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maplesyrupsainz · 5 months

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pairing: max verstappen x fashion designer!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, "enemies" (exes) to lovers

warnings: i just be making shit up fr

summary: in which they meet again and rekindle their relationship much to the delight of their fans

a/n: tbh i got no idea how to do enemies to lovers so i went for like a past messy breakup nd rekindle of the relationship now they're older nd more mature or wtvr let me know what u think!!! this was a req but it was super duper vague so i jus pulled this together nd pls fr bare in mind tht im not a max verstappen fan by any stretch lol

request!!!: Enemies to lovers with Max please

my masterlist

alternate ending

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user1 new fan gained

user2 omg i rmmbr her from when she dated max & now im just rediscovering her she's sooo gorgeous wtaf

user3 i can't believe max fumbled her

user4 my competition for her hand jus tripled

user5 quadrupled more like

user6 max verstappen found dead

user7 cant wait for a new collection

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ynupdates I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

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yoursister so proud of you 🥹

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user11 Y/N IN THE LIKES I REPEAT Y/N IN THE LIKES

user12 no freaking way

user13 i need to know what's going on have they spoken since the podcast ?!!

user14 exes to lovers arc incoming🥹

user15 he's so cute

landonorris why is your comment section so full up of drama max

maxverstappen1 i didnt ask for this

user16 max is so tired of us LOL

user17 not sorry

user18 i love drama

user19 max acting dumb like he didnt post this to get her attention

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ynupdates y/n y/l/n spotted today outside a cafe with ex beau max verstappen, following the release of a podcast episode on which y/n discussed her feelings on how the relationship played out. the meet up has come after they were seen liking each other's instagram stories & posts, however the discussion they were having reportedly seemed heated and as though they were having a disagreement. rumours/theories of them rekindling their romance were rife but what is the consensus now? we are sending our love to y/n as always!

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user20 omg what is happening

user21 im so surprised she even met with him

user22 he wants her back & she cant deny him bc every girl has a soft spot for their first love

user23 agree but tbh it's probs good tht they argued or wtvr coz she isnt giving in to him she's making sure he fights for her 🤷

user24 some of u guys are delulu af

user25 what i would give to be a fly on the wall in that convo

user26 i hope he's changed or at least fr lets her move on

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user27 omg first time we've seen y/n with her guitar in ages

user28 the guitar omg

yourbff best girl in the world

yourusername i love u 🫀🫀

yoursister hard at work or hardly working?

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danielricciardo you better not be drinking tequila without me!

yourbff we wouldn't dream of it

user29 omg daniel publicly being friends with y/n !!?

user30 something is changing here

user31 there's something in the air 🤔

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danielricciardo hang tight

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user32 send locaysh 🤟🤟

user33 we miss u y/n

user34 omgggggg i cant wait for more designs from u

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yourbff MAX WHAT ARE YOU DOING

maxverstappen1 getting coffee what does it look like

yourbff i know you're not taking that to y/n

danielricciardo if y/bff/n msgs u ignore her

maxverstappen1 👍

user35 SOMETHING IS HAPPENING HERE

user36 is this for y/n

user37 this plus y/n's story .... the maths is mathing

user38 No freaking way

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user39 im spinning around

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danielricciardo have you forgiven me yet

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user45 oh my god it's real

user46 NO WAY IS SHE BACK IN THE PADDOCK

user47 & she said she couldn't ever be just friends with her first love...

ynupdates NO YOU'RE RIGHT

user48 they are soulmates for real

user49 i can't believe all it took was a podcast episode

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charles_leclerc i will say i am shocked but happy beyond words to have you back!

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yourusername max said only if you forgive him in writing

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user50 shameless 🥹🥹🥹

user51 YOU GOT THAT GLOW OF A NEW OLD RELATIONSHIP

ynupdates not you trying to pretend you aren't ecstatic

user52 i want whatever max verstappen has

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user53 the lol

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user54 he's down bad for her always has been always will be

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user55 they're just friends they're just friends they're just friends

user56 i dont believe it for a second

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user57 max max max max

user58 she gets prettier everytime i see her

maxverstappen1 so glad to have you back on the paddock y/n ❤️

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user64 SHE LOOKS SOOO HAPPY

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THE END 🤍

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saiidahyunie · 10 days

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say im ur luv

son chaeyoung x f!reader

synopsis: is it wrong to be in love with your best friend who’s a tattoo artist?

warnings: fluff ; smut ; friends to lovers ; tattoos

a/n: for @nr1chaedickrider, celebrating chae day early! so i hope you guys enjoy (idk how to feel ab the pacing in this one but lower the expectations, and then drop them again.)

let’s ask the question again: is it wrong to be in love with your tattoo artist?

well, if it is chaeyoung then you’re completely, with no reassurance, fucked.

chaeyoung has been your tattoo artist since the two of you were both eighteen fresh out of high school with no money to each other's names whatsoever. chaeyoung was actually an apprentice, shaky with her gun and worrying over whether she placed the stencil correctly.

she was the one who did your first ever tattoo, and you were chase’s first solo tattoo ever.

so there shouldn’t be any wonder if you were in love with her, something straight out of a romance novel or those corny, coming of age movies that could be easily replaced with something else.

it’s only up until now that chaeyoung is the only person that’s ever allowed to ink your skin, the only individual that’s responsible for every design etched in skin and you’re in love with every single one of them. she’s a brilliant artist and you’d honestly never go to anyone else.

but also, chaeyoung is insanely hot. like an absolute hit out of the ballpark in addition to being the sweetest person that you’ve ever met. you’d never expect it of her with a gorgeous tattoo on her lower back that you don’t even know what it is because she’s never actually made it clear herself. aside from all of the imitating and artistic ink, she has that sweet side, a calming presence while also being incredibly patient with her clients, kind nearly to a fault. to this day, chaeyoung barely changed her hourly rate, at least not for you.

at first, it started to be relatively cheap when she was working towards her license. once she got it, her rate went up a bit, but capped out to a hundred an hour. you know from the online website that she charges far more now and despite that, chaeyoung never charged you any higher. you suspected that it was because you accidentally told her how long it took you to save up for a tattoo, back when med school was sucking the life out of you, draining every cell in your body to pay back those stupid student loans.

chaeyoung asked you why you haven’t been coming in as often, and you being the idiot you were letting the reason spill out your mouth. you’d always tip her more than enough to cover the difference which resulted in her complaining about it after. she gave up, letting it be a normal thing between you and her, finding new and creative methods to force her to take the extra cash that you’re paying. last time that happened, you slipped it between one of her vinyls that she set off to the side before her session with you.

the next thing you’d see on your phone were the string of curses about an hour later and it was clearly the highlight of your day.

however, chaeyoung would also be snarky as hell and give you more than good when riled up. you know that all too well, it’s seen in the years of knowing her, all of the dollars and hours spent upon being stabbed by a needle, but you know you’ll be in good hands with chaeyoung better than any other client she’s been with.

to backtrack, you are completely in love, and you think you sold yourself short because:

1. chaeyoung is way out of your league.

2. chaeyoung doesn’t date her clients.

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the news itself was a tough pill to swallow when you foolishly told mina that she was your favorite tattoo artist and somi doubled down saying that you were totally in love with chaeyoung. of course, mina being always so forward with what she wanted took it upon herself to get her own tattoo from the said lovely tattoo artist and hopefully beat you to getting with her, just to piss you off even more.

in all fairness, mina did it in retaliation for the new year’s kiss incident that was never really spoken about ever again, but still who in their right mind would go for something like that?

blind arrogance and anger aside, you had gone with mina as support while also fending off any advances towards chaeyoung in the form of damage control. this effort would go up in flames and once chaeyoung had slipped her gloves on, mina kept her cool like she always does hitting on chaeyoung, making you stop cold in your tracks by fear that she would accept.

a part of you was relieved to hear her flat out reject mina, by saying that she was a cool friend to have, but ultimately, “no thanks.”

then the following sentence just sent your heart down into oblivion when you heard the words, “i don’t date clients.” come out of her mouth in record time. after that incident, it was a tough pill to swallow, but safeguarding all of these feelings for chaeyoung was locked away in a little box sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

oddly enough, it hadn’t worked and yet here you were, another day with the tattoo appointment with the very focus of obsession the next day. there’s a lot of things going through your head–

regret was one of them.

second being hatred.

both of these things aren’t enough power to really cancel the appointment, but it’s fine.

working the overnight shift down at the local hospital because there was an opening in your availability, so you took it. surprisingly enough, it was quiet for once. so just chatting on the seats along the hallway of the ER while your coworkers were getting some filing and charting done to kill the hours. thing’s are going great as they are.

“y/n, weren’t you just here yesterday morning?” yuqi, one of the senior nurses asking across from the check-in desk opposite of you.

“yeah,” you respond cheerfully, spinning the iced macchiato you saved in the break room to drink. this shit is aboslute dog piss, you’re thinking to yourself downing it, but it’s times like these where you’ve got to do anything to stay awake.

yuqi frowns, disapproving and the gaze sends a shiver down your spine like she emulated your mom scolding you. “did you take a break by any chance?”

“qi, my thirty was a little over an hour ago.”

“when do you get off?”

“about an hour and a half,” you tell her with a post-it note stack between your fingers. yuqi turns around for a moment, whispering numbers from the clipboard she’s skimming through next to the walkway before turning back, expression stern but prospective.

“alright, we have more than enough people to last uss for the rest of the night, so why don’t you go ahead and get room 8 set up before heading out, i feel bad that you’re working here back to back.”

it’s an offer you couldn’t say no to, practically keeping yourself awake with the singular functioning brain cell godforbid standing on two feet - and the appointment with chaeyoung is at nine-thirty, so getting those couple hours of sleep sounds a whole lot nicer rather than showing up looking vegetable dead the moring after.

“bless your work, qi.”

she reaches over the desk to lightly tap your forehead, keeping you awake with her cold fingers, “you’re one of my best people, can’t have you crashing on the floor like the other patients, right?”

“you tell wendy that, and i’ll request another schedule change!” you chortle before swiping the chart from yuqi’s hand, stepping your way towards room 8. it was way too early for you to be this obnoxious, but hey, with three cans worth of red bull and two latte’s from nana’s coffee shop you bought before your shift this is the kind of energy you would have at 3 am.

you’ve done well for yourself being popular with most of the nurses on your floor and you like to think it’s because you’re good at your job and not for the reason of being adopted as the surrogate baby despite being the youngest of the bunch. you’re not losing sleep over it, nor picky, but it’s better being loathed for incompetence like most of the other new nurses arriving here.

looking down at the clipboard, you’re skimming through the charts while the brain is rapidly running through all of the symptoms considering the doctor’s potential diagnosis and how you should proceed.

the name on the line says: son chaeyoung, 24, sprained ankle.

quizzical, you remember the name somehow, but can’t quite place it where. not that you’d care though, almost out of here and with about two to three days off, the break from responsibilities was so close to tasting that you’re not putting any more thought into it. though, it could be because of the similar age and possibly the same university or whatever.

a move of the curtain with the back of your hand while your leg pulls the rolling chair from behind for you to sit on without even looking up.

“good morning ms. son. i’m not sure if the doctor has already told you, but i see here that you just have a small ankle sprain, so we’re just gonna wrap it up with a few bandages and you should be all set to leave.”

you still haven’t looked up to see ms. son just yet, instead of giving the usual tangent while getting yourself into the right position while getting some bandages from one of the drawers below. this was the fifth sprained ankle in this shift alone and you just wish that you can just say that there wasn’t any need to come to urgent care for all of this because, most people could just deal with wrapping this at home, but nothing wrong with going through the checks from a qualified professional, so you don’t say that.

“y/n?”

so that’s the funny part. the damn voice that makes your head snap up instantaneously to properly observe your patient becuase you know the sound of your name bouncing off the walls of her mouth and teeth.

chaeyoung.

even at three in the freaking morning, she’s still pretty as ever with hair disheveled, wearing black sweats and a grey oversized hoodie. this was one of the few times that you could see barely any of her tattoos, the only ones that are visible are the small ones that were marked across different parts of her fingers, a small hyperfix you have for noticing and dreaming that you get to kiss them, along with–

ah ah ah, we’re on the clock here, remember?

“chae.” you breathe her name without really thinking about it and a smile lights up her face. “i’m not supposed to see you until nine.”

she cracks a grin, and there’s the girl that you’re so familiar with, it never gets old. “i’m not complaining, though.”

chaeyoung’s face blushes at this and you follow from the pretty hints of pink from the peak of her cheeks down to the elegant arch of her neck. you don’t know why you said those very words, rarely ever letting a remark with that caliber out in the terms of flirting because it’s never really something that’s to be said outside of the tattoo parlor - and also because you’re deathly afraid that she’s gonna turn you down, telling you that she doesn’t want to see you again, but you need to see more of that blush that’s burning her cheeks by the second.

“i–uh, didn’t know that you were a nurse.” chaeyoung switches up the subject quickly, sounding shocked. you don’t take any offense to that however, let alone blame her. this career choice wouldn’t even be in the considerable options for the person that’s been tatted a few things on her left arm with a back tattoo also.

“yeah, i’m actually fresh out of nursing school.”

“ah.” she breathes out, lifing your gaze up to see her face.

she’s so fucking cute.

“right, now would you mind if i can take a look at that ankle, miss son?” you observe, grining while chaeyoung scrambles to swing her injured foot over the edge of the bed.

“my–well, my roommate brought me in because i tripped on one of her shoes and then my ankle started to swell up. i know this is a bit of an overreaction, and i’m sorry.” she rambles nervously while you’re trying not to internally swear that you’re falling more and more in love every time you hear the sounds of happiness coming out of her mouth.

chaeyoung, your best friend. a badass, slightly introverted tattoo artist who’s also hot, with her gun and showing off endless amounts of creamy skin on her upper body, drawn up with different designs, but chaeyoung swaddled up in loungewear and twisting over her words was also adorable.

“nothing to worry about, this was the last thing i expected to happen on my shift tonight.” you acknowledge, bring up her foot gently to your lap so that you can start bandaging. sparing a quick look up to just be sure, and fair enough, the blush is still there, now even more apparent than a few moments ago, fighting back the grin.

she’s in your place of work today, so you can do as you please.

it’s quick work really, and with the bandage wrapped with a few metal clips, it’s secured so that her foot doesn’t move too much before pulling away, satisfied with the work.

“thanks.” chaeyoung tells you shyly and you’re fighting to not get over how cute she’s being today, my goodness.

“no need, just elevate it when you get home and obviously don’t do anything to strenuous, or it could get worse.”

“does this mean i have to cancel our appointment tomorrow then, you know i wouldn’t want to do anything strenuous.” chaeyoung asks teasingly.

aside from all of the butterflies flying in your stomach, the urge to tell chaeyoung exactly what kind of strenuous activities she shouldn’t be doing like doing a stupid dance move or tripping on another shoe - because she’s the kind of person to do that again, and it will, so you’re shaking your head while the both of your laugh.

“chae!” a voice interrupts you two and you see a girl standing behind the curtain with a water cup in her hand.

“manda, what the hell did i tell you?! keep your voice down, this is a hospital.”

the girl you assume to be manda does shut up, before not giving you a very thorough look over that makes you feel a little bit uncomfortable.

“oh, y/n. this is manda, my overprotective roommate that brought me in because she’s impulsive. and manda this is y/n, she’s my best friend since wearing diapers and a regular at my shop.” chaeyoung introduces you, a cautious tone in her voice.

you were going to exchange some niceties only to be stopped by a gasp from the sound of your name.

“you’re telling me that this is the y/n? the day one that you’ve been gushing over about for god knows how—” chaeyoung’s quick to slap her hand over manda’s mouth, grinning weirdly while grabbing her socks and shoes while dragging manda away.

“well, it’s been nice seeing you lovely. actually i’ll be seeing you tomorrow anyway, so this has been fun. i’ll make sure to keep my ankle in shape.” chaeyoung calls back to you, totally ignoring her own words as clearly puts weight on the said injured foot, towing her roomate away, hand over her mouth still.

“wait!” you exclaim to her peeking out the doorway, “you have to sign the release form!” trying to tell her, but she’s already past the corner and into the main lobby of seats without even putting her shoes back on. the whole dilemma makes you laugh.

maybe the chance of getting with your best friend is a lot more apparent than it seems.

—

chaeyoung, on the other hand, wants to die. honest to god for the feeling of crawling into a cave to rot for eternity.

she’s done a really great job for as long as she could not letting you know that she loves you, while also wanting nothing more than to just have a full-fledged confession scene occur out in the rain. it’s only this possible for her feeling this way for years now.

unlike you, she’s had her fair share of slips-ups. as a matter of fact, she’s absolutely god awful at keeping things somewhat professional with you and if her brother jeonghoon found out how often she’s taken advantage of your trust as a tattoo artist, then she knew that things wouldn’t be pretty.

admittingly, chaeyoung also hides the fact of the countless times your clothes were off in the shop. it didnt’ mean to start off like this, but any chance that she got, she wanted you to show as much skin as possible - you know, for stenciling purposes and whatnot.

a simple tattoo on the arm? roll up the sleeve.

a tattoo in between your breasts and under off to the side? you’re cupping your breasts for her on the bench.

even a freaking ankle tattoo? you’d happily oblige with taking off your sweatpants when you didn’t even need to.

it didn’t matter, whatever chaeyoung wanted for her hobby, she would get.

all of that would be thrown under the bus because her roommate manda outed her which makes the whole act completely derailed, and she doesn’t know how she’s gonna face you in a few hours.

chaeyoung has known you since that one random middle school event that was probably a halloween party for the class one day where you dressed up as coraline and she was emulating the early forms of her gothic, grunge core aesthetic. you took it upon yourself to compliment her appearance and ever since that interaction, you and her have been attached to the hip.

it was some achievement that you’d be the first person chaeyoung would tattoo, but it meant a lot to her. marking you up to make her art was something that she appreciated along with being the first customer.

your body for her was her own personal canvas, no one else has had the luxury to ink your skin except for her, and the thrill that comes with it is just amazing. in the design book, your tattoos are the ones that chaeyoung always showcases, because they are the epitome of perfection, and she makes sure of it. she’s been the person to point at for every single body modification on you up until now.

it had been a little bit after the visit to the emergency room, and now she’s going to see you, cursing at the fact that her roommate manda and her big mouth. she groans once sitting up the bed, getting up with a hitch in her step because of her ankle - so much for dressing up, it’ll be a lazy outfit for today.

even though it hadn’t been that long–considerably a while–-since chaeyoung had last seen you, completely forgetting the fact that you were a nurse, but that just made you hotter in chaeyoung’s eyes. it’s insane to even think about for your own good, a healthcare professional that saves lives on the regular, yeah you’re instantaneously hotter.

a quick shower and dress up is how chaeyoung does on a typical workday to see her favorite client: a simple shirt that shows all of the tattoos she has on her arms. on the agenda for you was some backwork and knowing that you love to have your head laid onto the side, she hopes that it’ll be a good view to see all of the designs that are on chaeyoung’s arms.

making her way to the kitchen, chaeyoung’s eyes were set on manda who looks to be making an apology breakfast for her.

“chae, you’re up! how’s your ankle?” she asks. chaeyoung doesn’t respond, just sitting down and glaring at the back of her roommate's head. manda turns around, a frown marring her normal happy face and lets out a sigh of irritation. “i’m sorry! i don’t know why i said that but i’m sure that it’ll be okay! maybe y/n loves you back and this is just something you needed, consider this a favor!”

chaeyoung swipes the jug of juice, pouring herself a glass before tossing the cap, clearly unhappy with this development of everything so far.

“hey! what the hell! i said i was sorry!

chaeyoung sighs, hanging her head while manda sets down a plate of waffles down, mumbling a sound of acceptance. “it’s fine, just please keep your big mouth shut about it, okay? don’t even think about coming by the shop, i’ll be tattooing her in a bit.’

“you got it.” manda says, nodding her head resolutely.

as chaeyoung prepares to dig into her breakfast, manda sits across from her, looking like she wants to say a few more things and she figures that it’s better to get it all out on the table now rather than later. “just say it.”

“you’ve known your best friend for so many years now. why are you staying quiet about it? you’ve been her tattoo artist and you haven’t done a single move on her!”

“god, can you just–”

“you’re not taking advantage of it! for all i know maybe y/n feels the same way!” manda finally says before pondering to add anything else. instead, “okay, i’m done with my rant now.”

chaeyoung considers her words, and she’s not wrong. the chemistry between you and her has always been crazy, just by being in the same room as you, it drives her up the wall in some cases. while manda might be saying is true, it also solidifies the fact that every tattoo that she put on you was an extension of her no matter how long it took or how it looked.

she remembers you laughing at all the times of her taking forever, messing around with the size and placement of the stencil. you’d tell her every single time that it was fine, it was those kinds of appointments which turned into hangouts despite the difference in schedules between you two.

“you’re right.” chaeyoung says, “because you told her that i like her, and now well something has to happen. i can’t ignore this anymore.

manda simply giggles and chaeyoung puts on her glasses before getting ready to head out the door. she has a client to see soon after all.

—

now in her own workspace, chaeyoung fiddles around with the different trinkets and equipment about several times because of her sheer nerves because what was she going to do? you know about her massive crush now and there’s nothing but nerves ever since. were you going to say anything about it? what would she do? how should she react to it?

she hates it here, it’s because she’s never been this nervous with you before.

all of her thoughts would have to wait when they’re interrupted by you entering the room, wearing black baggy jeans and a simple black sweater that might be a little bit cropped that exposes your lower abs. in scrubs or in normal clothes, you looked way to good.

“hey,” you snap her attention towards you with a bright smile. “your brother at the front just told me to come in, i figured that you were busy getting ready so–”

“that’s okay! i-i was just cleaning a bit, go ahead and sit down while i get the stencil ready.”

chaeyoung can’t believe what she sounds like right now, she needs to get it together.

“everything good with you chae?” you ask her while setting yourself on the bench.

chaeyoung is definitely not okay, at this point she wants to melt into slime on the floor, but you haven’t brought up manda’s big fumble so things might be fine. she hates how you say her nickname, it’s so natural, but why does it feel so different now?

“i’m good, even better now that you’re sitting down i’ll show you the sketch.”

you comply, eyes parting like saucers when chaeyoung shows you the sketch of the symbols that you were going to have on the right side of your back. chaeyoung herself hand picked the words and the meaning behind them so needless to say, “my god!? i love it!”

“it’ll be somewhat similar to what i have on my back already, so i took a bit of inspiration to be honest.”

“so, matching tattoos basically?”

“yep.”

“best friends for so many years and we’ll finally have matching tattoos.”

the hum of the tattoo gun starts to buzz in the room and chaeyoung is blasting some music to help mask it, helps her get in the zone.

your session was a little over two hours, the outlining was probably the most challenging part since chaeyoung wouldn’t stop drooling at your toned back at times for you to say her name in order to snap out of it. other than that, most of the work had been finished and the last thing was to get the shading in between the open spaces of the symbols.

“i think we can have this finished by tomorrow.” she says to you, looking up when she has the mirror reflecting the almost completed project. “what do you think?”

“you sure? i felt like we can have this done by today.”

chaeyoung leans over to you sitting upright, wrapping your new ink on your shoulder while her face was extremely close to yours, face burning up when she feels your breath hot on her neck. “i’d love to keep you here so that we can catch up, but i do have another client in about thirty minutes.”

“how does tomorrow sound?”

“you might be in pain from today as it is.”

“so? this is nothing new for the both of us.” you tell her, fingers waving forward and backward in the space below while maintaining eye contact.

“you’re an idiot.”

“but you love that don’t you?”

chaeyoung giggles, and you’re putting back on your sweater before standing up on the way out of the door. “so i’ll see you soon then?” you ask, and chaeyoung just nods with a dimple peaking out while your back is turned to her, door closing behind leaving her alone.

she’s definitely fucked, and it’s even worse when she can’t even speak to you properly anymore.

—

“y/n.”

“hmm?”

“stop moving.”

you don’t move again in the next session the following day. chaeyoung props her elbow on the line of your lower back, catching on the corner of her eye when your upper back muscles tense up from the sudden pressure. she could get lost on how your body looks from the back and the front, but she loses the willpower to (god help her delusional mind when she finally sits back down on the chair)

eventually, she finally finishes the symbol design in a matter of an hour and to her honesty, it’s one of the best works that chaeyoung had on you for a while now.

you look at it from the full body mirror on the door, but you’re not even paying single attention to the new design when chaeyoung sees your eyes not even looking at the tattoo, but at her. “you idiot! you’re not even looking!”

“so, i already did.” you retort, and chaeyoung wants to smack you.

“do you not like it?”

“i do, it’s amazing, but this is not what i’m thinking about right now.”

chaeyoung and her two functioning boba brain cells managed to connect the dots: you were talking about her. as cheesy as it sounds but she falls for it, and had already fallen for you.

“so, are we gonna keep ignoring what’s happening between us, or do i have the chance to ask you out on a date?”

“y/n, i know you’re one of my best friends for all time now, but you forget that i don’t date clients.”

you laugh, stepping closer to her where the space suddenly gets small in the room. physical touches between friends had always been natural with chaeyoung. for some reason, chaeyoung can��t function properly when you’re grabbing her cheek with your slender fingers, imposing your eyes into her’s, staring into her soul.

“i think you can make an exception for me then.”

chaeyoung slaps your hand lightly away from her face, hiding her blush terribly with that same dimple under her cheek breaking through. you’ve already won. “i’ll come get you at 7:30, so be ready by then.”

chaeyoung too, has also won, without having any role in this development at all.

—

despite being excited for the first date, that gets swept under the bus because once you were at the doorstep at her apartment, chaeyoung decides that it doesn’t matter if she eats or not (she’s gonna eat regardless). she wanted you and needed you now.

outside of the hospital and tattoo parlor, chaeyoung has danced around the idea of hooking up with her best friend, and luckily the stars aligned when you felt the same way. the dinner was completely unnecessary for her to get you.

and, she motions you inside, following dutifully, taking off your shoes and sliding them into the rack nearby. “i made a reservation at that one place you always liked and after i thought we could just hit the roller rink after.”

chaeyoung ignores you, instead she grabs your arm to drag you to her room. “chae? what’s happening–”

she shuts you up by kissing you, pressing you against the door. swiping her tongue across the opening of your mouth, letting out a moan once she finally achieves what she’s been building up to for so long. you’re quick to pick up on the message, i mean shit–you could let her do all the work for all you care, but that would take out some of the fun anyway.

your tongue continues to fight for dominance against hers, hands sliding across her body, reaching down for her ass, grasping it that makes her let out a whine, grinding your knee into the space between her legs. chaeyoung is the first to pull away, resting her head on the front of your shoulder, “fuck–do you know how long i’ve–”

“we really doing this or what?”

“i’m gonna lose my mind if you don’t get your fingers inside of me right now, so shut the fuck up.”

her lips are quick to get on yours again, hands sliding underneath her dress and onto her ass, clutching it with everything in your grip enough to get bruises on them, and you will. chaeyoung slips off your aviator jacket, leaving you just in your shirt while it showcases the tattoos that she put on you across your arms.

managing to reach the bed rather than just getting it down right on the floor, you sit while chaeyoung strips her white oversized sweater, revealing a lacy black bra underneath and all of the tattoos that were on her arms: the line of carrots, her birdcage, the heart and arrow on the side of her neck. everything about her was so alluring, and it’s making you crave for her more.

she’s quick to straddle you, breathless, like she too is nervous for what’s about to happen. you laugh, “what?” she asks, letting herself nestle into the cushiony seat of your thighs, hands on her bra before it’s up in the air and out of the picture.

“nothing,” you say, landing a feathery kiss onto her small, perky breast. “you’re so quick to jump on this like you’ve been wanting this to happen.”

chaeyoung tries to respond, only to let out a moan when your mouth lands on her nipple, slicking it up with saliva while you massage the other one. she shivers at the lovingly touches you’re giving her, lightly playing with the back of your hair on your neck as you indulged in her tits.

“god, you’re—so fucking–” she grips your head deeper into her chest. “please–y/n–i can’t–”

your eyes look up to hers, mouth still on her nipple, pulling away for a second to catch your breath. “you look so good for me, pretty–god–” chaeyoung pulls you up to her face for another kiss, groaning again for more need, and drowning in pure bliss.

quick to elevate the next move, you flip her over, bedding being ruffled when her back hits the sheets, a laugh leaves her lips and your mouth is all over her neck. chaeyoung loves this, she’s been waiting for this fantasy to be fulfilled for the longest time now and it’s finally happening all at once.

“i’m gonna make you feel good now. does that sound good?”

“please.” chaeyoung stutters out.

“anything for you, pretty.”

you then start to trail down to her sweatpants, tugging them away, smiling in satisfaction when it’s a lacy red g string with a visible wet spot in the middle, her hips twitch when you press a finger lightly across the fabric. they’re the next article of clothing to go, kissing up her inner thighs and chaeyoung can’t bear to look at the action of the top of your head happening down to her core.

“baby, you’re dripping for me.”

“f-fuck–”

“that’s fine, i like it when you’re excited for me. it’s cute.”

not even giving her the luxury to speak after that, you latch your mouth onto her cunt and the sudden surge of pleasure makes her groan out loud that even catches you off guard. the surprise is also apparent when she places her feet on the small dips on your collar bones, giving you more area to work with as you’re lapping her pussy up.

chaeyoung reaches for your hair the more you let your tongue dampen from the wetness of her slit, trying different ways to get new tones of moans out from her, this method works when you slip two fingers inside her and my god she’s soaked.

“ngh–fuck y-y/n–baby, i—yes–yes, right there.”

she’s jerking and grasping for anything within arms reach, to keep her mind off from the spot inside her that’s being sucked away by you. it’s fucking her head when your tongue reaches deep, ass off the mattress before you restrain her down.

“don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop–”

you hum into her core again, pulling away slightly over her swollen cunt, “you’re close are you?”

“shit–why did you—”

“i have an idea.”

chaeyoung then sees you rise up from the edge of the bed, shifting her back more onto the mattress before slipping out of your pants and underwear, waddling through to chaeyoung’s head before turning around with your pussy hovering over. you then see chaeyoung lick her lips in anticipation of what you were doing, the eyes telling you how much she wanted you and you couldn’t complain about it.

“don’t be shy, y/n. sit on me.”

oh.

smiling at her command, you press your pussy onto her mouth, stifling a moan before you lean over to resume eating chaeyoung out. the sounds that fill up the room are sinful, reactions of approval with hands grabbing at skin, humming inside each other's core to edge out one over the next. chaeyoung is a quick learner when she returns the same treatment you gave her by slipping a finger against your folds, clutching the blanket next to you two while you feverishly grind your cunt over her tongue.

two could play at that game, and you up the ante with licking up her folds, thumb tapping her clit once, then twice, then a third. she’s shaking into the bed, you’re trying to catch your breath - everything about this first time is euphoric - it’s amazing to relish in when you hook your hands underneath her thighs, finishing up the course that you’ve been craving over the planned dinner. then–

“fuck, baby. i’m so–so close.”

chaeyoung is begging to cum, and you’re fighting the tightrope in your stomach to not cum before her, but you’re picking it up and she is preactially yelping at this point. eventually, she lets go, trembling when you clean up the arousal, that savory juice that is soaking your fingers and leaking out of her well-worked cunt.

you’re quick to follow too, gripping her waist and forcing your hips down on her, nearly suffocating to the point before you also let loose from the swirling mouth and tongue eating you up from the inside. shaking once you lift your hips off of chaeyoung’s face, plopping down beside her and leaving sloppy kisses all over her face and neck, drunk on the scent from you and her.

—

it might’ve been a few hours or the next morning, and the dinner reservation is out of speculation.

chaeyoung is the first to wake up and takes the time to observe her new piece of art in a more closer detail. it’s been a while since she had a chance to look at you like this, tracing along the slopes of your cheeks, the dunes across your chest and waist, down to your hips. she sees the ink all over your arm, especially the one in between your breasts - the inscribed saying under your right boob. everything about you was impressive, and the shading was spot on.

“admiring the curation?” you ask her, voice labored while you peek down through your pretty lashes.

“yeah, i’m good at what i do, i can see why you always came back to see me.”

“oh, trust me. you are, but that’s not why i come back to you.” you break a grin and chaeyoung blushes through the compliment,

“shut up.” she says, slapping your arm in retaliation.

“i do like the one you just did on me recently, the symbol and everything. now cool that we match.” you say, showing the underside of your wrist, “i want this one to be filled in. something meaningful too by the way.”

chaeyoung scowls. “it’ll be small, but what do you want?”

“hmm,” you’re being pensive, staring up at the ceiling. “i dunno, something that’s already on you that can be put on me.”

chaeyoung then shakes her head. “no.”

you laugh, “would chae be sufficient for you instead of the tattoos you have already?”

“deal.”

“okay, i’ll come by next week to get that taken care of.”

“i’ll get one on me also.”

you comb her hair, looking at her confused, “what do you mean?” raising a brow after.

“you’ll see later.” she tells you.

you find out later indeed, when you’re going down on her on the kitchen counter top, noticing the bandage that finds your name inked just over the small divot of her hip.

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YELLOW CAB

author's note. i kinda slayed w the banner ngl

summary. 3rd time is a charm, right? especially when the guy whose ride home you stole is kinda (very much) cute

word count. 2111

genre, pairing. crack and fluff lmao!! graphic design hybe worker!yn x idol!seungkwan;; sassy kwan.

warnings. one or two curses, mention of throwing up

letting out a deep sigh, you stepped outside the hybe building. holding the file with your notes and sketches, you pressed it closer to your chest as you whipped out your phone. the weather was quite stuffy, air no better than in the office.

some of your coworkers passed you by and walked towards the parking.

shaking your head, with a few swipes you ordered a cab. living without a car was manageable but quite a pain in the ass, especially on days like this when you didn’t feel like taking the metro.

you stayed overtime, again. it’s really a bad habit, you should work on it. your eyes were struggling to keep open, even while standing. speaking of which, your legs hurt too – probably a result of sitting for too long. and your back; oh god, your back. leaning over the drawing tablet for the whole day will definitely cause you to have a hump… fun.

someone left the building and sat on the bench, doing something in their phone. it was good to know you weren’t the last one to leave. yawning loudly, you struggled to stand still.

then, you noticed a yellow cab arriving. finally! you marched towards it, absentmindedly. you opened the door and greeted the driver, sitting inside.

before you closed it, you heard an offended:

“yah! that’s my cab! check the number, miss!”

but the door closing shut the voice down as you muttered the address. letting yourself relax for a while, only halfway home you realized you just accidentally took someone else’s cab.

well, at least they won’t be left alone – in such case yours should be arriving at the hybe building soon.

you observed in deep thought the water droplets racing down the window. someone tapped your arm and you jerked, blinking.

“y/n, we’re leaving. you should too, tomorrow is an important day” your co-worker smiled gently and patted your arm “you should get some sleep, okay? i’ll see you tomorrow”

nodding in agreement, you waved them goodbye and started packing your things.

tomorrow you’re going to be presenting your new album cover and other details for seventeen’s upcoming comeback. you were nervous, you didn’t know if they were going to like it. considering the time you spent and how much tears, blood and sweat you put into the design you tried to be optimistic that they would enjoy it.

you left the office and already ordered a cab while in the lift. you hoped that because of it, you weren’t going to wait in the rain for too long.

a distant chatter echoed and bounced of the lobby walls, mixing with the elevator-type-of-music.

then, your phone dinged with a notification that your cab arrived.

taking a deep breath and putting your scarf around your head, you headed out. running towards the yellow cab in the rain, droplets hitting your face. water splashed under your shoes and in a few leaps you reached the car.

you decided to hop on the seat behind the driver, putting your bag on your knees.

“sorry for the mess” you breathed out and tucked the hair that got stuck onto your face.

suddenly the door opened again and someone entered the cab.

your eyes widened and you looked at the stranger. he blinked, flabbergasted.

then you yelped upon realizing its seungkwan. boo seungkwan. the boo seungkwan from seventeen.

you bowed yet were speechless, too stunned to mutter even a single word.

his brows knitted as he pointed at you.

“hey, you stole my cab last time” he grunted and ran his hand through his wet locks. your cheeks grew hot with realization, fingers nervously playing with the material of your bag. that’s not good. not good at all.

“i’m sorry i promise it wasn’t on purpose! i was just so tired and didn’t realize–” you started.

“are we going or what? it’s not a cafe to chat endlessly in one place” the driver grunted impatiently.

“yeah, right. um, i’ll just leave and you take this one. i’m deeply sorry, mr. boo” words spilled out of you like the rain from the dark clouds.

before you could open the door, seungkwan leaned and smacked your head gently. you halted in shock.

“are you out of your mind? i mean, respectfully. whatever happened, happened. just be sure to check next time… and let’s just take this one. i assume you’re heading home?” he asked, catching the driver’s annoyed look in the mirror “you should go first”

you nodded and after saying the address, the car started.

“do you work here?” seungkwan asked, interested. you felt a little shy – even though you knew they work at the same building, you never met an idol. and yet here you are.

“yes, i’m a graphic designer” you smiled politely “oh, i’m sorry. my name is l/n y/n”

the idol returned your smile and reached his hand out. you shook it and he hissed dramatically.

“aigo, your hand is so cold!”

you giggled and took it back.

the nervousness gradually left your body as you had some small talk with him (and he insisted not to call him mr boo or mr seungkwan as – quote – “that makes him old and he’s still young!”), genuinely feeling comfortable. he seemed not to be faking his engagement into the conversation either.

before you realized, you arrived in your neighborhood. it was pouring now but luckily the driver stopped quite close to the building. the driver asked for seungkwan’s destination, wanting to put it in gps already.

as he did, you reached for your card. then, you asked the driver how much it would cost to take seungkwan to his place. the man replied and the idol smacked your hand once again this evening.

“you are really crazy” he grunted and shook his head.

“no, no. let me pay, as a form of sorry for the last cab incident” you frowned, discreetly nodding to the driver. he nodded back and put the full price for the route; seungkwan didn’t seem to notice.

“no, i can’t allow that. it’s literally nothing, i swear i already forgot” he whined.

the driver handed you the terminal and you paid with a bright smile.

“okay, fine. um, thank you for the ride, seungkwan” you said and grabbed your bag “it was nice meeting you. have a good day!”

with that you left and seungkwan observed as you ran to the building, heavy rain slurring your silhouette. he kept his eyes on you as long as he could before the driver was too far away.

only then he noticed something on the seat.

worker id.

he huffed and took it in his fingers, not realizing he’s smiling. it must have fallen out when you pulled out your card.

“the lady paid for you, by the way” the driver said softly, glancing at him through the mirror.

seungkwan rolled his eyes, not sure why his mood is so bright now.

you dug through your bag, heart rate being faster than when you took your friend’s niece to the rollercoaster park. feeling the guard’s displeased sight on you, you decided to turn your bag around and spill the contents on the floor. then, you dropped to your knees and ignored the weird looks from other workers.

“i promise i have it! i have no idea why it’s not here!” you whined, glancing at the clock. 9:55am. you had about three minutes to enter the building and arrive at the meeting place since it starts at 10am.

and currently you couldn’t find your worker id.

“i can’t let you in on a promise. i’ll need to escort you if you don’t have it” the bodyguard said, unbothered.

you looked through all the papers and sketches that fell out, sweat dripping down your temple. that’s not how it was supposed to go.

with shaking hands you wiped a tear that gathered on your cheek and checked your wallet again. nothing.

a sudden pat on your arm caused you to turn around sharply and the person jerked in surprise due to your dramatic reaction.

it was seungkwan.

“now that’s just embarrassing” you grunted, blinking the tears away.

“are you looking for this?” he asked with a soft smile, reaching for something from his pocket. your eyes saw the goddamn plastic card “and before you think it’s creepy, you left it in the taxi. i figured i’d drop it off at your office but you’re here so…”

nodding your head vigorously, you gathered all your stuff and put it into your bag.

“thank you, thank you so so much. i was just about to be late for a meeting as if the meeting itself didn’t make me nervous as fuck” you breathed out and took the id “thank you…”

“i get it, i get it. now shoo, you can’t be late! and good luck, fighting!” he grinned and you sent him a wide grin.

seungkwan watched you disappear in the lift before a gasp ripped out of his chest.

“what am i even doing?! i have a meeting too–”

he rushed to get another lift and cursed underneath his breath when it came late. seungcheol will whoop his ass for being late but first of all, it’s only like five minutes. second of all, he was helping you.

the man pushed the door from the meeting room, sending all eyes on him. he rose his hands in a defensive manner and then bowed.

“i apologize for being late, there was a small… incident” he mumbled and before he looked up, he heard a voice.

“it’s alright, mr. boo. we didn’t start yet”

your voice.

his eyes met with yours, causing his face to lit up. some of the members noticed the strange exchange between you, especially when a shared smile bloomed on your faces.

seungkwan sat down next to minghao, earning a smack on the arm.

needless to say, everyone came to a conclusion that for the first time ever seungkwan was laser focused in the presentation. and you.

“i feel like i’m gonna throw up” you mumbled to yourself, squatting down on the sidewalk. hiding your head in your knees, you heard a chuckle.

“i thought people usually got nervous before presenting?” seungkwan’s voice reached your ears and you looked up with a smile.

“well now i’m waiting for the decision, it is nervous too” you sighed and stood up, raising an eyebrow.

“you don’t need to worry about that. i know those guys and they liked your project, a lot. and if they didn’t, i’d convince them” seungkwan grinned and whipped out his phone “cab? let me pay this time”

“aish, we’re gonna be pushing and pulling all the time?” you scoffed and shook your head “wait, did you like it?”

seungkwan nodded, noticing the yellow cab approaching. good thing this was a busy street and there were lots of taxis.

“obviously!” he grinned and led you towards the car, opening the door for you. once inside, he waited for you to tell your address to the driver and continued. “i really like your art style, it’s very unique and original. the colors fit well with the concept, as well as the design. did you create the font yourself?”

you stared at him in shock, causing a giggle out of him.

as you indulged him into the details of your work progress, you failed to realize how quickly you got home. not even done with explaining how you got the idea for the design, you saw a mischievous spark in his ebony eyes.

“let me pay, please” seungkwan pleaded and you huffed “and… if you want, i’ll let you pay next time. for coffee”

he stared at you hopefully (ignoring the fact that he obviously wouldn’t let you but he somehow wanted to have an excuse), seungkwan noticed a cute smile bloomed on your face.

“i’d love to. tomorrow? 3pm?” you asked, unable to control your face muscles from grinning. seungkwan nodded energetically “we’re set then. get home safe, mr boo”

you leaned in, led by an impulse, and tried to place a goodbye kiss on his cheek but you accidentally pecked the corner of his lips.

blood flowing to your face, you left the cab panicked, yelping a nervous bye!

“hey there, misses! what’s with your kisses?” he mumbled, fingers ghosting over the area your lips brushed against.

looking at the whipped man in the mirror, the cab driver smiled.

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abu dhabi gp ‘23

⌞ sypnosis⌝ - a sport dominated by men will never rewrite it’s rules for a woman. luck was on your side as well as your team when you first joined f1 as it’s first ever woman racer. how long would it take until your luck runs out?

⌞ tags! ⌝ - angst! teammatelewis! angry!totowolff! ogcharacter! cursewords! f1! mercedesdriver!character! y/n as yves!

⌞ a/n ⌝ - hii! i finally found the courage to make an account where i could comfortably upload my works about f1 or anything that inspires me in general lol. i do hope you enjoy my first fic! the inspiration for this was me watching brazil gp 2019, whilst eating dinner then it reminded me of lana’s song. also, y/n is named as yves.

- norman fucking rockwell - lana del rey

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‘don’t do this to me please! guys, i’m begging.’ was what yves radio engineer hears when he had given the order to let lewis overpass her and take p1. he understood that pain, his driver yves is currently going through, was not going to be a good addition after the countless fights she went through in every lap to stick with the plan, win p1. she kept her word, no matter what order given to her radio was, how long the gap is between her and the next driver she’s going to overtake, or the risk of losing her place if she pitted in; she managed to come out on top. so why doesn’t it make sense to her? she had trusted each and every instructions from her race engineer and from her team principal, toto, who before race had told her to win.

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‘i need you to win, yves. do you understand? i need you to be on that podium.’, toto firmly repeats to her before she nods, ‘yes, understood.’

‘you’ve raced this track countless of times, lewis. i trust you know what to do?’, toto looks at lewis with a small knowing smirk, then hearing a short response from the man, ‘of course.’

‘so it’s clear? both of my racers podium, or i won’t have it.’, he jokes to the two drivers who can be heard laughing. yves smiles to herself, thinking about winning always puts a cheeky grin on her face. it was clear and apprehended, plan a was for both her and lewis to place no lower than p3, regardless who places p1 like toto wolff himself stated. yet, if things doesn’t play out the way they planned and designed it to be, one of them has to win at least. feeling a pair of eyes to her left, her thoughts were interrupted with lewis across the table, gazing at her with gentle but knowing eyes; which yves is now familiar with, we got this.

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with 2 laps left, she keeps her spot as leader before pressing the button to her radio. ‘i don’t understand, marcus. please please plea-s—…. what do you mean i have to give up my place?’. on the other side, back in the garage, marcus with one side of his headphone out from the ear, listens to toto give him the order to make yves switch positions with lewis. he furrows his eyebrows, but nevertheless lets his driver know of the news. he could hear her cries of confusion exactly the moment he closed his radio. ’why! i don’t understa—an—d. why would he say that? i-i mean it’s not part of the plan.. no?’. slowing her pace, finally letting lewis pass her, she hears her radio go off with the quick ‘it’s part of the plan. it was toto’s orders. confirm if you understand.’ not responding, she hears him follow up with, ‘good job, yves. you just have to guard this position from verstappen who is -6.18 behind you, one more lap to go and you are finished!’.

oh! and how suprising is that! leader of the laps for almost half of the race, the mercedes driver yves is slowing down for her teammate lewis hamilton and seems to be switching positions. isn’t that just one hell of a plot twist, everybody! i guess their original plan is now disregarded as lewis makes a beautiful overtake to his teammate, yves for the final lap!

now leading the final lap of the race with his teammate -1.18 behind him, lewis presses his radio button before asking his engineer, ‘mate, i need an explanation. this is not part of the plan, right?’. he receives a response shortly from bono after, ‘it is, lewis. toto declared you p1 loud and clear before the race.’ he lets out a breath, checking his mirrors to see yves’ car behind him exactly like they were instructed it to be. he knew what this meant to her, how this could affect the supporters, he understood that maybe, no, precisely after this race, changes are bound to happen to the dynamics of not only the team, but between them as well. years of experience in the sport has given lewis the opportunity of gaining skills and to unleash his true potential as a driver, that’s the reason why he is now a 7th time world champion. but he also recognized the importance of sportsmanship, learned how to be a better teammate; from the list of drivers in the grid, he knew that the most. roars of their engines, exhaustion from the race and continuous radio updates from bono had completely overwhelmed lewis, but despite so, his thoughts were certain.

‘what is he doing?! what the hell!’, confused, yves swerves to lewis’ right side of the car before looking at him. now side to side, both cars hear toto’s voice on their radios reminding them to keep their original positions, ‘no! no! that was dangerous, the both of you! lewis overtake now!’.

what a sight! the two mercedes are now driving side by side as they take their final turns towards the checkered flag! is this lewis finally grasping his 8th world championship title? or is it going to be yves’ first from her home race?

she finally understood what lewis was trying to do, for a split second she imagined it: her dream, the celebration, the overwhelming feeling of joy, the trophy and the title. the title. brimming tears that she has been battling from falling last 2 laps ago, finally touched her cheeks as she slowly but firmly stepped the brakes to her car, allowing lewis to cross the line first.

phenomenal that was for the mercedes team! an incredible, yet brave move from yves as she hit her breaks final second from the line. ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a beautiful 1-2 from mercedes! max verstappen coming in third and hamilton, finally, finally claiming his 8th world championship title in abu dhabi! what a race!

maneuvering the car back to her station like she was told by her engineer, she stops and finally take her helmet, balaclava and gloves off. resting her head on her steering wheel, she weeps to herself. hopelessness enveloping her whole body, she softly wails and grips her hair, eventually expressing the pain she endured the entire race. fireworks, engine sounds, news/journalists people asking questions and the cheers and chants of congratulations for lewis was all she could hear. she fears of looking pathetic, but it never came across her that feeling it was worse. hurriedly getting out of his car and rushing to take his gear off before avoiding as much people as he could, lewis runs off to her garage. he finds her in the exact position as he thought before he crouches, cradle her head on his hand and brushing her hair away from her face. softly, he calls out her name. feeling wet tears on his thumb, he expected to see teary sad eyes from the girl; taking a deep breath, what he sees suprises him the moment she turns her head towards lewis. a pair of crying angry eyes meets his. just like his races, he had predicted the consequences alongside of this win was, he just wasn’t prepared for it to be this soon.

fin.

#lewis hamilton #mercedes amg f1 #f1 x you #f1 fic #f1 imagine #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton angst #lewis hamilton blurb #lewis hamilton au #angst

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poly vees! poly vees! where everyone loves eachother

anyways, the vee's find themselves attracted to an imp!reader (maybe only one or two at first). i love the upper class x lower class dynamic ajhs

the imp was originally just trying to be a thief in peace and rob them, but they get caught in the process.

gn! reader is more desirable but you can go for a fem or male reader if you want!!

-🍋 anon

"Stole our hearts. (and our money lol)"

A/n: Hi, 🍋! This reminded me a bit of Blitzo and Stolas from Helluva Boss lol Ik I said this before but I'm not too familiar with poly relationships so I'm so sorry if I got anything wrong! I did gn reader but I did mention reader wearing one of Velvette's dresses so I hope it doesn't make anyone uncomfortable! Hope you enjoy!!

Imps were never respected in the hell hierarchy. How ironic that the ones who fucked up enough to get sent here are treated better than the innocent demons who never even got a chance at life in the first place. This was the reason you decided to become a thief. If no one was willing to hire the lowlife so that you could make an honest living, you would steal to live a comfortable life. You weren't a Saint by any means but you weren't evil enough to steal from your own kind, only people who either deserved it or people who could afford to be stolen from. That includes overlords, and more specifically, your latest victims, the Vees. They were known for their social influence on the residents of hell, but you didn't really care much since overlords only live in the pride ring and imps usually residents in Imp City in the wrath ring. That, however, doesn't mean you won't travel there and take their shit. You were currently at Vee Tower late at night. Everyone was asleep so you had the perfect chance to do your job and quickly scurry off, or at least that's what you thought, You usually work fast but that doesn’t take into account the time constraint of Vox’s new security system. The moment you touched the vase, a loud alarm rang and a few seconds later, Vox and his tired partners came up to you.

“What do you think you're doing,” Vox said, his business smile faltering. Shit. You underestimated this guy's inventions. “Oh.. uhhh..” you were at a loss for words. What were you even supposed to say? ‘Hey I was about to steal this vase that you own’? Absolutely not. Luckily for you, they didn't seem to mind as much as you thought they would. Little did you know that every time you had stolen from the Overlords, they had known you were there. Although they didn't exactly appreciate you stealing their belongings, they had taken a bit of a liking towards you. Even when being mischievous little shit, you still had a sort of charm. Like when you were stealing one of Vox's newest prototypes and spent 10 whole minutes trying to figure out what it did before giving up and furiously putting it in the bag. Or that time you stole one of Velvette's dresses and before putting it in the bag you put it on, just for funsies. She had to admit, you didn't look half bad in her designs, maybe when you finally date them, she can ask you to model for her. And the time you tried to steal one of the blankets from one of Val's studios, which surprisingly sell for a lot. You hurriedly put it in the bag, trying to touch it as little as possible, who knows what things people had done in those blankets. They slowly fell for you one by one, maybe next time, they can finally ask you out. Once they give you the world, you finally won't have to steal their things.

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Police Cars And Paintings. (Wally Clark x Reader)

Summary: Wally helps Y/N get her justice.

Word count: 2,593

Gif Not Mine. Requests Are Open!

Warnings - Murder? Swearing.

“Y/N Y/L/N was loved by all, caring, supportive and kind are just three words that her family and friends used to describe the young woman whose life was so tragically cut short at the age of seventeen. Y/N was a senior at Split River high school, with hopes of attending New York Fashion School, in order to pursue her dreams of studying fashion design. She was the valedictorian with a passion for the arts. We learn today that her body was discovered in the school’s art room, with multiple stab wounds to her neck, chest and stomach. Police believe the attack was premeditated and to remain vigilant as her killer is still yet to be caught.”

Letting out a pained scream, I launch the tv remote directly at the screen in front of me, causing the image to shift and blur before settling into a dull, gray static. Feeling multiple pairs of eyes on me, I grip my hair, tugging slightly to feel the tightness in my skull as a way to relieve the emotional pain weighing me down.

“Hey, let’s not do that okay. It won’t help you.” Wally tells me, gently grabbing my arms and forcing them down as he wraps his arms around me in a comforting hug. Well as best as he can leaning from behind the sofa.

“Are we not gonna talk about the fact that she just broke the tv? She’s ruined movie night for everyone.” Rhonda complains, eyes shooting daggers at me.

“Like you even care about movie night. There’s other TV's in this school, we’re not gonna miss one.” I snap back, rage still coursing through my body. “At least your murderer was caught.”

Rhonda scoffs, turning to look at Mr Martin, who has remained oddly silent, as she slips her lollipop back into her mouth. Mr Martin simply shares a disapproving glance, not impressed by either of our actions or comments though he still remains silent. Not wanting to make the tension in the room any worse. It’s so thick you could cut it with a knife, cliche I know.

“At least you know who did it, that’s got to count for something and I’m sure the police will work it out soon enough. I mean, they already know that it was a planned attack.” Charlie comments, hoping to make me feel a little better, yet I still feel just as bad. If not worse than moments prior.

“Yeah and he’s still walking about school as though nothing happened! The cops don’t give a shit Charlie, I’m already dead, it’s not like anything worse is going to happen to me that they have to worry about.”

Wally’s embrace relaxes as he stands up straighter, arms falling to his side, causing me and everyone else in the room to turn and look at him. A serious expression is settled upon his face, an unusual sight as he is normally sporting a soft smile or at least a playful lightness in his eyes.

“Wait, the guy that did this goes to school here? He’s still here?” Wally asks, his questions directed at me as though nobody else is even in the room. Clearly something has rattled him.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m so pissed off. I still have to see him every single day and there’s no escape. Not even in death I get peace.”

With a huff, I push myself off the sofa. Forcing a smile at the group as I make my exit, the moment I step out of the gym I start running. Sprinting as fast as I can to the other side of the school before climbing up the stairs to the rooftop. The art room used to be my quiet place, where I would find myself able to relax and feel at ease. Not anymore. So, the roof is my quiet place now. After moving all of my art supplies here, I’ve found that there’s no reason for me to even step foot in the art room anymore. It’s been a month and it’s still too painful to be in there.

Picking up my paintbrush and dipping it into my paint to continue the mural I have been working on, I hear another pair of footsteps lightly jogging up the stairs. I know it’s Wally, I don’t even need to turn around to know it’s him. Ever since I arrived in this world, he’s been my rock. Helping me get through everything and it’s safe to say that in the short amount of time I’ve known him, he’s found a special place in my heart. It’s not a crush. I swear it’s not a crush. I just happen to have a soft spot for him.

“Holy shit. I knew you liked art but this is insane, why have I never seen this?”

Wally’s stare is glued to the mural I’ve painted, each ghost gazing back at him from their position on the wall. Rhonda’s trademark moody stare, Charlie’s sweet but somewhat shy smile, even Dawn’s curiosity shines through in her chestnut brown eyes. I watch as he notices himself. A proud smile resting on his lips. Wally was the most difficult to paint, I wanted to make sure I captured his beauty properly, though that tends to be very hard to do when someone is physically perfect.

“You even got my necklace, Y/N this looks so real. Like you’re so talented, this belongs in a gallery or something.” Wally continues, brushing his finger down the side of his painted face, still in awe.

“It’s still a work in progress. I haven’t even started on Mr Martin, or the band kids or the girl in the theater whose name I always forget.” I tell him, swatting his hand away from the wall before he smudges any paint that may still be wet.

“Yeah, but do you really want them on there? Mr Martin sure, but the others, they never show up to the support group. You should keep it contained, no? You haven’t even painted yourself yet.”

“That’s kind of rude Wally. I painted Dawn and she never comes to the group, but she’s my friend.” I tell him, placing my paintbrush down and beginning to walk over to the rail at the edge of the roof. “We’re all dead, we deserve some sort of memorial.”

Leaning against the rail, I watch the kids below living their lives as normal. As though nothing is wrong, as though I wasn’t just murdered a month ago. God, if they knew this is what happens after death, they’d be terrified.

The football team are running drills on the field, accompanied by the cheerleaders who are going over the same routines. Students sit in the bleachers, either reading or making notes as they study. Occasionally laughing together as they discuss the latest gossip or show each other something they’ve seen on social media. It’s a peaceful scene, watching as they stress over things so trivial, things that won’t matter in ten years time.

“How come you never told me that the guy who killed you still goes to this school? I knew he hadn’t been caught but I assumed that’s because was on the run or something.” Wally asks me, leaning with his back against the rail so that he can watch me rather than the school.

“I don’t know. I try to avoid him and I know how nosey the rest of that group are, especially Rhonda. No doubt you’d all be following him around the school like a bunch of creeps.”

“Yeah but that’s just because we care about you.” Wally nudges me as he speaks, trying to get me to smile, which proves to be very easy as I make eye contact with him.

My heart flutters, making me nervous as I stare up at him. Wally’s height would intimidate me if I didn’t know how much of a big softie he was. I truly don’t think there is a bad bone in his body, he breaks the stereotypical idea of what a jock is. Charming and popular, sure, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Feeling his hand touch my chin, my smile grows wider as it gently moves to cup my cheek. His other hand combs through his hair, a nervous trait of his. Something I picked up on a while back, it doesn’t happen often because Wally isn’t one for getting nervous. He opens his mouth slightly, about to ask something. However, before he can my eyes catch sight of something on the field below.

“That’s him.” I point out, a flash of disappointment crosses his face before he removes his hand and turns to see what I’m looking at.

Harry Cole, clad in a dark hoodie is walking by the side of the field, heading straight to the art block. His pace is quick, almost like he’s in a rush and it’s the most panicked I’ve seen him since my death. Clearly something’s happened, a breakthrough in the investigation maybe? Police hot on his tail. Whatever it is, I need to know.

“That’s the dickhead that killed you?” Wally asks, scowling now as he takes him in.

“Yeah, come on, he’s up to something.”

Without even a second thought, I grab Wally’s hand, taking off in a slight run in order to catch whatever Harry’s up to. Wally’s gripping my hand in a firm hold, as if he’ll lose him if he lets go, thumb gently tracing circles into my skin despite us running.

Upon entering the art room, I immediately see Harry at the sinks, furiously scrubbing at something. Sharing a confused glance with Wally, I slowly approach him. I know he can’t see me and yet I’m still worried that I’ll disrupt him and spook me off, leaving me with no answers.

The closer I get the stronger the smell of bleach is, and then I finally see what he is cleaning. Butcher knife gleaming under the bright white lights, I spot the specks of blood still coating the handle and I know he’s trying to remove any evidence. Gloves adorn his hands in an attempt to mask his fingerprints. A silent tear rolls down my cheek at the thought of him never getting caught.

Wally’s arm wraps around my shoulder delicately. “You don’t need to see this.”

To my surprise, I don’t fight with him as he gently escorts me out of the room. I make no noise as I let the tears fall down my cheeks and I know Wally sees. Yet, he stays quiet. Not wanting to further upset me. He helps me to sit down on the old sofa that resides on the roof. With his hands on my knees he crouches in front of me, a concerned look on his face.

“You’ll be okay Y/N. I promise.” He tells me, words soothing my pain little by little. “Look I’ve got to run somewhere but I will be back so fast. I swear.”

Nodding my head gently, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead before dashing off to wherever he needs to be. Allowing me to wallow in my pain. The more days that pass, the more I feel as though justice isn’t possible. The more I feel like Harry will get away with everything.

Curling up into a ball, I allow my emotions to take over. Wails audible and body shaking with anger and sadness. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I don’t understand how the others do it. They’ve been dead longer but surely they still feel the pain and anguish of being dead. Surely they must be hurting too.

I’m brought back to reality by the sounds of sirens, I’m not sure how long I was sat consumed in my sadness but I know that Wally is standing by the rail. Watching whatever it is that is taking place below. The sirens ring through my ears and I jump up to stand beside him, his arm instantly wrapping around me despite no words being said.

Police cars fill the car park, grabbing the attention of pretty much everyone in the near vicinity. Students stand in shock at the commotion being caused. Each window is filled with faces, eager to bear witness to what is happening outside. Wally’s arm squeezes my shoulders, a show of encouragement and support. I swear if he wasn’t by my side, physically holding me up with the arm that is wrapped around me, I think I would be a nervous heap on the ground.

With that, I spot it. Several police officers surround Harry as he is walked out of the school building in handcuffs. His hood shielding his face from view to the majority of students, however, I know it's him. Same outfit, same demeanor, same person. They’ve got him. I feel a weight lift from my shoulders and I let out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

“How did that happen? How did they know it was him?” I ask, completely bewildered by the entire situation.

Wally looks down at me, a shy smile on his face. He knows something I don’t. Turning to face him properly, I take his hands in mine, raising my eyebrows in an attempt to get an outside. Only for him in turn to focus his stare onto the floor.

“Wally?”

“Dawn has a pretty big social media presence within the school community. She runs it as though she’s an anonymous gossip blog, nobody knows who she is but everyone knows her.” He starts, still leaving me confused as to how this happened. “I managed to get her to the art room in time to take a picture of him with the knife. She posted it, it went viral and now the police are here.”

Feeling a rush of emotions run through my body, I somehow gain the confidence to pull Wally down by his gold chain. Gentle enough that it doesn’t snap but with enough force that he’s taken off guard. My hands hold his face as I press my lips to his, feeling his hands hold my forearms as he delicately moves his lips against mine. As I pull away slowly, my mouth drops open in shock as I gaze at Wally who is now eye level with me. Hunched over in order to kiss me.

“I am so sorry Wally. I have no idea where that came from, I just -”

Wally cuts me off with his lips on mine once again, he maneuvers slightly so that my back presses against the rail and I wrap my arms around his neck as the kiss begins to grow more passionate. His hands are holding my waist, body pressed tightly against mine as I feel every inch of my body tingle with excitement. I know Wally feels it too. When I force myself to pull away for some air, he doesn’t hesitate before moving to press light kisses against my neck.

“I’ve never felt this with anyone before Y/N.” He whispers against my skin, goosebumps raising at the feel of his lips moving against my neck.

He moves to look at me, a big, goofy smile on his face as I move my hands to play with the necklace dangling in front of me. Wally places his hands on the rail besides me, watching me eagerly, awaiting my next move.

“I really, really like you Wally.”

He chuckles softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I really, really like you as well.”

#wally clark #wally clark x reader #wally clark fic #wally clark imagines #wally clark fluff #school spirits #school spirits fic #school spirits imagines #fluff

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Can you write a story with reader where she’s a workaholic and hope has to pull her away from her work because she’s been working on it all night

Overworked

Female witch reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: none

A/n: I'm so excited for summer to come. I hope you like this!

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It's 11 o'clock at night, and you've been working on the same design for the last four hours. The deadline has been changed to a day away. So you bunkered down on your kitchen bar top, sketching and typing away.

You work as a head of costumry at a company that makes a bunch of the massive dresses and old timeybclothing for movies and productions and all those things. A new line of fairy dresses have been customed ordered, and you've been put in charge of them. You were excited when you got them, but now you kind of wish there was someone to share the workload with who you trusted would actually put hard work into.

You may have slight trust issues.

There's barely anyone at your work who's under you, takes it seriously. They will just put the least amount of work into something and call it a day. There have been times when you've just wanted to get violent with them, but alas, you can't. But that doesn't mean you haven't switched to a few other harmless methods.

You let out a groan as the tip of your pencil breaks again. It's the third time that's happened. You reach for the sharpener, and as you're twisting the pencil in it, it jams and the pencil breaks. "Seriously!" You exclaim stressfully.

Your girlfriend, Hope, looks up from where she was sat on the couch, watching TV. Her facial expression softens, turning the TV off before getting up.

She's been worried about you all night, but you wouldn't allow her to pull you away from it. But now she definalty has to, she doesn't want you to overwork yourself to this extent.

She walks over to you and places a hand on your back. "Why don't you stop for tonight and get back to work on it tomorrow, during work hours." She kisses your shoulder.

You look up from your sketch book, "I can't, there's no way I can get this all done tomorrow" you sigh. "I'll help you then, with the designs or talking to your boss"

"Talking?" You raise an eyebrow. "Or compulsion?"

"Which one will make you feel better?" She asks, making you let out a chuckle.

"...fine" you groan, "you win" you tell her, shutting your sketch book and turning your laptop off. "Thank you" she tells you, holding your hand as you get off the barstool.

She leads you to your guys' bedroom. As soon as you get in there, you flop onto the bed. "I've missed you" You told the bed.

"One of the many reasons you shouldn't be overworking yourself, not getting enough sleep. Come on, before falling asleep in your jeans, let's get pajamas on" She rubs her thumb in circles on your hand.

"Mmmm, fine" you comply, getting off the comfy bed. You reluctantly change out of your jeans and t-shirt into navy pajama pants and a white tank top. After you finish changing, you go to the bathroom washing your makeup off and brushing your teeth.

"Yay, comfy" you smile as you crawl into bed, next to where Hope's leaning against the headboard, in her pajamas as well.

You lean against, cuddling up to her. Your head falls to her chest and right arm thrown over her stomach. She wraps her her arms around you as well, placing a hand softly on the back of your head.

"I'm surprised you haven't spelled anyone at your work yet, it's impressive, considering if they really are like what you describe them" Hope says as she runs her fingers through your soft hair.

"Who says I haven't" you mumble into her chest. "Some of them are plain stupid, they should be thanking me for making them at least a little competent."

In the next minute, you're fast asleep, cuddled into your girlfriend.

"Okay, slightly less surprised" she shakes her head, playfully rolling her eyes as well. "They deserve it" you grumble.

"I bet they do, Baby" she places a kiss to the crown of your head.

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson x witch reader #witch reader #hope mikaelson x female reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader #hope mikaelson is the best girlfriend #cuddles #overworking #cute #fluff #imagines #fanfic #thevampirediaries #writing #theoriginals #legacies

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Connection

Paring: Ni-Ki x Rearer

Style: fluff, soft romance, soulmates, love at first sight

Warnings: None

Word count: 5409

Niki groggily opened his eyes, blinking several times as he tried to adjust to the morning light seeping through the curtains. "Why does my head feel like it's been stuffed with cotton?" he mumbled to himself, sitting up and scanning the seemingly empty bedroom.

"Guys?" Niki called out, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was no response.

Shrugging it off, he swung his legs off the bed, intent on finding his bandmates, but his feet got tangled in the bedsheets. With a comedic lack of grace, he tumbled to the floor with a soft 'oof'.

Just as Niki was contemplating his life choices, the door burst open, and in walked Sunoo, Jake, and Jungwon. They paused, taking in the sight before them, and then burst into laughter.

"Did the floor miss you that much, Niki?" Sunoo teased, offering his hand to help him up.

Niki, now sitting up but still on the floor, looked up at them, a sheepish grin on his face. "Seems like it. The love affair continues," he quipped, accepting Sunoo's hand.

Jake, still chuckling, added, "You okay, man? Took quite a fall there."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just...confused," Niki admitted, dusting himself off. "And dazed. I don't even know why."

Jungwon, now more concerned than amused, suggested, "Maybe a hot shower will help clear your head?"

Nodding in agreement, Niki made his way to the bathroom, hoping the water would wash away his confusion. Stripping down, he stepped in front of the mirror and that's when he saw it—a small black heart tattooed on his neck. "What the—" he gasped, fingers scrambling to rub it off, but it wouldn't budge.

Panic set in as he realized the implications. "This can't be happening," he muttered, wrapping a towel around his waist and rushing out to the living room.

"Guys! You need to see this!" Niki's voice, laced with urgency, filled the apartment.

Within seconds, Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, and the others who had initially been in the living room, gathered around him. "What's wrong, Niki?" Heeseung asked, concern etching his features.

Niki turned his neck to show them the tattoo. "This! I—I don't remember getting this at all," he confessed, his voice tinged with panic.

Jay whistled, inspecting the tattoo. "That's a neat design, but...how?"

Sunghoon, always the logical one, chimed in, "Did something happen last night that you're not remembering?"

Niki shook his head, frustration mounting. "That's just it. I don't know. I can't remember anything out of the ordinary."

Heeseung put an arm around Niki, trying to reassure him. "Let's not jump to conclusions. Maybe there's a simple explanation for this."

"Yeah, like maybe it's one of those temporary tattoos that look real," Jake suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

"But it won't rub off," Niki pointed out, on the verge of despair. "And what if the manager sees this? It's not exactly idol-like, is it? Or at least for my age."

The room fell silent as the gravity of the situation began to dawn on them. Then Sunoo, ever the optimist, spoke up. "Hey, maybe this is a sign of something new. A change. Who says idols can't have tattoos?"

Jungwon nodded in agreement. "Right? Jungkook has tattoos. And we're here for you, Niki. We'll figure this out, okay? Let's not panic and think this through. Maybe we can cover it up for now and talk to the manager."

Following the shower that had done little to alleviate his confusion but much to refresh him, Niki found himself sitting in front of a mirror, a determined Sunoo wielding a collection of concealer and foundation like a seasoned artist.

"Okay, hold still," Sunoo instructed, his concentration palpable as he dabbed concealer over the black heart on Niki's neck. "We'll make this thing disappear, at least for today."

Despite their efforts, the mark seemed resistant, darkening under the layers of makeup as if it had its own will. "That's...odd," Sunoo mused, stepping back to observe his work.

"You weren't drunk last night, were you?" Sunoo teased, knowing full well that Niki wasn't old enough, even though he was turning nineteen soon.

Niki chuckled, shaking his head. "Even if I wanted to, you guys are like hawks. Besides, where would I even get it from?"

Sunoo laughed, agreeing. "True, we run a tight ship. Alright, let's try one more layer."

They continued, attempting to mask the stubborn tattoo, but it seemed futile. Finally, Niki, with a sense of resignation, admired Sunoo's attempt to cover it. "You did your best, thanks, Sunoo."

"No problem, man. But let's hope it stays hidden," Sunoo replied, packing up the makeup.

As they made their way to the HYBE building, the weight of the situation hung between them, an unspoken anxiety about the mark's stubborn visibility.

Upon arrival, they realized their worst fears—the mark was as visible as ever, seemingly mocking their attempts to conceal it.

"Niki, your neck..." Heeseung's voice trailed off as he caught sight of them.

"Yeah, it didn't stay covered," Niki admitted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and apprehension.

The group huddled together, brainstorming what to do next. "What if we say it's for a role? An acting gig or something?" Jay suggested, trying to find a quick solution.

"But who would believe that?" Sunghoon countered, skeptical. "We need a better plan."

Jungwon, ever the voice of reason, suggested, "Let's be honest. We tell the management the truth. We don't know how it got there, but we'll deal with it."

The suggestion was met with nods of agreement, a collective decision to face the consequences as a team.

As they made their way to their manager's office, Niki couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. "Guys, what if this changes everything? What if..."

"Hey, no 'what ifs'," Heeseung interrupted, placing a reassuring hand on Niki's shoulder. "We're in this together. Whatever happens, we face it as a group."

Their solidarity was a small comfort to Niki as they reached the door to the manager's office. Taking a deep breath, they prepared to explain the unexplainable.

"Let's just be honest. It's the best policy," Jake whispered, as the door opened.

The manager looked up, surprised by the entire group's appearance. "What's going on? Is everything alright?"

Niki stepped forward, the mark on his neck now a symbol not just of mystery but of the unity and support of his bandmates. "There's something we need to talk to you about," he began, his voice steady thanks to the reassuring presence of his friends.

Niki, with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity, stood before their manager, the mysterious black heart tattoo prominently displayed on his neck. The rest of ENHYPEN clustered around him, a united front facing uncertainty.

"Sir, I...I woke up with this," Niki began, his voice slightly faltering as he gestured to his neck. "We've tried covering it with makeup, but it's like it has a mind of its own. It just won't stay hidden."

The manager, a seasoned veteran in handling idol crises, inspected the mark with a thoughtful frown. "Hmm, I see. Well, it's not the end of the world. We'll cover it with a band-aid. It's a common enough solution for visible tattoos."

He looked around at the worried faces of the group. "Don't panic. Focus on the schedule we have planned for today. We've dealt with bigger issues before."

The reassurance from the manager was a small comfort, but tension still hummed in the air. "But sir, it feels odd. Like it's supposed to be seen," Niki couldn't help adding.

The manager smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe it's a sign of your rebel phase, Niki. . . Just kidding. Let's just keep moving. These things have a way of working themselves out."

As the day unfolded, Niki's usual grace seemed to abandon him. Whether it was the weight of the mysterious tattoo or just an off day, he found himself in a series of clumsy mishaps. From tripping over seemingly flat surfaces to a comedic tumble from a chair, his day was a montage of accidents.

"Whoa, Niki, are you auditioning for a slapstick comedy?" Jay teased after helping him up from yet another fall.

Niki, trying to brush off the embarrassment with a laugh, responded, "haha, very funny. Maybe I should consider a career change."

Meanwhile, in the bustling heart of the city, an ordinary girl named Y/N was experiencing an extraordinary day. Surrounded by her friends in their favorite hangout spot, the conversation turned to the peculiar heart tattoo adorning her neck—a new, unexplained addition much like Niki's.

"Isn't it weird?" Y/N mused, lightly tracing the outline of the tattoo with a finger. "I woke up with it this morning and have no idea how it got there."

Her friends, equally puzzled and fascinated, leaned in for a closer look. "It's actually pretty cool. But, you know, it's also kind of spooky," one friend commented, a playful smirk on their face.

"And have you noticed?" another friend piped up, a twinkle of amusement in their eyes. "You haven't walked into a single lamppost today. What's happening, Y/N? The tattoo comes, and suddenly you're grace personified?"

Y/N laughed, the sound bright and unburdened. "Right? Maybe it's a magical tattoo. Grants you balance and coordination."

The banter continued, light and teasing, but Y/N couldn't shake off a strange feeling—an inexplicable connection to the tattoo that felt more significant than a mere coincidence.

Back with Niki and the group, as they moved through their day's schedule, the contrast between Niki's sudden clumsiness and his usual adeptness became a source of concern and curiosity among them.

"Do you think it has something to do with the tattoo?" Sunghoon speculated quietly to Heeseung as they observed Niki narrowly missing another mishap.

Heeseung frowned, deep in thought. "I don't know. But it's too strange to be a coincidence. Maybe we should look into this. There might be more to that tattoo than we realize."

The day gradually transitioned into evening, carrying with it the weight of the day's events and the mystery of the tattoos that seemed to bind Niki and Y/N, two strangers, in an inexplicable way.

As the sky darkened, the bustling activities around the HYBE building began to subside. Niki, alongside Sunoo, Jay, and Heeseung, made their way towards the parking lot, their footsteps echoing in the quiet. Other members bid their goodbyes, branching off to attend to their solo schedules, leaving the quartet to return to the shared apartment.

Meanwhile, Y/N, her day with friends winding down, found herself walking past the very same building, her laughter mingling with the evening air. She was deep in conversation, recounting the day's events, when a sudden chill swept through her.

Simultaneously, Niki felt the same unexpected cold breeze, causing both groups to pause. "Did you feel that?" Niki and Y/N asked, almost in perfect unison, turning to their companions in search of confirmation.

Sunoo, Jay, and Heeseung exchanged confused glances with Niki. "Feel what? It's just a normal evening," Sunoo said, looking around, puzzled by Niki's reaction.

"Yeah, man, what's up with you today? First the tattoo, the clumsiness, now this?" Jay added, a hint of concern laced with his words.

Heeseung, ever the supportive one, placed a hand on Niki's shoulder. "You've been on edge all day. Maybe you're just tired."

Across the street, Y/N's friends responded with laughter to her question. "Feeling cold breezes now, are we? What's next, Y/N? Talking to ghosts?" one of them teased, her amusement clear.

"It's just your clumsy mind playing tricks on you again," another friend joked, nudging Y/N playfully.

As the groups continued on their separate paths, Niki's attention was inexplicably drawn towards a figure walking away from the HYBE building—a girl, he noted, accompanied by a friend. It was a fleeting glimpse, but it was enough for him to spot the unmistakable outline of a heart-shaped tattoo on her neck, identical to his.

Niki stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Guys, did you see that?" he whispered urgently, his voice barely above a murmur as he pointed in the direction of the departing figure.

"What are you talking about now?" Sunoo asked, following Niki's gaze but seeing nothing amiss.

"There was a girl, and she... she had the same tattoo. On her neck, just like mine," Niki explained, the excitement and confusion evident in his tone.

Jay squinted in the direction Niki was pointing. "I don't see anyone, Niki. Are you sure you're okay?"

Heeseung looked at Niki with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "This tattoo thing is getting weirder by the minute. Maybe we should really look into this."

As Y/N turned the corner, disappearing from view, the groups went their separate ways, the encounter leaving Niki with more questions than answers. The cold breeze, the simultaneous shivers, and now this—a stranger bearing the same mysterious mark. The coincidences were piling up, each one adding another layer of mystery to the day's unfolding events.

Back in the car, as they drove towards the apartment, Niki's mind raced. The brief encounter, although silent and distant, felt significant. He mulled over the day's oddities—the clumsiness, the unhideable tattoo, and now this connection with a stranger.

"Maybe there's something more to this tattoo," Niki mused aloud, more to himself than to his companions.

Sunoo leaned back in his seat, pondering Niki's words. "Yeah, it's starting to seem like it's not just a coincidence."

"We'll figure it out, Niki," Heeseung assured him, his voice firm. "Whatever this is, we're in it together."

As the night deepened, Niki found himself in the living room of their apartment, surrounded by his bandmates but lost in his own thoughts. The image of the girl with the identical tattoo etched itself firmly in his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something significant about her, something beyond the mere coincidence of their matching marks.

"Guys, I can't stop thinking about her," Niki finally admitted, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. "The girl with the tattoo. It's exactly like mine. And that cold breeze... it was so bizarre."

Sunoo, who had been idly flipping through a magazine, looked up, his expression one of mild interest. "You're still on that? Man, it must have really gotten to you."

"Yeah, it's not like you to dwell on things," Jay added, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "But you're sure she had the same tattoo? Exactly the same?"

Niki nodded, his frustration mounting. "Yes, I'm sure. And it's not just about the tattoo. There was this... this cold wind at the exact moment I saw her. But none of you felt it."

Heeseung, always the voice of reason, chimed in thoughtfully. "It does sound strange. But we're talking about a city of millions. Coincidences happen."

"But this feels different," Niki pressed, his voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "It's like there's a connection or something. And the fact that none of you saw her or felt the wind... It just doesn't make sense."

The group fell silent, each member processing Niki's words and the weight they carried. After a moment, Sunghoon, who had been quiet, spoke up.

"Maybe it's not for us to see or feel," he suggested, a contemplative look on his face. "Maybe this is something personal to you, Niki. Some things can't be explained easily."

"Yeah, like a mystery that's only meant for you to solve," Jungwon added, trying to inject some enthusiasm into the conversation.

Niki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just wish I knew more about her. Like, why does she have the same tattoo? What does it all mean?"

"Maybe you're meant to find out," Sunoo said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Like, this could be the start of an adventure or something."

Jay laughed, shaking his head. "Listen to us, talking like we're in some fantasy novel. But, hey, if there's anything we can do to help you figure this out, you know we've got your back."

"Yeah," Heeseung agreed, his gaze meeting Niki's. "Whatever this is, we're here for you. Maybe there's a way to track her down? Like, if you saw her around HYBE, maybe she's a fan or something?"

Niki considered this, the idea sparking a glimmer of hope. "That's true. I hadn't thought about that. But it feels like it's more than just about being fans of the same place. There's something about that tattoo... and the timing of everything."

The conversation continued, each member offering their theories and suggestions on how Niki could possibly learn more about the mysterious girl and the connection they seemed to share. Ideas ranged from asking around the area to see if anyone else had noticed her, to checking social media for any mentions of similar tattoos.

As the night wore on, the topic gradually shifted to other matters, but the seed of curiosity had been firmly planted in Niki's mind. He knew that the next days, or even weeks, would involve him trying to unravel the mystery of the tattoo and the girl who bore its twin.

In his heart, Niki felt a stirring of excitement mixed with apprehension. This was uncharted territory, a real-life mystery that felt as if it had been lifted from the pages of a book. And though he had no idea where this journey would lead him, he knew one thing for sure: he was not alone. With his bandmates by his side, ready to support him, Niki felt a surge of determination.

"I'm going to find her," he resolved, more to himself than to anyone else. "I need to know the story behind our tattoos."

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the apartment as Sunoo, already up and armed with his phone, began his quest for answers. With Niki's unusual encounter from the previous night weighing heavily on their minds, the atmosphere was one of quiet anticipation mixed with a healthy dose of skepticism.

"Anything on there about tattoos that decide to crash the party uninvited?" Jay quipped from the kitchen, fetching himself a glass of water.

Sunoo, scrolling intently, didn't look up. "Trying to find something. There's a lot about temporary tattoos gone wrong, but nothing about...you know, random matching marks."

Niki, seated at the dining table, sipped his coffee, his gaze distant. "There has to be something. It can't just be us."

Just then, Jake, who had been quietly tapping away on his own device, looked up, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "Guys, you might want to hear this. Found a soulmate website that talks about matching marks, random personality changes, and even the red string of fate."

Heeseung leaned in, curious. "Soulmate website? Really? Are we diving into that pool now?"

Jake nodded, undeterred by the skepticism. "Yeah, but listen. It talks about how these marks are a sign of a deep connection, possibly soulmates. And with Niki seeing that girl with the same tattoo... It kinda fits the narrative, doesn't it?"

Sunoo perked up, his interest piqued. "Soulmates, huh? That's... kinda romantic, if you think about it."

Niki blushed slightly, the idea both thrilling and terrifying him. "But That's a big leap from just a mysterious tattoo."

Meanwhile, across town, Y/N found herself amidst her friends once again, the conversation inevitably circling back to the previous day's events. Her mind replayed the moment she passed by the HYBE building, the cold wind, and the boy who seemed to stare right at her.

"I swear, there was this chill, and this guy was just... staring," Y/N tried to explain, only to be met with laughter and playful jabs from her friends.

"Sure, Y/N, and I bet he was one of those famous idols, fallen madly in love with you at first sight," one friend teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yeah, and the cold wind? Probably just the air conditioning blasting from the building," another added, chuckling.

Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips despite the skepticism. "Okay, okay, I get it. But it was weird, you guys. It felt... different."

Back in the apartment, the group was deep in discussion about the soulmate theory, weighing the possibilities against their own doubts and skepticism.

"So, what, we're just gonna start believing in soulmates and destiny now?" Jay asked, half-joking.

Heeseung shrugged, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Who knows? Stranger things have happened. And if this helps Niki figure things out, I say we explore every possibility."

Niki nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "I need to know more about her. About this connection. Soulmates or not, there's something there, and I can't ignore it."

Sunghoon, ever practical, chimed in. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. First step is finding her again. Then we can dive into the whole soulmate debate."

The cool evening air was a welcome reprieve for Niki as he, Jay, and Sunghoon stepped out into the bustling streets. The weight of the conversation about soulmates, about unseen connections and mysterious tattoos, seemed to cling to him like a second skin. He needed to clear his head, to find some semblance of normalcy in the whirlwind his life had become.

"I just... I need to think, you know?" Niki confessed as they walked, his voice barely above a whisper against the noise of the city.

Jay nodded, placing a supportive hand on Niki's shoulder. "We get it, man. This whole thing is... it's a lot. But we're here for you, whatever you need."

Sunghoon chimed in, his tone light but sincere. "Yeah, even if it's just to breathe some fresh air and forget about mysterious marks and destiny for a while."

Meanwhile, Y/N, her mind a maze of questions and what-ifs, found herself walking aimlessly after leaving the cafe. The encounter from the night before, brief as it was, had left an indelible mark on her heart. She felt drawn, pulled by a thread she couldn't see but felt all the same.

"Y/N, are you even listening?" her friend asked, snapping her back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, yeah... sorry, just got lost in my thoughts there for a moment," Y/N replied, forcing a smile.

As fate would have it, their paths converged once again. Niki, guided by an inexplicable warmth and the delicate scent of gardenia and vanilla, found himself face to face with the girl from last night—Y/N. The sight of her, the realization that she was real and not just a figment of his imagination, made his heart race.

"Guys, do you smell that?" Niki asked abruptly, his gaze fixed on Y/N.

Jay inhaled deeply, looking around with a puzzled expression. "Smell what? It just smells like the city to me."

Sunghoon, too, seemed confused. "Nope, nothing out of the ordinary. What are you talking about, Niki?"

But Niki barely heard them. His entire being was focused on Y/N, the girl who shared his mysterious mark, who somehow felt both like a stranger and an integral part of his life all at once.

Y/N, feeling his presence, looked up. Their eyes didn't meet, but the air between them crackled with an unspoken connection. It was as if they were both aware of the other, yet held back by an invisible barrier.

Without a word, Niki turned away, a tumult of emotions swirling within him. Confusion, fear, but most of all, a deep, unyielding curiosity about the girl and the mark they shared.

Sunghoon and Jay, witnessing this silent exchange, exchanged a look of disbelief before quickly following Niki.

"Hey, wait up! Where are you going?" Sunghoon called out, concern lacing his voice.

Jay, catching up, added, "Dude, was that her? The girl with the tattoo?"

Niki, his pace unrelenting, nodded. "Yeah, it was her. But I... I don't know what to do. This is all so overwhelming."

As they walked, the trio fell into a deep conversation, pondering the mysteries of fate, connections that defy logic, and the possibility that some things in life are simply meant to be.

"Maybe it's not for us to understand right now," Jay suggested, his voice thoughtful. "Maybe it's something that'll make sense in time."

Sunghoon, ever the practical one, added, "For now, let's just focus on what we know and can control. We'll figure this out together, step by step."

Y/N, her heart thudding in her chest, couldn't shake off the intense need to follow the path Niki had taken. Her friends' laughter still echoed in her ears, their disbelief doing little to deter her.

"Niki?" she had whispered, more to herself than anyone else, the name tasting like a secret on her lips.

Her friends burst into laughter. "Niki, as in ENHYPEN's Niki? Girl, you're dreaming!" one of them giggled, clearly amused by the thought.

Y/N, wasn't deterred though. Despite their teasing, something within her urged her to follow him, to find out if the strange connection she felt was real. With a determined look, she quickened her pace, leaving her friends' laughter behind.

Niki was feeling an inexplicable warmth grow within him, sensed that Y/N was getting closer. The scent of gardenia and vanilla, subtle yet unmistakable, filled his senses, guiding him towards her. He slowed his pace, allowing the inevitable meeting to occur.

When Y/N reached out and grabbed his hand, both felt a gentle jolt, a sensation so profound it seemed to pause time itself. Their hearts skipped in unison, and as they looked into each other's eyes, the world around them blurred into insignificance.

Y/N's friends had followed out of curiosity and came to a stop, a respectful distance away. Their earlier jests forgotten as they witnessed the undeniable connection between the two.

"Did you see that?" one friend whispered to the others, her voice a mix of surprise and awe.

"I...I can't believe it. Maybe there's something real happening here," another responded, her skepticism waning in the face of the palpable bond between Y/N and Niki.

Meanwhile, Niki and Y/N, still hand in hand, could barely pull their eyes away from each other. Niki, a blush creeping across his cheeks, managed a shy smile. "Hi... I'm Niki."

Y/N, her own face flushed with a gentle pink hue, returned the smile. "I know who you are. I'm Y/N."

The air around them seemed to shimmer with a soft glow, their smiles and blushes a testament to the innocent and pure connection that had drawn them together. For a moment, they forgot about the world around them, lost in a bubble of mutual recognition and unspoken questions.

"So, this is...weird, right?" Niki finally broke the silence, his voice a mixture of nervousness and wonder.

"Weird but...nice?" Y/N replied, her smile widening. "I've never felt anything like this before."

Jay and Sunghoon, observing from a distance, exchanged glances, both feeling a mixture of happiness for their friend and curiosity about what this meant for the future.

"Looks like Niki's found someone special," Jay whispered, a soft smile on his lips.

"Yeah," Sunghoon agreed, nodding. "We should probably give them some space, though. This looks...important."

Back with Y/N and Niki, the initial shock of their connection was slowly giving way to a comfortable, if slightly awkward, camaraderie. They began to chat, sharing light, tentative details about themselves, each question and answer weaving a delicate thread of understanding between them.

"Do you...do you feel it too? The connection?" Niki asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded, her grip on his hand tightening ever so slightly. "Yes, since the moment I saw you. And then there's this," she gestured to the mark on her neck, visible under the soft light of the streetlamp.

Niki mirrored her action, revealing his own mark.

As the afternoon gradually melded into early evening, the connection between Niki and Y/N deepened, the world around them shrinking until it seemed they were the only two people in existence. Their laughter filled the air, a sweet melody against the cacophony of the city. They exchanged stories, each tale pulling them closer, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and serendipitous moments.

"Do you believe in fate?" Y/N asked, her eyes locked with Niki's, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"I think I'm starting to," Niki replied, his voice soft, his fingers tightening around Y/N's. He took a step closer, their bodies mere inches apart, the world around them fading into a blur.

Meanwhile, Jay, caught up in the excitement of his friend's budding connection, quickly dialed Sunoo to share the news. "You won't believe what's happening," he said, the excitement in his voice palpable.

Sunoo, on the other end, immediately put the phone on loudspeaker, allowing the rest of ENHYPEN to tune in. "Tell us everything!" Sunoo urged, his voice echoing the collective anticipation.

As Jay recounted the events, laughter and cheers could be heard from the members, their joy for Niki's unexpected encounter filling the room. "They're like a scene out of a movie," Jay chuckled, painting a vivid picture of the connection that seemed to transcend reality.

Back with Y/N and Niki, the realization that their friends had departed, leaving them in their own little bubble, only served to heighten the intimacy of the moment. Deciding to find a café to continue their conversation, they walked off, their hearts still doing somersaults with every step.

As they made their way, their fingers entwined, shy smiles were exchanged, a silent conversation flowing between them. "This is nice," Y/N murmured, her gaze fixed on their joined hands.

"It is," Niki agreed, a warmth spreading through him. "I've never felt this way before either."

They found a cozy café tucked away from the bustling streets, a haven that seemed to exist just for them. Settling into a quiet corner, the world outside ceased to matter as they delved deeper into conversation, exploring the myriad ways their lives had somehow led them to this serendipitous meeting.

"Do you think this is how it's supposed to be?" Niki asked, his eyes searching Y/N's for answers neither of them fully understood yet.

Y/N, her heart fluttering at the question, nodded. "I do. Everything about this feels right. Like we were meant to find each other."

Meanwhile, Sunghoon and Jay, still on the phone with the other members, shared the unfolding love story with a mix of humor and awe. "They're off to a café now," Jay explained, the excitement evident in his tone. "Niki's totally smitten."

The members' reactions ranged from playful teasing to genuine happiness for their friend's newfound connection. "We need to meet her," Heeseung suggested, the sentiment echoed by nods and murmurs of agreement.

"Definitely," Sunoo added, a grin in his voice. "But let's give them some time. This is their moment."

Back at the café, Niki and Y/N lost track of time, their conversation meandering from lighthearted banter to deeper, more meaningful topics. Each laugh, each shared glance, solidified the bond that had so unexpectedly brought them together.

As the evening drew to a close, they reluctantly parted ways, promises of future meetings hanging between them like the unspoken acknowledgment of something profound and life-changing. The night air was cool against their flushed cheeks as they went their separate ways, their minds replaying every moment, every word, and every shared smile.

The connection between them, though newly formed, felt as ancient and inevitable as the stars above. As they lay in bed that night, miles apart yet closer than ever, they both knew that what they had stumbled upon was rare and precious—a connection not just of hearts, but of souls.

And as they drifted off to sleep, their last thoughts were of each other, of the serendipitous day that had changed everything, and of the shy smiles and entwined fingers that had sealed their fate.

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starberry-cupcake · 18 days

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I don't think I have a lot to update today because life got in the way of me reading as much as I wanted, but if I don't note things down, I'm gonna forget, so here we are. I'm not sure if I'll be able to update tomorrow, but I'll be back as soon as as I can, more for my own peace of mind than anything else.

previously, in harrowlicious the ninth:

this happened

also, I may have or may have not been slightly spoiled about a thing because people in my dash don't use the tags available to us mortals, so I'm gonna have to sprint if I see any semblance of skull make up in my dash

close the tab immediately

close my eyes and cover them for good measure

currently, chapters 12 & 13:

we are training how to...kill planets, I think

basically, I think we're killing a planet and killing the thing that comes out of it when it's killed

this is what the care bears taught me not to do when I was a kid

actually, I think they even made a new one in the new re-design thing specifically to make the point even clearer than in the 90s

this new one

that's the opposite of what these people are doing rn

so harrowbean is training with mercygirl on how to be environmentally unconscious

if I am understanding the dynamics correctly, you kill the planet and then you chase the planet's soul aka beast through the river and kill that too

if the ones they're escaping from are bigger than these, they must have fucked up massively with whatever they destroyed

when I started reading gideon, I thought the houses were like planet-coded

you know, nine houses and all that

the ninth is now a hypothetical mysterious ninth planet

but back when my astrology lesson was sailor moon

the ninth was pluto

and in that mindset, the ninth would be setsuna meiou, which checked out with some of the harrow aesthetics, I mean

a mix between these two looks???

I went on a tangent, anyway

I moved on from that idea later but, in any case, these people must have destroyed some fucking huge thing to make the mess they're in now

so, basically, in order to chase the planet's soul (which they call beast, but I think that's disrespectful), that's where the cavalier comes in

the slurped cav is meant to keep the lyctor running through that process, so that their body doesn't collapse

and it's meant to have their instincts kick in to do the final push and use the sword they were trained to use

if mayonnaise uncle had not done what he did, he would have probably been good at this part

but he was obliterated

by hubris

so, harrow cannot do this

WHICH IS GREAT

for us, at least, because it's more hope for the "gideon isn't gone" theory that keeps us together

I speak in plural, as if you didn't know exactly what's happening, but you get what I mean

in my mind, we're like this, waiting for gideon to come back

so augustine calls harrow "diet lyctor"

he should call her "lyctor lite"

mercygirl gives harrow crap for not being able to sustain herself due to her lack of cavalier-ness

augustine makes fun of her for her lack of cavalier-ness

and I'm here like...you guys are the ones who started this mess?????

it's not up to a teen to save you in a couple months from something you haven't been able to fix in 10k years????

maybe you deserve it????????

what is this, evangelion????

harrow, coming back from the training and planet killing

harrow visits yandere twin in her new designated room

yandere twin has a room with a lot of nudes

"life sized nudes in languorous attitudes, generally in oils, and all of the same two persons. They were enthusiastically executed. The duo posing held a variety of objects both likely and unlikely."

so...which lyctor ordered a ton of nsfw fanart of themselves and their cav or whatever????

I'm assuming it's a portrait of one of them and it's this kind of situation

yandere twin apparently likes the nudes, so they're staying there

harrow doesn't like them

I think it's A Lot tbh, but it's not my lyctor room, so I'm not telling her what to do

who has the room with the ceramics collection? because I call dibs on that

anyway, yandere twin is having a hard time with this too

both of them are having a hard time with doing it, not with the ethical or moral implications of what they're doing or why johnny john john is asking them to do these things

harrow can kill the stuff faster, but she can't be trusted to be able to stay alive after

harrow was never very good at not getting physically damaged at all times

yandere twin has a hard time making chad cooperate

who would have thought

imma assume it's a problem you might encounter when you slurped your cav against their will

which is what we think happened, idk, we found him stabbed in the back so

and also it's chad

chad complained about everything all the time

harrow tells her it's psychological

the mental health care plan of the lyctors looks like this

also, harrow suggests yandere twin to cut her new arm if it bothers her

I mean, that's one solution, I guess

it's a very harrow solution

yandere twin points out that harrow is the emperor's favorite

that sounds like a very bad thing tbh

she also asks harrow to make her own arm grow back again and harrow says no because she's not good at the fleshy bits

"the fleshy bits"sounds like something cursed that comes with cereal in a magnus archives episode

but you get the idea

we end the chapter with harrow appreciating yandere twin's company because, when she found her after she had stabbed not!dulcinea's corpse, she said "wish you'd taken off her arms"

I respect that too

again, no camilla yet

well, this wasn't as long or entertaining but I'll come back whenever I can...life needs to let me read this book

#luly reacts to tlt #tlt spoilers #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #the locked tomb #long post #gif cw

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yourbff good luck harold !!

namelessgem we should put that on t-shirts !! “i belive harry has the x factor”

↳ yourinstagram that’s a great idea, let’s do that after school :p

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yourinstagram Sooo ready for another night of The X Factor :pp DON’T FORGET TO VOTE FOR ONE DIRECTION !! THE BOYS DESERVE TO MAKE IT TO THE FINALS <3

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yoursister ONE DIRECTION TO THE FINALS !

namelessgem THEY DESERVE TO WIN

2011

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yourinstagram This is how i feel because Up all Night is out today ! Make sure to get your copy at your local record store <3 I love you Harry I’m so proud of you (and the boys) #OneDirection #UpAllNight

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namelessgem IM A PROUD SISTER !

onedirectionfan1 I just got my copy <3

onedirectionfan2 are you harry’s girlfriend? :p

↳ yourinstagram noo i’m his best friend <3

onedirectionfan3 i wish the boys had instagrams

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onedirectionnews Harry with a girl tonight :00

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onedirectionfan1 nooo :(

onedirectionfan2 i didn’t know he had a girlfriend

onedirectionfan3 my heart is broken

yourinstagram Hey everyone that is me and I’m not his girlfriend we’re best friends :p Sooo weird that paparazzi took that picture

2012

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harrystyles Deerstagram ?

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onedirectionfan1 HARRY WELCOME TO INSTAGRAM

yourinstagram FINALLYYYYY

niallofficial Hello brother

onedirectionfan2 HARRY IS FINALLY ON INSTAGRAM

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onedirectionnews Harry and YN in Holmes Chapel today filming stuff for the boy’s documentary that will come out next year !

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onedirectionfan1 IM SO EXCITED

yourinstagram Guys.. it was supposed to be a surprise !

↳ onedirectionfan2 we’re going to keep the secret

onedirectionfan3 i know they’re best friends but they would make a cute couple

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harrystyles Bestfriendstagram ?? She’s excited for tour

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onedirectionfan1 HAHAHAH

yourinstagram Harryyyyy why did you post that

↳ harrystyles You look dashing

onedirectionfan2 i wish she and harry dated

onedirectionfan3 DATE DATE

2013

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yourinstagram I GOT INTO COLLEGE !!! I’M GOING TO BE A FASHION DESIGNER !!!

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onedirectionfan1 CONGRATULATIONS

harrystyles Look at miss smart pants

↳ yourinstagram At least i got into college unlike someone else

harrystyles Congratulations I love you

↳ onedirectionfan2 are they dating?

HARRY ON THIS IS US:

“Being on the road it’s amazing, we get to meet new people, see places we used to dream about and sing our songs to hundreds of fans. However, It’s easy to get homesick, having my best friend YN on the road helped a lot with it, but now that she’s off to college I miss that sense of home, but I know that they’re all proud of me, that’s what motivates me”

scenes of yn and harry around holmes chapel and pictures of them during high school were shown through the movie

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yourinstagram Showing him the wonders of college life #NotHarryStyles

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onedirectionfan1 OMG HARRY

annetwist My babies are not babies anymore

onedirectionfan2 harry said YOLO

harrystyles You’re corrupting me

↳ yourinstagram it’s FUN

onedirectionfan3 when are they going to dateee

2014

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onedirectionnews YN was honored at a college gala tonight for being an outstanding alumni in the fashion world this semester and Harry surprised her ! He’s the sweetest

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onedirectionfan1 OMG LOOK AT THEM

onedirectionfan2 harry would literally cross oceans for her, he’s either a great friend or he’s in love

onedirectionfan3 JUST GET MARRIED

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harrystyles My best friend is cooler than yours.

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onedirectionfan1 I LOVE THEM

annetwist ❤️❤️

onedirectionfan2 stop friendzoning each other and get married

yourinstagram My best friend is okay i guess

↳ harrystyles Heeeyyyyyyy

onedirectionfan3 i will always ship them

2015

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yourinstagram Things that I have and Harry Styles doesn’t: a college degree

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onedirectionfan1 SHE’S SO FUNNY

annetwist Congratulations sweet girl ❤️

harrystyles I feel very, very offended. But I’m so, so proud of you

↳ yourinstagram I know, I know

onedirectionfan2 they’re just the perfect couple no one can change my mind

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harryupdates Harry and Kendall Jenner today !

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harryfan1 hello???

harryfan2 NOOOO he’s meant to be with yn :(

harryfan3 he’s not single anymore i guess

harryfan4 cuties

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yourinstagram 2016 will be ours ❤️

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harryfan1 ohhh she has a boyfriend now

annetwist ❤️❤️

harryfan2 there go my hopes of her and harry being together

yourboyfriend Always x

harryfan3 they’re both dating someone else :(

2016

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yourinstagram in love with books and you @yourboyfriend

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harryfan1 so cute :(

gemmastyles I’m happy for you little sis ❤️

harryfan2 i’m still in denial that she’s dating someone and it’s not harry

yourboyfriend My home ❤️

harryfan3 yn and harry are endgame tho

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harrystyles ||| 29.9.16 |||

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harryfan1 OMG HARRY

yourinstagram THEY’RE NOT READYYYYY

jefezoff 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

harryfan2 IM COMING UP

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yourinstagram I designed those “Harry has the X Factor” shirts back in 2010 and now i got the honor to design the entire wardrobe for Harry’s first ever solo cover. Thank you for being my best friend and letting me be by your side through it all. I’m so proud of you @harrystyles ❤️

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harryfan1 so friendzoned it hurts

annetwist You’re making me cry !! Thanks for being in our lives

harryfan2 so cute :(

harrystyles Thank you for always being my #1 fan x

yourboyfriend Congratulations H 🙌🏻

2017

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yourinstagram A polaroid of when i was heartbroken but Harry thought i looked good. Oh and his first solo album comes out next week i’m losing my mind

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harryfan1 SHES SINGLE ???

gemmastyles I love you

harryfan2 i hate that she got her heart broken but oh my god harry this is your chance

harrystyles Losing my mind over here too

harryfan3 they’re both single they need to get together once and for all

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harrystyles See you at midnight everywhere.

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harryfan1 OMG I LISTENED TO IT ITS SOOOO GOOD

annetwist So proud ❤️

yourinstagram sobbing, laughing, screaming. i love you harry look how far you’ve come

harryfan2 OKAY BUT WOMAN IS DEFINITELY ABOUT YN

↳ harryfan3 THATS WHAT I THOUGHT OMG

2018

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harrystyles New York City Two, Live On Tour.

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harryfan1 BABYYY OMG

yourinstagram I can’t believe you recreated that pic you’re going to make me cry

harryfan2 i’m so proud of him

annetwist ❤️❤️

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harryupdates YN at Harry’s show tonight in Nashville!

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harryfan1 CUTIE !

harryfan2 she has been to all the shows :’) my favorite couple of besties

harryfan3 if they don’t realize they’re in love istg

harryfan4 she dedicated sweet creature to her 🥺

2019

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harrystyles FINE LINE. THE ALBUM. DEC 13

Photo: Tim Walker

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harryfan1 OMFG I CANT WAIT

harris_reed Beyond

yourinstagram so damn proud you have no idea 😭😭😭❤️

harryfan2 i wonder how many songs about yn are there now

↳ yourinstagram just one, a diss track

↳ harrystyles Heyyyyyyyyy x

↳ harryfan3 I LOVE THEM

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yourinstagram happy second album release day, h 🤍 i remember when we used to talk about you winning battle of the bands in our school and now we’re here, there’s no one in this world i feel more proud of. i love you. fine line will be yours at midnight

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harryfan1 AWEEE

harrystyles None of this would be possible without you. Thank you for never leaving my side x

↳ harryfan2 they're so damn cute i can't

↳ harryfan3 bro just ask her to marry you

annetwist My babies ❤

2020

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harryupdates Harry and YN in Italy recently !

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harryfan1 OMGGGG

harryfan2 they're quarantining together thats cute

harryfan3 y'all i know they're best friends but don't you feel like ever since last year they've been giving off vibes that they're together

↳ harryfan4 I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT TOO

↳ harryfan5 FOR REAL i know we've clowned about them being together for years but something feels different this time

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yourinstagram get me some more grapejuice @harrystyles ❤

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harryfan1 OHHHH

gemmastyes I miss you kids so much

harryfan2 UMMMM THIS IS GIVING BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND ???

↳ harryfan3 they have been best friends for 10 years in case you didn't know

↳ harryfan2 oh belive me i know but this just feels different

jefezoff ❤

2021

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harrystyles Grammys, March 2021.

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harryfan1 SO PROUD OF YOU

harris_reed Congratulations angel ❤️

yourinstagram still crying. i love you so much

↳ harryfan2 THE WAY SHE DEDICATED THE AWARD TO HER

↳ harryfan3 “this is for my best friend and muse, yn” SHUT UP AND JUST GET MARRIED

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yourinstagram overwhelmed with pride right now and still not over last night. i love you SO much harry, and i’ll always be in awe to see you achieve things, here’s to your first of so many grammys 🥂

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harryfan1 STOP MAKING ME CRY

jefezoff 🥺🥺🥺

harryfan2 y’all they’re finally together, there’s no way they’re not

harrystyles I’ll never say it enough, this wouldn’t be possible without you. Thank you, thank you, thank you x

harryfan3 THEYRE MARRIED WITH KIDS

2022

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yourinstagram There has always been an invisible string tying you to me. It has always been you and me, and that’s the way it’s going to be for as long as we’re here. Happy birthday, love of my life.

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harryfan1 OHHH JESUS

annetwist I knew you were bound to be together from the moment Harry told me about the adorable new girl in school ❤️

↳ harryfan2 ANNE STOOOOOOP

jefezoff Love you both so much

harrystyles You and me. Always x

↳ harryfan3 I USED TO DREAM ABOUT THIS DAY

harryfan4 SO DAMN HAPPY FOR THEM FINALLY

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harrystyles Lucky I’m in love with my best friend. 28 never felt so good x

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harryfan1 NO WAYYYYYY

niallhoran Finally ❤️ Congratulations to the both of you, and happy birthday mate

↳ harryfan2 i bet the boys had been rooting for them for years

calumhood 🥺🥺🥺💖

harryfan3 THEY WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER

harryfan4 so many years of us clowning about them being together and they finally are MY HEART

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in1-nutshell · 2 months

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Hello, how are you?

Can I get a TFA request?

A gender neutral bot Buddy who is Bumblebee's twin sibling and who ends up dating Prowl later on?

Bumblebee and his twin look exactly the same, same body-type, same paint job, they even have the same alt mode.

However, you can tell who is who by watching how they act, Bumblebee is loud and outgoing while Buddy is quiet and introverted around anyone who isn't Bumblebee or Bulkhead.

"Buddy" is not their original designation, their designation used to be "2.0", they changed it to Buddy because Sari called them that one time and they ended up loving it so much that they urged the rest of the team to start calling them that.

Also, when Buddy Bumblebee and Bulkhead met prowl, Buddy slowly approached him kinda like-

Buddy: Hey.

Prowl: …

Buddy: Are you… okay?

Prowl: Do you mind?

Buddy: Oh! You are alive!

Buddy thinks that Prowl is very cool and has a tiny crush on him.

Prowl didn't mind Buddy that much in the beginning, he just saw them as the calmer twin.

However, the more he got to know them, the more he wanted get closer to them.

Yeah, Prowl also has a tiny crush on Buddy.

I think this become too long so I'm gonna cut the request here.

I will the send you the second part soon!

I can just see Buddy explaining to people and bots on the daily that they aren't Bumblebee. They are exhausted.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy who's Bumblebee's twin

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hinted romance, Cybertronian reader

TFA

It was hard having a twin like Bumblebee.

It’s not that they didn’t love him, they loved him to bits.

It’s the problems that always seemed to follow him around.

Being from the same protoform mold, same horn, and even the same paintjob; mix ups were bound to happen.

The best way to figure out which twin was which was to listen to them.

Their twin was loud, extroverted, and much more sociable.

They on the other hand were much quieter, calmer, and less of a chatter box.

Thankfully their twin took responsibility for most of his mistakes.

Most of his mistakes.

How their twin managed to rope them into coming to the Autobot bootcamp was beyond them.

They knew they weren’t going to end up in the Elite Guard or even in the bootcamps.

They didn’t even want to be in the Elite Guard, that was their twins’ dream, not theirs.

But being too loyal twin they were, they followed.

They ended up getting recruited to being one of the maintenance bots for the bootcamps.

It wasn’t the ideal job or position, but at least they would be a bit closer to their twin. The job mainly required them to clean around and occasionally fix ships that would head out for space bridge repairs. If they were lucky enough, they would head out to space with the repair crew in case something went wrong.

Their twin didn’t like being away from him, but he managed to convince himself that this could be a good thing.

He was going to make top marks, letting him have some more freedom to roam around and then have more time to spend with them.

Full proof.

His twin slapped him upside down his helm when they heard his logic.

Everything was going great for him until he met Bulkhead and got his name.

It’s not like he didn’t like him, it was just that he didn’t want to associate himself with the guy so he wouldn’t look bad.

Sentinel was already bad enough; he didn’t want to add to the list.

He did end up meeting his twin a couple of times for cleaning duty though.

That’s where they got to meet Bulkhead.

Bumblebee’s twin waves nervously as the larger green mech waves enthusiastically.

“Woah! Bumblebee look it’s another you!”--Bulkhead

“That’s not another me Bulkhead! That’s my twin!”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee?”

Bumblebee flinched a bit but quickly covers it up with a chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s my new name now. Hey, weren’t you going to get named today?”--Bumblebee

His twin nods a bit.

“Oh, cool what’s your name?”--Bumblebee

“…2.0”—2.0

“What?”--Bumblebee

“That’s my new name now. 2.0”—2.0

“Oh… but it could be worse right?”--Bumblebee

2.0 huffs a bit.

“I guess it can.”—2.0

Bulkhead reaches their servo and shakes it.

“Well nice to meet you then 2.0! I hope we can be best friends like me and Bumblebee!”--Bulkhead

2.0 smiles at him and shakes back.

“I hope that we can be friends too—”—2.0

“2.0! I thought you were going to clean my office! Or do I have to name you Maintenance bot!”--Sentinel

2.0 flinches at the loud noise.

“Was that…”--Bulkhead

“Sentinel Prime? Yep…”—2.0

“He named you? But I thought your boss was supposed to do that.”--Bumblebee

“He was but after a little ‘discussion with Sentinel Prime… he got the rights to name me…”—2.0

Bumblebee’s servos clenched.

2.0 quickly holds his servo.

“Please don’t do anything dumb for me? Please?”-2.0

He looks angry but eventually lets it go.

For his twin’s sake.

After that talk, 2.0 wouldn’t see Bumblebee again for the rest of the month due to their schedules being more demanding on cleaning and repairs.

Soon enough 2.0 was going to be sent out on their very first field repair with their new team.

Imagine their surprise when they saw Bumblebee and Bulkhead’s names on the roster.

“Bumblebee! Bulkhead!”—2.0

Both bots turn around to see 2.0 come towards them.

Bulkhead happily waves at them.

Bumblebee shrinks a bit seeing some fore behind though soft optics.

Optimus and Ratchet look at the two smaller yellow bots.

“…What?”--Optimus

2.0 looks at the newer bots and quickly goes over to them.

“Hello there. I’m 2.0 and I’ll be your maintainer and ships repair bot.”—2.0

Ratchet looks at them and Bumblebee.

“Definitely a lot quieter than the other one.”--Ratchet

“Hey!”--Bumblebee

The older pair quickly found the difference between the twins, much to their relief.

They didn’t know if they could handle two Bumblebee’s.

The day they met Prowl was memorable.

It was 2.0 and Bee who got the cyberninja’s attention and had convinced him to come with them.

2.0 found themselves gravitating more to Prowl than anyone else on the ship.

Not that they didn’t like their team.

2.0 already hung out a lot with their twin and Bulkhead whether on duty or not, much to some of the team’s dismay.

But didn’t mean that they would join the two in their shenanigans.

2.0 looking at their twin and Bulkhead with arm’s crossed.

Prowl is right next to them mirroring the same stance.

Both of them had somehow gotten intangled in Bulkhead’s wreckingball wires.

“…”—2.0 and Prowl

“I know this may look bad—”--Bumblebee

“Understatement of the year.”--Prowl

“—But wouldn’t you like to hear how we got into this and get us out?”--Bumblebee

2.0 raising an optic.

Bumblebee doing his best puppy dog eyes.

“That won’t work on me Bumblebee. Try again.”2.0

“Please 2.0?”—Bulkhead

2.0 looks at Prowl and sighs tiredly.

“…Fine. But I’m doing this for Bulkhead.”—2.0

2.0 starts getting their tools out to fix this mess.

“Wait why just him? I’m your twin!”--Bumblebee

“Yeah you are, but I also know that he got literally roped into this mess because of you. Prowl, mind holding this wire for me?”—2.0

Prowl sighs but holds the wire as 2.0 starts loosening the pair.

“I hate you.”--Bumblebee

“Love you too Bee.”—2.0

2.0 got along well with Optimus.

Being the default leader of the group, 2.0 did have to report to him a lot of the time.

They often saw the poor bot looking stress and they made it their mission to help him with that invisible weight on his chassis.

“Hey Prime.”—2.0

Optimus looking up from his history videos.

“2.0. Is there something wrong?”--Optimus

2.0 just takes a seat next to him.

“Nope, well not yet at least, you seemed a little lonely and looked like you could use a friend.”—2.0

“I’m perfectly fine 2.0.”--Optimus

2.0 raises their optic at him.

“No one is ‘perfectly fine’. But I do get it if you don’t want to talk about it. I just want to be there for my friends, even if its as small as a conversation.”—2.0

“We aren’t having a conversation.”--Optimus

“We are talking back and forth. This is a conversation, checkmate Prime.”—2.0

Optimus sighs a bit, but a little smile does peak out.

“You’re usually hanging out with Prowl by this time, something show up?”—Optimus

2.0 shrugs a bit.

“He thought I was Bumblebee and kicked me out. I’m just waiting till he realizes his mistake.”—2.0

“Really?”--Optimus

“Give him a few minutes, that’s how long it usually takes him to realize.”—2.0

Ratchet and 2.0 had grown a special type of bond.

It had formed while looking through the ships wires making sure that everything was running smoothly.

Some things were some hidden stories that popped up, but never explored more in depth.

2.0 under one of the panels as Ratchet was in charge of handing them the tools.

“These circuit breakers need some replacing soon. These are as old as the war.”—2.0

Ratchet huffs a bit.

“It’s not that old.”--Ratchet

Buddy raises their optic at this comment but ignores it.

“Pass me the wrench, I need to bust some of these—”—2.0

“You will be doing now such thing to him!”--Ratchet

“…”—2.0 and Ratchet

2.0 rolls out from the panel and gives him a sad smile.

“This isn’t your first time on this ship, isn’t it?”—2.0

Ratchet huffs but doesn’t answer.

“If it makes you feel any better, I just the wrench to hold a screen in place while I run some diagnostics. Nothing major, just want to make sure the ship doesn’t stop on us while we’re outside the ports.”—2.0

“…Fine, but be careful with him.”--Ratchet

2.0 smiles and gives him a thumbs up before going back into the panel.

Ratchet smiles when they go back into the panel.

Prowl comes into the room.

“Ratchet have you seen 2.0?”--Prowl

2.0 pops out of the panels.

“Hi Prowl! What can I do for ya?”—2.0

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for kicking you out of my room.”--Prowl

Ratchet raising an optic to the both of them.

2.0 takes time to clarify.

“He thought I was Bumblebee and kicked me out.”—2.0

Ratchet nods.

“The kid can get annoying.”--Ratchet

“Yeah, and I forgive you Prowl. It’s a common mistake.”—2.0

Prowl was different from the rest.

He was one of the quieter and calmer souls on the ship.

Prowl did find 2.0 annoying at first.

Mainly because he thought that Bumblebee had come over to mess around.

It took a while for him to finally tell apart which twin was which from a glance.

Their personalities were like night and day, but physically that was the challenge.

2.0 and Bumblebee standing side by side in front of Prowl.

“What are they doing?”--Optimus

“The kid is trying to see if Prowl can figure out which twin is which after being blindfolded.”--Ratchet

“Good luck with that. Unless one of them talks, there’s no telling—”--Bulkhead

Prowl points at 2.0

“2.0.”--Prowl

“How?!”--Bulkhead

“Lucky guess, next time we’ll get you!”--Bumblebee

Timeskip to after Starscream’s attack and Optimus reviving again

To everyone’s surprise, Sari was the first person to tell the twins apart after the first mistake.

Of course, no one had ever got it the first time, but second time was a first.

“So, your name is 2.0?”--Sari

“Yep. I’m Bumblebee’s twin.”—2.0

“2.0 doesn’t suit you.”--Sari

2.0’s shoulder sag a bit.

“Yeah, but that’s the name they gave me.”—2.0

“But what if we gave you a new name?”--Sari

“A new name?”—2.0

“Yeah!”--Bumblebee

Bumblebee throws an enthusiastic arm around his twin’s shoulder.

“That sounds great! What do you think?”--Bumblebee

“Let’s give it a shot.”—2.0

“Oh how about—“--Bumblebee

“Buddy!”--Sari

All the bots look at Sari.

“What? They are super friendly, and they look like they would be nicknamed Buddy. So why not Buddy.”--Sari

“That has to be the—”--Bumblebee

2.0 carefully holds Sari up smiling.

“—The greatest thing ever! Everyone! My new name is now Buddy!”--Buddy

“But—”--Bumblebee

“Buddy! I like the sound of it.”--Buddy

The team was fine with the change in the end.

Sure, there were a few hiccups here and there but the name 2.0 soon left everyone’s minds when they thought about them.

Sari was also thinking about giving Buddy a new paint job in the future.

Maybe something Prowl might like…

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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I was wondering for your Look for the Light series if you could do a drabble about them figuring out she is pregnant and everyone's reactions?

Oooooo I love this!!

Evergreen

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader plus platonic Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Author’s note: now feels like a good time to mention that Ellie is a little bit older in this series (15-16 years old!!) also I’ve been trying to finish this all day so I’m throwing this and running

Summary: “Nearly everything I know about love, I’ve learnt in my long-term friendships with women.” - Dolly Alderton, Everything I Know About Love aka you find out you’re pregnant [1.5k]

Warnings: pregnancy talks, grief, references to canonical violence, talks of infertility, Ellie being confused, fluff!!

"Are you pregnant?" Maria asks the second you're close enough. You signed up to patrol with her this morning but didn't know she would have a secret sixth sense for detecting if you're pregnant. It's been three months since you and Joel decided to start trying to have a baby, and so far, you haven't noticed any intense early pregnancy symptoms, which is fine. You figured it would take a while to get pregnant, and you and Joel decided to keep it a secret until you knew for a fact that you were pregnant.

"What? No." You say, turning from her to adjust the reigns on your horse, Goldie. Maria crosses her arms over her chest and stares at your profile.

"I don't believe you."

"You don't have to believe me. I'm not pregnant."

"Then, look at me when you say it." She challenges, and you press your tongue into your cheek, shaking your head. How the fuck does she know you so well? You step closer to her and look around to ensure nobody's nearby.

"I'm not pregnant," you repeat, but her gaze doesn't falter. You sigh. "Joel and I are trying, but we're keeping it a secret. There's no reason to get anybody's hopes up, so don't tell anyone, okay?"

"How long ago did you decide this?"

"A couple of months ago."

"And you're sure you're not pregnant?" She asks, and you shrug.

"I mean, I don't feel any different, but I'm a few days late," you say, and she practically beams as the words leave your mouth. "But that doesn't mean anything. When I got pregnant with Jane, I had my period the same month I took the test. Besides, it's not like pregnancy tests are just gonna fall from the sky." You try to bring her back down to earth, but she's already reaching into her bag to hand you a box of pregnancy tests. You look between her and the tests, struggling to put the pieces together.

"You've been spacey, and your boobs got huge last week, so I came to my own conclusion," she says. "I also have great mother's intuition."

"Should I be concerned that you took so much interest in the size of my boobs?"

"I mean, it was kinda hard to miss." She says, and you laugh, turning the box of tests over in your hands to check the expiration date. They're relatively new and don't expire for another year. There's also a good amount in there, at least five or six.

"Where did you even find this?" You ask as you tuck the box into your backpack.

"FEDRA still makes them. They're the shitty ninety-nine cents ones designed in 2003, but it's better than nothing." She explains. You nod and move to pull yourself onto Goldie's saddle when she looks at you expectantly. There's definitely something to be said about the Miller men's taste in stubborn women.

"I promise to take one tonight if you promise to stop talking about my boobs while we're on patrol."

"Done."

"So, she just threw a box of pregnancy tests at you?" Joel asks as he leans against the sink.

"Pretty much," you say as you stand and flush the toilet. The beauty of marriage is that you guys can still have conversations while actively taking three pregnancy tests. You push him out of the way and set them face-down on the counter as you wash your hands. He doesn't go far, lingering at your left. "You really didn't say anything to Tommy?"

"I swear."

"Maria must be a fucking witch then," you mumble as you dry your hands and look up at him. There's a glint in the deep brown of his irises, and you smirk. "Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't look at me like that. That look is how we got here in the first place."

"'M excited." He says as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and kisses your jaw. You cover his hands with yours and indulge him as he sways you back and forth to a song neither of you can hear.

"We don't even know anything for sure. I don't even think I'm actually pregnant."

"Then, why did you take three?"

"I took three when I found out I was pregnant with Jane. It seemed like a good number," you say, and he hums into your neck, unconvinced. The worry scratching at the corners of your brain takes center stage, and you feel like you could puke. You take a deep breath and squeeze his wrist. "I don't want to get our hopes up for something that might not happen."

"What d'you mean?" He asks, pulling away from you enough to look at you.

"What if I can't get pregnant ever again? I've been stabbed, beaten, shot at, starved, left for dead, all of it. And that was fine as long as I survived because I never thought I'd live long enough to want another baby. But now we're here, and I'm scared," you word vomit. Joel doesn't hesitate to hug you tightly, rubbing your back and wrapping you in his warmth. A few tears fall from your eyes and stain his shirt, and you can't stop them. "I don't want to disappoint you."

"Baby, you could never disappoint me, okay? I love you. Hey," he gently holds your face in his big hands and looks at you when he hears you sniffle. "I love you. Nothin' in the world could change that. Nothin' else matters to me except for you and Ellie, and I'm so happy with the both of you. If it's us three forever, that's more than enough. If we do have a baby, that's fine, too. But nothin' about you will ever disappoint me, okay?" He asks, and you nod. He wipes your tears away with his thumbs and kisses your forehead. You still feel uncertain and shaky, but his presence soothes something profound in you.

"I think the tests should be ready." You find your voice, glancing at the three tests staring at you. You turn in his arms and try to find the courage to grab a test off the sink.

"No matter what, we're gonna be okay. We'll always be okay." He says, kissing the spot under your ear, and you nod. You take a deep breath and quickly flip the test over before you can change your mind.

"Oh, shit," you breathe as soon as you spot the dark, unmistakable lines. Joel reaches around you and grabs another one, and another pair of dark lines greet you. You pick the third and final one up and see the positive markings. Three yeses and six identical lines fill you with hope, starkly different than your gut reaction to your three positive tests at sixteen. You turn to look at Joel and find him staring at the test with tears falling down his cheeks. "Oh, baby," you murmur as you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him. "Are these happy tears?" You ask, and he laughs.

"The happiest," he says, and you smile. He buries his head in your neck, and you cry together. At their core, they're happy tears for the new baby you'll be having together, but you know he's remembering when he found out about Sarah the same way you're thinking about Jane. It's bittersweet. You think it always will be. You imagine a huge electric sign pointing to your grief as if it were a nightclub, announcing that love was once here. Then, in the smallest font possible, there is a note stating that love still is. "We're gonna have a baby."

"We're gonna have a baby." You repeat as he kisses you. You would stay there forever, wrapped up in him, but the sound of the front door opening and closing forces you to pull away.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" Ellie calls from downstairs, and your eyes widen at Joel.

"In here!" You yell back. You quickly hide the tests behind your back and do your best to look natural as you stand with Joel in the bathroom with tears staining your faces. You don't hide it very well. Ellie can see that much as she steps into the threshold of your bathroom with the Ellie Stink Face on.

"Why are we all hanging out in here?" She asks, and you can't even answer her. You just hand her the pregnancy test and watch as her mind works. You and Joel are buzzing as you wait for her reaction, hoping for something big and sweet, but she shrugs. "I don't get it." She says, and Joel laughs. Sometimes it's easy to forget that Ellie was born after the world fell apart.

"So, I just took this test to see if I'm pregnant. Two lines mean yes." You explain, and she finally lights up, her eyes bouncing between you and Joel.

"You're gonna have a baby?" She asks, and you nod. "Oh, my fucking God!" She yells as she wraps you in a big hug, jumping up and down with you in her arms.

"Hey, be gentle. There's precious cargo in there." Joel teases, but Ellie barely reacts to his words. Instead, she hugs him, still jumping up and down. There's nothing purer in the world than her squeals of joy and trying to answer her million questions. You like to think that Jane and Sarah are somewhere nearby, maybe in the next room you can't see quite yet, listening and getting just as excited as Ellie.

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m4tthewsgf · 28 days

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Moonlight (pt 2)

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x y/n

A story where a boy who is terrified of love lays his eyes on a girl who's determined to save everyone else, but herself.

prologue, pt1

Warnings: abuse, mention of loosing a love one, language

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Austin’s friends were…questionable, to say the least. They were all so different from me. I clearly didn’t fit it. It was a friend group of 2 boys and only one girl who clearly didn’t like me.

“Another one Austin? Really?” she rolled her eyes as she saw the two of us approach the table. “It’s only been a week since-”

“Jessica, enough,” Austin said through gritted teeth.

“Hey, I’m Jake,” the other boy greeted and nodded his head to me. I smiled at him. Out of the three, he seemed the nicest.

“I’m y/n,” I sat down next to Austin, “I assume you’re Jessica,” I spoke softly to the other girl.

“Good, you have fucking ears,” she spat and shot me a sarcastic smile. Why is everyone here so rude?

I nodded my head at her in defeat, still with a wide smile plastered on my face, as the guy next to me gently patted my shoulder.

“Don’t pay attention to her, she’s just grumpy all the time,” he whispered to my ear with a chuckle.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” I shrugged and turned my head towards her.

“You’re really pretty,” I complimented her wholeheartedly. She truly was; her skin was pale and her hair long, curly and black. I almost envied her beauty.

She just looked up from her phone and I swear if her eyes shot daggers, I would be dead in an instant.

“You have fucking eyes too, nice,” she repeated with the same exact attitude as before. I just nodded once again and returned my attention to the apple that I had placed on the table once I had sat down. I couldn’t even bring myself to eat it, but at least I had some sort of food in front of me, not wanting them to think otherwise.

“So, you’re new here?” Jake asked me, hoping to fill the uncomfortable silence that had fallen between the 4 of us.

“Uh, yeah. Moved here from Long Island a couple of weeks ago,” I replied kindly, with a low voice.

“So, you’re rich?” Jesica had already put her phone down and a slight smirk was evident in her lips, “Doesn’t seem like it,” she judged, her eyes scanning my appearance, silently judging me.

“I uh- I wouldn’t say that, to be honest,” I shrugged.

“Yeah, no shit. I mean, look at you, a fucking rat looks better than you right now-”

“Jessica!” the boys shut her up. Jake looked at me with a sad expression while he sent me a sympathetic grin.

“It’s okay, she’s not wrong,” I chuckled. Did it hurt? Yes. Did I want her to know? Fuck no.

She just looked at me with a confused look at my reaction. She looked sceptical.

“Are you always this smiley? ‘Cause it’s already starting to disgust me,” she spoke again, her voice low but full of poison.

“What’s your fucking problem?” Austin yelled at her and slammed his palm on the table, making me flinch. I didn't like this.

“Look at her! This,” she pointed at me, “is my problem!” Jessica yelled back. I wanted to disappear.

Maybe I didn’t need any friends after all.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to start any of this. I’ll just go,” I quickly apologised and got up from my seat. Austin called out my name, but I didn’t even bother looking at him.

I’d rather spend lunch time in the bathroom than relive this.

I felt like an imposter. I didn’t even know what I did to piss her off that much. Maybe my presence was enough to make her blood boil. Everyone was so different from me. Correction, I was so different from everyone. The kids in this city were rude and ruthless. They looked put together and wore designer’s clothes. They were all in each other’s league and there was I, a nobody in a place filled with somebodies.

Not that in Long Island was any different. There were a lot of rude and ruthless kids there too, but kindness was more evident in my home city. The school I attended was a supportive community and no form of bullying was accepted. Even though I still didn’t have any friends there, school felt more like home than my own house. At least I knew that the teachers cared and looked out for me, unlike my mom. Plus, my brother was still alive. That fact alone was enough to make any kind of mental pain I was feeling at the time vanish.

I sighed at myself at the memories that rushed through my mind as I walked towards the bathroom, hoping that it wouldn’t be as chaotic there as it was in the cafeteria. I felt tears brim in my eyes. Why did I feel like crying? I certainly didn’t want to cry. I blinked my eyes a couple of times to get them out of my waterline.

I pushed the bathroom door open and quickly got into a stall. A deep sigh escaped from my lips as I relaxed knowing that I was on my own. I pulled out my notebook and continued writing in it.

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“Mom, I’m home!” I yelled once I entered the living room, but no answer. I heard muffling from the kitchen.

“Mom?” I called out again and started making my way towards the sound.

“I fucking heard you the first time, kid” she groaned. She was putting her bottles of freshly bought liquor on the counter. Chills ran through my spine.

Great.

“I thought you didn’t, sorry,” I sheepishly said and my eyes fell on my shoes, too scared to look at her. She just stood there, staring at me.

“How was school?” she asked and I swear I could feel my face light up at her question.

“Oh! It was um-”

“Whatever, you got any money? I need to buy groceries” she cut me off. The small smile that had formed in my face dropped, my eyes turning into a thin line.

Dumb. That's what I was. How did I even think she was the slightest interested in my day?

“Mo- money?” I repeated, trying to decipher if I was hearing correctly.

She couldn’t be serious right now.

“Yes, kid. Mo-money,” she mocked, “You got any?”

“Mom, you literally bought 10 bottles of liquor! That costs hundreds of dollars! You spent my brother’s money on that and not on groceries?” I snapped at her. I was mad and disappointed, even though I had no reason to be. I knew her. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I just hoped that maybe someday, one day, she would actually care about me and my wellbeing.

“That’s right, your brother’s money. And since that moron isn’t around anymore, I do whatever the fuck I want with it,” she spat. I flinched at her raised voice.

“Don’t talk about him like that!” I yelled at her back. She could say whatever she wanted about me, but talk shit about my brother? That was something I couldn't tolerate. My hands turned into shaking fists.

“Why? What are you gonna do, huh?” she launched forward and grabbed my wrists harshly, having noticed the way my fingers had turned into balls, making me unable to move them.

“You- you’re hurting me, mom!” I choked. I was close to crying. The way she was holding me felt like I was in shackles. I was sure her grip on me would leave marks on my skin.

“I asked you something, you ungrateful bitch,” she said through gritted teeth, her face so close to mine I could feel her hot breath on my skin.

“I- I have a couple dollars left,” I stuttered and she released me from her hold with an evil smile on her wrinkled face.

“See? Not that hard, hm?” she sang and motioned me to give it to them. I obeyed, with a shaking body and an unstable breath.

I tried my best to keep my composure in front of her. I hated crying in front of others, and most importantly my mom, if I could even call her that. I didn’t want anyone to know how weak I actually was. I didn’t want them to know how easily I could break. And I didn’t want to give them the chance to hurt me.

There was only one person I could fully trust and be myself with, and that person wasn’t there anymore. I hoped he was somewhere in the clouds watching over me, guiding and guarding me. I didn’t even believe in heaven and hell but if one person deserved to go to the former, it would be him. He was the purest soul, the one who taught me how to be kind and always be there for others. I should have been there for him, too.

I felt my heart clench and my breathing quicken. Air. I needed air.

Maybe I should go for a walk.

I grabbed my keys and notebook and headed back outside.

I had taken a couple of walks in the area after I moved to Boston just to get to know my new neighbourhood so I wouldn’t get lost in it. It was a pretty place, with a lot of greenery and nature. It brought me some kind of comfort, for some reason.

I found a bench near a park and decided to sit in it, not wanting to be surrounded by other people. The last thing I wanted to do was be with others.

Alone. That's what I was. I didn't have anyone. I didn't feel like I needed anyone to be fair. I loved spending time on my own, doing things that brought me a bit of joy without any stress or guilt. I loved being on my own, but actually being alone, with anyone to trust and talk to crushed me. Not because I didn't have anyone, but because others didn't have me. I wanted to be needed, to be someone that was needed, and I clearly wasn't.

My hands start to shake and suddenly I felt like I couldn't breathe. Distractions.

I needed distractions.

I scanned over the area hurriedly, trying to find something interesting enough to catch my attention until I saw a cute couple cuddling against the grass. They were beautiful. I could feel the immense amount of love they held for one another just from the way their hands were intertwined and they way their eyes turned practically into hearts while looking at each other. I felt my body relax at the sight. I smiled at them, even though I was way too far for them to see it, and quickly started sketching them.

As I was doing so, I found myself wondering how love feels like. Like, actual love. The kind of love in which you feel butterflies in your tummy, the one that’s shown in movies.

‘Maybe in another life,’ I thought to myself while finishing the quick sketch.

I really wanted to keep it, but I felt selfish to do so, even though I couldn’t stop staring at it. I felt like I was tressuring a moment that wasn’t even mine, a moment I shouldn’t even hold in my arms, something I was sure I’d never get to have on my own. I got up from the bench and made my way to the couple.

“Hey,” I spoke softly, not wanting to spook them, “I’m sorry, I hope I don’t look like a creep right now, but I saw you guys cuddling and I couldn’t help but draw yall. I thought you might want it,” I shyly admitted and handed the girl the already ripped page. They both gasped.

“Holy shit! Look, she even got the details on your hat!” the girl shouted excitedly and I chuckled at her reaction. The boy next to her nodded, his eyes wide, observing the way their figures made out of charcoal looked exactly like them. I felt proud of my skill.

“Thank you so much for this, you’re really talented,” he said and finally looked up from the paper and his girlfriend nodded in agreement. His eyes were familiar.

“No problem,” I shook my head at him.

“What’s your name?” she asked with a glint in her eyes.

“Y/n,” I smiled at her.

“Thank you, y/n. I’m Emily,” she spoke softly, “you go to Somerville? I think I saw you today,” she added with furrowed eyebrows.

“You did?”

“Yeah, I remember that hoodie. I wanted to ask you where you got it from, but I chickened out,” she shyly chuckled and I grinned at her honesty.

“O-Oh, I honestly don’t know, it’s an old one from my brother’s” I answered hesitantly.

“Well, let me know if he tells you where it’s from. It’s sick as fuck,” Emily said before returning

her attention to the drawing in front of her.

“Right,” I whispered to myself, my smile dropping. “Well, I’ll just leave you two be now, sorry for interrupting,” I bid them and started walking away from them.

“Wait,” the boy stopped me after a while. I turned my head towards them. He was already on his feet, making his way to me.

“Here,” he gave me a 20 dollar bill. My eyes widened at his action.

“Oh god, please no, I can't accept that!” I shrieked. Did I actually look that poor?

“Please do, it's the least I can do for what you just gave us. Use it to buy more shit for your drawings, hm?” he smiled at me. Kind.

He was kind.

My mouth was hung open for a while before I recovered. I shyly thanked him and made my way back home.

I mentally didn't want to go back there, but my feet walked on their own. My body screamed exhaustion, my shoulders were slouching and my eyebags had turned even darker. I needed sleep.

The whole walk I couldn't stop thinking about my interaction. He looked so similar, yet so different. But he was for sure not like the kids from my school. His girlfriend is lucky. He seemed to be a generous soul. Her too. They looked perfect for one another.

Once I got back home, I quickly made my way up to my room, not even announcing my return or caring about where my mother was and what she was doing. I couldn't deal with her at the time.

I changed into my sleepwear and noticed the bruising that was starting to form on both of my wrists. I sighed at myself and I felt my lip start to quiver.

“You're okay. You're okay. You're okay,” I repeated to myself with a shaking voice. I took a couple of deep breaths before wiping the shed tears away from my eyes and crawled into my bed.

“It's gonna be a better day tomorrow,” I whispered to myself before drifting off to sleep.

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writerlyhabits · 2 years

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Shine and Polish

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Request: "Din catches you cleaning/polishing his armor for him (something usually only done between courting Mandos) and gets all shy explaining the implications to you send tweet"

Warnings: mild language, mature themes, Din in sweatpants, I think that's it?? Idk it's a short one

AN: I want to formally apologize to all of you who sent Din requests to my inbox that have been sitting there for a while, I promise I see you, I just had such a hard time finding the right motivation and inspiration for these pieces. Hopefully I can get the others pumped out in a decent timeline as well 🤞 Thanks @deceiverofgodss for bullying me into working on this, ily 💛 I hope you guys enjoy!

The beskar armor was a large part of his intimidation. It widened his frame – which was admittedly big enough without it – making him bulkier, heavier, a force to be reckoned with. It represented the history of warriors before him, Mandalorians through generations maintaining their reputation of being a people you don’t come back from a fight with. The dark visors and emotionless helmets only helped on that front, he couldn’t even count how many people had tried to back their way out of trouble with one silent look from him.

Each beskar’gam was unique to the Mandalorian wearing it, and they take special care to make sure it looks as intimidating as wearing it makes them feel. Some go out of their way to paint their beskar, symbolizing their journey with specific colors and designs of their heritage. For Din, it’s keeping the pure metal shined and polished – it turns heads and sends a whisper through the crowd at the mere sight of him.

It takes a lot to keep it that way.

He’d had to get his new armor after the Mud horn, but getting out the mud caked into the rest of it had taken much longer than he cared to admit. Being swallowed by the Krayt Dragon and then walking through the Tatooine desert had left him scrubbing the dried goo from crevices he didn’t know existed for hours after you and the kid had fallen asleep. And now, he could only imagine the hassle it would be getting all the blood that kriffing Nexu had gotten all over his armor.

Din was damn near ready to collapse when you all had gotten back to your room at the inn, but he could feel the dirt and grime that was building up underneath his flight suit. He watched you launch Grogu into the air a few times, hugging him close as you flopped down onto one of the small beds, and sending a wink Din’s way.

You were a saint. With the kid nestled into your arms and properly distracted, he began stripping off his Beskar and setting it down on the caf table. He’d have to get to it after he got out of the ‘fresher. One more glance over at you, smiling to himself as little green hands grabbed your cheeks to try and escape your barrage of kisses, and he slipped into the bathroom.

The reflection looking back at him in the mirror was rough, to say the least, but when the hot water pounded into his skin the rest of the galaxy faded away.

It felt like heaven. He let it run across his face as he tried to revive his hair, though he didn’t know what difference it would make, it would be flattened under the helmet again once he stepped out. The pressure of the water worked wonders on the knots in his shoulders. He’d have to find a way to get those out sooner rather than later. Maybe he could sweet talk you into helping… He could just imagine how your nimble fingers would feel gliding across his skin, easing his muscles, gripping his shoulders while he-

No. That was enough of that. Dangerous territory Djarin, keep it together.

You’d been traveling with Din for… well, it had been a long time now. You’d been with him through thick and thin, been there well before he’d picked up a strange bounty from an imperial imp, and fallen in love with the little green bounty just as much as he had. And after having lost the kid and gotten him back, a handful of times Din had still yet to tell you how he felt. At least, not in a way you’d be able to pick up on.

Each day that passed where he would choke on his words, he watched you instead. He knew what would catch your eye as you walked through the markets on rural planets, he knew your favorite foods and could tell what you would get for yourself – often before you did. He knew how to read your body language as well as you had come to read his, and you were so in tune with each other that it felt as if you’d known each other your whole lives.

So why couldn’t he just fucking say what he meant? Instead, he stood by your side and watched as that pretty smile formed on your cheeks, watched your eyes sparkle in the starlight, watched you smother Grogu in loving affection… All he ever did was watch.

He wanted to take your hand for more reasons than pulling you along behind him, he wanted to do it for no reason. He wanted to stand too close and put his hand at the small of your back, brush his bare thumb across your cheek to comfort you, hold you close to keep you warm late at night. He wanted to run his hands over all your curves, see your pupils blown wide as you looked up at him, feel you quiver beneath him as he-

Dank farrik, cut it out. Din turned the water ice cold to shake himself of the thoughts, pushing them back into the corners of his mind where they belonged. He couldn’t afford to think of you like that, not while he kept watching without saying a damn word about how he felt.

He took his time leaving the room that was now filled with humid air and steam from his shower. It had made it easier to clean the blood that had splattered on his helmet, polishing it to look as clean as he felt. He dressed in a fresh set of lounge clothes – an investment he’d made at your insistence, and one he’d thanked you for every time the soft clothes draped against his skin – and placed the helmet back on his head, ready to face the rest of his party once again.

With you, he was prepared for anything. He loved your wild spirit, a shining beacon of your warmth in a galaxy that was otherwise cold and unkind. What he wasn’t prepared for was to see you sitting on the floor with his beskar in your hands, half of the pieces on the caf table having been cleaned and polished.

It was times like these he was thankful he was hidden behind the helmet, because his cheeks were burning in an incriminating shade of red.

“I like your pants, Din,” you smiled, only looking up from his shoulder piece to give him a playful smirk. And was that..? Of fucking course it was the one with his signet. Cause that’s what he needed right now. “Those the really soft ones I convinced you to get on Naboo?”

“I- yeah… they’re uh, nice,” he managed, feet rooted to the spot, unable to take his eyes off of the way you were being so delicate with his armor.

“Oh, they’re nice. Well, aren’t you chatty.” Any other time, he might’ve laughed. Currently, his brain was rewiring itself. His lack of response must have been noticeable because now you were setting your rag aside and giving him a concerned look. “Is everything okay?”

If ever there was a loaded question, that would be it.

“Yeah, just fine.” A cock of your eyebrow told him that you didn’t believe him, but he couldn’t seem to get any words of consolation out of his mouth. A few more beats of silence passed, Din tried swallowing the lump in his throat a few times, and then he saw something in your expression shift. You were figuring it out… Your focus shifted back down to the shoulder piece in your hand, drifted to the others on the caf table beside you, and found his again with worry in your eyes.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“No,” he was quick to assure you. “No, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Are you sure? I haven’t broken some sacred bond between you and your armor?” His heart was hammering in his chest, but you were still able to get an amused huff out of him, which you had told him were barely audible outside of the helmet. He shook his head to answer your question, and in response, you set the now shining shoulder piece back with the rest of his armor. “Will you tell me what’s going on then? You’re freaking me out.”

Maker, where would he start?

He took a deep breath and decided to take a seat on the floor across from you, leaning against the side of the table. He bent his knees so his feet were flat – grounding him, in a way – his arms rested on top of them. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, possibly giving the appearance that he was relaxing, giving his body a rest. It couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

“When a Mandalorian cleans another’s armor, it’s a representation of trust,” he started, figuring it would be better if he led with an explanation instead of a blunt answer. “The one removing their armor becomes vulnerable, unprotected by their beskar; they are trusting the other with that vulnerability. And as the other polishes the armor they’ve been trusted with, they help prepare them for battle.”

“That’s beautiful,” you whispered, and only then did he dare look at you. A soft smile graced your cheeks, very visibly put at ease at not having made some great offense to his creed.

“It’s… a very common courting ritual.” Your eyes widened, and your lips parted in realization. Din didn’t know if he wanted to grab you, pull you into his lap and tell you exactly what had been on his mind the second he saw you with his armor… or if he wanted to run from the room until you could both forget about this entirely.

He was on the verge of opening his mouth to take it back, to assure you it didn’t always have to mean something that significant – even if that would be a lie – but you beat him to the punch.

“Tell me more,” you lilted, head tilted in curiosity. “What else do courting Mandos do?” His nerves would have done well with a very large glass of spotchka to have this conversation, though having a sober judgment was probably in his best interest.

“Mandalorians are big on hidden meanings, a lot of what we do tends to symbolize something bigger.”

“I’ve noticed,” you smiled, easing his nerves enough to get another small laugh out of him.

“In a way, it’s somewhat similar to any other relationship. Building trust, getting to know each other, spending time together. The difference is in that underlying meaning, our rituals intended to show how together you both will honor the Resol'nare.” He paused to give you a minute to take it in, stop him if you needed further explanation, but your evident eagerness prompted him forward. “They usually represent how you will contribute to the community together, how you will provide for one another. How you will rear children together.”

That last statement made his heart skip and sent an electric shot through his body – and to a part of him that didn’t need to be present in this conversation.

“I guess that makes sense, there’s no Resol’nare in a non-mando relationship, but you still try to figure out how a life together is going to look,” you agreed. “Are most of your rituals like this one? Providing acts of service to your partner?”

“A good many of them, yes. Polishing armor, cleaning weapons…” You were too clever for him to get away with this, he saw the slight tilt of your lips as the same realization hit you both; he always cleaned your weapons for you. Even after he’d taught you how to clean your blaster, he would hold out his hand and make some kind of excuse about it being easier since he was already cleaning his own.

He could recover from this. “Some gift handcrafted weapons, and if their bond is strong enough, those weapons will bear the other’s signet.” He’d yet to give you a mudhorn, that one was easy. Given, there weren’t very many items that had a mudhorn on them in passing, otherwise he might not have been able to resist the temptation. But while he was in the clear, he watched the slight drop in your demeanor.

“Are you allowed to so openly wear someone else’s signet?”

“Not on your armor. But with a weapon, it is a gift that you may carry the other’s signet while courting, not necessarily that you may wear it as your own.” You nodded in understanding, and he waited for that slight knowing smile to come back to your cheeks, and was surprised at his disappointment when it didn’t. He was in the clear, you wouldn’t suspect him…

And maybe he didn’t want that anymore.

“That one is more formal, but there are others to do with hunting and providing,” he said quickly, acting on instinct to try and reel you back in. “A basic, instinctive display of protection; bringing meats and hides from your hunt, preparing their favorite foods…” He couldn’t find the words to continue anymore when your gaze met his visor and softened. You figured him out, and his heart may have been beating in his ears, but he was no less confident in his quiet admission.

“Din?” you asked gently, and he said your name in acknowledgement. “Have you been flirting with me?”

“Yes.” The sparkling smile that spread across your cheeks sent a warm feeling through his body.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I needed time. That was the only way I knew how to do anything about it without making a fool of myself, or ruining one of the few good things that I have,” he smiled, and you turned away from him to hide your own flustered expression.

“That’s not fair! I didn’t know that’s what you were doing,” you laughed.

“That was the point,” he smiled, and you shook your head exasperatedly as your gaze settled back out into the room. He followed your line of sight, landing on the child as he sat happily in the cocoon of blankets and toys you had crafted for him on one of the beds.

Din felt a familiar ache as he watched his foundling, one that longed for these little domestic routines with your mis-matched family. He tried to ignore them because of the desire for you they had a tendency to inspire, despite the fact that no matter what he liked to call you, the three of you were a family in your own way. And yet, this time felt different. It felt comfortable.

He caught your movement in his peripherals, turning his head slightly to find you grinning curiously at him. “Now that I know… how do you feel?” He took a second to inhale before he responded, steadying himself.

“That depends. Other than your piqued interest, I still don’t have an answer to how you feel.” He was sure you saw right through him; he wasn’t an ignorant man, he could assume how you felt based on your response. But he’d done enough of that. Besides, it was your turn to be the one spilling your guts.

“Well… I’ll tell you that now I know where I’ll pick up dinner tonight.”

“That’s not what I-”

“The cantina we passed in town, they have that soup I know you love,” you started, quick to cut him off and make him see your damn point. “I don’t know if it counts because I didn’t prepare it, but that’s the best I can do for now. You’re just gonna have to read between the lines, Mandalorian.” He only stared at you for a few moments, taking in your growing smile, warm and mischievous in a way that was so unique to you.

You were flirting back at him.

You liked him.

Instead of finding words to reply, having used up his usual quota, Din shifted in his place on the floor to reach out for you. Your soft laughter lit up his entire body as he pulled you closer, and you slid into his lap with ease. He could no longer deny himself with your half-spoken admission, giving in to the part of him that needed to have you close as often as he could manage.

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⁀➴ My (Not So) Failed Valentine – Ajax x GN! Reader

╰┈─➤ In which after seven years since a failed confession, two childhood friends reunite close to Valentine's Day. Are things going to end well this time, or will the past repeat itself?

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✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!!: Crying, self-blaming.

✦⸼࣪⸳ A/N: That's my first time writing a fic bigger than 3k and for romance. I tried my best so I hope you guys can enjoy reading it! <3

✦⸼࣪⸳ Comments and Reblogs are highly appreciated! <3

The calendar marked January 14th, 2024. There was only a month away from Valentine's Day, a perfect date for many, a day where you can confess your buried feelings to the one you love, and receive chocolate for free from the people around you; is there anything more romantic than being truthful about your feelings on the day of love?

For [Name], February 14th could also be seen as a cursed day for those who don't share the same feelings as a dear one, and instead of love cards, those people would only receive nothing but pain and sorrow that would create scars that would last years (if described by a rejected teenager). And sadly, they were one of those involved in a case of unrequited love.

But as the years pass by, people also grow older and wiser. At least, that's what they've been telling themselves to excuse their lack of romance. Just the thought of all those red and pink heart decorations and stuffed bears were enough to make them cringe.

Every single Valentine's Day for them was marked with platonic gifts reserved for those who really mattered. There was never once a romantic intention coming from them, which was something they felt very self-conscious of.

It wasn't like they were the “Valentine's Day Scrooge” or anything like that, they held their friends and family dearly. It's just that they never got the appeal for romance that was daily broadcasted on TV, making them question themselves if there was something wrong about the way they saw the concept of love.

[Name] could still recall those moments during childhood where they couldn't help but be kind of ignorant about their friends rant about their crushes and imaginary scenarios. There were even moments in which they faked having crushes on the “popular” boys in middle school, just to convince themselves that they indeed had a thing for someone just like the rest of their peers.

And unfortunately, they could say it was what would lead to a few quarrels caused by their lack of empathy for their friend's love life. But it never made sense for them, like, if you don't like the way your boyfriend treats you – and you've already talked with him about it – then why bother staying with him? Can't you just kick his ass out and move on?

But now, as an adult, they have a better understanding of relationships. Or at least they now knew not to meddle in someone's life choices – though [Name] does agree some of them were dumb as hell and makes them rethink about their own choices.

And with a month away from Valentine's Day, [Name] felt like they could peacefully start their new job at designing cards for the big company she had the luck to join in. Although the amount of stress they go through isn't fully appreciated in the paycheck, it wasn't that bad knowing they now had a stable job for years to come.

The last thing they expected though, when stepping inside the meeting room, was to face their childhood friend – and failed valentine – Ajax, who was now their senior. Were their eyes playing tricks on them or was he really in front of them for the first time in like, seven years?!

They felt the urge to bury themselves inside a hole and not come out until the whole thing was over. But their nervousness surely didn't come unnoticed by him, whose face they saw lightening up slightly at the sight of the familiar face between the multiple people in the room.

They thought that someone working with an ex was the worst that could happen, [Name] had friends that could give them some tips if that was the case. But working with their last, and failed, valentine from high school was absolutely embarrassing to no end.

They tried to keep their cool and work as they should for the next few. It was a stable job, but they shouldn't let it hinder their work performance. But no matter how much they tried, they couldn't dismiss the pair of blue eyes that seemed to follow their every step.

And of course, they were there, 15 days left for Valentine's Day, designing cliche cards once again. [Name] wanted to do something nice, really, but their ideas were mostly not approved since the company had to keep a specific pattern or something like that.

[Name] couldn't agree more that working overtime wasn't really their thing, but sacrifices had to be made if they wanted to get better opportunities in the future. Perhaps one day things would get better, or so they hoped.

Except that [Name]’s worst obstacle was that it was extremely hard to concentrate when alone with him. Why did everyone leave earlier? Why couldn't someone else stay here too to break the growing tension hovering in the air? They felt like they were suffocating just by staying there.

As they finished the last cards for today, their sweaty fingers finally left the pencil. Was it their growing nervousness or the feeling Ajax's gaze was glued at them was actually right?

A few minutes later, they saw him get up from his seat to somewhere else. And just like that, they were going to furtively escape from the scene by the back corridors. No childhood friend to face, no emotional damage from remembering bad moments; just peace.

Or so they thought.

“[Name].”

They looked up to see a tall figure. A mature face, different from the boyish complexion they held so dearly in their memories. His fiery ginger hair and deep blue eyes that made him able to easily find in a crowd were still there, now present in an adult man. What they didn't remember though were the small freckles under his eyes, guess that's the effect time has in one's memories.

Their eyes scanned the name highlighted on his work tag, Tartaglia. He never used his first name around high school because of the jokes that came with it because of the fact it was taken from a hero's story. Seems like this fact hasn't changed.

“Tartaglia…” they read it out loud accidentally, and so their cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

“It's okay to keep the Ajax, I'm only going by my second name at work for now. But don't worry, I'm still the same old me you know,” his tone was playful as they remembered how it used to be, but there was something unnerving about it; a feeling of unfamiliarity they couldn't explain. So even the way they heard his voice was affected by the time? Because that's definitely not how they recalled his playful remarks at all.

“Are you willing to catch up with a nice dinner? I know a good restaurant nearby and— Oh, it's on me though.”

They spent a few seconds looking at him dumbfounded. “Still the same old me you know” their ass; Ajax would never, NEVER, offer to pay someone else's food. They always had to play rock, paper, scissors to get him to buy anything in the school's canteen.

They couldn't help but get nervous when the silence between them was starting to get too uncomfortable for their liking, so their only rational reaction was:

“Of course… so we can... dinner.”

They felt their heart calm down as they watched his grin widen ever so slightly, he was clearly overjoyed on the inside. And as he made his way through, he gave their shoulder a light pat.

“Perfect! See you tomorrow at 7 p.m. then. I'm sure we'll have a lot to talk about.”

And so they were left standing alone in the white corridor. They didn't know if Ajax, or Childe, had truly gone insane or if he just had forgotten about the whole situation that made their friendship crumble in front of their very eyes.

[Name] went straight to bed as soon as they got home, no dinner or anything else that could have been done. That small interaction with Ajax had been tiring enough for their poor heart. Yet they couldn't help but wonder: how did things go downhill in the first place?

8:50 p.m.

Oh how much they wanted to stand him up, but that would be too cruel and uneducated of them. So they happened to be here, in front of him as they both dined together in a fancy restaurant. They tried to smile, yet the doubt of if he was really the same guy they studied with during their whole life was going to be the end of them. In their eyes, he seemed so much more mature and smarter than them, and they used to be the brains of the duo!

“Is it to your liking?”

They felt as if their thoughts were cut in half with his question; eyes going up to meet his own VA as the two shared a good portion of seafood, though neither of them shared a preference over food.

The more [Name] stared at those deep blue eyes, the more they couldn't help but notice how they had lost a bit of the light they used to hold.

“Yes. It definitely is,” they smiled at him politely before cleaning their mouth with a napkin. “I'm happy you remembered me. It's been… seven years.”

The last part left a bitter taste on their tongue as they fell back into their thinking. They hadn't seen each other in several years and now have to share a work relationship while carrying the memory of a long date friendship. Hell, were they even considered friends after all this time?

One could say the circumstances behind their severance were kind of frivolous.

“Do you really think I would forget my childhood friend that easily ?” Their eyes followed him as Ajax took a sip from his glass before opening a smirk. “A rejection doesn't change the way I see you, not even in the slightest.”

“Oh, I see…”

He chuckled at them for absolutely no reason, which left them thinking if he was laughing at them or something.

“Are you really going to laugh at me now?” They crossed their arms incredulously, their guard fell completely.

“I'm not laughing at you, I swear!” His voice came out laced with a laugh, making him less credible.

“Then what are you talking about, Ed Sheeran jr.—”

That was when [Name] realized they had messed up. It was common in the past for them to call each other names in a lighthearted manner, only for the jokes. But they didn't have the same level of intimacy as before, so it must have come out as rude.

“I'm so sorry…”

“There's nothing to be sorry for. It makes me happy you're being more like yourself, I was finding it strange that you hadn't cursed me yet.”

Their worries subsided as they saw the way his face carried a grin they hadn't seen in years. If anything, it was heartwarming to know he still held the same humorous personality behind his adult manners.

“But to see a sleepyhead like you working overtime… Time's really passed, huh?”

Sleepyhead? He wasn't quite wrong, they had the tendency to sleep on every single break. They did even skip lunch just to take a nap before those boring math classes.

“I actually… I want to buy new stuff for my house, so…”

That was the most idiotic lie they ever told in their whole life, and it made them want to hide under that table and scream.

“You want to buy sanrio merch, right?”

“...Yes. I want that Pochacco backpack so much.”

They felt like punching him when they saw the way he covered his mouth to muffle his laughter, which he was trying his best to suppress in order to not anger [Name].

Their grip on the napkin on top of their lap tightened. Though [Name] had a smile on their face, a few doubts crossed their head like a storm.

“Tell me, Ajax…”

His attention shifted completely to them, eyes focused on theirs as he waited for the next words that would come out of [Name]’s mouth.

“Why don't you resent me?”

“Have you ever done anything wrong in the first place?”

“...”

Their mind went back to February 12th, 2017. Two days before Valentine's Day and the day their friendship's downfall finally reached its breaking point:

“Not gonna lie, you're quite bad at it.”

They pointed to the paper with an exasperated sigh. Ajax's answers were quite dumb, as if he was purposely messing up his homework. But [Name] knew better than to expose his behavior in front of the class.

Ajax and [Name], the childhood friends who would soon become the perfect couple (if they could even be counted as one) in their class. Though they would quickly dismiss any kind of teasing from their classmates, always insisting they were nothing but good friends.

One may find it cute and wholesome when a whole class is determined to set such a pairing together; the chemistry existed and would be explored no matter what. But under all the matchmaking, was the pressure on them to just officialize an union. It was one thing when teenagers shipped a couple; but when adults did, that meant things were serious.

[Name] was tired of hearing jokes on how they would make a great partner to Ajax in the near future. As much as [Name] wanted to dismiss those comments, they couldn't help but give up every time they saw Ajax's embarrassed behavior. Sure, they both would get like that when receiving a comment like that. But the way his eyes softened and his ears reddened at the mention of the two as a couple was… interesting.

For [Name], that genuine smile from ear to ear whenever his mother would compliment them both was something they loved so much about Ajax, they didn't feel it in them to break his heart.

[Name] tried to like him back, they swear they tried to. Yet, those feelings they were supposed to have for him never existed no matter how much they tried. They did everything they could: put his photo as their wallpaper, learn his favorite songs, root for him in his soccer games, send him cute messages before going to sleep, talk about him to their friends in a loving way; they tried absolutely everything a teenager would do when in love. So why couldn't they feel the butterflies in their stomach whenever they saw them?

It felt overwhelming to have all eyes glued to them two, when everything [Name] wanted was to just finish this hell of an assignment. They hoped the teacher's ear would be burning from the amount of curses they mentally sent to him. From the whispers coming from the gossipers seated behind them to the stares of students from another class, it was getting exhaustive.

But the worst part was that he most probably held feelings for them. And the guilt of not being able to correspond those feelings was haunting their nights and leaving them sleepless.

As long as they knew, the two of them have been best friends since 8th grade. That was the main reason as to why they couldn't help but pretend to be oblivious to his recent flirting and small advances, they didn't want to lose a years long friendship.

They couldn't help but spent some time thinking if they were just playing with his feelings. They never said they liked him, but also never did the contrary. And the last straw was definitely when, two days before that year's Valentine's Day, when they overhead the following sentence:

“Haven’t you heard? Ajax's going to confess his feelings for [Name].”

They shook their head, snapping out of those memories and coming back to reality. They weren't in a classroom but having a friendly dinner with Ajax.

“I do think that—”

They were cut short by the waiter's sudden appearance. It happened that Ajax had called for him before they started that small discussion. In the man's work tag, the name Leonardo was highlighted. A cool name—

Wait, they shouldn't be distracted by a random person's name. They had to and would pay for that dinner. It wasn't a matter of wanting, but their pride was in line here. Letting Ajax pay would only add to their pile of regrets about him.

“I'll pay.”

His face instantly filled with confusion as he reached his wallet. “What are you talking about, I thought we had agreed this dinner was on—”

“You’re my senior, so it's only right for me to pay for this amazing food. Thank you for your guidance.”

[Name] smiled at him, their credit card already suffering with the food's price. They were crying on the inside, cursing themselves internally for their own pride. Maybe letting him pay was a better option for their pockets and heart.

And just like that, Ajax would have the dinner he wanted and they would get a high credit card bill at the end of the month.

“What's up?”

“Ah!” They jumped from their chair. What was with Ajax and giving people scares like that?! He really hasn't changed much since school.

[Name] quickly went back to their seat after feeling their coworkers glaring at them curiously. A mental note to take revenge on him was made as they finished typing on the keyboard.

“Please, don't give me a scare like that!” they whispered exasperatedly, a pout on their face.

“Sorry, I just came to check your progress. Let's just say those papers don't fill themselves alone.”

They felt his gaze go to their projects, which were scattered around the desk. The company's mascot, from which he secretly collected plushies of, was stamped in all those cards. Once the Valentine's Day decorations were ready, Easter would be their main focus.

“I liked this one, it has a nice shade of red—”

“It's pink.”

“Oh, right. It's definitely pink… you passed the test.”

They couldn't help but let a chuckle escape from their lips as Ajax's figure stepped out of their sight. And Ajax couldn't help but remember himself of what happened all those years ago and how stupid their severance was.

If there was something Ajax never understood, was why he and [Name] couldn't be treated as normal friends instead of a couple. There wasn't a single person in his life that hasn't ever shipped him and his best friend, to the point he had to hear those kinds of jokes from his own family. But it wasn't that bad, was it? He really liked them, after all.

“I'm so jealous of you, Tartaglia.”

“Hm? May I know why?” He couldn't help himself from raising an eyebrow at one of his peers' comments. Why would they be jealous of someone like him? There wasn't anything that special in his life other than being good at soccer.

“Come on! We all know you already have [Name] as your valentine! I've even heard them talking to their friends about the loveliest things regarding you, they're surely in love.”

Ajax felt his ears burning up after the comment he just heard. The truth was that he kept his crush on [Name] deep inside his heart; and it was starting to get bothersome to hear his friends talking like that once again, since it only added up to his anxiousness. But trying to dismiss people's comments always ended up in more headaches, so he just learned to accept them and play along with it.

He had always been trying to pretend he didn't notice how shy [Name] got after people tried to ship them both, their cheeks getting hot just at the slightest of compliments directed to the two of them was a cute sight. Maybe they did like him too, but he was never confident enough to ask them out. Not until now.

“I was actually thinking about asking them outs” he murmured as he finished changing back to his school uniform and getting rid of the sweaty soccer shirt.

But he should know they heard his words and were ready to spread the news that the couple everyone rooted for was finally becoming reality. And it didn't take much time for it to end up reaching [Name]’s ears.

‘Why am I thinking about it again? It's been seven years. Get a life, Ajax.’

He tried not to roll his eyes at his internal dialogue. The truth was that he didn't keep anything against [Name] anymore, perhaps it was for the better. But he does wish to make up for the time they lost, since they're still his only and best friend, even though they spent seven years without talking to each other.

February 13th, 2017

A few hours for Valentine's Day and their dread for the said confession was eating them alive from the insides. Was it just exaggeration on their part? They hoped not, because they were going insane just from thinking about having to reject Ajax in front of everyone.

There were two choices: reject or accept Ajax's confession, and they couldn't escape from them. Well they could just skip school and not receive any gift, but they had already bought their friend's chocolate and made cards for them.

And skipping wouldn't nullify the chances of it happening later. What if Ajax told them about his feelings another day? If that was the case, [Name] didn't want to stay bound to someone they didn't love. It wasn't fair for either of them.

[Name] opened the notes app and started typing what they would call Operation Val 2017. A plan carefully made with Ajax's best interest at heart, specially crafted just so he wouldn't receive too much of a heartbreak.

First, they would go on giving chocolates to everyone else they planned to. Second, give Ajax his gift; and last of all, they would politely reject his confession and say that their friendship was what mattered the most. It was a good strategy… no?

So [Name] confidently went to school, heart in their throat as they walked through the corridors. The whispering and excitement from the girls were enough to make [Name] even more nervous. They could swear their nerves would be the death of them someday.

They went with the expected routine of giving chocolate to their dear one's. But when it came for Ajax's, the courage to do so simply disappeared.

As they saw him, seated at his usual seat, their hands started to sweat and they felt as if their stomach had just dropped out of sudden. And when he saw them, his smile opened like sunshine after rain.

“Is it for me, sleepyhead?”

It was ,indeed, to him. [Name] placed the small candy box on his palms and gave him a hug, which made the whole class start teasing them. But before they let go, [Name] whispered in his ear:

“I’m sorry.”

Then, they turned back and went to their seat. They hoped it wouldn't be as bad as they supposed it to be.

Now that they think about it, the first half of that day hadn't been that bad. The chocolates they received were good, but ended up being eaten with tears rolling down their cheeks.

“So, can I have the honor to dance with you?”

“Huh…?”

A hand was extended in front of them, an invitation too formal to be coming from Ajax. That was enough to cut short their overthinking.

If there was something [Name] wasn't expecting to hate about the adult world while they were still a student were work parties, a reality when they have a job like that, and it was bothersome having to attend them just to appease their boss and be on their good side. Yet, [Name] was in a situation where they were going to do anything just to keep their stable job with reasonable payment.

That was when [Name] reminded themselves that they were in a work environment; so even if not immersed in those piles of documents and boring tasks, they had to make sure to not taint their reputation by standing still with a grumpy face.

So they silently took his hand and were guided through the saloon. Curious eyes falling on them once again, which started to make [Name] nervous. It was starting to feel too much like prom.

“Are you nervous?”

“Not much.”

They tried to keep their steps carefully calculated. Years have passed since their last shared dance, [Name] was definitely rusty and didn't want to end up messing up in front of him. [Name] was convinced to show Ajax that they were still good at dancing no matter what. Yet, the world wasn't known to help those in need, so…

They accidentally stomped on his feet.

“I-I'm so sorry! I—”

Their face flushed with embarrassment. They felt like shrinking and sinking into the ground, disappearing from his sight forever. But Ajax's only reaction was… laugh?

But what they were greeted with was his heartfelt laughter that caught the others’ attention. It was so genuine that it made [Name] wonder if he was laughing at them or if he was a freaking masochist or something like that. They had just stomped on his feet with their full body weight.

Yet, [Name] couldn't keep a nervous chuckle for themselves. Deep down, they needed a moment like this to clear a bit of their doubts about him. This moment made it clear as day that Ajax hasn't changed in the slightest, and they felt relieved with the clarification.

And so they decided to give in and dance to the slow song coming from the speakers. It felt like a dream, to share something like this with him after almost a decade of guilt from their ruined relationship. They thought that things were now going on the right tracks.

“I deeply apologize for anything I did to you in my past life.” he stated with a nervous smile on his face.

“Hm? Why?”

“... Nothing.”

They had a feeling that his feet were red under those fancy black shoes. The amount of times [Name] stomped his foot was enough for it to leave some bruises, though he did his best to hide the ache he felt. They didn't used to be that bad at dancing in the past, so were they holding a grudge so strong against him and decided to take revenge or something?

They felt their eyes glue to a waiter carrying around a tray with champagne. [Name] could swear they had seen that guy somewhere else, but weren't going to bother him; so they just took a glass of the drink for them and one for Ajax.

“Do you drink?” They extended the glass of champagne to him, who gladly accepted it with a nod of his head.

“I was thinking about… uh… are you free on Wednesday?”

Wednesday? Their mind set up alarms at the thought of it, after all, Wednesday was nothing more than Valentine's Day. Was he really going to ask them out like that? Has he lost his mind?! They thought he would never touch on this subject since their rejection.

“I don't… Yes, I am.”

[Name]’s eyes met his’ with courage in them. They wouldn't run away from it like in High School, they would face Ajax and tell what they truly felt regarding him. And if he didn't like it, so it will be! After all, they don't depend on Ajax to live. [Name]’s an adult.

“Good.”

They watched as he took a sip from his glass before opening his mouth to speak something, but it seems Ajax wasn't ready to say it. Not here, not now. So there was nothing they could do to prevent him from just leaving them there and disappearing through the sea of people.

And that was when Operation Val 2024 officially started.

February 14th, 2024

After weeks of preparations, they finally marked that day on their calendar: the expected Valentine's Day. And while everyone else spent the day of love sharing their emotions and deepest feelings with those they loved, [Name] just took the date as an excuse to sleep until late and binge watch NANA the whole day until the time to go out with Ajax.

Knock, knock.

They got up from their seat, fixing their hair

and clothes before answering the door. They had just a small candy box with a cute card, which they designed themselves, just for him. But what [Name] didn't expect was that he would actually come with a bouquet of daisies, one of their favorite flowers. How could he remember such a small detail about them?

“Happy Valentine's Day, [Name].”

They felt something grow in their chest at his words. He was such a gentleman now, huh? So [Name] just accepted his gesture and walked with him.

“Thank you, I hope you're also having a good day.”

And so they followed him to a park nearby, even though the sky was starting to close. But maybe Ajax was planning to take them somewhere else in case it actually rained, they knew he always had a plan B.

'The flowers hadn't fully bloomed yet, but it makes quite the scenery.'

Ajax took their hand on his with a small smile, though [Name] didn't know where he was taking him to.

"There's a nice lake after the creek, it has a pretty landscape. So I can take some photos for you if you'd like."

Well, here they were, trying to go through a small creak to reach a nice place to make a picnic. Though [Name] didn't want to wet their brand new shoes; they were limited edition, after all.

“Hold my hand tightly and jump.”

“I can't do it—”

“Come on! Jump!”

[Name] took a deep breath before giving the impulse to jump over the creek. Although they made great effort and had, it wasn't enough to keep balance. They both fell in the creek, but at least the food was in a basket he left on the ground earlier.

They felt like crying because of the shoes. The amount of money [Name] had saved to buy it was astronomical, like, really! They had just bought them..Though, Ajax definitely wouldn't let this day be ruined by a small accident like this. So he was quick to help them stand up back on their feet and take them out of there.

As they stared in his eyes, [Name] couldn't help but release the words that were trapped in their throat for a long time now.

“I’m sorry, Ajax. But you know I can't reciprocate your feelings.”

They felt their eyes wet from the tears that were threatening to escape. They told themselves that they wouldn't run away and leave things unresolved like in the past, but why was it so painful for their poor heart?

Ajax felt his smile dropping at their words. He tried to look away from them before listening to their words.

A part of him already knew the answer to his actions, yet there was still a sparkle of hope deep inside his heart. Was he being selfish once again? All he did was to try to compensate them both for that terrible day seven years ago.

“I'm not mad at you. I just wish things didn't happen the way they did… y'know.”

They both seemed to regret their actions from the past, sharing the same feeling of shame and anguish in their hearts as they looked at each other. Both of them had made mistakes and were still reminded about it.

...

For the last step of Operation Val 2017, they made sure to bring him to somewhere the two of them could talk in private. Unbeknownst to them, there were eyes watching their every single action.

“I’m sorry, Ajax. You probably already know this, but I don't hold any romantic feelings towards you. Our relationship is purely platonic and—”

“So it was all just false hope?”

False hope? They definitely never gave him any kind of advance for it to be considered like that. It wasn't like they ever flirted with him or do anything that could lead to that kind of assumption.

Their eyes watched as his ace contorted into a pained expression as he had been hit by the hard reality that their best friend didn't actually hold any kind of emotion towards him, the complete opposite everyone else thought. From what they knew about him during all those years, he definitely disliked the sound of it, the rejection being too real and in front of his eyes.

“False hope? What are you even talking about?” They couldn't help but frown slightly, not liking the turn this conversation was taking.

“You…”

Click.

[Name] heard the clicking sound of a phone from afar, and that alone was enough to made their stomach drop. That meant they have never been alone with Ajax, there has been someone watching them this whole time.

From what they could see behind him, a small crowd of students were peeping through the small window on the classroom's door. And to worsen the situation, they were recording the whole thing.

On the other side, one of their own friends gave them a thumbs up, as if trying to communicate about something. And that was when Ajax noticed it all and felt like the ground below him was crashing down.

“So… you planned all of this?”

They couldn't help the widening of their eyes, it wasn't how things were supposed to end like! In their plan, there wasn't supposed to be anyone by the door, not recording or listening to anything they said.

They could swear they saw tears in his eyes for the first time in their life. His face carried the hurting he felt after being made fun of by the rest of the class.

“So they did end up rejecting him, huh…” they listened to the whispers that came with small chuckles, followed by the sound of a playful smack “Ouch! I'm just stating what happened! Just look at his face.”

From the corner or their eyes, [Name] saw him turning around to leave as he heard it, but grabbed his wrists before he could run away from the not so empty classroom. As they did so, the little heart box he was carrying around fell; small chocolate hearts rolling out of the package straight to the ground.

“Ajax, you know I would never do that! I'm your best friend, after all!” their voices came out in a pleading tone.

“Do I really know that?”

They didn't miss the crack present in his voice, and that's what hurt them the most. It wasn't in the plan for him to feel like that.

So [Name]’s own strength failed as they saw burning tears streaming down his cheeks, which held a complexion of anger and disappointment. The twilight rays helped to create a sentimental demonstration of his feelings that were never seen previously. If not before, [Name] was now sure their friendship wasn't going to rebuild itself again.

They felt his wrists slipping out of their touch in a rushed way as Ajax stormed out of the room, leaving them behind to pick up the candy pieces on the ground. And as they crouched down to gather them, the people at the door bombarded them with multiple questions.

“Did you actually reject him?”

“That was so cruel of you!”

“So you won't be together?”

And like that, their last Valentine's Day ended with the loss of a friendship and the start of years of self-blaming. For almost 6 months, their sleepless nights were spent thinking about what they could have done to avoid this whole disaster.

For the both of them, Ajax and [Name], the next few months before graduation would be always marked by the growing distance between the two. They had tried to talk to each other, but the shame and guilt blackened them from doing so.

Ajax really tried to clear his head before saying anything else he would regreat, the realization of what had happened weighted on him deeply. [Name] was just trying to dismiss his feelings in the best way, and he knew it. Yet, his pride didn't let him reach them.

So whenever his gaze met [Name]’s, they would instantly look away and pretend nothing happened. Ajax really thought that he was the one who deserves a proper apology, when it should have come from both sides.

But he couldn't leave his academic life behind and decided to just focus on his studies and sport. One could say he had got over it and was living without a single regret.

And so as to [Name], they couldn't face him. They really tried to call his number or talk to him after class, but couldn't do it. The picture of his tear-stained face was left in their memories forever and would haunt their nightmares for the following days.

Yet, they knew time wouldn't wait for them and the graduation day would finally come. No amends were going to be made and it was obvious for [Name] that Ajax seemed to be taking it quite better than them, so they just decided to forget it and live their own life after high school.

And to [Name]’s knowledge, that was how Ajax and their lives would follow from now on, or so they thought.

“How can you forgive me so easily, Ajax?”

[Name] couldn't refrain from asking him that. If they were in his shoes, they would definitely hold a grudge against themselves. So why was Ajax so forgiving like that when he was the one who had been most hurt?

“Because I know what our flaws were at that time.”

They felt his fingers lifting his head so as to meet his eyes. Instead of the hurt look that used to appear in their nightmares, there was only affection.

As they tried to find something to answer him, their body was wrapped in a tender embrace, much different from his old bone-crushing hugs.

“I should have left my pride behind and tried talking to you. Yet, I was stubborn and believed you should be the one who owed me a proper apology.

“So when I saw you again, I felt like I had to make up for my past mistakes; but it's not like I'm using you to feel better with myself, not even close to it. I just want to make sure we both don't end up carrying regrets for the rest of our lives…”

[Name] could hold it anymore. Their eyes became waterfalls with the countless tears that fell from them. But they didn't feel embarrassed because of it.

“I-I wanted to talk to you again, I really wanted to but—”

“It's okay, take your time.”

Ajax patted their back as if trying to calm a baby down, and it was helping. He could stay there the whole day waiting for their answer, it didn't matter.

“I’m so sorry…”

They couldn't think of anything reasonable enough to make up for their past actions. But Ajax could see their effort lying behind their crying face, he had been their best friend for years. So even if they couldn't tell it with words, he understood them.

“You don't need to love me, and I don't need to love you too.”

They felt the wind on their face, a soft breeze. And it was when Ajax separated their hug gently, leaving them staring at his face while their eyes burned from all the crying.

“As much as I want to stay as your friend, I don't want us to be haunted by the memories of the past. You'll never see me in the same light again, just like I'll never see you in the same light too.”

[Name] knew it was true. As much as they wanted to stay his friend, the fact that broke their friendship had left a deep scar in their heart. And they would never reciprocate the love he still held for them somewhere under the best friend facade.

It was only safe for the two of them to keep things as cold as possible, even though it hurt them greatly. He was right, after all, they couldn't even look at his face without reliving all the stress.

“For you.”

A small pendant was placed in their palms, a rose pendant. They were confused, really confused, but decided to open it. As they did, [Name] couldn't stop themselves from letting another tea fall after seeing the inside of the small object. A photo of them two in their middle school years adorned it, precious smiles on their faces as their figures hugged each other.

“Happy Valentine's Day, [Name].”

They felt like they needed to thank him in a special way before parting ways. So they approached Ajax and took his hair out of the way to his forehead, planting a peck on it.

“Happy Valentine's Day too, Ajax.”

Now, they wouldn't have to carry that guilt with them. They were free to try to love without the fear of being a hypocrite. It was their first Valentine's Day in seven years, and they wouldn't trade it for anything else in this world.

But as they saw Ajax's silhouette going out of their vision, carrying the picnic basket they didn't use, the feeling of losing something forever came stronger than anything else. Maybe they wouldn't have a friendship like before, but nothing stopped them from being coworkers.

[Name] would see him again at work, so why couldn't they stop the tears that fell from their eyes as the first raindrops met their skin? They felt as if they had lost a big prize in the lottery.

Yet they shouldn't be sad because it ended, but happy that it happened. New beginnings awaited them, just like the daisies in the bouquet warned.

"Goodbye, my now not so failed valentine..."

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