the view more from the front. Sitting in the back she’d miss the way Dean’s hands looked gripping the steering wheel, the way his lips moved as he mouthed the lyrics to whatever was on the radio, or the way his eyes would flicker to hers for just a split second.

Dean had also finally let her DJ and she didn’t plan on giving that rare privilege away anytime soon.

“C'mon, dude. It's my turn.” Sam whined, “My legs are starting to cramp.”

Sam beat her to the car which wasn’t surprising since he was literally the size of one. She was close to giving in when an arm landed on her shoulder. Dean nudged Sam out of the way, ignoring his protests, and opened the door.

“Sorry, Sammy.” Dean’s eyes never left hers as she slid into the seat, “Need my Darlin’ by my side.”

Present, April 2011

Cracked wooden planks creaked under Y/n’s feet as she followed the boys and Bobby into the abandoned house. It was pitch black. She blinked her eyes, trying to adapt to the lack of lighting.

According to Sam, a nest of vamps had been holed up there for weeks. They’d started leaving a trail of bodies, teens who’d come through as a dare or curiosity. She didn’t know the exact numbers racked up in that time but it was enough for Sam and Dean to ask for help.

Dean motioned for them to split up, two taking the downstairs and two going up. She went to follow behind Sam who had taken off into the next room but Bobby beat her to it. She would’ve fought back but it wasn’t exactly like she could cause a scene right then.

She followed Dean up the stairs, cringing every time the stairs groaned underneath their feet.

Dean slowed as he hit the final step before a long, dark hallway. Y/n was a step behind him. His body nearly covered her. She shifted to the side to peer around him.

Both raised their machetes, trying to keep their breathing quiet as they waited for any sign of movement.

A crash came from down the hall. Dean started towards the sound, Y/n following close behind. The complete darkness put them on edge. Being minus one sense in a house of at least ten fanged bastards, not fun.

The floorboard creaked behind her causing her to flip around, just in time to dodge the first vampire of the night.

She swung her machete, hitting its arm. Distracted, she brought down the weapon. Its head hit the floor.

Dean yelled out from behind her. She flung herself around to hear him fighting off, what she guessed was three on his own. Her presence seemed to catch the attention of one of them because it charged at her.

She dodged, the vamp lunged again grabbing her by the arm. She twisted out of its grasp. Using the angle to her advantage, she swiped her leg around, knocking it off balance. Its head rolled away as its body hit the ground.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and turned to try to find Dean. She still couldn’t see him but she could hear him panting a few feet away.

She was yanked forward. Hands gripped her forearms tight enough to leave bruises and slammed into the wall. Her head buzzed on impact and she forced herself to stay upright. Its fangs grazed her neck and then its head dropped to the floor.

Dean stood in front of her, so close she could feel him breathing, rather than hearing it. Without thinking, she reached out to him and landed on his arm. She went to pull away but his other hand grasped her wrist, holding her in place.

“Thanks.” She breathed, “You good?”

“Yeah, You?”

She wished she could see him, make sure he was being truthful. He didn’t exactly have the best track record with honesty. But in the dark, she had no choice but to trust him.

“I’m fine.” There were definitely bruises forming in her arms and her head was still spinning but she’d had worse.

Dean’s hand dropped her wrist. She ignored the deflated feeling in her chest and dropped her arm back to her side.

Without warning, he ran his hands over her arms and up her shoulders. She tried to pull away but he didn’t stop.

“What are you doing?” She whisper-yelled.

“I literally heard you hit the wall, Y/n,” He said, running his hands over her head, checking for any bumps.

“I am fine.” She tried to swat him away but he grabbed her wrists mid-air and pulled them to his chest.

The air was humid around them. She heard him panting. Leather and sweat invaded her senses. Any focus she had before vanished.

He was here, touching her, after so long.

Silence enveloped them. The only noise was their panting.

This was wrong. Sam and Bobby were probably fighting for their life downstairs and here they were, doing whatever this was.

She was about to pull away when a loud yell came from downstairs.

The moment was broken. They took off down the hallway and stairs. Staying close to not get lost in the dark.

They hit the last few steps as a vampire, charged at them.

Dean swung his machete and it fell to the floor.

They moved further into the first floor of the home, finding Sam and Bobby fighting off at least four vamps each.

They split up, him going to Bobby and her going to Sam.

None of the vampires were aware of her yet. She grabbed the syringe of deadman’s blood out of her pocket and plunged the needle into the closet to her.

Now they knew she was there.

Two turned towards her giving Sam time to take down his remaining one.

Both charged at her, hissing. She ran in between them.She flipped around, slicing the blade in an arc. The one on her left doubled over at the impact.

She swung.

The right one lunged at her. She pivoted and cut the blade up.

Its head hit the floor.

She looked around the room, a slight beam of moonlight flooded the house now. She made out Sam helping Bobby up from the floor, right as Dean took down the last vampire.

The room was silent other than everyone trying to catch their breath.

Dean’s eyes found hers. She forced herself to look away. Sam interrupted the non-moment.

“Time for drinks?”

Y/n and the boys decided to go out. They were leaving soon but everyone needed time to wash off and get ready.

She dragged the black liner across her eyelid, double-checking to see if it smeared the shimmery brown eyeshadow she’d already put on. The cracks in the old mirror made it kind of hard to perfect the make-up but it would have to do. She already changed from her bloodied hunting clothes into a clean pair of jeans with a simple tank top. She didn’t own much and traveled with less.

“Broke mirrors are bad luck, ya know?”

Dean leaned against the doorframe, flannel pulled taut around his crossed arms.

She ignored the pit that had reappeared in her stomach and continued applying her lipstick. She flipped through ideas for a response. She could yell at him to get out or cry about how much he hurt her. Instead, she opted to act like nothing was wrong.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who broke it.” She said, shoveling her makeup back into the bag, still never meeting his eye. She stood and gathered the rest of her stuff into a neat pile on her bed. Her back was completely towards him.

She heard him walk into the room and the door clicked shut.

“Y/n, look at me.”

She turned around and looked up at him. Her eyebrows raised like he was boring her. In reality, she was struggling to breathe. Her hands shook and a lump was stuck in her throat.

Her eyes glanced over his face. His jaw was set but eyes were soft. She knew where this was going.

Dean took a deep breath before starting.

“Look, what I did-”

“Do not finish that sentence, Dean Winchester.” She spat.

“I just-”

“No. You don’t get to say anything. You don’t get to say that what you did was wrong or how sorry you are. You don’t think I don’t know that what you did was wrong? Everyone keeps telling me that. Bobby, Sam and now you. They kept telling me how horrible of you that was like it wasn’t me. Like I wasn’t the one who spent months with you, like I didn't help you figure out how to stop the fucking apocalypse. Like I didn’t stitch you up after every hunt or spend every car ride next to you. Like I wasn’t the one who would hold you after you woke up screaming or it wasn’t me who spent every single night in your fucking sheets.”

Every ounce of refrain she’d worked to keep was gone. Hot tears were streaming down her face as her eyes bored into his. He didn’t try to interrupt her but his jaw twitched and body tensed.

“Like it wasn’t me who woke up two months later to an empty bed. You were gone, Dean. You left without a word. No text, no note. Nothing. You fucking left me. And then I found out you were with some other girl for a year? So yeah, I know that what you did was bad.”

Somewhere in her speech, she’d moved close enough for their chest to touch. Her finger was stabbing into his chest. He didn’t move, was barely breathing but she wasn’t finished.

“Maybe it was cheap to you, or maybe it was some fling to pass the time but it was real to me. It was all I had. You were all I had.” Her voice broke at the last word and she dropped her hand. Her head fell as she cried. Over a year of built-up heartbreak exploding in one moment was too much.

His hand found hers and placed it back on his chest. She looked back up at him, his other hand reaching out to cup her cheek. She closed her eyes as his thumb wiped away the remaining tears.

“Do you want to know what the worst part is?” She whispered, eyes still shut. “I’d be yours again if you wanted. If you asked. How pathetic is that?”

“Y/n.”

She opened her eyes to look at him despite her embarrassment.

“You are anything but cheap or pathetic.” His voice was thick and his eyes were glassy. She’d seen him in so many different states but she’d never seen so much emotion written across his face.

“Ask me then. Ask me to come with you.”

His expression darkened and he dropped his hand from her face. He took a step back and looked away.

“It’s not that easy.” He said, shaking his head. “It's never that easy.”

She let out a bitter laugh.

She wasn’t even surprised. She should’ve been disappointed or furious but she was just over it. She was tired and desperate. And if she couldn’t have him, he needed to go.

She wiped a hand down her face and glanced back into the mirror assessing the damage her outburst caused. She started wiping off the messed-up liner before starting to reapply. Dean stood behind her, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Get out.” She said without hesitation, her voice as steady as possible.

He opened his mouth as if to speak but shut it. He walked towards the door but stopped with his hand on the doorknob.

“For what it's worth, I am sorry.”

The buzz of conversation filled the packed-out bar. Sam found them a small booth in the corner and was now talking about a new piece of lore he’d found about some Egyptian god. Most of the time, she loved hearing what he had to say but right now all she could focus on was Dean's hand trailing up and down the woman’s hip. He never even sat down with them, finding himself a spot at the bar, next to a pretty blonde. She’d watched for half an hour now as he grinned at the girl, whispered in her ear, and bought her a drink.

She wanted to puke or cry or both. She decided to get drunk instead.

She went to take a sip of her beer only to realize it was empty. Motioning to Sam she was going to get another, she slid out of the booth and made her way to the opposite side of the bar from Dean.

She planned to order a shot of some vodka and another beer but she couldn’t catch the attention of either bartender.

A body bumped up against hers causing her to stumble. A hand wrapped around her waist to catch her. She almost jerked away but she looked up to find a familiarly unfamiliar pair of dark green eyes and dark blonde hair.

The man was by far the prettiest she’d seen all night.

“I am so sorry, It's packed in here. Isn’t it? Nowhere to stand.” He had a slight southern drawl and a boyish charm about him.

“It is. Can’t seem to even order a drink.” She smiled at him.

“You see, now that had to be fate or something because I was just wantin’ to buy you one.” He grinned and waited, almost seeing if she’d allow it. His hand was still on her but she found she didn’t really mind.

The room was fuzzy and she could only make out the man in front of her. Even then, he was a little hazy and she had no idea what he was saying, only that his mouth looked pretty as he said it.

Y/n didn’t know how long it’d been since the handsome stranger volunteered to feed into her night of drunkenness or even how many she’d had so far. She vaguely remembered him buying her the first shot and then the second and maybe a third. They made small talk, she gave some bullshit story about what she did for work and where she was from. Somewhere in between she had a fourth, fifth, and sixth one.

And somewhere between the seventh and now, she’d lost track of Dean. She didn’t even know if he was still there. She did know that the new guy made her feel ok, at least for now. His hands never left her and the drinks never seemed to end.

She could barely remember the events of the day. Maybe by tomorrow, she wouldn’t remember any of it, or at least a girl could hope.

But right now, she didn’t feel like crying or throwing up as long as she didn’t think of it.

She decided in her drunken haze that maybe this was what she needed. So when the stranger asked her if she wanted to leave, she agreed. And when he leaned down to kiss her, she let him.

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i520u · 11 months

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impulsive thoughts ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

there’s a season 4??? omg i was just about to cancel my netflix subscription LOL also i didn’t proofread this so my bad if there are grammar or spelling errors i’m sooo sleepy rn but thank you for requesting! <3

ricky x gn!reader, fluff(?), enemies to lovers, one-shot

masterlist

request is open!

your heart was beating out of your chest as your uber finally stopped in front of the gates of your university. if it wasn’t for ricky shen and his idiots of a group of friends constantly being late last semester, your university would have never updated their policy of not giving attendance to any students who came to class later than 10 minutes within the scheduled lecture session.

“fuck.” you muttered under your breath as you started bolting to your campus. the large compound was not helping at all with you already being 5 minutes late. you wished you ran more in the mornings, or maybe went to the gym more often — why were you already out of breath?

as you continued running, even climbing 2 flights of stairs because the lifts were taking forever, you were quickly approaching a bunch of people ahead of you walking in a slow pace. “excuse me,” you said in a slightly loud voice, it worked for most of the part as most of the students moved out of the way — except for one.

of course it had to be him. nothing could ever get through his thick head it seemed. as a result of bumping into ricky, his phone fell out of his hands, followed by a loud thud that you swore the entire hallway could hear as the device hit the floor. “what the hell?” he mumbled as he looked behind him in complete shock.

his face distorted into what could only be described as disgust when he was met with the sight that unfolded before his eyes. you. “do you not watch where you’re going?” he asked, a lace of sarcasm was palpable in the tone of his voice. if you had more than 3 minutes before you were officially declared absent, you would’ve retorted back; but you didn’t.

rolling your eyes, you continued speed walking, thankful that you made to class in time. so did ricky, unfortunately. there wasn’t much seats left given that you were late which made you have no other choice but to sit together with ricky at the same table. you didn’t want to spare him any look as you know you’d die out of disgust for him, so your eyes wandered to his phone on the table.

it had a prominent crack across the screen, and you were almost 100% sure you caused that. you pressed your lips together, a pang of guilt suddenly washing over you the longer you stared at his phone. you knew he could easily afford a new one, but you were a bigger person than him, and you acknowledge your mistake unlike him.

but at the same time, you did not want to apologise to him. not because he doesn’t deserve it — you just don’t want people thinking you’re friends with him if they saw the two of you talking.

you didn’t hate him at first, but seeing the way he acted at the beginning of the year was enough reason for you to hate him — and the fact that he’s just never had anything nice to say to you amplified your hatred even more.

letting out a soft sigh, you muster up all the courage to apologise to him, because once again you are a bigger person than he’ll ever be, and you admit to your mistakes. your hand reached out to his, gently tapping it to get his attention.

ricky’s eyes darted to the side when he felt your touch, he was almost taken aback. if he gave it a thought, this was the first time the two of you had ever had any kind of physical contact. he gave you a slight head tilt, motioning you to explain why you wanted his attention in the first place.

upon seeing the way he reacted to you trying to call him, you fought back the urge to roll your eyes at how brazen he was. “sorry for breaking the screen of your phone.” you pointed, your voice sounded sincere to him. ricky almost scoffed at your apology, though. were you actually apologising? over something so small? he wasn’t even holding it against you, since his phone has had that crack since over a month now.

he was going to explain to you that you weren’t the one that caused the cracked screen — but an evil idea had popped into his mind right before he could say anything nice. it was like he was physically incapable of being nice for any longer than 3 seconds.

a smirk started to form on his face as he looked you in the eyes, which almost made you back away from him completely. if you were not in the middle of apologising, you would’ve definitely said something smart-assy to him by now.

you gave him a weird look as he narrowed his eyes, “are you really though? sorry?” he asked, leaning his face closer to you. you had to look around the class for a quick second to make sure that you weren’t actually the only one in the class, and that this was actually happening to you. you leaned into your chair to back away from him, nodding your head as you do so, “i–i am…?” what was intended to be a statement turned into a question instead.

hearing the uncertainty in your voice gave ricky more leeway to tease you, “you sound unsure yourself,” his face was smug as he leaned back, finally giving you room to breathe normally. “can you just accept my apology like a normal person?” you retorted, you physically couldn’t stop yourself from saying something snarky to him as he had successfully gotten on your nerve with the sudden invasion of privacy he just did.

his head immediately turned to look at you, almost shocked that you had said something rude not a minute after apologising to him. a part of him wanted to laugh too, you were making his job way too easy.

he shrugged as his gaze returned to the powerpoint slideshow your professor had opened up. “seems like you’re not actually sorry,” he paused, raising his phone to your eye level. “this isn’t cheap to fix, you know.” he finished, another sly smile forming on his lips.

“god, what do you want me to do then?” you scoffed, not actually meaning what you had just said. ricky held back a laugh, “if you were really sorry, you’d let me kiss you,” he didn’t actually mean it, though. he just wanted to see you flustered and embarrassed. his gaze once again diverted to you so he could catch a glimpse of your reaction.

your eyes were wide as you tried to process what he had just said, and if you had actually heard it correctly. but he said it loud and clear — there was no way you heard it wrong. “are you serious?” you asked in disbelief. ricky nodded, winking at you afterwards. “ricky, fuck you.” you bursted, rolling your eyes at his demeanour.

“would you, though?” he continued, his annoying smile only widened. “you’re so annoying.” you added, hoping one of your words would at least make him stop talking to you. you weren’t even sure why you were still entertaining him. ricky leaned closer to you once more, “and you’re not actually sorry, because if you were, you’d do as i ask.” he whispered, a soft chuckle following him at the end of the sentence.

your professor, all the way at the front, all of a sudden had shut the lights off inside the auditorium. he was telling the class of a 10-minute tutorial video he was about to show for everyone to see.

an idea popped into your mind at that very moment, seeing it as an opportunity. it wasn’t like anyone was gonna see the two of you in the big, and dark auditorium — and ricky was already inches away from your face. you decided to let your impulsive thoughts win this time — and for a good reason! you convinced yourself

swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you quickly grabbed ricky’s face — not giving it much thought if you were being harsh. ricky’s eyes were still adjusting to the dark when you suddenly started tightly grabbing his face. the next thing he knew, he could feel the warmth of your breath on his lips.

you could somehow smell ricky’s breath — it was sweet, contrary to his characteristics of a complete degenerate. his lips were soft, and he almost immediately kissed you back. you expected nothing less from someone like him, of course he was an extremely good kisser.

before you got carried away, you immediately broke off the kiss. you tried your hardest to look tough, glaring at him although you weren’t really sure if he could see you. “now stop bothering me.” you warned him. your eyes finally diverting to the big screen in front of you.

ricky wanted to say something to annoy you, but he was genuinely too stunned to form any sort of coherent words. for the first time in his life, he decided to stay quiet. he was completely shocked that you would actually kiss him, without giving it a second though or whatever.

and he was taken aback by how good you were at kissing, it almost made him want to kiss you again. but you hated him, so he couldn’t do that. his heart was banging in his chest, he could physically hear it. but he wasn’t supposed to feel this way? you hate him. and he likes making you find more things to hate about him.

he turned to look at you again, to make sure the kiss had actually happened. to his surprise, you were also stealing glances from him. the two of you immediately looked away, eyes widened at the awkward eye contact. what just happened?

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 6 months

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Fnaf Movie thoughts!

I wanted to ramble some of thoughts and theories I had about the Fnaf Movie.

Cause the brainrot is real and won't leave my brain.

(wow just read back that sentence. Excuse any grammar errors or dumb shit, I'm still very sick)

Below the cut will feature heavy spoilers, so unless you want to be spoiled of the major twists this movie has, I would recommend wait to read this.

I unfortunately couldn't see the movie in my theatres, cause I got horribly sick and wasn't able to get the full theatre experience.

I was able to watch on Peacock, with all my fnaf plushies with a super sinus clogged headache, so that's the mindset I had. lol

Anyway.. Movie time

I absolutely LOVED Mike and Abby. First off.

I didn't even mind a lot of time of the movie was spent AWAY from Freddy's. Because so much is just about learning about Mike and his family and connection to Abby.

Sure, we could have spent the WHOLE movie at Freddy's. But that is not what this movie is about. And it's clearly trying to tell a bigger mystery and this felt a very introduction friendly entry point to anyone confused about the fnaf lore.

I love how completely obsessed Mike is with Dream theory. To the point he's taking heavy duty sleeping pills on his job that he clearly doesn't need and just is doing it so he can relive his dreams/fabricated memories.

The intro credits with the 8-bit style graphics of the minigames in fnaf2-4??? Like bro? I cried. That was so iconic and they fill in the backstory for the purple guy, who actually appears as his sprite??? Like... Man iconic.

Also... Dude... Mike Schmitt in the movie is like... what the Fans wanted Mike in the games to be for YEARS. Like... Mike in the games is nothing. He's a silent face. We know so little about him, and everything else is purely speculative. Even the whole "he was foxy bro and has regret over his brother" ...That's all theory and not confirmed. As far as we know, Crying child and his brother might not even be Afton kids.

But this Mike is EXACTLY the motivations we wanted Mike to have? If that makes sense? He laments his brother was taken at a young age and expresses regret and motivation to want to get him back. he has the motivations that the fandom built for him for years and ran with it, and I LOVE THAT.

FNAF Movie actually gives good reasons why Mike comes back every night, as said in Living Tombstone's iconic song "why do you want to stay?" Cause of his regrets with his brother and his obsession with dream theory and doesn't realize the animatronics are a threat until like... night four.

THE ANIMATRONICS?? THE PUPPETS??? THEY LOOK SO GOOD??? HECK YEAH!!!!

I SCREAMED when I recognized Matpat's voice, and then I saw his face. Reconized him for his voice WAY before I saw his face. I didn't think he'd have a speaking or face cameo and get to say his iconic "it's just a theory" line and about food too??? King shit.

Letting the animatronics have moments where they can just be cute and friendly as well as creepy and bloodthirsty is so great! I want to give them all pets.

THE CHILD ACTORS ARE ALL SO GOOD! To the point you don't even notice! It's often hard to get children to play a convincing performance, but these children acted really well! They must have a real talented director who knew how to get the best of their child actors. You don't even realize that the child actors are great, cause they're so good it's unnoticeable. AMAZING

VANESSA BEING WILLIAM AFTON'S DAUGHTER IS NOTHING SHORT OF BRILLIANT!!!!

I MEAN, I SCREAMED WHEN SHE SAID "William Afton My father"

I was screaming about this in my group chat.

I was screaming for a thousand years.

AND IT makes sense why the cops never found the bodies. Vanessa is a cop! She's covering for her father!

I absolutely LOVE what a girl failure Vanessa is too!

Like she shows up, HEAVILY flirts with Mike (like she was laying it on so thick my demisexual ass was picking up on her vibe) and just shows up to give him exposition on the FNAF lore. fheogheahf. Like. It's great.

(no doubt she was flirting heavily with Mike at the start due to manipulation from her father, I do believe it grows to genuine fondness later)

I've heard people complain about her flipflop nature... BUT THAT's the POINT!

(a literal arcade game in security breach.)

She let Abby play with the animatronics, knowing it was dangerous. Her original plan was to kill Mike, but she changes her plans when she sees he has a kid. (who she thought was his daughter at first) It was only after Abby got injured by Accident, she realized that what a danger she posed by brining them here at all. She only threatened to shoot Mike because she hoped that such an extreme threat would get him to quit. She even tells him about how many security guards quit. But it doesn't.

She even said she tried to warn in her own way. She's terrified of her father. And we get deep foreshadowing about that throughout the movie.

I really hope that in some sequels we will get to see Vanny at some point. Maybe even Springtrap and Vanny working together in the same movie??? CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS?!?!? I WOULD GO FERAL

Anyway, Vanessa is such a girl failure and my girl blorbo. I support her and her woman's wrongs

The minor look of regret after Will stabs his daughter... peak cinema.

The springlock scene... The quiet of the stabs, giving such a realistic collapse... the "I always come back" ...Embracing the monster he knows he is. He is the mask. He isn't hiding behind the mask, like he is being Steve. he is the mask now. Just... Chefs kiss.

The animatronics dragging springtrap away mirrors the ending of Silver Eyes so well, and I'm glad, because that was the best part of the Silver eyes. <3

THE LIVING TOMBSTONE GOT TOP BILLING FOR THE FIRST CREDITS SONG! PERFECT

Garret is 100% going to be the Puppet in the Movie Series. He was the one taken in the car, the spelling out in the minigame sounds at the very end says: "COME FIND HIM" And after Living Tombstone ends, the credits music fades into Grandfather's clock music box... Puppet's song..... Garret will be the Puppet in this universe and I so look forward to that.

I enjoyed the movie. I'm glad that they left the overarching mystery of Garret open to be explored in the sequel.

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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 1

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It's that moment you've all been waiting for bessssties! 🥺 I just want to thank everyone for your support. It truly means a lot to me. ❤️ I've been wanting to try to write a Bradley x reader story, but I was so nervous! But I really hope you all enjoy this first part! 😭 I love you all! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. 🥰 Happy reading! 💕

A/n: This is a flashback chapter for a little background! Enjoy! (sorry for poor grammar. I'm sure I missed a lot of errors lol.)

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: cursing, drinking, throwing up, fainting, angst (If there are more I'm sorry I literally can't remember all of them 🥺)

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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You and Bradley had met each other in college, both taking engineering classes at Virginia. You two became awfully close and were inseparable. You felt in your gut he was it and you thought so too when he introduced you to his uncle Pete, or Mav, his callsign he was given being a pilot in the Navy. He was all the family he had. Bradley always said Mav was like a dad to him growing up. He said he wanted to be just like Mav and his dad. He wanted to fly just like them. You were the happiest girl in the world and nothing could ever change that as long as you had Bradley…..

Isn’t 21 supposed to be fun? You had been so stressed and sad ever since Bradley was deployed. This was his first deployment since being in the Navy. You spent all your days home slumped on the couch binge-watching every show possible to pass the time, but I don’t think you could watch another year worth of TV shows… or maybe you could? Bri, your best friend, and roommate planned for you and a couple of others to go to the Hard Deck to get you out for some fun. So against your will, you went and had some drinks and finally started to let loose and have fun.

Some drinks later, you felt a wave of sickness hit you when you were out at the Hard Deck with your friends. You thought maybe it was the drinking not sitting well with you. You were never really good with holding your liquor. So you excused yourself to the bathroom. You barely made it before you were falling to your knees head in the toilet throwing up everything you had in your stomach. You felt dizzy and began to throw up again. The room was spinning and you just laid up against the wall until everything was still. You finally gathered yourself and made your way to the mirror. You rinsed with some water and wiped your mascara that was now running down your face. You popped in a mint and straightened out your shirt before you went back out to meet with your friends. You tapped on your best friends shoulder and let her know you were going to head home.

Y/n: “Hey girl, I’m not feeling very great.” You let her know, your eyes were still glossy. “I think im going to head home.”

Bri: “Oh no! Are the shots of whiskey catching up with you?” She looked at you concerned. “I can take you, I haven't had anything to drink tonight.” She offered looking around for some water.

She handed you some water and you drank the whole glass. You started to feel unstable. “I’m never drinking like that again.” You thought to yourself.

Y/n: “Please? That would be great! I’m feeling a little dizzy again.” You said starting to sweat.

Bri:”Of course, let me just grab my things.” She said as she turned to grab her purse.

You started to feel weak, you sat on the barstool near you and began to blackout. “Oh my gosh! Y/n!” Was the last thing you heard before you hit the floor.

You woke up on your couch the next morning, smelling like the whisky you had the night before. You were sweating all the alcohol out of your system. Your best friend came over to you with a banana shake and some ibuprofen.

Bri: “Hey sleepyhead. How are you feeling?” She said as she handed you the shake and medicine.

Y/n: “Like a million bucks.” You said as you took the medicine and chugged down the shake. “What happened to me?” You folded your arms and sat back against the couch.

Bri: “You had quite the ride last night. You passed out face first into the barstool next to you, after you asked me to take you home.” She laughed. “How is your head?” She sat at your feet and rubbed your leg.

Y/n: “It feels fine, I had way too much to drink last night.” You put your face in your hands. “Never let me do that again please.” You said In embarrassment.

You looked over to the patio door and saw how bright it was. “What time is it?”

You pulled out your phone and looked at the time, 2 PM. “Great, I missed the opportunity to text Brad before he went to bed.” You threw your phone next to you and laid back again.

Bri stayed quiet for a little bit and bit down on her lip before asking, “Do you think he will actually respond this time?”

Y/n: “He’s working in a completely different place and time zone. I know he will respond when he can.” You smiled weakly knowing its already been 2 weeks and nothing from him. Not even an “I’m here now" email, text, call, messenger bird, something.

More time passed and you started to feel really sad again, you had no energy. You barely were eating and when you did, you would just throw up. You didn’t feel like yourself. You just felt off. You were sad because it had almost been another month and you hadn’t gotten anything from Bradley, you almost started resenting him.

You couldn’t figure out what it was. You two were so happy when he was here, it seemed he had the same feelings you were feeling. But now just the cold shoulder, you were getting nothing. It's like he got what he wanted from you and now he’s done. Like you were his “just in the moment, while he was home” kind of person. You always gave him the benefit of the doubt and would say he’s just getting used to everything with being away, settling in, getting used to the work and the hours. You just wanted to feel better about the situation. You knew Bradley wouldn’t hurt you like that. You always said when he has the time, he will get back to you. But more and more time kept passing. You kept calling/texting/emailing and nothing. You started to think that maybe he changed his number and forgot to tell you.

It’s been 2 1/2 months and still nothing from Bradley. You started to text and call him less. You started to just try to get back to your life before him. At this point you were mad at him, making you wait, putting you constantly into a bad head space; wondering if something bad had happened to him. You were beyond hurt. You were being left in the dark on purpose now.

Tonight, you and Bri went out to the Hard Deck to have a couple of drinks. The two of you sat at the bar having conversation with Penny. You all were just having causal conversation and Mav came in and sat down with you. He hugged you and Bri and gave Penny a kiss.

Mav: “Hey Y/n. How have you been with Bradley gone on his deployment?” He said with a loving smile.

Y/n: “I actually am fine.” You said monotoned then pressed your lips together and giving him a small smile.

Mav cocked his head at you and looked a little concerned at the tone of your voice. “Do you get to talk to each other as much as you’d like?” His eyes now narrowed at you and took a sip of his drink Penny had just given to him.

Y/n: “We haven’t talked since he’s left.” You took a deep breath. “He doesn’t respond to any of my calls or texts.” You said now looking down at your drink, counting the ice cubes.

Mav: “Oh I see.” He looked at Penny with wide eyes and she gave him the same look back.

Bri saw their exchanges with each other. “What’s going on, Mav?” She said now eyeing the both of them.

Mav opened his mouth slightly and looked at Penny who now turned around to serve some Pilots that just walked in. “I, uh..” He stopped. “I can’t imagine…he doesn’t have the time. I have a buddy of mine who’s son is out there with him and I talk to him all the time. I don’t really talk to Bradley very much anymore, but my buddy’s son is always out with him during their free time after work.” He started to tap his finger on this glass and looked at you nervously.

Your head shot up to him saying that he LITERALLY has some free time. You furrowed your brows, “Im sorry, what?”

You started to feel it again, the nausea. The over whelming taste of saliva in your mouth. Everything went silent, your ears were ringing and your vision blurry. You weren’t going to make it to the bathroom this time. You ran out the back door to the beach and threw up right then and there. Right on the edge of the deck, barely missing it and into the sand. Mav and Bri came running to you and comforting you as you kept on throwing up. Your knees on the deck, you were hunched over, hands buried in the sand. Bri holding your hair and Mav rubbing your back saying they’ve got you.

Bri and Mav looked at each other very concerned for you. They were comforting you as you kept on heaving and releasing everything you had in your system. Mav covered his face in disbelief. This wasn’t the Bradley he knew, he would never just leave you hanging. He wished he could do more, but at that specific moment in their lives they had no communication.

You were hurt, why was he ignoring you? Why did he want you to hurt? And why were you so damn sick? Wait…you’ve been sick. Shit.

You slowly got up and rubbed your hands together to get the sand off. Bri and Mav looked at you with concern. Bri rubbing your arm and Mav pushing hair out of your face as you looked at them scared.

Mav: “Are you okay?” No response. “Y/n, you okay? You okay?” He said now cupping your cheek.

Y/n: “Can I have some water, Mav? I just- uh need to get this taste out of my mouth…” You said looking at him scared.

Mav: “Yea, of course. I'll go get some.” He went back into the bar to get you some water leaving you and Bri alone.

Bri: “Honey, what’s wrong? You’re really scaring me.” She said brushing our hair behind your ear. “Is everything okay?”

Y/n: “Bri, Ive been so sick. Like sick sick.”

Bri: “Yea we know you can’t handle liquor, y/n.” She cocked her head at you and let out a little chuckle. “It happens to everyone girl. Just let it all -”

You cut her off, “No girl. I’VE BEEN SICK!” You looked down and covered your mouth.

Bri: “No…you don’t mean…” her eyes were wide. She gasped.

Mav: “Here’s your water y/n.” He gave you the water. “Can I get anything else for you, sweetheart?”

You grabbed the water and chugged it. You hugged Mav, “Thank you Mav but we have to go.”

Mav hugged you tight, “Im so sorry Y/n. If you need anything, I’m just a call or text away. No matter the time or place.” He rubbed your arm and hugged you again.

You grabbed Bri’s hand and ran for the car. Bri drove quickly to the nearest store. You were shaking when she came back with the pregnancy test. You were terrified. You’ve drank a couple of times. You haven’t been eating a lot. You hadn’t even thought of being pregnant as a possibility. You were so scared. You weren’t being the best mom you could have been or should have been if you were pregnant. You felt so guilty.

You finally got home and busted through the door and ran to your bathroom. You peed onto the small pink stick and set it face down onto the counter. You threw a tissue over it and didn’t want to see it. You set a timer and paced around your bathroom. Bri was out sitting on your bed waiting for you to come and tell her the result. She gave you your privacy as you waited.

A million thoughts ran through your head. “Ive only had sex once. Jesus Christ, y/n… THAT’S ALL IT TAKES!” You said to yourself in a loud whisper. You were pacing up and down your bathroom. “C’mon hurry up you damn thing.” You stood at the counter watching the timer count down. You tapped your fingers on the counter top. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” You took a deep breath and cover your face as you leaned against the cold wall behind you. Then finally your timer went off. You took your hands slowly off of your face and just stared at the tissue that was hiding your fate. You slowly walked over and stopped the timer on your phone.

Those two minutes were the longest two minutes of your life. You pulled the tissue off of the test and dropped it on the floor next to you. You were shaking as you picked up the test. You flipped it over and it revealed the two little pink lines. You gasped. “Holy shit….” You were frozen. You couldn’t breathe. All you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. You put your hand up to your mouth and looked at yourself in the mirror. You started to sob. At first quietly. Then you gasped louder and the tears running down your face. You couldn’t catch your breath. You were terrified. Bri came running in to comfort you. You sat in her embrace the whole night in the bathroom crying. What were you going to do? How were you going to do this? How were you going to raise his child?

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clevelcnds · 1 year

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I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE - JOE BURROW

(NOT MY GIF)

warnings: none really, full of angst. joe’s a complete asshole in this. sad ending.

authors note: excuse the grammar errors, i’m not the best at writing lol. lower case is intended!

they all warned you. not to fall for an nfl player. that they weren't good, they were bad news. but did you listen? no.

so here you were, heartbroken over the same man they warned you about, joe burrow. the guy who everyone liked. the man who was arguably the best quarterback in the game.

every woman fell for him, including you. how could you be so stupid? so naive to believe the lies he told you? not listening to those people around you?

you knew he was trouble, deep down you knew that. and still, you fell for his games anyway. the games that every female fell for.

you were sitting on your bed with tears streaming down your face. and the phone in your lap. as you found out joe had been seeing other women.

it wasn't just one though. it was many others. many others who fell for the same damn shit that he said. joe promised you, he'd always be loyal. it didn't seem like that now.

what were you gonna do? he was away for a game. coming home today. you knew he was trouble, yet fell for him anyway.

your mind went back to when the both of you met. that night. joe had found you, standing on a balcony alone at an NFL party.

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"all alone?"

you looked over at the voice, immediately recognizing it was joe burrow. you didn't understand why he was talking to you? of all people.

"yeah." you laughed "i hate parties. my dad dragged me here." that's right, your dad. he was an ex nfl player and now a senior reporter.

"well wanna go somewhere else?"

what? joe burrow wanted you to go with him. your mind was spinning. part of you told you not to go. that he was trouble. but you ignored it. it was joe burrow after all.

"but you're supposed to be here."

joe shrugged "i'm already done with my interviews and speech. they can handle things without me.. so what do you say?"

"alright burrow."

joe's lips curved into a smile and put out his hand for you to take. which you did, as he led you out of the party and into his car.

"i didn't get your name." joe mentioned starting his car and driving out of the parking lot.

“y/n”

joe nodded "beautiful name." he said looking over at you. his eyes connecting to yours. the comment made you blush.

the music was playing lightly from his playlist on his phone. it became quiet. you could feel his glances on you, especially on your body.

"we are here."

it was a festival, there weren't many people. joe got out and opened your door. taking your hand in his and walking to it.

"so tell me more about yourself."

"well, i'm twenty-three. i work for a local news channel in cincinnati. i have two cats and i love football and baseball."

"you single?"

you stopped in your tracks did joe burrow just ask if you were single?

"yeah, i am."

"great, that means this is our first date right?"

you laughed "yeah i guess it is huh?"

that night you had the most fun in awhile. with joe winning you a stuffed animal and riding on the ferris wheel. where he pulled you into a kiss. your first kiss that you had with him.

it was magical. so magical. he was so sweet that night. making sure you got home safe. you thought all those rumors were fake. you wanted to believe those rumors were fake. joe treated you like a queen that night.

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you went back when the first time joe had asked you to be his girlfriend. kissing you with all the passion he had. it was like a dream. how the both of you devoted that night to each other. your first time with him. everything.

but maybe a part of you wished you would've said no. or wished you never met him. because you wouldn't be here right now, crying over joe. a man who didn't deserve how great you were.

flashback

it was thursday night. joe was hosting a party and of course, invited you. joe had found you in the crowd and dragged you to be alone.

his arms were wrapped around you. it was just the two of you in silence. until joe spoke up, the words he spoke next made you smile. he finally asked the big question after a month and a half of talking.

"y/n."

"yeah?" you asked looking up at him

"i want you to be my girlfriend. i really like you. and i think you're really special."

you smiled at him "i'd love too."

joe pulled you into a kiss. before the both of you walked upstairs to his room. where the both of you had an amazing night. joe said nothing but loving things to you.

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it didn't take long for you to notice red flags though. sometimes he'd like other woman's pictures. sometimes he'd go out to parties and bars and never reply to your texts.

other times? joe would flirt with other women. sometimes in front of you. there were rumors he had another girlfriend. but you shrugged it off, saying the media was lying. they always lie anyway, for clickbait.

and when he flirted with other women? you confronted joe about it. only for him to say you were overreacting and that he was just being friendly. that it happens when your are famous. that he only had eyes for you, and only you.

but of course, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. believing him when you shouldn't of. people say you will do crazy things for love. that you would believe anything for love. they were right.

how could you ignore the signs? after all this time now? after every lie?

a knock at your door broke your thoughts. you wiped your tears and got up, it was joe. of course it was, you told him he could come over as soon as he got back.

you unlocked the door looking up at him. maybe it wasn't evident that you were crying, but something was up. joe didn't ask though, instead pulling you into a kiss.

it turned into a make out session but you stopped joe before he tried to take your shirt off. you lightly pushed him off. joe was annoyed.

"what's wrong with you?"

a laugh escapes your lips "what's wrong with me? i don't know joe. maybe it was the fact that you were caught with a different woman?"

it didn't faze him, not at all. the news you found out. he said nothing. you thought he'd deny it or apologize. but he didn't, which made you hurt more.

"so you're not going to say anything?"

"come on y/n you really thought you were special?" joe laughed looking down at you with a smirk on his face. did those words just come out of his mouth?

"what..."

"you really are dumb huh? you're so naive it's crazy. you really thought you were special? or that i loved you? well sorry to let you down but i don't."

"you're an asshole!" you yell with tears streaming down your cheeks.

joe rolled his eyes "your crying? over the truth?"

"gosh, you woman could be so sensitive today. i'm leaving. let me know if you ever want me back, they always do."

"get the hell out of my house."

joe left. leaving you all alone. all the things he said? it was torture. the man who you fell for was a complete asshole.

but again, they warned you. part of you knew he was trouble. yet you still fell.

and now you were blaming yourself. blaming yourself for being in this position.

that was the last time you saw joe. blocking him on everything. hating to see him succeed. going to the playoffs and all the women who were drooling over him. if only they knew who he truly was.

if only.

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I only want you

the other 9 chapters are on my page!

-this is the last chapter finally yayyy. i was really debating on whether i should write this chapter or just leave the story alone but i decided to just do it lol

-please excuse any grammar errors, it’s been a long few weeks lmao

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“satoshi and saori, grab your coats so we can leave”

“okay mommy!”

it’s currently 6:23pm and we have to be at satoru’s job by 7pm as he’s receiving an award tonight. it took me at least 2 hours to get the twins ready and dressed. satoshi didn’t want to put his suit on and saori kept crying about wanting to wear make up so she can “impress daddy”

“wait, before we leave let me take a picture of you both! you look so cute” i said to the twins. they smiled at me and gave each other a hug and waited for me to take their picture. after i finished taking their pictures, we left the house and walked to the car

“put your seat belts on!” i said while getting into the car with the twins. i waited until both of them put their seatbelts on before driving off to satoru’s job

“daddy!” saori screamed as soon as she locked her eyes on satoru. she let go of my hand and ran full speed towards satoru, who was speaking with some colleagues

“my babygirl!” satoru said, turning around and smiling at saori. he picked her up and she gave him a kiss on the cheek

“guess you’re stuck with me for the night honey” i said to satoshi who was still holding my other hand

“i don’t mind mommy, i want to stay with you” he said. i smiled at him and walked towards satoru

“hey baby you look amazing” satoru said, giving me a kiss

“thank you, so do you” i told him

“your family is beautiful gojo!” i turned my attention to his coworker in front of me

“thank you!” satoru said proudly

“they look just like you gojo” one of his other colleagues said

“yeah, i spent 9 months carrying both of them just for them to come out with white hair and blue eyes. the disrespect” i said jokingly which made everyone laugh

“i think that their facial features look more like you… they just stole gojo’s color pallet” his colleague said which made satoru and i laugh

“how old are you?” satoru’s work friends asked satoshi

“five” he said shyly, moving behind my legs to hide

“yeah, we’re this many!” saori proudly said while holding up her hand, showing 5 fingers

“so cuteeee, omg i want twins now” another colleague said, this one being a girl

“thank you so much” i said, a huge smile on my face

“babe are you and the kids hungry?, they have a buffet out and ready. my parents and suguru are here too somewhere. probably sitting down at a table” satoru asked, turning to me

“i’m sure the twins are hungry. i’ll feed them, but i’m going to wait for you before i eat” i told him.

“i won’t be too long, just have to finish making my rounds” he said

“okay mr.COO” i said, a big smile on my face. satoru returned my smile and tried to pass saori to me

“no daddy! i want to stay with you!” she said, upset

“don’t you want to eat?” satoru asked her

“i’ll eat with you” she said. satoru looked at me for help

“hey, you wanted a daddy’s girl… now you got her. you always spoil her rotten” i told him

“not fair. you wanted a mommy’s boy, we both got what he asked for” he said, playfully pouting

“come on saori, daddy has to work” i said to her, grabbing her from satoru

“okay” she said, tears slowly making it’s way to her eyes

“hey don’t cry!, i’ll be right back okay? wait for me to get back so we can eat together okay babygirl?” satoru said to her. she immediately started jumping up and down, any sadness in her body now being gone

“okay!” she said

“mommy, can we go sit down now? i see uncle suguru and auntie yuki over there” satoshi said

“sure baby” i told him. i grabbed saori's hand and walked over to the table where everyone was sitting

“grandma! grandpa!” the twins yelled as they saw satoru’s parents

“my grand babies!” satoru’s mom said as she opened her arms , waiting for a hug

“well, if it isn’t my favorite grandkids” satoru’s dad said

“we’re your only grandkids” satoshi said, earning a loud laugh from mr.gojo

“smart, just like your grandad” he said. i walked over to them and gave both of them a hug before walking over to suguru and yuki, also giving them a hug

“hey, where’s my niece?” i asked suguru

“she wanted to stay with mom. she’s been over there for 2 days now, she doesn’t want to leave” suguru said while shaking his head

“that’s because mom and dad always spoil the kids when they’re over there. for a 7 year old, it must be heaven staying over there” i told him

“every weekend she wants to go over there. now that it’s summer break i doubt she’ll ever want to come home” yuki said, a happy smile on her face

“yeah, the twins are going over there tomorrow and are staying for a few days. mom and dad keep asking for them, they were just at satoru’s parent’s house for almost a week!” i told her

“well hey, now you and satoru will have some alone time” she said, making sure to throw a wink at me

“i know. he’s been so busy with work lately, we didn’t have time to go out or anything while his parents had them” i said, glancing at the twins who were each on their grandparents laps, talking and smiling

“okay i’m back… why haven’t any of you started eating yet?” satoru said as he came up to our table

“we were waiting for you son” his mom said while smiling at him

“yeah, it is your big night after all” his dad said

“well, let’s go eat. my kids are hungry” he said while laughing. everyone laughed with him and we stood up and made our way over to the buffet. satoru and i both held two plates, one for ourselves and then one for one of the twins. once we grabbed everything we and the twins wanted to eat, we made our way back over to the table. we started eating, talking and just having a good time

“excuse me everyone? may i have your attention please?” everyone in the building looked towards the stage and saw a man in a nice suit speaking into the microphone

“hello, my name is yaga. i will be presenting the awards for the night as mr.gojo asked me to himself” i glanced at satoru’s father who continued to eat his food

‘wouldn’t the ceo of the company give out the awards?’ i thought. i shook the thought off and continued eating while watching everyone who received an award go up to the stage and get theirs. satoru ended up winning 4 different awards

“for this last award, the ceo will present it himself” yaga said. everyone began to clap as satoru’s dad began to stand up

“grandpa can i come?”

“me too? pleaseeee?” the twins asked him. he laughed and nodded his head. they both jumped up from their seats and went to hold his hands as he walked up to the stage. satoru and i immediately took our phones out and started recording

“good evening everyone. i just want to say thank you to all of you who came out here tonight, and congratulations to all of my wonderful employees who’ve helped me and the company out in so many different ways. i appreciate each and every one of you. i have my grandchildren here with me tonight. they mean everything to me, say hi” satoru’s dad said as he lowered the mic so the twins could speak into it

“hello!” satoshi said

“hi! that’s my daddy over there!” saori said and pointed to satoru. the room erupted in a fit of laughter

“they’re so cute”

“they’re so well behaved

“awww omg look at them!” i heard from around the room. satoru blew a kiss to saori

“look at my babies!” i said to myself, feeling like a proud mom. suguru, yuki and satoru’s mom also had their phones out recording the twins

“i just love them so much. anyways back to the awards… i’ve been thinking over this for a while trying to decide how i wanted to give this award. my wife stayed up with me for many nights helping me collect my thoughts. instead of saying all the mushy stuff i originally had planned, i’ll just get right to it” he turned to his left and motioned for someone on the side to come out. shortly after a worker came out holding three different trophies, two small ones and one larger one. he handed them to satoru’s dad

“ thank you!… really quick, i would like to give these 2 awards to 2 very hard workers. they come in on the weekends and give me company in my office. i help them with homework and in return they show me unconditional love and support. i don’t think i could go on living without these two in my life. so i would like to give satoshi and saori gojo these awards” he said. everyone started clapping and cheering. i stood up in shock, making sure i was still recording, i moved closer to the stage to record and take pictures. satoru followed right after me

“look at our babies” i said to satoru, tears threatening to fall. i watched the twins look at their grandfather in shock before happily grabbing their trophies and giving him a hug. they then got ready and posed for the professional photographer

“i didn’t know my father was planning on doing this. i’m so happy he did though, look at their smiles” satoru said to me. i turned to look at him and saw that he was crying

“okay, now that my grand babies have gotten their trophies, it’s time for my last and final award. i’ve owned this company for over 40 years, my blood, sweat, and tears are in this company and i couldn’t be more proud of how it came out. with that said, I’m at the age where i want nothing more than to relax on vacation with my wife and grandkids, so that leads me to my next statement. my one and only child, my miracle child, gojo satoru, it’s finally the time where i let you take over the company… now come up here and get this trophy mr.ceo” satoru father said, tears in his eyes. satoru looked at me in utter disbelief

“congratulations baby! i’m so proud of you!” i said to him, giving him a kiss. everyone around us was cheering. i could no longer hold in my tears, a few fell onto my face from happiness. satoru gave me one final kiss before he walked up onto the stage and gave his dad a heartfelt hug. the twins also hugged him and the photographer took a picture of all of them together. satoru’s mother came up onto the stage and took a picture with them as well

“now one with just you guys!” his father said. i went on stage and stood on the other side of satoru, he put his right arm around my waist and had his left hand on satoshi’s shoulder. the twins stood directly in front of us and we posed for the camera. once all the pictures were done we all returned to our seats and the event continued on as usual.

“hey satoru, congrats on your promotion!” one of satoru’s coworkers said as she came over to our table. she called him satoru instead of gojo so i assumed they’re close

“thanks akari” he said to her

“a few of the guys want to take a shot with you to celebrate. wanna come with me?” she asked him, leaning down closer to him

“i’m driving home tonight so no” satoru said, taking a glance at me

“i thought you came with suguru?” she asked

“i did, and i’m leaving with my wife and kids” he said, getting slightly frustrated

“one drink won’t hurt though!” she said, trying to convince him to drink

“he said he’s good. the answers no” i said, getting irritated by her constant begging. she looked at me with a shocked expression while satoru smiled at me

“okay okay, no drinks then. just come swing by and say hey” she said. satoru sighed and stood up

“i’ll be right back” he said to me before he followed akari to where the men who wanted to celebrate with satoru were standing

“she was clearly flirting with him…right in front of you at that” yuki said, scoffing in disbelief

“she’s always like that. that’s why i usually try to keep her and satoru separate while at work but she always will always find some reason to enter his office and bug him” satoru’s dad said. i didn’t respond and instead checked on the twins. they were eating some cake and watching videos on mine and satoru’s phones

“i’m gonna head over there with satoru for a little… wanna come babe?” suguru asked yuki, she nodded her head and they both walked over there to join satoru

“y/n, can i take the twins back with me to our house?” satoru’s mother asked me

“sure. i’ll pick them up tomorrow because they’re going to my parents house around 2pm” i told her

“oh don’t worry, i’ll drop them off to your parents house! you just relax and enjoy your time with satoru” she said. i smiled and thanked her. they didn’t need any clothes, toothbrushes or anything since they each had their own rooms, clothes, toys, ipads, and everything else at each of our parents houses

“so you’re really not our ceo anymore huh?” a man said to satoru’s dad as he sat down in satoru’s previous seat

“nope. my son is more than capable of running this company on his own. hell, he’s been helping me run it since he was 17” satoru’s father said, a laugh following him after he finished speaking

“that’s nice. i’m sure he’s gonna do great things with this company” the man said, a small smile on his face

“how have you been naoya? how’s your father?”

“he’s been good, we both have been. what about you?”

“all has been well!”

“i see… what a beautiful family you have here” naoya said as he looked at the twins and then me

“yes… very beautiful” he repeated, his eyes locked on mine. i cleared my throat and turned to my right to check on the twins again, who were still preoccupied with their cake and videos

“yes, well my son was lucky enough to find such a beautiful bride” satoru’s father said. i turned my head and smiled at him

“he’s a lucky man” naoya said, turning to face satoru’s parents again

“y/n sweetie, we’re gonna start getting ready to go, it’s getting a little late” satoru’s mother said. i said okay and told the twins to take one more bite of their cake

“but i’m not done yet mommy!” satoshi whined

“don’t worry, there’s more cake at grandma’s house! and it’s your favorite flavor!” satoru’s mom said. the twins smiled and got up to stand with satoru’s parents. i gave his parents hugs and kissed both of the twins on their forehead

“do you want me to walk you out?” i asked his parents

“no it’s okay sweetheart, satoru is headed this way so he can walk us out. i have to speak with him about something anyways. go enjoy yourself” his father said

“you guys leaving already?…. and stealing my kids again i see” satoru said as he stood behind me, a smile on his face

“yes, can you walk us out? i have to speak to you about something” his dad said. satoru followed them outside. i turned around and walked back to our table and saw that naoya was still sitting there on his phone

“is your family not here with you tonight or something?” i asked him, sitting down in a different seat than before so we wouldn’t be sitting side by side. he looked up from his phone and immediately started smiling

“nope, just me tonight. i came with some friends though” he said. i nodded my head and took a sip of my drink that was still on the table

“so..” he said, getting up from his seat and moving into the empty seat right next to me

“how long have you and satoru been married for?” he asked me

“all these chairs and you decide to sit right next to me?” i asked him as i scooted my seat away from him

“sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. i just wanted to get to know you better” he said. i felt a little bad for being so mean to him

“5 years… we’ve been married for 5 years” i told him

“wow 5 years? you guys dated for how long before that?” he asked

“2 years. i got pregnant after our honeymoon” i said

“amazing. his father told me that you two have known each other your entire lives. i can tell you mean a lot to him. that diamond on your finger is quite literally blinding… how are you able to walk around with it shining in your face?” naoya said. i looked down at my wedding ring and laughed at his joke

“that’s just satoru’s style” i told him, a smile now on my face

“i see. the diamond is in the shape of a heart too, wow” he said, slightly scooting closer to me to look at my ring, which i happily showed him

“yeah, it also has a little bit of pink mixed in there too! our names are engraved on the inside of the band, his wedding band is the same. he’s so thoughtful when it comes to jewelry” i told him, smiling from thinking back to when satoru proposed to me. the beach proposal with airplanes writing out will i marry him was so romantic to me. i was pulled out of my thoughts by naoya grabbing my hand gently and pulling to towards himself

“yes, very thoughtful indeed….though if it were me, i would have gotten you 3 rings with 3 different diamond shapes that you can switch out every other day” he said. i let out a awkward laugh and tried to pull my hand back

“i don’t need 3 ring-“

“you don’t need satoru. you’re too beautiful to be with someone like him. he’s so cocky” he said. my slight smile dropped as i looked at naoya. i thought he was cool but obviously i was wrong

“let go of my hand please” i told him

“just listen to me beautiful, i can make you feel good… much better than lousy ass satoru can-“ naoya was cut off by satoru roughly pulling his hand away from mine and gently pulling me up from my seat, wrapping his arm protectively around my waist

“flirting with other people’s wives now naoya? unbelievable” satoru said while glaring at naoya

“jealous satoru? scared i’m gonna take your sexy wife?” he said, standing up and glaring back at satoru

“don’t react satoru, you know he’s not worth it” suguru said as he walked over to us with yuki

“ah, suguru. you and satoru really are always together. must be pretty happy huh? now you and satoru have both taken over your father’s companies” naoya said. both suguru and satoru ignored him

“let’s go” satoru said. he grabbed my purse and i made sure i had both of our phones and all 3 trophies from tonight before grabbing satoru’s hand and following him towards the door, suguru and yuki coming as well. once we made it outside i felt someone grab my arm

“wait” we all stopped and turned around to see naoya holding onto me

“let go of her right fucking now!” satoru yelled, his anger quickly rising as he approached naoya. i snatched my arm from naoya and place my hand on satoru’s chest trying to calm him down

“toru lets just leave. we were having a good night… don’t let him fuck it up” i said to him

“she’s right satoru” suguru said. satoru took a deep breath and turned back around as we continued walking to our car. naoya continued to follow us. once we made it to the car, i put the trophies in the back seat as satoru opened the passenger side door for me and began walking to the drivers side

“you’re really gonna stay married to a man like that?” naoya asked. i ignored him and closed the back door before walking over to suguru and yuki who were parked just beside us. i gave both of them hugs and said our goodbyes. satoru came over as well to begin saying bye

“someone like satoru doesn’t deserve happiness! he took everything from me! i wanted to become the next ceo. i worked here longer than satoru has. it’s not fair, he got the position because he’s his son! satoru has been privileged since the day he was born. to make matters worse, he has a loyal best friend, a hot wife, and 2 beautiful children who are twins?! it’s just not fair! i should be the one who get’s to come home everynight to you and the kids. i should be the one making love to you and making you feel good, i should-“ i walked up to naoya and slapped him across the face. everyone stood there in silence, shocked from my actions

“you make me sick. the fact that you’re standing here speaking ill of my husband right in front of me is crazy. this is why you have no lover, no trusted friends, no children, and no company. don’t speak to me ever again” i said, turning around once i was finished talking. i walked back over to our car and got in, closing the door. satoru got in right after me and started the car up

“you want to go out somewhere?” satoru asked me, not wanting to bring up anything else involving naoya. i turned towards satoru after putting my seatbelt on

“sure, where to?” i asked

“a club. suguru and yuki are already going. he just asked me if we were down to come but i didn’t get the chance to ask you because of everything that was going on” he said. i laughed and agreed with going

———————after the club—————

“y/n, you need to drink some water” satoru said as he carried me into the house

“babeeee, i’m fineeeee” i said, holding tightly onto his neck to keep myself from falling

“i knew i shouldn’t have let you drink that much” satoru said while kicking the front door closed. he skillfully moved through our dark house and went straight to our bedroom. he gently placed me down on the corner of our bed and then walked over to the bathroom and turned on the bath water

“take your clothes off and get into the bath. the smell of the alcohol yuki spilled on your dress is extremely strong” he said to me as he walked out of the room and back downstairs. i listened to him and began taking my clothes off before stumbling over to the warm bath. i got in and turned the water off as the tub was filling up quickly

“toru!….. toru?!” i called out satoru’s name wondering what was taking him so long

“i’m here baby what’s the matter?” he asked as he enter the bathroom, a cold water bottle in his hand

“get in with me please?” i asked. he laughed at me and handed me the water bottle that was in his hand

“you’re so cute when you’re drunk” he said as he started unbuttoning his shirt

“actually, i’m not that drunk… just a little tipsy” i said. satoru got into the large tub and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap and making my chest hit his chest

“satoru gojo!” i yelled, surprised by his sudden actions. i gently slapped his chest while he laughed at my reaction

“i love you so much y/n. you make me so happy, i honestly think i’m the luckiest man in the world. i have a beautiful, loving wife who blessed me with two healthy, beautiful children” satoru said while looking at me

“and now you’re the ceo of your dad’s company!” i said to him excitedly. he didn’t respond, instead he just looked at me and smiled

“yes, i truly have everything” he said. i smiled at him and gave him a kiss

“i love you too toru. thank you for taking such good care of me and the twins. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” i told him, tears falling from my eyes

“my little cry baby… i’m afraid you’ve passed this trait down to our children” he said while laughing, earning himself another slap on the chest

“come here” he whispered. i sat up straight as satoru pulled me into another kiss, this one being more passionate than the last one. the once innocent kiss started to slowly heat up as satoru pushed his tongue into my mouth. our tongues moved against each other for a while before i started sucking on his tongue

“fuck…you’re gonna make me go crazy y/n” satoru said once he broke the kiss

“that’s the plan” i said. he smirked at me and shifted my body on his lap. he gently pulled me up and positioned himself at my entrance before slowly pulling me back down. as i sunk down onto his dick i watched satoru’s reaction. the way he threw his head back and moaned out my name while keeping his eyes closed. the way his mouth was slightly open and how his eyebrows furrowed as he continued entering me

“sorry baby, i just couldn’t wait any longer. since i saw you walk into the ceremony with that tight dress on i couldn’t think about anything else but fucking you” he said. satoru didn’t wait for me to respond, instead he pulled me upwards and then slammed me back down onto him causing me to wrap my arms around his neck to keep my balance

“wait… let me do it. i want to watch your face while i fuck you” i told him. he let go of my hips and smirked at me

“guess you’re in charge tonight” he said as he leaned back against the bathtub, lifting his arms to hang on the rim while looking at me waiting for my next move. i looked at him, a huge smile on my face as i thought back to my little 15 year old heart broken self. i really married my first love, had kids with him and is living a dream come true. i couldn’t be any happier right now.

———————————

IT’S DONEEEEE!!! i was going to add a last smut in but someone dm me the other day and told me that i’m absolute trash at writing smut’s and that my words aren’t very descriptive during the smut so i decided not to write it. anyway, thank you all for reading my story i really hope it was enjoyable… until next time, byeeeee.

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"If I don't make out with a hot stranger tonight, I will let mom set me up on dates" - A Jeon Jungkook Drabble

◦ summary ↠ jimin convinced you to go clubbing and all you want to do is makeout with a hot stranger, enter very hot jeon jungkook

◦ pairing ↠ jungkook x reader

◦ word count ↠ 3.5k

◦ genre ↠ smut, fluff

◦ content warning(s) ↠ friends to lovers (I guess), swearing, drinking, dirty talk, sexual tension/awkwardness, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, kids please be safe!!!

◦ author's note ↠ this drabble is totally based on an interaction I had with a dude in a club, and because he wasn't jeon jungkook, not only did he forget my name, but he also ghosted me. Just wanted to make something of my heartbreak lol, enjoy reading!!! (p.s. if you find any grammar or other errors, ignore them, I'm writing this at six in the morning, very hungover)

"If I don't make out with a hot stranger tonight, I will let mom set me up on dates" you cry sipping on your drink as Jimin and Mira get ready for a long night out. "You are a lot of talk __-, but every time a cute guy approaches you don't keep it going" Mira emerges from the room, with on-point makeup. "That was the old ___, today three-martini ___ is going clubbing with you guys and if a hottie approaches me, I am going to follow up with it" you cheer for yourself downing the third martini and Jimin snickers. "I know I should be the protective older brother, but I really want to watch ___ make bad decisions," he says zipping up his boots. "Make me another martini and watch how easy it is for me to make bad decisions" After multiple outfit changes and thousands of pictures, you’re finally walking into the club and feel your heartbeat get in sync with the club beats.

“___, three o’clock, he’s so hot” Mira whispers in your ear and you try to be as subtle as you can be drunk. It indeed is the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in a loose summer shirt, that’s unbuttoned way too low. “He is” you whisper more to yourself checking him out and accidently make eye contact. You don’t shy away immediately, but you do when the handsome guy starts approaching you. Holding your breath, you wait for him to acknowledge you, instead he taps on Jimin’s shoulder. “Jimin?” he asks with sheer surprise, smiling ear to ear. Jimin whips around quickly and engulf the strange handsome man in a hug before he could give a reply. “By god, if it’s The Jeon Jungkook” Jimin pulls back for a while but goes back to bear hugging. “Introduce us you fool” Mira shouts being the extroverted on of the both of you. “This is Jeon Jungkook, he was my classmate in high school. This is Kim Mira, my friend from college” Jungkook immediately extends his hand to shake Mira’s. “And this is ___, my little cousin” you snicker at Jimin, shaking his very warm and heavy hands. “I am just cousin, we’re only two years apart” you say kicking Jimin a little.

“We used to be in the same dance club, man what has it been ten years” Jimin is overjoyed talking to his friend. “Somewhere in that ball park, do you still live in Busan” Jungkook shouts over the loud club music. “I moved here to start my business, what about you-“ “Can we go out for a smoke break, you guys won’t have to shout then” Mira jokes walking ahead and the three of you trail behind her, barely making out the crowd. Jungkook turns around multiple tiples to check up on polite you, whispering excuse me and politely making your way. “Dad was ready to retire so I took over the real estate business” Jimin continues talking lighting his cig. “I can’t imagine you behind a desk in a suit, what happened to the dancing thing” you notice how Jungkook has an animated way of talking. “I grew up, what about you, looking at you I have no idea what you do” “Make a guess” Jungkook says crossing his arms and you speak without thinking it over, “Tattoo artist” his eyes light up and he starts clapping with approval and Jimin can’t help but laugh out loud passing Mira the cig. “___ is very intuitive, she’s a psychology major for a reason” Jimin brags and Mira passes you the cig and you just shake your head no. “Really, SNU?” Jungkook asks shaking his head no for the cig too. “Yeah-“ “Wait are you Jimin’s smart sister who used to correct our maths homework?” you were hoping for Jungkook to not make that association but he does. “Yeah” you suddenly shy away, dodging his eyes. “The band goes on stage in two minutes, lets go, lets go, lets go” Mira comes to rescue with her punctuality.

Jimin leads all of you to join Jungkook and his friends and suddenly the group expands from three awkward drunk dancers to too many people. Mira is off chatting with one of Jungkook’s friends when you finally get the courage to talk to him, “Your tattoos are really pretty” you say a little close to his ears given how loud the music is in the club. “You think so?” he looks at you with amusement and then back at his tattoo-covered arm. “With my pain tolerance I can only dream of getting a tattoo,” you notice how intently he is listening to you, either he’s interested, or he’s too drunk and trying to focus. “They don’t hurt as much, after a second or two you start getting used to the pain-“ “___” Mira is tugging on your hand and you know what this is a signal for. “Hey, can you watch my drink?” you ask Jungkook handing him your drink. “You really shouldn’t be leaving your drinks with strange men” he jokes and you chuckle looking up at him and he surprises you by chugging your drink at once. “I’ll buy you a new one” he says with a charming smile and how can you say no to that.

Jungkook’s smiling more to himself as he watches you walk away, “My god, you’re in love aren’t you” a very drunk Hobi says flopping on his shoulder. “I am so not, it’s just nice to run into an old friend” Jungkook defends himself immediately checking his hair. “I’m still in my rebound phase and she’s too nice for that” “Oh My God, it’s been a year since Sara and you broke up, you’re not still in the rebound phase, you were done with the rebound phase life five women ago. What is wrong with you Jungkook?” Hobi is very clearly drunk given how he’s holding Jungkook’s face in place and giving this odd pep-talk. “My therapist says that I have a problem with romanticizing every little thing too much and then breaking my own heart, also I’m terrified of being hurt” Jungkook answers dumbfoundedly and Hobi snickers in his face. “Well, no one is a hundred percent guarantee and you need to keep trying because if you don’t keep trying then how will you keep trying” it’s hard not to laugh as Hobi continues making no sense and Jungkook steadies him. “Please handle your boyfriend, he's making no sense” Yoongi immediately takes hold of Hobi and Jungkook watches them snuggle together. “We’ll get back to the hotel, you can come back by yourself, right?” “Yes, Hyung I’m 26 and not a child”

The club is much emptier by the time Mira is done touching up her makeup, “I’m gonna go talk to that guy, I’ll see you” she abandons you immediately and you look around for a familiar face and spot Jungkook immediately. “I know you like martini's” he jokes pulling a bar stool for you. “How do you know that?” you were pretty sure the drink you handed him was a whiskey. “I bribed Jimin hyung to give me your Instagram” “That’s unfair Jungkook, you now know way too much about me. Bring me up to speed about you,” you say as the bartender hands Jungkook and you the martinis. “Well, I’m 26, I have a bachelor’s in design, I started my tattoo parlour a year ago, I have a lot of interests, a little bit of issue with perfectionism,” maybe it’s the drinks but his laugh sounds a little magical “I’m shocked that you remember me” normally you’d be too polite to interrupt, but the liquid courage has got you going. “Well, I recognized you before Jimin” it wouldn’t be a stretch to say Jungkook is blushing. Your heart is pounding as you look straight ahead, not wanting him to see your wide smile. “So, you’re in Busan for Jimin’s parent’s anniversary too?” Jungkook coughs hoping for the awkwardness to go away. “Yeah, they have a huge picnic planned tomorrow, it’s their twentieth-“ “So, when are you going to be back in Seoul?” he laughs feeling a little embarrassed about interrupting you. “I’m going back tomorrow evening” you’re surprised by how eager he is given how hot he is. “You are still just as impatient” you joke pushing back your empty glass and grabbing hold of his. “___, you have no idea how patient I’m being right now” he whispers in your ear standing up.

Offering his hand, he leads you back to the dance floor, but your legs have a brain of their own. You lead him into a quiet corner, looking at him for his reaction. He doesn’t wait for more than a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you with full force. With every second you start to sober up, feeling his hot and hungry lips against yours. Your hands comb through his lush hair while his wanders around your ass. You pull back to catch your breath and he doesn’t waste any time leaving kissing along your bare neck, his hot breath and bulge is enough to send your mind into a tizzy and make you lose your mind. Jungkook goes back to kissing your mouth and your feet give up, not being able to stand on your tip toes anymore. He catches you just in time and laughs a little as you hide your face in his chest, “A little impatient aren’t we” You laugh into his chest too, hearing Jimin calling your name behind him.

The original plan was to go back to Jimin’s place once the lights in the club switched on, instead Jimin convinced the three of you to follow him to the beach. “I’m selling this mansion and it’s beach fucking front” Jimin exclaims walking ahead as Jungkook helps him walk. “So, you and Jungkook” Mira teases and you shy away from thinking of those spectacular kisses. You forgot that Jimin is an extremely rich adult till you’re seated in his driver-driven car, Mira was the perfect wing-woman stilling you right between her and Jungkook in the backseat. “You, okay?” Jungkook asks you draping his arm behind you, his hand is right by your bare shoulder and it’s all you can think about.

The strong winds wake you up immediately and you rub your arms. Taking notice, Jungkook places his leather jacket on your arms, taking a seat beside you in the sand. You can hear Jimin and Mira singing and dancing but you just don’t have the energy to join them. “I was supposed to stay in and finish an assignment today,” you tell Jungkook, turning to face him. “Well. I’m glad you came out and had some fun” he reaches out to get your hair away from your face and you blush, hiding your face from him. “I remembered you because of your smile” he talks looking at the ocean. “Your eyes disappear when you smile, it’s very cute” Jungkook doesn’t know if he’s dreaming right now. “It’s the same way you’d smile after telling me how bad my trigonometry is” he laughs out watching you grow beet red, he can’t help but reach over and pull you closer, his hand still by your waist. You both sit in silence for a while, watching light appear. “Jungkook” “Hm” he asks looking at you, it’s been an hour since he had his last drink and he’s starting to sober up. Mira and Jimin come shouting, talking about the time before you can ask him out.

Jungkook is dropped off before you go back to Jimin’s place and get ready for a very hungover picnic. “Give me your phone,” he asks and you hand him your phone immediately. “I want you to text me when you reach home” Jungkook’s a little authoritative and you don’t mind it. “You want me to?” you tease him leaning against the car. “Yes, ___ I want you to. I also want to take you out on a date, one where we’re at least 70% sober” he says stepping a little too close. “Okay” you’ve started to sober up too, hence the shyness. He gently lifts your face up with a singular finger, giving you a good look before kissing you again, “I’ll see you in Seoul”

“It’s been a week Jimin, why hasn’t he texted me back” you whine into the phone pushing your glasses up. “I thought he was really interested in me” it was another Saturday and you should be focusing on getting through the syllabus but all you can think about it Jungkook. “I knew he was too hot for me, what was I thinking I am the nerd, he’s the hot dude with tattoos, it was the martinis-“ “___ I need you to shut the fuck up for a second” you’re confused for a second till you hear Jungkook’s voice. “Hello? Jimin?” “Yes, this is Jimin you bastard, why didn’t you call back my sister, she’s been eating my ear off and I have a social life, so talk to each other, and leave me out of it. Jungkook, I’ve sent you ___’s number, and ___ don’t call me till next morning” Jimin hangs up the call and you sit in silence. Before you could digest what just happened, your phone is ringing again and you know it was Jungkook. You take a deep breath before picking up his call, “___, do you have some time for me” he sounds tired and it makes you feel bad. “Look, I got your message. I’m not that dense, it was a one-night-“ “___ for everything that is sweet and pure, it so wasn’t a one-night thing, I want to see you” Jungkook sighs closing up shop. “Then why didn’t you?” you whisper not ready for an answer you might not like. “Yoongi hyung got super sick so I had to cover his appointments too, I’ve barely had time to breathe, I’m so sorry-“ “I feel so fucking stupid now, I just let my insecurities take over. You should rest” Jungkook smiles to himself listening to your voice in the car. “Would you be comfortable if I came over with dinner?”

“My first-year tattooing, I was tired of the number of butterflies I drew. Every second day there was another free-spirited woman wanting a butterfly tattoo” Jungkook talks with a mouth full of pizza and you laugh chocking a little on your food. “I drew a lot of little hearts too, but since they’re cute they can be excused” he continues talking wiping the corners of your mouth with his hand. “My mom’s made me sign a contract when I was thirteen, if I ever do drugs or get a tattoo, I will be left out of her will” your mother has been a little overprotective of you. “You can always get it somewhere she won’t see” he suggests filling your glass of wine. “Maybe, I might if you give me one for free” you suggest and he smirks sipping on wine. “If I’m tattooing you for free, I get to decide the placement” he says suggestively plopping on your lumpy sofa. “It’s a deal, also the pizza was amazing” You usually don’t feel comfortable this quickly with a romantic interest, but it’s different with Jungkook. Just spending time like this, watching nonsense tv and eating junk food would make you nervous, but with Jungkook it feels natural.

“So, how long ago was your last relationship?” Jungkook asks as you look for any chocolate in your fridge. “Three years ago,” you know you should be a little embarrassed to admit this, but you aren’t. “You must have been busy getting a degree, you’re getting your masters, right?” Jungkook looks around the piles and piles of handwritten notes, sticky notes covering walls and the sheer number of books. “Yes, I still have a year left. I really want to start working” you turn around to find Jungkook reading some of your notes. “Do you have any appointments tomorrow?” you say putting the notes away forcing him to look at you. “No, I’m free if that’s what you’re asking me” he diverts all his attention back to you pulling you closer by the waist. “Cool” you’re a blushing mess every time he gives you all your attention, but that’s also what you want the most. “Tell me ___, tell me you want me to stay the night” he whispers and you forget how to breath for a second. “Jungkook, I want you to stay the night. I want you to kiss me, touch me and fuck me” this time you catch him by surprise. “Jump” he asks and you jump into his arms carrying you to your bed. “Moving onwards, just talk to me. I might be busy a few times, but I’ll call back” his face hovers over yours as he watches you nod to what he’s saying. “You think there is going to be an onwards?” he kisses you before he gives you an answer. “Yes, gorgeous, cute and very smart ___, there are going to be many more onwards” he shuts you up before you can come up with any more questions.

Jungkook takes his time with you, kissing and exploring each and every centimetre of your body. Finally, you start to get frustrated and sit up, throwing your top away. With one quick move he flicks your bra open and you’re surprised by how good he is. “Holy Moly” he is excited like a thirteen-year-old watching breasts for the first time, but the way he runs his tongue around your nipple, you know he’s skilled. All you can do is breath as his mouth trails downwards, pulling away your panties and feeling your wetness. “This wet for me” you shudder as he inserts a finger inside you while massaging your clit ever so softly. “Jungkook please, please don’t stop” your legs are shaking as he inserts a second finger, he watches as you roll your eyes with pleasure. He brings up the pace and you’re on the verge when he stops all together. “Why?” you cry out pulling down his pants. “I like watching you suffer ___” he pushes some of your face back as you tease the tip of his dick with your tongue, watching your effect on him, you go in with full force taking in all of his length. Pushing his back in bed, he moans into the pillow as you guide his dick into you. “Ah- jesus-fucking- ah” he continues moaning as you ride him. You gasp into his chest as he rocks inside you, both of you seconds away from an orgasm. He holds you even tighter as you mewl his name, feeling his warm cum inside you. Jungkook shuts his eyes, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure as he falls back on the bed and you do the same.

“Please ,,, please don’t stop“ all you can hear in your shower is Jungkook’s dick thrusting inside you and you humming with pleasure. “You take my dick so well, baby” he holds you in place with your tits, stimulating you from all places. You tense hard, leaning against the wall, feeling an intense orgasm in every cell. Jungkook holds you up once he gains composure himself, he doesn’t say much as he washes all the sweat and sex away. You’re blushing like a new bride as he wipes you with a towel, “I don’t think I can walk” you tell him as he wraps a towel around you. “I’ve been going to the gym just so I can carry you places baby” he picks you up before you can fight him. “You’re giving me nicknames before you even take me out on a date?” you tease him putting on the shirt he discarded. “I got us pizza and wine, we made small talk, some jokes and ended up having sex, twice, I’ll be considering this to be our first date baby” you laugh watching how serious he’s about this. “Do you believe in fate ___” he asks cuddling you closer. “I do, I feel like we’re fated to go certain places, fated to have some life experienced, fated to meet certain people” he continues talking without waiting for your answer. “I believe I was fated to meet you” you don’t want to offend him but it is hard not to laugh. “If I was any other woman, I would be running out the door if a guy said something like this on a first date” “But you aren’t any other woman and I’m not just some guy, answer me, do you believe in fate?” his hair is all floppy and you’re distracted by how relaxed he looks. “Yes, it has to be fate that compelled me to go to Busan last minute, where we ran into each other again. Because how many times does one meet their high school math tutor as an adult” you say with a little bit of teasing tone but he knows you’re being serious. Jungkook doesn’t say anything, all he does is kiss your forehead and fall asleep.

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rheya28 · 9 months

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My Love, Selena: Introduction

Warning: *This will include mature content *

[5 years ago; Location: Clément Villa, Tartosa] Catherina "I refuse...You are not leaving. I am not going to let you ruin your life for that man" Selena (glares) "You can't make me stay....I've made my decision. I love him" Catherina (Scoffs) "what do you know about love?...you're still young. You don't know what you're talking about. Now sit down" Selena (Reaches for her bag) "Goodbye mother...."

[ Intro ♡ Beginning ]

Hi guys,

Sooooo...this is completely different from what I typically post, But i've been wanting to do a let's play series here on Tumblr...Ill be honest, I dont reallly know what i'm doing lol so this is all trial and error. Im just gunna post and see how it goes ahaha...I've had this post in my drafts for weeks but I wasn't really sure how to go about it....I'm not quite sure how long this series will go and how often i will post...but yeah...I don't really have anything specific planned....I just love storytelling and the sims so why not?

Im still very much new to posting content on tumblr, so I'm still learning the mechanics...still trying to figure out the layout and all that.

Another thing is that, I will be adding in dialogues/descriptions/ other text ...English is not my first language so please be kind. Please excuse my grammar lol

That's pretty much all I wanted to say...i'm probably forgetting alot but that's for another post.

Yes, this is very much inspired by the Notebook lol

#sims 4 #thesims4 #ts4 #sims #the sims 4 gameplay #sims4 stories #s4 legacy #s1 #gen1 #mls

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phantomposting · 1 year

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I got no excuse for my bad grammar and spelling errors on this prompt I may behalf asleep but it's only 11 so go ham on me lol all jokes aside I've been rotating this prompt in my brain like a 3D cube since yesterday so I hope you guys enjoy it :D

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I've been thinking a ton about the Danny and Damian are twins au lately since I love the twins idea and I live for all the found family and angst possibilities in this and with all the prompts and fics I've read there is one thing I haven't seen that I think would be pretty interesting.

Imagine the regular stuff with the twins au but switching Danny and Damian's roles. Like let's go down the basic timeline of things.

Danyal and Damian were both born into the league but only one heir was needed so Ra's pins the twins against eachother and Danyal is the twin that comes out the victor. Let's say he begs Talia to save his twin and in a rare gesture of love for her children Talia saves Damian and hides him far away from the league in Illinois.

Danyal goes down the path of ending up with the Wayne's. He is prideful of being the blood son at first aswell as his league heritage but the more he learns of things in the outside world the more regretful and anxious he becomes. He becomes very hard on himself and we get more of the Danny we know and love showing through. He's not quite as serious in the role of Robin as Damian is and quite often makes puns finding he really enjoys to banter.

Damian on the other hand ends up in the role of Phantom. He is far more serious than Danny and definetly puts his league skills to use. He is prideful and stays prideful even after learning the League's wrongdoings. He's a lot like his Robin self but simply doesn't have the League ties or anything. He and Sam are best friends due to their activism and care for animals. He and tucker become friends with acknowledgment of skills gaining a respect for one another. He becomes Phantom due to his curiosity about the portal and the desire to help the Fenton's fix it.

So how do they reunite? Well it could really follow any possibilities for whatever kinda stories you enjoy. My personal favorite being Phantom being on the run from the GiW and ending up in Gotham. Though I also love the summoning stories where they accidentally meet via cultists summoning the ghost king. Theres tons of different ways this could go and I really think the dynamics could be very interesting not to mention imagine if Danny was in the shoes of trying to kill Tim lol. The possibilities are endless :D

#danny phantom #dp x dc #batman crossover #dp au #danny and damian are twins #role swap #sorry for half asleep soupy writing #writing prompt

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whatislovevavy · 9 months

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WC: 4.4k

Synopsis: An exploration of why Bucky decided to cut his hair

AN: This has been in my Google Drive for about two years and finally got around/had the motivation to finish this. This piece was technically my first ever piece of fanfiction I ever wrote. My writing mostly pertains to Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick so this was a nice little brain break from that. I thought I'd include the original author's note I put together, having never written fanfiction at the time, just for nostalgic sake and if anyone wants to know just how new to this I was lol. Also this divider is not mine and I was unable to tag the account that made it since it was deleted. This work will be posted on my side blog @sophs-writing-nook.

Original Author’s Note: Hello everyone :) This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever written and I really hope you guys like it because I’m a bit nervous about it. I’ve had this idea since I saw the first promotions for the Falcon and Winter Soldier series and didn't really do anything about it for a variety of reasons. I haven’t seen a lot of fics exploring this concept so I decided to write this on a camping trip in my notes app where I didn’t have reception so I apologize if there is bad grammar, spelling errors, etc. If there happens to be a similarity to another fic, it is purely coincidence and I don’t intend to plagiarize anyone. Please let me know if it does appear I have. I have a lot of respect for fanfic writers and don’t want to disrespect anyone and steal anyone’s work unintentionally.

Warnings: Blood, Trauma (PTSD), sadness with some bittersweet moments sprinkled in, supportive Sam because that’s a warning in itself.

None of these characters are mine. Read at your own discretion.

Bucky had tried finding a routine after coming back: Get up by 7, go on a run make breakfast, try to keep in touch with his friends he had made since coming back, try a new recipe, maybe try online dating, catch up on what he missed the past 70 years, try to forgive himself for all the atrocities he didn't have a choice in committing, make dinner, shower, and sleep by 9.

That's what his therapist, Darlene, told him to do at least.

She wanted him to write in a journal the names of the people and families he wanted to make amends with, things he wanted to explore and try out, and good things he remembered before he was the Winter Soldier.

Darlene had kept encouraging him to keep referring to the Winter Soldier as if he were his own separate person, and not affiliated with James Buchanan Barnes.

It helped a bit with passing the blame, but not by much. He, naturally, chose the last remnant of Steve he had- his journal- to hold these thoughts.

Steve saw the best in him when he couldn't.

He made an effort to try and forgive himself for everything he did, for Steve’s sake.

Why Steve had left him, he didn't fully understand.

It didn't make the "forgiving himself" part any easier.

If his lifelong friend, who had been with him through thick and thin, decided to leave him now in this time of his broken, mutilated life, what did that say about him?

Was he wrong about him?

Did he truly believe he was worth being fixed and forgiven?

There were small moments of hope that he could be fixed, but they were few and far inbetween.

His nightmares had gotten worse.

If Darlene would ask, he’d tell her, “no, they haven't", "they've stopped", or "I haven't had one for a while.” Bullshit excuses that anybody who saw the dark circles under his eyes wouldn't believe. Darlene knew he was lying and would try to reassure him that their space was safe and it would help him to get his nightmares out in the open.

He didn't think so.

This woman didn't know what it was like to have the same horrific scenarios play out in his mind every time he went to sleep.

To see himself killing innocent people like he was in the backseat of his mind.

The blood.

Their faces, some close friends and others strangers.

Their pleas and calls for mercy were what always broke him.

He was forced again and again to witness himself taking their lives and couldn't do anything to stop himself. Forced to use any part of himself for Hydra.

Nothing was spared.

He felt unforgivable, these nightmares were a sign of the Winter Soldier still being in his head, buried and ready if Hydra got their hands on him again.

He was tired of fighting and worrying, only wanting lasting peace and a full night's rest.

He had started renting an apartment in downtown Brooklyn near where his family had lived during the 40's. It was near the church cemetery his mother, father and sister, Rebecca, were buried. They were placed in the row closest to the street behind the church his family frequented during his youth.

His parents had passed from old age when he was imprisoned by Hydra.

A small part of him was thankful for that.

They never had to learn that their son had done such horrible things.

They lived with the good memories of him.

His sister had passed during the time half the population was gone, the Blip people called it, from Alzheimer's. He visited her once before, but she was in the late stages, and was a shell of who he remembered growing up.

His little sister Rebecca, whom he protected, opened jars for, teased, and made sure the boys she liked would be good to her, was now unable to remember him. He was told she passed peacefully in her sleep a few months after he disappeared.

Darlene thought that buying an apartment so close to his family's resting place might be overwhelming for him, but he wanted to be close to them and the memories he had.

The apartment consisted of a basic floor plan; kitchen, bathroom with a shower and bath, living room, bedroom, closet. However, he only used the kitchen, bathroom, and living room.

He didn't have many things when he moved in, and didn't feel he needed all the space allotted to him.

He had invested in a modest tv set, a microwave, blender, and a camping mat, courtesy of Sam's encouragement.

He had tried sleeping on a mattress, but he felt that he was going to sink through into the floor with how soft and marshmallow-like it felt. He always slept on the floor with a few blankets and sheets.

Sam had the same experience when he came back from Afghanistan.

Sam had tried to help him adjust to things since coming back, and had done a lot for him, including to help him find his apartment and encourage him to try new things.

There were times he had trouble getting out of his headspace to return Sam's calls and initiate with his friend. Darlene had been saying that for a person who allegedly had no one left, he seemed to have a safety net in Sam. She pushed him to call someone other than her and initiate with him. It was another case where he felt she didn't fully understand how difficult it was for him to build relationships, and "get his nightmares out in the open" since coming back.

He had gotten home late that night from the store, buying ingredients to make a recipe Darlene recommended: chicken tikka masala, he thought she called it.

He was amazed at the amount of change he had missed, especially from a grocery store. His family would boil everything with what minimal spices were available, other than the usual salt and pepper. He found solace in trying new recipes and exposing himself to the technological wonders of the 21st century, including learning how to use a DVD player and the iPhone he recently bought. He tried online dating but found it was too overwhelming and made him feel like a fish out of water. Asking people on dates and seeking relationships came easily to him when he was younger before the war, but everything felt so different now.

He felt so different and foreign to himself. His arm. His mind. He felt like a shell of the person he was before the Winter Soldier.

His groceries were unloaded into the fridge and he started to prepare his dinner. He placed a bowl on the counter for mixing chicken marinade and marinating the soon to be cooked slices of chicken. The chicken slices were placed into a pan on a low heat to begin cooking. They wouldn't take long since they only had to cook halfway through initially. He gathered the spices for the marinade.

The soft smells of turmeric, ginger, cumin, and garam masala reminded him of the evenings he spent helping his mother cook during the summer. His mother would rummage together some cash every once in a while to buy a few sachets of spices from the local grocery. It was an indulgence she took part in that, compared to now, seemed simple and less of an everyday luxury.

Sure, the spices she would bring home were more mild and less "exotic" than what he had available to him now, but it was the familiar memory of being taught to cook and the soft smells of his mother's cooking.

His conscience told him to use the spices sparingly despite himself being confronted with a substantially sized grocery aisle complete with spices from almost every corner of the world a mere few hours ago.

Maybe it was his upbringing during the Great Depression and watching his parents worry about where the next paycheck would come from.

Or maybe it was his instinct telling him this small semblance of peace he had found in his Brooklyn apartment would be snatched away, and that he needed to savor every new experience in stride.

Because if he let himself enjoy them too much, it would make the snatching that much more painful.

He couldn't decide.

He finished the marinade and would have to wait an hour or two to start the sauce and cook the chicken. He placed it in the fridge and made his way to the bathroom for a shower.

The warm water felt nice on his warped, scarred flesh around his arm on his left side. The area would often become sore and plagued by knots. Sam recommended warm showers, aloe vera, a massage and spa place nearby, and Advil. The thought of people he didn't know touching his scarred flesh made him feel nervous, so the rest of his suggestions were his go to.

His scar tissue and long hair were the last physical mark of Hydra on him.

He was thankful he didn't have to see the red star that had branded him for so many years when he looked in the mirror anymore, since leaving Wakanda.

But there was still his hair.

His hair that had blood, dirt and grime stained into it for his 70 years of service. No matter how many times he showered, he knew the blood would never leave his hair or his hands. His mind would drift through waves of hopelessness in quiet moments like these more often than not.

He dried himself off with a soft towel, changed into a pair of boxers, and began to gingerly apply aloe vera to the junction where his arm met his shoulder. His shoulder was still a bit sensitive after all these years despite the enhanced healing from the serum. Shuri theorized it was because the metal cavity of his arm continuously tore through the underlying tissue. She was able to remove the bits and pieces of metal embedded in his shoulder. His arm was in the healing process, but it would take a while after years of damage even with the serum. After he finished rubbing in the aloe vera, He put on a dark t-shirt and made his way back into the kitchen to finish the sauce.

He carefully prepared the onions, garlic, and spices for the sauce the way his mother taught him to.

He couldn't help but think about how his parents and sister would have loved to have tried this recipe with him.

He could almost hear his mother's voice in his head telling him to "cut the onions a bit smaller" or "don't let the garlic and onions burn in the pan".

Rebecca's eagerness to try the sauce prematurely with a perfected pout and whines of protest when denied so.

His father's quiet yet strong presence at the kitchen table reading the daily paper and soft scolding of his sister.

Steve drawing in his journal at the dinner table on evenings when Sarah Rogers would be working late at the hospital.

The radio softly playing in the background as a soothing ambiance.

The kitchen window opened to let the aroma of the Barnes’ family dinner wander through the back alley of the apartment building, and let in the sounds of the neighbors' soft conversations, clothes oscillating in the wind on the clothes line, and car engines humming as people made their way home at dusk.

All qualities of his family's evening routine and upbringing he longed for, but took for granted in his youth.

The stark smell of overcooked onions brought him back to the task at hand, pulling him from his thoughts but leaving his buildup of emotions he felt were about to rupture. He added the heavy cream, spices, brown sugar, and let them stir with the marinated onions and garlic. He felt tears start to form in his eyes. Letting the sauce thicken, he turned the pan onto a low heat, and added the marinated chicken to finish cooking.

He placed the spatula down on the counter top with a shaky hand, placing his hands on the counter to support himself as he let out a shaky breath, blinking away tears that formed in the corners of his eyes.

God, he wished they were here with him. Steve. His mom. His dad. Rebecca.

He wished he had somebody who knew him before the Winter Soldier that could help him to pick up the broken pieces of himself and to become the person he was again.

He wished he could have said goodbye to his parents, Rebecca, and that Steve hadn't left him.

He wished he could've held his parents one last time before they passed, met the man that Rebecca fell in love with and had a family with, and fought harder for Steve to stay with him and help pick up the pieces.

All things that he couldn't do anything about now.

He wiped his tears away and returned to stirring his chicken masala. Thoughts of his family blending with the thoughts of his recipe like the spices and heavy cream in his pan as a cope. Darlene had mentioned that the recipe goes best with garlic buttered rice or naan, so he had bought ingredients for both, but opted for the naan. He turned on the oven, placed some naan from the store on a baking sheet, and into the oven before returning to stirring the contents of the pan.

He remembered Sam wanted to come over and check in on how he was settling into his apartment, sometime the next day. Maybe he would want to try some of his dish.

"Initiate, take small steps to initiate". This counted as initiating, right? He hoped so.

His chicken masala was well blended and deemed done. His naan close behind. He placed a bowl and plate on the counter, served up his recipe and naan, and sat down at his two person dinner table, and prepared to eat. Darlene had told him that making a makeshift taco with the naan tasted good if he opted to not make the garlic butter rice. He took his first bite and let himself experience each incredible flavor.

He would definitely be making this recipe again.

Maybe he could make a batch for Sam.

It would be a small way to return the favor.

He made his way through his dinner, and would start heading to bed soon. It was almost 9 anyway. Shuri told him that consistent good sleep would also help him heal mentally along with his therapy and the treatment she provided.

He made a mental note to try making the garlic butter rice, thank Darlene for the recipe, and ask her if she had any more favorite recipes he should try during his next session.

He brought his dishes to the sink, moved to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and shed himself of his shirt. Sleeping shirtless was normal for him both during the war and after getting the serum, finding that he would warm up easily and end up tossing and turning in the night.

His escalated body heat helped him to survive the frigid Siberian winters during his imprisonment, but not the mild to warm summer nights in Brooklyn.

Laying on the hardwood floor with the lights out left him with his thoughts. He remembered the nights he and Steve spent laying on couch cushions on the living room floor of his parents apartment.

The nights he and his sister would read The Hobbit under the covers of his bed when they were younger, while their parents thought they were sleeping.

He liked to sleep with the TV on at a low volume and the window opened so he wouldn't be lost in his thoughts for too long.

He didn't have as much trouble falling asleep as before. Darlene told him to take deep breaths while resting his eyes and had gotten better at it since seeing her.

Breathe in for 5 seconds, exhale for 10, and repeat till he felt calm enough to drift to sleep.

He steadily awoke hours later, feeling warm and groggy.

It was quiet.

The TV was off and the window was shut.

He was none the wiser in his hindered state of being as he lifted himself off of the floor and trudged to the bathroom, the soft sound of his bare feet pattering on the wood floor like rain drops on a window, encompassing his apartment in a soft echo.

He turned on the soft bathroom light and twisted the cold faucet on, leaned down and scooped cold water in his hand, and poured it on his face. Supporting himself by his forearms, he closed his eyes and relished in the feeling of cold on his face and cascading down his neck.

The water felt warmer now and had a distinct iron smell to it.

He opened his eyes and was met with his hands drenched in blood. Blood flowing into the sink from the tap.

He slowly turned to meet his reflection. Met with the cold, dark, blank eyes of the Winter Soldier. The blood stained leather vest, black muzzle, and the long brunette hair stained black from blood falling over his face.

He was there with him, as clear as day.

He felt a stark and deep rooted sense of fear awaken and burrow itself in his chest as he quickly retreated from the sink, pressing himself against the opposing wall. Eyes wide and breathing heavy, he felt the walls of the bathroom constricting him.

The Winter Soldier reached out his metal arm, severing the separation between the mirror and his bathroom, and brought it down onto the counter top with a resounding crack, small remnants of the cheap countertop tumbling to the floor. He lunged for the door and twisted the knob but it wouldn't budge. Desperately, he tried to break down the door, knuckles bleeding and eyes teary. He could feel the Winter Soldier getting closer to him and was too terrified to turn back and face him. He broke through the door with a splitting crack, splinters in his hands. Awaiting on the other side was a long dimly lit corridor lined with bars and cold concrete walls.

His heart stopped.

He knew this corridor.

He would always know this corridor.

He didn't want to go forward, but he had no choice. Breaking into a sprint, not looking back and praying he didn't trip over himself, he felt a sudden, strong grip on his leg, pulling him backwards. Landing on the hard concrete with a groan and turning himself to face his captor: Two dark, army clad figures awaited him. He shuffled away from them as fast as he could but couldn't get to his feet fast enough to avoid being dragged to by his feet towards the bathroom. His screams echoing off the walls, and hands burning from friction against the cement floor at his attempts to escape their grasp.

He couldn't believe what was happening, he thought he was free from Hydra.

Free from these corridors.

Free from the chair.

He felt his nails fruitlessly catching on the small ridges of the cement floor as he was mercilessly dragged. The hallway enclosed in darkness behind him and the bathroom light ahead of him, serving as a beacon of pain and suffering.

He was left on the bathroom floor, shaking and crying, accentuated by the sound of the slamming of a steel door. His teary eyes searched for the figures but found none. Instead, his eyes landed on the dull gleam of the worn metal frame in his bathtub, tinged with small droplets of blood, smoothed down edges, and strained leather straps.

If he wasn't sobbing before, he was now. He felt so trapped, his heart beating out of his chest; his lungs made of tin, unable to expand.

His shaking frame was folded on the floor by the bathroom door. A few moments of silence flooded by the drops of his sink tap and his attempts to catch his breath.

Abruptly, a handful of his hair was grabbed, his body dragged to the chair as he let out seethes of pain and cries.

He was held down in the chair as he was strapped in by faceless, dark army figures. Soft whispers and murmurs of pleas for mercy and forgiveness settled around him, originating from every vent and faucet in his bathroom, nestled their way to his ears.

They grew louder and droned out the sound of leather going through buckles and the mechanical "wrrrrr" of the head plates assembling towards the top of the chair.

He struggled and screamed, but it was no use.

Trapped in the chair, no chance of escape; Limited by his mind and not his body.

He anxiously waited and dreaded for the excruciating pain of electricity to course through his body, to hear the words Hydra spent so much time and care to drill into his mind.

But both never came.

He awoke with a startle, eyes wide, body and blanket soaked with sweat, lungs gasping for breath.

His window open, letting in his neighbors everyday routine squeeze into his apartment.

The TV on a low volume, playing auctions for nic-nacs and heirlooms people didn't find use for. All drowned out by his racing thoughts and attempts at breathing.

The blanket pooled around his waist as he shifted to lean against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to focus on his breathing.

He needed his hair gone.

Like a wounded animal, he made his way to the bathroom with shaky breaths and uneasy strides. He flipped the bathroom light on, feverishly opening and closing drawers to find what he needed most.

A pair of scissors.

A raspy sigh left his lips as his hands met the plastic frame of the twin bladed tool.

His eyes shifted from his reflection to his hold on the scissors.

Carefully, he brought his metal hand to his hair, extending one of his many locks of hair.

His eyes drifted from the lock of hair to the metal blades that almost fully encased it.

Snip.

He watched as the lock frayed till it was severed completely, feeling the freed lock in his hand and watching it fall to the counter.

A sigh of relief left his lips as tears pricked his eyes as he met his reflection in the mirror.

Snip.

His tears were flowing fully down his cheeks as almost the entirety of his left side was covered in frayed, unevenly cut hair.

He gingerly ran his flesh hand along his head, relishing in the short tufts of hair, and began repeating the same frenzied cutting on the other side of his head, and towards the back

If the tears weren’t flowing before, they were now.

He placed the scissors onto the hair ridden counter with a clang, keeping his relieved gaze on himself, feeling his chest wrack with sobs, body slowly crumbling against the sink and to the floor.

He had never felt such relief in his life.

His hands ran over the chopped hair, savoring the uneven patched of hair, his head laying back to rest against the wood cabinet below his sink, eyes fluttering shut.

Muffled knocks softly rose his mind from the depths of sleep.

He let his eyes adjust to the bathroom light, feeling his neck ache from how he slept against the drawers of the cabinet.

Sam.

He rose up to his feet with a groan, trudging to his front door.

His front door opened with a click.

“Hey, man-woah.”

He rose his eyes to meet Sam’s wide ones, giving him a small smile, “Hi, Sam.”

Sam swallowed.

“Late night hack job, huh?”

He gave Sam a tight-lipped smile, nodding.

Sam’s lip quirked.

“I, um, I made something for you if you’d like to try it.”

Sam watched as he rubbed the back of his neck with his flesh hand.

He moved from the door, leaving it open for Sam to come in.

Sam carefully stepped into his apartment, taking in the rumple of blankets on the livingroom floor.

“It’s chicken tikka masala, my therapist recommended it.”

Sam took the plastic container he held out for him.

“Thanks for this…We should go get you a haircut. You can’t be walking around Brooklyn looking like you had a blender cut your hair.”

His lip quirked, nodding.

After a few minutes, he met him back at the front door in jeans, a t-shirt, and his bomber jacket, and glove.

“Ready to go?”

He wordlessly nodded, closing, and locking the door behind them.

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“Alright, what do you think?”

The hairdresser adjusted his chair so he could see himself fully in the mirror.

He could feel his eyes glaze over.

His previously poorly chopped locks were no where to be found, replaced by almost buzzed cut hair with a bit of length towards the top. Barely enough for anyone to get a good grip in.

“It’s perfect, thank you Melissa,” he muttered to the woman that gave him a kind smile in return.

He tried to hand the man at the cashier station some cash, but Sam interjected with his card.

He looked at Sam with slight bewilderment.

“You’ll cover me next time.”

His lip quirked, as Sam nudged his shoulder as they made their way to the exit.

He stopped in front of a window for a store on the way back to his apartment, seeing his reflection in the storefront.

And for once, he didn’t have a deeprooted distaste or fear of what he saw.

It almost made him cry.

He needed this.

His long hair gone. The last remnant of his time in Siberia, of the shackles that held his mind down under water like an anchor, gone.

Out of sight. Out of mind.

Sam stopped a few paces ahead of him.

“You wanna stop in?”

Sam’s voice broke him from his trance.

He gave Sam a small smile.

“No, just taking it all in.”

Sam gave him a comforting smile as he caught up with him.

They continued on to his apartment to give Sam some of his chicken tikka masala, running his hand through his hair periodically with a smile on his face.

#bucky barnes #marvel mcu #bucky barnes angst #sam wilson #winter soldier #mcu fanfiction #mcu #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes

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hushroomloser · 9 months

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Chris Evans short story part 7

Pairing: ReaderxChrisEvans

Request: Meeeee

Prompt: “I’m sorry I thought you were somebody else”

Warning(s): I’m a first-time writer

Word count: 1171

A/N: Hey online strangers, I wrote the first part a while back and have the rest of the story in my drive but have never posted it. This story I wrote way back in 2019 :'(. I will be posting at random times if you stay and read it thank you so much. Enjoy xoxox - I have no idea how many parts this story and technically I haven’t an ending yet.

I honestly to god have no more inspiration so this story will just be here for another 3 more years.

Here I am, whoever is reading this thank you. Because honestly I have reread the other parts and the amount of errors would make my high school english teacher blush.

Anyways as always enjoy and please if you have any criticisms bad or good I am all ears.

Kiss from someone who should be writing her thesis right now.

Bye

… I am back lol. I have no idea who even is enjoying this but yeah. I wrote this during finals so please excuse everything from it. From the grammar to the plot lol. I shall maybe edit it or something. Honestly didn’t this story needed more parts or anything and plus I am trying my hardest to make into a your name type without writing yourr name cause I never found it cute and plus whenever I read a yn i read out the yn has like yoon for some reason. So yeah

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“For me?”

Lowering his gaze, the whole ordeal made him realize that he was not as confident as he initially thought this morning, in front of his mirror, he had prepared such a speech that still made him blush now. And yet, he couldn’t say anything but mumble, “These are for you, to thank you. Yes, to thank you for bringing me here to see a doctor.”

“Uhm, thanks but it was my fault in the first place.” She giggled and took the flowers. “They smell nice.” Not knowing what to say, they each stayed quiet.

That silence between them did not feel awkward or anything, it felt good. They each look into each other's eyes knowing how they felt but unable to word it. How could they? They both felt like they were going after someone out of their league. A superstar and a doctor. Their attraction seemed eternal, their need for each seemed as if it could never be burned out. They wanted each other. How could they say; Hey this may be weird but I think I love you. I do not know you but you would fit in my life so perfectly. You would be so right, so perfect and so everything that words could not describe it. How do they tell each other that they mean everything? So, they didn’t say anything, they kept looking at each other. Hoping that the other could feel it.That they could feel their wants and needs for oneself.

“Code Blue, in room 305, code blue in 305”. They both shook their heads and broke their gazes away.

“I guess you have to go”, Chris said, a little bit sad that she had to leave.

“I don’t deal with codes”, looking at him, she wondered if he could sense the need. He should ask her out. Seriously! Maybe she should woman up and ask him herself. She’s an independent woman, it is not that hard. Just say the words. Would you like to go for coffee? See it is easy. Easy in her head, but in rel life, no. It would take so much courage to ask him. But she has to, if she did not he might not come back? He might just leave her, and she did not want that.

So she took all the courage she had, all the courage she had saved up all those years, even after entering her field. A field that was very much dominated by men. A field that made her rethink a lot of the way she acted, the way she would dress and even speak.

And she asked him, a bit nervous,

“If you aren't busy, in like 15 min or so would you want of course and if you have the time to grab coffee that is if you are free and available but if you aren’t I would totally understand. You are a busy man. Asking you to coffee would properly mess up your schedule. And all plus you are filming a movie right. I guess you do not have the time. Yeah, it is fine you should not come.” She had managed to say all of that without losing her breath.

Chris was smiling through it all, he though she’s cute when she’s shy. Acting like it didn’t matter. It surprised him at how well he could read her, especially the lack of knowing much about her. Seeing that she did want to see him agin he did wait much, honestly he was about to ask her out too but she beat him to it.

“I would love to have coffee with you.”God that smile could cure all the sick she thought.

“I will wait for you at the entrance is that okay.”

She couldn’t say anything after that monologue, not only was she out of it but she had just realized what she did. She asked him out.

Him.

God please if you are here and listening do not make me awkward, which had been a horrible start. Please make this elegant independent woman. Please make me gorgeous in every way possible, make me eloquent. PLEASSEEE MAKE ME PERFECT, she pleaded.

She could just otter yeas sure awesome before he left to wait for her. It had taken her a solid 5 minutes to realize what had happened. Another 5 to manage to look presentable and the last five to be convinced by Lizzy, which managed to be at your office and force you to tell her about what happened. She was ecstatic, the understatement of the year. She was what we would say out of this world with joy. God, she was giggling and murmuring about whatever future she had imagined. You didn’t even register half of it and for the other half, you had been rolling your eyes stating that it was just coffee.

You always had makeup in your work bag and an extra outfit in your locker in case you had to present something or if you had arrived in scrubs at the hospital. Always be prepared you remembered your mother telling you. Your mom has been the most influential part of your life, from the clothes you wore to what you studied at school. Men come and go but a degree is here to stay, she said. Not only did she make you study hard in school but always be dressed the way you wanted the way that made you feel extra amazing which happened to be wearing skirts or dressed and heels for everything and when I mean everything I mean even on a lazy day going out for groceries. If they had made running shoes that were also heels you would be the first and probably the only on to wear.

Dressing up and doing makeup and all that extra girly stuff, as your dad would say, did not take away from your achievement nor what you strived in life. You liked to look good getting those diplomas and all.

“I think I will wear this.” It was a long pink dress jacket you had been saving in your work closet inside your office in case of emergencies. And this was the upmost emergency of all. Chris had shown up on one of those days that looking cute was the last thing on your mind. Sleep was and always has been your true love and on that day, you needed an extra hour.

“It is perfect.” Lizzy smiled at the way you had semi-transformed yourself. “Like a medical legally blond without the blond part.” she giggled at your joke that was not as funny as she may have thought.

“How does my makeup look, and everything. What about my hair? Maybe I should cancel and say I had an emergency to attend to.”

“Stop. Breath. You look perfect.”Lizzy shook you into a reality that had been hard to accept. Beauty. Was I pretty? The question that is worth a thousand no a million dollars, honestly even a billion dollars.

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I did not know how to end it so lol this is part 7 please enjoy and also constructive criticism is as always very much appreciated.

Thank you

xoxox

#my wriring #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagine #creative writing #writing #fanfic #chris evans #short story #fanfiction

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Alright, okay, so, hear me out, we have cat hybrids, we have dog hybrids, and we habe fox hybrids. So just imagine..a lion reader. Aghhhhh, like, they probably have the best fluffier hair, not to mention the muscles 😶

I can imagine characters like Itto always challenging them to arm wrestles and stuff. Like, they're one of the few who can match them in raw strength, and being around them makes him feel safe

Or, how about one of the scholars, like Albedo, All Haitam, or Dottore, who are always sorta fascinated by how the lion side of them affects them.

(Reader would probably have a really calm monotone voice right, except when they're mad, then they get REAL LOUD. They sound like they're in a screamo song.)

Characters like Traveller and Xiao who for the first time have someone they can rely on, and not the other way around

Imma say this just once, but naps would be a big plus. They are the perfect napping buddy.

What are your thoughts on this, and what would you like to add on about it? There's just so much to do with the idea!

Okay, I'm done gushing now.

🕊 anon

Okay, so being normal for a single second to say thank you for an excuse to talk about hybrids in Genshin. Pleas forgive any grammar and spelling errors, I am very excited

And now

FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. YOU WANT TO HEAR MY THOUGHTS ON OTHER KINDS OF HYBRIDS? YOU'RE GONNA HEAR ABOUT MY THOUGHTS ON OTHER KINDS OF HYBRIDS.

Lions are one of the most obvious cases in nature of sexual dimorphism. So I think that would carry over to hybrids.

Amab folk naturally developing thicker, longer hair. Perhaps getting a proper mane. I honestly can't think of a reason why they wouldn't have a straight up mane.

The social aspect of it would be interesting. Typically, Lion Hybrids would be Polyamorous. At least, the amab folk would be, but I think the afab too. Families consisting of 1-3 amab or trans men with 4-8 afab or trans women and any of their children. Ignoring for a moment that most lionesses in a normal pride are related to each other.

Sons are typically expected to be out of the home early, while daughters usually stick around for a while.

Originally, the women of these hybrids are hunters and warriors. Men usually staying home to care for the children. But now, more and more of these hybrids are just kind of out there. They're fairly common to see outside of their own communities.

Anyway. Now to what you actually asked for lol.

Itto and a Lion!Reader would be pretty evenly matched in terms of strength. He might find it a little comforting to have someone else be the strongest. Takes off some of the pressure to protect other people.

Lion!Reader would probably have a better reputation than Itto no matter what. Lions are not only seen as powerful, but as being regal and protective. Unless they were actively a violent criminal, Lion!Reader brings people comfort by being around. They have more sensitive ears than a human, sharper vision, and far more muscle. If someone wants to pull something, they probably won't do it with Lion!Reader around!

I think the scholars you've mentioned, with the exception of Alhaitham who I don't think is this kind of nerd, would be fascinated by a Lion hybrid.

Albedo is studying the anatomy, making sketches to improve understanding of the musculature of Lion hybrids. Ahem, if you'll allow him, that is? He's never pushy, but you're very aware that he would like to study you. His eyes are always on you, it would be a little unnerving if you didn't know he was just trying to understand how your body works.

Dottore may attempt a more... direct form of study. You may be subject to many experiments and vivisections. Uh, don't get caught? Or maybe you're into that idk.

You mentioned being loud? Hell yeah a Lion hybrid is loud! Lion!Reader's vocal structure allows for volumes exceeding 114 decibels! That's so loud that your yells could genuinely cause damage to someone's ears. Not yours though, your ears are capable of withstanding this kind of noise. Usually Lion!Reader

You want someone dependable? You got it. Capable of more feats of strength than a human, having more sensitive hearing and smell, and probably being raised with loyalty being drilled into their head, Lion!Reader is absolutely someone to turn to when you need help.

Xiao can rest a little easier when you offer, no, demand to take over his duties for some time. You destroy enemies with no problem, and if he just needs to rest, you watch over him. Xiao won't admit it, but this is the safest he has ever felt. His head on your lap while you silently keep watch.

The traveler can bring you on basically any commission without any sort of worry that you won't be able to handle it Especially if you have a vision. Finally, someone they can have as backup without any concerns of leading them to their death

And yes, perfect napping buddy. You make people feel so safe and warm and happy in your arms. :)))

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin hybrids #hybrid character #lion character

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danielsdecanter · 2 years

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beautifully unconventional - part six

pairing: daniel ricciardo x f!singer reader

warnings: zak brown mention, various driver cameos, martin brundle mention, briefest reference to eating/disorded eating, unconfessed feelings, lil bit of hurt comfort at the end????

word count: 6.8k (lol)

summary: daniel ricciardo is famously a music fan. you’re the lead singer of one of his favourite bands. match made in heaven - right?

author’s note: ok yeah. this got long. i feel like it’s a bit all over the place and i might split this off into two further down the line but for now i just wanted to get this out there. there are a few moments i’ve cut as well (domestic slice of life sections, more night out content) which if anyone is DESPERATE for i could be tempted to put together into some kind of one shot if you ask nicely??? this is unbeta’d so please excuse any spelling/grammar errors and as always, any feedback is welcome!! also without sounding beggy, i’d really appreciate likes/reblogs. i don’t think the last part showed up in the tags, so your shares are the only way to spread the word!! regardless, love you all and ENJOY!!

dubai was hot.

might be too hot.

might be.

the line that you were taking was that you and your band were the official guests of the mclaren team for the race weekend, meaning none of you would look out of place hanging around in mclaren hospitality or the garage. daniel had introduced you to some of the more important faces on the team as you’d eaten lunch together on thursday, smiling politely as you shook hands with zak, andreas and tom, to name just a few. it was when his teammate, lando, approached with a cheeky grin however, that you gave daniel a look to almost say okay what does he know?

“hello lovebirds” lando teased, your cheeks flushing immediately.

“quit it, idiot” daniel replied, his tone harbouring the same annoying affection that you’d have for a kid brother, while giving your knee a quick squeeze under the table, a reassurance that he meant no harm.

holding his hands up in innocence, lando simply winked. “okay, okay, pretend i didn’t say anything!”

as lando wanders off, daniel gives your knee another squeeze, making you turn to him with a gentle smile.

“he means well, i promise…”

“i can tell, it’s okay” you say, sighing wistfully as you hold his gaze for a few short moments that feel like centuries before he speaks again.

“i’ve been meaning to mention actually” daniel starts, piquing your curiosity. “i wanted to ask if you wanted to go for dinner tonight with lando and his girlfriend? i went with them at the end of last season but on my own, thought it’d be nice if you came with me this time…”

a pang of nervous excitement hit your tummy at the idea of doing something very coupley in such a public setting. it’s not that that wasn’t what you wanted, it was just yet another step to making things feel more official, while technically you had no idea where you stood on that scale.

“that’d be nice…” there’s a sweet smile on your lips. “as long as i’m not imposing on any kind of tradition…?”

“please - even if you were, i’d still want you there”

god - he always knew exactly what to say.

“okay then” you grinned.

“perfect!” daniel looked like he could practically bounce out of his seat with excitement. “listen, i’m going to be tied up with various media bits and bobs for the rest of the afternoon, so if you want to head back to the hotel to freshen up before dinner later, i can meet you there?”

you nodded.

“perfect, i’ll see you later”

daniel stood up as you spoke, casting a quick glance around the suite before ducking down to place a soft kiss to your forehead, which made you beam.

“bye, love”

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it was a relatively short drive back to the hotel from the track, and within an hour or so you were back in the hotel room (well, suite) you were sharing with daniel. you’d arrived the previous evening and headed straight up to him, both of you choosing to stay in with a movie, room service and each other for company. you’d both fallen asleep to the film you’d chosen, your recent travel catching up with the pair of you, as well as the comforting sereness that came with simply being together again.

you decided to treat yourself to a long bath seeing as you had time to kill, taking advantage of the extra large hotel tub. once squeaky clean, you relished in time being on your side, hooking up your phone to the room’s sound system and playing some of your favourite music while beginning to get ready for the evening. hair was teased and make-up applied as you bopped along to the tunes, only just hearing the click of the hotel room door opening and closing a few hours later, signalling daniel’s return.

“you having fun there, babe” he grinned, watching you use your hairbrush as a microphone as you gave a particularly dramatic rendition of ‘will you still love me tomorrow?’ by amy winehouse.

“so much fun” you returned his grin, watching as he dropped his backpack and flopped back onto the bed.

“i just need to shower and chuck a shirt on and i’ll be good to go - lando said table’s booked for 7pm”

a quick glance at your phone let you know it was just coming up to 5.

“perfect”

—

you hadn’t known it as you’d walked into the restaurant together (hand in hand, of course), but the evening you had was quite literally, relationship-defining.

daniel had kept your hand in his from the moment you’d left your hotel room to the moment you’d sat down at the restaurant, keeping you close even as he drove. you’d attempted to scold him for driving carelessly, but he’d just told you he didn’t care with a kiss to your knuckles.

as you’d approached the table, you’d spotted lando and luisa were already there and they stood up to greet you as you got closer.

“lando, luisa, hi..” daniel was practically glowing. “lando you’ve already met, but i wanted to introduce you both to my girlfriend…”

you breath caught in your mouth and you were sure your heart had stopped beating for a second but you didn’t care. the dreams of domesticity you’d been having since that first night in the hotel in austin had just taken a huge step forward - sure, it could have been a conversation you’d had between the two of you first, but the sheer adoration in his eyes as he’d turned to look at you told you everything you needed to know without words. you’d let out a short happy laugh, as you’d turned to hug both lando and luisa, before sitting down, conversation flowing between the four of you as if you did this every week. just another thing in the long list of occurrences that just felt right.

when you got back to the hotel later that night, you couldn’t help but grin at daniel as he kicked off his trainers and grabbed a water from the minibar. as if he could feel your eyes on him, he’d turned to you, a similar grin lacing his lips.

“what?”

“i’m your girlfriend, huh?” you asked, expression unchanging.

“yeah - i mean, if you want to be. it just kind of came out. felt right, you know? i probably should have asked-”

you shut him up with a kiss.

—

daniel had left early the next morning to make sure he not only got to the track in plenty of time, but also to keep as much distance between your respective arrivals as possible. it felt a little odd that you were both still so concerned with keeping your relationship underwraps just hours after officially becoming boyfriend and girlfriend (to each other, lando and luisa at least) but you both maintained that you were doing this on your respective terms. besides, it felt nice to live in your little bubble of romance without anyone else to interfere.

when you’d arrived at the track later on that morning, you’d headed straight for the mclaren suite where you planned on remaining for the rest of the day. there was no way you were missing any of the action with the sheer number of screens around showing the various TV feeds, but it kept you out of the way of any curious eyes or cameras. during fp1 you sat, drinking your coffee in small, nervous sips, watching your boyfriend whiz around the tarmac. something about being there, being able to hear the roar of the engines just a few metres away compared to seeing him on the television at home made the excited yet terrified butterflies in your stomach take flight with an increased ferocity.

as the session came to an end your phone buzzed with a text from one of your bandmates. they’d taken to the fanzone en masse and you were greeted with a video of one of them attempting to race in a sim - it was not going well. you chuckled to yourself as you watched, taking particular pleasure in the way they’d chosen to 1v1 a computerised version of daniel. you only looked up at the sound of a pair of familiar aussie voices heading your way, glancing up to see daniel and michael wandering through, daniel’s race suit tied around his waist while michael carried his helmet. a grin lit up your face which was quickly reciprocated as daniel ducked down to give you a fleeting kiss.

“how did that feel?” you asked, rolling your eyes fondly in anticipation as you watched his face crease in excitement at the potential to make a stupid joke. “practice, smart arse, not the kiss”

“god you know me so well already” daniel replied. “it was good, everything felt good”

you nodded, pleased to hear that so far your presence wasn’t a jinx.

“i’m going to be pretty busy between now and the end of the day” he continued, ducking again to press a kiss that almost felt apologetic to the top of your head.

reaching for his hand, you gave it a quick squeeze, your brows furrowed slightly.

“that’s fine, i’m all good, don’t worry about me. just be careful”

before he could reply, he was beckoned over to one of the meeting rooms by an engineer who’s name you hadn’t caught. flashing you another quick grin, he made his way inside, no doubt to start a debrief on how that first practice session had gone. michael had been watching your brief interaction.

“you’re good for him” was all he said with a wry smile before wandering off himself towards daniel’s driver's room.

you let the words sink in, your face a picture of pure contentment as you took your phone again, sending a quick message off to your band to find out where they’d got up to - you may as well kill some time with them between the sessions after all.

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fp2 went smoothly, as fp1 had before it, and it felt like you had barely blinked and you were back at the track as daniel prepared himself for qualifying the next day. you were in the hallowed ground that was his motorhome, curled up on the small sofa as he went through a stretching routine with michael. it was a true battle against temptation not to simply sit and watch as he limbered up, so you distracted yourself. a scroll through instagram here, a reply to a tweet there, enough to make your glances over appear as just that - glances. while you didn’t want to distract him, you also didn’t want to provide any teasing material for him either.

the next thing you knew, daniel had plopped himself onto the sofa next to you, slinging an arm around your shoulders on instinct and pulling you into his side, attacking your head with what felt like a million and one little kisses. giggling, you settled against him, twisting to look up at him with a, quite frankly, besotted smile.

“what’s that all about, hm?” you asked, not particularly caring what the answer was.

“i’m just excited” he beamed, before leaning down to kiss you sweetly on the lips. “do you want to watch in the garage today?”

you felt yourself goldfishing. almost as if he could read your mind, he carried on.

“you’ll be out the way of the cameras, i promise, you can stick with michael towards the back - just want my good luck charm that little bit closer, is all”

who would you be to deny him that?

—

the weight of the ear defenders over your ears shouldn’t have felt unfamiliar - you spent a good portion of your professional time with some kind of headphones on in the studio - but these were different. the noise was substantially dulled, but you could still hear the thumping of your heart against your ribcage as daniel consistently found himself amongst the faster times as session progressed, fingernails digging into your palms as you watched the time remaining in Q3 tick down.

as daniel crossed the line for his final lap, he sat in 6th. he seemed to effortlessly glide through the chicane section at the start of the track and you were bouncing on the balls of your feet as you watched his sector 1 time turn green - somehow, by a couple of tenths. the lap went on, daniel picking up valuable marginals in the straights. as he approached the finish, you could barely look. the next thing you knew, the mclaren garage were cheering loudly at the fact he’d secured p3.

holy shit.

you give michael’s arm a quick squeeze in excitement before slipping off your orange headset and practically skipping through the paddock towards daniel’s drivers room, not caring how long you could be sat waiting as he goes through the rigmarole of media and debriefs. in the end, it’s not as long as you thought, your face illuminated with pride as he nips inside to freshen up before heading to the media pen. you throw your arms around him, pulling him in close to plant a full kiss on his lips.

“i’m so bloody proud of you, sweetheart”

daniel just grins, kissing you again as he takes the mclaren cap from his own head, putting it on yours.

“gonna need you at every race next year at this rate” he teases.

“you know i would if i could” you reply, with a tiny pout.

“i know, babe, i know”

he kisses you again.

of course he knew.

—

standing on the grid the next day, you felt decidedly out of place. you and your bandmates stood simply taking in the hustle and bustle of the various teams making their final preparations for the race ahead. not only was it the closest you’d been to the chaos all weekend, but some of the other famous faces you were clocking had your head spinning - compared to the likes of tom cruise and neymar, you were practically nobodies. your palms were sweaty and it wasn’t because of the heat of the dubai early evening - you were nervous.

no matter how much you tried to keep your head down, you felt your stomach jolt as you heard the recogniseable sound of martin brundle pulling you for a chat. plastering on a casual smile, you turned to face the music.

you brushed off his questions with relative ease - who are you supporting? oh, mclaren invited us! what are you looking forward to? just an exciting, safe race! here with your band? yeah, taking a break from recording! big f1 fan? i’m getting there!

it was all going well until he caught you.

if you had to pick your favourite, would it be daniel or lando?

you didn’t need a mirror to know you’d gone bright pink.

“oh! i - um - they’re both really nice, how am i meant to pick?” you were a fool if you thought you’d be getting away with that one. he egged you on to choose. “honestly, i think they’re both great but if you’re making me choose just one - i’m going to have to go with daniel. give him the right car and he’d win you a championship” you said, resolute conviction in your voice.

martin simply nodded, convinced with your answer and wished you a good evening before moving onto his next victim on the grid. you breathed a sigh of relief, bringing a hand up to your cheek, feeling the warmth that emanated from there. you might have believed it had come across as innocent, but you weren't sure if the cameras would.

it wasn't long before you were being ushered away from the grid and back into the safe confines of the mclaren garage, where you donned the same orange ear defenders as the day before and settled in to watch the action.

as the lights went out you practically screamed as daniel made a good start, effortlessly weaving around checo who was starting from second, cementing his position there instead. regardless of the fact that there were 58 laps still to go, you felt like a giddy child at the funfair. this was the closest daniel had been to leading all season, and even if he didn’t managed to snatch the win, this was still a mega achievement.

the laps came and went, and there was a brief portion of the race when lewis, who was leading, pitted, letting daniel take the lead - however he hadn’t yet pitted himself so it didn’t last all that long. just seeing his name right at the very front again though, filled you with a cautious optimism for the next year.

at the chequered flag, you found yourself feeling emotional at the sheer joy surrounding you in the garage. not only were the team chuffed that daniel had managed to hold onto second place for pretty much the entire race, but lando had made his way into third with some late race overtaking as checo’s engine gave up the ghost. there were shrieks of happiness outside too, as lewis finally got his hands on his 8th world championship. a good day at the office all round.

next thing you know, you’re being half led, half dragged through the pitlane towards the podium ceremony by michael and some of the media team.

“he’d want you there” michael muttered into your ear, only just about audible over the cacophony of noise. you simply nodded, smiling as you squirmed your way through to the front of the barriers to get the best view. it reminded you of a music festival, how you’d weave in and out of people to get a glimpse of your favourite band - only in this case, it was the man you were quickly realising you were in love with. as he made his way out onto the second step, you cheered as loudly as you could, clapping excitedly as he was presented with his trophy and champagne. he spotted you after a few seconds, and you were sure you weren’t imagining the way his eyes seemed to be searching for someone - searching for you. you quickly snapped a few pictures on your phone during the national anthems before filming the carnage that was the champagne spraying between the three drivers.

before you could react, daniel was leaning over the barrier, shouting down to you. you looked up expectantly, only to squeal as he somehow managed to spurt a burst of champagne in your direction, coating you in the fizzy alcohol. you were almost certain that that was going to have been captured on camera. if you weren’t so bloody happy you’d have probably worried about how you’d play that one off, but in that very instant, you didn’t give a monkeys.

—

the rest of the night could only be loosely defined as pure chaos. when the hysteria from the podium ceremony eventually calmed down, you found yourself back in daniel’s motorhome. you knew he was going to have god knows how many interviews and media responsibilities to fulfil before he was truly free for the night, but he’d been switched on enough that morning to suggest you take a change of clothes and whatever you’d usually need to get ready for a night out to the track with you, so that you could both head out to the various end of season parties from there.

after managing to swindle a bottle of champagne from the mclaren hospitality suite, you were steadily making your way through it as you redid your makeup, spritzing an unhealthy amount of dry shampoo through your hair in an attempt to get rid of your drenching from earlier. the last three and a bit months had been a whirlwind, but you wouldn’t have changed them for the world. in the end, daniel took about two hours to finally make his way back to you, bounding his way inside before pulling you in tight and kissing you excitedly. you giggled into the kiss, pulling away after a few seconds.

“i’ve literally just redone my make up” you teased, grinning at the smear of lipstick that now sat on his lips.

“well do it again - i just needed to kiss my good luck charm”

you rolled your eyes and he took the hint, giving your backside a cheeky squeeze before grabbing his change of clothes that hung up in the lounge (if you could call it that) and making a dive into the shower.

“i swear i’ll be like 15 minutes!” he called from inside the tiny bathroom, ample time for you to retouch your face again.

once he was done, it didn’t take long for him to lead you back through the track compound, heading towards some of the yachts in the marina.

“there’s a team party in one of the sponsor’s yachts - reckon i should show my face there for a little bit but then the world is our oyster, my darling” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows as he did.

“i’ll go wherever you go, my liege” you teased back, leading him to squeeze your hand and pull you in closer to his side.

“thank god”

in the end, it was the only party you’d ended up going to. the drinks were flowing and everyone was having a good time. lando had somehow managed to convince some of the other drivers to join him - you were sure you recognised alex and charles at the very least. why they were there instead of with their own teams was anyone’s guess, but no one seemed to bat an eyelid. you and daniel danced as if no one was watching, your arms laced around his neck while he kissed your face (quite literally) all over. the bar never seemed too far away, either.

at one point, the music dropped, and andreas took to the makeshift stage by the DJ booth to make a brief speech. daniel pulled you back against his front, his arms wrapped around your middle, holding you securely. you leaned back into him, fingertips grazing gently over his arms, almost subconsciously. you listened intently, heart full of affection for all those around you, beaming with sheer pride as the topic switched to the man at the top of your list. it was apparent just how much he meant to andreas and - well - the team members present at the party at least, especially after a tricky season. you twisted slightly to look up at him, your heart close to bursting at the sight of unshed tears in his eyes. all it took was a glance back down at you for him to blink, and let a couple run down his cheeks, which you quickly kissed away. eventually, you turned fully in his arms so that you could hold him, letting him sway you gently as the speech wrapped up.

the music kicked back in but you made no effort to move.

“wanna grab a seat for a bit?” you asked, wanting to make sure he was alright before cracking on with the rest of the night.

“sounds good”

linking your hand with his, you made your way across the yacht to a cushioned seating area on the deck, just far enough away from the main party area to allow for normal conversation - at least one that wouldn’t require shouting to be heard. as you sat down, he immediately pulled you against him and placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“you alright, love?” you questioned, voice soft as you sat contentedly.

“yeah - yeah i’m good” daniel replied, giving you a little squeeze. “just started thinking about what a year it’s been, all the shit parts but all the good parts too - and the blessings that have come my way” he added with a tiny, yet happy smile down at you.

“am i a blessing?” your eyes were twinkling.

“you most certainly are” he replied before leaning down to kiss you. it was slow but purposeful, almost as if he was trying to say something through the way your lips moved together.

as he pulled away, he asked you a question which took you by surprise.

“come home with me for christmas?”

you felt your stomach drop in disappointment. god, you wanted to go with him. you didn’t want to be away from him for too long for as long as possible during the winter break, but jetting off to the other side of the world with him was logistically out of the question. you thought you’d kept your face neutral, but from the sad smile he was giving you, it must have been far from it.

“i want to dan - i really want to - but i ca-”

“you can’t” he finished your sentence for you.

“i’m sorry, baby. i genuinely can’t. the label’s booked us a huge chunk of studio time over the next few months to work on our next album, and i’ve already made arrangements with my family for christmas - i’ve paid for us all to celebrate in the countryside for some peace and quiet” you added with a little huff of a laugh, even though nothing was particularly funny.

“it’s okay - bit last minute on my behalf anyway” the smile on his lips had a tinge of sadness to it, but you could tell it wasn’t aimed at you.

“little bit” you replied, before placing a quick peck to his lips. “when do you fly home? as in - australia home?”

“little over two weeks, why?”

“come and stay with me until you go? you’ll be close enough to woking, you can bring that bolognese sauce round, we can do lots of christmassy things… what do you say?”

his kiss was the only answer you needed.

your earlier urge to party the night away had been dampened, as the day caught up with you, alongside your mutual disappointment at your impending separation. after finishing your drinks, you said your goodbyes to the team and made your way back to your hotel, choosing to spend the night with each other for company. that was enough.

—

you’d flown back to london the next day, daniel not needing to take part in any end of season testing. you’d headed back to your place by yourself initially, letting daniel drop by his to pick up some bits and bobs (as well as his famous pasta, which you both shared that night). everything felt so domestic as you washed the dishes together, pouring each other glass after glass of wine as you settled down in front of the tv to watch some mindless drivel, while planning the next few days.

you planned a trip to the natural history museum - not to explore the exhibits, but to ice skate one evening. both of you were bundled up, daniel especially, in an attempt to keep your identities on the downlow. despite it only being late november, the rink’s huge christmas tree was illuminated, twinkly lights casting a gorgeous glow across the space. neither of you were particularly good, but you weren’t complaining, as it led to tightly gripped hands, arms around each other's waists to steady yourselves, and lots of giggles.

after your time on the ice had finished, you both headed straight for the van selling hot drinks, both of you going for a hot chocolate (with all the trimmings of course). you knew it was a recipe for disaster - the disaster being daniel’s nose ending up covered in fluffy whipped cream after the smallest of sips. you barked out a laugh, causing him to look at you with a bewildered gaze, before he realised what was going on as you beckoned him over.

“come here you silly mare…” you taunted with a sweet smile, as you swiped your thumb across the bridge of his nose to get rid of the majority of the mess before planting a kiss to the tip. “there we go”

with that, he dipped ever so slightly to kiss you, the way you both tasted of chocolate and sprinkles making the experience even more saccharine. as he pulled away, he took his phone from his pocket.

“stay right there” he ordered, as he snapped a few brief shots of you and your ridiculous drink. he was so quick to take them that you didn’t have time to pose, simply providing him with intimate, candid shots of you realising what he was doing. you were laughing in one of them while looking directly at him. that quickly became his new lockscreen.

—

another day was spent with him accompanying you to a studio session. you’d spent the car ride there (he drove - of course) practically giving him a get out of jail free card to not come. studio days weren’t always fun and full of music. sometimes you’d simply be sat around for hours on end while the sound engineers got take after take of a guitar solo or drum break down. not to mention half of your next album wasn’t even written yet, which naturally proved problematic when it came to recording it.

he brushed it off every time.

“babe you’ve just spent four days in the fucking desert watching me go round a race track literally hundreds of times. this is nothing”

it made your brain whir with affection.

there was no surprise that your prediction for the day was partly true. there was a lot of sitting about doing nothing, but it was far from boring. daniel chatted away to your band, the engineers, the studio staff, all of them as if they were old friends. sure, he’d met your bandmates a handful of times now, but the casual familiarity he seemed to spur with everyone he met, was just another thing to add to your list of ‘reasons why i’m falling in love’.

it was around mid-afternoon when inspiration suddenly struck out of nowhere. you grabbed your notepad and pen and started scrawling a rough draft of some lyrics, before moving over to the piano in the room to tinkle out a basic melody. you watched as your bandmates' heads lifted, moving to their various instruments to join in with your impromptu jam session.

before you knew it, the song was taking shape, and you gave the guys in the booth a nod to start recording a first take that you could share with your label, before flashing daniel a smile as if to say - listen carefully.

and he did.

‘A few days pass since I last saw you

And you've taken over my mind

I'm retelling jokes you made that made me laugh

Pretending that they're mine

I wanna tell the whole world about you

I think that that's a sign

I'm losing self-control and it's you

It really is, 1000 times’

you hadn’t quite got the ending nailed, but as you tailed off the recording you all shared a look, knowing deep down that you had a song on your hands, and a good one at that. with a grin, you looked through the glass window to daniel, who was looking back at you with what could only be described as pixar character eyes. you laughed happily to yourself as you grinned back, making a mental note that he’d figured out that maybe, just maybe, those lyrics were about him.

you don’t speak about it though. not then, anyway.

the next morning, as you lay in bed together, you broke the news to daniel that you needed to go food shopping. initially, he shrugged - not understanding the big deal. panic set in on his end however when you grinned, sitting up so that you could manoeuvre yourself to be sat on his lap, thighs on either side of his hips.

“i’m driving though” you announced.

his eyebrows shot up in alarm.

“pardon?”

“i’m driving. we couldn’t fit a bag of shopping in the boot of your car, never mind a food shop for the next week! we’ll take my car and i’ll drive it, we’ll be fine”

“i don’t even know what you drive”

you bit down on your grin.

“it’s in the garage, i’ll show you after breakfast”

around an hour and a half later, you were stood by your car in the garage, watching with a pout as daniel was bent over, half laughing, half crying.

“is that - is that a - you drive a -” he couldn’t get the words out.

“a fiat 500? yes, yes it is”

“i did not have you down as a fiat 500 driver” he was still giggling.

“it’s a good car! she’s called betty boop. i’ve never really needed to drive far so she does exactly what i need, perfectly well thank you” you snapped, mostly teasing as you sauntered over to him and snatched the keys from his hands.

holding his hands up in mock defence, he admitted defeat. “okay, okay! you can drive miss boop, it’s fine”

it wasn’t fine. you only realised the reason he wanted to drive was because he was the most annoying passenger. from dramatically checking that the road was clear at every junction you approached, to putting the handbrake on for you as you came to a stop, he was doing practically everything possible to get on your last nerve and you don’t think he even realised. as you pulled into the car park of the waitrose, you turned off the ignition and chucked the keys into his lap.

“fine. you can drive home”

his joyful cheer was deafening - and somehow made your annoyance melt away.

—-

there was an air of unspoken sadness on your last night together. you’d put a christmas film on tv but neither of you were really paying attention, instead preferring to bask in the familiar quiet as you sat in his arms on the sofa. you held one of his hands in yours and played with it - bending his fingers, tracing yours across his palm, running your fingertips along the lines of his tattoos - anything to keep hold of him.

eventually you spoke up.

“is it selfish that i don’t want you to go?” you asked, sad eyes meeting his own.

“only as selfish as me wanting you to say fuck it, and come with me”

you smiled at that, the way the both of you wanted anything but the separation that was to come.

“i know you’ve not even left yet, but when will you be back over here? or back in monaco at least?”

he did the mental maths, face screwing up slightly in thought. “probably second week of january? third at the latest. mid-january-ish”

a soft sigh. “so a month-ish then?”

“yeah, something like that” he replies, dropping a kiss to the top of your head.

you quickly swallowed down a lump in your throat, not wanting to cry or ruin the moment.

“i’m really going to miss you, dan” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

at that he stopped you from toying with his hand and instead linked your fingers, squeezing tightly.

“i’ll be back before you know it - besides the time difference isn’t that bad”

“i suppose…” you sighed again. “call me when you’re going to bed? i promise i’ll answer if i can”

“only if you call me when you’ve woken up” he grinned, though there was still a hint of sadness behind his eyes.

“deal”

with that, you turned in his arms to kiss him, slowly, so that you could savour each and every moment. you stayed like that for most of the night, laying on his chest, kissing every now and then, murmurs of affection and sweet nothings being exchanged between the two of you. at some point you must have nodded off, as next thing you knew you were being carried up the stairs to bed.

“hi…” you mumbled sleepily, tucking your head in against him.

“bed time, sleepyhead”

you nodded and did little to fight off the sleep that was fast returning. you were half aware of him taking your socks off, leaving you in his hoodie and shorts as he tucked you into the covers, before slipping into beside you and gathering you up in his arms. you were sure you heard a soft ‘good night beautiful’ before you were fast asleep again.

the following morning is similar to the night before. you’re both awake before the alarm’s gone off, choosing to stay enveloped in each other for as long as you can. eventually he gets up, mumbling something about needing a shower as his lips brush against yours. you nod, hearing the water turn on in your bathroom before deciding to get up yourself.

heading downstairs, you decide that you may as well start making some breakfast for the two of you. there was about an hour before daniel had to leave, and as he’d been living out of his suitcases for the last two weeks, packing was already done and dusted. flicking the radio on, you started whisking together some scrambled eggs. you were quite happy simply pottering about in the kitchen, the process of cooking a welcome distraction from the impending departure, until you noticed the song playing on the radio.

‘i remember when you were here, and all the fun we had last year’

it’s enough to break the dam on the tears you’d been holding back for what felt like the last day. tears slipped over your cheeks, and you made no effort to wipe them away, sniffling to yourself as you made yourself carry on with the breakfast preparation.

“oh, christmas music!” came a voice from the doorway, which made you jump, turning to face him out of instinct.

he clocked your face straight away, his own twisting in what could be described as devastation.

“oh baby, come here…” he said, arms outstretched, which you stepped into within seconds. you cried softly, no doubt leaving tear stains on his t-shirt.

“i’m sorry, i just - gonna be so quiet without you here”

“you’ll be surprised how loud i can be from thousands of miles away, love” he murmured, smiling gently down at you as he pressed his forehead against yours.

you sniffed a laugh. “somehow, i don’t doubt that”

he took over breakfast duties from you after that, promising that despite past evidence suggesting otherwise, he could actually scramble eggs. you didn’t protest, happy to watch for as long as you could.

you ate together - which was more like daniel eating, and you pushing yours around your plate, appetite long gone.

“promise me you’ll eat something when i’ve gone?” he says, eyes watching with concern.

“i will - just never really liked eating after crying”

the minutes then seemed to fly by much more quickly than you’d wanted, and you were stood in the hallway, watching him make his final checks before heading out. you’d decided a few nights previously when you first discussed his arrangements for going home that you wouldn’t go to the airport with him. it was peak christmas travel season, meaning the airport would be busy and it wasn’t worth the risk of being spotted, no matter how valuable the extra few minutes together.

“you all good?” you asked, silently, selfishly wishing that he wasn’t. a missing passport wouldn’t go amiss right now.

“yeah, everything present and accounted for”

fuck.

“well…” you started, before you were being pulled into a crushing hug.

“you are so, so, special to me, i hope you know that…” daniel consoled, rocking you slightly from side to side.

“it’s mutual, babe…” you replied with a watery laugh.

“good” he smiled that trademark smile that could light up a room - god you were going to miss him. “i uh - i’ve left you a christmas present under the tree, but you’re not allowed to open it until christmas day”

you managed a grin in reply.

“well i snuck one into your case the other day, so that’s mutual too”

he laughed, giving you another squeeze, and a quick kiss before pulling away and gathering his bags.

“i’m not saying bye, by the way, this isn’t bye. i’ll probably talk to you later anyway” it was almost as if he was trying to rationalise the situation to himself. this wasn’t that bad. it was only a month away. you’d spent the first few months together only seeing each other fleetingly and relying on calls and texts. somehow, though, this felt different. the last two weeks had given you both a taste of what things could be like, and now you didn't want to give it up for love, nor money.

“okay then. i’ll talk to you later” you said, pressing up onto your tiptoes to give him one last kiss which he happily returned.

then, he was out the door, halfway down your garden path before you called out to stop him.

“daniel!”

he turned to look at you over his shoulder.

i love you, your mind said.

“text me when you land okay?”

double fuck.

---

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On video games and writing and Fire Emblem Engage

Mainly just me musing about how I don't think the story is bad. Sorry for being annoying tbh. This is meant for my personal circle of mutuals, but maybe other people can get something out of it. Please be nice to me; I am not a professional reviewer and don't claim to be writing anything objective or anything lol. I'm also not really editing heavily for grammar or anything (if anything I try to keep a bit of order structurally but I love a comma splice idk lol).

This piece has gone through many versions in my head as I try to nail down exactly what puzzles me about the perception of the writing as being "bad".

Initially I think I was going to do a full plot breakdown and point out how logically every moment fits together and how foreshadowing + late reveals enhances certain previous moments. As I write this down, I don't think that I'll be doing that here. I almost considered a deep dive into the themes of motherhood and found family presented in the game. Not sure I'm going to do that either. At one point I also considered fully getting into common complaints (particularly some brought up from one of my folks who I deeply respect, Mr. Forte himself), but also I don't think I'll really do that.

So, what am I writing here? Maybe it's a mix of all of the above. Maybe it is none of the above. I don't really know. But I do want to talk about how this game just really vibes for me; and while I don't intend on necessarily changing anyone's mind, I want to at least provide some perspective on why I personally enjoy it so that others can understand my perspective at the very least.

Perhaps I will succeed in that. Perhaps I will fail. Let's find out together. (Again I'm doing like very minimal editing. Please excuse grammatical errors/typos. If anything is unclear, ask and I'll try to clarify. But I'm bad at tumblr so either tweet at me or send it through an ask please.)

Prologue: Who? What? Why?

To start, I'm in my early 30s. The video game that made me love video games was Super Mario RPG, and my earliest gaming memories include me watching my dad beat up the robot evil Santa at the end (also him playing some NBA game on SNES). FE games I have played start to finish: 8 (Ephraim), 11, 12, 13, 14 (all 3), 15, 16 (all routes), and 17. FE games I have played a bit of but didn't finish for various reasons (mainly I got distracted and forgor 💀): 1, 4, 5, 7, and 9. None of this actually matters that much, but maybe there's a generational and/or fandom divide of some sort and this provides useful context.

I am not a writer by trade nor hobby. Writing is actually one of my least favorite things to do (this is potentially related to OCD brain "just right" stuff), to the point where I chose my college major specifically based on which had the least amount of classes that I could actually complete without having to write essays. I am a math person. I do like consuming and dissecting written fiction though.

This piece is meant to be mostly explanatory. I want to give my perspective as best I can. I decided other writing styles would be too combative for what amounts to something we're consume for enjoyment. I just want to pass on some understanding of how I feel.

I think the best way to do this is generally avoid spoilers, but I will include a specifically marked section where I discuss all spoilery things that come to mind (anything that I intend to come back to in this spoiler section will be marked with a *). Any non-FE games mentioned will not be spoiled beyond kind of a general "a reveal happened in a way that bugged me" type of stuff, if even that is a concern here's a list of the games vaguely mentioned so you can crtl+f: Tales of Zestiria, AI The Somnium Files: Nirvana Initiative, Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney - Dual Destinies. It all happens within two paragraphs, so you can just skip them if needed.

(Also I may accidentally use he/him pronouns for Alear because M Alear was the one I played with first, but I do generally think of FE avatars as the same being regardless of gender and try to use they/them when speaking to things both versions experience, which is like everything besides the hair colors being flipped and class options?)

Chapter I: What Is "Bad Writing" To Me?

Ok if you're reading this I assume you are at least in high school, and for that reason I'm not going to walk anyone through that level of analysis. In no way is this meant to be a lecture and I'm not trying to give any particularly deep literary analysis. That feels kind of like a pretentious thing to do in this situation.

So, bad writing? To me the biggest thing I consider bad writing is when an idea is not communicated well. This could be contradictory messaging, poor delivery, puzzling execution, etc. Obviously this can happen to various degrees of "bad", but I will not consider a story to have bad writing unless the writing breaks the experience in some way.

A broken experience is not the same to me as a negative one. To me a negative experience is just a matter of taste in the end and not a matter of "bad writing". Boring writing is not the same as bad writing even if it makes the experience painful. A broken experience has to be bad to the point where you just do not understand what they were attempting at all.

One game that comes to mind on this is Tales of Zestiria. I loved the characters in that game, and the main story itself is largely logical. But it was written so messily that there's a point where it becomes truly incoherent. To this day I have no idea what was going on with Dezel and Rose's personal histories despite a major climax of that game being built around the moment things get revealed for them. Again, it was overall a fun game, but it was definitely one I would claim had some bad writing.

Another situation that comes to mind that can be a spark for bad writing is when a reveal sours previous experiences. Misleading an audience can work really well in some ways. Ace Attorney 5 (Dual Destinies) has a reveal that has made me not want to replay it at all, but I don't believe the reveal is poorly done. Conversely, Somnium Files 2 (Nirvana Initiative) had one reveal that invalidates a significant part of the playing experience in a way that's hard to describe without going any further, but I think playing with audience expectations can only go so far until you make the audience feel like you've stolen part of the joy of the playing experience by severing an emotional connection.

I've been trying to describe this all in objective terms, but obviously it is very subjective. It's totally a "I know it when I see it" thing in the end. This section might be pointless. I don't know.

(There were too many blocks of text so look at Alfred; he's so nice and funny and good. I will give him the pact ring every time I play as M Alear lol.)

Chapter II: What about Fire Emblem Engage?

I guess this is kind of my point. I don't understand how any of this is applicable to it. The plot is fairly simple especially to start. You go from point A to point B with plenty of easy to follow narrative. Characters behave in logical and understandable ways. There's nothing functionally "wrong" with the story.

I think there are some pacing issues with the last stretch of chapters in that things happen too quickly for the player to properly respond even though the concepts are cool*. There's a lot of infodumps in these last chapters too that feel a little misplaced*. I agree that the tea supports (and shared gimmicks in general among certain groups of characters) are a bit overwhelming to unlock in succession. The DLC sucks* and only small parts of it truly add to the main story's narrative. There's the usual Fire Emblem incest and pedophilia grossness trying to peek its head through*. It's not a perfect game by any means.

I think I need to break up overall story discussion and character usage discussion, so I'm going to do that right now. If you've read to this point you generally get my point maybe on why the writing works fine for me and can stop here if you don't want a full peek into the deepest and most illogical recesses of my mind?

If you're not stopping here, together we ride or something idk did the title for this song come from Smash? Whatever.

Chapter III: The Story

***SPOILER WARNING, SKIP TO THE NEXT PART IF YOU WANT TO AVOID SPOILERS***

Alright so I lied when I said I wouldn't go into this fully dissecting the plot or other people's criticisms. I'll do that a little bit here.

The biggest moment of "controversy" I think that happens early on is the loss of Lumera. What I've seen is that many people feel it didn't land well with them due to the game having not built up the relationship all that well. And I intellectually get that perspective. If a story beat doesn't land well to you then I can't tell anyone they're wrong for feeling a particular way about things. But while I understand people may feel this way, I truly do not understand that viewpoint. That we don't know Lumera is kind of the point. Alear also doesn't know her well at that moment. You're supposed to feel like it came too suddenly and is weird for it. The full gravity of the moment is not clear until later on in the game, and I think it was executed very well because the entire game revolves around this specific concept of chosen motherhood and family.

But maybe I'm moving too quickly. Backing up a bit, another criticism of this early game situation is I've seen people say they don't "have reason to care" how Alear is feeling this early on. And like, I truly don't know how to help you with that. When I start a game I generally don't start at 0 waiting for the game to make me care about the main character. I am already on their side and hoping for the best for them? I went in mainly thinking Alear looked goofy but like a nice kid who deserved nice things and the game did build well on it for me.

I think there are some questions on the nature of the emblems and the rings that go somewhat unanswered. There's a lack of clarity on how the rings function, and how stealing the rings after winning a battle works. Given that we see them levitate at numerous times, I suspect that is mostly the answer. But I do understand if that's a point of contention for some since it's not directly clarified.

The emblems are similarly somewhat explained as kind of heroic essence put to form, which genuinely is enough of an answer to me. But I do understand some may find that lacking. There are also many issues with the writing of the emblems which I sympathize with especially as a comic book fan who hates it when my faves are misrepresented in other titles. That's a genuine flaw that could have been corrected by having people working on the script who cared more about accuracy.

The pacing absolutely becomes an issue in the later chapters of the game. The Zephia and Griss death scene is extremely touching and well-written, but to have a scene that long and that complex in that moment of the game is very awkward. It would have been better suited as a Memory Prism type of bonus scene like FE15 had (for several characters there were scenes that added context but did not exactly fit in the main story such as a flashback discussion with Emperor Rudolf). It is necessary to understand the characters, but there's not a truly comfortable place to put it that doesn't seem insane especially given the length. This deeply ties into how I feel about the DLC as well, which is that Good!Zephia/Zelestia gives crucial insight to the effects of positive nurturing and actively choosing to build bonds, which is perhaps the strongest and most important theme of the game. Every instance of chosen family in this game is framed and shown to be a truly critical event for the individuals, as are the instances of chosen neglect. The usage and execution of this theme to me was extremely powerful in execution and just worked without feeling too cringe or forced. It's good stuff. I love love love what they did here, and I say this as a person who has never wanted to be a mother of any sort.

To go on a bit more about this: Griss (and by extension Gregory, but focusing on Griss here for simplicity) and Alear are such strong reflections of one another. There's some obvious aspects like how Griss is visually edgy and Alear is visually bright, Griss is rude and confident while Alear is kind and doubtful, etc. But the strongest comparisons and contrasts between them involve their mothers, and I think it's just incredibly well done. Comparisons include both of them get their sense of fashion from their moms, get their unit classing from their moms, somewhat blindly follow the words of their moms, had terrible upbringings and cling to their moms as their first emotional support, etc. But the contrasts? Oh baby. Zephia adopts Griss because he's a standout while Lumera adopts Alear because they're a failure (by Sombron's measure, not literally). Griss spends years by Zephia's side learning from her while Alear has to mostly guess at what Lumera had planned for them. And perhaps most starkingly: Griss gets to die alongside Zephia while Alear and Lumera are always mourning one another. Griss is such an incredibly well done rival character. It's no wonder he's the one who gets the special cutscene where he reveals the truth to Alear. Forever my GOAT!

Sadly though it's time to switch gears and talk about the DLC: it truly sucks. I said it on twitter after beating it, but I really think that they messed up on anticipating what would be a compelling scenario for the players to play through while also coaxing themselves into a snafu regarding spoilers. There's some good stuff there, but it's almost directly undercut by necessitating that it can be played early in a playthrough before the player has gotten to the revelations about Alear's biological parentage.

The DLC does attempt to carry over the themes of the main game, but without being able to openly acknowledge that these are some of the last of Alear's siblings (even if not by blood exactly) it becomes hollow. The only real payoff on the theming is the Nel and Veyle support chain where even if they aren't sisters in the traditional sense, Veyle is desperate for that kinship as she is so young and has spent so much time alone. It's very touching and something that could have been touched on with Alear as well if only the writers weren't forced to write a detached arc to avoid spoilers.

Yes this is probably where I should get into the alt Alear being the "twin" of the main one. They needed to either go all in with that and have Alear confirmed as sort of a multiversal set of twins or back up off it and confirm that they're only narrative parallels because doing literally all of this and then having Nel have feelings for the other Alear is gross. They did so well avoiding weirdness with Veyle in the main game, and then completely blew it in regards to Nel. It makes no sense you can romantically S support her and invalidates all the themes about family presented to that point if characters who literally share a father and share similar traumas don't find healthy kinship with one another.

But beyond all that, we don't really get to see enough of Nel and "Nil" to be convinced by their dedication to one another especially in comparison to other familial relationships like between the recruitable royals, Four Hounds, and Four Winds. It feels like things are just happening to happen without feeling the gravity of terror that we are told Sombron caused them. Again, the obvious parallel to Alear being forced to fight Veyle purely due to their father's machinations isn't allowed to be explored due to the spoilers thing. Subtlety can be a structurally clever thing, but this doesn't even feel like the DLC writers were aware of that basic fact. This is the only aspect of the whole game that I feel truly misses the mark for me. It feels like a bland copycat of the main game written by someone who only skimmed a wiki article of the main story. I truly really believe they would have been better served making it a proper postgame arc because then maybe the emotional connections could have been fully explored.

I also almost feel as though they'd have been better served writing a story set in the past around red Alear. I understand that would have made it difficult to have playable units from the DLC in the main campaign, but I would have gladly missed out on them if that meant adding to the main universe instead of mostly meaning nothing in the end besides an edgy boy (and I genuinely like Rafal, he's funny) realizing he isn't as edgy as he thought he was.

Back to the main game though. Alear becoming Corrupted and begging their sister to not give up was extremely cool and dangerous and insane in a GOOD way (though again, the cutscenes were somewhat long but long for the sake of the main characters is different than long for side villains). Then you play the actual chapter and nothing truly significant is happening that makes the experience feel noteworthy. I think the design and gameplay are more of a problem with this than the specifics of the writing itself, but both of those generally work to the benefit of storytelling in this game so to have an obviously contradictory moment like that undercuts the drama of the scenario. It's a great idea done in kind of a "just ok" way. Would have been better off omitting that chapter entirely and just jumping to the emblem-izing of Alear immediately. Maybe the writers were just too ambitious with the idea of using the Corrupted for a good reason, and couldn't bear to cut it out? I don't dislike indulgent writing, but I dislike when I can tell the writers are just doing something because they thought it was cool and no one felt like being the one to say "ok this doesn't quite fit".

Another gameplay and storytelling problem is the final boss fight. Bringing back the other final bosses as evil emblems was brilliant, but to not bring them back as recognizable models, not give them their portraits, and not give them their voice lines (and correct me if I'm wrong, but they all have voice actors from their own games or Heroes) made it difficult to identify who was who without looking up their classes online. That really undercut most of the drama in them being used in that battle. I understand this may have all added costs to the game that they maybe didn't want to pay, but that lack of detail made a very cool inclusion feel kind of middling.

And the boss himself? Sombron is actually an interesting dude to me. But again, all his backstory and evil plans probably should have been dumped in a monologue separate from the final battle. I think this is yet another case, similar to the Zephia and Griss scene, that would have worked better as a memory prism than as just a character telling the audience directly in what sort of feels like an inappropriately detailed explanation. I appreciate that they did not force this into being another story centered around multiversal crossovers in a media landscape that is currently overwhelmed by such stories, especially if the "Zero Emblem" hook has no intention of being followed up on. Though arguably that's yet another thing the DLC needlessly complicated. Is there just an infinite number of Sombrons looking for an infinite number of Zero Emblems? Even more proof that the DLC should not have happened as it did.

Last thing worth addressing in detail is the pedophilia that has been sadly very prevalent in the series and arguably emboldened by the introduction of the S support system. Even if one wants to disregard the internal age data, characters like Anna, Jean, and Hortensia should not have been romanceable in any language. I thank the English localization team for scrubbing out most of this and making them as platonic as possible.

Ok I think that's basically everything about the plot I can think of right now to address directly. Solm royals could have gotten more, but whatever. I thought they were fine as the hyper-competent Batman-like country that's like 5 steps ahead of everyone. I don't have any other things to speak about on the main story events.

*** THE SPOILERS ARE DONE, CONTINUE READING HERE ***

(Your reward for reading all those paragraphs is a nice picture of my daughter Veyle, who is precious and good. I was so worried they would be weird about her and barefeet aside they thankfully were not.)

Chapter IV: The Other Characters

There's a couple of obvious social groups of characters who have largely overlapping gimmicks. Tea time enthusiasts (Celine, Louis, Jean), aesthetic obsessives (Goldmary, Rosado, Hortensia), gym rats (Alfred, Etie, Boucheron sort of). Firene has perhaps the biggest problem of having so many gimmicks done so close together. There is still a lot of depth in those supports still (notably in the A levels after many might have given up, such as Alfred-Etie, Alfred-Celine, Celine-Alear, etc). I don't really have a defense for this, but I do understand why especially early on it would cause people to write off the cast of the game. It didn't bother me much maybe because I benched everyone but Alfred and Louis right away (I needed to keep Clanne and Framme around, they're really funny lol).

But overall I didn't mind any of the characters for their gimmicks besides Seadall (his disordered eating being treated as a joke was just extremely offputting and it was really 50/50 on whether a support might focus on it) and Goldmary (she is just an asshole and to me it wasn't funny, not every joke will land for everyone I suppose).

The cast felt extremely likeable and well-rounded. I will sound like a broken record here, but again they really reminded me of what I enjoyed about the FE8 cast. Just pretty much all likeable and good characters.

Chapter V: Everything Else

Here's like everything else that comes to mind but I don't have enough in my brain to properly write sentences on them and I kind of want to be done with this lmao:

Yes, I think it's a little silly how some characters manage to get away without the game directly stating how. Alear and co are nice and not brutal so you can assume they allowed the escape, but it's still weird at times. Poorly choreographed.

I will never unironically use the term "ludonarrative" (no shade if you do, but it's not me). However the introduction of the Lucina ring bringing back hope to the crew while being a supportive ring for gameplay purposes and all is just really special stuff. It's good. Similarly, the ring you get at the end of chapter 17 is an amazing moment.

I'm not particularly bothered by the rings being former characters. I don't feel they were used poorly or anything. They're wise old heroes helping the new gen, and they serve that purpose well. Only Marth has a bit more to him than that due to his history with Alear, and I think it plays out well without being reliant on prior knowledge. Again very sorry to Eirika fans, I've seen the essays there on the inaccuracies and you're all valid.

The time travel is very clean and properly defined imo. Much more limited than in Three Houses in-universe which is good, however the best explanation for the rewinds will continue to be Mila's Turnwheel (in that there is no time travel, just some premonitions that allow the characters to evade danger).

I love Pandreo and Zelkov so much. Oh my god. They're so funny and just good men. Excellent dudes. Amber, Rosado, YUNAKA. The cast is just lovely. I love them.

Sommie is so cute for real. Just brilliant idea to include a nice pet for your home base. If anything, they should have given it more wigs for the main royals or some of the emblems. Also Sommie is totally the Zero Emblem.

Chapter VI: Conclusion

Let me get TMI here. I do understand that personally I experience and perceive emotions in an unusual way compared to most people. I've not been diagnosed with anything specific to that level of wiring (just OCD and anxiety), and as far as I feel it doesn't seem necessary. But it is what it is, and I am who I am. Maybe all of this is pointless to write and it truly is just a matter of taste and personal emotional expectations. I don't know. I just know I liked the game, and what worked on me really worked. Hope this was fun to read even if it doesn't give any particular insight.

I did not intend to compare any other FEs in this piece mainly because it's not about them. Legit sorry if I inadvertently cause some sort of discourse.

tl;dr It's Peak Fiction™

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