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sharlsworld · 2 days
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a digital love letter - ʟɴ4 ☆
✿ lando norris x influencer!reader
✿ a glimpse of all the post’s from when they were “just friends”, to there engagement announcement, to the announcement of there first child.
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june 1st, 2020
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lando.jpg when i asked y/n if she wanted to quarantine with me i didn’t think it would be this long…
yn if you ask me to make one more batch of cloud bread i will lock you outside
⤷ lando.jpg well that’s awfully rude considering i offered you my home
⤷ yn you literally begged me to quarantine with you???
⤷ lando.jpg no need for the details
maxfewtrell couple goals
⤷ lando.jpg fuck off
hearts4lando “just friends” ok buddy 😭
beloved.hamilton just a COUPLE of friends!😄
charles_leclerc i think this quarantine has got your mind all mixed up cause…
lilac.leclerc there so oblivious 😭
f1wags i smell…a incoming wag 👀
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august 10th, 2020
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lando.jpg took my girl to dinner and let her go shopping for her birthday…never again. she really knows how to spend money
carlossainz55 “my girl” ???
⤷ lando.jpg is she not my girl? she never leaves me alone
⤷ yn you give off this tough guy act like you don’t ask me to hangout every day
⤷ lando.jpg once again, no need for all the details jeez women
landolovesyn it’s the fact she literally makes so much money but he still wants to pay for her stuff really tugs on my heart strings 😪
sharls_lerklerk PAINFULLY OBLIVIOUS
pierregasly cmon mate
⤷ lando.jpg what?
landolovesyn Heather 🤩
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january 1st, 2021
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lando.jpg happy new year bitches 🥳
yn been waitin for this one
⤷ georgerussell63 We all have
⤷ alex_albon seriously everyone
⤷ carlossainz55 Seriously
danielricciardo Took you guys long enough
⤷ yn 1 year is a reasonable amount of time
maxfewtrell NO PHOTO CREDIT?
⤷ lando.jpg no
lilymhe sooo when’s the wedding?
⤷ alex_albon watch they’ll probably get engaged this year
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ynissocutiepatootie IT FINALLY HAPPENED
lovely_leclerc stop he took her to see the lights 😢
daddyricciardo i wonder how long they’ve been dating before deciding to go public
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april 14th, 2021
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lando.jpg i was feeling a little down today, but you DEFINITELY turned me on
yn can i help loosen your belt? it looks really tight 😉
⤷ lando.jpg you’ll never catch me saying no to that baby 😏
charles_leclerc Oh come on there’s children on this app lando
carlossainz55 I just opened the app mate
maxverstappen1 Well enough instagram for the day
georgerussell63 I could’ve lived the rest of my life without seeing this
⤷ lando.jpg don’t be hating
estiebestie lando is just a horny teenage boy honestly
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landowantsrizz i feel like i’m interrupting something…
hoeforsianzzz so there definitely getting down every night
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⤷ lilac.leclerc HELLO??? THESE BITCHES MUST BE GETTING DOWN LIKE BUNNIES
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october 22nd, 2021
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lando.jpg i couldn’t wait any longer
yn so impatient
⤷ lando.jpg i just couldn’t wait to call you my wife
⤷ yn good thing i said yes then
carlossainz55 Congratulations mate! 🎉🥂
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lewishamilton Congrats man that’s amazing ♥️
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maxverstappen1 Congrats bro ♥️
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lilymhe the gold band 😨
⤷ yn ikr i was flabbergasted
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charles_leclerc Congrats lando! ❤️
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danielricciardo Let’s go boys 🥳
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oscarpiastri Congratulations mate, i’m so happy for you 🧡
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maxfewtrell little lando norris finally grew some balls
⤷ lando.jpg i can never win 💔
mclaren To forever! 🧡
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alex_albon i called it
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landolovesyn the fact this has 7 million likes and he doesn’t have 7 million followers on this account 😭
lando.norizz THE GOLD BAND? LANDO NORRIS YOU’VE OUTDONE YOURSELF
sharls_lerklerk been here since the video of her accidentally dropping her hydroflask on his foot at one of the races in 2019😭
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january 1st, 2022
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lando.jpg happy new year bitches 👀
yn happy new year whore
⤷ carlossainz55 and to think you two are getting married soon…
charles_leclerc Oh thanks mate
⤷ lando.jpg i wasn’t talking to you
⤷ charles_leclerc Alrighty…
georgerussell63 This was such a elegant, mature post, until i saw the caption
⤷ lando.jpg you shouldn’t be surprised
landolovesyn literally all of his posts are about y/n
⤷ hearts4lando basically a fan page
estiebestie i’ll never get tired of seeing lando’s posts for y/n
carlando there relationship is so perfect
lilymhe don’t think just because you two are getting married that she’s yours
⤷ lando.jpg take the L 🤣
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october 22nd, 2022
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lando.jpg My greatest love, you are my one and only. From the day you dropped your hydroflask on my foot and laughed until you were crying I knew you were gonna be mine one day, I can’t think of anyone better to spend eternity with. In every universe, I will find you. When death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other, and promise to find you in every lifetime. I love you for everything you are, everything you have been, and everything you will be. You are my destiny, I love you endlessly. ♥️
yn ok…i’m literally sobbing right now i love you so much lando
⤷ lando.jpg i love you the most
danielricciardo Turned on auto caps for this one congrats man i’m so happy of you ♥️
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lewishamilton I wish you two a lifetime of happiness and health ♥️
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carlossainz55 To a lifetime of bullying each other! ♥️
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charles_leclerc Little lando norris isn’t so little anymore? 😂 Congratulations man ♥️
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mclaren Congratulations lando & y/n! 🧡
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landolovesyn y/n norris 🥹
lando.norizz crying in the club
lilymhe she was mine first.
⤷ lando.jpg not even
lilymhe congratulations, i guess ♥️
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alex_albon Congratulations lando ♥️
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georgerussell63 Can’t believe how far you’ve came mate! Congratulations ♥️
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francisca.cgomes such a beautiful wedding…should’ve been me and y/n’s but still! ♥️
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carmenmmundt Congratulations ♥️
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february 29th, 2024
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lando.jpg Mathéo Lee Norris. 2.10.23 ♥️
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yn my boy 🤍 i love you lan
⤷ lando.jpg i love you the most baby
lilymhe cutest baby boy 💙
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charles_leclerc I bet he misses his favorite uncle already
⤷ carlossainz55 excuse me?
⤷ charles_leclerc your excused
⤷ maxfewtrell cmon guys, obviously i’m the favorite uncle
⤷ charles_leclerc no
alexandrasaintmleux cutie boy 💙
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carmenmmundt Mathéo is the cutest 🥰
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lewishamilton A gift from God ♥️
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alex_albon bro has more hair then me
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march 26th, 2024
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lando.jpg a digital love letter for you, the light of my life. my life long treasure of destiny. you are the greatest gift God has blessed me with. i love you endlessly ♥️
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yn you sweet talker, i love you lan 🤍
⤷ lando.jpg i love you the most baby 🤍
landolovesyn guys…this might be heather
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sunny44 · 1 day
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Meeting Hazel
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Wife&mom!reader
Warnings: hospital, mentions of birth
Summary: Y/n and Charles welcome their second born.
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Finally, the hustle and bustle of the hospital had subsided. After hours of labor, I finally held our little Hazel in my arms. Her angelic face, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, seemed too perfect to be real. I looked at Charles, my husband, who smiled radiantly beside me, his eyes shining with pure admiration and love.
“You did an amazing job, amour.” he murmured, kissing my forehead tenderly. “She’s perfect.”
I smiled, tears of happiness streaming down my face.
“Thank you, Charles. I couldn’t have done it without you.” He smiled. “Literally couldn’t.”
“Very funny.” He gently brushed my forehead. “She’s perfect.”
“She is.” I smiled, looking at her. “But it’s the second time I get pregnant and the second time they look just like you.”
“What can I say, I’m very good at what I do.” He held my hand delicately, his fingers intertwining with mine.
“I’ll always be by your side, Y/n. And now we have our little family complete.”
As we got lost in the emotion of being parents again, a kind nurse gently reminded us that it was time for Charles to go home, take a shower, and rest a bit. He nodded, reluctant to leave our side, but knowing he needed a moment to recharge. But before leaving, he promised to bring Harvé, our three-year-old son, to meet his baby sister.
It was already night, and Charles waited for me to take a shower because I didn’t want to leave her with anyone else, so the nurses helped me in the shower, and after I got out, he said goodbye and left, promising that he and Harvé would be here first thing in the morning.
I went to breastfeed her and held Hazel in my arms, admiring every detail of her little face. She was so small and fragile, and she looked just like Charles.
I was almost certain that she would at least resemble me a little bit, but no, she was his spitting image, just like Harvé is.
Even their eye color was the same.
When Charles returned the next morning with Harvé, my heart filled with joy at seeing them walk through the door. Harve ran up to me, his eyes shining with excitement.
“Mommy! I came to meet Hazel!” he said, trying to climb onto the bed, and Charles lifted him and put him there.
“Be careful buddy. Don’t hug mommy too hard.” He agrees and lies down next to me and hugs me.
I hugged him affectionately, feeling tears welling up in my eyes again.
“She’s here, Harvé. Do you want to meet her?”
He nodded eagerly, his curious eyes fixed on little Hazel in my arms. Charles approached, smiling proudly.
“Harvé, this is your little sister, Hazel.”
he said, holding Harve in his lap so he could see better. “And Hazel, this is your big brother Harvé.”
Harvé looked at Hazel with admiration, his expression softening as he looked at her little face.
“She’s so tiny, daddy.” he observed, gently touching Hazel’s hand. “Does she knows k have Grand-père?”
“You can tell her later when se wakes up.” He nodded.
I smiled, watching the instant bond forming between them.
“Do you want to hold her, Harvé?” I asked, carefully offering Hazel to him.
He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with excitement. Carefully, he held Hazel in his arms, his expression one of pure happiness. I obviously supported her weight, she was just lying in his arms.
“Hello, Hazel.” he said softly, stroking her face with his finger. “I’m your big brother, Harvé. I’ll always protect you.”
My heart melted at Harvé’s kind words. He was so sweet and gentle, so ready to love his little sister from the moment we told him I was pregnant. I knew they would have a special bond that would last forever.
As he held Hazel carefully, he suddenly remembered something and asked to get off the bed and ran out of the room. He returned shortly after, holding a small stuffed animal in his hands.
“I brought this for you, Hazel.” he said, handing the stuffed animal that Carlos gave him when he was born and he’s giving to his little sister. “It’s my favorite bear, uncle Carlos gave it to me. I hope you like it as much as I do.”
I smiled, touched by the look of pure happiness in Harvé’s eyes as he gifted Hazel.
“Oh sweetheart, thank you so much and I’m sure she’ll love it.” I said, holding his hand gratefully. “And I also gonna help her sleep like it did to you.”
Harvé smiled widely, his eyes shining with joy.
“I love you, mommy. I love you, daddy. I love you, Hazel.” he said, looking at each of us with love and tenderness.
We hugged him affectionately, feeling the love and gratitude flooding our hearts. I knew that from that moment on, our family would be united forever, facing life’s challenges together and celebrating its joys.
As I watched Charles hold Hazel in his arms, Harvé beside him with his stuffed bear, I felt complete. The journey to this point had been long and challenging, but now, with our little family by my side, I knew it had all been worth it. And as I held Charles’s hand and watched our children together, I knew I couldn’t ask for anything more in life.
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Y/nleclerc These past few months have been an emotional rollercoaster, Charles and I welcomed our daughter into the world and we couldn't be happier. Thank you to all our friends, family, and even fans who have given us so much support during this time.
Charles, myself, Harvé and little Hazel are incredibly grateful for everything.
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gordonmurraysugarbaby · 17 hours
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Something in the Orange – LN4
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lando norris x fem!mclaren!driver!reader
When Oscar leaves McLaren for RedBull, you have no idea what you're getting into becoming McLaren's second driver...and what that means for you and your new teammate. A specific country song doesn’t help, but it makes all the difference.
content warnings: misogyny, mention of social media hate, and a lot of crying...I think that's it, I promise it has a happy ending. angst adjacent, but maybe that's underselling it.
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You had thick skin. You had to in order to be a woman in motorsports, but some of the comments in articles and on social media about your promotion still hurt.
The path you took to Formula One was…not traditional. Sure, you’d grown up karting with the boys, but as you got older, you switched to racing in some of the IMSA classes—first MX-5 Cup then Carrera Cup. Starting out in the Miata—a car that was referred to in one of the many Top Gear episodes you watched as a kid as “a sports car for girls and blokes who like ABBA”—had given you a taste for the real wheel-to-wheel racing that you had yearned for in karting and you skyrocketed from there.
When Zak Brown contacted you, you figured it had to be for the McLaren IndyCar team. You almost dropped your phone when he said that he wanted you as McLaren’s F1 reserve driver for 2026.
The team had been unbelievably welcoming and you bonded with the girls on the team immediately—even making a group chat called “hot girl garage” that included some of the engineers and social media/marketing admin, and the past and current F1 academy drivers. Oscar and Lando were nice, but you didn’t talk with them much, and you still felt like a nobody in the garage most of the time, so you understood.
Your times on the test track said otherwise.
When Oscar signed with RedBull for 2027, you were as shocked as the rest of the team. The news that you would be taking his seat lost in the sea of anguish from everyone at McLaren. You were excited, but they were big shoes to fill, and your future teammate had taken the announcement pretty hard. He was chipper in interviews, but in all the meetings you had with the rest of the team—beginning to make preparations for your onboarding as a fully-fledged driver—his eyes were lackluster and your conversations were brief.
The reality that the two of you would be teammates and not just generally amicable coworkers was bearing down on you. Lando wasn’t bad to look at, but it felt like he hated you, and you knew something had to give before pre-season.
It was after one of the last meetings following Abu Dhabi, the team had done well that year and you were desperately trying to ignore the weight of those implications for next year, that you you grabbed Lando’s hand.
Taken aback by the sudden contact, he turned to face you—looking at you as though you were a stranger.
“Hey,” you start, trying to sound normal—like you aren’t about to shit bricks over your imminent rookie season, “I’m sorry I haven’t been more...proactive in getting to know you. I know I’m no Oscar, but it’ll be fun to learn from you...I’m looking forward to it.”
He still looks a bit stunned.
You realize you’re still holding his hand and you let go. His hands are a lot softer than yours, but maybe that’s just in your head.
“Yeah…no worries. You’re going to be great.” He says, a bit stilted. “Let me know if you need anything.” He turns from you, his brow still slightly furrowed, but his eyes linger on yours a second longer than it feels like they should have.
You hate that you flush easily, and you feel your cheeks quickly as you walk back to your ‘office’ hoping they’re not too hot and that no one has noticed it they are.
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P6. It’s not bad for your first race, amazing really.
You and Lando had finally broken whatever ice there was between you before the start of the season, probably thanks to the dumb games the media team made you play for the sake of bonding, but neither of you would admit that. You were funny and he appreciated how childish you could be at times; the two of you were well-aware of the perfect storm you could easily create with your antics.
The races seem to fly by.
P8.
P5.
P4.
P10.
P7.
P3.
P6.
P2.
It’s unheard of. People were comparing you to Lewis Hamilton, but despite the praise, you had to leave all your social media to the team as the hate comments became unbearable.
As much as you enjoy your second podium finish, the celebrations are cut short by some misogynist asshole who had somehow made his way into the media tent. You maintained your composure as the man yelled profanities that had to be bleeped in the tv coverage, with cameras cutting back to overhead angles of the track as the commentators apologized for the interruption in an effort to preserve the sanctity of the sport.
You finished your interviews quickly, making blunt comments about the need for better recognition of women in the sport:
“We’ve always been here,” you say, your face steeled to the camera, “and none of us are going to back down because you call us names. I deserve just as much respect as the other drivers.”
You thank the interviewer before heading to the team motor-home. You walk as though you’re on autopilot, a mildly content look plastered on your face as you ignore the photographers and people asking for further comments.
Lando finds you there a few minutes later with your head in your hands, ignoring the message from the team that you wanted space.
“Hey,” he says quietly, sitting down next to you and delicately placing a hand on your back before continuing, “y/n…I’m really sorry. I wish I could have done more.”
You haven’t moved. His breath catches in his throat when he realizes you’re not breathing.
“Y/n you have to breathe.” The concern evident in his voice.
It’s then that he realizes your arms are soaking wet—the tears streaming silently down your face and into the fire-resistant base layer.
Lando pulls you up to face him. Your eyes are red and you choke on air slightly as he runs his fingers across your tear-stained cheeks, trying desperately to heal the pain he knows he can’t.
“It’s ok, you don’t have to say anything—I won’t tell anyone.”
The two of you had never been very touchy, but you were more than thankful that he pulled you into him then. He texted the team that he was with you and that you were doing ok—comparatively that is—only leaving your side on occasion to get you more water. He stayed with you well into the night, listening to the sad country music that he knew you loved so much (now understanding partially why) and reminding you that he was there as you tried not to drown in the swirling pool of doubt, grief, anger, and frustration inside your head.
He watched the sun set outside. You had fallen asleep against him, exhausted from the exertion of the race and crying for hours. You were always so strong he thought to himself, turning to look down at you. The tension was finally gone from your face as you slept, and he wondered to himself when you’d learned to cry without making a sound.
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From that race onward, Lando was your rock on the team. Everyone was supportive of you obviously, you were their shining star, but Lando let you go almost nowhere without him. He stood awkwardly close to you for all of your interviews, and when he was politely told that he couldn't be in the shot—which happened frequently—he would back up only *just* far enough to be out of frame, but never more. You joked that he was your guard dog, but if you were honest he was more like a puppy.
He'd tackle you when you did a good job in training and would run through the crowd to pull you into a tight hug whenever you finished well in a race...which was...every race now that you thought about it.
The breathless smiles the two of you would exchange in each other's arms, steam sometimes rising off your skin slightly as you cooled off from being in the hot cars, were incentive enough alone for you to want to win…or at least get p5 or better.
The abuse from so-called fans continued, but it was drowned out by the waves of support you got from the real fans who cheered you on with every victory. Lando was diligent in his habit of sending you tweets and tiktok compilations about the two of you. You'd always send a thumbs down to the messages, but you both knew there was a bit more than friendly camaraderie behind the celebratory hugs, shoulder bumps between interviews, and the three taps he gave your helmet every time you got in the car.
By the time Silverstone had rolled around, the two of you were practically attached at the hip. Most meetings contained at least one instance of either of you smacking the other on the head with something as a greeting, when you had down-time it was almost inevitable that one of you was sleeping in some seemingly uncomfortable position on the other, and your habit of frequently taunting one another into sporadic games of tag when you were at home for testing or training meant that the media team had no shortage of content.
Your sad country playlist had turned from your coping mechanism into your and Lando's personal carpool karaoke playlist. He'd never listened to that much country music before, but watching you sing your heart out to the sad lyrics as the two of you drove along the roads in the British countryside had won him over on the genre. That said, there were some songs on the playlist that he always made you skip because he thought they were too sad.
He wouldn't admit it to you, but he'd saved almost the whole playlist and would listen to the songs on his own when he needed to. He’d listen to the ones he knew you liked when he wanted to remember the way you smiled when they came on, and he’d listen to the saddest ones...well, those had their time and place.
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The day the two of you had your argument was one of the days he listened to the sad songs that he always made you skip. He stood there, unable to move, watching from a window as you drove away from the MTC.
After your win at Silverstone, only somewhat guiltily stealing p1 from your teammate at his home race, you'd been approached by Ferrari. They wanted you onboard for the next season—who wouldn't, it was your first season and you'd just beat out every other team on the track with almost no real F1 development.
Lando wasn't excited when you'd told him. He was sensitive, more than he'd like to admit, and the thought of losing you—the third teammate he would have lost to a transfer since the start of his F1 career was unbearable. You'd hadn't seen things from his perspective, and you were maybe a bit too harsh with him when you had said you didn't think of all people that he'd be the one trying to hold you back.
But he wasn't, at least not intentionally anyway. He was trying desperately not to let the one person he loved cared about on this team slip out of his hands. In that moment he felt like he had failed.
The chords of the song pulled at his heart strings as it began to play through his headphones. He closed his eyes and thought about the last few months with you. He remembered the way your head had felt slumped against his shoulder for the first time in Montreal, the way you'd jokingly tell him that you missed him when you hadn't seen each other in a week or so—knowing that there was a bit of truth to it despite your sarcasm, the way you looked in the early morning trainings out at the track—your papaya race suit matching the orange halo glowing around the edges of your head as the sun rose behind you.
He felt the warmth of the sun on his face as it dipped closer to the horizon. He opened his eyes and sighed, the lyrics of the song echoing in his head. He knew where he needed to go, he knew how he felt, and he knew he couldn't lose you.
Not like this.
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The tears streamed silently down your cheeks to the back of your jaw as you drove home. The road in front of you was a messy blur of different shades of orange from the sunset as you approached your apartment.
You didn't know why you had been so upset with Lando. In all honesty you didn't know what to do. You were a talented driver, but you never expected things to go so well in your rookie season. It was no longer the pressure to do well that got to you, but the expectation that you would eventually become a champion that scared you. You felt like you were drowning again, and you'd just pushed away your lifeline.
Maybe Lando was right, you should turn down the offer and stay with McLaren...but you weren't sure he would even want to be friends after this. The thought brought even more tears to your eyes, blinding you as you parked your car and walked towards the building.
You paused when you reached the top of the path. The apartment building was on a bit of a hill, and you always enjoyed the view from this spot. Looking out across the scenery, bathed in golden light and shades of orange from the sunset above, you notice a McLaren pulling into the parking lot.
It's Lando.
You're frozen in place at the sight of your teammate turned best friend sprinting up the hill towards you. Part of you is almost surprised that he remembered how to get to your house since he'd only been to your apartment once. He's out of breath when he reaches you and his eyes are red from crying on the drive over. Instinctively, he clutches your arms; his grasp is gentle, but with a subtle tension—as though his life depended on holding you like this at least one last time.
"Please.." He gasps after a moment, trying to catch his breath, "I'm sorry, y/n...please," you watch as his eyes glaze over a bit from the tears forming in them, "I don't care if you go, just please don't leave me." His normally steady voice now trembling with emotion.
It's in this moment that you realize why he wanted you to stay. You're his teammate. Even in such a short time, the two of you had become closer to one another than he'd ever been with Carlos or Oscar, and he knew that you leaving the team would likely mean the end of the kind of friendship you had now.
You'd never seen him like this: shaken with the fear of losing his friend, losing you. He looked at you pleadingly.
You had already decided.
You wanted to end the kind of friendship you had now.
Bringing one of your hands to his cheek, you brushed away some of his tears, looking across his face with your own blurry eyes.
"Lando...I'm never going to leave you. You're my first teammate." You smile, blinking a bit to clear the tears from your eyes. "I'm sorry I lashed out at you earlier," you continued, now stroking his cheek lightly with your thumb, "I'm scared too, and I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing."
You meet his gaze again as his grip loosens, he's looking at you softly, the warm glow of the sunset intensifying behind him. You can't stand it any longer, but as soon as you reach for the back of his head, he beats you to it. Wrapping one of his arms around you to pull you close and guiding your face to his with his other hand.
His lips were warm on yours. It was like you had been parched your whole life and this was your first taste of water. The tension between the two of you from the argument before and from the past months of calculated glances and secret hand squeezes in the paddock finally melting away. The two of you only pulled away from each other when you had to breathe; laughing as you gasped for air and smiling at one another in the deep glow of the setting sun.
When you re-sign with McLaren at the end of the season, you know what you're doing and you don't feel lost.
When you get home to Lando that night, he smiles as he walks towards you across the apartment.
"Congratulations love," he said softly, pausing to kiss you, "I knew you'd come home."
You laugh and shake your head as his eyes dance across your face, there really was something about that papaya orange that you just couldn't seem to get enough of.
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author's note: @arieslost continues to be my bad influence, so you can thank her for this. Only minor editing soooo fuck it we ball. Based on the song by the same title by Zach Bryan (listen to the Z&E's version if you want to listen to it, it's better imo). Ignore the firestorm that would happen on social media if the ending happened in real life ok, I know it's not realistic just shhhhh ignore it.
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Landslide -Simon "Ghost" Riley
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Based on a request: I was talking about military father-daughter balls with a coworker and as a fluff request to also cleanse your asks: How about Simon walking into his daughters room wearing his suit, going to ask his wife to do his bow tie because he's never been one for formal occasions and sees R/N is getting their daughter ready into her dress and doing her hair.
---- F!Reader, fluff, dad!Ghost, father-daughter moment ----
It's an old tradition that dads did with their daughters, something he never expected to attend and here he is, getting in his dress uniform. His ribbons, medals and the tight berret all decored him. As he was about to put his last medal on, he remembered the stupid tie. He was good at tying ropes but stupid ties that made him forget everything he learned were just…ugh where is his darling wife when he needs him?
"Bloody thing-" he gets cut off by a giggle from his daughter. Oh, that sweet sound that made him retire years ago. As his daughter giggles, he finds himself smiling and forgetting about the tie and the one woman who knows how to tie one is his sweet wife. Slowly, he finds himself walking to the bedroom, looking down as he tries to figure out how to tie this without looking and feeling dumb.
"And then daddy will dance with me?" your sweet daughter says and you nod. "He will and you best be on your best behaviour, okay?" You say as you fix zip her dress up and smile. Simon leans on the doorway and smiles. This is the life any soldier like him ever dreamed of.
He doesn't want to interrupt, this is a special moment after all and he hopes that this becomes a tradition. One that he can continue even with the little one in your soft belly.
Your daughter with a small pout asks if she will always be as pretty as she is tonight and before you can answer, Simon does it for you. "Your daddy's little princess, of course, you'll always be as pretty– no, you'll always be as beautiful and elegant as tonight, just like your mum," he smiles and winks your way.
He always has a way with words and always knows when to compliment you and your princess.
"Now sit still, I have to finish this braid," you softly say and smile. Your little girl is as eager as ever to go out with her dad tonight. And as you do her hair, Simons sits on the edge of the bed, watching you both.
He went from guns, infiltrations and bombs to having pink stickers, toys, dolls and bows all over his home and he will never complain about it. It's beautiful really. He knows that the change is so different but it's so good, he likes the car rides to and from school where he has to play two certain songs over and over. And Soap may laugh at him anytime he gets in the car after a night out and the radio station is on a kid's station but he is a dad and fuck does he love being a dad.
Once you place the last bow and apply the glitter to her hair, Simon is next. Here he was, standing like a little kid to have his mother help him with something. "I just don't get it, love," he says as he lets you tie the tie. You smile, tightening and adjusting his shirt, "Just takes time, Si," you kiss his cheek and chuckle a little as you have to clean his cheek from the lipstick stain. He smiles like a lovesick fool.
A cheeky smile appears on him as your daughter takes his hand, "We'll be late daddy." she reminds him and he smiles. He taught her well, that time management was always important and if he had to arrive at an event at a certain time, he was always there 10 minutes earlier and now so will his daughter.
"Alright, c'mon," he picks her up and kisses your cheek. "We'll be home at 10:30, alright love?" he brushes your cheek and kisses your forehead. "You and the little lad stay warm," he says as he closes the front door.
The whole night was amazing for them both. She received flowers when she got to the car because gentlemen should always give flowers on special nights and she always danced with him all night.
It is a night for the years to come, a new tradition that will heal the old wounds of an old soldier.
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Hi! i love your writing and was wondering if you could do the tbb (or just tech if you dont wanna do all of them) reaction to their gender neutral S/O pulling out their old instrument or color guard equipment from their marching band days and practicing what they remember (i dont even know if star wars has an equivalent to marching band/color guard lol but i picked an old practice flag up for the first time since high school earlier and the thought popped into my head for this request..) feel free to disregard this if it’s not something you wanna write, keep up the amazing work!!
Colour Guard Memories
The Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader
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How The Bad Batch react to you pulling out your old instrument or colour guard equipment.
warnings: none, gender neutral reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, Batchers admiring/encouraging reader.
authors note: this is a really cute idea and sorry it has took so long to do anon. In the UK we don’t really have marching bands/ colour guards aside from royal parades from what I know so I’ve relied on Google to help me out 😅 enjoy!
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Echo
"Think we've got everything?" Echo asks, sealing the final box of your belongings.
As you survey the sea of packed boxes, you're struck by the realisation of just how many possessions you've gathered over the years. It's only now, in the process of moving out of your family home, that the extent of it hits you. After what feels like an eternity of packing and stacking, you're finally done and you couldn’t be any more grateful for Echo's helping hand.
"I hope so," you reply, wiping your brow and straightening up, hands on your hips. "Now, all that's left is to get it onto the ship." The prospect of lugging boxes onto the ship isn't exactly thrilling, but you're itching to kick back and relax.
Echo chuckles and reaches for one of the sealed boxes, but disaster strikes as the bottom gives way, sending its contents tumbling to the floor. "Well, that's just great," he says wryly.
Letting out a sigh, you join him in gathering up the scattered items. Amidst the chaos, something catches your eye: an old, familiar object. "No way!"
Startled by your sudden excitement, Echo turns to you. "What is it?"
"It's my Sabre!" you exclaim, holding up the cherished item for him to see.
He blinks in surprise. "Uh, your lightsaber?"
You playfully roll your eyes at Echo, a mischievous glint in your eyes, as you take the equipment into your hands and wave it at him. "You've known me long enough to know I'm not a Jedi, Echo," you tease, giving the Sabre a quick twirl. "It's from when I used to be be a colour guard for a marching band."
Echo chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "I didn't know you did that."
"Yeah! I loved it. Want to see what I can still do?" you ask, a hint of excitement in your voice.
"The floor's all yours," he says, stepping back to give you space.
You take a moment to steady yourself, feeling the weight of the stainless steel Sabre in your hands. With a deep breath, you begin your routine, the familiar movements flooding back to you. As you twirl the Sabre with practiced precision, you can't help but feel a surge of nostalgia. However, in the midst of your performance, disaster strikes as the Sabre slips from your grip, narrowly missing a nearby window.
"Okay, okay, I'm a little rusty. Give me a second," you laugh sheepishly, quickly retrieving the saber and regaining your composure but Echo was still smiling and impressed throughout.
Determined to redeem yourself, you focus on each movement, executing smooth transitions and intricate spins. With each flourish, you feel a sense of satisfaction, the familiar rhythm of the routine bringing back fond memories. As you finally come to a graceful finish, you can't help but feel a sense of pride wash over you.
Echo applauds, a smile playing on his lips. "That was really impressive. You should've told me you could do that before."
"We all have our hidden talents," you grin, a twinkle in your eye as you admire the old memory in your hand before carefully tucking it back into the box. "Anyway, we should probably get going before I get distracted again."
“Well,” he says, resting a hand on your shoulder, “you should perform for me again sometime. If you want to that is.”
There’s a shine in his eyes, genuinely in awe of you and your talent. “I’ll definitely think about it.”
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Hunter
Low on credits and desperate for some food to fill your stomachs, you and Hunter venture into a bustling market on a remote planet, hoping to find some opportunity to earn a bit of cash.
"See anything?" Hunter asks, strolling alongside you as you take in the sights and sounds of the market.
"Not really," you reply with a frown. The market is dimly lit, offering little in the way of useful materials, and the locals don't seem particularly welcoming. It's no wonder Hunter insisted on accompanying you.
But then, something does catch your eye. "Hey, that looks like one of my old flags," you remark, pointing to a colorful flag tucked away at the back of a small pop-up stall.
Hunter stops beside you, his interest piqued. "You used to spin those, didn't you?"
You chuckle at his phrasing, yet surprised that he remembers since it was just something you mentioned in passing once. "Yeah, I did. Not sure if I still have the touch, though."
A smirk spreads across Hunter's face as he holds up a finger, indicating for you to wait a moment. A bit embarrassed, you watch as he approaches the seller and strikes up a conversation. After a brief exchange, Hunter returns, flag in hand. "Let's put that theory to the test, shall we?" he suggests with a grin.
"Hunter! Did you just pay for that?" you exclaim incredulously as he shoves the pole into your hand.
"No," he says with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But they said if you can impress them, you can keep it."
You narrow your eyes at him, a mixture of amusement and disbelief dancing in your gaze. "Fine. But I'm warning you," you declare, stepping into a clearing and scanning the area to ensure there's enough space before attempting to recreate a routine you haven't performed in years. "I'm not as good as I used to be."
Taking a deep breath, you grip the pole firmly and let muscle memory take over as you start spinning the flag with practiced precision. The fabric unfurls in vibrant arcs, catching the sunlight and casting colorful patterns across the ground. With each twirl and flourish, you feel a surge of nostalgia as memories of your days in the colour guard come flooding back.
As you continue your impromptu performance, you can't help but lose yourself in the rhythm of the routine, the flag becoming an extension of your body as you spin and swirl with grace.
Hunter is watching you silently and appears to be actually enamoured by your performance. His eyes are wide in surprise.
When you finally come to a graceful finish, you turn to Hunter with a triumphant smile, the flag held aloft in your hand. "How's that for impressing them?" you ask, a hint of pride in your voice.
“That was… wow.” Is all he says, a proud smile on his face. He takes one look to the seller who just gives a brief nod. “And the flag is yours it seems.”
Hunter comes up beside you once more but you feel a tug on your top, turning to face a young child who was holding out credits to you. Bashfully, you accept and the credits swiftly came flooding in.
“Heh, seems like you still got it.” He nudges your side playfully.
This could be a pretty safe way to earn some extra credits it seems.
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Wrecker
"Wrecker, come look at this!" you call out excitedly, beckoning your companion over.
With Wrecker's assistance in tidying up the Marauder and transferring some items to the Remora, you stumble upon an unexpected treasure: an old snare drum tucked away amidst the clutter.
"Woah, what's tha’?" Wrecker asks, intrigued, as he joins you on the floor, his eyes fixed on the instrument in your hands.
"I used to play it in a marching band. Forgot I even had it," you reply with a wistful smile, the memories of your band days flooding back, tinged with nostalgia and a touch of sadness for times gone by.
Wrecker notices the flicker of emotion on your face and decides to lift your spirits. "Well, go on then. Give us a beat," he encourages, nudging the drum closer to you and offering a drumstick.
You smile gratefully, feeling a rush of anticipation as you accept the drumstick from his outstretched hand and pick up the matching one from the ground. "Just so you know," you say with a playful glint in your eye, "it sounds much better in a chorus rather than individually."
With a deep breath, you position the drumsticks in your hands, feeling the familiar weight and texture of the material. Closing your eyes, you let muscle memory guide your movements as you begin to play. The rhythmic tapping of the drum reverberates through the air.
As you lose yourself in the music, your fingers move effortlessly across the drum's surface, producing a lively beat that echoes off the walls of the ship. With each stroke, super fast and then skilfully slow, you feel a sense of liberation.
Wrecker watches in awe, a grin spreading cross his face as he listens to the infectious rhythm you create. For a moment, all worries and cares fade away, replaced by the joy of listening to you play. Flourishing a finish, your cheeks warm to Wrecker applauding enthusiastically.
"Tha’ was amazing!" he exclaims, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You've still got it."
You grin, feeling a surge of pride at his words. "Thanks, Wrecker," you reply, a sense of contentment washing over you. "Maybe we should start our own band."
“Definitely!”
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Tech
"Is this yours?" Omega's voice interrupts your thoughts, drawing your attention to the slim case she's holding. As you approach, a wave of nostalgia washes over you at the sight of the familiar case.
"I haven't seen this for a long time," you smile warmly, taking the case into your hands. Kneeling down, you blow the dust off and flip open the lid, revealing your old clarinet nestled inside.
Omega's eyes widen with curiosity as she peers at the instrument. "Wow, that's cool! Did you play it?"
You nod, a fond smile on your face. "Yeah, I used to. In a colour guard and in parades."
"Can you play something now?" she asks eagerly.
Before you can respond, Omega suddenly calls out, "TECH! COME HERE!"
Tech, engrossed in his data pad, looks up in surprise and heads your way. "What is the nature of my presence this time, Omega?"
Omega launches into an exaggerated explanation of your discovery and her request. "Listen to them play."
Tech adjusts his goggles and looks down at you with curious eyes. "I was not aware you could play any instrument."
"I haven't in a long time," you admit sheepishly, wiping the mouthpiece and adjusting the bridge keys. "But I can give it a try."
With a deep breath, you bring the clarinet to your lips and begin to play a soft, melancholic tune. The notes fill the air, weaving a gentle melody that seems to resonate with the quiet stillness of the surroundings. It was a gentle tune, a stark difference to the ones you played in parades.
As you play, you notice Tech glancing up from his data pad, his expression softening as he listens intently to the music. It's a rare sight to see him so engrossed in something other than his work, and you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that your music has captured his attention.
By the time you finish the piece, Tech is still watching you, a thoughtful look on his face.
Omega bursts into a loud applause meanwhile Tech smiled at you. “I would not mind you playing that whilst I do some repairs... it’s rather relaxing.”
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Crosshair
“What are you doing?” Crosshair's voice breaks your concentration mid-performance, and you freeze as your arms flail, causing the wooden rifle to slip from your grasp and clatter onto the grass.
You spin to face the clone, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. "I found my old rifle from when I used to perform," you explain quickly, bending down to retrieve the prop. With a flick of your foot, you send it spinning into the air, catching it effortlessly as it falls back down. "Want to see?"
Crosshair eyes the rifle with a hint of intrigue, his skepticism giving way to mild interest. "Perform? Rifles are for shooting. Not messing around with.”
“It’s wood, idiot.” You knock on the equipment before you then shrug, a sheepish grin tugging at your lips. "Anyway, it’s called rifle spinning. I used to do it as part of a routine in a performance group. It's more about coordination and showmanship than anything else. Wanna see?” You ask again.
Crosshair nods slowly, his gaze lingering on the rifle as you twirl it expertly in your hands. He stands back as you shows off your moves and he couldn’t hide the small impressed smirk forming on his lips. "You’re quite impressive I’ll give you that. But don't let it distract you from our mission." The compliment was rare but not one you were going to refuse as you give him a smile of thanks. But, he was right. There were more pressing matters at large.
You chuckle, nodding in agreement as you secure the rifle back in its holster. "Of course not. Just a little trip down memory lane."
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I need a friends to lovers hurt/comfort fic from you pleaseeee. My request is that reader is upset because something happened with her family and she got daddy issues or something (definitely not projecting😜🥰). matt doesn't know what's wrong tho but tries to cheer her up by getting her a cake or something and then as she's eating she starts unintentionally slowly crying and she tries to hide it but matt ofc notices it straight away. he tries to comfort her but before they could get further and she could start opening up nick & chris came in and she immediately stops and pretends to be fine. they joked around and stuff cuz nick & chris are oblivious to everything the whole time and matt is just impatiently waiting for the time when they get to be alone so he can talk to her and figure out whats wrong. maybe later in the night when everyone's asleep he finally approaches y/n and then they slow talk and he just comforts her and idk just more fluff at the end? change whatever you'd like I'd just be happy enough if you even decide to do my request. thank u and ily <3
Happy Birthday- M. Sturniolo
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pairing: Waitress!reader x Bff!Coworker!Matt
classification: sad, fluff
warnings: use of y/n, cursing, mention of parental issues, mention of family problems, mention of death of parent, mention of alcohol addiction
inspiration: request^^ took a spin on this, hope u like it bby
summary: Over the course of working together for years, Matt picks up on everything and despite not understanding it completely, he comforts you through the hurt.
“Sorry I’m late,” your voice is choppy as you try catching your breath. Quick fingers work towards tying your apron around your waist before flying towards your hair and throwing it up in a haphazard pony tail. You’re an hour late for your shift, an extremely rare occurrence for you.
Matt, who’s currently working the grill, feels a wave of relief wash over him at the sight of you. As the night progresses, the diner is slowly picking up to a steady, busy pace and without a waitress, Nick, Chris and Matt would never survive.
“No worries, I’m just glad you could make it,” he replies. Matt’s eyes always have a habit of dancing over your entire face, today being no exception. He notices the dark circles that formed under your eyes, your sunken in cheeks, and how pale your skin is. Details like this never went unnoticed by Matt, especially not on a day as important as today, and, despite how disheveled you look, he can’t help but be enthralled by your beauty
An array of plates and trays are sprawled on the order window, each of them piled with greasy, hot food. You wear a disassociated, blank expression as you reply, too focused on catching up on the work at hand, “Is this food ready to be sent out?” You yank a ticket from one of the trays, briefly reading Nick’s messy handwriting to ensure everything was correct.
Matt hums in response, deeply intrigued as to what ails you, but not wanting to press any further. As soon as you hear that, you become a task bot and effortlessly send the orders out.
Your incredible work ethic is directly fueled by your need to distract yourself from the reality of your life. It’s your 21st birthday, a day that for most people involves a fancy brunch, meaningful gifts, a scrapbook full of photos, and a drunk night out. 21 was supposed to feel magical, every aspect about this day was meant to be special and perfect.
But you aren’t most people, and your life was anything but perfect.
Your mother has been in and out of your life since you were 8. She was an amazing mother, when she was sober at least, but your parents were always arguing, mostly because your dad worked a lot and it made your mom feel neglected and lonely. The arguments filled her with enough sadness to lead her to drinking and one day her alcoholism consumed her until she just never returned home. You were 13 the last time you saw her, and you spent your entire adolescence blaming your dad for being the reason she left.
So, from the age of 13, you stopped being a kid. While other children were watching morning cartoons before school, a fussy 2 year old rested on your hips as you tried braiding your 8 year old sisters hair. All the while your dad was working grueling hours in order to keep a roof over your heads. His hard work went unnoticed, instead being met with resentment from you.
It wasn’t until you turned 18, when your father suddenly passed of a heart attack, that you realized how much weight and responsibility rested on his shoulders. Upon his passing, your siblings were placed under your official guardianship. It was the inheritance you never asked for, but as the oldest sister you had no other choice.
So, instead of spending the day with friends, you’ve been forced to pick up your parent’s slack. You have two younger siblings at home who have no one else but you. All day you’ve been basically running after them, tending to their needs and trying to make their lives a little less unbearable. And although they’re your pride and joy, the absolute most important part of your life, you can’t help but wonder what life would be like if they weren’t your responsibility.
The trauma and grief has led your siblings to be more of a handful than other kids their age. Your 17 year old sister, Safiya, finds herself falling into the wrong crowds. Money is tight which has led her to develop a habit of shoplifting. It was simple and harmless at first, consisting of her pocketing items such as nail polish and candy bars. But eventually she and her friends were running out of stores with duffel bags full of clothes, the adrenaline that came from being chased by police officers being better than any drug.
On the other hand, your 10 year old brother, Giovani, struggled to make friends. Every week you were receiving at least one phone call that he’s gotten into yet another fight. There’s an inconsolable anger inside of him that causes him to lash out at anyone that isn’t you or Safiya, and when you’re not worried about his temper, you’re nagging him about his failing grades.
Needless to say, your life was not easy. Everyday you played the role of mother, and you often found yourself asking God what you did to deserve this; what you did to deserve a 21st birthday, a life, full of nothing but sorrow and struggle.
“Happy birthday, girl!” Nick whispers excitedly, pulling you in for a quick side hug as you reenter the kitchen. Matt watches as your lips form a tight lipped smile, your sad eyes giving you away immediately. You’re grateful for the sentiment, but still can’t muster up enough energy to actually feel excited.
“Thanks, Nick. I appreciate it,” you return his hug, immediately returning to work.
After a long, busy rush, your break couldn’t have come any sooner. The diner is quiet, the bustling atmosphere from before being replaced with nothing but the sound of groaning trees and the music that plays lowly from the jukebox.
“You going on break?” Matt asks, his arms submerged elbows deep in the sink. “Yeah I think so. I probably won’t get another chance to eat,” you comment. You look visibly happier than earlier, but there’s still a twinge of sadness in your voice.
“Alright, lemme just finish these dishes and I’ll make your food. Okay?” Matt’s voice is soft, almost like he knows that the reason for your sadness runs much deeper than an uneventful birthday. “No! It’s okay, I’ll just ask Chris to do it,” you say, ready to turn on your heels before he can protest.
His words catch you before you can, “I have a surprise for you! Just wait for me, please.” You lazily walk over to him and tiptoe, peering over the large, industrial sink to see how many dishes he has left. He basically has the whole kitchen sitting in the water, “You have so many left to wash though!”
A fake pout forms on Matt’s face, eliciting the first real laugh from you since you arrived. “You can help me?” he suggests, his eyelashes batting over his big doe eyes.
Your resolve crumbles quickly, you were never able to say no to Matt, “Fine, but only because Chris always burns the bacon.” You roll your sleeves up, cuffing them until they’re high enough to keep dry. The sound of clanging metal and swishing water settles between you two as you work towards washing the dishes before the next rush.
“How’s 21 treating you by the way?” Matt asks playfully, eyes momentarily glossing over you as he awaits an answer.
“Well I’m not drunk,” you chuckle, scrubbing at a tough spot on one of the pans. For some reason you feel safe with him, like you can tear your protective walls down and bare the most vulnerable parts of you. Over the course of working together, he’s become a true friend, an unjudgemental listening ear. Everyone else in your life has failed and disappointed you, but not Matt.
“You don’t have to be drunk to have fun,” he replies, hands wading through the sink for the next dish.
“True, but I’m not sure I’d categorize picking my little sister up from jail and getting my brother from school because he was expelled as ‘fun,’” your wet, soapy hands throw an air quote around the last word. You didn’t mean to trauma dump, especially not when the conversation started so light and airy, but you couldn’t help it. There were so many things on your mind, that up until this point, you had been actively ignoring.
“Bet you won’t forget this birthday, though,” Matt jokes, and you’re grateful it’s not a response laced with pity. You laugh, because it was true. One day none of this would matter, it would become an old folk-tale-like memory that you’d someday tell your children.
“Jail, though? Fuck, what did she even steal?” Matt shakes his head in disbelief, how a 17 year old girl managed to get into so much trouble was beyond him. A part of him did feel bad that you were the one struggling with these kids, but he never showed it because he knew how much you hated sympathetic, pitiful treatment.
“Some dumbass jeans that were 3 sizes too big,” you scoff, draining the sink. “I was so mad, I mean it was just juvie and they let her off with a warning because she’s a first time offender, but why the fuck was she stealing jeans? Can’t she steal useful stuff, like fucking milk or something?”
Matt laughs, running a white kitchen towel over his hands to dry them. “And Gio? Was he in on the heist too?”
“Oh please, I wish, maybe then he would’ve been let off with a warning too,” you take the towel from Matt, patting your hands dry as well. “This dumbass got expelled for fighting a kid who told him his shoes were fake. They’re not by the way, Safiya stole those too.”
“So now I have to enroll this kid somewhere else, if they’ll even take him. He has such a bad track record, Matt. I’ll probably have to move my sister to a different school too because she’s surrounded by so many bad influences… I don’t even know what to do,” your voice breaks slightly at the end, the sadness once again washing over you.
Matt brings you in for a quick hug, “let’s just worry about getting you fed for now, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you sniffle, wiping the singular tear that runs down your cheek.
As if on queue your phone starts ringing, your sister’s name illuminating the screen. “Hold on I gotta take this real quick,” you mutter, pulling away from the hug. He wishes he could keep you there forever and tell you everything would be okay, but instead he hums in response, watching you disappear out the back door with the phone pressed against your ear.
When the door clicks shut, he turns into the kitchen, throws some gloves on and begins making your food.
A stack of fluffy chocolate chip pancakes sits next to scrambled eggs and two strips of bacon. Matt knew your order by memory, one of the many details he’s learned about you over the course of your friendship.
Chris’s voice fills the kitchen, announcing his entry, “Does that look good? I don’t know, Nick said it doesn’t.”
While you and Matt washed the dishes, Nick and Chris decorated an isolated booth in the back of the diner. Balloons, streamers, and an iridescent tablecloth adorn the area. A small ‘Happy Birthday’ banner is strung from two parallel windowsills. It was something small and simple, but Matt knew you’d love it.
Matt peers over the order window, briefly examining their work before returning to the task at hand. “It looks good, it doesn’t have to be perfect. She’ll love it.”
Nick walks into the kitchen, fingers tying a knot in one of the balloons, “Are you sure? I’d be so fucking mad if that’s what I saw as my 21st birthday set up.”
“I’m sure. She’ll love it.”
Matt pokes two candles into the stack of pancakes, the number 21 sitting perfectly on the fluffy pastries. He used whipped cream, strawberries, and chocolate chips to create a simple design around the outer edges before drizzling some maple syrup on top. The bacon was broken up to create a smile on the eggs, a corny gesture he thought of last minute.
The back door suddenly opens, causing the triplets to freeze in place. They hadn’t figured out exactly how they were going to execute this, they’d only gotten as far as the decorations and the make-shift cake.
“Nick you go distract her, Chris go change the music in the lobby!” Matt instructs quickly, his voice hushed so you won’t hear him. They scramble into position, Matt managing to hide somewhere in the diner lobby where you won’t see him.
“Nick, what are you doing?” you laugh, feeling Nick’s cold hands cover your eyes. “Shush, no questions,” he replies, causing you to hold back more laughter. Nick leads you into the lobby slowly, your hands holding onto his as they still work to obstruct your vision. Matt watches as you two walk in, his hands shaking with excitement as he lights the candles.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” the triplets begin to sing in unison, both Chris and Matt approaching the decorated booth. Nick removes his hands, a shocked expression immediately forming on your face.
As they continue singing the song, you admire the decorations in awe. Suddenly you’re a little girl, the random decorations being everything you needed as a child. The tears begin welling in your eyes, this was completely unexpected.
“Make a wish,” Matt whispers, bringing you in for a side hug as he holds the plate in front of you. You’ve never had a birthday cake before, let alone candles to blow a wish on. And although it’s simple, the makeshift cake is enough to bring the waterworks.
You squeeze your eyes shut, fat tears streaming down your face as you blow the candles out. There’s only one thing you can think to ask for, but you don’t dare verbalize it in fear that it won’t come true. The flame flickers, disappearing into a cloud of smoke as your wish floats away.
“Hey don’t cry! You’re 21!” Chris exclaims, shaking your shoulders in an attempt to lighten the mood, but you can’t help it. You’ve weren’t expecting any of this and it’s quite honestly the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you.
“Sorry,” you chuckle, wiping the tears away quickly. “Thank you guys for this. It’s beautiful,” you continue, bringing the trio in for a group hug. Nick and Chris are the first to pull away, leaving you clinging to Matt.
“You can thank Matt. This was all his idea,” Chris replies. Your arms are wrapped around Matt’s waist, a hug being the only way you can think to thank him. You look up at him, glossy eyes threatening to spill again.
“Happy birthday,” Matt murmurs, a smile forming on his face as he places the plate on the table and snakes his arms around you.
The moment is intimate enough to serve as Nick and Chris’s queue to leave. They sneak away into the kitchen quietly, giving you and Matt privacy.
“Thank you so much for this, Matt. You don’t know what this means to me,” you whisper, eyes locked with his.
“It’s nothing,” he shrugs.
“No, Matt. I really love this. Thank you.” A comfortable silence settles between you, the jukebox playing a calm melodic tune. You haven’t broken from the hug, swaying back and forth as you continue to admire the setup before you.
“Are you gonna try my cake?” Matt asks, using his chin to point towards the table. The whipped cream was beginning to melt into the spongy dough, strawberries and chocolate chips drooping down the edges.
“Mmm yeah, but I wanna stay like this just a little longer.” He doesn’t complain, instead pulling you in closer and resting his head on yours as you continue swaying to the music.
“That was really nice, Matt. Thank you,” it feels like the hundredth time that you’ve thanked Matt tonight. A half finished plate of food sits in front of you, the pancakes being enough to fill you up.
“You don’t have to keep thanking me, you know,” he laughs. Matt sits next to you on the same booth chair, using the balloons that cluttered the other side as an excuse to sit closer to you.
“I do, though. No one has ever done anything this thoughtful for me before... Not like there’s anyone left to do it,” the last part is hushed, he almost doesn’t catch it.
“C’mon, you’ve never had at least one birthday party?” He asks, his fingers play with one of the balloon strings. Despite knowing your tragic backstory, Matt finds the information hard to believe.
“Nope. This is the first cake I’ve ever had,” you admit, feeling sad at the confession.
“Well I hope you at least made a good wish,” Matt senses your shift in emotion, so he’s trying to remain positive.
“Yeah…” your voice trails off, fingernails scraping and picking at the plastic table cloth.
“Are you gonna tell me what you wished for, or are you superstitious?” Matt props an elbow on the table, resting his head on the palm of his hand as he looks at you. The moonlight from outside shines through the window, working alongside the dim diner lighting to illuminate your beautiful face. Your hair is down, the loose strands that keep falling in front of your eyes tucked behind your ears.
The question has you serious and embarrassed, “I’m not superstitious, it’s just a really corny wish.” He gives you a knowing look, one that encourages you to continue.
“You won’t make fun of me?” you ask, looking up at him tentatively.
You take a deep breath, rubbing your thighs in an attempt to ease your nerves before admitting something completely vulnerable, “I wished my dad was still here.”
“I know it’s never going to happen, I’m not naive, but I’ve never had a candle to wish on before so I just… I just wanted to make it count. I know it’s dumb—” your words are quiet and Matt cuts you off.
A gentle hand pulls your attention to him, his thumb caressing your cheek, “I don’t think it’s dumb.”
You don’t know what you did to deserve a friend as kind and loving as Matt. Another tear rolls down your cheek, swiftly being wiped away by Matt’s thumb. Even in your emotional state, you looked beautiful.
Subconsciously, Matt’s moving in closer to you. His eyes are flickering between your soft gaze and the plump lips that call out to him. Maybe it’s the atmosphere, the vulnerability of the moment, or maybe it’s the undeniable crush you’ve had on Matt for years, but your eyes flutter shut and copy him in leaning in.
His lips find yours quickly, you taste like maple syrup and whipped cream. You’re the perfect sweet treat to end such an eventful night. Your hands rest on his shoulders, slowly traveling to the nape of his neck as your lips mould together. Neither of you can seem to get enough of each other. His tongue slips into your mouth, eliciting a small moan from you.
The moment you pull away, you’re breathless. Foreheads are pressed together, eyes locking to keep the intensity of the moment.
“Happy birthday, beautiful,” he murmurs, going in for the next kiss of many.
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citruslullabies · 14 hours
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Something to tide you guys over until my break is done
Dogday headcannons: if he was your husband
Not that he can get LEGALLY married to you
Or choose out the ring he would propose to you with
But you guys had a little makeshift wedding in your backyard
You decided it'd be funny if Dogday wore the dress, which he only agreed to since he wanted to see you happy
Yeahhhhh... That white dress tore. Very quickly. Because it wasn't meant for someone of his size
Luckily it wasn't expensive, just an old white dress of yours
(man I hope it wasn't an expensive one-)
Poppy was kind of the priest, and Kissy was the flower girl
Yeah she uh... Couldn't find a whole lot of flowers so there was some poison ivy in the mix .
Very chaotic wedding day!
But Dogday is very happy to be your husband
He is a little more touchy now, but in a wholesome way
(ex. He will hold your waist in both hands while nuzzling his fat head against your neck)
Very happily refers to himself as your husband
"Oh there's some trash on the table I need to clea-" "your husband will get that for you"
He is absolutely amazed that you guys are married
He can't necessarily buy you gifts, but he does try to do stuff for you
Like cook you breakfast
Those eggs are somehow burnt on the outside and raw on the inside.....
He isn't as good at cooking as he was before the hour of joy. He kind of lost those skills after 10 years
Yes he was a good cook at one point
Shocking, I know
Maybe for you he'll try to get those skills back... Maybe
(do not trust this man with baking until you KNOW he's okay with cooking)
He absolutely adores you though
Snuggles up with you more, and is even more protective over you
Didn't even know that was possible
He is keeping his trusty weapon close.
Which by the way! Who was gonna tell me everyone was giving one to him?? I've seen axes and bricks and pipes-
I wanna jump on that band wagon!! I think it'd be really cool!
I feel like he'd use his old medallion
Sharpen the edges, and use it to slice
Or he'd have a home-crafted knife
I like to think he's very crafty due to his experience with children
But either way, sharp objects
(objects he'd keep close by at all times to make sure you and the others are safe)
You will wake up to him by your side every morning, and go to bed with him by your side every night.
He is absolutely smitten with you and will probably never leave the honeymoon phase
This doesn't mean he won't playfully bully you, vise versa too.
But you guys are in a good loving relationship
Shame that you can't live forever and neither can he.
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more-than-fluff · 20 hours
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Unexpected Desires
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Jungkook x Y/N
Genre - College Romance/Smut
Summary - You and Jungkook have been college roommates for the past year. You have been spending a lot of time with your boyfriend lately even if you had finals around the corner. Tonight was one of the nights, however it didn't go the way you had planned.
Notes - Please be kind! I wanted to write something to get me into the swing of writing again! If you have any requests please let me know.
You and Jungkook have been college roommates for the past year. You have been spending a lot of time with your boyfriend lately even if you had finals around the corner. Tonight was one of the nights, however it didn't go the way you had planned.
"You're back early." Jungkook says, looking up at you from the couch. You close the door behind you and step into the room. You try to hide your sobs as you say.
"...he...he cheated on me."
Jungkook turned to you instantly, his eyes widening. He took one look on your face and stood, stepping closer to you unsure how to handle this scenario.
"He what?" He asks, his voice tense, "He cheated on you?" His voice remains gentle, but a hint of anger comes through. All you can do is nod as you burst into tears.
Jungkook takes a deep breath, trying to reign in his anger. No matter how much anger he feels against the man who hurt you, right now, you are all that matters.
"Come here" He kneels down to your level and gently wraps his arms around you to hold you close, rubbing your back and pulling you into his chest. "It's going to be okay." He says softly, trying to soothe you.
"I broke up with him, I had no choice." You say into his chest as he holds you close, you can't stop the tears from falling.
"Shhhh." He says, running his fingers through your hair, "I know, it's okay, just let it out. It's going to be okay."
He hugs you tightly and continues to hold you, rubbing your back and running his fingers through your hair. It's clear that he's trying to remain strong for you, because he knows how much you're hurting right now.
When the tears finally stop, Jungkook is still holding you, not wanting to let you go just yet. He rubs your back and sighs, finally releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding.
"I know... I know it hurts now, but I promise it's going to be okay," He says softly, "You did the right thing." He's not just saying it because it's what you want to hear either, he genuinely means it.
"I just don't understand, why did he do it? I thought we were fine."
"I know... I know." Jungkook says with a small sigh, his voice soothing you, "But some guys just don't know how good they have it until it's gone."
He gently rubs your back, moving a few stray hairs away from your face. He wants to wipe the tears from your eyes, but he refrains, because he doesn't want to add to the uncomfortable feeling of having just cried on him. "You're an amazing women, and he was lucky to have you."
You look up to him, "...not good enough." Tears start to fall again.
Jungkook can't hide the hurt in his eyes as he hears your response. He hates seeing you blame yourself for something that has nothing to do with you.
"No, no." He says firmly, "That's not true at all." This time, he does reach up to wipe the tears away. He looks down into your eyes, trying to make sure that you believe what he's saying. "You're not to blame for what happened."
A sob escapes you, "Then why did he do it? There must be something wrong with me.."
"Shhhh." He murmurs, gently rubbing your back again. "The problem was with him, not you. He cheated because he's a jerk."
Jungkook wants to shout, to tell you just how wrong you are. But he doesn't want to overwhelm you right now, and he certainly doesn't want to get into a debate over it. "Just know that you're the perfect women, and he's an idiot for not realizing it."
Another sob escapes, "I hate him Jungkook."
"I know, sweetheart." He says softly, rubbing your back, "I hate him too."
He wants to say more, but he knows it's too soon. "Shhh. Just take a deep breath. Everything's going to be alright. I promise."
You try to calm yourself but the tears won't stop. "I'm sorry."
"Shhhhh. It's okay. Really, it is…" he continues to rub your back gently.
"You don't have to apologize. But you have to promise me something."
You look up to him, waiting for him to speak.
"Promise me that you won't let him make you doubt yourself. That you're not going to take any of the blame for what happened. It's all on him. Do you understand?"
You look down, processing the question. "But..."
"No buts." He says firmly, his voice is gentle, but he's not backing down. He wants you to understand just how much of the blame falls on your ex, and he wants you to stop shouldering any of it yourself. He places a finger under your chin and lifts it gently so that you are looking at him, "Understand?"
You nod and let your head fall back into his chest.
"Good." Jungkook says, his voice soft again as he hugs you tightly. He doesn't move, continuing to hold you, still gently rubbing your back and soothing you.
"I'll be right here with you. You're going to be okay." he continues to whisper, hoping that he's getting through to you.
You hold him close for a few minutes. The sound of your phone snaps you out and you pick it up. You see your ex's name light up and look to Jungkook
"Hm?" Jungkook looks down at your phone, taking note of your exes name on the screen. He glances back up to your eyes, a frown on his face.
"Is he texting you right now?" He asks quietly, a slight edge of anger in his voice.
"...yeah." You open your phone and read the text. It's not a positive one. He's calling you all sorts for breaking up with him.
Jungkook watches you open the text, a wave of anger hits him. He can't believe the nerve of your ex, calling you names and acting so entitled when he's the one in the wrong. If he'd had any respect for you or the relationship, he would have never cheated.
"He's… really doing this. Now?" He asks quietly, barely containing the rage rising inside him.
You stay silent, a single tear runs down your cheek. Making you feel like you're the one to blame for this once again
"Hey." He gently brushes the tear away with his thumb. "Don't cry."
No matter how much he wants to call your ex every name in the book right now, he forces himself to be gentle and soothing with you. Because right now, you're hurting, and you need kindness and not the harshness of his anger.
You whisper "He says it's my fault that he had to go to another woman. I wasn't doing enough for him."
"That's bullshit." He breathes, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.
Jungkook wants to take your phone and message your ex himself. He wants an even chance to be able to tell him just how much of an ass he is. But he resists the urge and focuses on soothing you again.
"Hey, listen to me." He says softly, "It is not your fault at all." His tone is firm, but gentle.
"What if he's right. I've been so busy with my finals that I haven't been giving him all of my attention."
Jungkook doesn't hesitate before answering your question. "No, he's not right at all."
He shifts his hands so that he's cupping your face, gently forcing you to focus on him instead of his phone.
"Your school work is important. In fact, if I remember correctly, I'm pretty sure you got a 100 on the last exam we took. That deserves praise and recognition. It isn't your fault that he couldn't be patient and support you."
You look up to him, feeling his hands cup your face and smile a little. "I worked hard for that 100."
He feels some relief when you smile, it means you're slowly getting past your ex and his manipulation.
"You did. And I'm really proud of you for it." He smiles back at you, wanting to encourage this happy and optimistic mood. He doesn't want your ex's words to take over. It took all his self-control not to snap at your ex, but he refuses to let him hurt you any further.
Your phone dings once more and before you can look. Jungkook grabs ahold of it
He catches your phone before you can read the message from your ex, not wanting you to see it and feel any more hurt.
He doesn't say a word though, he just takes the phone out of your hand and sets it to the side, not even bothering to look at what was sent. He doesn't care what your ex has to say, or how he's trying to justify his actions and shift the blame on to you. He knows it's wrong and that's all that matters.
"Don't worry about him." He says, still gentle and calm.
You look at him once more. "What do I do?"
"Ignore him." He says, as if it's the most obvious answer. "He's an idiot, and you've made it perfectly clear that you don't want to talk to him right now."
He shifts himself to move a little closer, closing the distance between them. "And I'm here for you." As he's talking, he holds onto your wrists, gently rubbing your knuckles with his thumbs.
You watch him rub our hand. "Okay."
"Promise me something?" He asks softly, "Don't let him get in your head. He's just a manipulative prick who can't even handle the consequences of his own actions." He doesn't know how else to describe him, so he just resorts to insulting him.
You nod at him. "I promise."
"Good." He says with a small smile.
He seems relieved that you're starting to realize the situation for what it is, and that you aren't going to fall for your ex's manipulation and blame yourself.
"Now," He continues, shifting himself to a more comfortable position. "Did you eat dinner yet?"
You shake your head. "No."
"I thought not." He says simply.
"I'm going to go make something. If you want, you can join me and we can eat dinner together." He offers up the option, figuring that it might distract you from how much an ass your ex is.
"...okay" You smile a little at how kind he's being right now.
He smiles back, genuinely happy to see the smile on your face again, even if it is faint and hesitant. He seems a little bit relieved that you're feeling better as he stands up from the couch.
"I'll just go and get started. Do you want something specific?" He asks, moving over to the kitchen.
"Everything you make is good."
"Okay." He says with a soft smile, turning away from you and moving his way around the kitchen. Jungkook is good at cooking, both because he was taught well and also because he's genuinely interested in cooking.
He gets to work, his back to you. After a while, you hear him humming a tune under his breath as he cooks. You sit at the counter and watch him work his magic.
As he cooks, he seems to be getting more relaxed and comfortable, enjoying working with the food. He feels like he can let his mind relax a little bit since you're there with him.
He keeps humming to himself, not really looking at you. But every so often, he glances back at your direction, taking small glances and smiling when your eyes meet.
The humming eventually turns into singing as he cooks. His voice isn't bad, but it's also not professional. He doesn't seem to care though, he keeps singing. You smile as you hear his voice. It almost soothes you after everything that happened today
He keeps singing as he cooks and eventually gets done with the cooking process.
Jungkook then puts a plate together, grabbing a fork and knife and setting them down. He turns around to put the plate in front of you. "Here you go."
You look at the plate set in front of you and it looks delicious. "Thank you."
"Mhm." He says simply, standing there watching you eat. He just wants to make sure that you get some food in your system.
Jungkook feels relief wash over him as you start eating. Sure, you're still heartbroken over your ex, but at least you're having something to eat.
"Feeling a little better now?" He asks softly, hoping that you've managed to process enough to start to feel a little bit better.
You nod. "A little, thank you."
"Good." He smiles at you, his hands moving into his pockets as he watches you.
Jungkook remains quiet for a bit, trying to process everything you just went through with your ex. After a moment, he speaks again.
"Do you feel like you may be able to get some sleep soon?" He asks. It's getting late, and your finals are fast approaching.
You take a deep breath, "I guess, I don't think I can do the exam. I haven't studied."
Jungkook shakes his head. "No no, you have to do the exam. You will do fine." He reassures, his voice firm but still gentle.
He's not going to let you flunk out of your exam based on some stupid, cheating ex. "You studied hard enough for the last exam and got a 100. There's no reason you shouldn't be just as capable this time around."
"My head is just scrambled I guess."
"It's understandable. Your head is probably still hurting after the breakup." He admits.
Jungkook sits down next to you. "But I don't want you to fail your exam because of some prick. You need to take the exam and pass it."
He pauses, looking at you for a moment. "And tomorrow, once the exam is behind you, we can do whatever you want. Deal?"
You look at him. "Okay, deal."
"Good." Jungkook smiles at you. The relief of seeing you start to agree with him is enough to make him happy. He's not going to let you flunk out of a perfectly valid exam just because of a breakup. "Now, get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning…"
"Okay." You stand and go to wash your dishes.
"Oh, you-… You don't have to wash the dishes." Jungkook offers up, standing up as well.
"I'll clean them up. Please go relax," He asks, his hands moving to take the plate from you.
"It's okay, I don't mind." You take the plate and start to wash it, "It's my way of saying thank you."
"No no, seriously," He argues.
"I don't mind doing them. You should go relax." He continues, trying to ease the plate out of your hands.
"Jungkook please, I can do them." You say, a little irritated.
"Fine, fine." He finally gives in.
Jungkook lets you keep the plate, and he watches you wash it. He's curious though how much is because you want to do it and how much of it is because you actually did want to wash the dishes. "Really, you don't need to do this… I'll do them."
You continue to wash the dishes, not answering him. You scrub hard, too hard. Your emotions getting the better of you He notices you scrubbing harder than should be necessary. He pauses, and watches you in a concerned and soft way. He reaches his hand out to stop you from scrubbing so hard, putting one hand on your wrist. He doesn't say anything yet, just watching you.
You try to fight him but he's much stronger than you, "I can do them!"
He continues to grip your wrist, stopping you from scrubbing.
"I know you can." He says. "But I think you're being a little too hard on the dishes and yourself."
You start to sob, "...I can do them."
Jungkook's gaze softens as he sees your emotions getting the better of you and the start of a sob.
"Hey, hey…" He speaks up, his voice soft and gentle. "Slow down."
Jungkook takes you into a hug now, hugging you close.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're tired, mentally and emotionally drained."
You sob quietly in his arms again, "…why… why did he do this..?"
"Because he's an idiot." He says, his voice sharp with disdain. "Someone selfish and childish who can't take responsibility for his own shitty actions."
He can feel you shaking in his arms. He wants to help ease your pain as much as he can.
You stay in his arms as you ask, "Can I sleep in your bed tonight? I don't want to be alone."
His eyes widen when you ask to share his bed. His mind races to thoughts he's been suppressing for a while, but he tries his best to not express them.
Jungkook nods, still keeping you in his arms.
"Of course." He says, almost in a whisper.
You hold onto him, "Thank you."
He smiles faintly.
Jungkook's mind is buzzing with thoughts now though. Does she want to sleep in the same bed because she's scared? Or because she wants to spend more time with him?
He knows he's probably reading to much into the situation. But he can't help but wonder. Once you calm down you start getting ready to sleep. You feel so tired after today that the bed has never sounded better.
He watches as you get ready, letting his eyes wander freely over your frame. You probably aren't aware of it, but he's been staring at your figure, taking in every single detail. The smooth skin of your shoulders, the curves of your back.
But he snaps out of it, reminding himself that he needs to be respectful. He's not going to act the way your ex did and take advantage of you when you're at your most vulnerable.
You stand near the sofa where he's sat, "I'm gonna head to bed, are you sure I can sleep in yours? I can use mine if you don't want me to."
"No you can share my bed." He says simply, not wanting to push you away in a situation like this.
"Okay, thanks."
"Mhm." He mumbles back, opening the door for you.
Jungkook waits for you to step inside the bed room before finally closing the door, making sure you're safe inside.
He sighs and starts to undress. He knows he probably shouldn't be sharing a bed with you, but he just doesn't have it in him to tell you no right now.
You climb into his bed and it feels so much better than yours.
Jungkook finishes changing and then gets into bed, the two of you laying under the same covers. He's laying on his side, his body pointing away from you so that he doesn't invade your personal space.
But being in the same bed is enough for him. Even that is better than being completely separate right now.
You get comfortable almost instantly and feel yourself falling asleep.
Jungkook's eyes are closed, as he tries to fall asleep. He's doing his best to ignore the closeness between the two of you, even if you're both on different sides of the bed.
It feels weird being this close to you like this, the warmth from your body next to his. He feels so much tension build back up in his stomach and his heart rate quicken.
Jungkook shifts to a more comfortable position and shuts his eyes again, trying to focus on breathing and forcing himself to sleep.
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The light fills the room and it wakes you. You look at the time and prepare yourself for your finals exam. Jungkook is woken up just as you are from the bright rays of the sun. He looks over at the clock and sighs. He wasn't able to get much sleep last night, having been too agitated and filled with tension because of your intimate proximity.
He moves to sitting up. His shoulders are tense, and his stomach hurts. He runs his hands through his hair, trying to make it more presentable before standing up.
You shower and mentally prepare yourself for the day. Hoping that it goes a lot better than yesterday.
Jungkook does the same, his thoughts a bit of a mess. He's anxious about the exam, but his nervous thoughts keep drifting back to the fact that he spent the night sharing a bed with you.
He finishes getting ready, his hair damp and his body feeling like its being pulled in a million different directions at once.
You grab your bag and look at Jungkook. "Ready?"
"Mhm." he mumbles.
Jungkook's face has this neutral look on it, but his mind is racing with thoughts and emotions towards you. He keeps his feelings buried inside him, trying to get back to his neutral self.
"Let's go." He adds.
Once outside, he follows you to the exam hall. His mind is racing with thoughts though. He has an exam to pass, and he doesn't even have his head in the game. Everything he's thinking about is in regards to you.
He keeps his eyes forward, trying to suppress the distracting thoughts. He doesn't want to give himself away until after the exam, but even that will be difficult.
He continues to stay close to you as you walk towards the hall. Once outside the entrance you turn and look at Jungkook. "Ready to ace this?"
"I am." He nods, trying to keep his emotions out of his voice.
"Let's do this." He smiles half-heartedly, his mind still wandering to thoughts of you.
He continues to stay close to you, his heartbeat starting to quicken again.
You smile at himYou take the exam with ease. Jungkook was right about you not needing to worry. You finish with a few minutes to spare. You look around and see Jungkook, his face covered in concentration and you can't help but smile at him and walk inside, taking your named seat and wait for the exam to start.
Jungkook follows you in, finding his own seat with his name on it. He leans back on his seat and settles his hands in his lap. He's anxious and nervous, but he reminds himself that the next few hours are all about performing at his best for the exam. Nothing else matters.
The exam begins, and you both start to write in your answers. You're both focused on it, even though a part of you just wants it to end to go back to the comfort of each other's company. You take the exam with ease. Jungkook was right about you not needing to worry. You finish with a few minutes to spare. You look around and see Jungkook, his face covered in concentration and you can't help but smile at him
Jungkook is also near the end of his exam. When he sees you smile at him, he feels a moment of weakness when he should be focused on the exam. But he can't help but smile back and give you a quick wave.
He looks back at the exam, trying to stay focused as he finishes filling in his last minute answers. He glances at you every once in a while, but he tries not to let his eyes wander too often as to distract himself further.
"Okay times up." You turn to the professor as he starts to collect the papers.
You both finally hand in your papers, and make your way out of the exam hall. You're both so relieved and tired, both mentally and physically drained.
Jungkook walks next to you, his arm casually brushing against yours. He takes deep breaths, his nerves and anxiety slowly subsiding now that the exam is over.
"How did it go for you?" You ask looking up at him.
"I think I did alright." He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't feel terribly confident, but I did finish all the questions."
He looks at you and nods approvingly. "How about you? How do you feel about the exam?"
You smile. "Easy as always."
He gives you a light smile back.
"Good to hear that you found it easy." He says softly.
"I take it you finished in time too, then?" He asks, his tone playful as he teases you a little.
You chuckle, "Had a few minutes to spare."
"Oh, I'm impressed." He plays along with the joke, giving you a light and teasing smirk.
"So what's next for the day?" He asks, his tone still light as he shifts the topic.
"I don't know, maybe a celebratory drink? We did just finish our final exam of the semester"
"I'll take any excuse to celebrate, as long as I have good company." He smiles lightly, his flirtatious tone returning as he plays into the playful energy you're giving him.
"So drink it is? I don't know about you, but I could use a beer right now."
You nod and take hold of his arm. "Me too."
Jungkook chuckles slightly as you take hold of his arm, and he can feel himself being pulled along by you.
He likes the physical contact, even if it isn't much. The slight touching of your arm is enough to get his heart beating faster. He doesn't want to show it too much though, even if he can't help but smile back at you.
"Lead the way then." He says, his voice still playful with a teasing tone.
You walk together to your favourite bar, it's full of other students celebrating. Jungkook follows you, walking beside you and taking in the festivities around you both. It's clear that all the students who just finished the exam were feeling pretty celebratory.
"They're really trying to get wasted, huh?" He says with a chuckle, watching some guys down shots together.
You laugh. "I think we have some catching up to do."
"Yeah, I think we do." He adds playfully, starting to slow down slightly as you approach the bar area.
He follows you over to the bar, watching people pour themselves drinks. Everyone has their drinks, it seems, and many are trying to make their shot's last longer, using chasers and such.
"What do you want to get?" He asks you, letting his hand brush your lower back momentarily when he speaks to you.
"You choose." You say, leaning on the bar.
He thinks for a minute, looking over the different drinks on display.
"Beer or something stronger?" He asks, his finger absently tracing patterns on the bar counter as he contemplates the choice between the two.
"I think we deserve something stronger."
"I like that logic." He whispers softly.
He looks at the stronger drinks lined up on the counter. His eyes immediately land on the tequila, and his mouth waters slightly at the thought of it.
"Can I get a shot of tequila, please?" he says to the bartender.
The bartend starts to pour the shot, and Jungkook grabs a couple of glasses for water, which the bartender delivers to him along with the shot of tequila.
You pick up the shot and hold it in the air, "To finishing exams and shitty relationships!"
He raises his shot in the air as well, a slight grin on his face.
"Cheers to that!" He grins, the playful energy between the two of you making each glass clink sound more energetic than it should.
He downs his shot of tequila. The liquor is strong and burns his throat, but he does his best to hide his reaction.
You laugh at his reaction and ask the bartender for one more
He watches you as you order another round of shots. A light smile crosses his face when he sees you laugh at his reaction to the tequila.
Jungkook takes his glass of water. He doesn't want to get plastered off his one shot of liquor, so he opts for water.
He watches you down the shot of tequila, admiring you a little in silence.
You take the shot and enjoy the burn it gives you, "Too strong for you? Shall we have a beer instead?"
"Yeah, yeah." He says playfully, not wanting to admit that he isn't quite used to the burning sensation of tequila.
"Beer is definitely more my speed." He says back playfully as he orders a round of beer.
"You wanna stick to tequila though…" He adds teasingly, "or were you thinking of switching to beer too?"
"Well another shot is tempting… but I'll take the beer."
"Wise choice." Jungkook replies back playfully, giving your arm a small pat as he picks up his glass of beer.
"You still want to do shots don't you?" He asks slightly playfully, his arms resting on the counter as he continues to watch you and wait for your response.
You smile. "Of course!" You chuckle.
"Then let's do it." He smiles back, his playful tone matching hers.
He orders another round of shots. The tequila burns just as much as the first time, but he does a better job at hiding his reaction.
He takes his shot of tequila, this time taking a second glass of water afterwards as well.
"Shall we do one more?" He asks playfully, still holding your arm, his thumb casually tracing a circle on you wrist as the alcohol starts to get to him.
You nod, "I need ten more!" You joke to him.
"Oh you think you can handle ten shots of tequila huh?" He chuckles back, matching your playful energy.
He can feel the alcohol start to loosen him up slightly. He has less inhibitions about the playful flirting, but he tries to stay in control.
His thumb continues its gentle circling around your wrist as he teases you.
"I can, can you?" You ask, poking his shoulder playfully.
"Hey now…" he grins playfully, trying to keep up with your playful banter.
"I'm sure I can." He says confidently. "I could probably beat you in a drinking contest." He chuckles.
"Let's prove it." He says playfully, taking another shot of tequila.
"Fine, game on!" You take another shot and love the burn it gives.
Jungkook downs his next shot of tequila as well, the alcohol definitely getting to him at this point.
His expression is less serious now, almost becoming a smirk, he still has his playful side though.
"You feeling the effects yet?" He asks playfully, grabbing another glass of water after finishing his shot.
"Maybe a little." You definitely do, you feel good. The best you've felt in the past 24 hours.
"You look like you're definitely feeling it…" he chuckles playfully, noticing the effect that the alcohol is starting to have on you.
"But you said you can handle more shots… so let's see it."
Jungkook downs his next shot of tequila. The alcohol has his brain processing a bit slower than normal, but he doesn't feel too much to stop him drinking more either.
"Fine," You hold the shot and down it in one. "I am going to beat you." You sing to him.
"Oh… oh really?" He asks playfully, but it's clear that he's definitely starting to feel loose from the alcohol.
"I doubt that." He adds on, laughing as he grabs his next glass of water. "But we'll see… we'll see."
Jungkook takes his next shot of tequila, his eyes widening slightly at the burn it gives. But he takes it like a champ, his grin only getting wider on his face.
You follow and take another shot. Your favourite song starts playing and your eyes widen, "Jungkook, we have to dance!"
"Dance?" Jungkook asks, a little surprised by your sudden suggestion.
He laughs and tilts his head playfully. "Why do we have to dance now? Can't we just relax and chill?" He chuckles, a slightly goofy smile on his face as the alcohol takes even more effect.
You grab hold of his hand and try to pull him off his seat, "Come on, it's my favourite song!"
"Alright, alright." He chuckles a bit as you pull him to his feet. "Let's go."
Jungkook takes your hand and lets himself be led away. The alcohol has his mind a bit foggy, and he's no longer thinking as rationally as he normally would.
He's more likely to just go with the flow, especially when there's music and dancing involved. You lead him to the dance floor which is already crowded but you find a spot and move to your song.
He follows you to the dance floor without hesitation, making sure to stay close to you so he doesn't lose you in the crowd.
He listens to the music for a moment before starting to move. The beat is getting to him, though. He feels more relaxed and carefree when he's dancing, even if his mind is slowly being impaired by the alcohol.
Jungkook is pretty good at dancing and makes sure to blend into the crowd of everyone else who's dancing along.
With the alcohol, combined with the music and the joy from watching you dance, Jungkook feels even more carefree than usual.
He moves along with the music, his body flowing with it. He doesn't even think about his movements anymore. He's simply responding to the song that's playing.
The alcohol continues to make it's affect known throughout his body, and he starts to become more and more loose. He's not stumbling or anything, but he's definitely starting to lose some of his inhibitions.
He moves with you, the two of you dancing together.
He's getting a little bold with the alcohol flowing through his body though. He's starting to lean in closer to you as you dance, his hand on your hip pulling you slightly closer to him as you both move to the music.
The alcohol is definitely making him lean closer than normal right now. Normally he wouldn't even try to get this close, but right now, he doesn't seem to care how bold he's being.
The touch feels nice between the two of them and he doesn't seem to want to stop. He leans slightly closer, and continues to dance to the music with his arm around your waist. He's still holding your hand, not letting go for a moment.
He can't help but notice the feeling of you pressing into him as you dance.
He's so focused on the music right now that he barely notices your movements, or how close your bodies are.
He's slowly relaxing as you press into him, his own hands tightening on you as he pulls you slightly closer.
The beat of the music is starting to make his muscles move subtly and he's not realizing how bold he's getting with his hands.
You look up to him to find he is already looking at you. You don't stop moving, you have never seen him look at you this way. It's different. Not like a friend but something more.
Jungkook is just as caught up in the moment as you are, so when your eyes finally meet his, it takes him by surprise.
There's a slight tension and chemistry between the two of you that has been building up for a while, and the moment you lock eyes, it feels like a jolt of electricity going through both of your bodies.
Jungkook's eyes have never met yours in such a way, there's a clear shift in his expression that shows just how caught up he is in not only the night, but you…
It feels like time has slowed down as he closes the distance between you two.
Jungkook's eyes are locked on yours, his gaze full of energy and the smallest hint of lust. He's been wanting to do this for a while now, and the alcohol is only increasing the desire to take this further.
He's moving so slowly, but in those few seconds before he's pressed his lips to yours, the tension is almost unbearable.
The first touch of your lips is enough to send shivers down his spine. The kiss itself feels like a rush.
Jungkook takes you in, holding your body close against his as he kisses you. The music is still playing all around them, but it feels like nobody else exists except for the two of you.
Jungkook can't get enough of your touch right now, his desire for you growing with each soft brush of your lips.
Jungkook's heart was racing now; he could feel his breath quickening. As the kiss continues, he pulls you even closer to him, wanting nothing more in the world than to taste your lips.
Jungkook's hands start to run up and down the sides of your body, tracing the smooth skin of your thighs as you continue moving to the beat of the music. He doesn't want this moment to end, and doesn't want to think about anything outside of the moment here and now.
You pull back and look up to him. You feel a little confusion but it also just feels right.
Jungkook's mind has completely blanked due to the rush of the alcohol and the kiss.
He looks at you, a little confused as to why you pulled away. His eyes scan you, his mouth slightly open. It's like he's trying to process what just happened.
"We should head back." You say, looking into his eyes trying not to let them slip to his lips. All he does is nod before taking your hand and walking you both out of the bar.
The walk back is silent, you don't know what to do. The tension between the two of you has never been so high, you just want to get back.
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Walking into your apartment, your mind starts racing with all kinds of thoughts. Has he always felt like this toward you? Have you?
You run your hands through your hair and look at him, he's just stood there. His gaze is fixated on you.
"Listen I-"
Before you could finish your sentence he strides to you and takes you into a kiss once more. This time it's not gentle, he takes you. His mouth claiming yours, you don't hold back and let him in. His tongue dancing with yours, you can't help but moan at this sensation. He puls back and looks at you.
"I should've done this a long time ago Y/N."
You look him up and down, unable to reply.
His eyes scan your face, unsure what to do next. You help, you cup his face and whisper. "I wish you did." You bring him toward you and kiss him. He sees this as the perfect opportunity and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and walks straight into his bedroom.
He gently lowers you onto his bed, stands up and removes his shirt. You have never looked at him this way before and you stare in awe at his physique. His tattoo, his hair disheveled makes him look even more hot.
He comes back down and kisses you over, his mouth moves to your neck and you lift your head to grant him access. His hands start roaming your body, your arms, your chest sliding down to the hem of your dress. He looks to you for your consent and your heart warms a little as you give a little nod. In one swift move your dress is off and laying on the floor. He stands and looks down on you, you should feel embarrassed but with him staring at you like that, it just makes you feel hotter.
"Beautifull Y/N, that man is a fool to lose you." He comes down to you, his face so close to yours but he speaks once more. "But i'm happy he did, because now you're mine." He kisses you, hard. Claiming you as his. You love it, your hips buckle under him and you feel the hardness of him against you. Your hands move to his jeans and move to undo them. He helps you, undoing his belt and taking his jeans off. You stare and move to take off his boxers but he pauses, placing his hand on yours.
You look up, worried you were tushing him too much but the stare he gives you turns you into a puddle there and then.
"Wouldn't be fair without you taking yours off sweetheart."
You blush instantly, he lowers himself down and leaves a trail of kisses, starting at your lips and moving lower and lower until he reaches to strap of your underwear. His fingers curl around them, teasing you.
"You want these off?"
All you can do is nod, your body is practically begging him. You hear him chuckle as he slowly slides them down your legs, the cold leaving a slight chill to your exposed body but you welcome it as the heat you feel right now is overwhelming. He follows suit and removes his, you almost gawp at his length but you try to hide it. Not very well as you see him smirk, giving himself a few pumps before grabbing a condom from his drawer.
He climbs the bed until he is hovering above you.
"You sure?" You look to him, his eyes holding a little concern as this was your last chance to pull out of this, he needs this consent before moving forward. You wrap your hands around his neck and answer. "Please Jungkook, make me forget about him."
His head dips at your words. "Oh Sweetheart, you'll never think of him again. I promise."
He lines himself up to you before pushing in, you both gasp in unison at the sensation of each other. He picks up speed slowly, your moans fill the room. It feels so good you don't want this to end.
"Jungkook" You moan his name and almost growls in return.
"God I love it when you say my name." He picks up speed and thrusts even harder into you. "Say it again Sweetheart."
"Jungkook please." You whimper as you just want more, you want all of him and nothing else.
He takes you even harder, his head falls beside you as he picks up his speed. "So good Sweetheart, you feel so good."
He keeps going, not slowing down. You feel the butterflies building inside of you. "Jungkook I'm gonna..."
He lifts his head and kisses you while taking you hard.
"Please Sweetheart, come with me. While I take you, yes Sweetheart."
Your moans grow in volume as you feel it build more and more until you see stars. Your back arches as you explode below him, you scream his name a final time before coming back down.
You feel his movement get sloppy as he slows down, he finished with you.
He comes to a stop and lays next to you, he takes you in his arms. Brushing your hair with his fingers. You lay on his chest and feel every rise and fall.
He holds you close, not wanting to let go.
You raise your head and look to him, he cocks his head as he listens to you.
"How long have you waited for this moment?" You can't help but ask him, he feels as if he has longed for this moment for a while so you had to ask.
He smiles while looking at you, still combing your hair.
"Sweetheart, I have wanted you ever since I laid my eyes on you. But you weren't mine to have then."
Your eyes widen as he spoke, you had no idea. You were so oblivious to his feelings.
"Until now." He leans down and kisses you, slowly.
"And I will never break your heart, you're mine now Sweetheart. No-one will be coming between us ever again."
You don't have to say anything else, you lay your head on his chest once more. You feel safe, and you know he will never do as others have done to you.
He's yours and finally you're his, and God don't you know it.
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Hazbin Hotel x GN! Reader Headcanons
Hi all! So I finished the show recently in the span of a day, after waiting years after the pilot released! Loved it, obviously! So I wanted to start doing some headcanons for the show, since it's all I can really think about... Anyway! Enjoy! Xxx TW: Swearing, murder, death, insanity, typical Hazbin warnings.
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How They React to You Being Powerful (And a Bit InSaNe)
Alastor:
I feel like Alastor would be interested, but worried, especially if you just came out of nowhere, but if you were his significant other, I feel like he'd be a bit proud...
~ Alastor had been invited by Vox, over for dinner or a drink, he was curious, he figured it would be an entertaining evening, so he decided to go, and bring you along. ~ As his partner, both in business and personally, you were usually mixed in with Alastor's shadows, always close by, so the Vees weren't all that shocked to see you there with him. ~ Velvette was intrigued by you, wondered about your fashion sense, and Alastor's, Valentino hit on you as soon as he saw you were there, leaving Alastor's eye to twitch slightly in annoyance, Vox considered you an inconvenience, in his way. ~ So when he brought up that you should leave the room so that the 'grown-ups' could talk, you had to hold back your anger, and Alastor. ~ You placed a gentle hand on his chest, keeping him from trying to throttle Vox, until he brought up, "You probably wouldn't understand half the shit we're talking about anyway!" Vox laughed. ~ At that point, your own eyes began to glow, "Oh?" You giggled, "Is that so?" ~ The Vees seemed to realise that they had overstepped, beginning to physically step back. ~ You laughed loudly, "As if moving away will SaVE YOu!" You cackled, lifting your hand, the lights in the room beginning to flicker and then, one by one, they shattered. ~ You skin began to ripple with power, as you motioned for the many mirrors and windows along the walls to shatter inwards, glass and shards flying towards the room's occupants. ~ Once you'd calmed down, Alastor smiled proudly, although the smile was always there, and placed his own hand on your shoulder in comfort, "Incredible display my dear! I think we're done here..." He practically growled, as the two of you turned and left.
Angel Dust:
Angel would obviously be turned on, but would also be incredibly shocked, he knew you as the sweet and innocent lamb that he so loved to tease, seeing you as the dominant, scary, powerful demon was new for him.
~ Angel had left his phone at the hotel, something you knew he'd get upset and stressed about having left, so you, being the amazing you, decided to go to his workplace and bring it to him. ~ You knew that Angel didn't want you to go near that building, mainly because he didn't want you anywhere near Val, but you figured, as long as you went straight to Angel's dressing room and back again, you wouldn't run into him. ~ Angel had told you the night before, complained actually, that he would be working through lunch, so you decided to go then, bringing Angel some snacks for between shoots. ~ Unfortunately, they were having issues with the shoot, so everyone had paused production when you went in to see Angel. ~ Angel Dust looked in shock and fear when he saw you, and his eyes darkened significantly when he noticed the way Val was looking at you. ~ "And who is this?" Valentino purred, slinking over to you, "Lookin for something sweetheart?" ~ You shook your head and began speaking, rather confidently, "Sorry, I was just bringing Angel his phone, I realised he left it at home and just wanted to make sure he had it." You told him. ~ Angel quickly strode over, taking his phone and gently grabbing you by the elbow, he slid his phone into the pocket of his robe, using his second arms to wrap around your waist and try to lead you away from Val, "Sorry 'bout this Val, thank you baby, but you gotta go now," He whispered the last part to you. ~ Val grabbed Angel by the back of his robe, pulling him, and in turn you, back, "Now just wait a minute, Angie baby, your little beauty could be perfect for another production I'm running," He purred, his cigarette smoke curling around your throat, turning into smokey chains. ~ Angel Dust swiped them away, "No." He growled. ~ Val's smirk disappeared, grabbing Angel again, this time by his hair and pulling him away from you. ~ He didn't get far. ~ Instead he was tugged, shadowy fists grabbing Val by the back of his own coat, yanking him painfully backwards, until he let go of Angel and instead, turned to look at you. ~ "You FUckING daRE touCH Him!?" You practically shrieked. ~ Angel watched in mild horror, but mostly arousal as you whaled on Val, he knew he was gonna get it when you've left but if you're around, he wasn't that worried...
Husker:
I feel like Husker would be the only one who would actively be sort of scared if you showed off any kind of power. Especially if he was the one that caused it...
~ When you first came to the Hazbin Hotel, you weren't really interested in redemption or, anything, in particular, just needed a place to stay and figured it would be easy enough. ~ You were surprised to see a place so dead set on redemption, with something that indulged in sin, like the bar... ~ Sitting behind the bar was a demon you had never seen before, he had large wings with the symbols from the suits of a deck of cards decorating the bottom, but he also had big fluffy ears, whiskers and paws, all in all, he was confusing... ~ You walked over to him, "Hi, uh, this is a hotel right? Could I stay here?" You asked timidly, still new to the area, that area being Hell... You didn't want to piss off anyone, you didn't know how powerful they were... ~ The demon looked at you and spoke with a deep, gruff voice, "Look, I don't wanna be dealin with anymore people today, take a hike toots." He grumbled. ~ You rose a brow, "Excuse me?" You asked, quickly getting annoyed, your quick temper was one of the things that landed you here in the first place. ~ The demon sighed, "Jesus are you fucking deaf? I said, beat it bitc-" ~ Before he could finish his sentence, he looked back at you, your eyes had turned pitch black, and you almost seemed to grow in his presence, "What Did YOu jUSt saY to Me!?" You shouted, the words sounding garbled and underwater, but just as powerful. ~ Husker simply stared up at you, eyes wide, "Oh shit..."
Lucifer:
I feel like Lucifer would get overly emotional, whether that emotion is anger or joy is up to the situation entirely... Here's an idea!
~ When Charlie called the two of you, you were incredibly surprised that she wanted your help... ~ Being her father's current partner was probably not that easy for her, but Charlie was taking it extremely well! She knew you weren't there to replace her mother, simply to love her dad, and she liked that. ~ So when they got to the hotel, Charlie was tackled in a hug from her dad and then walked over and get you a warm hug as well, which made you happy. ~ Then Charlie began talking about various different things, her father greeting her over the phone, to which you face-palmed, and then about Adam wanting to move up the extermination and how worried she was about the hotel. ~ You looked at her concerned, "He didn't hurt you did he? Or threaten you at all?" You asked softly, knowing that Lucifer would go off on one if he heard his daughter was in trouble. ~ Charlie shifted on her feet, "Weeeell..." She began. ~ You paused in your questioning, slowly getting more and more worried, before you eyes changed, becoming slit pupils as you got upset. ~ Charlie stepped, "Uh, (y/n)?" She spoke softly, stepping back to avoid the backfire. ~ Lucifer stopped in his search of the hotel and his interrogating Alastor to look around, "Love?" He asked tentatively, seeing you, looking almost feral. ~ He practically rushed over to check on you, "What's going on?" He asked. ~ "That son of a bitch, angel trash, he's begging for a FucKINg AsS WhooPINg!" You practically snarled, becoming unhinged with each word. ~ Lucifer whispered over to Charlie, "What happened?" He was incredibly confused. ~ Charlie winced a bit, "I kind of told them that Adam had threatened me... A little... And then this happened!" She told her dad. ~ Lucifer looked at you lovingly, as you went outside and began trashing things, not wanting to destroy anything inside the hotel that Charlie was so fond of. ~ You went full bear mode for his daughter, there was a huge list of why he loved you, this was one of the top reasons.
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I hope these were okay! If anyone has any requests, send me things! I love getting them! Bye for now my lovelies! Xxx
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So… we’ve come this far, huh?
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Today is officially the one year anniversary of my time on Tumblr, and the one year anniversary of my friendship with the lovely person who is @/dinosaurzzz (the slug cat on the right is its sona!).
It is honestly incomprehensible to me that it has been a full year since I got on this site and honestly it has completely changed my life. I have grown more as a person in this year than I believe I ever have in my whole prior life combined. I have found a community where I am loved, where I am safe, and where I am given the space to learn and grow from my mistakes, and that is completely fucking invaluable to me. And I will forever thank Dino for being the final thing to push me to finally get on this site that I already figured would be perfect for me. It has been such a wild ride, and even if Tumblr has muffled the reach of my posts at the moment, I am going to scream this one from the rooftops, and try to show appreciation for everyone who has helped me along this journey.
First of all shout out to my incredible partner @wishtale-blogs, she is the love and light of my life and she truly understands me and has my back. I never, ever thought that I would meet someone who both gets me completely and contrasts me perfectly and having her in my life is something I would never trade absolutely anything for. When you’re young it seems like destiny for partnerships to fall apart simply by nature of it being so early in life, but I genuinely feel as if this is unshakable, and I’m just.. so happy to have her.
And with that I’d next like to shout out our adoptive sons, @karineverse and @the-selfmade-gods. Both of you are absolute angels, lights of my life and people that I would protect with my life. Thank you so much for being here for me and being here for all of your friends and staying strong through all you’ve been through. I’m proud of you, truly I am so proud of you and I love you as if you were my own flesh and blood.
Now, I am going to list out every single person I can think of whom I consider a friend. There will not be elaboration here as this post will be long enough as-is, but just know that I could write a blurb for each of you for why I adore you so much, some of you a whole essay. If your name is not here and you consider us friends, do not hesitate to message or ask me about it, I never want to leave people out and I know how anxiety-inducing it can be to not wind up on one of these lists with someone you care about. That being said, here are the names of all of my amazing friends, in no particular order:
@twinklesporkle, @justanidiotartist, @nyxus-nyx, @jupiter-nwn, @rib-rabbitmask, @still-got-no-idea, @liliallowed, @ashburntcat, @ponnedapple, @person-of-many-names, @itzcherrybonbon, @spamsbylee, @nevil-gonslek, @duckielikeserror, @psycho-chair, @letsatomicbanana, @starmonsterrr, @midnightstarshadow, @colorfulpaintspills, @kenopsia-ksp, @autisticseapanda, @hiro-doodlez, @cherrio-krispz, @emerald-onion, @the-save-star-anomaly, @everydaygremlin, @dreamsb0u, @skylerfurmaniac, @meimeikyu, @silly-inksans-stuff, @sketchingstars03, @shenanogram, @sargentvenipede
And with these friends, I’d also like to take a moment to thank followers of mine who I’ve never known super personally but still value immensely. I don’t truly know you guys, but you seem amazing, thank you so much for being here.
@hex0code, @cherrifruiti, @gloomywoomymoon, @atherflame-theconcubus, @neonordream, @finleyforevermore, @epicnightm, @youracecard, @pearbranch14823, @palisadewasp @wolvesbaneandbuttercups, @crunchontoast, @bloomyspring
Thank all of you so, so much. There would probably be more names but there is a mention limit of 50, so I had to cut some down. Either way, thank you all a million, you all mean so much to me and I think this day is truly going to be the start of a new beginning.
And to all the people who would have been here, the friends who should have been here but aren’t…
if it’s simply because we haven’t talked in a while, I hope you’re alright and I miss you.
but if it’s because you’ve harmed me, I still hope you’re alright and growing as a person. I’m sorry we didn’t work out and I promise I miss the you that I knew. I wish that things had happened differently, and even though you’re likely not seeing this I hope today can be the start of new beginnings for you too. Thanks for the impacts that you’ve left on me, even if those are scars. You guys have also helped make me into who I am, and without hardship it would be hard for me to learn.
Here’s to a new day, and any more lovely years to come.
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date doctor - Connor Bedard
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Rie's note; for all ladies who feel uncomfortable with reading fics about already taken players; I wrote it in a comfortable way, you can read this without feeling weird. Give it a chance, thank you and have fun!
This one is especially for the queen @toasttt11 !
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"You always pick the wrong dudes", Connor says to you with his canadian accent, packing his bag. You're in his apartment and telling him your last dating experience. "You're a hockey player, too!", you try to save this situation.
"You know the most hockey players just want to hook up and are not interested in relationships, I'm an exception!", his blue eyes looking at you whilst closing his bag. You're sitting on his bad, falling back on the mattress and groan. It seems hopeless to find a sensitive man with good intentions. Connor tips on your tigh, considered not to hurt you. He's literally a golden retriever, you never could tell he was a bad friend.
When you moved to Chicago, you never imagined to be friends with the one and only Connor Bedard. You're three years older than him and your life is a mess, you have no clue why he does this to himself. It happened curiously how tou two became friends, but when you started to work in their hockey fanshop and he asked for a scarf, you were on one wavelength and kept the contact.
"Why I am so unlucky?! Last week a dude asked me about worn underwear for money! C'mon!", you lament your own dating life.
"They don't know how amazing you are. Boys can be stupid", Connor speaks with a calm voice and packs the second bag.
What the heck is he packing all the time? Two bags for one weekend?
"Connor, what are you transporting for one weekend?!", you're confused.
"One bag for clothes, one bag for snacks. And this teddy bear you gave me last christmas", he blushes. His teammates teasing him for that but he doesn't care at all, its like his lucky charm and reminds him of you.
"Aww you're so sweet. Wish I'd find a boyfriend like you", you start dreaming. Connor is in a relationship and made it clear, he's taken. He never was an option. Connor's eyes searching yours with an undefined look. He bites on his lip like always, when he's thinking. Should he say something? Maybe not.
"One day you'll find the right one. I'm sure", he smiles. He always finds the right words to let you feel comfortable.
"Why are you so wise? You're younger than me!".
"Well, it's my charm, I don't know", he chuckles for a short time.
He looks on his clock at the wall. He's too late.
"I really have to go. Can you lock the door when you leave? And don't forget your favorite sweet I bought you. It's in the kitchen!", he takes his bags, waves as goodbye and you just hear the door closing, he left his apartment. You huff, the problems are still here. You go to the kitchen, see the sweets on the counter with a note. It just can be Badsy's handwritten note, his writing is horrible.
'You're the coolest', without anything more. You send him a thank you per messenger and lock the door behind you, ready to get home. You don't think much about it.
The Chicago Blackhawks are on the road so your next work shift in the fanshop would be quiet.
"Hello?", a college boy asks you with a bunch of flowers in his hand. Tulps, your favorite.
"Hi, nice flowers but I don't go on a date", you smile gentle.
"You're too old, hell no. I don't need a sugar mommy. Someone paid me to get you these", the blonde boy shakes his head in a sassy way.
You're outraget, this little rat.
"I'm not that old. But thank you" with a killing stare. He goes out of the fanshop door, understanding your nonverbal requests, but the focus is on the tulps. They're colorful and a little note is in there. You're grinning, maybe karma shows you the right guy. Such a romantic gesture.
'Do you want to hold my stick?' , that's all. No name, no address. Such a perverse! You throw the flowers in the trash and send it Connor. Adrenaline pumps in your veins, you're sick of dating. Someone sent you beautiful flowers and only ask for Sex. God damn, it's not normal.
You get a notification that Connor texted back, 'are you angry?'. You only reply a yes, Connor read it without answer.
Double shit day, he ignores you now.
Finally you're back home with a pyjama, a cup hot chocolate, messy bun and watching reality shows. Yes, like a normal woman not like these sexy models in these dessous walking like a primadonna.
But you miss Connor, usually you watch these shows together as much as you can with his busy time schedule. You don't know when, but you drifted into sleep. Today Connor comes back and you're happy but with mixed feelings. Since the last message he didn't report anything. Maybe he was tired.
You're in the shop, waiting for some guests but it's empty. The weather is bad, a rainy day, the most are home on sundays like these. You're eating snacks, until you hear the doorbell ring.
As professional as you can- you try to hide your snacks and smile.
But it's Badsy. Badsy in a good looking suit and a teddy bear in his hand.
"Hey!", you run into his arms, just happy to see him. You wrap the hands around his neck and breathe in his collegne.
"I have something for you!", he says and pushes the teddy bear torward your belly.
"That's so cute!", you smile. Honestly this gesture gives you butterflies, it means he thought about you.
"I saw this teddy in LA and maybe it's your lucky charm now", Connor gets unsure if it was a good idea. He keeps the secret he actually bought the flowers and you would understand the insider because he said that in an interview and you mocked him for two weeks about it.
"I think you should give it your girlfriend", you say embarrassed, having a bad conscience about this girl.
"We broke up", he tells it like it's nothing. He shrugs his shoulders about it. "Excuse me?!", shocked about he didn't tell you.
"Yeah for like a month. It's ok because I ended it, I'm in love with someone else. We're still friends", he smiles.
You raise your voice, "Connor Bedard! who is she and why the hell you gave me this teddy instead of her?!". You get angry.
"Please calm down, because you are this girl. I honestly just don't know how to ask you out because I'm not good with words and-", before he could say more you hug him again.
"I like you too but I'm older and people will roast you for that!", you speak out.
"France's president Macron married his teacher so I don't think a three years age gap is a big deal, as long I'm an adult ", he winks in his typical way. He hugs you back.
"But-", you try again.
"Do you want to hold my stick?", he asks without waiting for your response. Your brain is working.
"You're the perverse flower man!", you think back.
"No! I tried to be a date doctor to fix everything what all did wrong, I'm just really bad at it. I'm afraid to ask you for a romantic dinner and it's my way to ask you out. It's our insider!", he gets jittery.
"Let me try again, ok?", he searchs his eye contact with you.
Damn these blue eyes. You're just able to nod.
"Do you want to hold my stick after all games because I don't trust much people my sticks on and I really wanna share it with my future girlfriend. For me it means sharing lives together. And I have the best snacks!", he blushes, speaks fast and pretends to be cool to say that loud.
"Maybe after the first date!"
"Ok let's get home, get some hot chocolate, with our pyjamas and watch together love is blind?", he knows he gets you with it.
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No Name Part.21
Sorry took so much time writer's block and lazyness is such a pain.
The school isn’t bad, actually it’s pretty great. I met Romero, a classmate and became fast friends; he is such a drama queen and he is so funny. He made the adaptation to the new school easier, almost seamless if it wasn’t for the uniform, which is still really bothersome. Mama got a photo I don’t know how, she said I was the cutest which is okay when you are a four years old child, not when you are sixteen. I miss Mama, but I can’t say it out loud, it would make Mama sad and I don’t wanna make Alexia feel bad; she has been great since I’ve been living with her, she took time away from her family to be with me and to make me discover Barcelona. We decorated my room together, painted the walls, had a paint fight, it was so cool. After we finished my room she looked at my suitcase that I hadn't unpacked yet, she didn’t say anything but I felt comfortable so I knew it wouldn’t take me long before I unpack. She took me to a men’s team game. It was amazing the atmosphere, everything, some people recognized her but not a lot. 
This weekend though we are gonna meet her family, she is supposed to come get me in a few minutes and this week the season is finally beginning. The team was away for preseason, I have a different schedule because of school but I am excited and terrified for both meetings. Alexia and her family are really close, I thought Mamà and her family were close but Alexia’s family is on another level altogether. I really want them to like me, with Mama and Alexia’s … situationship in the long term they will probably be my family too. Thinking about it kind of makes my head hurt and I wanna crawl in bed and never get out. Damn I want the presentation to be done already so I would stop stressing.
-Miss Fuentes, your guardian is here.
-Hm.
-Nemo! I felt a sharp pain in my side and turned sharply to Romero glaring at him. They just called you over. He pointed to the door of the study room where one of the supervisors was waiting, looking at me expectantly.
-Oh! Thank you Rom! I scrambled up and grabbed my stuff. See you Monday!
-See you, don’t do something I wouldn’t.
-That leaves me with a whole lot of things I can do, right ? I tease him back.
I smile almost deviously at me and wave me off.
In the hallway, I see Alexia on the phone waiting for us, well me technically since the supervisor had to take care of a scruff we stumbled upon in the corridor. I approach and she smiles at me still on the phone. She grabs one of my bags and we leave towards her car.
- Sí mamá, entiendo que quieras conocerla, sólo está un poco nerviosa y es comprensible. 
After a silence on this side of the conversation, where Alexia kept nodding her head, she looked at me for a minute while opening the car, and finally sealed my fate.
-Vale, vale, tú ganas, recogemos a Alba por el camino y pasamos la noche en casa con el mini futbolista. Jo també t'estimo, adéu. She turned her face to me and laughed. Nemo, I promise my mom won’t eat you, I can’t say for Alba she can be weird, she adds with a teasing smile. I punched her shoulder trying to hide my smile. Last weekend at Alexia’s she had talked to me about her sister that she obviously loved a lot and loved to tease even more. In France, Clément used to say to Sandra, when Marin, Olivia and I we’d fight each other, qui aime bien châtie bien. I still miss them a lot, we had contact now, Jenni gave me Marin number’s before I went to Barcelona, Oli didn’t have one because she was too young, but she had invited herself on Marin and I phone’s call. 
-Wanna talk about it ? 
I looked at Alexia who glanced at me while driving through the city.
-You made a face after I talked about Alba. I was waiting for you to talk but I realize it might not be due to Alba, so wanna talk about it ?
-You know I was adopted by my Mamà a few months ago, three actually almost four. I was wiggling my fingers in my laps looking at them and I failed to notice Alexia’s surprised face and her concern after. But before that I have been living in another house, they were really nice and already adopted two kids, Marin and Olivia. They became my siblings, Marin and I were closer in age but he was still older than me; We had the same experience of foster families and we hit it off right away, he is… was my protector, my best-friend, my confident, my cheer-leader and more importantly he was my brother. Olivia was still a toddler when Clément and Sandra took her in, she doesn’t really remember before them, but she was so solar and always happy and came in my room to bother me that I couldn’t help but love that little bundle of joy. I miss them.
Alexia had stopped the car while I was talking and brought me in a hug over the console. 
-Nemo, her voice sounded a bit clipped. What happened to this housen why did you have to leave ?
-Clément and Sandra, they died in a car crash, have stopped all adoption process. I love my Mamà. If they were still here I think she’d still be someone important in my life. But maybe I wouldn’t be here with you and would still be in Paris. It’s life I suppose. Sometimes I feel bad because I feel like I am replacing them. Plus I have a cousin Leire, she makes me think of Olivia, maybe when she grows up Oli will be like her. And I feel bad that I love Leire.
-Nemo. Look at me. Good, your Clément and Sandra they would want you to be happy, and the place you have for people in your heart, it’s exponential. The place they had will never be taken by someone ever again, they carve themselves in us. When my dad died I had that crushing pain in my heart, Mamà and Alba were there and I couldn’t shut down they helped me a lot during those difficult times, along the way the pain is still here but when I found along the way people who helped and took mentorship over me, guided me at some point I asked myself the same question. But they can never replace him. My uncle took a bigger part in Alba and I lives to support us the way dad used to where her could but he has the space I leave him take, I don’t feel bad for loving him and I am grateful for his help. You understand ? I feel like I didn’t make that much sense.
-No, it was good. I understand.
-Okay come here nena. She pulled me in another hug and kissed the top of my head. Now let’s call Alba. So we can go to Mamà. She pulled her phone out. Behind her the car door suddenly opened and a woman with long brown hair entered the car. She looked a lot like Alexia. It was crazy.
-Mucho gusto Nemo, I am Alba the better Putellas. She grinned at me.
I have a weird feeling of deja vu.
-Mucho gusto.
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Shall I Count the Ways: XLVIII
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!Reader
Summary: You and Spencer are best friends. You’re in love with him and he’s in love with you, but neither of you know it nor decide to tell the other about their feelings. All the love is there, just hidden in the things you say and the things you do with one another.
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48. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
You watch as the students file out of the lecture hall. Spencer is on the platform stuffing some papers into his satchel. You nod to the last student to exit the hall and you climb up the steps to the podium. Spencer looks up and a smile breaks out on his face, "Hey! What're you doing here?" he pecks your lips and hugs you.
"It's lunch time. So I'm here to pick you up."
He gives you a grateful smile, "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to. Can't have my boyfriend starving."
His smile grows wider. Boyfriend. He still can't believe you and him are together. Finally. After the many years of friendship, you're his and he's yours.
"I was just going to grab something in the food hall."
You scrunch your face up in distaste, "No, Spencer. We're going out to eat. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," you slip your hand into his after he slings his satchel around him.
"You saw me this morning, bubs."
"For like twenty minutes! C'mon, are you really gonna deny spending time with you?"
He shakes his head, "Of course not," he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it, "I would never."
"So, were you craving anything specific to eat?"
"How about that restaurant we saw downtown?"
You cock a brow, look at Spencer's outfit and then yours, "I'm sorry, honey, but no. You're dressed perfectly for that restaurant, but I look like a sack of potatoes."
He snorts, and kisses your head, "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
You chuckle, "Thank you, love, but I still don't think my outfit is not suited for a restaurant like that. Maybe next time."
Spencer follows you to your car and slides into the passenger seat. He's looking at you with what he assumes is the biggest heart eyes ever.
"What?" you ask him with a smile after you buckle yourself in.
He shrugs, "Nothing. You're just amazing."
Your smile grows bigger and you wink at him, "Right back at ya, Speedy."
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hello this is Anon again. could you please direct me to your favorite Ace Attorney fics? I’ve read pretty much all the popular ones so I’m looking for some more niche ones :) thank you!!
Oh Anon… You sweet, sweet summer child. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.
I was already planning on doing an Ace Attorney fic rec list because I wanted to share some of my favorite ones (A lot of the ones I read aren’t on many of the regular fic rec lists, so I wanted to share some ones that I feel like are really good and maybe don’t get enough recognition) So I am very glad you asked Anon, gives me reason to actually continue on my fic rec list! I love sharing my favorite fics!
Most of them are Narumitsu, couple are Krisnix, and some are both. Also a couple stragglers out there without a ship as well. There will also be some smut ones (Don’t judge please lmao) (Also, just saying. There’s no good Krisnix in this fic list, all of it is seen as toxic, I ship them as Toxic Tragic Yuri and they’re not good as a real relationship. Just a disclaimer)
Some will have big blurbs about them from me explaining their plot a little and what I like about them. For others, I’ll just post them because I don’t really feel like talking about them in detail. But I promise they’re all good!
I’m not going to link them this time, cause I dunno how to do that without making a huge mess cause there’s so many and I don’t want my post to be wonky. And I’m also not going to categorize them because I’m eepy and didn’t get enough sleep last night, so you can figure it out yourself Anon lmao.
(But if you can’t find any, please tell me I’ll help)
So, without further ado… Here are my fic recs!
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Fics:
Perfect by Sideblog: My absolute, all time favorite AA fic! Ever! Literally ever! I don't really wanna talk about the plot because that basically spoils the whole thing and I don't wanna do that to you, you just gotta read it! It is beautifully written and has an amazing concept that I would never think of in a million years! Seriously, so criminally underrated to the point of I have no idea how it doesn’t have like 15,000 hits on A3O. Even though I didn't explain much of the plot, just know that it is incredible and absolutely worth a read. I come back to it sometimes to read it because IT IS THAT GOOD. When I first saw this fic I didn’t really know what to expect because there weren’t any warnings or practically anything. Very mysterious fic. So glad I read it, though. When you get done reading this Anon, you gotta tell me what you think.
El Capo A Fine by tellezara: There’s something incredible about specialized Au fics in which you can tell that despite whatever the Au fic is about, the writer has an absolute love for the subject. This one is about musical instruments and Ace Attorney characters being part of an orchestra, and you can tell that this person has done orchestra before (Or at least thoroughly researched it and has a love for it) because they put in so many facts and interesting tidbits about instruments and the orchestra world that I never knew about and I loved learning about all of it. Fics like these are very special in my opinion because those people write it out of pure love for whatever the subject is and whatever the fandom is. Anyway, fic good. (Makes me wanna write an Ace Attorney choir fic, that’s my speciality)
The Miraculous Disappearance of Phoenix Wright by JJsADragon: Was on a road trip when I first read this and literally could NOT. STOP. READING. HAD ME GRIPPED. EDGE OF CARSEAT. The whole plot is basically a parody of "It's A Wonderful Life" where Phoenix ends up in a universe where he was never born. Which, as you can guess, causes a myriad of problems for the legal world and world in general. I had no idea where the plot was going, didn't know how it was going to end, and WAS TERRIFIED. But. I kept reading anyway. IT IS THAT GOOD.
Miles Edgeworth: The Ace Attorney by Charybdia: I SPENT AGES. AGES. Looking for a good, finished Ace Attorney roleswap fic. And when I found this one I STRUCK GOLD. SWEAR IT. Amazing, love this one. Still come back to it. IT’S GOT OBNOXIOUS THEATRE KID PHOENIX WRIGHT, HOW CAN I NOT LOVE IT? It also is accompanied by art Also, also, We get good friend Larry Butz. WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR?
Carpe Diem (make your lives extraordinary by Elysya): A high school Au featuring theater kid Phoenix, debate kid Miles and third wheel Larry. I loved this one. It’s also just super interesting. The developing relationship between Phoenix and Miles is one that I really like as they’re both messy teenagers and really gotta work out their flaws if they wanna be together.
Begone Dull Care by VivaRockSteady: A good Au fic surrounding patient Miles and nurse Phoenix. Goes into good detail about recovering from suicide and depression, and recovering from other mental health issues. Also check out some of the other fics by this writer. One is an Au of the Truman Show and the other is a Roman/Greek Au that I found incredibly interesting.
if you leave the light on by AngstinSpace: A very good fic. I was reading this one in my study hall and my teacher was playing calming piano music that was kinda sad/melancholic and I started tearing up in class because I was feeling all the emotions. Girl this is good, go read it.
I used to think people were good but now I just think they’re people by thebirdsandtheboxes: SEVERELY UNDERRATED. Super good and goes very in-depth into Phoenix’s disbarment period and how he and his friends and family react. Also has some good Asexual!Miles moments.
This man is not your boyfriend by its_ok_inside: AN AMAZING FIC CENTERING AROUND PHOENIX HAVING AMNESIA AND MILES HELPING HIM DEAL WITH IT. Hilarious. Super funny. I love it. Also is accompanied by some artwork. FUCK YEAH THIS FIC. A classic.
Surviving You by pantswarrior: I’m pretty sure this is an older fic that got moved, and it kinda shows that in its writing (Yk those fics that you can tell were written in the 2000s/early 2010s based on their vocabulary and thoughts on gay relationships? Kinda like that) but it’s good. Very good.
A False Start by theacegrace: A phenomenal fic centered around Bratworth!Miles meeting Feenie!Phoenix and Miles praying that Phoenix doesn’t get accused of murder when he sees Phoenix with Dahlia. Loved this one so much and came back to it a couple times.
Chicago Noel by canonlacrush: A classic. There used to be an Au a while back that everyone was obsessed with and it was a bakery/mafia Au. I wish there were more fics that catered to that Au but they’re hard to find. Anyway, this one is great.
Maybe In Time You’ll Want To Be Mine by YourAverageBystander: A time loop fic that I absolutely adore. Y’all really gotta key in on these Ace Attorney time loop/time travel fics, there’s a couple in here. THEY ARE A TREASURE.
Turnabout Sole by CollaboralDamage: An awesome bodyswap fic. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND BODY SWAP FIC IN THIS FANDOM?! And this one is good. Very good. Liked it a lot.
Shared Work Space by nerdyskeleton: I think the fic’s summary works best here “It was the best of times, it was the worst of time when Miles Edgeworth discovers he likes to be called Daddy”.
Shear Luck by TopazEstrella: One that I didn’t really know what to think of when I first kept seeing it on my search for Narumitsu fics, but I’m very glad I read it. It’s different, but I like it. Has some Krisnix in it.
The Illusion Of Control by Ekat: Amazing. Loved it. Takes place in an alternate universe where Miles died and Gregory didn’t. Has a lot of found family dynamics featuring Mr. Edgeworth, Phoenix and Ray.
Tight Lesh by Ensiy: I come back to this one often. One of the only fics that has good Kristoph and Miles interaction. They’re both catty bitches to each other. Has some Krisnix in it.
Out of Order by canolacrush: A super cute fic where Miles gets a haircut and Phoenix gets a crush. I re-read it a lot because it’s super cute and really fluffy.
With The Phases Of The Moon by Puddor: One I come back to often for a couple of moments. Really love it. One of the good Werewolf!Phoenix and Vampire!Miles fics.
You Ever Been In Love? by hechima: Loved this one a lot. We love the Wright gang trying to matchmake. A classic in terms of AA fics and for good reason.
Observe and Record by MAVEfm: An introspective Miles fic detailing him and his personal journal. I really like this one. Has some Krisnix in it.
Pressing Pursuit ~ Cornered by viviaciousbarkbeast: Love this one. I think this was one of the first AA fics I’ve read. Has some Krisnix in it.
That Man by Sunshine_And_Starlight: A really good fic. It has one of my favorite tropes and I come back to it for certain moments that I really like and wanna read again.
A Badge Of Honor by sunsmasher: Really loved this one. I also come back to re-read it cause it’s just so funny and awkward and hilarious.
Awkward Business by hechima: I’m a sucker for this trope! You’ll see what I mean when you read it. It’s all gold! I still come back to this one.
wait (they don’t love you like I love you) by Samioli: Super good fic detailing Miles finding out about all Phoenix’s past relationships.
parallelogram by zombiekittiez: Such a slay fic, has a strange premise at first BUT we get Shakespeare references so that’s a big plus.
All There Is by sunsmasher: Loved it. A really good look into Krisnix as a relationship and dealing with sexual trauma.
London, 2021 by syailendra: Has a lot of good moments. I come back to this one a lot. Has some Krisnix in it.
Sketched Memories by gen: LOVED THIS ONE. OBSESSED. You just gotta read it. It’s a recent one but VERY GOOD.
Archaeology by sunsmasher: Everyone eats pizza, and truamadumps. Just a typical day at the Wright Anything Agency.
Dancer In The Dark by klaviersimp: Ahhh, I love this fic a lot. It holds a special place in my heart. Little suggestive but I like it.
dig my nails into the wound by gavinnersworldtour: A very good Krisnix fic. Delicious. I love this one.
Temptation by crayoncompanion: An interesting one that I can’t help but really love.
Hot, Sticky, Sweet by mutxnts: A really good fic. I CRAVE a continuation but it’s a one-shot.
Sin. Eater by potatomin: A very good Demon!Miles and Angel!Phoenix fic. Makes you want more.
romance is not dead (if you keep it just yours) by Samioli: This one was just sweet. I liked it a lot.
just desserts by riskphee: YES. YES. Love this one. I still come back to read it.
Thrown Through A Loop by savitaraandsigh: Another time loop fic that I absolutely adore.
From The Top by lazynina: Another Time loop fic that I absolutely adore.
Bespoke by Demus: We love suit kinks.
That Goddamned Idiot That Is Phoenix Wright by fyrebyrd_fta
Kleptomania by Ekat
Working Hazard by lilacSkye
caught in the act by Samioli
I’ll Cover You by nerd4fandoms
my rapt heart by griffonage
Bad dream, good time by notlikelybutpossible
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Series:
7 years under the bridge: A series surrounding Phoenix’s fall and his relationships with Miles and Kristoph respectively.
7 year ache: Another series surrounding Phoenix’s fall and his relationships with Miles and Kristoph respectively.
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And that’s most of them! There’s definately more, but those are the ones that really made an impression on me and that I think about a lot (And also the ones I could find easily without having to check every one of my bookmarks) You can find more that way if you want though! By looking through my bookmarks on A3O that is. That’s what I do sometimes with other A3O members and it’s worked out well (Look for the Buddy Daddies fics in my bookmarks, that’s where most of them start but definitely check my bookmarks, there’s a couple good ones I can’t find at the moment that I know are in there). But I also recommend doing your own research too, it doesn’t seem like fun but when you end up finding one of the hidden gem fics it’s totally worth it.
Here’s some advice, buddy, try to start at the beginning, like go all the way down to the last folder on A3O, but maybe first search for an AA tag that you know will have a smaller fic pool and go from there. And when you find an author you like, try and check out if they have some other AA fics. Most of the writers of the fics I have recommended have more Ace Attorney fics in their arsenal that I’ve read and enjoyed and just didn’t wanna put on here, so check them out!
Btw Anon, if you want the more… Darker fics that I like (There aren’t many, but there’s a couple) DM me because I don’t wanna give those out publicly since it just makes me sorta uncomfy and I don’t want others to be uncomfy. This also goes for smuttier fics that I don’t feel like sharing at the moment.
Sorry if this was a lot Anon, I just love fanfiction, it’s definately one of the more interesting art forms out there, and think a lot of the ones I read deserve to be shared!
(Oh, also, I write fics too Anon. Check out my AA fic if you wanna. Sorry to self-promote but I promise it’s cute!!)
Anyway, that’s all! Goodnight everybody!
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𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ꨄ Xanthus
˜”* ❝𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣'❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ.
⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
It’s okay, breathe. It’s for the better. It is for the better, right? Right? 
“By agreeing to this, you are agreeing to give up the memories of this person. Do you wish to proceed?”
If all of the pain just went away, that’d be amazing. Maybe this is what you need—the last step. 
“Ahem,” You cleared your throat, “Yes, I wish to proceed.” This was good. This means no more sleepless nights. No more being terrified like that day. 
After the battle, you couldn’t remain with Xanthus. He became unhealthily obsessive and toxic. You knew it wasn’t intentional but fuck did it hurt. You saw through it, he was terrified of something happening to you. He was much more jumpy than before. He’d flinch at loud noises. You found it strange that out of his four hundred-something years, he wouldn’t be so affected by this. However, you’re his love and the thought of losing you forever affected him terribly. 
When the two of you addressed it, you concluded that you’d have to love from a distance. Seeing him like that broke you and he was hurting seeing you constantly nervous to live your life. Although he’d want you for eternity, whatever you want or need, he’ll make sure you get. So it was final. 
However, that didn’t stop you from thinking about it. Even with your new place in the city that never sleeps, you couldn’t get him off your mind. It got worse when you’d go to sleep. All you could think about was the battle and the crazy look in Xanthus’ eyes when he was fighting for your life. You told him you’d never be scared of him but you couldn’t help but be scared. It was all too much. 
One day, you went to your last resort. You knew it was an option the whole time but didn’t want to go to it. However, at this rate, you had to. You had to have your memory of Xanthus and that world erased. You were hesitant at first but you knew this was right. 
Right?
“Is this too tight?” The woman asked as she put the weird contraption on your head. It was glowy and you looked like some sort of alien. It was a bit tight but nothing that would bother you. 
“No, it’s just fine.” 
“Alright, just lay back. You brought many sentiments so this might take a while. If you need us to stop, let us know.” 
That left you nervous. Why would you need them to stop? What could happen?
You closed your eyes with an open mind. Nothing was happening yet. It just felt like you were laying back and resting. That’s where it starts though. You’re brain started to throb. 
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“I bought something for you. I had planned to give it to you another day but there’s no time like the present.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“I saw this bracelet and thought of you.”
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You peeked your eyes open to see that same bracelet being removed from your wrist. You wanted to snatch it back but no matter how hard you tried, your body couldn’t move. All you could do was lay back and close your eyes. 
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“You showed me what I had missed.”
“Really?”
“Mhm, the list is endless. Um, a willingness to fight the innocence of love, the warmth of sentiment, the necessity of respite, purpose of living.”
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You thought back to the apartment you two were sitting in. Whose was it again? The name wasn’t quite clicking anymore. At all, actually. Your memories started to become a blur and soon enough, you felt it. Your throat getting tighter, your breath shortening, your body shaking. 
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“Something’s… wrong.” 
“What? What is it?”
“I don’t know… I just have a feeling.”
“For yourself?”
“No.”
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You gasped, suddenly your lungs opened back up and your throat loosened. Your gaze quickly turns back and forth as you try to get a hold of someone to help you. 
“What’s wrong?” A woman approaches you while reaching for your hand. 
You look into her eyes waiting for your voice to vocalize your pain but you can’t. All you could do was break down and cry as you thought about… what were you thinking about again? You couldn’t tell why you were panicking so much or what you were crying about anymore. It was all completely dismissed from your mind. 
“This is good!” The woman expresses to her team in the back as they laid you back down on the chair. She hands you a bracelet and waits for a reaction. 
“Are you giving this to me? What is this?” 
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this is so heavily inspired by eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and also we can't be friends mv (I'm sorry) sooo yeahhhh AHHAHAHHA
also yall im SORRY THIS WAS SO PROCRASTINATED IM GONNA UGH
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you are legit my favorite ffvii writer at the moment dude. if you feel like it, do you think you can write smth about being childhood friends w zack and reuniting with him one day? make sure to take care of yourself 💕 :)
໒⦂ 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.
notes. HELP YOU’RE SO SWEET ANON??? IWOWJDJDK i haven’t written as much yet and i still have lots to learn but that really warmed my heart to hear 🥹🥹🥹 i decided to combine this with another request, i hope that’s okay with you both!<3
genre. fluff + angst
disclaimer. tifa speaking on cloud can either be platonic or romantic — whatever you wanna think just don’t start up a whole ship war bc it’s embarrassing as hell. obviously this is a zack fic so focus on zack smh.
zack fair x gn!reader.
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“you’re.. leaving for SOLDIER?”
you shouldn’t be shocked, that was the last thing you should have been since you had been the one to encourage his decision.
and yet.. why did it hurt? you had known that it would, it was only naturally — but not like this.
zack averted his stare from the star blanketed sky, smiling solemnly. “sure am. you helped me realize that becoming a hero is something that i should do — that the world needed my kind of help.. so that’s,” he paused, allowing the evening breeze to shift his dark bangs. “exactly what i gotta do.”
you fell into silence for a moment, pursing your lips together as you considered his words.
it had been your crush’s dream from young, since seeing sephiroth on propaganda and hearing of his endeavors, to become a hero. the life he’d led in gongaga was wonderful, peaceful.. but you knew, deep down, he’d wanted to make that name for himself. that zack was.. meant for greater things.
and you, torn between your feelings for him and the need to encourage him as his best friend.. had no choice but to put aside what you felt to urge him to embrace his dreams.
when he received no answer, the raven haired teen took it as a sign to continue, leaning back on his elbows. “as of now, you’re the only one i’ve told about my decision — cuz well.. as you know, my parents aren’t super chill with it.” he laughed out, shaking his head. “so i’m gonna leave tomorrow night. got everything packed up already, a letter ready for them to pass on and i’ll be good to go!”
“tomorrow night? so soon?” you nearly interrogated him, only to respond with a slow nod. “you have my word, don’t worry about it.” should you tell on your friend? would that keep him just a little while longer if his parents knew and prevented his departure? would he hate you for it and finally give you a reason to stop feeling this way about him?
no.. you couldn’t live with yourself if he had hated you. that was practically death served on a silver platter, your heart would never start again if zack had expressed contempt for you.
for a second, longing flashed in his eyes before he allowed himself to grin, patting your back gently. “you’re amazing y/n!! i knew i could count on you no matter what! i’ll be sure to bring you something real nice from the big city!! and that’s a promise!”
a smile that didn’t quite meet your gaze etched itself onto your lips as you let out a hum of agreement. “you’re the amazing one, zack. i’ll..” miss you. “..be holding you to that promise, so you better keep it.”
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three years passed and no sign of zack. the promise stood, but remained unfulfilled.
you should have expected it, that becoming a SOLDIER meant never seeing him again. you knew he was alive, a letter would have come if he wasn’t, and his parents kept you posted thankfully.
yet, there was still an emptiness you felt in his absence. every year, you’d told yourself that perhaps maybe, he would come home to visit this time.
now, having turned eighteen, you had decided to leave the comfort of gongaga as zack once had, and journeyed to nibelheim — a village in the mountains. it was small, quaint as your hometown was, perhaps colder, but after being offered a job through your parents, it called to you.
your mother had been from nibelheim and met your father in midgar — who had left gongaga to pursue a career in research as she had.
despite their retirement, they had developed many connections.. one of which, had been in the mountain village.
when you pleaded to leave and join up with your friend in the city he’d left for, your parents had urged you not to, and were strict on it.. as though something had been terribly wrong there.
you’d never asked why they retired so early on, and just assumed they had wanted to settle since they’d made their money.
but it didn’t.. fully seem that way.
“didja hear y/n? there’s a group of SOLDIERS coming down here tonight. ahhh, i hope cloud is there — i haven’t seen him in years.” your companion and guide sighed out, pacing about idly as you jotted down notes on your observations of the terrain.
tifa had been a friend you’d made upon your arrival. she was a year younger, but a real go getter and great help on your expeditions. in the beginning you worried for her safety, stringing her along as you did — only for her to protect you from the perils you feared.
you’d have to ask if that mentor of hers was willing to show you a move or two on self defense.
“cloud, huh? is he in SOLDIER, too?” you had told the girl before you already about your old buddy, as there was no possible way of her exposing your feelings for him.
and honestly, it was comforting to confide in someone for a change.
she nodded eagerly at your question, smiling softly. “he should be, it was his dream to become a SOLDIER, like sephiroth — that’s what he told me one day before he left.. and he’d promised to always protect me, no matter what.”
your writing seemed to pause at her comment, head lowering as you willed yourself to chuckle despite your anguish. “is that so?” zack, as you recalled, had dreamt of the same. “well, i hope he comes home safe if he’s a part of that group.” you smiled a little, closing your notebook before standing up from your crouched position.
“that should be enough for today, thanks for coming along again — i think i’m almost there with reaching my conclusion on this strange increase in mako spillage on the landscape.. but i just- can’t seem to put my finger on it.” you muttered, knitting your brows together before casting a glance over at mt. nibel- the highest point of the area you had moved to. “whatever, they’re keeping in that reactor.. there’s something really off about it.”
the burgundy eyed female followed your gaze before humming absentmindedly. “yeah.. i’m hoping those guys coming today might know or at least clean up over there.. i’d hate to see what might happen if the pollution intensifies down here.” she answered softly, helping you up before looking ahead. “for now, let’s get back — it’s almost sundown.”
at the mention of the visitors on their way from midgar, your thoughts went to your old friend, but you reprimanded yourself quickly. you would not have hopes again — as they only ever existed to get shattered and turn into despair.
and yet.. that one percentage asking but what if, remained.
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the sun had drowned into billowing clouds, a shade of golden casting over the scenery as you walked beside your friend, exhaustion creeping up on you. however, you reminded yourself that the descent was always easier than the ascent.
“and we’re back, thank you for taking the tifa express way~” your travel partner giggled, earning a smile in return from you. she always had a way of brightening the mood with her optimism. kind of like.. nevermind.
the brunette looked around when she found the villagers gathered in the centre, adjusting her hat with a pout. “did we just miss them? i didn’t think we would be this late..”
you copied her actions, letting out a sound of contemplation. “maybe they turned in, midgar is a long way from here.. i’m sure they wanted to just take things easy for the night and start off fresh tomorrow.”
tifa paused for a minute to think before letting out a sigh and nodding. “i guess you have a point — tomorrow, then.” she smiled again, holding out her thumb. “i’m gonna be their guide, i’ll make sure of it!”
you rolled your eyes in amusement before nudging her with your elbow. “whatever helps you sleep at night, tifa.. i’ll catch you in the morning, in that case. i still gotta sort some things with information i picked up today.” a trip to that mako reactor and your research might at last be complete. perhaps.. you could convince the group in bringing you along- especially if your friend would be going.
it was the perfect in!
“mhm, see you in the morning, y/n! don’t be up all night doing that work of yours if you wanna wake up on time!”
with those parting words, followed by a wave, the female dressed in orange walked towards the direction of her home, eagerly greeting her father at the door before joining him inside.
your shoulders fell, a low exhale escaping your lips as you adjusted your backpack. and just like that, she was gone.
you made your way into the inn you’d been staying at for the time being, rubbing your eyes.
it was a temporary arrangement, given you hadn’t fully decided yet if you would be staying permanently in nibelheim. however, the living accommodations worked just fine.
you hadn’t thought yourself difficult to please, anyway. so long as you had the necessary essentials needed to live, all was well. that was what you’d learned growing up in gongaga.
entering the inn, you greeted the host before ascending the steps, pausing when you caught sight of a towering, silver haired.. male? unless a woman could stand at nearly seven feet.. and across from him, stood.. no — had your eyes deceived you?
“z-zack..?”
the conversation between the pair, whatever it had been about, came to a full stop as they turned to face you, shock painting on the face of the SOLDIER with the darker hair.
“y/n..??” he spoke up incredulously, blinking over at you as his jaw fell just slightly. “no way- what’re you doing here.. in nibelheim of all places? i thought you were-”
“in gongaga?” you asked with a small smile before shaking your head. “my parents found me work here, so i moved just a few months ago. never thought i’d see you here, before returning home, no less.”
zack could feel the coldness of your words, piercing through him like icicles tipped in poison. pissed was an understatement.
the taller behind him smiled awkwardly before moving towards his door, not wanting to be muddled into the affairs of his triend. “i believe you both have some catching up to do.. i will see you in the morning, zack.”
the boy in question parted his lips in protest, but the cat-eyed male was gone before he could do so. damn!
awkwardly, he turned to meet your awaiting stare, swallowing thickly.
“sorry, i’ve.. had a lot going on.” he confessed, lowering his head in shame. “i wanted to come home sooner — especially after making first class just recently- but things.. everything that has been going on as of late at shinra, it’s been really messed up.” zack confessed, clenching his fists at his side before letting out a glum chuckle. “and it just keeps getting weirder.. what were the odds i’d find you here of all places?”
you leaned against the window, folding your arms as you gazed out. “close to none. i guess it’s a thing of fate, maybe.” you offered, sliding your eyes back to his zircon ones. “seems my parents were right to not send me to the city with whatever ‘messed up things’ that happened.”
the SOLDIER nodded, allowing a brief silence to pass before smiling. “they probably were, yeah.. don’t think you would have liked midgar much, anyway. it’s all gross and industrial looking.. although!” he blurted suddenly, perking up as though he’d remembered something. “wait right here, i’ve got something i want to give you!”
you rose a brow at his random burst of energy, reminding you that despite the change in his appearance, the development he had gone through.. he was still your zack, and that wouldn’t change.
he disappeared into his room before you could answer, rummaging by the noises you’d made out, which had you shielding your mouth with your hand. “don’t get lost in there, now.”
“like i would!” he laughed before emerging from his quarters, holding out a messily wrapped box for you. “no matter where i went, i always kept this with me, thinking that maybe- just maybe, i would pass through our hometown and find you to hold up that promise i made to you. finally,” the spiky haired SOLDIER paused, grinning brightly. “i was able to fulfill it!”
you blinked in surprise, taking the package into your hand as you felt your face burn despite the coldness provided by the high altitudes of nibelheim. “you.. remembered?”
appalled, zack let out a gasp of offense. “remembered? how could i forget?? a promise is a promise, and i intended on keeping it!” he huffed out before raising his fists before him in excitement. “now come on, open it!!”
overcome with a sudden happiness, to know you hadn’t been forgotten despite the negative thoughts you’d created, you opened up his gift to you with earnest. a glimpse of green entered your vision as you quirked a curious brow. a plant? no.. zack wasn’t the type to keep plants.
finally removing the top completely, you stared down at the present before stifling a laugh into your forearm. “you- you got me a cactuar.. stuffed toy?” you spluttered in surprise.
of course he did — it was zack for goodness sake..
“sure did!! ya like it?? it looked authentic when i saw it in the window!” he answered proudly, placing his hands on his hips.
you continued laughing, unable to contain yourself as you held your stomach. “it’s so random- but that’s.. that’s just like you to get me!” you wiped a tear, allowing a smile nearly as bright as his, or perhaps- even brighter for a change, to replace your initial frown. “i love it a lot, but.. you wanna know what i love more?”
a mixture of interest and excitement sparked in his eyes as he inched closer, eager to hear. “what? what is it??”
having caught your breath, you closed your eyes, holding the plush close to your heart. “being here- reunited with you, again..”
like an invisible string, knots and tangles had appeared in the thread that connected you both. however, it wasn’t impossible to unravel and detangle that which connected you both, to allow an opportunity of reunion.
( even if it was the right place, but sadly.. the wrong time. )
notes. bittersweet open ending cuz well.. it’s nibelheim- anyway, i hope this was okay! i think my writing style kinda changed.. scary. oh well! the support these last few days have been much appreciated<3 tysm you guys, hearts out to you fr<3
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