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2 . IN THE MORNING : sent below
✦ summary : the first day of your odd job has finally started at Night Raven Collage. And when you wanted to experience a nice and calm day without any chaotic problems, it seems like fate disguised as two red and black card soldiers had other plans
You didn't know if it was because of your sweat and tiredness, but you were sure the sun emitted some extra hotness today. You looked up seeing the blue sky with a few tiny cotton candy like clouds, full and happy along the shining sun. It was early morning and Sebastian had insisted you wake up earlier so as you can begin your work in peace with not too many students loudly chatting all around ;
“My my isn't it such a nice day today?” The butler smiled softly as you scoffed at his unnecessary positiveness “I'm sure my lady agrees, don't you do so too, Grim?” —
Ah yes, one more detail that was forgotten to mention, the monster that had did ruckus in the mirror chamber at the ceremony last night had somehow made his way into the building. In the morning when you woke up and spotted him all Sebastian had to tell you was 'It was raining very bad you see my lady, he insisted to stay for the night' By looking at the cat you could easily figure out that he, in fact, did not insist, rather, it was clearly Sebastian who mustered up some unhinged thing to say to him to convince him to stay ( god knows what he said, you'd rather not know ) —
“Do we really have to do this? I'm hungry I wanna go eat! I don't have time for some stupid statues!”
“You just ate like 2 hours ago, not to mention half of my portion too...” You shook your head and motioned a hand toward the man
“Give me the bucket” His eyes widened in surprise before a smirk made its way to his lips “Oh? My, my, I had no idea you were so determined to get your so very delicate hands dirty while cleaning a statue”
Your eyebrow twitched at his remark before snatching the bucket yourself and settling it in front of the first statue. You looked up and down at it studying the structure : A woman. Her dress was big and classy, on her head rested a crown and in her hand she had a beautiful scepter. Your eyes then fell on the plate rested on the pedestal the statue woman rested, a text written in a very neat handwriting read :
〖 — A queen who ruled over a maze of roses and brought the rule of law to a chaotic kingdom.
Under her strict leadership, no rose was off-color, nor was any playing-card soldier out of step — 〗
“A queen...is that so?” Sebastian made his way to you, reading the text himself, you frowned in confusion “I don't get it... what's this about off-color roses and...and what? Playing card soldiers? What's that supposed to mean?”
“You mean you've never ever heard about the story of the Queen of Hearts?”
You jolted in surprise at the sudden voice behind you. Turning on your heels, your eyes made contact with two boys dressed in school uniforms, one with red hair and one with a deep dark blue. Both of them, to your curiosity, had makeup on their face resembling two playing card signs- Wait a second... A playing card...?
“Who the heck are you guys?” Grim's voice resonated from behind Sebastian's feet, looking at the two students with suspicion. The red haired smiled :
“The name's Ace! Nice to meetcha! This guy over here is Deuce! We're both first years at Night Raven” You scrunched up your nose when the boy Ace did a heart sign with his hands after his introduction
“It is nice to meet you gentlemen. I am Sebastian Michaelis, and this right here next to me is Yuu. And of course, Grim” You crossed your arms and looked them over, the boy named Deuce faltered a bit at your stern look but Ace didn't bat an eye, instead he laughed out loud
“Wait, so you three are the ones who trashed the entrance ceremony last night?! — he laughed even louder — I can't believe it! Bahahaha you guys are legends! Two magicless humans AND a monster! And even better, you are all on cleaning duty like some kind of janitors!” Grim let out a little growl at the insults that were thrown at him, while you and Sebastian, even if angry, thought the same thing : 'These damn kids are always so annoying' While the red headed laughed at his heart's content, Deuce ( who seemed to know more respect than his classmate ) was trying to shut him up,
“Come on Ace, kock it off! It's not nice at all to say this stuff you know?” The ginger put a hand on Deuce's chest, shaking “Come on dude there's no way you don't find this funny! I-I mean-this-this is so stupid it's hilarious!”
You glared at him in disapproval before turning your back at him ready to continue your work. But right before picking up the bucket, your ears picked up a loud snarl that quickly turned into a growl,
“Why you-! YOU DON'T GET TO SPEAK ABOUT THE GREAT GRIM IN SUCH A WAY! I'll show you what I'm capable of!” Before you knew it Grim was on his two back feet inhaling hard and determined. You knew what was about to happen : he was about to release a ball of fire directly in Ace's direction. Seeing Sebastian in front of you, you looked at him questioningly
“Aren't you going to stop them?” The butler's eyes narrowed “This soon? I am quite curious about what's to happen. Aren't you too?” He gave you a knowing look before you sighed and crossed your arms, looking back at the fight that was seconds away from advancing into something bigger.
In mere seconds, flashes of wind and fire blew in front of your eyes, like a dance. Ace and Grim had no intention of stopping, and if they continued longer, you were sure they could damage something around them.
“Can you guys settle down?!” Deuce's voice was heard from somewhere next to you, but it got quickly drowned by another gust of wind. The boy raised his pen with confidence before taking a deep breath, he raised it to the sky and sparklers started surrounding the gem : “I need to immobilize them, so I ask! Come forth! Something-...something heavy!”
It wasn't a minute before out of nowhere, a giant cauldron materialized in the sky and crushed Ace underneath it. “Haha! What a loser!” Grim's fire ceased before laughing hard and loud at Ace's predicament. The ginger turned red before starting to wiggle out of the cauldron's grasp
“Dammit-! Oi Juice! Stay out of this! This has nothing to do with you!”
“Why you- it's Deuce! With a D! And you should stop fighting! We need to get to class already!” As Deuce's voice got louder, so did Grim's laughter that fueled Ace further. In a second, he wiggled free from under that cauldron and sent wind magic back to Grim, to which the cat quickly countered with fire.
Unfortunately for them, the wind blew the fire in the wrong direction, and before you could blink twice, Sebastian moved you out of the way and the fire hit the statue of the Queen of Hearts, the previously shining statue now having black spots from the strength of the fire.
“SHIT MAN!”
“Oh dear, it certainly seems like you'll get in trouble now” Sebastian chuckled behind his fingers, panicking Ace more,
“You're not helping at all man!” The boy looked around, searching for a solution to repair the statue, but right before he could think of something a voice from behind spoke : “I can't believe this...I came to see what this ruckus was and this is what I find?!” The boy slowly turned around and came face to face with Crowley, the man visibly angry at what he saw in front of him.
“H-head-headmage...”
“You lot...you damaged one of the statues of the great seven!” Sebastian's head tilted at the same time as yours
“Great Seven? What's that?” Crowley's frown faltered for a second before he offered an explanation : “These statues represent the seven great figures who once graced our world with their amazing presence” You got on your tippy toes to whisper in Sebastian's year :
“Are they some kind of gods?” He whispered back, voice lacing with excitement : “I do not know my lady, perhaps they are. I would certainly like to know more that is for sure”
Crowley shook his head in disappointment, “Such blasphemy against our great figures will not be tolerated. And for that all of you are EXPELLED!” The shock was visible on all of your faces.
“E-expelled?! After all the effort...- No-! What do I tell my mother?! Headmage! — Deuce's agitated steps reached the headmage in a try to make the older man change his mind — You can't expel us like that! Please! I'll do-WE'LL do anything to make it up to you! Just tell us what to do!” The masked man stopped in his tracks, seeming to think for a minute before he spoke again :
“Is that so? Well then, I'll give you one chance to redeem yourselves. You see, the large chandelier in the dining hall is powered by a very strong magical stone called magestone. You can find them in the enchanted mine in the forest. If you can find one until tomorrow then I will let you stay”
You didn't even get to say your opinion on this before Deuce jumped right up at the offer. “Alright! We'll bring you a magestone! No biggie! We can do this!”
“Very well then — he said as he began to walk away — you can use the magic mirror to travel there. I wish you the best of luck”
As the man disappeared into the school walls, you, Sebastian, Grim and Ace looked at each other with puzzled faces. You didn't want to get dirty entering a mine at all, you hated dirt more than anything ( well, that and mismatched clothes and colors ) you crossed your arms
“I didn't even get to say my opinion on this...”
“...well, here we are. The Enchanted Mine...” It was way past curfew when the five of you managed to find the mine. Looking up at the mountain a shiver went down your spine,
“Euuhhhh, looks creepy as hell...” At your words, Sebastian snickered “Hoh? Are you perhaps scared, my lady?”
You side eyed him, your face twisting into a scowl.
“...say what is your guy's relationship exactly?” You gave Ace a side eye before you felt Deuce tagging on your sleeve, indicating for you to hurry, “Come on guys no time for chitchatting, we gotta hurry!” You shook your head and followed the two into the forest, making way to the mine.
After a while of walking in the forest, Ace was the first one to spot something : “Hey you guys! Check this out!” Looking in his direction, you saw the boy looking through an opening in the fluffy bushes. When you walked up to him, in the opening you spotted a cottage, looking old and abandoned.
“A cottage huh?”
“Perhaps we can look for information in there? Shall we check?” You all nodded at the butler's idea and made your way to the entrance.
You noticed the door had a small keyhole so you bent over to try and peek through it, unfortunately, it was way too small for you to make anything out. You waved a hand, “Sebastian” The butler smiled and made his way through the door as his gloved hands gently knocked on the door : “Is anyone there?” He tilted his hand and turned the door knob, “Strange. The door is unlocked already”
He stepped in the house, and when he opened the door entirely for the others to see, it was clear as day that the cottage was long abandoned. “This place really is abandoned huh. We can't get any help from here then...”
“Dude look at this! These chairs are super small! The stuff around too! You think this was a place where children lived?”
“Perhaps. — Sebastian looked around intrigued, running a finger over the wooden furniture — judging by the dust in this place, it must be abandoned for more than a decade”
“Well if that's the case then this place won't give us any clue about the mine. Besides, I heard it's closed too so I bet it's gonna be hard getting in it anyway” While listening to the chatting of the boys, your eye caught a candle on one of the rusty counters : “Well, if what you said is true — you gently picked up a candle — we're going to need something to light our way, I'm sure it's going to be pitch black inside”
You looked around you for something to light the candle with, but you spotted nothing. “Sebastian do you have a lighter by any chance?” The butler shook his head, “Unfortunately I'm afraid I don't”
“Aren't you guys magicians or something? Can't you light it?”
“It's not that simple Miss Yuu. To cast a spell you have to form a strong image in your head before the spell can actually materialize”
Ace joined is classmate, nodding along his explication : “It takes a pretty long time to learn allat, I mean, that's why we have Arcane Academies and stuff...You gotta practice lots before you can cast a spell exactly like in your head”
“Aha...” You looked up, closed your eyes then looked at the two again “So that means you're completely useless?”
“NO WE'RE NOT!”
“But you said you can't do magic?”
“We can! Just not as strong as this! I mean come on Yuu! — Ace smirked and put his hands on his hips puffing his chest — Didn't you see the amazing wind magic I used to defeat Grim?”
“And how did that go?” The boy shut his mouth completely after your remark, looking down with a disappointed look.
A hand gently patted your shoulder “Now now my lady, be less harsh on them would you? They're just children after all” You sighed just as a quick splash of fire flew directly to the candle, lighting it up with a small blue flame.
“Oh!” You looked down at Grim, staying right behind Sebastian's feet. “Hmph! What would you guys do without the great Grim!”
Sebastian chuckled “Indeed so mister Grim, we do appreciate the help of lighting the candle” You gave the cat a small smile “Yeah, thanks Grim”
The direbeast laughed in delight as Ace's shoulders slouched completely, “Yeah well whatever! He just lit a candle that's all! I say we stop this chitchat and just go to the mine already!”
Sebastian nodded in agreement “I agree with Mr. Trappola, we should leave. After all there's not much time until the sun rises”
It was late at night and the forest would be quiet this time around, only, if you'd get closer to the entrance of the abandoned mine, you could faintly hear the sound of digging and different sized stones hit the ground.
“Ughh, not this one either” Deuce dropped the small stone in his hand, reassuming his digging with little to no hope.
“All we find are dumb old rocks! At this rate, we'll be expelled in no time!” Ace sighed, disappointed “Maybe they really mined up all mage stones...”
“You'll jinx us if you keep talking like that”
“No offense Yuu, but you do not look like a person who'd believe in jinxing” Ace snickered at his own joke before digging harder along with a whiny Grim.
Rolling your eyes at boy, you turned back to Sebastian, who was way deeper in the walls than the other two, a pile of stones at this side, old and tiny, with no use. It wasn't long until you heard the boys bickering with each other about whose fault was the fact that you were all in this situation. You'd blame it on Crowley more than anyone else. After all, if the crow could be even bothered to ask, he'd find out you and Sebastian had nothing to do with this and you'd have no use of being here. But it seems like even in this world men are incompetent.
The sound of digging stopped, looking back at your butler, his head was turned towards the deeper part of the cave. He raised a hand and gave a warning : “Gentlemen! I think it's best we stop talking. I can hear something, and it does not sound pleasing”
The voices became lower and lower until they stopped. After a few seconds the floor started vibrating, a low rumble coming from the dark opening :
“...h...have it...rrgghhh...h...it...”
“...I'm not the only one who heard that... right?” Both you and Sebastian shushed Ace quickly. Your body instinctively getting behind the black haired man, seeking protection. Sebastian was still kneeling down, eyes fixed on the dark hole, you leaned to whisper : “Can you identify what that is?”
Sebastian looked back at you and shook his head “I can only tell it's big. And I mean as in as big as a tree, my lady”
You frowned at him, suddenly feeling the walls and floor shaking harder. A hand emerged from the hole, alerting the man. Sebastian turned quickly to the others, grabbing you by the arm, “Take cover. Now!”
You jumped behind a low steady rock wall. Deuce clutched the candle in his arms, as Ace did to Grim. Your hand came to your mouth, trying to steady your breathing as to not be heard by whatever made its way towards you.
Suddenly, from the darkness, a tall figure emerged. First it was the lamp it carried, then slowly the figure revealed itself. A big creature, resembling a puppet more than anything else, the only thing different, was the head that had the form of a glass cauldron carrying a mass of black goo that slowly poured from a big crack in the glass. The pickaxe in its hand rocked slowly as it kept muttering almost non-recognizable words.
Deuce looked back at the creature taking a different route going deeper in the cave. “Is it searching for something?...wait. Is it... searching for the mage stone?!” The blue haired got up abruptly to follow the creature, only to be grabbed by Sebastian
“Hold now, Mr. Spade. It is not a good idea to follow it if we don't know exactly what it can do”
“I agree with Sebastian! That thing is super creepy, what if it-like-like I don't know! What if it's gonna squish you with its pickaxe!? I can't have a death on my conscience!” Grim shivered at the thought
“I think we should get back — Ace suggested — I mean, listen, I know expulsion is bad but...I don't really think risking your life is really worth it”
“Maybe for you, I'd be homeless...”
Deuce clenched his fists, his breathing shaking “You shut your mouth” In a flash, his fist made contact with the wall next to him, making a hole and cracking it. “THE MAGESTONE IS RIGHT THERE AND YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU WANT TO GIVE UP AND GO HOME?!”
Upon seeing his reaction, Ace's and Grim's shoulders tensed and they could swear a shiver went down their spine. “If you guys are cowards then fine be my guests! Stay there, quacking in your boots!”
The boy turned to the creature, calling out to it : “Hey! Freak face! It's you and me now! Let's go one on one!”
The creature turned to him, ready to aim its pickaxe, “...stone..iz...IT'S MINE! GO AWAY!”
The floor rumbled at the hit of the pickaxe. The boy was faster than the monster, so he tried to do as many attacks as they landed.
Some landed, some didn't, but even so, the monster did not falter. It was dead set on protecting what it was its, and that was the mage stone. Deuce had no chance alone.
“We have to do something! We can't let him die there! Sebastian can you-” You didn't get to finish before a rumble of stone and dust came crashing down and from it the monster emerged, making way to you and the others
“It's coming this way! We gotta run!”
Your feet did not move from the first call. You looked back, no sign of Deuce, which meant he was still there. You called out : “Sebastian! You are not to come out of this cave until you save Deuce! It's an order!”
The butler reacted in no time and after exchanging positions you followed Ace's trail out of the cave, where you'd be safe.
The ragged breathing of you, Ace and Grim sounded in the valley. You were all sitting upright in the grass, catching your breath. Clothes, hair and face full of dust.
“Whe-*pant* Where's- *pant* oh man!...huff, where's Sebastian and Deuce?” You tried responding but only a ragged breath came out, your head facing the grass, trying to regain your energy.
Suddenly, another chunck of dust and dirt fell close to the entrance, startling both of you. And from it emerged an black dusted Sebastian with an equally dusted but a bit scratched Deuce.
You and Ace jumped to your feet in relief, “Are you guys ok?! Holy shit!”
“If it wasn't for Mr. Sebastian, I'd be part of the dirt now” Deuce weakly laughed before he kneeled on the grass.
Sebastian approached him, patting him on his back “Mr. Spade here deserves congratulations too. After all if it wasn't for his dodging we wouldn't have put our hands on this”
Sebastian revealed his palm, and in it, rested a beautiful and shiny mage stone, your initial goal.
Ace and Grim gasped at the man “No way! You actually managed to get it?!”
“Well unfortunately we could not get rid of the creature but — he threw the stone up and caught it again — as I said, if it weren't for Mr. Spade's dodging, the creature would've not hit the exact spot the stone was hiding in and taking it out for us” He chuckled in delight.
“Dude you guys are amazing!”
Ace went to take the stone and see it up close, but he barely reached for it when another roar rocked through the trees.
“N-n-no way!” Grim hid between your legs, shaking.
The monster managed to get out of the cave.
“HIDE!” Not a second passed before the boys registered your word. Picking up Grim and holding him tight, you managed to hide behind a tree just as the monster hit the ground with the pickaxe again.
You looked at the two boys as they looked back and all of you thought the same : If you want to defeat this one, you'd have to make a plan and work together.
Quietly, you moved to where the boys were standing, kneeling on the grass. “If we wanna make it out alive, we gotta make up a plan. We can't defeat this thing if we're all going about. We gotta think this through”
“But our attacks can't hit it. And I doubt it'll work if we hit it with a stick”
“Perhaps your attacks separately aren't working — Sebastian's hand went through the grass until he reached the dirt, drawing a symbol for fire and wind — But perhaps if we combine them we can make something strong enough to defeat it”
“Not a bad idea, and I think I know what you mean. Deuce, we'll need your magic too. Are you up to the task?”
The boy looked at you with shining eyes, fist coming to his chest, “More than ever, miss!”
You smiled and nodded “Good, then here's the plan”
“Hey ugly! Over here!”
Ace was the first one to act, grabbing the attention of the monster “I've got a present for ya!” He raised his pen, the gem shining, “A large gust of wind just for you!”
The wind picked up and in a flash a tornado made its way straight to it.
“And with some spice too!” Grim growled and in addition the big tornado, a fire ball fused with it to make it bigger and stronger, akin to the phenomenon that destroyed the Queen of Heart's statue.
“Mr. Spade! This is your signal!” Sebastian gave Deuce the go.
The boy clenched his pen taking a deep breath. “Okay, deep breaths. You've gotta succeed or all this was for nothing. I need... something strong, the heaviest thing I can muster — He aimed his pen at the creature — Come forth...GIANT CAULDRON!”
And as on cue, a giant cauldron materialized in the sky, landing on the creature just as the fire tornado hit it, hard and strong. The monster wriggled in the strong grasp of the object but to no avail. The glass head shattered, all black goo slowly falling out of it and with it, the only thing that remained of the monster was its ragged clothes and the unusual smell of burned oil.
The two students fell on the grass, catching their breath “We did it...we did it! We're saved!” Ace let out a relieved laugh, Deuce and Grim joining in.
“Miss Yuu, your plan really saved us! Thank you!” You giggled at Deuce's shining eyes “Don't mention it. It was you guys' magic that did everything. The credit belongs to you”
He fell on his back looking up at the sky still giggling to himself. You looked at Sebastian who was still holding the mage stone in his grasp.
Now that this was solved, you'd certainly have quite the story to tell the headmage.
“And that's what happened, practically”
Your hands went behind your head as you looked at a very shocked Crowley. The man was in his office when you arrived back at school. The surprise visible on his face when you turned out to his office with a messy appearance and a shiny mage stone in hand. Not to mention the very late hour!
Grim was on Sebastian's shoulder trying his best not to fall asleep after the long day he had. ( and the snack he couldn't stop himself from eating ( even if it was from the floor ) ) The stone was also sitting proudly in front of the headmage.
“I-I cannot believe it! All of you truly worked together to return this mage stone to me and to defeat such a strong monster?”
You nodded your head as the man looked down to the floor. “Oh...ohh...OHHHHH!! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!”
Both you and Sebastian flinched at the sudden outburst of what it definitely looked like a grown man and not a child.
“In the short years I've been to this school...never, NEVER! have I seen students of Night Raven Collage join hands and fight together to defeat an enemy! It truly brings tears to my eyes!”
Grim's ears flinched as he shouted back at the man : “Hey! The great Grim was there too! I helped and defended the monster with grace you know!”
“Why yes of course of course!”
Crowley nodded along “Now I see, I understand. Miss Yuu, you and Sebastian do not possess magic, and unfortunately that is a very bad thing to happen to a resident of Night Raven Collage”
You gave Sebastian a look as the man turned away from you.
“But! Now I see that it's precisely because of this handicap you bare-”
“Wait a second, did you say handicap-?”
“It's because of that that you've been able to unite our students and mister Grim here in order to defeat the monster!”
The masked man smiled softly, “People like you it's exactly what this school needs! Mr. Trappola and Mr. Spade will of course be allowed to continue their education here. And as for you, my dear Miss Yuu and Mister Sebastian — the man bowed his hat slightly — you shall be admitted here as official students of Night Raven Collage!”
You weren't able to hide your surprise at the man's words. A student? Here? ...what could he possibly be thinking?
“Hey no fair! What about me! I helped...too...”
The man raised his hand to stop Grim. “Miss Yuu and Mister Sebastian cannot use magic, and that is a heavy obstacle to have at this school. Therefore, Mr. Grim, you shall enrol with them, and the three of you shall from one whole student!”
Grim's ears picked up and his face lighted “Really? A real student?! I- I did it!”
Sebastian chuckled at the cat, giving him a soft pat : “I would seem so Mr. Grim. Now you can finally achieve your dream of being a mage”
The cat laughed in delight as the man smiled. Crowley tapped his staff and in a second a shiny purple stone adorned Grim's neck.
“Mr. Grim, what I granted you now is a mage stone. The students here all have one on their pens but since you do not have...hands...then this is a much better alternative. Ahh, how I take everything into consideration! How truly kind am I!”
“I did it, I did it yes! Yess!”
Crowley pointed a finger at you “Now Miss Yuu, I suppose you know the Grim has yet to learn about society. Therefore, you must keep him on a tight leash and teach him as much as you can! And of course make sure he stays out of trouble!”
You nodded, smiling, “We will Crowley sir. Don't worry”
“Very well. Now then, it is very late and way past the curfew, better return and get some rest! Tomorrow has much to reveal!”
The man ushered you out of his office saluting you goodnight.
You, Grim and Sebastian quietly returned to the dorm, more or less excited for whatever this school will have to offer in the future
Unfortunately for you, you'd never expect the consequences that will follow.
© writingbluerose 2025
#✦ ~ 𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 !#THAT BUTLER : Magic Twisted#FINALLY! I DID IT!#guys I'm SO SORRY for the wait I genuinely have such a bad writer's block I never intended for the wait to be so long#I wanted to finish the prologue in one chapter and then i gotta think how I'll form the story from this point#ugh guys I'm so sorry#anyway uh yeah hope you like this one#it is a bit rushed I admit in some parts but I tried my best#yeah I'll stop yapping now uh thanks for the support everyone and also for the wait! 💙#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#black butler#kuroshitsuji#black butler x reader#kuroshitsuji x reader#black butler x twst#twst x black butler#twisted wonderland x black butler#twisted wonderland crossover#twst crossover
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Hiii! If its no trouble could I have a zoro and reader fic with the one bed trope? The others know about their crushes on each other so they force each other to share a room? Anyway they end up cuddling and its all cute (the others will tease them forever about it lol)?? Thankss
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alternate title: opla zoro makes my hated tropes less hated
rating: general audiences/teen & up
characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader | live action!nami | live action!straw hats ensemble
pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader
word count: 4.9k
description: unbeknownst to you, your crush on zoro is reciprocated. the rest of the straw hats take it upon themselves to get you together by locking you in his bedroom overnight.
tags: strawhat!reader, only one bed, forced proximity, confessions, no use of 'y/n', nami is a true instigator, cuddling, soft zoro, humor
author's note: thank you so much for the request and i hope it meets your expectations!! fun fact i actually used to hate the 'only one bed' trope, so i decided to challenge myself in writing this. and i think it's one of my fave tropes now lol
(you have an inner spirit that helps you make decisions except it’s just nami.)

“I just think that maybe you should stop avoiding him,” Nami started. You bit your cheek, ignoring her as you tied up the last of the ship’s rigging into a careful knot. Nami had been going on for the past few minutes, and you’d zoned out exactly three seconds in, when the name Zoro had first been spoken. Because of this reason you weren’t really listening, so you blinked up at her in confusion.
“Sorry? Who am I avoiding?”
“You’re impossible,” Nami grumbled. “And you know exactly who I’m talking about.” Which, well, fair. The math added up: you heard the word Zoro, you stopped listening, Nami continued talking until she realized you’d stopped listening. “Especially since you’re, you know—” she gave you another look, eyes rolling over to stare dead into yours— “Avoiding him.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said innocently. Nami sighed, leaning over to tug the rope dangling from your hands out of your grip. You tried to reach back for it, but she didn’t let you. “Hey!”
“Yes, you do. Face it. You’re avoiding Zoro.”
You made a face at her. “I think there are ropes on the foredeck that I can attend to.”
“No, there aren’t,” Nami answered. “Now stop changing the subject. There’s this wild concept called communication. It works wonders.”
“Says you,” you muttered, though your arms crossed defensively across your chest. You noticed the action after a split-second and unwound your arms with a scowl. “Look, I just don’t see the point. And I haven’t been avoiding him.”
You were, in fact, avoiding him. Ever since that dreadful night a week ago when Nami had gotten you tipsy and stuck her hand in your chest cavity fishing for secrets, you’d been avoiding him. The other girl was ridiculously good at prying truths out of you, and during the conversation, you’d accidentally spilled your crush on the Straw Hat crew’s resident swordsman.
You’d managed to keep the secret for the months you’d been together, wherein the unfortunate feelings had developed, and you should’ve figured once somebody knew they wouldn’t leave you alone about it. Because Nami refused to talk about literally anything else. You’d expected this sort of behavior from Luffy, or maybe Sanji, but Nami? The world was more amatonormative than you'd thought.
Nami cast you a look. “You’re blushing.”
“Am not.”
“Are too. What’s the harm in talking to him?” Nami demanded, one hand on her hip as she stared you down. You gaped at her.
“Um, literally everything? One, Zoro can’t talk about feelings or emotions for shit, so when he rejects me it’ll be in the most excruciating, offhand manner that will probably leave me at the bottom of a barrel of rum, two, after being rejected I’m going to have to leave the Straw Hats, three—”
Nami rolled her eyes, looking increasingly fed up with you. “For someone so obsessed with not telling our resident grass-headed swordsman about your feelings for him, you’re talking rather loudly.”
You shut up, snapping your jaw closed with a glare. “Stop it,” you hissed.
“Besides, who knows if he actually will reject you?” Nami turned to work on the next section of rigging, glancing over her shoulder at you. “You’re catastrophizing.”
“I’m being realistic,” you snapped. “Okay, fine. He reciprocates my feelings. Then what? We date, we break up because all relationships eventually end, it becomes awkward, and—voila—I’ll have to leave the Straw Hats anyway. It’s a bad idea all around.”
Nami just let out a huff of breath, the exhale laced with irritation. “Catastrophizing,” she repeated.
“I am not—”
“Sure. Go help Sanji with dinner.”
You gave her an exasperated look, but at this point Nami wasn’t paying attention anymore, so you stormed off into the underbelly of the Going Merry. Speak of the devil, apparently, because once you entered the kitchen you spotted not only Sanji occupying it but also Zoro. He was lounging at the table, swords strapped to his waist and a bottle of something he was nursing in hand.
You averted your gaze from him, head running a million miles a minute. Had he noticed you’d been avoiding him? You’d tried to be furtive about it, but if Nami had noticed, maybe—
“Well, hello there,” Sanji called from where he was in the midst of dinner preparations. “Come to help?”
“Nami sent me,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I think she’s appointed herself queen of the Going Merry.”
“Oh, she did that long ago,” Sanji chided. “You’re only noticing it now. Pick up a knife, then. I’d like some help dicing the carrots.”
You stiffly moved over to the counter, ignoring Zoro as you went even as you felt his gaze following your figure. You picked up the first knife you found, positioning yourself in front of the cutting board to start dicing the vegetables already laid out for you. Abruptly, Zoro stood up.
“Heading out,” he muttered. “Call me when dinner’s ready.”
With that, he left the room, leaving you and Sanji to exchange looks. “He’s moody today,” you said.
“Probably ‘cause you’ve been avoiding him.”
You felt the familiar pinprick of a blush starting to warm your cheeks. “You too?”
“You’re rather obvious about it,” Sanji said with a raised eyebrow. “But enough of that.” Weirdly enough, he didn’t seem to question why. There was no way Nami had told him, so you were left confused, but no matter. The point was that for now, you were safe.
The hour dipped to evening, and soon the moon was glowing in the sky, a shining beacon of white amidst the ocean of stars and shimmering sea. You suppressed a yawn, busing the dishes from dinner as the rest of the crew got up from their respective seats to dissolve to their own rooms. Zoro had already retired for the night—if you were avoiding him, he seemed to be doing the exact same—so at least you didn’t have that to worry about.
“Ah, wait,” Nami said, after you’d finished washing the dishes and was ready to head out. “Zoro wants to talk to you.”
You jolted, glancing nervously around you before grabbing her wrist. “What did you do?” you hissed. Nami just laughed.
“Calm down. I didn’t do anything.” Off your glare, she relented. “I promise. And I swear it’s not about feelings or emotions or whatever. Even though it’s obvious you’re avoiding him, you know Zoro wouldn’t say anything.”
You were still suspicious, but you dropped your hand. “What, then?”
Nami shrugged, tilting her chin up just so. “I guess you’re going to have to find out.”
“I don’t trust you,” you muttered. There was that look in her eye, the one she got whenever she was thinking of something truly devious. Still, you couldn’t figure out what she was up to, so— “Fine, I’ll go to his room. Walk me.”
Nami rolled her eyes, but she fell into step with you as you made your way across the ship. “You should bring it up to him, you know,” she started, but silenced after your sharp glare. “Okay, okay. I get the point. I’ll stop bothering you about it.”
You stopped by the mouth of Zoro’s door. “Wait, really?”
“Yes, really,” Nami said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. She leaned against the wall beside the door, arms crossing over her chest. “I’ll leave you alone about Mr. Prince Charming over there. Knock.”
“You can't call him Mr. Prince Charming,” you said, though you did knock. “Prince’ is already a title.”
Nami gave you a look. “Okay, smart-ass.”
The door creaked open before you could give your response, and you turned, heart pounding in your throat as Zoro stared down at you. His arm was propped up by the open doorway, the other hand still clutching the doorknob. “What.”
“Um, Nami said that you wanted to talk—” you swiveled your head towards the other girl, but before you could finish your sentence, Nami was raising up your arm and unceremoniously shoving you into the room.
You shrieked in surprise as you fell into Zoro’s figure, stumbling into him and causing him to lose his balance. Your head shot up in offense, only to see the gleam of a golden padlock in Nami’s hand before she was yanking the door closed.
A dull click echoed through the room. The only thing you could hear for a few seconds was your own heavy breathing and the sound of Zoro gathering himself.
“Did she just—” You gaped at the closed door. “Lock us in?”
Zoro swiftly pushed past you, jiggling the doorknob for a few moments before giving up. Sure enough, Nami had sealed it with the padlock from the outside, so there was no possibility of either of you getting out of the room. You could vaguely hear sounds from the outside—dull thuds and scrapes—and watched as Zoro started banging on the door.
“Nami,” he called, voice dangerously low. “Let us out.”
“Sorry, Zoro!” Your jaw practically unhinged from your skull once you heard your captain’s familiar voice, all bright and cheerful like always. “We’re putting barrels in front of the door, so don’t even try breaking it down. Have a good night!”
“Luffy? What are you—” Zoro’s knocking quickened in pace, his voice getting increasingly louder. There was no response from outside, though you could hear snickers that sounded suspiciously like Usopp. What was going on?
You kicked into action, joining Zoro by the door and trying the door handle again. “Nami!” you yelled.
Nami’s soft laugh came from outside. “Sorry!” she called. “We’ll let you out in the morning.”
You gaped at the door, only aware of Zoro’s gaze sliding down to you as you dropped your hand from the doorknob. There were some more tigers from outside, and then receding footsteps. Zoro tried knocking one last time, but it was evident that the rest of the crew had all but abandoned you.
“Okay,” Zoro muttered, moving away from the door. “I need a drink.”
You watched him move across the room, picking up a glass from his bedside table that was only slightly full. He knocked it back in one swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. “Um, what now?” you asked uncomfortably.
“Nothing. Whatever,” Zoro said, turning to glance over at you. After a moment’s thought, you noticed that he refused to look you in his eye—his gaze was firmly trained at a spot beside your head. He turned away, stripping off his sword scabbard and setting them on the floor.
You glanced around nervously. Zoro’s room wasn’t that different from yours, really—less decorated, but the constitution was the same. There was the bed, a wardrobe, a desk with various paraphernalia across it, and a little couch in the corner too. “You can look through the closet for something to sleep in. I’ll take the chair.”
The words didn’t register at first, and you were left standing there, staring as Zoro kicked off his shoes and assumedly started getting ready to sleep. “Um, what?”
Zoro glanced over his shoulder. He still wouldn’t look you in the eye. “They’re not letting us out until morning,” he said slowly. “You can take the bed. Might as well sleep.”
“It’s your room,” you started, crossing your arms. “I can sleep in the chair. I’m smaller than you, anyway, so I’ll fit it better.”
Zoro regarded you with such a reproachful look you almost wanted to laugh. “That’s ridiculous. Change.” With that, he turned around, leaving no room for discussion. You stared at him for a second before giving up, moving to his wardrobe and opening it up to search for something to sleep in.
“So, uh, any ideas on why they stuck us in here?” You asked, although you already knew the answer. Whatever Nami thought locking you in a room with Zoro would achieve, you were stubbornly not going to let her be right. God, you were so going to kill her once you got out of there.
“Nope,” Zoro said, with such a degree of finality you figured it wouldn’t be safe to question him further. “They’re just stupid.”
“I mean, I feel like they would have a motive?” You rifled through his clothes, trying very hard to detach them from their owner. Wearing Zoro’s clothes was not something you wanted your mind to linger upon. Eventually you found a shirt of his that would undoubtedly be oversized on you, and you hastily changed into it, satisfied to find it draped well to your knees so you weren’t exposing too much skin.
You stole a glance over your shoulder at Zoro, only to catch him in the action of peeling his shirt off. The stretch of the muscles in his back gleamed in the dim light of the room, and you tore your gaze away, heat rushing to your face. “Um. Anything?”
“Nope,” Zoro repeated. Carefully, you closed the wardrobe door, lingering in one spot with your hands clenched together. Once you heard him start moving again, you deemed it safe enough to turn towards the rest of the room. He’d changed into a loose tan shirt, and had settled back into the chair.
“I said I’d take the chair,” you told him hotly.
“Yeah, and I said no,” Zoro said, tone dismissive. He had his eyes closed, and you stared at him in disbelief.
“I’m not sleeping in your bed,” you said, and then, just to emphasize your point, plopped down on the floor. Zoro cracked an eye open and stared down at you. He sighed.
“Get up. Don’t be stupid.”
“I’m not being stupid,” you said. “It’s your room. It’s your bed. You will sleep on it. If you’re not giving me the chair, I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Zoro let out a long sigh, closing both his eyes as if he was contemplating all his life decisions. “I’m not sleeping in the bed, you know,” he said.
“Okay, so neither of us do.”
Zoro’s brows creased, and he opened his eyes to glare down at you. “Seriously? At least take the chair, then. I’ll sleep on the flo—”
You gave him a sharp look. “Zoro.”
“This conversation isn’t getting anywhere,” Zoro muttered, and finally got up from his chair. You glanced up at him expectantly. “What can I do to convince you to take the bed?”
“Uh, nothing.”
“We can work out a compromise,” Zoro said with a sigh. “I want you on it, and you want me on it, and neither of us are willing to take it ourselves.” He paused, brow creasing as an idea seemed to form in his head—one he didn’t seem to be a giant fan of, but an idea nonetheless. “How about.” His lips pursed, before he parted them again to finish his sentence. “How about we both take it?”
It felt like someone had hit you square in the chest, air kicking out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for breath. Your windpipe was all raw, and you had to fight to tear any words out from your throat. “Ex—excuse me?”
“It’s big enough,” Zoro said stiffly, though his hands were clenched at his sides. “I can take one side and you can take the other. Since you’re so dead-set on me sleeping on it.”
“I—” You cut yourself off, suddenly far too aware of Zoro’s eyes fixed on you. Watching your every move. Oh, Nami was in for it now. How were you supposed to survive sleeping in the same bed as—you didn’t even want to think about it.
“Well?” Zoro prompted.
“Fine,” you agreed hastily, ducking your head lest Zoro catch any of the flush that was undoubtedly rising steadily up your cheeks. It was bad enough you were stuck in his bedroom and wearing his clothes—but this had quickly become your own personal circle of hell. “Good enough for me.”
“Finally.” With that, Zoro climbed into bed, settling himself on the very edge of its side. Your throat had gone dry, and you stared at him for another second before hurriedly turning away to flick the lights off. You approached the other side of the bed with an extreme lack of enthusiasm, staring at the empty sheets like they were cackling up at you. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Eventually you slid into the bed, busying yourself with arranging the blankets around your figure. Zoro’s breaths were steady and deep from beside you. You didn’t know what to do for a second, but then Zoro’s voice was cutting through the darkness. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
You jolted, then suppressed your sigh. “Have not.”
“Yes, you have, and everyone knows it, and you’re not very subtle,” Zoro said, sounding almost bored as he rattled off the words. “Why.”
“I haven’t—”
“Don’t.”
You ran your tongue along your teeth, sucking at the valleys between them in annoyance. “It’s not important.”
Zoro paused before speaking, like he was mulling over asking the question. “Did I do something?”
“What? No.” You shook your head, despite knowing he wouldn’t be able to see. The sound did well enough to indicate the action to him, though—he scoffed, a low murmur from his chest that buzzed through your nerves. “I don’t want to talk about this. You’re giving the rest of the crew what they want.”
“They definitely did not lock you in here to talk about why you’re avoiding me,” Zoro muttered. Now it was your turn to scoff, because if only he knew. “Are you sure I didn’t do anything?"
“Positive. It’s all me.”
“Okay, so why?” Zoro prompted. You swallowed hard, trying to dodge around the subject. “Are you sure—”
“Please just stop talking,” you said, one hand reaching out to grip his arm as if the physical contact would make him shut up. There was a stagnant moment of silence, your breath catching as your brain caught up to your body. Your hand was on Zoro’s arm. Your hand was on Zoro’s bicep, and you were in his bed.
You cleared your throat, a panicked choke bursting from your lungs. “Um.” Your eyes skittered sideways, and then you finally turned on your side to stare at him. To stare at where your hand was still clutched around his arm.
You could just barely make out the angle of his jaw in the darkness, but you could see it was clenched, the vein along his neck protruding just slightly. Hastily, you removed your hand, the skin of your fingers tingling like you could still feel him underneath the tips. “Sorry. Why—why are you so certain that you did something for me to avoid you?”
There were a few moments of silence that ticked by, nothing but the rock of the ship interrupting it. Finally, Zoro spoke. “Because the reason they locked you in my room is because—”
“What? The reason they locked me in your room is because of me,” you said. Zoro finally moved from his position, head tilting to face yours so you were eye-to-eye. You swallowed. “Nami, um—Nami specifically forced me in here so I would… talk to you.”
There was a question evident in Zoro’s voice. “About?”
Your lips parted, and then closed again. “Um.”
“We can just sleep, if you want,” Zoro muttered.
“What if they don’t let us out in the morning because we haven’t talked, though?” you hissed. Zoro let out a low laugh.
“You realize you’re giving them exactly what they want.”
“So you’d be more comfortable if we just… fell asleep?” you asked. Zoro shrugged. Since you weren’t exactly averse to the idea of not confessing, you nodded in agreement, heart beating a million miles a second. “Okay. Fine by me.”
You settled back into your pillow, but soon came to realize that, due to the fluttering butterflies in your stomach and the fact you were very aware of the man of your affections being barely a foot to your right, you could not sleep. Evidently Zoro felt the same way, because he kept shifting around under the blankets—your hands brushed against each other a few times before he jolted away like you’d burnt him.
“Sorry,” you muttered. Zoro didn’t say anything in response. Somewhere in the back of your head, you could hear Nami hissing at you—I didn’t shove you in a room with Mr. Prince Charming just for you to not take advantage of the opportunity. You tried to get her out of your brain—it was a bad idea all around—but the words kept reverberating around in your mind until you found yourself suddenly speaking. “Zoro?”
“Hm?”
“Nami stuck me in here so I would tell you that, um—”
“You don’t have to say it,” Zoro murmured, and you shivered, his voice sounding suddenly closer. You squirmed, your hand brushing against Zoro’s again, except this time it took him a delayed moment to drift away. He had gotten closer—or maybe that was you, instinctually leaning towards the dip in the middle of the bed when you’d been lost in thought.
“The reason they locked me in here with you is so I would tell you about my feelings towards you,” you blurted, the words slurring together, consonants and syllables all in one rush. “Because I have them. Feelings, I mean.”
Zoro’s voice was very low when he spoke. “Excuse me?”
You sat straight up, the blankets previously nestled around your chin falling to your waist. “I have feelings for you and that’s why everyone locked me in here.”
“I—” Zoro coughed, and then coughed again, ridding his throat of whatever was preventing him from making full sentences. He slowly sat up, and you stared down at the blankets in your lap as you saw him rise to his full height beside you. And oh, this was it. He was about to reject you in the most excruciating, offhand manner that would probably leave you at the bottom of a barrel of rum. “That’s not possible.”
“Why is that—” you decided to shut up instead of finishing your sentence, allowing him to speak instead. There was a soft burning starting at your skin, all red hot, and your brain buzzed, regret filling up your lungs and making it hard to breathe.
Zoro didn’t say anything, but you heard his hand before you felt it. It slid across the bedsheets before finally resting beside yours, fingertips grazing against your knuckles. “Zoro?” you whispered.
“The reason they locked you in here with me is so I would tell you about my feelings towards you,” Zoro said blankly. You blinked. It took you a moment to realize that he wasn’t just quoting you—that he hadn’t switched the pronouns accordingly. Your heart dropped.
Your voice was very faint when you spoke. “What?”
“I like you,” Zoro said carefully. Languidly, the words dripping off his tongue all saccharine-sweet like molasses, or honey. You shivered, your hand accidentally knocking against his, and he took the opportunity to draw it in closer, fingers pushing up your palm, just a hair’s breadth away from interlacing with yours. “Luffy unfortunately found out. He doesn’t know how to keep a secret and told the rest of the crew.”
You gaped at him. “I like you,” you said, dumbfounded. You could feel yourself trembling, fingers sliding against Zoro’s hand with every shake. “Nami yanked it out of me. Which is why I’ve been avoiding you for the past week.”
“I thought you were avoiding me because you found out I liked you,” Zoro muttered. His fingertips brushed against the pads of your hand, and you swallowed, mouth all dry. “So.”
You tentatively lifted your gaze, finding Zoro’s eyes even amidst the darkness. They were shining, a slight glint from the moon coming in through the window reflecting along the shadows of his face. Carefully, his hand slid fully into yours, fingers lacing together, and it was like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place.
Zoro slid back down onto his back, tugging you along with him. You settled back on your pillow, using your other hand to pull the blankets back over your chest. For a full stagnant minute the two of you lay there, hands intertwined in the space between.
You were the one who made the first move, then, thumb running up and down the length of his index finger. Zoro ran with the action, tugging your hand just slightly until you were leaning into the dip of the mattress, gravity pulling you closer to his body.
He lifted your entwined hands, tugging you towards him until your back was pressed right to his chest. Then he settled your arms back down again, the back of his palm resting against your belly.
You swallowed hard, able to hear the sound of your throat in the utter silence. Zoro exhaled, his breath softly brushing against your neck. “Good night,” you whispered.
Zoro pressed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, a ghost of something that left tingles fluttering down your spine, the drunken butterflies in your stomach swaying at the action. “Good night,” he murmured, and your breath caught.
He was warm, oh so warm, like a campfire with licks of flame that softened your hands in the dead of night. And even though you wanted to speak up, question when he’d started liking you, if he was lying or not—you were content to stay here in his arms and drift off to sleep.
So you did, settling back into his embrace with your head spinning and senses murmuring, all dizzy like you were caught in a dream. Eventually, your tiredness got the better of you, and you felt your senses fading as the world around you darkened to black.
The two of you jolted awake to the knocking and the very unpleasant hum of Nami’s voice. “Rise and shine!” she called through the door, and you blinked, bleary eyes adjusting to the light as you suppressed your yawn.
Zoro jolted up beside you, practically giving you whiplash as his arm was still comfortably around your waist. Your fingers tingled, and you realized that you’d fallen asleep with your hands laced together.
“Nami,” you grumbled, about to rise out of bed before Zoro stopped you. You turned towards him in question, only to stop short as you registered the look in his eyes. His gaze was deep, piercing; those butterflies rose up again in your stomach, apparently awake after they’d passed out from their drunken stupor. You swallowed. “Hi?”
“Hey,” he murmured. “They locked you in my room.”
“I’m going to knock Nami over the head with a rowboat oar,” you said blandly, eyes flickering towards the door, which Nami was still pounding on. You vaguely heard shuffling sounds, like the crew were working to move the barrels they’d stuck in front of the door to free you from your prison. “You can have the rest of them, if you want.”
“I’ll take you up on that offer,” Zoro agreed. “But first…”
“First?” you prompted.
Zoro brought your hands—still intertwined—to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss along your knuckles. “Good morning,” he said, voice low and awkward, like he wasn’t used to letting the words out of his mouth. He let your hands drift to his lap, leaning forward until his forehead brushed against yours.
A faint sigh escaped your lips when he finally kissed you. It wasn’t rough or hard; it was a soft press, like your hands had been just a few hours ago. There was a degree of finality to it; a held-in breath that’d exhaled from your lungs, one you hadn’t realized was building up that much pressure until you finally let it all go.
The door flung open, and you jolted away, but Zoro tilted your head back towards him before you could. At the mouth of the room, Luffy had started screaming. “Aww,” Nami cooed. Behind her, Usopp and Sanji were gripping onto each other like they were watching a particularly engaging fight.
A steady blush rose along your cheeks, but Zoro was absolutely shameless, the hand not held in yours raising up to give them the finger. “Get out of my room.”
“Told you it’d be okay,” Nami sing-songed, and then you really did break away from Zoro, picking up the object nearest to you and barrelling towards her. She shrieked, dodging out of the doorway as Zoro laughed from behind you.
“Wait!” she stopped you from whacking your pillow against her head, raising up her arms in defense. “I was right. I saw you two—”
“Nami,” you started, dangerously low. “You locked me in his room.”
“Yeah, to help you!” she cried defensively, slowly taking backwards steps as you gained on her. “Come on. We can talk about this.”
“Good luck,” Zoro called out from behind you—you turned around, catching his gaze. He had gotten up, leaning against the doorway and watching you with a sparkle of fondness in his eye. “You’ll need it.”
You blew him a kiss, ignoring the long groan it pulled out of Luffy from beside Zoro in the hallway. And then you turned around. Nami had darted off, taking the time you’d been distracted to run off. “Oh no you don’t!” you yelled, and then lunged after her with Zoro laughing all the while.
Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing, you thought. But you were still going to beat Nami’s ass.

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Smooth Operator
Alexia Putellas x Reader
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[WOSO Masterlist]
Aitana’s smirking at you when you drop into the seat in front of her. You’re instantly dropping your face into your hands, wishing the ground would just come swallow you up.
“What the hell was that?” Keira chuckles, giving you a gentle nudge.
“What the hell was what?” you huff, shoving Keira back.
“Nice shoes? Really?” Aitana tags on, joining in on the teasing.
“I panicked, okay?!” you groan.
Having joined the team in the last trade window, your best friend thought it would be a great idea to go explore nearby cafes in an effort to immerse you into the Barcelona culture a bit. Aitana tagged along just for funsies, but it was a clear coincidence that the three of you ran into Alexia. The Barcelona captain looked deep in conversation with her sister when the three of you walked into the shop, not even noticing you guys until Alba looked up and waved.
You’ve been enamored with Alexia long before you even joined the team. You’ve only ever had the chance to admire from afar, but it wasn’t until you actually saw her in action that your admiration turned into a feet stumbling, constant stuttering, blushing hot mess.
You like to take pride in your smoothness, the way you can charm almost any person that crosses your path. Just in the latest national team camp you were voted most likely to talk their way out of a ticket.
“A couple fluttered eyelashes and a well-placed laugh, who wouldn’t fall for her?”
If only your teammates could see you now.
Every time you cross paths with the Spanish midfielder you’re grasping at the straws just to string along a coherent sentence.
Alexia asks if you know the time? You blurt out that your phone is dead before diving behind Keira, ignoring the timepiece sitting upon your wrist.
Alexia jokes that the Spanish sun is zapping away all of her energy? You trip seconds later, spilling your water all over her.
Alexia defends you in a drill? You stumble over the ball, missing it completely before taking Alexia straight to the ground.
No matter what you try to do, you always end up embarrassing yourself.
Case in point just a few seconds ago.
Being the pieces of shit they are, Aitana and Keira send you to order your drinks. Coincidentally Alexia’s back in line herself, ready to get another thing for her sister.
You’re mentally rehearsing your orders when a gentle hand on your back grabs your attention. Alexia gives you a soft smile when you turn to face her.
“How are you today?”
Her english is heavily accented, but it’s nice how she tries to keep you engaged, knowing you’re still struggling through your catalan and spanish lessons.
Or it would be cute if you actually heard any of it, because the truth is anything she says after she flashes a smile your way goes right over your head. Your heart turns to goo, hands getting sweaty, throat going dry.
“You’re so pretty.”
It’s a whispered comment meant only for your ears. But the second you realize you said it out loud rather than in your head like you intended, your face burns in embarrassment.
Thankfully, Alexia’s eyebrows furrow together, your quiet words difficult for her to decipher.
“Què? I am sorry, I did not catch that.”
“I just-- I meant--” you fumble, desperately trying to find an excuse. “Your… shoes! Your shoes are very pretty! Very nice too!”
Your voice carries, definitely not meaning to be as loud as it comes out. It’s hard to miss the way Alba tilts her head curiously at the two of you and the way Keira and Aitana start giggling near the back of the shop.
Your face feels even hotter as you will for the line to go faster. The sooner you get out of here, the sooner you can stop embarrassing yourself. And the sooner you can strangle the two bozos masquerading as your friends.
Alexia still looks confused but she nods. “I… uh, thank you? I think it’s a Nike one. Running shoes.”
Not trusting your mouth to say anything else, you slam it shut. You must look like a madwoman as you nod vigorously.
You don’t miss the way Alexia gives you a concerned look, but then the barista is calling your name, saving you any more small talk.
A mumbled goodbye and you’re booking it back to your table as fast as you can without spilling any of your drinks.
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You wish you could say things get better in the following days.
But you’d be a liar if you said that.
So far you’ve complimented Alexia’s club issued shorts, awed over her bare, unpainted nails, have even miraculously asked if she got a haircut (spoiler she did not). Every time you receive a confused look and a tentative thank you, two acts that make the urge to transfer clubs and never show your face again more and more tempting.
None of it amounts to anything until a few days later.
You’re out getting drinks with the rest of your team after a successful game. You yourself had scored two goals, and Keira, ever the best friend she is, wanted to celebrate your first brace with Barca in style.
The first drink didn’t even last a whole minute. Keira had no choice but to watch you inhale your cocktail, somehow only managing to choke once. She’s lost for words when you also down the shot Mapi slides your way. Reaching across the table, you pick up Keira’s shot as well, tipping back your head before slamming the cup onto the table.
It isn’t until you’re reaching for your fourth glass that Keira says something, hand quick to cover the drink before you can lift it.
“Woah there, drink a little faster why don’t ya?” she teases, a silent question of concern underlying her words.
Shrugging her off, you’re quick to down your third shot. “I need a little bit of liquid courage,” you huff, fighting back a wince at the burn.
“Liquid courage for what?”
Keira’s question is quick to be answered when a shadow falls over the two of you. Keira’s hand is quickly replaced with those of your captain, Alexia not looking too amused to see you drinking so much alcohol during the season.
“Everything okay over here, chicas?”
She raises an eyebrow, almost daring you to give her a reason to snatch away the only thing keeping you sane at the moment.
Alexia’s obviously expecting a somewhat coherent explanation from you. Or even a half-assed stringed-along excuse. What she gets instead is--
“Will you go out with me?” you blurt out, instantly slapping your hands across your mouth the second the words come out.
Alexia pauses, looking at you with wide eyes. From all around, your teammates are choking on their drinks, clearly not expecting you to just blurt it out like that.
Unlike their captain, everyone else on the team has been well aware of the affection you’ve been holding for the Catalonian. Ingrid has to elbow Mapi in the side to stop her from cackling, Pina in the same boat with Patri, the older woman nearly falling off her chair in laughter. Meanwhile, Alexia’s mouth opens and closes a couple times as if she can’t believe what she’s hearing.
“You want to… go out with me?” She sounds confused, as if she can’t comprehend the thought of you being romantically interested in her.
You’re half mortified, half exasperated that you said it the way you did, but you’ve shown your cards at this point so you might as well just roll with it.
“This is embarrassing,” you mutter, eyes nervously darting around the room. “I’ve been trying to ask you out since like… day three of joining Barca.”
An unhelpful snort escapes Keira and she wither as you direct your glare towards her.
But the anger is short lived as a soft finger curling under your chin has you raising your eyes back up to Alexia. Your captain looks amused, a small smile starting to settle on her face. “So you asking about my shoes a couple days ago was you trying to flirt with me?”
The tease causes your face to flush even more red as you wince. “Yeah, that didn’t really come out the way I intended.”
The quiet laugh Alexia lets out should make you feel even more mortified, but you’re past the point of caring anymore. Now if only Alexia would grant you the mercy of a quick rejection you could finally let go and squash this giant hopeless crush of yours.
“I’d love to go on a date with you,” Alexia chuckles, giving your cheek a fond pat. It’s done mockingly, really, but you can’t help but be endeared by the action.
“Really?” You’d be embarrassed by how quick you light up but that would be the least embarrassing thing you’ve done all month so really you could care less.
“Really.”
And sure, you definitely see the way Keira halfheartedly slides a euro over to a gleeful Aitana, and yeah, Mapi’s definitely poking fun about how stupidly unsmooth you are but for tonight you’re the luckiest girl in Barcelona.
Because you have a date with the Alexia Putellas.
And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Mija's Halloween
Alexia Putellas x Baby!Reader
Summary: The twelfth of my Halloween-centric fics
It wasn't often that the staff let them have too much fun on camp.
There were breaks for team bonding and a few game nights but nothing like a party, especially not a Halloween party.
But the RFEF could be fickle at times and Alexia knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth so just nodded along when the staff told her of their plans.
Besides, it just meant that she could finally dig out the Halloween costume from her suitcase and put you in it.
You'd worn it once before at the store to check it was the right size but that was it. The tags were still on it by the time Alexia puts it on you for a second time.
"Mija," She coos," Over here, look at the camera."
You do no such thing, looking down at the scary pumpkin face on the front of your body. Your little brow furrows in confusion as you touch it.
"Mija," Alexia says again," Look, it's our friend Bun-Bun!"
At the mention of your bunny, your head pops up and you watch as Alexia dangles your best friend behind the camera.
"That's it," She says," Big smile. Smile for me, Mija."
You giggle as she makes Bun-Bun do a funny dance while she takes enough pictures of you to fill a whole album before finally returning your bunny to you.
"Oh!" Alexia says," Big kisses for Bun-Bun. Does Mami get kisses too?"
You lean forward and give her more of a big wet puff of air than an actual kiss but Alexia accepts it all the same, finally placing the hat onto your head so you can be a proper pumpkin.
"Now," She says, as she changes into her own costume," You need to remember to laugh when you see whatever silly costume Tia Jenni is wearing, okay? Osita will be a fox like always but Tia Jenni will wear something silly."
You babble a bit back at her, chewing on Bun-Bun's ear until Alexia lifts you up and onto her hip, pointing at the mirror.
"We're pumpkins!" Alexia says," Can you say that? Pump-kins?"
You babble something that kind of sounds like that but also not really.
Alexia takes it as a win, kissing the top of your head before making her way downstairs to where the party is already in full swing.
Just like she predicted, your cousin Osita is dressed up as a little fox complete with ears and paws and a cute bushy tail that you briefly wonder if you can pull.
You don't get the chance to though because Alexia gently presses a kiss to the top of Osita's head and continues walking through the hall, bringing Osita back to Tia Jenni at the same time.
It's not difficult to find the others, hidden away in the corner like they're simultaneously too old or too tired to take part in the quite vicious game of Spoons that the younger girls are partaking in.
"Jenni..." Alexia says," Are you a...?"
"Fork? Yes, yes I am."
Jenni grins proudly back, hands on her hips as she shows off her fork costume.
"And the fox ears are because...?"
"Osita wanted to match." Jenni looks down meaningfully at the bottom of the table, where Osita has hidden herself away with some food and her IPad. "But I've had this fork costume for ages so we compromised."
"You had this fork costume...for ages," Alexia repeats, completely deadpan.
"Since last Halloween," Jenni replies, nodding like she's done something particularly impressive by not assaulting everyone's eyes with the costume until this Halloween has rolled around.
"Mija," Alexia coos, getting your attention again," Remember what I said when we see Tia Jenni's silly costume?"
She tickles your tummy and you burst into a peal of laughter.
"That's exactly right! We laugh at Tia Jenni!"
Jenni rolls her eyes as she gestures towards Irene.
"At least I didn't just bring a sheet and cut holes in it!"
Irene, dressed plainly as a ghost, shrugs.
"This party was very short notice," She says," They're lucky I went out and bought a sheet rather than just cutting up one of theirs. Besides, Matteo wants to be a ghost this year. We can match."
"Well, Alexia knows all about matching. Two pumpkins in a pumpkin patch," Jenni teases.
Alexia rolls her eyes. "At least I'm making my little girl's dream come true. Fox ears? Really?"
"Hey! Osita likes them! Besides, Mija can barely talk. How do you know matching costumes is what she wanted?"
You hear your name and lift up your head from where you're playing with Bun-Bun.
Tia Jenni and Tia Irene are looking at you but you look away because Alexia is looking at you too.
You lean your whole body weight against her, tucking your head under her chin and reaching your hand out to play with her fingers.
Alexia grins down at you. "I think Mija is very happy with our pumpkin costumes."
"I think Mija," Jenni says pointedly," Is up past her bedtime."
Your train of babble has slowed down now and you're more of less gnawing on Bun-Bun's ear like you do with your dummy sometimes.
"Osita too," Alexia says, spying the way that Osita is leaning more heavily against Jenni's legs," I think this is a bit too much excitement for them."
"Well I guess they don't want any sweeties then."
You don't know a lot of words but you recognise that one, blinking blearily as you try to sit up though Alexia's arms cuddled around your body restrict a lot of your movement.
Irene shakes her little bag of sweeties and even Osita pops her head up to take a look.
"Mami!" You whine, kicking your little feet when Alexia doesn't let you lean forward to collect what Tia Irene is offering. "Mami!"
Alexia laughs at the stubborn look on your face, cheeks puffed out in outrage before she finally gives in.
"Maybe we eat this tomorrow, Mija," She says to you as a big yawn racks your whole body," You're very sleepy."
Her finger swipes down your nose and you go cross eyed trying to follow it. Your eyelids feel all heavy and droopy and Alexia is so nice and warm against you.
"Well I think she's out for the count," Alexia says softly, adjusting you in her arms until your head is pillowed against her shoulder," I think I should get her to bed."
A content, sleepy noise leaves your mouth that has Alexia melting as she puts you in your travel crib, smacking your little lips together.
"Your bottle isn't for another few hours," She coos, stroking a finger over your cheek," And then we can cuddle in bed."
You make another soft noise and Alexia just can't help herself.
"You're right, Mija," She says," Let's cuddle now."
#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas#woso community#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso
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okokok i can't stop thinking about @yan-randomfandom 's godling fic so here's some drabbles on ford's thoughts.. this can be some sort of continuation of this! (P.s i hope i'm not bothering by tagging you jdkdkrjk 😭😭)
part 1 part 2
visualization that inspired me
"Well i'll see you later, pines, until then!"
Ford wakes up.
You really aren't just a piece of his dream. But he can't just believe fact that you aren't bill. Second dimensional, wearing a bowtie, and all that. Who would know if he could just be wearing some sort of bizarre skin?
But then he starts thinking what you just called him. Pines. Bill never called him that. All his years studying and time with bill, he had never heard anything about a deity like you. Could you possibly be from the same dimension as bill? If so, wouldn't that mean you're bill's ally? That's got to be the only logical reason here. You're likely trying to trick him to be able to make a deal with you. Well that sure isn't gonna work now.
But he had to be sure.. maybe this night he'll try to get some answers out of you.
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"You're not here to make a deal, are you?"
"Deals aren't my forte,"
"I do wishes."
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"Is that so? Well then, how many wishes?"
"One." His eyebrows furrowed at that. "Bill-"
"I am not Bill Cipher."
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"You could use your wish to help me gain my memories back, or you could use it for yourself, it's your choice, really."
After a little more talk, he knows now that you are likely not lying, and that really don't have any recollections of your own past, and even your name. Still, he couldn't just trust you. Everyone knows what happened the last time that happens. He still needs to fish out as many answers as he could get.
But you probably even don't have much to give anyway, since all your replies are just "i don't know" or "i don't remember". He became slightly frustrated at your lack of vary answers, but guess he should appreciate you not trying to twist any truth there is.
Back in the mindscape, Ford's deep in his thoughts as he observes you moving around almost boredly. There's just so many questions.
If he really used his wish to get your memories back, would you be indebt to him? Or would you try to burn the world down just like bill?
He let out a small sigh, but soon a realization hit him, You can read his mind. If bill has that power, you could do the same-
He suddenly jumped, alarmed. You paused what you were doing and looked at him. "You alright there, pines?"
He was about to retaliate- but seeing your almost sincere and confused look on just a singular eye, he calms down abit from his overthinking. Just because you have similiar physical traits, you're not bill. Atleast not as far as he knows now with your memory loss.
You can't hurt him. Not in the mindscape anyway.
"I'm fine." He finally replied, after seeing that you were still staring at him.
He should probably start investigating to see if there's anything out there that could tell him more about you.
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Aka, ford keeps comparing you to his ex muse after first few meetings
#gravity falls#gravity falls x reader#stanford pines#yandere ford pines#ford pines x reader#yandere stanford pines#stanford pines x reader#ford pines#yandere gravity falls#txt#my art#writing
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an experiment pt. 2
lando norris x reporter!reader
pt. 1 here
tags: @sarx164 @wildflowerrsszz, @jaematthews15, @opastries81 @armystay89
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You hadn’t been back to F1 since that Austin race but as the IndyCar season ended, you got assigned to cover the rest of the F1 season. So here you were in Qatar, currently watching a colossal disaster by McLaren which in your mind, pretty much secured the win for Max even though it wouldn’t be official until Vegas.
The yellow flag killed Lando’s race, and as much as you wanted to rag on him, you really didn’t think it was much of his fault. He was one of the last ones in the media pen and you were late to getting over to him, so you joined as some other reporters started asking questions.
What does this mean for your championship race against Max?
Why didn’t you slow down at the yellow flag?
How do you move forward from this?
You could tell he was miserable answering the questions and about mid-way through Andrea joined him, causing Lando to straighten up. You felt a wave of irritation when you saw the man, which confused you. He was friendly and always open with the media but it was something about this season, how he seemed to be almost less supportive of his drivers that rubbed you the wrong way.
“Y/n,” Lando called your name, sounding defeated. “Anything?”
You chewed on your lip for a second before turning to his team principal.
“Actually a few for Andrea, if you don’t mind?”
Lando looked relieved as Andrea smiled, turning his attention to you.
“It seems like every other team in the vicinity warned their drivers about an upcoming yellow flag, did your pit wall just miss it?” You asked and he blinked in surprise. Lando gave you a curious look while Andrea started to answer.
“Well, it all happened very fast,” he started but you cut in.
“Was it any slower for any of the other teams?” You asked.
“Well he had it flash on his steering wheel as well, so I think we were all slow to react,” he answered, shifting the blame onto Lando. You tilted your head.
“Are you going to appeal the penalty?” You asked and he shook his head.
“No, there is no reason to,” he said firmly, eyeing you warily. Lando looked deflated at his answer and you felt your heart clench. “Why would we?”
“I think that Max Verstappen could get out of his car and punch another driver in the face and Christian Horner would have a binder of documentation ready to defend him in an appeal,” you said, earning a laugh from the other reporters around you. “So you aren’t even going to do the minimum of just filing?”
“That’s not how we operate,” Andrea finally said and you clicked your pen, putting your notepad away.
“Clearly.”
A little while later you were sitting in the hotel lobby, having a drink while writing up your recap when your phone pinged.
LN: thank you
You didn’t reply, you didn’t want him to get any ideas that you were friends, but it did make you feel good to hear.
“Can I sit?” Someone asked and you looked up to see Oscar standing by your table.
“Sure,” you said, giving him a small smile.
“I saw the clip from you and Andrea,” he said casually, and you met his eyes over your laptop. “I hope it helped Lando.”
“What do you mean?” You asked. “I wasn’t doing it to be nice, I just don’t think he was the one to blame.”
"Right," Oscar said with a knowing smirk. "And I'm sure your fierce defense of Lando had nothing to do with what happened between you two in Austin."
You froze, your fingers hovering over your keyboard. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Oscar leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Come on, y/n. The whole paddock knows something went down between you and Lando that night. The tension between you two has been different ever since."
You felt your cheeks flush as you closed your laptop. "It was nothing. Just a... misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding that involved you leaving his hotel room at 3 AM?" Oscar raised an eyebrow.
You gaped at him. "How did you—"
"I have my sources," he said with a wink. "Look, I'm not here to judge. Quite the opposite. I’m happy with what you did and can only hope it gave him so kind of break from beating himself up.”
“He’s been sensitive this season,” you said and Oscar nodded, agreeing.
“He’s having a hard time with all the noise,” Oscar said. “But it will get better.”
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The new relationship you had with Lando quickly deteriorated after you published a blog recapping the battle for the world championship. You wrote the truth: mental mistakes and team instability were the main factors for Max to keep his lead and win. Journalism wasn’t the business of feelings and you couldn’t understand why people didn’t get that.
LN: Seriously?
Y/N: Seriously, what?
LN: Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.
Y/N: If this is about the article, I don’t see the problem.
LN: You don’t see the problem? You basically called me and my team a disaster.
Y/N: I reported the facts, Lando. That’s my job.
LN: Your “facts” make me sound like I threw the championship away.
Y/N: I never said that. I said mental mistakes and team instability played a role in Max winning. That’s not an opinion. That’s reality.
LN: Oh, so I’m just mentally weak now? That’s what you think?
Y/N: That’s what the results show.
LN: Wow. Good to know how you really see me.
Y/N: It’s not about how I see you. It’s about what happened. You made mistakes. The team made mistakes. That’s part of racing.
LN: And instead of backing me, you wrote that.
Y/N: Backing you? I’m not your PR rep, Lando. I’m a journalist. My job isn’t to make you feel better about a bad race.
LN: No, your job is apparently to humiliate me in front of the whole world.
Y/N: Oh my god, don’t be dramatic. If you’d won, I’d have written about that too.
LN: But I didn’t win, did I? And now all anyone’s talking about is how I “crumbled under pressure.”
Y/N: If you’re upset about the narrative, prove them wrong next season.
LN: Right. Thanks for the support.
Y/N: Lando be for real
LN: No, I get it. Journalism isn’t about feelings, right? Guess that means ours don’t matter either.
Y/N: That’s not fair.
LN: Neither was that article.
Y/N: …
LN: Have a nice life!
Y/N: Lando for fuck’s sake
LN: Message read.
What you quickly realized, in the aftermath of that article, was that you had never published anything that critical of Lando before, even if it was valid. So you were a little surprised when your social media started blowing up from his fanbase. The nastiest things you could ever imagine were messaged, tweeted, and posted about you. Fans found your personal accounts, pulling pictures to make fun of you. Making fun of and invalidating your career, saying you only got where you were because you slept with coworkers. Somehow your phone number got leaked and you immediately had to get a new phone. Fans were blowing up at ESPN, sending constant emails, demanding you be fired. It was insanity.
As much as you wished you could pretend that this didn’t bother you, you were terrified. Terrified that someone would find where you lived, terrified you would get fired. You were a confident woman, but how many times could read the same hate comments over and over without starting to believe it.
The week after, your boss called you into his office and you probably would have been nervous if you weren’t so dead inside. You took a seat opposite of him, not saying anything as he looked at you in concern.
“I’m placing you on personal leave,” he said and you met his gaze.
“Am I in trouble?”
He scoffed, “of course not. That article isn’t even close to some of the shit this company has written over the past couple of years. But I’m worries about you. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
“I haven’t,” you admitted, looking down.
“You are a good reporter but you need a break. Go somewhere to relax and don’t take your phone. The shit they are saying online about you in heinous, I’m sorry that you got caught up in it.”
After thanking your boss for being a good human being you left the office and immediately booked a ticket to go back to your hometown.
Lando’s POV
Lando was back at McLaren HQ after the season and was happy to see the Arrow McLaren drivers there as well.
“What’s up guys,” Pato said, greeting both him and Oscar. “Congratulations on the championship.”
“Thanks man,” Lando said and the three of them spent a little while catching up.
“You guys had your testing week a couple of weeks ago right?” Oscar asked Pato who nodded. “Did you see y/n?”
“No she wasn’t there, she’s on personal leave for the rest of the year I believe,” Pato said and Lando’s interest perked at that.
“Taking a month vacation, not very professional,” he commented and both boys snapped towards him; Oscar with a look of warning and Pato with a look of fury. “What?”
“She’s not on vacation asshole,” Pato shot at him. “She was placed on personal leave because of your fucking mob.”
“What are you talking about?” Lando asked and Oscar looked at him with a little sympathy.
Pato shook his head in disbelief. "You seriously don't know? After that article she wrote about the championship, your fans went absolutely insane. They've been harassing her non-stop for weeks - death threats, leaked personal information, trying to get her fired. It got so bad ESPN had to put her on leave for her own safety."
Lando felt the blood drain from his face. "What? No, that can't be right. My fans wouldn't do that."
Oscar placed a hand on Lando's shoulder. "Mate, it's true. It's been all over social media. Some of the stuff they've been saying is horrific."
"But... but I never told them to do anything like that," Lando stammered, his mind reeling. "I was upset about the article, sure, but I'd never want..."
"It doesn't matter what you wanted," Pato said. “But I mean look at the way you two have publicly treated each other, it’s not crazy for your fans to think that you hate her.”
“Have you heard from her?” Lando asked quietly.
Pato shook his head, “Not personally. She’s good friends with another Indy driver, David, and he’s been hanging out with her for the last week. According to him, she’s thinking about not coming back.”
Lando’s heart dropped hearing this.
Later, when he was back in his hotel he pulled out his phone and logged into Instagram for the first time in months to post something to his story.
“After not being on social media for a while, i’ve been made aware of constant harassment towards y/n. If you are part of the mass group of people attacking her online, know that you are no fan of mine. Y/n is a talented reporter who has done nothing but report facts and fair analysis of F1. I am disgusted by the responses of my “so-called fans” towards her. Get a fucking life.”
Y/N’s POV
You were curled up on your childhood bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone when a notification popped up. Your heart rate spiked seeing Lando's name, but you clicked on it anyway, curious what he could possibly have to say after weeks of silence.
As you read his Instagram story, a mix of emotions washed over you. Part of you felt vindicated that he was finally acknowledging the situation. Another part felt angry that it had taken him this long to say anything. And a small, traitorous part of you felt touched by his defense of your work.
Your phone buzzed with a text from Pato: "Did you see Lando's post?"
You sighed, typing back: "Yeah, just now. Too little too late though."
Pato replied quickly: "Maybe. I don’t think he knew, though. He seemed genuinely upset when I told him what was happening."
You knew that he wasn’t on social media much so it did make sense that he wouldn’t have known. Your phone buzzed again, and you looked down, expecting to see Pato’s name.
LN: I bought a ticket to Austin, I need to see you.
pt. 3
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Thanks for the tags @annoyingcloudearthquake @henrygrass and @strandnreyes! Have a long preview from the 4x04 Missing Moment since 4x03 was so mean :)
“I think you owe TK an apology.”
Iris’s eyebrows raise.
“You called him a hot mess.”
“In a good way!”
Carlos laughs. “How is that a good thing?”
“Because you like fixing people,” she tells him, blunt and straight-forward. “Like me.”
He looks into her eyes. He can see so much of their past when he looks at her, the foundations of her face mostly unchanged even though they’ve both grown up so much since the day they met on the playground.
“I didn’t fix you,” he says, gently.
Iris considers him and shrugs. “I guess not.”
“And I wasn’t trying to. You never needed to be fixed.”
“It had started, before you and I split up.” Iris briefly worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “The voices and the confusion. It didn’t get really bad for a few years after, but …”
Carlos frowns. He never knew that.
“I used to see things in our apartment and then look at you to see if you were seeing it too. And it didn’t seem like you were, and I was never sure which one of us was the crazy one.”
“You know I wasn’t doing great, either,” Carlos tells her. “Maybe I didn’t have anything you could diagnose but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t struggling. I was hiding from the whole world and using you to do it. Hiding from myself, from the things about me I thought were broken.”
Iris scoots closer to him on the small bed and holds his face in her hands. “You were not broken. You were just who you were supposed to be.”
Carlos smiles and wraps his hand around her thin wrist. “I know that, now. Falling in love with TK made all that stuff okay. I like who I am, now, because he loves me.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “That’s so fucking sappy.”
Carlos cracks up. “I know. Shut up. It’s true.”
“Good. I’m so happy for you.”
Nodding and licking his lips, Carlos says, “If it helps, I owe him about a hundred apologies.”
“For what?”
“I let him think you going missing was his fault,” Carlos admits. “Because he came to talk to you at the shelter when I told him not to.”
Frowning, Iris states, “Well, that was stupid. He had nothing to do with it.”
“I know that, now, too.” Carlos takes a breath. “I was scared, because I thought I was losing you all over again when I’d just got you back.”
“I guess that second part isn’t totally on you. I have a phone, I could’ve called you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because …” It’s Iris’s turn to sigh. “Because I’m the hot mess, and I didn’t want you having to clean up after me anymore. That’s why I wanted us to split up in the first place, I felt like I was dragging you down and I didn’t want to do that.”
“I felt like I was dragging you down,” Carlos replies, and they share a smile at the absurdity of their own mistakes and all the time that they wasted.
Iris nods. Slowly, as if she’s genuinely trying to understand, she says, “You said TK’s been through a lot. Three comas?”
Carlos laughs. “He has been through a lot. His dad survived cancer multiple times, his mom didn’t survive a traffic accident last year.”
“Oh.” Her forehead crumples, eyes suddenly shining in empathy.
“Lots of other stuff,” Carlos continues, not willing to spill TK’s entire history of painful circumstances. TK’s fairly open about his addiction and recovery, but it’s his story to tell, not Carlos’s. “But that doesn’t mean he’s a damsel in distress. And neither are you.”
“This week I was,” Iris argues. “I was concussed but I distinctly remember you carrying me bridal-style out of a house, like a princess being rescued from a dungeon by a knight in shining armor.”
Chuckling again, Carlos relents, “Alright, I’ve give you that one. That was pretty classic damsel.”
Iris gestures her hands in front of them, as if to say see?
He reaches out and takes them, folds both of her smaller hands into his. “Even still. The amount of times you and TK saved me outnumbers the times I saved either of you. And even if it doesn’t, it’s not a competition. When you love someone, you want to help them.”
“When did my dorky friend Carlos get so smart?” Iris asks, with an eyeroll.
“Somewhere in the middle of all the fuck-ups, I guess.” Carlos shrugs. “At some point you have to start learning the lessons life’s trying to teach you.”
They share a smile, past and present seeming to blur together as Carlos remembers all the times they spent feeling like it was just the two of them against the whole world. That world is bigger, now, expanded to include more people who care about both of them, but Iris was the first person who ever really knew him and it warms his heart to have her back in his life. He’s not letting her go, this time.
There’s a soft knock at the door, TK is peering around the edge of it with a take-out tray of coffee cups in his hand. “Sorry, I can come back.”
Carlos shakes his head. “No, babe, come in.”
Iris gasps dramatically, putting her hand to her chest. “You call him babe?”
“Fuck you,” Carlos tells her, laughing as she fans herself.
TK steps into the room, looking back and forth between them with an unsure look on his face.
“Hi!” Iris says brightly, standing up and rounding on him at the foot of Carlos’s bed.
“Hey, Iris,” TK answers, just a hint of caution in his voice. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“Thanks!” She reaches out, cutting right to the chase as she always does at taking his shoulders into her hands. Emphatically, she says, “You are not a hot mess.”
TK frowns. “Uh. Okay.”
Nodding her head sideways toward Carlos, Iris continues, “This one, though? You and me have got our work cut out for us.”
Carlos presses his lips together and hides his smile in looking down at his own lap.
“I think we can manage it if we work together.”
TK’s quiet laughter sounds puzzled more than anything, but he agrees, “Okay. Deal.”
Iris nods and gives him a brief hug – TK returning it one-armed because he’s still holding a take-out tray – and then she winks at Carlos before she bounces from the room, long ponytail swinging behind her.
TK turns an utterly bewildered expression in Carlos’s direction once the door has closed behind her. “What the hell was that?”
“I told her she owed you an apology. Which, I guess technically that wasn’t one, but it might be as close as you’ll get.”
“Oh.” TK huffs and steps around Carlos’s bed, setting the coffees on the nightstand. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yeah, I did.” Carlos reaches out, catching TK’s wrist so that he can’t move too far away. TK raises his eyebrows in question and Carlos tugs lightly so TK takes the spot Iris had just been occupying, seated on the mattress next to Carlos’s hip.
TK frowns at him, reaching his own arm out to smooth his hand over Carlos’s hair.
With tightness in his chest, Carlos says, “I also told her I owe you about a hundred apologies.”
TK exhales slowly and shakes his head. “No you don’t.”
“I do,” Carlos argues.
After a beat of silence, TK says, “Do you remember when we were in here after the coma?”
“Which one?” Carlos jokes, loving the way TK’s eyes crinkle at the edges when he softly laughs.
“The last one.”
“Yeah.”
“You said … something about not being mad at me anymore, because watching me almost die and then come back made everything else feel like it didn’t matter.”
Carlos nods. “I remember.” It had been the truth. He’d spent months drowning in so many things – confusion, grief, frustration, anger, isolation, heartbreak – and the moment TK gasped himself back to life, it felt like they all dissolved into rainwater at his feet. The only thing in the world he cared about was that TK was alive.
“I get that, now.” TK’s voice wobbles as he says, “I almost lost you, baby. I felt your heart stop. The only thing that matters is that you’re here.”
Carlos reaches for him; TK moves in a little closer and leans over to kiss his cheek, and Carlos wishes he could drag TK down into the bed with him and wrap around him like a starfish and never let him go. TK braces his hand on the pillow next to Carlos’s shoulder and stays tipped forward, their foreheads and noses brushing. It doesn’t last as long as Carlos wants it to, after a minute TK kisses beside his nose and sits back upright, but Carlos doesn’t let him move any further away.
“Can we talk about it anyway?” he asks, his own voice suddenly rough.
To relieve some tension from the moment, TK teases, “Carlos Reyes wants to talk about something difficult?”
Carlos laughs, in spite of himself, but he also nods and he means it when he says, “Yes. I do.”
TK nods too. “Okay.”
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hi!! ive been enjoying your work for awhile now, and have two questions bt “From the Shadows of the Deep”
First, is Tails’ vitality thing going to play a significant role in the plot?
And second, is Sonic like, gonna fall for the Kraken? Romantically? Or are they just going to form a friendship? I’m sorry if this is a weird question and if the answer is obvious, lol. It is a sonadow fic afterall. I am just caught off guard since Sonic doesn’t know the Kraken is Shadow and sees it as just a sentient oversized octopus. Wouldn’t he js b falling inlove with an animal? (Not meant to be rude, just curious bt what u think <3)
Hello there! First of all, yes, Tails' vitality reader will play a role in the fic, but will probably be a lot more minor than people are expcting!
And all right, now let's get into the meat of this ask!
Usually, I don't sit down and clarify or explain what's going on in my fics because I would prefer for my writing to do the talking. HOWEVER, the idea of Sonic falling in love with the Kraken has been brought up enough that I will try to elaborate a bit on what's going to go on over the next few chapters, just so that you (and anyone else reading this) can decide if they want to continue with this fic or not. So conceptual spoilers ahead, read at your own risk!
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Sonic's feelings for the Kraken's are going to be very convoluted, and while he won't technically harbor explicit romantic feelings towards the Kraken, he is going to be very confused about what exactly it IS that he is feeling towards him. There's going to be a lot of reflection as he kind of grapples with the morality with their growing closeness and intimate moments, and this is all needs to happen in order for a very specific scene to occur. The scene that the entire fic revolves around.
Because the thing is, he is in love with Shadow the Hedgehog, and what that means is that he is going to fall in love with Shadow no matter what form he takes, whether he knows it's Shadow or not. That's kind of the poetry I'm going for with this whole thing: it doesn't matter if Shadow is a monster or a hedgehog, or if Sonic knows it's him, he loves him no matter who or what he is. So this sense of familiarity and attraction he feels towards the Kraken is going to confuse him, because even though he knows that it's weird and wrong, there is still something that draws him in, because that "something" is the fact that the Kraken and Shadow are one and the same.
Long story short, we only have a few chapters of this complicated Sonic/Kraken thing. I just updated the tags to include "mild interspecies romance" because I am surprised that I didn't do that from the start, so hopefully this can prepare future readers better for the contents of the fic. The entire final act (aka last six chapters of the story) is going to be Sonic and Shadow, and that is when the "real" romance begins, though technically it is starting with his interactions with the Kraken in the second act we are in right now.
So yeah, that was a long one! Hopefully it answered your main question? Idk you're not the only person who has brought this up, so that's kind of why I went so in-depth. And I'm really hoping that these next chapters can execute this vision I have, because as I've mentioned elsewhere, this is kind of the meat of the story we're in right now. Anyways, thanks for asking!
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The Dancer [FA14 smau]
Fernando Alonoso x dancer!reader
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Summary: Few months after, everybody laughs when they remember the rumors about Fernando Alonso and Taylor Swift dating. Would they laugh though if they new it maybe wasn't so far from truth as it may seem? Well, one thing's for sure - Y/N and Fernando will laugh very much while soft launching their relationship... and confusing everyone with swiftie content thanks to her job.
Warnings: Maybe wrong dates and timeline of The Eras Tour, but whatever XD.
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fernandoalo_oficial I was taken by the view like we were in Paris... romance is not dead.
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user1 i dont think my brain can comprehend so many things all at once😨
user2 right? I'M IN SHOCK
user3 fr fernando wants to give us a heart attack😭
lilymhe I see what you did here...
alex_albon I indeed see what he did here too...😏
user4 guys tell us what he did pls I'm begging youuuu
user5 Alonso soft launching was not on my 2024 bingo card
user6 him soft launching with TAYLOR SWIFT wasn't on MY bingo card 😭
user7 How he's suddenly so hot in the first pic? Like damn sir okay🫢
user8 girlfriend effect is real y'all
georgerussell63 Mate you can't do that to me, I just woke up 😧
user8 lmfao princess georgie is as confused as we are xd
fernandoalo_oficial sorry mate, don't get wrinkles🤞
gerogerussell63 What even is that choice of emoji?
fernandoalo_oficial well, someone is original with an emoji and someone is original with a pose... choice is yours 😃
georgerussell63 Stop it's been almost a year 😭
user9 not them bullying each other💀
user10 Yeah the duo we didn't know we needed
user11 I saw the first picture and almost spat out my drink in shock of such a hot photo of Nando. Then I swiped and literally choked on it because the last think I'd ever expect from his photo dump is a soft lunch of some baddie girl🫣
user12 I am delusional for thinking Taylonso could still have a chance, aren't I?
user13 well i mean you basically answered it yourself so... yeah XD
user14 OMG WHAAAAAAT😱
user15 oh no Fernando is not single anymore💔
user16 I think I accidentally teleported into some alternative universe... what is thiiiis?
user17 REAL
user18 fuck me this man seriously used lyrics from paris by ts💀
user19 Idk why but I kinda like this new side of Fernando😻
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yourusername crazy performance, even crazier night out and the most crazy training the day after... I call that the life of a dancer😻🎉 also my head and heart did go vroom vroom after the second pic
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taylorswift I call that the eras tour life!💗
yourusername yes ma'am!
user1 damn she got our queen Taylor replying to her posts... how does it feel to live my dream?!😭
yourusername amazing! 🥰
user2 such a shame my mum didn't force me to try dancing when I was little... I could have been at podium next to Taylor Swift right now 😃
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user3 You are such a good dancer, the shows wouldn't be the same without you Y/N!
yourusername omg thank u sm I really appreciate that!!🥹
user4 sooo... are we gonna just ignore Fernando in the likes or what???
user5 THAT'S WHAT I CAME HERE TO SAY
user6 fr I need some crazy detective from twitter to figure this out😫
carmenmmundt Hey, could you give me and lilymhe vip tickets...?
yourusername I mean... everything can be done 😏 I'll just need to ask mother Taylor bc I just used my plus one at the last concert🫡
lilymhe OH MY GOD WE LOVE YOU Y/N
yourusername I love you girls as well, we have to finally meet sometimes!!!
carmenmmundt Yeah, I think we'll have chance at the end of February at the latest😉
user7 WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE
user8 Omg are they hinting Y/N at the Bahrain GP?? F1 season starts at the end of February right?!
goergerussell63 Well hello there, nice to meet you Y/N... given the fact my dear girlfriend doesn't care about me, could you give me and alex_albon vip tickets as well?😊
alex_albon Yeah Y/N we are very big fans😊
yourusername everything for the guys that go vroom vroom🫡
alex_albon Like your heart
yourusername exactly!
user9 I AM FREAKING OUT
user9 MY BRAIN HURTS FROM HOW MUCH IS GOING ON
user9 WAIT FUCK I THINK I GOT IT
user9 AAAHHH I FEEL LIKE SHERLOCK MF HOLMES
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yourusername preparing for the next season🤞
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user1 y/n is literally living my dream life rn
georgerussell63 Oh no... he infected you with that emoji, didn't he?
yourusername we'll never know... maybe I infected HIM with it
gourgerussell63 I think higher of you and your taste in emojis
yourusername aww thanks princess georgie how sweet🥰
georgerussell63 I take it back
user2 HELLO?! what is happening💀
dancer1 excuse me little miss y/n... is that a man i'm seeing?🤨
yourusername well... maybe
dancer2 Be fr she's trying to soft launch him for like a month now😭
dancer1 okay i'm calling you rn STAY WHERE YOU ARE
user3 Guys why's nobody talking about the paddock pass in the 5th picture!!!!
user4 omg that's a PADDOCK PASS?😱
user5 yeah it is I noticed it thanks to this comment
user6 Wait... does that mean her and Fernando have been together longer? Because she already went to a race before the winter break??
user5 idk girl we don't even know for sure she's really dating him😓
user6 idgaf about who's dating her bc even without bf y/n's sooo hot like damn... mommy🥵
user7 I'm so confused... is this Alonso's girl or not?
user8 trust me user7 - we'd all like to know that😭
user9 😍
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user1 replied to yourusername story: is that an f1 driver there y/n
dancer1 replied to yourusername story: Hope he'll not disappoint me in person when you talked about him sm 😒
yourusername ohhh trust me you'll love him just as I do🥰
dancer1 omg bleeeeh I hope not 🫣
user2 replied to yourusername story: your friends are so pretty😩
taylorswift replied to yourusername story: When you'll take him to get my approval??
yourusername soon taylor, soon... I'm just afraid it'll break the internet lol
taylorswift I think we're used to that already with Travis at this point😂
yourusername true😭
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yourusername it's going to be okay, they'll love you 🫶
fernandoalo_oficial how did you know I was nervous amor?
yourusername I saw you literally shaking when you left to the bathroom love...😹
yourusername oh they're back come quickly!!💞
fernandoalo_oficial onmw
user3 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: IS THIS THE CONFIRMATION WE NEEDED?!
user4 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: I see what you're doing here old man 👀
user5 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: soft launch slowly turning into a hard launch and I'm here for it!!!!
dancer1 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: I guess you aren't that bad in person...
fernandoalo_oficial 😁
user6 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: screaming crying throwing up
taylorswift replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: You better treat my best dancer right Alonso!🤍
fernandoalo_oficial of course ma'am! 🫡
user7 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: So cute!!😍
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fernandoalo_oficial All these people think love's for show but I would die for you in secret... #swiftie
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yourusername I'd just like to make it clear to everybody that it's me who made him be swiftie... you're welcome💋
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user1 OMG THE LYRICS FROM PEACE BY TAYLOR
carmenmmundt Y/N is so pretty!😍
yourusername ohh carmen ilysm you're even prettier🥹
user2 No way Fernando just really har launched his gf😭
f1 We smell a new wag!
user4 LOL you're kinda late for that admin xd
user5 Congrats and wish you well world champ!💪
user6 can we talk about how gorgeous she is???
lilymhe double date when honey?
yourusername anytime babeee!!!
fernandoalo_oficial why do I have a feeling me and alex_albon will be third-wheeling on you two?🤨
alex_albon you'll eventually get used to third-wheeling your own girlfriend and her friends, trust me fernando...🤠
user7 This girl is like a goddess, I can't even blame him ❤️🔥
user8 mommy & daddy
georgerussell63 Finally! Congratulation on the hard launch mate👍
fernandoalo_oficial and look who's original with emojis now...😂
user9 from now on this is my fav couple
user10 mine to
user11 SHUT UP THE DELULU GIRLIES ON TWITTER WERE RIGHT
lance_stroll 💚💚
user12 nah I don't know what he see in her🙄
user13 Go away we don't want the jealous haters here 🥱
kellypiquet Welcome to the F1 family yourusername!🤍
yourusername thx!💞
user14 i call this couple goals
user15 I'M SO READY FOR BOYFRIEND MATERIAL ALONSO
user16 I can already feel he'll be so hot in his new era 😩
user17 lmao nando in his swiftie and stlutty era as someone on twitter said😹
yourusername swiftie and slutty era? i like the sound of it😏
user16 not y/n reading all the comments sipping over her bf 💀
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Author's Note: Hello everyone, hope you liked it! I'm not sure you should get used to me posting so often, but let's say that after Lance's social media au and the great feedback I had so much motivation... plus I'm sick, so I actually have the time to write and create XD. Anyway, I'll be glad for likes, comments, reblog and every other way of showing support! Have a great day and let me know how you liked Nando and swiftie dancer together!
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re your tags on that last post, you could say he was...biden his time
BA DUMP TSHH.
I think that everyone, having gotten through the initial 24 hours of rage, fear, terror, confusion, anger, and frustration, is coming around to the idea that this was possibly a good thing and has undoubtedly given the Democratic ticket a much-needed jolt of energy. There are still all the very valid conversations to be had about the sway of a tiny group of billionaire donors, the media and Anonymous Democratic Sources bullying, the decision to torch Biden when they could so easily (so! easily!!!) have done it to Trump at any time and have clearly decided to go FULLY into the tank for him instead. This has many worrisome implications for democracy, and it's not something to be celebrated. All of that is still very much true.
However, now that we have had concrete evidence of the party immediately cohering around Kamala and the grassroots donors busting down the door to give her money, it may also turn out that this was a very wise political jiu-jitsu move by a very crafty political veteran like Biden. As the post I just reblogged pointed out, he did it AFTER the GOP convention, when the Republicans had already locked in (by any reasonable metric) a terrible, terrible ticket. It makes the Democrats look like the ones responsive to the American people demanding a younger and more mentally "with it" candidate (no matter how obvious the slurs about ageism were in regard to Biden when Trump is literally THREE YEARS YOUNGER and far more obviously scrambled). It opens all the excitement and historic firsts of Obama in 2008, it gives the perfect "Prosecutor vs. Felon" tagline that's really easy to run with and stick in people's minds, it is beautiful revenge for all Trump's horrible sexist behavior in 2016 (and really, his whole life) and it gives the Democrats the narrative, if they can FUCKING STICK TOGETHER AND STOP STABBING EACH OTHER IN THE BACK. Now we get to hear about Kamala's running mate, Kamala's plans, feel-good pieces about how she appeals to youth, women/people of color, etc. etc. ALL THAT IS GOOD.
I think/hope the DNC will now be a massive celebration of Biden, who after all came out of retirement when he was already old to take on Trump, beat him, deliver an incredibly successful presidency, and pass the torch on to Kamala. I saw some criticism of Obama yesterday for not endorsing her immediately, but what I read is that he/the other Democratic big beasts (Pelosi, Schumer, etc) want to be a uniting figure with an endorsement of the final candidate, if there was a contested primary beforehand. Thank fuck, it doesn't look like there will be, but it also means that they might wait until the DNC before openly endorsing her. Now, I am still angry at the Biden knifing that all these three were complicit in to some degree, BUT I also have no doubt that if/when Kamala is confirmed as the nominee, they will line up behind her to endorse her and her VP pick. I have seen Mark Kelly, Roy Cooper, etc as possible picks (since alas, she will probably have to pick a straight white man; Kelly would be replaced in the Senate by Democratic AZ governor Katie Hobbs; Cooper is term-limited as governor in NC and might help us target that state for a flip). But what is number one most important is that we support her and whoever she DOES choose. I have also heard that she is already in the process of vetting picks and this is exciting news.
I am thrilled to vote for a woman for POTUS the second time in a few years, I think she has a real shot at winning, and I am heartened by how the base has rallied to Kamala in 24 hours. Let's fucking go. As my new office decoration says:

#bad-scary-like-war-and-bears#ask#politics for ts#kamala harris 2024#vote for kamala harris#give kamala harris money#talk to your friends about voting for kamala harris
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Worth more than dirt
written for ‘hole’ wc: 404 | rated: G | cw: none | Tags: Dyslexic!Steve, Pre-relationship | @steddiemicrofic
“You spelled that wrong,” Eddie said, leaning over Steve’s shoulder.
Steve looked up at him. “Spelled what wrong?” he asked, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
“Whole.” Eddie pulled a chair toward Steve and sat in it, legs spread wide and elbows on the table. “It’s w-h-o-l-e in this case. You spelled it h-o-l-e, like a hole in the ground or something.” He pointed to the word, and Steve leaned in to look at it.
“Oh,” he said slowly. “Thanks.”
Eddie grinned a grin that made Steve’s heart pound in his chest. “No problem, Harrington,” he said, leaning into Steve. Their shoulders brushed together, and the contact sent jolts down Steve’s spine. “Is it done yet?”
Following Eddie's gaze, Steve looked down at his paper. He blushed, running a hand through his hair before speaking. “I think so, yeah. But it’s not very good. I mean, how am I supposed to get into college if I can’t even spell?”
“Let me see it,” Eddie said, snatching the paper from the table. He stood, humming as he scanned the page. Steve fidgeted nervously in his chair. After a few minutes, Eddie looked back at Steve, the serious expression on his face not even lasting a second before splitting into a grin. “Not very good my ass!” he exclaimed, lunging forward and pulling Steve from his chair. He grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. “Stevie, this is incredible! Sure, there’s a few spelling and grammar errors here and there but…” he paused, looking Steve in the face. His hands were still on the other man’s arms. “This is really great, dude. Stop selling yourself short.”
With a blush, Steve glanced at the ground. “I’m sure you’re just trying to make me feel better,” he muttered, and Eddie raised an eyebrow.
“I would never lie to such a pretty face.” Eddie pulled Steve forward, their bodies nearly pressed together. “You think I’d lie to you, Stevie?”
Steve shrugged. “You could be suspending the truth.” He watched as Eddie’s face dropped. “What?”
The corner of Eddie’s mouth quirked upward, his expression softening. “You don’t get it, do you?” he asked. His hands fell from Steve’s arms and instead found their way to his hands, squeezing them tightly. “You’re smart, Steve. You have passion, and it shows in that essay. So for everyone's sake, stop acting like you’re worth less than dirt.”
All Steve could do was smile.
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The Five Times Colt Seavers Almost Kisses You (and the One Time He Does) — Part 4
Pairing: Colt Seavers x reader
Description: The fourth time Colt Seavers almost kisses you — on the brink of a promise he knows he can't afford to make.
Rating: T
Word Count: 3.2k
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Author’s Note: I've been blown away by how kind you all have been about this fic, and I'm so glad you're enjoying reading it as much as I am writing it! We've got two parts to go, and they only get better from here :) Thank you for all the support, and let me know what you think of this chapter!!
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3
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It’s five o’clock in the morning, and Colt Seavers has already been standing in the misty parking lot for two hours when he finally sees your car pulling in the entrance.
The last twelve hours have been absolute torture for him. One minute, he was walking into the crowded club to drop off some equipment with the stunt coordinator; the next, he was sharing space at the bar with you, trapped under your spell despite all his vows that he wouldn’t keep pushing this flirty thing you’ve been sharing.
He’s been conflicted for months now, knowing that his feelings for you are only getting deeper but also knowing that a relationship with him is the last thing you need. No matter how hard he tries to be noble for you, he just can’t get free from the way you enrapture him so completely — the way he thinks of you every moment of the day, dreams of a future where you could feel about him the way he feels about you.
And he honestly thought you didn’t — that you couldn’t — until last night. When he completely wrecked everything, including your heart.
Colt squeezes his eyes shut again, remembering the way he pulled back from you just a few seconds before your lips would have met. In the moment, it seemed like the right thing to do: cut it off, laugh it off, let it go before he betrayed how absolutely captivated he is by everything you do.
He keeps telling himself that he did the right thing. That he’s no good for you, and you’re better off not getting confused by his overwhelming feelings for you. But he keeps seeing your face — the way all the light in your eyes vanished, the way your shoulders slumped and your expression wilted. He had no idea there were actual, genuine feelings on your part. And for him?
Colt has spent the last twelve hours deliberating how to handle this situation. He knows he has to make it right with you, but the question is how. His inner monologue has quite the speech ready for him. You can’t even THINK about confessing your feelings. You’re the one who has no future, no big dreams, maybe not even much longer to live! You have no right to force that kind of life on anyone. Especially if you really care.
After hours of tormented decision-making, Colt has come to the same conclusion he always does: he can’t let you know how he feels about you. He’s got to apologize, make sure you know he didn’t mean to hurt you, let you think he’s just been flirting for fun, maybe even rekindle your injured friendship. But he absolutely cannot let you know he’s in love with you.
And he is, isn’t he? He wouldn’t have waited with bated breath in the parking lot for two hours if he wasn’t madly, hopelessly, irremediably in love with you.
Colt has planned this conversation thousands of times since last night, but the only thing he can choke out when you climb out of your car and start toward the studio is, “Hey.”
You glance up at him in surprise, clearly less than pleased to find him hanging around the parking lot so early. His heart tightens at the sight of your pale face, the dark circles under your eyes betraying what was probably a sleepless night. “Hey,” you respond emotionlessly.
“Do you have a second?” Colt asks. His voice isn’t quite as strong as he hoped, but the sight of you is sending jolts of electricity through his veins.
You look to the side, pursing your lips and injecting a hint of coldness into your voice that he has never heard before. “Honestly, Colt, no offense,” you say plainly, “but I don’t really want to talk right now.”
Colt presses his lips together, knowing he’s the reason for this uncharacteristic coldness. “Believe me, I understand,” he blurts out, “but I’ve got to talk to you about last night.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you shoot back, fixing your stare on him again. Behind the coldness in your eyes is a deep sorrow that twists his heart. “I misread the signals, I overthought it, it’s not a big deal. You don’t need to explain anything.”
“Yes, I do,” he insists. “I messed up big time. I haven’t had a moment’s peace since last night, and I have to get this off my chest, okay? You don’t have to say anything.” He knows he sounds desperate, but he’s past caring. “Please, just hear me out and let me explain.”
You hold his stare, unrelenting, unforgiving. He loves you for it. “Fine.”
Colt releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding, overwhelmed with relief that you’re even willing to listen to him. His biggest worry all night was that you wouldn’t speak to him, wouldn’t let him make things right.
He plunges right in, knowing it will be messy but not caring. “Listen, I’m really bad at this, but I’m going to give it my best go. These past few months that I’ve known you… it’s been really nice. You’re amazing to be around, and I always feel better after I’ve hung out with you. You’ve honestly been the best thing about this shoot.”
Your expression doesn’t change, but Colt can feel the iciness in your gaze softening ever so slightly. It gives him the courage to press on, even though he knows what he’s about to say is going to devastate himself.
“The thing is,” he continues, heart in his throat, “I’ve been so caught up in just… flirting and messing around, that I haven’t paid attention to how it might affect you. I haven’t been paying attention to the signals either.”
You furrow your brow at him. “What are you saying?”
Colt, you are the worst at this, man.
“I’m saying… I’m really sorry that I hurt your feelings last night. I’ve been replaying it over and over in my mind, and I can’t get past the way you looked at me when I pulled away and laughed everything off. Just, the look in your eyes and the way you looked like I had let you down — it’s been killing me.”
Your expression finally softens, and Colt hates himself for the words that are coming out of his mouth. “I thought this was just a fun flirtation between friends and that it would be better to keep any physical stuff out of it. I didn’t know there was anything on your side. Honestly. Not until I saw how much it hurt you for me to just… act like it meant nothing.”
There it is again — that hint of betrayal in your eyes. Now that Colt knows you care for him, his decision to “do the right thing” suddenly seems like the most gut-wrenching, agonizing thing he’s ever done.
It’s all I can do. I have nothing to offer, nothing to make a relationship worth the pain it would cause. I love you, and that’s why I won’t tell you.
Your brow is still lined with confusion, trying to parse out his real meaning among the confusion of words. “But you’re still saying… it didn’t mean anything to you.”
This is killing him. “Of course it meant something to me,” Colt blurts out before he can stop himself completely. He tries to amend it. “Man, I am so bad at this. What I’m trying to say is… I would never have even started a flirtation with you if I knew it would hurt you. Please believe me when I say I would never, ever, in a gazillion years want to do anything to hurt you or make you feel like I don’t care about your feelings. I should have been more sensitive and realized that I can’t just… lead you on without it mattering.”
Lead you on. As if I didn’t mean every word I’ve ever said to you. As if I wouldn’t die for you right now.
You nod, pursing your lips again with a clearer, more determined look in your eyes. “So, just so we’re clear,” you say slowly, “there’s nothing going on? All this flirting and hanging out and almost-kissing — it’s just been for kicks?”
“No, no, not just for kicks,” he backtracks immediately. Even when he’s trying to be noble, he can’t betray your trust that far. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“What did you mean, Colt?” He can hear the genuine confusion in your voice. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”
Colt takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he tries to focus on the right thing to say. “I’m just trying to tell you that I am so, so sorry for anything I’ve done to hurt you. I’ve been stupid and insensitive and awful, and I wish there was a way I could make it up to you. I just…” He opens his eyes, fixes them on yours so you know he’s telling the truth. “I couldn’t let this go without making it right with you. No matter what, you mean a lot to me, and the thought of losing your friendship honestly makes me miserable. Please just tell me I haven’t messed this up beyond repair.”
Please tell me I haven’t lost your trust completely. Please tell me I haven’t damaged the person I love most beyond repair.
You stare him down for what feels like an eternity, your discerning gaze burning holes into him. Finally, you sigh, seeming to come to a decision. “No, you haven’t,” you tell him at last. “I mean, I’m still trying to process everything and sort it all out, but… it means a lot that you wanted to have this conversation.” A note of humor slips into your voice, and the twinkle in your eyes makes a very welcome reappearance. “I mean, you waited for me in the parking lot like a stalker, so that says something. Not sure what.”
Colt laughs out loud at that, all the intense pressure of the night lessening with your words. “I thought about camping outside your hotel, but I thought it might be a little much.”
“Yeah, it would have been,” you agree, scuffing your shoes on the pavement.
Colt feels like the weight of the entire world has been lifted off his shoulders, but he knows he has to keep handling this the right way if he doesn’t want to risk hurting you again.
“So, are we okay?” he asks sincerely.
You nod, smoothing your hair back and closing your eyes while you think about your response. “Yeah. Yeah, we are. Just… getting some closure and some straight-shooting takes a lot of stress out of this.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Colt agrees. “I’m just sorry it took me so long to shoot it straight with you.”
If you can really call this shooting straight.
You shake your head, raising your eyes to meet his again. “No, I should have been more upfront, too,” you admit. “It would have saved me a lot of trouble.”
Colt’s first reaction is to argue, to insist that you haven’t done a single thing wrong, that this whole tangle has been caused by his inability to let go of the feelings he has for you, but he knows it’s best to let that go. Better to end on a positive note.
“Friends?” he asks tentatively.
“Friends.” You grin at him, obviously as relieved as he is to have mended your relationship.
Great, just friends again. Exactly what we wanted. Colt elects to ignore his inner monologue this time.
With the tension lifted at last, you heave a grand sigh and nudge his shoulder in the old familiar way, heading in the direction of the studio.
“So, where are you off to?” Colt asks you, falling in step beside you.
“Train station set,” you reply lightly. “Filming for that scene is supposed to start next week, so I’m scrambling trying to get everything finished. It’s the biggest set I’ve ever created from scratch, so it’s been a serious challenge.”
Colt grins down at you, nudging your shoulder with his the same way you just did. “I’m sure it’ll be amazing,” he assures you, meaning every word of it. “Your sets always are.”
You grin back up at him, your cheerfulness infectious. “What about you? Any big stunts today?”
“Nah, just rehearsing some choreography for a fight scene. Easier schedule for the rest of this week.”
“That’s good,” you respond. The art trailer, empty in these early morning hours, is coming into sight now. “Maybe you can stop throwing yourself off moving vehicles for awhile.”
Colt smirks. “Yeah, that’s the plan. Unless something crazy happens on my way to the gas station or something.”
“Oh, sure. You never know with a Citgo.”
The two of you share a laugh, and suddenly everything feels back to normal. Maybe it can never be completely normal again, but after the fears that kept Colt awake all night, this feels like he’s just stepped into paradise after being cast out.
“Hey, bad guys come in all shapes and sizes,” Colt informs you, feeling his sense of humor coming back full force. “Sometimes it’s a hard-boiled gangster chasing you on top of a transfer truck; sometimes it’s a plastic bag flying off the pavement and around your head.”
“Maybe that’s the real reason why recycling is so important,” you quip. A few more steps, and the two of you are standing at the door to the art trailer, the pink rays of sunrise beginning to touch the tops of your heads. “Well, here’s my stop. Thanks again for talking with me. It really means a lot.”
Colt nods, a genuine smile crossing his face. “I couldn’t let things be strained between us. Who would patch together the props I destroy in every take?” he teases you.
“Who would destroy the handmade props I painstakingly create every day?”
“Publicity stunts wouldn’t have been the same without you to critique my color coordinating choices.”
“I was really going to miss you sneaking me a packet of Mini Muffins every morning.”
“Consider the Mini Muffins sneaked.”
You grin at that, and Colt’s heart speeds up a few beats just at the sight. He’s glad to have this image — your captivating smile, framed by the pastel light of the sunrise, happiness sparkling in your eyes — to replace the one from last night.
You don’t say a word before turning to open the door to the art trailer, clearly needing some space, so Colt turns to walk away, but the door doesn’t close behind you. When he turns back to face you, you’re lingering in the doorway, an unreadable expression on your face. Colt hesitates, not sure what you expect from him, but he’s cut off by you closing the distance between the two of you and wrapping your arms around his neck.
What what what what what what WHAT WHAT WHAT—
Colt isn’t sure this is the best idea, but he certainly isn’t going to make the mistake of pushing you away again. Instead, he lets his arms fold around your waist, pulling you close against him. Every muscle in his body aches to hold you as tight as he can, and it takes all his self-control not to lift his head up a few inches, to whisper in your ear, You’re every sweet dream I’ve ever had. You’re everything I hoped love would turn out to be.
You don’t make a move to release him, and suddenly Colt realizes: this is your way of letting go of him. You’re taking one last moment to savor this closeness before you resign yourself to a simple friendship and an inevitable goodbye. With that realization, Colt grips you tighter, lets his face rest in the crook of your neck while he breathes you in.
The sun keeps rising, and still you hold onto each other as if this is the last time you’ll ever see each other.
Colt feels your arms loosen their hold around his neck slightly, and he takes that as a cue to release the death-grip he has around your waist. He didn’t realize he could feel your pounding heart against his chest until you’ve pulled back a few inches.
He’s surprised, though, when you don’t get go of him completely. You let your hands rest on his broad shoulders, your eyes searching his own for some answer that you can’t quite grasp. It’s as if you know he’s holding something back — as if you can tell how deeply he feels for you just by the way he stays absorbed in the warmth of your gaze.
A sad smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you lift one hand to rest on the side of Colt’s face. His heart instantly starts rocketing again, and all he can imagine is that you’re finally going to go for the kiss that has almost happened three times now. He holds his breath, knowing that he can’t trust himself not to seize you and kiss you with all the passion he’s holding inside.
Your fingertips trace the side of his face slowly, intimately, traveling over his cheekbone, down his jaw, right under his lips. His skin feels like it’s burning from the inside, incinerating him with heat. He knows he’s still holding your waist too tight for someone who is “just a friend,” but holding you is the only thing keeping him sane right now.
Your gaze slips down for a fraction of a second, landing on the spot where your fingers are resting tenderly. Colt’s hands are shaking from the tension. All he can think of is how close your lips are to his, how effortless it would be to lean forward a few inches and live out the daydream he’s had a thousand times before. He doesn’t even blink, unwilling to miss a second of being this close to you again.
Finally, finally, you take mercy on him and lift your fingers from his face, your own expression betraying the level of affection you feel. Right now, all Colt wants to do is close his eyes and let you trail your fingers over his face for the rest of his life, but your touch is already gone, and he finally feels like he can breathe again.
You take an unhurried step back, your eyes never leaving his. Your hands slowly slide down from his shoulders, his letting go of your waist at the same time. The distance between you suddenly feels miles wide, and it’s quite obvious that both of you want to close it again.
But neither of you does.
“Okay,” you murmur, eyes drifting across his face. The early morning sunlight is dancing through the strands of your hair, alighting on the dust particles in the air to create a mystical glow around your face. “I should go.”
Colt barely even registers his own response, still so dazed from the past few moments. “Me, too.”
You take a step inside the art trailer door, eyes hazy. “See you later?”
“Of course.”
You give him one last soft smile and walk into the art trailer. But Colt stands in the light of the rising sun for a long time after you’ve gone.
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Part 5
#i think i need a minute to recover after writing this#every chapter i think “well that's as good as it gets”#but i keep thinking of new stuff :O#fanfiction#colt seavers x reader#colt seavers fanfiction#original#colt seavers#the fall guy#ryan gosling#ryan gosling fanfiction#the five times colt seavers almost kisses you (and the one time he does)
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Lusher and tatter being little shits and teasing Bada whenever they happen to hear her and reader fooling around like “man I REALLY had trouble sleeping last night…” bada being like 🤨 at first but when she does get what they’re referring to it she’s blushing while threatening to kill them 💀 and it’s not just bada- them teasing hyo too for having to stand outside wherever reader is and lusher being all like “doesn’t that bother you??” Tatter making it worse by saying “she’s probably into that kinda thing” and now hyo is all flustered too trying to defend herself 😭 (I’m sorry hyo I promise I want justice for you)
Ever since I made that meme of hyo from succumb to me this thought has been in my mind 😭
this would SO happen knowing lusher and tatter...
tw: very suggestive also please ignore any mistakes it's 2 am for me rn🤍 (this'll make sense after the drabble...🤭)
like for the first time in forever you, the bebe girls, and bada are all eating together like the little family you are. you'd somehow managed (it was so easy, all you had to do was ask) to persuade bada into eating breakfast with you and the girls and not in her office.
the second lusher and tatter realize bada's going to eat with them, they start glancing at each other, mischievous smiles growing on their lips. and almost as if they have telepathy, they both know what the other is thinking--
a plan starts to form.
...but really, it had all started last night.
lusher was laying in bed, cozied up under a heavy and warm blanket, scrolling on her phone before she went to bed. she was on instagram, going on her daily round of account check ups--making sure she hadn't missed any new posts from you or the other girls. she noticed you and minah uploaded new stories, and clicked on minah's first.
it was a picture of the delicious dinner you'd cooked for them. minah tagged you below the picture of the food, writing, "unnie is the best chef to exist, i'm grateful to have her in our home" with a heart-eye emoji. lusher smiles at the caption, about to press a heart on the story when a small sound grabs her attention.
a few giggles ring from the wall behind her bed, making her turn to look at it with a confused look.
she hears the sound again, though this time the noise is a bit clearer, and she's able to realize it's your voice. you're giggling from bada's bedroom, and saying something that lusher's not quite able to make out.
lusher stares at her wall for a second before shrugging, assuming you and bada must just be cuddling or doing something sweet together. she focuses back on her phone, realizing minah's story had timed out so she taps on it again--this time clicking the heart in the bottom right-hand corner.
she then gets distracted seeing some photos of socialites filling her feed. she scrolls through them, liking some posts--rolling her eyes at others before another sound startles her.
this time, a loud banging has lusher jumping out of bed, making her reach for her gun out of instinct. but then, she hears it.
a semi-clear moan makes it's way through the walls separating your and bada's room from lusher--your moan.
lusher's mouth drops out of instinct, her hand coming to slap over it.
again, your moan rings through her bedroom, and the sound of headboard slamming accompanies it. but this time, it doesn't stop.
the sound keeps coming from your bedroom, now only seconds of intervals between each slam, but they're so minuscule that lusher has no time to breathe a sigh of relief.
"jesus unnie." lusher closes her eyes, trying to bite back a laugh at how incredibly loud the headboard slamming is. "i hope you can walk tomorrow."
after a few minutes she decides to ignore all the noise--despite how...passionate and blissful you sound. lusher opens her phone again, instagram popping up immediately. her eyes go to the top left corner instantly, and she catches your profile announcing that you had an unviewed story.
she clicks it out of curiosity, and what she sees makes everything click into place.
it's a picture of you and bada, although your wife isn't fully in frame. all lusher is able to see is her arm wrapped around you and under your breasts in a back hug type of position. but what grabs her attention most of all is you.
you're wearing the most flattering dress lusher has ever seen. white straps and silky fabric barely hold onto your breasts, the sides of them popping due to bada's arm under you. although the picture is scandalous in nature, you're smiling widely, your eyes closed as you lean into bada's chest, looking like a sweet angel in white.
the small caption you'd added to the bottom of the photo reads, "date night" with a white heart emoji.
lusher chuckles, nodding. "yeah, makes sense."
she hearts the story, then swipes up to message you. she writes, "i can tell bada loves the dress. or more like she loves taking it off of you."
right when she sends the cheeky dm, a notification ding grabs her attention. effectively blocking out the sounds of your moans, lusher clicks on the notification.
she's transported into her messaging app, tatter's contact photo in the middle of the chat. she reads her text and quickly responds back.
lusher smirks at her text, seeing tatter's grey bubble pop up, indicating she's typing.
lusher hears another of your moans before she quickly types back.
lusher smirks at her friend's message. they continue texting back and forth, each of them giggling inside their respective rooms.
one of your particularly loud moans penetrates through lusher's wall, making her release a long breath.
...and a chance did they get.
--
lusher starts out simple, dropping slight hints.
"tatter, you look a little tired, are you alright?" she says, her voice dripping with fake sincerity.
you look up from your plate, eyebrows furrowed in slight worry as you cast your gaze onto tatter.
"i'm fine. i just didn't get much sleep last night." tatter says wistfully, biting back a smile.
"oh i totally understand, neither did i with all the noise coming from next door." lusher nods, eyeing you and bada not-so subtly.
you give lusher a look of confusion before it clicks in your mind and you instantly look away from her and tatter, your entire body burning with embarrassment.
bada seems to have finally tuned into the conversation because shifts her focus away from her breakfast to speak up. "what are you talking about? we don't have neighbors."
"we mean there was a lot of noise coming from the bedroom next to ours." tatter clarifies, finding it even more amusing that bada isn't picking up on their joke.
the other bebe girls however, although they were not clued into the plan nor did they hear the noise last night, all seem to understand what lusher and tatter are talking about. they all start to whisper to each other and snicker.
...all expect two girls. soweon and hyo.
"i didn't hear anything." soweon speaks up in between bites of her breakfast. "maybe it was a dream?"
"oh definitely not. the sounds were very realistic, there's no way we could have both dreamed them up." lusher shakes her head, a full-blown grin overtaking her lips.
you shift uncomfortably in your seat before grabbing your phone and unlocking it, hoping to distract yourself from the embarrassing conversation.
expect, it's then you realize lusher had dm'd you late last night. you click her chat and instantly shrink in your seat, hiding your face behind your hands.
bada, always attentive of you and your mood notices, and turns to look at you. "honey? are you okay--"
before your wife can say anything else, you shove your phone in her face, showing her lusher's dm.
as her eyes scan the message, the image, and the timestamp, her cheeks slowly but surely turns bright red--whether it's out of embarrassment or anger, you're not sure.
"you perverts." bada sends lusher and tatter disgusted looks while she she pats your back in comfort and brings you into her chest to shield you from the girls' view.
"you're the pervert!" lusher argues back playfully. "again and again all we heard was--" she bangs her fist against the dining room table, imitating the headboard slamming from last night.
"enough, seoyoung." bada scolds her subordinate, giving her a disapproving look. "you're making my wife uncomfortable."
"actually," tatter cuts in, her smile so wide that even lusher is anxious to hear what she says next. "the biggest pervert here is hyo." she points her finger at your bodyguard, who had become uncharacteristically quiet, and was keeping her head down the entire conversation.
"tatter..." hyo finally mumbles, a red tint staining her cheeks. "i'm serious--"
"she was standing outside the entire time, listening!" lusher exclaims, giggling.
hyo flounders, feeling all pairs of eyes on her. bada's in particular is the most heated, making her sweat in fear. "it's my job!"
"your job is to hear your boss fucking your other boss?"
"be honest, you're into that type of stuff--"
"oh my god." you squeak into bada's chest, wanting to crawl into a hole and die.
chaos finally erupts at the table, hyo trying to defend herself against both lusher and tatter's accusations while also trying to ignore the fact that bada has yet to move her eyes off of her--death is most likely imminent and will be swift, yet painful--while cheche and kyma laugh their asses off, minah focusing on plugging soweon's ears to keep her from hearing the genuinely unhinged things lusher and tatter are saying.
but sometime through the bickering, lusher breaks off and sneaks over to you and bada, grinning like an idiot.
"so tell me unnie, can you still walk after last night?"
#౨ৎ melody's newsletter#bada lee x reader#bada lee x reader smut#౨ৎ cutie aeri#i once again got too excited and made this long...sorry😭
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Birthday Girl

A/N This is my first tumblr fic. I’m a retired Wattpad warrior, I only wrote this bc the Ellie tag is over diluted by smut, we need some angst and fluff to balance it out. My credentials are that I used to write Game of Thrones fanfic and I was blocked by Noah Beck on Twitter. Apologies in advance for any spelling errors or confusing sentences, bc I was high off my ass when I wrote this.
Summary
Jackson’s resident Baker works herself tirelessly to take care of everyone on their birthday and ensure they get something nice to brighten their special day but who is there to take care of her?
Birthdays are like brilliant gems in the kaleidoscope of time; they are the times when life's symphony crescendos into a celebration of its children. As the sun circles the earth once a year, we are given a day to celebrate our own journey, a day that whispers stories of victories, laughter, and the sweet notes of resiliency. You had always loved birthdays, who didn't? The look of joy on someone's face when they open a gift you spent weeks looking for, the uncontrollable smile and pure serotonin that took over even the grumpiest of people. Everyone had a special day designated to them, of course, it was a cause to celebrate.
You worked in the town bakery with very few other people, from five am to twelve pm on Monday to Friday every single week you were hustling around in a humid bakery, hell, you ran it like the navy. Every morning, walking into the bakery is like stepping into a fragrant paradise where time seems to slow down to the sound of ovens buzzing to life. The first two hours were just for you before you let anyone in, The comforting routine of donning a flour-dusted apron and tying back unruly hair precedes the artistry of crafting pastries and breads. The almost therapeutic rhythm of kneading, rolling, and shaping becomes second nature: the soft crack of eggs, the calculated pour of sugar, and the clouds of flour hovering in midair.
There wasn't much creative freedom while working in the Jackson bakery, it really just consisted of making dozens of bread loaves daily and then carting them over to the 'Barbecue Place' Which was once a restaurant though it had been refashioned into Jackson's mess hall. However, you were able to dabble in some fun and were able to make cupcakes daily and a large batch of miscellaneous pastries every Friday. The cupcakes were very dear to you, you had to beg Maria when you were thirteen to approve the idea and eventually, you were green-lit.
As you step into the bakery you are greeted by the creek of wooden planks which are a testament to decades of busy activity; the dance of innumerable bakers has worn away at their shiny surfaces. The aroma of baked goods still hovers in the air from the previous day and all the days that came before, taking you to a more peaceful time. Sunlight streams through old lace curtains, illuminating worn, mismatched tables and chairs that have served eager clients for centuries though they no longer serve guests in the bakery. Deeply patinated wooden shelves support a variety of ceramic jars, each containing a treasure trove of hidden ingredients. Fading photos and yellowed newspaper clippings decorate the walls, telling the story of the bakery's illustrious past. There are copper pots and pans strung like time capsules on strong hooks, and an old-fashioned cash register sits on the end of the counter past the empty glass displays, it no longer serves a purpose but you have fought bravely to keep it around as it makes you think of what life had been like before the world fell apart.
You look at a beat-up calendar on the walls, sitting in the place of an old picture frame that had been knocked down and shattered by none other than yourself when you were fourteen and had the bright idea of having you and your friend toss a bag of flour at each other to see who was strong enough to last longer in the odd game of catch. Surely, Ellie threw the five-pound bag a little too hard, you ducked to save yourself but it smashed into the framed photo of the family who ran the bakery before the apocalypse. It not only was smashed into little fragments but the bag of flour exploded and covered the dining room of the bakery as well as yourself in white powder, it looked like it had snowed inside. The calendar you were checking held the birthday of every person in Jackson, it was messy and hard to read as you usually had to cram several birthdays into a single day which was only a small square, it was hardly legible, there was almost no one else who could read it. Every day when you walked into the bakery, the first thing you did was check the calendar to find out whose birthday it was, then you began your bread dough or carried on with the sourdough started the day before, while the dough rose, you made cake batter, adjusting the recipe according to how many you had to make. After finishing work for the day or sometimes when you were midway through it, you would give each person a cupcake to celebrate their special day.
Even if no one else remembered their birthday, you were always there to make it a little bit better.
Today there were two birthdays on the calendar, Sean Casey, a man who was turning sixty. The second birthday marked down in the little square was yours.
That's what made that day so special, you were ecstatic to see what your friends had planned for you later. Last year Ellie promised that she would go above and beyond for your next birthday and you were going to hold her to that. There was already a nice start to your morning by having your dad wake you up with breakfast in bed which you found truly impressive as he usually slept in till at least ten, on top of that he had scavenged a stand mixer for the home. You grabbed your apron off of the hook putting it over your neck and tying it tight around your waist. Everyone had a couple of designated aprons to rotate through throughout the week, yours consisted of two plain white ones, a red gingham pattern, one of forest green, and another made of a fabric covered in hyacinth flowers, their colours diluted like paint. Today you wore the apron your father gave you last year on your birthday, it was your favourite colour and the neckline was embroidered to say '(y/n)s kitchen'. You could tell your dad did the embroidery himself, the stitches were loose and uneven in some areas while being extremely tight in others, that's why you loved it so much, it was the thought and care behind it.
With a gentle hand, you pulled each of your necessary ingredients along with equipment out to begin your day. You preheat the ovens and in the quiet pre-dawn hours, the bakery comes alive with the hushed sounds of industrial mixers. The heady scent of freshly milled flour dances in the air as you measure the precise alchemy of ingredients, your hands moving with practiced grace. Kneading the dough becomes repetitive, muscles working in harmony to transform a mound of humble ingredients into a soft elastic texture. As the dough rests and rises, the anticipation builds—the promise of crusty loaves and soft, pillowy interiors. You slipped the pans of dough into the industrial ovens, the heat attacking you the second you opened the door; making sure to place the pumpernickel, rye, sourdough, brioche and wheat loaves all sorted on different racks in the respective ovens.
By the time you put the loaves in ovens it had been two hours from when you began, even with preparation the day before and dough starters, it was a process. You quickly washed your hands before unlocking the door for Juno as well as anyone who wanted to come in to visit.
The clock read '7:09', because of the passthrough you were still able to look outside via the glass storefront, you could see people walking along the streets heading to whatever job they worked to contribute to the community, no one got paid, it was a commune after all, you couldn't imagine a world where everyone was so dependent on money and so obsessed with over-consumption. Part of you was waiting for one of those people to come in and wish you a happy birthday, but you shook the thoughts from your head.
You began to make the small portion for two of cupcake batter, remembering distinctly how four years ago you sat next to Sean at the Fourth of July party and he went on and on about how much he hated vanilla, it seemed like one of those crazy old man rants but you found delight in it. Never had you seen a man so passionate about cake flavouring. He said vanilla was nothing special, flavourless; you had come to learn that he was a chocolate man, every holiday event filling his pot belly with chocolate, when you had brought assorted sweets for a Christmas party he dove straight for the brownies. So it was easy for you to make up your mind on what flavour of cupcake to make.
After years of this cupcake tradition you had memorized each ratio to make, a double serving of chocolate batter consisting of 1/4 cup of flour, 2 1/2 tablespoons of white sugar, 1 tablespoon of unsweetened cocoa powder, 1/4 tablespoon of baking soda, a dash of salt, 2 tablespoons milk, two tablespoons canola oil, 1/4 tablespoon vanilla extract. You treated baking like it was a science and recipes were your formulas.
As for the frosting, you had a stockpile of plain buttercream that you took small servings from and flavoured according to said person's preference. All you had to do was whip it up and add some cocoa powder to make it fluffy and creamy again.
The bell above the doorway rang, signalling the arrival of someone, you looked up to see Maria. "Hey, there," You smiled, turning off the stand mixer so you could hear her.
"Hi, (y/n)," She greeted and you quickly wiped whatever was on your hands onto your apron before coming around to the service counter to speak with her. "I have something to ask of you."
"Yes?"
"I know you already do your little cupcake thing but we are throwing a surprise party tonight for Sean and I was hoping you could make a cake for him?"
You nod with a smile "Anything for the town chief."
"Great, then how about a simple vanilla cake?"
"Sean doesn't like vanilla," You answered quickly.
"Okay, well I trust you with it, his party starts at eight tonight in the town square and he's turning sixty so it's a big one, I'll see you there around then?"
"Definitely," You grinned at Maria, waiting for her to wish you a happy birthday and reveal that she was only pretending to forget but she didn't. She thanked you and walked out, leaving you in a flour-covered apron with a tinge of hurt in your heart. It wasn't like you weren't close with Maria, you had Thanksgiving at her house every year.
Nonetheless, it was only a blip in your soon-to-be perfect day. Just as you had frosted the two cupcakes, putting chocolate chips on Sean's and breaking half of a double fudge cookie and sticking it into the thick icing. Rainbow sprinkles cascade like confetti, adding a whimsical touch to the miniature confection. The bell rang again calling for your attention, this time you didn't leave the kitchen instead just moved to look at whoever it was by the passthrough.
"Hey, kiddo!" Tommy greeted, clad in a red flannel tucked into blue jeans. He walked into the bakery as comfortably as he would his home.
"Howdy, Tommy," You said, moving out of his sight for a quick moment to put the two cupcakes in the fridge to prevent the buttercream from prematurely melting.
"So, it's Sean's birthday today and I was wondering if you could bake a cake for his party-
"Maria was already in," You answered "Don't worry, I'm on it."
He smiled "Of course, you're always so on top of it," He leaned over the counter slightly, trying to get a look inside the kitchen via the passthrough "Say, have you got anything back there for me?" You opened the box of double fudge cookies you made the day before and scooted around the passthrough to hand him one, boots clattering on the ground. Tommy loved to visit the bakery as you always had a sweet treat for him and he would never get sick of the aromatic embrace of fresh bread. "Thanks, kiddo, I'll see you around."
This was the moment you were almost convinced that they were planning a surprise party for you, sure Maria could forget about your birthday, she was a busy lady but there was no way Tommy would. He was good buddies with your dad and was over at your place for beers a minimum of once a week. You always baked for him when he came over and he constantly joked about you trying to fatten him up.
The bell sounded again though you didn't bother to look up, you knew who it was by the time of the clock, Juno was starting her shift. As usual, she tied her mousy brown hair into a sleek ponytail then grabbed her apron and stuck a baseball cap on over her head so there was no chance of her hair coming loose. "Good morning," She walked into the kitchen, heading over to the sink to wash her hands.
"Mornin'," You answer.
She looks you up and down with a slight smile "You're wearing your favourite apron, must be a special day."
“Sure doesn't feel like it."
♡
Your birthday wasn’t panning out great but you didn't want to lose hope.
You had walked over to the greenhouses after your shift to find Sean, he loved the cupcake, he even hugged you which was nice albeit a little odd. You walked through town a bit after you had stopped and talked to everyone on the street for not a single one to say the words you've been pleading to hear all day. Taking it as defeat, you grabbed a sandwich for lunch from the mess hall and began the desolate walk home.
Nestled at the end of a peaceful, tree-lined street, the charming but battered house had a certain charm that cut through its worn yellow exterior. Tentacles of ivy wrapped about the crumbling outside walls, their green tones infusing the dilapidated building with a hint of the natural world's tenacity. The worn-out yet friendly doormat and weathered rocking chair on the porch told of years spent taking in the changing of the seasons. The wooden frames of the windows, adorned with faded drapes that seen innumerable sunsets, spoke tales of laughter and time passed.
The house's coziness unfolded inside like a time capsule, with worn-out rugs covering creaky floorboards and a fireplace in the living room that was adorned with vintage tiles that were mismatched and provided warmth in more ways than one. The rooms had a lived-in comfort despite the peeling wallpaper and chipped paint, and each mismatched piece of furniture seemed to tell a story of its own. Despite being tatty and ragged around the edges, the house exuded a calmness that invited guests to enjoy the beauty concealed in the flaws of a place that had aged gracefully and with character like most homes in Jackson. The living room was always your favourite, there was a spruce bookshelf pushed behind the gray, L-shaped couch, and the rug was once a maroon colour though it's clear that it's been well-loved over the years. Pillows and throw blankets were carelessly scattered over the couch from when you and your dad had watched '21 Jumpstreet' the night before, he kept saying it was a shame the outbreak happened before they got to make a second one, though many of the jokes didn't land with you, you loved to see your dad laugh so hard he snorted. The room was illuminated by a warm glow from the fairy lights overhead that your dad scavenged years prior, a small stack of books piled up on the coffee table which had been hand-crafted by Joel.
You popped 'Mean Girls' into the DVD player, just to have some background noise and went to the kitchen and started on Sean's cake. As much as you loved the bakery, you wanted to be somewhere a little more close to comfort.
As you measured each ingredient with care, you couldn't shake the bittersweet feeling that lingered in the air. Sifting the ingredients into the bowl, you had wished your father was home from patrol duty, all you really wanted was a hug but instead, you slaved away at a black forest complete with layers of moist sponge, decadent frosting, and a profusion of vibrant decorations.
As you delicately frosted the cake, your mind flitted between thoughts of the celebration and the poignant fact that everyone seemed to have overlooked your own special day. The kitchen, usually a sanctuary for you to escape to, now harboured the weight of unspoken emotions. Your heart, though excited for Sean to get a nice surprise on his Birthday, held an unnoticed longing for acknowledgment.
The aroma of the baking cake filled the kitchen, mingling with the scent of disappointment that you couldn't quite shake.
As the cake took shape, you couldn't help but think back to the calendar at the bakery, where the date circled in red seemed to mock you. Your own birthday, usually a day filled with surprises and the warmth of laughter, had slipped through the cracks of everyone's awareness. Though the night was still young and Ellie had said that she was planning something incredible.
Finally, nine was about to roll around, you changed into some clean clothes that hadn't yet carried the memories of your disappointing day, just a white top and some jeans. The sun had set, and your dad wouldn't be home for a good while so you walked over to the town square alone.
There was a table full of food and a long banner that read 'Happy Birthday Sean!' strung between two street lamps. There were twinkling fairy lights illuminating what would have otherwise been a dark night.
"There she is!" Tommy smiled, doing that awkward little dad jog over you. "Wow, that cake looks incredible, mind if I take it off your hands?"
"Go ahead," You held out the cakeboard. Tommy gingerly took it away from your grasp, his forearm underneath to support and his other hand held the side of the board for balance.
"I owe ya' kiddo," He winked before taking the cake away to show a group of adults.
You stood around awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do with yourself. You turned your attention to the moon, wanting to believe that it shined so very bright just for you, because the moon, unlike everyone else recalled how important this day was to you-
"SURPRISE!" Everyone erupted in cheers as Sean walked up to his party, his daughter had her arm linked with his. He had the biggest smile on his face it almost made you forgive everyone for forgetting because at least Sean got something thoughtful.
"Lord, I was thinking everyone forgot my birthday!" Sean laughed, pulling Tommy in for a hug.
"(y/n)!" Dina yelled, you turned your head to follow her voice. She was sitting at a long picnic table beneath an awning with some friends "Over here," She motioned for you to sit down and you obliged, taking a spot between Ellie and Laila. "What have you been up to? I feel like I haven't seen you all day."
"That's because you haven't," You said with an awkward smile. "I've just been baking, like always."
"You're always working so hard, I swear you live in that bakery and when you aren't in there your busy busting your ass around town to make sure everyone gets something on their birthday," Dina sat across from you and put a hand onto yours "You look out for everyone, but who's looking out for you?"
"My dad?" You glance at Ellie who isn't tuned into the conversation in the slightest, she has her arms crossed in front of her on the table and her head resting on them.
"Aw, that's sweet-" Kayla moves to look at you but in doing so, she spills a glass of juice onto you. "I'm so sorry," She slaps one hand over her mouth, her eyebrows furrowing. Kayla stood up from the table, her ginger curls rustling with the breeze "I'll get a cloth or something-
"Don't worry about it," I wave her off "It's just clothes, I'll grab some napkins." You push yourself away from the table, walking over to the table adorned with food, you see a small stack of Christmas themed napkins (it must've been hard for them to come by regular ones) and grab a handful, bunching them up in your hand in an attempt to soak up some of the juice that had already indefinitely stained your clothes.
You feel some eyes on you from the other side of the table, to look up and see Joel, he doesn't say anything though his lips are pressed together tight.
"You're back," You say, a spark of happiness rekindling inside of you "So my dad's back from patrol too?"
Joel nods "Too tuckered to come out, said he was just heading home," He uses tongs to put a couple cuts of chicken onto his plate "Oh and happy birthday, you've probably heard that a whole bunch already, lord, it's all your old man would talk about on our last couple of patrols."
"What did you say?" You look at him with furrowed eyebrows, unsure if he said what you really thought.
"I said happy birthday, shame you've stained your clothes on your birthday," He absentmindedly added some mashed potatoes onto his plate. The words hung in the air, a moment that transcended the boundaries of their usual exchanges. You, momentarily taken aback, met Joel's gaze. It was a simple, earnest wish, uttered with the spontaneity of someone who had remembered a small yet significant detail in the whirlwind of festivity.
"Thank you, Joel," You replied, your voice carrying a mix of surprise and gratitude. In that fleeting instant, the isolation that had surrounded her seemed to dissipate. A connection, however tenuous, had been forged in the acknowledgment of her existence amidst the collective celebration.
"No problem, kid, I'll see you around," He left with his plate leaving you to stand alone at the table. You continued to dab at the juice on your white top, and though you knew it wouldn't come out you proceeded to rub it; the best exchange of your day, no more than eight sentences suddenly turned from joy to frustration. The only two people who remembered your birthday were your dad and a fiftey-eight-year-old man who practically raised the girl you had spent years crushing on, not the girl herself, but her father figure. However, you thought, maybe if Joel remembered, Ellie had aswell and she actually did have something planned.
Amidst the lively chatter and laughter that reverberated through the night, you stood in the midst of flickering candles and colourful decorations, your eyes cast down to the ground. The atmosphere of celebration enveloped her, but a palpable sense of solitude hung in the air like a heavy mist settling upon your shoulders. It was a birthday party, yes, but not your own. Forgotten and overlooked, your heart echoed with a quiet ache, the irony of your situation casting a shadow over the festive scene.
The square was adorned with streamers and balloons, a tapestry of colours that seemed to dance in rhythm with the joyful voices around her. The community gathered, their faces lit by the warm glow of the fairy lights and street lamps, each one caught up in the merriment of the moment. Yet, for you, the celebration felt like a distant spectacle, a scene from which you were detached.
It was your birthday too—a fact that no one cared enough to recall. As Darla (Sean's daughter) calls guests toward a decadent cake adorned with candles, which you had made, you couldn't escape the bitter irony of the situation. You watched as the room erupted into a chorus of "Happy Birthday," the song meant for another soul, another moment of joy. You joined in, lips forming the familiar words, your voice harmonizing with the collective melody. But within the depths of your being, the celebration rang hollow, a stark contrast to the cheer that echoed around you.
Throughout the evening, you navigated the party with a forced smile, concealing the invisible weight of your emotions. Conversations buzzed like bees in your ears, no- it grated like a fork in a blender, but you found yourself on the outskirts—a silent observer amidst the numerous connections. The laughter that erupted like fireworks, the clinking of glasses, the embraces of old friends—it all seemed distant, an echo from another realm where she once belonged.
The party unfolded as a series of snapshots: a group photo with smiling faces, a toast to Sean, and the opening of gifts that weren't meant for you. Each moment, though vibrant and filled with the warmth of shared camaraderie, magnified the silence that enveloped your own celebration, forgotten and left to dissolve into the shadows.
As the night carried out, seeming like the celebration would never cease, you cut yourself a slice of cake, grabbing one of the half-melted candles that Sean had already blown out, they sat in a frosting-covered pile next to the cake. You took your favourite colour out of the rainbow assortment of candles and stuck it into the piece of black forest cake.
With your cake you sat back down by Ellie at the picnic table where she still returned to after conversing, everyone else had gotten up to dance. You reached for the lighter in your pocket and struck it to ignite, sparks flickered around the end of it, you struck it again and a flame arose, you carefully brought it to the wick of the partially melted candle.
The flickering flame cast a subtle glow as you made a silent wish for understanding, for the beauty found in selflessness, and for the recognition that sometimes the most meaningful celebrations are the ones we craft for others, even in the quiet echoes of our own unacknowledged birthdays. Ellie turned to look at you as the candle's flame danced in the darkness, before you could blow out the candle to solidify your wish a little girl climbed up onto the bench and blew it out, you looked at her and all she did was smile up at you, the gap in her teeth prominent, her deep chocolate hair braided so intricately you had to believe that it must've taken her mother hours.
As much as you wanted to deck that little girl in the face for ruining your moment, you didn't because it would be wildly inappropriate. "Do you want this?" You sighed, holding out the plate to the girl, she smiled and nodded enthusiastically, taking the cake and scattering away "Hey, Ellie," You pushed back tears in your eyes, forcing a smile on your face "Got any plans later?"
“Yeah," She said, short
"Oh, what are they?"
"Not to sound like a cunt but I'm not really in the mood to talk, I had a shit patrol and all I want to do is go home, smoke a joint, watch a movie, maybe read a comic, and pass out on my couch, the only reason I'm here is that Dina dragged me out and Joel said I need to be more involved in the community."
Your smile dropped, you couldn't hold it in anymore, realizing that this wasn't the elaborate setup of a surprise party but Ellie genuinely forgot it was your birthday. "Are you serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Do you know what day it is?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you remember what's happening today?"
"It's Sean's birthday," She gestured to the party around her.
"You're fucking serious," Any amusement that had been in your tone was gone, replaced by a subtle anger boiling up inside of you
"Are you going to cry?" Ellie gave you a weird look "What are you so mad about?"
"I can't believe you," You laugh bitterly "Actually I can, this is so like you, I need to stop building it up in my head that you're going to surprise me with something great. But hey, at least you never fail to let me down."
"Jesus," She scoffed "There's always something going on with you, can you go one day without finding some irrational reason to be upset?"
"Irrational?"
"Yeah, irrational," She reiterated "You always come to me when something sets you off in the slightest then your problem becomes everyone else's. You're so fucking draining and I'm sick of it."
"Fuck you, I hope your comic catches fire from your joint and you burn your place down." You stand up from the bench, wiping tears away from your eyes. Your boots clattered against the cobblestone. You stormed past the dancers, some stopping to look at one another with concern. Dina leaves Jesse to ask Ellie what happened.
The walk home might've been the loneliest you had felt in your life, the harsh wind of the night bit at your nose. The feeling of the sticky juice soaking through your clothing was borderline unbearable, were just about ready to scream. There wasn't a single person out and about as everyone was either at the party or cozied up in their own homes.
Arriving at your doorstep, you fumbled with the handle, the metallic clink resonating in the quietude that enveloped the house. The door swung open, revealing the dimly lit foyer, still no surprise. Why do you still think there is going to be a party? No one is coming.
You wandered into the living room, the TV was lit with the options screen for 'Mean Girls' that you had put on hours earlier.
Sinking into the worn-out couch, You let the weight of the day wash over you. A single tear welled in your eye, and as it escaped, a floodgate of unshed sorrow burst open. The first teardrop traced a silent path down your cheek, leaving a glistening trail of heartache in its wake.
The tears you cried weren't silent and dainty but violent sobs that burned your throat each time you cried out. As you wept, it felt like someone had stabbed your gut with a thousand needles, you cried and cried, to no one in particular, maybe the moon glistening outside the window though the moon seemed to absorb your tears, offering no solace in return.
The soft tick of the clock on the wall echoed in the quiet room, marking the strike of midnight, your birthday had ended. There was no secret party or a prank where everyone was only playing an act, only the emptiness of the house echoed the howls soaked in your tears.
The oak staircase creaked, and your dad turned the corner, peering into the living room. "What's wrong, honey,?" He shook the sleep from his mind, focusing on what was important, he sat next to you on the sofa. "I thought you said you were going to be out all night with your friends?"
You shook your head, breathing shaky breaths alone, hardly able to get a word out "They forgot," You felt the harsh sting of desolation hit you all over again "Everyone forgot," You grabbed his grey t-shirt burying your face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, cradling you gently like you were a child who had just scraped her knee not someone who had just turned nineteen, "Except for Joel, so be nice to him, please."
"I'm sorry, baby, it was probably just a mix-up," He rubbed one hand on your back to comfort you. "I should've been there with you, I'm so sorry."
You couldn't get the words out of your mouth, all you could manage was to shake in your father's arms with sobs until you cried yourself to sleep.
♡
"Happy birthday, Jasmine!" You smile brightly, presenting a lemon-raspberry cupcake to the woman. She was serving breakfast in the mess hall, the early morning light streaming through the many windows, blinding those trying to enjoy their meals.
"Aw, thank you, love" She took the cupcake "That's real sweet," She wore a hairnet, despite having short cropped hair. "I just realized I don't even know when your birthday is."
"It was yesterday, actually."
"Aww, how was it?" Jasmine smiled, her white teeth contrasting with her dark skin.
"It was nice, it was quiet too, I just spent it by myself."
A frown replaced Jasmine's smile and she lowered her tone "Did your friends drop the ball?"
You wave off her question "Oh no, loads of people remembered, I just wanted some time to myself, it was nice."
You could tell Jasmine didn't wholeheartedly believe you, she was at Sean's party last night and saw you rush out with tears building in your eyes "If you say so," She shrugged, taking a bite of her cupcake "This is really good."
"Thanks," A small smile plays on your lips.
"God bless you, sweetheart, you deserve the best." She said, every bit of truth behind her words. She took another bite of the cupcake, savouring the sweet and sour taste "And I mean that."
You were too caught up in conversation to notice Jesse ahead of you in the service line right away, he grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the dispenser, trying to play cool and not have your attention drawn to him. With a shaky hand, he put the glass on his tray and hurried over to the table where Ellie was eating with Dina. "Guys, something not that great just happened."
Ellie furrowed her eyebrows looking from Dina to Jesse "What?" She asked through a mouthful of scrambled eggs, she swallowed them down and spoke back up "Please tell us what terrible thing has happened in the time it took you to walk to the service line, get your food and come back?" Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
"We forgot (y/n)'s birthday," He said quickly, Ellie and Dina looked at each other with wide eyes, thinking back to the night before and the way they had both behaved. Dina was extremely ignorant and Ellie got into an argument with you, though Jesse didn't speak to you at all.
"We're awful friends," Dina says quietly, scraping her mind for any way they could salvage the situation and play it off like they hadn't forgotten. "We could change all of the calendars in town and make it seem like her birthday is actually today."
"Be serious, Dina," Jesse said, though he was considering her idea. "I think the only way we can fix this is by making it up to her."
"How would we do that? We can't make it up to her, she remembers every single person's birthday in this town and gives them a cupcake, even people she doesn't like, do you remember how she planned all of our birthday parties for the last four years and has never let us down?" Dina and Jesse nodded "And how we always scramble something together last minute? Like last year, we only remembered two days before and we threw her a subpar movie night, we watched Star Wars and she doesn't even like Star Wars."
Dina sucked air through her teeth "Yeah, not our best moment."
"You think?" Jesse asked, sarcastically. "And Ellie didn't make it any better by yelling at her yesterday!"
"You yelled at her? You told me you didn't yell at her," Dina whipped her head to look at Ellie, the smallest glimpse of judgment in her eyes. "Shh, she's coming!"
You were making your way to the exit lugging the cart that had held loaves of bread on it before you dropped them off to the kitchen, still in your flour-covered apron, hair pinned up messy, baby hairs flying away. Clad in jeans, a green T-shirt and beaten-up boots, clacking against the hardwood floor, you still looked beautiful to Ellie with red eyes and a puffy face from crying all night. "Watch this," Jesse murmured to the group before turning around and flagging you down. "Hey (y/n)!" He smiled brightly, his words catching your attention "Did you enjoy your birthday, yesterday?"
"Jesse, I know you heard me talking to Jasmine." You said and Ellie couldn't bear the disappointed look on your face. At that moment, the guilt hit her all at once. You had been the first kid her age that she warmed up to when she arrived in Jackson, trying your best to include her in everything. You invited her to hang out with your friends even though she didn't particularly get along with them, she went anyway because she just wanted to see you. On her birthday the previous year, you had scoped out an old comic store hours away just to bring her there for one day.
Jesse's smile fell and you had walked out the door before he had the chance to push a lie through his teeth. Last night's conversation echoed through Ellie's head over and over again, she cringed at the memory, god, why did she even say that?
Dina reached over the table and gave Ellie a harsh smack on the arm "Why did you even say that?!"
"Ow," She flinched, rubbing the spot that had been assaulted by Dina "What are you talking about?"
Dina looked at Ellie like she was just about ready to scream "What you said to her last night, what was going through your head?"
"Not much, apparently," Jesse answered for her, earning a death glare from the Auburn girl.
"I'll just apologize and it'll be water under the bridge," Ellie said, leaning back.
"That's not going to work," Dina replied quickly.
It, in fact, did not work. Ellie had shown up at the bakery where you promptly ignored her. "(y/n), I'm really sorry I forgot your birthday and said those things to you." Nothing Ellie said could get you to even look at her.
She had later stopped by your house, it was your dad who answered the door and Ellie sheepishly asked if you were home. He called for you to come down, the moment you saw Ellie, you shut the door in her face. There was no way she could defend herself, she couldn't say that she said those things because she had a bad day (even though she did), and that would just make her seem pathetic. She really wanted to say that she was scared of how much she liked you, she didn't want to ruin a good thing, you both had spent years playing the role of each other's best friend until Ellie started to distance herself from you and you ended up enwrapping yourself with work to distract yourself from the fact that she was drifting away.
Ellie didn't know what to do, if she didn't act fast, it would be too late and she was going to lose you.
♡
One week later
The sun was just beginning to set as you were already preparing to settle into bed and read a book, just about to change out of your floor-length sundress and into one of your dad's old shirts. However, your plans were interrupted when you heard your dad screaming downstairs, it was blood-curdling. You dropped everything, pulling your bedroom door open and rushing down the stairs, tripping on a step and stumbling before quickly regaining balance and moving with haste "Dad?" You called out, worry running through your head.
"SURPRISE!" People practically screeched, the volume so loud that you jolted back in fear. The chatter only grew as you looked around you and realized what was happening, this was your belated birthday party.
You were pulled in suddenly for a hug, squeezing you so tight you thought your eyes would pop out of your skull was Tommy "I'm so sorry, kiddo, I was being a real shithead on your birthday."
"It's okay," You choked out, nearly gasping for air. Much to your relief, he released you and you took a deep breath.
"Happy belated birthday!" Dina sang, placing a fat box in your arms. Many people followed after her, piling gifts on top of the initial one, you were quickly losing balance, so you stumbled into the living room and put the gifts onto the coffee table. There was so much life in the living room it was almost hard to believe that just a week before you had been crying alone, bathed in moonlight.
There were streamers strung throughout your house and odd dangly decorations that hung from the ceiling. Some balloons were taped to the walls while others bounced around the ground.
The lively hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the melodic strains of birthday wishes filled the room as the party pulsated with energy. Colourful decorations adorned the walls, and the air was charged with the festive spirit.
You had the biggest smile on your face while everyone joked and jeered. Shoving their gifts into your face, trying to get you to open them first. It had made you forget about how awful your real birthday was, though you did try to dodge awkward apologies of people fumbling over their own words to make up excuses as to why they missed your real birthday.
"Happy birthday to you-" A voice began singing, and soon enough the entire crowd joined in, harmonizing into an off-key rendition of the birthday song. They made way for the person carrying the cake which had been none other than Ellie herself. The song ended off and Ellie placed the cake in front of you on the coffee table. "Make a wish."
You blew out all of the candles, and no punchable little girl around to steal your thunder, the room erupted into applause. The celebration continued with the living room becoming a dance floor, laughter echoing through the corridors, and conversations flowing freely. The cake itself reminded you of the embroidery your dad had done on your apron, it was sloppy and imperfect but you could tell it was made with love, the icing had been put on prematurely and had partially melted off the cake. It read 'Happy birthday' with 'Sorry for being a dick' written smaller beneath the first bit of text.
"Thank you, Ellie," You smiled softly up at her.
No one else was paying attention to you anymore, aside from those who wanted a slice of cake. Ellie nervously fumbled around with her hands "Do you want to dance?"
Ellie invited you to dance as the opening notes of the song floated through the air and she held out her hand. With a gentle smile, you accepted and you moved into the middle of the living room to form a makeshift dance floor. The soft aroma of fresh flowers blended with the scent of vanilla candles created an ambiance that enhanced the moment's sensory magic.
To the gentle beat of the song, your bodies moved in unison. Your hand settled comfortably on Ellie's shoulder, and her hand wrapped around your waist. Your bond transcended the material in the living room dance, an unspoken language of mutual feelings and unknown depths.
You both danced, recklessly, so much so that you were nearly a hazard for the swaying couples drifting around you, moving faster and not hurriedly as the tempo picked up. With each step, the living room's walls became silent witnesses to a romance that was developing on the plush carpet under their feet. The muted rustle of your clothing and the melodic notes of the music were all that could be heard to your ears.
The two of you took great pleasure in the dance's exuberance, laughing at the imperfect nature of it. In the noise of the living room, your eyes, locked in a dance of their own, spoke volumes. You were embraced by the dim lighting's vulnerability, which freed you from the burdens of the outside world to fully enjoy the moment.
Ellie guided you in a soft spin as the song went on, your moves were not fluid and elegant but Ellie could've sworn that looking into your eyes made it feel like there was liquid sunlight coursing through your veins
You and Ellie drew closer in the song's last moments, your bodies pressed together in an embrace that went beyond the material. As the last notes of the music faded, they held each other for an extra moment, relishing the warmth that they shared and the unspoken promises that danced between them. You wished that you could've stayed in Ellie's strong embrace for centuries.
You let go of Ellie, taking a step back with a smile, "Why didn't you tell me you were such a good dancer?" You tease, almost out of breath.
"I didn't know I was," She grinned, taking the sight of you in. Your cheeks were flushed and your hair had become messy, she thought you to be beautiful all the same, if not more. Her eyes raked over your body, your floor-length sundress and mismatched socks "And here I was thinking it was too late for sundresses."
"It's never too late, Ellie."
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Currently Watching - July
aka The Masterlist
Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊
Regularly updated during the month, latest update 12.07.2025.
A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙 If you have any ideas or special wishes, just let me know and I will look if I can prepare a set or already did one and tag you 😊
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At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in July.
This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!
1. 40 Made ni Shitai 10 no Koto (2/12)
They were touching fingers! Yay! I really like this series. I love how straight forward Keishi is and how smitten Suzume already is. He is so happy and is looking forward to their next date! And I am too! I read the manga in the meantime and I know this won't be as steamy as the manga, but it is such a lovely short story! And they were touching fingers! Such a huge step for Suzume. Oh I love them.
2. Ameagari no Bokura ni Tsuite 🇯🇵 (3/6)
Second chance love stories are so adorable. And you can tell Kosuke really likes Shinichiro. There is something with Kosuke's family and I am a little bit afraid this will have a bad impact on their blooming relationship. I love dates at the aquarium. They always feel kinda calm and the blue is soothing.
3. I Became the Main Role of a BL Drama Season 2 🇯🇵 (4/6)
Hm. This second season is kind of a let down. I loved the first season, but this one feels so forced and over the top. And the managers? I always thought they were like a long term couple and not just hook-up buddies. And I never thought one would be a super fan... I think it is kinda boring and cringe to be honest.
4. Memoir of Rati 🇹🇭 (1/12)
It is just the first episode, so I have no clue if I like it or not. But I know for sure that the music is slightly getting on my nerves and every time this one song starts to play, I am reminded of Pearl Harbor... I don't like it when the music shouts at me: this is an important emotional moment! Feel it! Less telling, more feeling please. But Inn and Great look so pretty!
5. Perfect 10 Liners 🇹🇭 (8/24)
Yeah, I am still here. I don't know, this is not that catchy for me. Perhaps I find some time to finally move on to the next couple, but my weekends were stacked with social events and I didn't have the time...
6. Revenged Love 🇨🇳 (10/24)
The story stays a little bit confusing for me. Or let me say, the dynamic between the characters I don't get. Perhaps it is because of the subtitles. But I enjoy this series so much! What I hate? The people who always want more! We got a really nice kiss this week. it was aesthetically pleasing in my opinion. And yet people want more, more, more. They forget in how much danger these actors put themselves and everyone who is working with this series. We can be so lucky to have this series on our platforms to watch and not put down by the government. And we get the sexual tension. We get the kisses. Why do people always want more?
7. Sweetheart Service 🇰🇷 (10/12)
Hm. I guess I only watch it, because I want to support Strongberry and because the episodes are really short. The acting still is meh and the story is not good. And what is wrong with Su Yeon? I didn't like her from the beginning, but now she is only annoying. Really wish we get some progress next week. But in the end I don't know if this would make a difference.
Finished in July
Series
Boys in Love 🇹🇭
This was such a cute little show about coming of age and to find your way in life. At least for the first few steps. It is a highschool bl with a little bit drama, but I guess it is relatable. Deciding what to do with the rest of your life. Deciding what comes first, love or your work future. And what happens when dreams don't come true. What to do when plans don't work out and you have to find a plan B. I really enjoyed the communication and the mothers were great in this last episode. If you like My School President, than you might like this one as well. For me this is a solid 8 out of 10.
Movies
Short Films
Dropped in July
The Next Prince 🇹🇭 (9/14)
Style without substance. At this point it just feels like a waste of time for me. The series looks beautiful, but the plot is so stretched out and so many things could have been dealt with in one episode. The characters are beautiful, but feel lifeless, like really beautiful puppets without a soul and a life. Sorry. I just don't feel it.
Looking forward to in July
Kita-kun ga Kawai Sugite Te ni Amaru no de, 3 Nin de Share Suru Koto ni Shimashita 🇯🇵 (July 1st)
Asada Minami, a nurse, Hiruma Toko, and Nishino Yu, a bookstore employee, all fall in love with Kita-kun, also known as Manaka Kita, who has a mysterious charm that captivates everyone regardless of age or gender. In order to avoid increasing their love rivals, they form the "33% Club" to share Kita-kun's love in three equal parts. It is a love comedy about three people living together with Kita-kun.
Ameagari no Bokura ni Tsuite 🇯🇵 (July 3rd)
Kanade Shinichiro, a working adult living in Tokyo, has decided to hide his homosexuality and never fall in love again due to bitter memories from his school days. One day, he reunites with his high school best friend, Mashiro Kosuke, who he once had a "special" crush on. After meeting for the first time in six years, the two face their pasts and begin to move forward while reexamining themselves. A heartwarming boys' love story about two people who sometimes hurt each other but also clumsily love each other.
40 Made ni Shitai 10 no Koto 🇯🇵 (July 5th)
Tojo Suzume, who has been single for over 10 years and spends his days just going back and forth between his office and home, realizes that there are only three months left until his 40th birthday. Suzume makes a list of "10 things I want to do before I'm 40" due to the sudden sense of impatience he feels at the turning point of his life. "Takoyaki party," "Change your taste in clothes," "Find a lover..." However, the list is accidentally seen by Tanaka Keiji, a handsome junior subordinate! However, at Keiji's suggestion, the two decide to fulfill the list together. Their mundane days change into fun days spent together. And they become "special people" that transcend the relationship of boss and subordinate and the age difference. This is a fascinating story about the slowly closing distance between the two and the love story of an adult who falls in love for the first time in a long time!
My Idol - Trailer 🇰🇷 (July 8th)
U Sang is devastated by the death of his father—and now, even the school track team is about to be disbanded. While everyone urges him to face reality, only Jae Min quietly steps closer to stand by his side.
Desire - Trailer 🇨🇳 (July 12th)
On the edge of death, Sheng Shao You meets someone who seems like his exact type: a delicate white lotus kind of beauty, the kind you'd want to pluck, keep in a vase, and admire forever. But turns out, this boy isn’t just a harmless little lily. He’s a ghost orchid, rare and unpredictable, with charm that’s deadly, elegant, and darker than expected. When obsession meets something untamable, who’s really going to end up devoured?
Dating Game - Trailer 🇹🇭 (July 14th)
Hill, a former bullied boy with a geeky personality, finds love and confidence from "Yuka" in the female character romance simulation game "Yuka! Love Me Please" and grows into a handsome programmer beyond recognition. Hill achieves his dream of getting a job at the company that developed "Yuka! Love Me Please", where he meets Junji, the perfect, cold-hearted CEO from Japan. Soon after getting the job, the company announces that it will be ending service for the game, leaving Hill dejected. Seeing his passion to move forward despite his heartache, Junji approaches Hill with a proposition.
Only You - Teaser 🇹🇭 (July 18th)
A bodyguard's assignment to protect a former schoolmate—now a famous performer—deepens as unexpected feelings ignite between them.
Secret Lover - Teaser 🇹🇼 (July 22nd)
Han Tuo and Lu Jun Xi, lifelong rivals competing for the same girl, escalate their games into intimate challenges. Despite their determination to win, bold moves and unexpected passion blur the lines of rivalry; their games lead to intense and confusing emotions between the two. A heated battle of pride, desire, and unexpected attraction unfolds.
My Magic Prophecy - Trailer 🇹🇭 (July 27th)
Dr. Thap, who doesn't believe in horoscopes or destiny, is forced into a position where he has to flee for his life with the help of fortune-teller In.
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Collegebf! Nanami and Yn fooling around and making out in the dorms 👀👀👀?? Ugh my head is filled with FILTHY thought for this man 😭
making out with collegebf! nanami kento!
tags: suggestive, making out, choking (kind of, not rlly), hinted hand kink, mentions of hickeys, thats it, gn! reader
notes: literally ME TOO especially after this jjk season 2 trailer just dropped, i am having MAJOR brainrot with this man. (this was supposed to be done three weeks ago but writers block 🤕)
you didn't intend this to happen but with nanami on top of you, his legs straddling each side of your body while one hand is pinning yours to the bed and the other is wrapped around your neck and his lips dancing around with yours, it seems like this was on purpose.
his blonde hair that was once neatly slicked to the side, how it usually is, was now a mess. his hair stuck onto his face, whether it was due to how the hot the room was or how close to you he was, he didn't know and he didn't care. he was all over you, hands running up and down your sides, grasping any and every piece of skin he found. and oh my god, he was entranced with you.
today was the day you finally finished moving into your college dorm, everything was unpacked with the help from your friends, family and nanami, your boyfriend. and to no one's surprise, nanami had already moved in, a week before you did so he had all the free time to help you. and when he found out your dorm was no less than a hallway down from his, he couldn't help but let his thoughts become plagued with you.
"thank you guys. i'll finish the rest of my clothes myself, you can go now. bye bye, thank you." you said as you sent off both your parents and friends. "kento, you too. i don't know when my roommate will be back." nanami hummed softly as if he was in agreement with you but he did nothing to start leaving. "kento, seriously, i don't want to set a bad impression on my roommate by having a guy over already."
"mhm." he hummed once again, not listening to a word you said as he sat down on your bed. "kent-" the words escaped your lips as nanami pulled you in by the waist, hands wrapped around your body as you fell on top of him. you stumbled over nothing but you could've sworn something was there to trip you for you to end up like this. nanami's eyes were stuck on you. his eyes beamed with love but with the hint of mischievousness under the dimmed dorm lighting. his hands and yours were intertwined as nanami tilted his head up for a kiss. you take one glance down at his lips before looking over at the door, your ears perking up for any footsteps approaching. "just one kiss, i swear i'll leave after this." you hear nanami say, although you know damn well he won't.
this is what makes you think, you know for a such a serious academic student, he sure does play around a lot with you. you feel like a teenager again around nanami. you quickly meet his lips which only causes nanami to smile against you. a small hushed laugh comes out of his mouth before he completes the kiss, his hands coming up to push your hair out of your face. the kiss only lasts for a few seconds before you pull away, you aren't going to fall into his trap, well, at least not this time. "okay, that was one kiss, you can leave now." you mention his deal from just a minute ago however, it seems nanami has forgotten this as he hums in confusion while he presses soft kisses on your neck, surely with the best intentions.
"nanami kento, i swear, my roommate-" you want to warn him yet as your voices cracks due to his persistent kisses against your skin, you shut your mouth and just wish really fucking badly that your roommate does not walk through that door anytime soon.
nanami's lips are all over you, his breath tickles down your neck as he leaves small kisses near your shoulder. once again all nanami does is hum at your warning, well it's baseless to him anyway. his teeth tug at small parts of your skin to leave marks of some kind, wanting to mark you as his. as if your phone lockscreen, his initials on a necklace and your very apparent promise ring wasn't enough to show that already. his hands hold your neck, not enough to choke you but to hold you in place. your mouth opens in a squeak, your eyes followed his every movement. you ran your fingers through his ruffled blonde hair, nanami letting out a low groan as you did so.
his university sweatshirt the one that matches yours was becoming too hot for him. maybe it was you, maybe it was him, or maybe the dorm, he didn't know. he didn't get the time to think about it before he crashed his lips onto yours. his hands cradling your neck to get you closer to him as if you weren't close to him enough. "god, i love you so much." he mumbles into your lips finding himself way too entranced with you.
as soon as nanami connects his lips with yours, your heart rate picks up. you swear you could hear it from a mile away. it was beating so loudly but the only thing you could hear was your synced breaths with his. with each inhale, nanami deepened the kiss, his teeth biting your bottom lip, as if pleading for more. nanami needs more and so let him. your roommate was the last thing on your mind as you feel nanami's hand slide under your shirt. his hands are cold but nanami feels like he's on fire.
all you can think about is him, your lips moved together and all you can taste is him. the slight taste of coffee slips right into your mouth, probably from the coffee he had earlier this morning. you can't help but want to devour him more as your lips wrapped around each other. your heart was pounding and your stomach couldn't help but twist in butterflies from the way his cologne filled your senses. a small scent of a fragrant citrus with a hint of an earthy saffron. maybe you smelled hints floral and ocean breeze on him but as you continued to breathe him in, you couldn't help but to get drunk off of him. your head is starting to get dizzy. was it because of the lack of oxygen flowing in you or was it because of nanani, you didnt know but you didn't want to stop.
but then the door handle turned, voices were heard and footsteps coming to a hault. the silence was deafening as you stared at your roommate and back. your body froze in the act, even though you weren't doing anything scandalous (yet), you felt like a deer caught in the bright headlights in the dark. and finally all nanami could do was laugh softly, as your roommate murmed something about being back later. "i guess i get to have more time with you."
"kento, get out."
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