#They dance their dance forever ♪

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[milky-aeons]

— DEAR THEODOSIA

౨ৎ . . . in which CHUUYA NAKAHARA loves his baby girl more than life itself.

warnings: pregnancy, descriptions of birth, female reader, criminal themes, swearing, w.c 2k

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ dear theodosia — regina spektor ft. ben folds ꒱ ˎˊ-

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who was absolutely terrified to tell your mafia lover the news. Hours had passed you by lying on the bathroom floor, staring at the two positive lines on the little test window. You'd place your hand on your stomach, feeling a shift there, a breath of new life. It wasn't like the both of you were not dedicated enough to each other or you felt as if he'd disappear. Of course not — he loved you. He'd burn the entire world for you. But this — how could you both raise a child when your lives were already so touched with chaos?

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who showed you an expression you've never seen him make before when you uttered those very words. No muscle on his face moved an inch, his entire body freezing like a lethal statue. Then, his sapphire eyes widened. Until they were the size of dinner plates, of the moon itself.

"Oi." His voice cracked, eyebrows pinching. "Are you sayin'... are you sayin' I'm gonna be a dad?" Your heart swelled double, triple its size, and soared in your chest. Tears streaming down your face, you smiled. "Yes. Yes, you are."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who, in that moment, rushed forward to envelop you in a bone-crushing embrace. Lifting you cleanly off of the floor and spinning you around like you weighed absolutely nothing at all. His growling shouts of glee filled the air, so loud that you were certain the entire Yokohama Port could hear him.

"A dad! A fuckin' dad, you hear me! I'm gonna be a dad, you fuckin' losers!"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who had a smooth and healthy pregnancy. Of which there was a comical shift in Chuuya Nakahara's behaviour around you. When you were out in public, you'd catch him shooting penetrating death-glares at any individual who dared get a little too close to you. Taking you out on the town during balmy summer evenings, he'd always make sure the late bars had a mocktail menu — and if they did not, would threaten them into creating one. But on those quiet nights alone he'd lay beside you and let his fingers dance across your swollen belly. He'd tell your baby stories. He'd laugh. He'd make predictions about the baby's eyes, their hair, their sense of self.

"I bet she's gonna be a show-stopper. A diamond. D'ya think she'll have red hair? She's definitely gonna have your eyes, though."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who jolted up out of bed a day before your expected due date. Who shook Chuuya out of his deep sleep curled beside you, your voice frantic, stomach muscles groaning as they began to contract. And Chuuya, who almost killed a man when the physician took a little later to arrive due to the Port Mafia's forever winding hallways. But she came — after hours of labour, of screams, of Chuuya's strong grip never leaving your hand and anchoring you down to reality when you thought you would fall. She came into the world with a full head of hair and a thick, gurgling cry.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who held her so carefully when his baby girl was first placed into his arms. She had pure watery eyes typical to a new-born — her mother's face, her father's eyebrows and angry pout. Her flushed red fingers reached up to him and grappled. Stupefied, Chuuya extended one of his gloved fingers so she could grip onto it with a feather-like strength. And then, she cried. And for the first time in his life, so did he.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who told his secretary to go and fuck himself when he was reminded of the impending critical meetings taking up his schedule for that week. For the entirety of your recovery and the weeks following, the General blatantly refused to leave your side. He was alert and attentive to every cry his daughter made, every stir in the night, the pattern of her feeds and patting her back when she drank. She'd hiccup, and he'd say "Oya! That was a loud one, huh? Can ya do one more? Sure ya can!"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who grew attached to the gleeful giggles his daughter made when he tickled her tummy, or when he pulled a funny face as he leaned over the rails of her crib. But her favourite game had to be when he made her fly. Just the barest of gravitational manipulation he would use to wrap her tiny body in a blanket of crimson and raise her high. She'd shriek in delight. Chuuya could always keep his hands out underneath, ready to catch her in case she fell.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who would occasionally take his daughter with him to lower-level Port Mafia meetings. The moment she learned to crawl, she was already learning to walk, and then she was learning to climb. Her preferred scalable apparatus — the long legs of not only her father, but any sour-faced crook she could get her hands on. And it was comical, the way these seasoned criminals would melt when she gripped at their ankles, demanding to be lifted. It was not long before it felt normal to have the little toddler crawling around the floor as General Nakahara and his subordinates spoke of business around the meeting table. Occasionally giving her father near heart-attacks when she picked up funny objects around the room and tried to put them in her mouth.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would always scold your partner for spoiling her too much. It would never do much to deter him. Almost daily, Chuuya Nakahara came back from his General duties nursing something or other for his baby girl — expensive chocolates and candies, shoes, clothes, dolls and little jewels. Every time he was sent on one of his gruelling missions to buy Elise another frilly dress, he'd always make time to buy two. Any time she would pass by a window display in the popular shopping districts of Yokohama, Chuuya would always find it exceedingly hard to say no when she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who never really got over how quickly she grew. It felt like almost yesterday when he cradled her in his arms, unsure and speechless, while she gripped his index finger tight. Now, she was a grown girl preparing to enter elementary school. True to his original predictions, his daughter's pale eyes had deepened into the hue of her mother's. But her hair — the clear imprint of her father — was wild and untamed, just like his. Sitting in ringlets of fire that framed her face. Sometimes, he'd ruffle them fondly when he'd come in from a hard evening's shift. Other times, he would let her play with his hair. Fashioning it up into ridiculous looking braids and ribbons until she declared he looked almost as pretty as her and momma. In those moments, despite the blackmail that could have been created against him if anyone snapped a photo of him in that state, Chuuya would always find himself smiling. And reply, almost, little princess, almost.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who, on those days where missions did go wrong, where his men did die, when innocents got caught up and punished in the inevitable mafia cross-fire, would come home late to his little family. Who would hang his heavy coat by the door and kick his shoes off roughly, angrily. He would swear under his breath, he would curse profanities at every god there was — but quietly, so as not to wake you. But then, would come to the edge of the bed and find you and his little girl curled up together — fast asleep, peaceful and unaware to the depravity he stood against. His two most precious treasures. And when he would lean down to place a kiss on either one of your foreheads, he'd murmur the words like the only truth he'd ever known:

"Ain't nothing gonna hurt ya. Never. Till my last dyin' breath, I'll make damn sure of it."

requested by the lovely [ @ringsofsaturnnnn! ] also tagging [ @underthetree845 ]

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞 - part ten max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ( fluff ) series summary . . . when the lives of an f1 and WEC prodigies collide, they find out they find out that they’re not that different and carve out a place for themselves in each other's hearts. the commentators from Sky Sports call this Lovers Rock.

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content warnings . . . ( very short smut near the ending/at the beginning of the final scene, very long chapter, mix between smau and prose writting )

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direct messeges: MAX + YN groupchat: SPINARDS VROOM VROOM

You’d only been staying with Max for a few days after the fire, but it already felt like you’d lived there forever. Max wasn’t sure if it was because you’d brought your dogs, your vinyl player, and a small mountain of suitcases, or because you’d somehow filled his apartment with this contagious energy that made it feel brighter, cozier. Whatever it was, he found himself looking forward to coming home more than usual—especially today.

Max pushed the door open, carrying a bag with the vinyl he’d impulsively picked up for you earlier. He’d noticed the way you meticulously handled your records, the soft hum you gave when you browsed through his collection to find the perfect track to play while the dogs sprawled out on the rug.

You turned your head as he walked in, Marshmallow hopping up from where Sauce was napping to greet him. “Hey,” you called out, your voice light and warm, the sound pulling an easy smile from him.

“Hi,” he replied, setting the bag on the counter before leaning down to ruffle Marshmallow’s ears. “Got something for you.”

Your eyes lit up with curiosity as you padded over. He pulled out the vinyl—a Beatles song you’d mentioned loving once in passing—and handed it to you, watching as your face shifted into surprise, then pure joy.

“No way,” you breathed, clutching the record, ‘And I Love Her,’ to your chest. “You remembered?”

Max shrugged, trying to downplay the warmth spreading in his chest. “You’ve been playing my stuff non-stop, and I don’t even have a lot of vinyl. Figured it was time to add something you’d actually choose.”

You laughed, setting it on the player before turning to him with that smile that made his stomach flip. “Thank you, Maxie.”

He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling too warm. “Alright,” he said, stepping forward and pushing the coffee table aside, making space in the center of the room. “Now you’ve got to teach me.”

You tilted your head, curious. “Teach you what?”

“How to dance,” he said, his tone confident despite the faint flush creeping up his neck.

You blinked, a small laugh escaping. “Max Verstappen wants to learn how to dance?”

“Don’t make it a big deal,” he muttered, putting his hands on his hips and giving you a disapproving look. “I’m serious. Show me.”

Grinning, you grabbed his hand, pulling him into the empty space. The music started, soft and lilting, filling the room as you guided him. “Okay, just follow me. Step here, then here—make it like a box.”

Max concentrated, his hands awkwardly settling on your waist as you moved, his feet shuffling to match yours. You giggled softly when he tripped over his own step, looking up at him with mock seriousness. “You’re supposed to be good under pressure.”

“This isn’t pressure,” he grumbled. “This is humiliation.”

“You’re the one who asked me to teach you.” You stopped, resting your hands on his shoulders. “You’re doing fine. You’ve got rhythm—it’s just hiding under all that ego.”

He gave you a deadpan look, but the way your laugh bubbled up made him relax. You guided him again, slower this time, and he let himself follow the rhythm, his eyes focused on yours. The moment stretched, the music filling the quiet, and when your head rested on his chest, he felt a strange, overwhelming peace and… yellow, bright yellow, nothing that he’s ever felt before.

After a while, you glanced up at him, admiring how he had his eyes closed as you swayed, trying to ignore the rest of the world and concentrate on you. “You know,” you murmured, “I always go to your races… you should come to one of mine.”

Max looked down at you, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Belgium?”

You nodded. “You’d love it. The atmosphere’s insane, and I could use the support.”

He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, then cheek. “Alright. I’ll come.” Max gave in, pressing a final kiss on your lips.

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You slipped your arms into the sleeves of your race suit, the familiar snugness grounding you as you adjusted the collar. Across the room, Max leaned against the doorframe, his casual posture doing nothing to hide the way his eyes followed your every move. Lando was perched on the small couch, phone in hand, shooting you an occasional grumpy look as if the mere presence of Max was interrupting his peace.

You see, after asking Lando to join you and Max and after Lando’s initial decline, you had to blackmail the McLaren driver to join you. You needed a third wheel to try and make people think this was more of your friends supporting you, not your single friend who’s rumored to be your lover.

“Kiss for good luck?” you asked Max, who was indeed your lover. Your voice was soft and a little hesitant, shy, your head tilting as you glanced at Max. A nervous smile tugged at your lips, and you tried to ignore the way your heart thudded in your chest.

Max’s lips curled into a smirk as he pushed off the doorframe, stepping closer. “How could I say no?”

As he leaned in, Lando groaned loudly from the couch, throwing his head back for dramatic effect. “Oh, for god’s sake, get a room!”

You turned to Lando with a raised eyebrow, heat rushing to your cheeks as Max’s hand found your arm, holding you close to his chest. “This is the room, Lan. My room.”

Max chuckled softly at your retort, his hand slipping up to cradle your cheek. He pressed a gentle kiss there, his lips warm and lingering before pulling back slightly. Then, as if he couldn’t resist, he leaned in again, brushing his lips softly against yours, the touch delicate yet enough to make your breath hitch.

“For good measure,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with affection, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

You bit your lip, your face flushed, but you couldn’t help the smile that mirrored his. “See you at Parc Ferme?” you whispered, barely audible.

“Yeah. See you there, schat,” Max murmured, his tone as warm as his gaze.

Just as the moment settled between you, the door swung open, and Carlos strolled in, completely oblivious to what he’d interrupted. “Ready to go?” he asked, his tone cheerful as his eyes flicked between you and Max who had shoved you away like you were the plague quickly upon the Spaniard’s entrance.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you managed a quick recovery, stepping toward him with a smile. Carlos had no idea you were staying with Max, blissfully under the impression you were crashing with Lando—a small mercy you’d taken advantage of to avoid his overly curious nature.

“Yep,” you said, wrapping your arms around your brother in a quick hug. Carlos patted your back with a broad grin, but the sound of Lando’s poorly contained chuckle made you tense slightly.

Carlos pulled back, giving Lando a side-eye. “What’s so funny?”

Lando just shrugged, his smirk remorseless. “Nothing. Just... happy to be here.”

You shot Lando a warning look, but he only grinned wider, his eyes flicking briefly to Max before returning to his phone. As Carlos turned to lead the way out, you glanced back at Max, who gave you a small nod of reassurance—not that you needed it, but now that he offered one, you took it—his gaze lingering for just a moment longer before you followed Carlos into the hallway.

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Your voice rang through the radio, high-pitched with joy and laughter as you passed the checkered flag. “Someone kiss me!” you squealed over the radio excitedly, your happiness bubbling over into giggles and squeals as you eased your car over the finish line. The euphoria was electric, coursing through you like a live wire, each cheer from the grandstands fueling the grin on your face.

After completing the cooldown lap, you pulled back to the finish line, only to see Antonio and Alessandro, your teammates, waving for you to slow down so they could join you for another victory lap. You didn’t hesitate, climbing out of the cockpit and onto the top of the car, Antonio already up there with the Ferrari flag billowing in the breeze. The two of you waved it triumphantly as the other Ferrari car trailed close behind, your team creating a moment of celebration for the fans who had been cheering relentlessly.

The grandstands erupted as you waved to the sea of red in the crowd, the Ferrari fans screaming your name and chanting as if the win was their own, which it was. You could feel the pride and love radiating from every corner of the circuit, and for a moment, you let yourself bask in it fully.

When you finally rolled into Parc Ferme, it was pure chaos. The Ferrari team enveloped you in their arms before you could jump in, pulling you into a whirlwind of hugs, pats on the back, and shouts of praise in Italian. It felt grounding, their pride wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You hugged each of them tightly, feeling the weight of the victory settle in your chest.

And then you spotted him. Max stood off to the side, his hands crossed on the railing, watching with a small, pleased smile that he tried to hide. You didn’t think twice, jogging toward him and throwing your arms around him. He caught you easily, his hands steadying you as you clung to him, the weight of the day spilling over into your embrace.

“Congratulations,” he murmured, his voice soft enough that only you could hear. His hand gave your bicep a light squeeze, grounding you further in his quiet support. “I’d kiss you if there weren’t so many voyeurs,” he added, scrunching his nose in mock distaste as he gestured toward the bustling crowd around you. “I will, but after all of this,” he promised softly.

You laughed, light and breathless at his expression, leaning back to catch your breath before you turned to Lando. “You’re next!” you teased, lunging at him with the same energy.

Lando groaned dramatically as you messed up his perfectly styled hair, swatting at your hands. “Why do you always do this?” he groaned, a fake pout on his lips as he hugged you and squeezed you back, though the laughter in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

The celebration was cut short, however, by the unmistakable presence of Carlos, who had been observing the entire exchange from a few steps away. His brows furrowed slightly as he glanced between you and Max, his hug tighter than usual when he pulled you in. “Incredible race,” he praised, his voice warm but his eyes narrowing slightly at Max over your shoulder.

You couldn’t see it, but Lando did, standing between Carlos and Max with a laugh that he barely managed to suppress. He bit his lip, trying to contain the laughter bubbling up, but a soft snicker escaped anyway. Carlos turned his head sharply, giving Lando a questioning look as you stepped back from the hug, oblivious to the silent standoff.

“Why are you laughing?” Carlos asked, suspicion creeping into his tone.

“Nothing,” Lando replied, feigning innocence as he looked between the Red Bull driver and the Ferrari one. “Just... enjoying the moment.”

You gave Lando a playful shove, still too caught up in the whirlwind of victory to notice the tension. “Come on, guys, it’s a good day. Let’s keep it happy.”

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After two hours of celebrating and drinking at a club, Max shouted the words in your ears, “Let’s go home,” kissing your neck up to the spot at the back of your ear that had your brain almost shutting down.

“Back to Monaco?” you asked, dazed from the alcohol and his ministrations.

“I have a house in Belgium. Forget the hotel,” he said in your ear, holding your waist as the two of you swayed through the crowd.

You tilted your head as you looked into Max’s blue eyes, lost in thought. The alcohol was suddenly giving you the ability to think, and the only thing you could think about was how beautiful this man was.

The Uber drive to Max’s home in Belgium was a blur of laughter and drunken chatter, the adrenaline of your race win still pulsing in your veins. Max had been more animated than usual, a mix of pride and a little too much celebratory champagne loosening his reserved demeanor. You couldn’t stop teasing him about how loud he’d been cheering for you, his voice cutting through the roar of the crowd, along with the excited Lando, of course.

“You were basically a one-man fan club out there,” you teased as the car pulled up to his estate.

Max smirked, stepping out and opening the door for you. “What can I say? I’m your biggest supporter.”

The house was quiet when you entered, holding Max’s hand as he pulled you along. The contrast was striking compared to the noise of the club. Max flicked on a few lights, guiding you through the minimalist space. His fingers brushed yours as he led you from room to room, drunkenly introducing you to his furniture, the warmth in his touch a stark contrast to the cool, sleek interior.

“And this,” he said, opening a set of glass doors, “is the pool.”

You stepped out onto the deck, the soft glow of underwater lights illuminating the crystal-clear water. “You didn’t mention this earlier,” you said, turning to him with a grin.

“You didn’t ask,” he replied, leaning against the doorway.

Without a second thought, you began unbuttoning your shirt, letting it fall to the ground before stepping out of your jeans. Max’s breath hitched as you walked to the edge of the pool, tossing your underwear off as well because why not, before slipping in with a soft laugh.

The cool water enveloped you, your laughter echoing in the stillness as you turned to him. “Are you just going to stand there?” you asked, reaching your hands for him.

Max chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled off his shirt. Moments later, he was in the water too, swimming toward you with ease. When he reached you, his arms slid under your thighs, lifting you slightly.

“Hi, schatje,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of affection.

“Hi,” you replied, your arms wrapping around his neck as you leaned in closer, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Max’s forehead rested against yours as his hands held you steady, his gaze locking with yours. “You know,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the gentle ripples of the water, “I love being your boyfriend.”

Your breath hitched, the sincerity in his tone making your heart swell. “I love you being my boyfriend,” you whispered, a soft smile playing on your lips.

He didn’t say anything more, choosing instead to pull you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that felt like it carried everything he couldn’t put into words.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets. You stirred first, nestled against Max’s chest, your legs tangled together under the blankets as you traced shapes on his soft and beautiful stomach. How could a tummy be so beautiful, you wondered.

You’d both taken a bath together to wash away the pool water. These were the most vivid memories you had from last night: Max kneeling in front of you as he brought the feeling of euphoria to your body that you couldn’t quite explain. His tongue lapping and sucking at your most intimate parts, eyes looking up at you as if he was ready to throw away his life for whatever you demanded.

Max, feeling like the devotee he was with his tongue between your legs, with his hands on his lap, felt so grateful just to be there, no matter how much his knees hurt from the floor or how much you tugged on his hair. He was happy to be the one pulling such noises from you, even if they were just squeaks of confusion and tiny, tiny whines. He was whining with you too, almost crying from how good you tasted and how much he needed you to touch him that it hurt.

“Morning,” Max murmured, his voice husky with sleep as his fingers brushed gently against your back.

“Morning,” you replied, your lips curling into a smile as you nuzzled closer, your fingers tracing his chest softly.

The peaceful moment was short-lived as both your phones buzzed incessantly on the nightstand. Whining, you reached for yours, squinting at the screen.

��Oh my god,” you muttered, scrolling through the flood of notifications. “We made it onto Twitter.”

Max leaned over your shoulder, pulling you back to his chest. A sleepy grin spread across his face as he saw the pictures of you two from the club—dancing, laughing, kissing. Kissing wasn’t even the right word, and eating each other was not even close to describing what your mouths were doing. “We look good,” he said, smirking.

“I bet Lando is enjoying this,” you said, already opening your contacts to call him.

The line rang twice before Lando’s voice answered, hushed and frantic. “What do you want?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean, what do I want? I’m calling to tell you where we are! Aren’t you worried about my safety? What if I was kidnapped?” You gasped in mock offense, too tired to be actually offended.

“Shh!” Lando hissed. “Carlos is here. And he’s doing all the worrying for me.”

At that moment, you heard Carlos’s voice in the background, loud and unmistakably angry. “What is this about Max and Yn? Is Yn on the phone?”

Max raised an eyebrow at you as you put the call on speaker. Carlos’s rapid-fire Spanish filled the room, his tone accusatory and full of disbelief.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you translated the angry Spanish words to Max calmly, “He’s saying you’re an idiot, that you’re reckless, and—oh, this one’s good—that you’re a terrible influence on me.”

Max chuckled, leaning back against the pillows. “Tell him he’s right about the last part.”

You shot him a mock glare but couldn’t suppress your laugh. “Carlos,” you said into the phone, your tone even, “we’re fine. Just celebrating.”

“Celebrating irresponsibly!” Carlos barked back, his voice so loud Lando groaned audibly, seemingly nursing a hangover.

Max took the phone from you, still grinning. “Carlos, it’s fine. Yn won Belgium. You should be happy for her.”

Carlos’s reply was too rapid to catch, but you could tell from the tone that he wasn’t letting it go anytime soon.

“You know,” you said, taking the phone back and ending the call with a cheeky smile, “we should probably go back to sleep before Lando calls us again.”

Max chuckled, pulling you back into his arms. “Agreed,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Let’s deal with the aftermath later.”

[lianaloverr]

Colby Brock bestfriend/bf hc’s!

Heyy! I told y’all to lookout for Colby and here it is! (Sorry about the part 2, I’ve been trying to brainstorm. I’ll try to have it out by tomorrow!) enjoyyyy! Also this is based off of old and new Colby.

Paring: Colby Brock x gn!reader

Warnings: mention of kissing and a “fun time”

(Not mine!!)

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Bestfriend:

• you guys met eachother through Sam

• you met Sam in middle school, then he introduced you

• instant besties

•when him and Sam started their vine/youtube, you supported them all the way

• you guys always hang out

• when your both laying together, you always play with his hair

• when prank wars rolled around, you helped him with almost all of them

• One time he pranked you by pushing you in the pool, and you were pissed

• ofc you got him back😉

• you guys promised you would be bestie forever (or more?)

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Bf hc’s:

• bro loves you to deathh

• when you guys go to party’s, he protects u with his life

• he wanted to make sure no one tried to steal u

• you guys share a LOT of embarrassing moments, but you laugh ur asses off

• when u guys drink, is a goofy night filled with kissing and dancing

• you always catch this boy staringgg

• your guys favorite song to listen to is The Hills x Swim (it’s such a good song, pls go listen to it)

• when u guys are alone… let’s just say you have a “fun time”

• he fell first and harder

• his whole demeanor changes when your around

• you always call this boy cutee

• a few years later, your married

• you live happily ever after❤️

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Hellooo! Thank u for reading! I’m taking requests, pls send me some one-shot ideas for Sam or Colby or anyone else on my masterlist! Byeee!

[majusialikesfastcars]

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Pepe Martí x childhood best friend!reader

Summary: Five times pepe wanted to tell you, his childhood best friend, about his feelings and the one time he finally did.

this request 🫶

⚠️Tw: fluff, fluff and fluff, not recommended for people with diabetes bc of all the sugar in it, sebas and chris being the best matchmakers, idiots in love

!English is not my first language, so please bare with me🙏🙏!

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"We keep this love in a photograph,

We made these memories for ourselves,

Where our eyes are never closing,

Our hearts were never broken,

And time's forever frozen, still"

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This year's autumn seemed to appear earlier than usual. Flame-crowned trees were losing their leaves, somewhere among the split chestnuts and capless acorns. The wind was raging outside the window, humming some chaotic melody to the rhythm of the raindrops tapping on the window. Fog covered the gray sky, making it difficult to see even the tip of your nose.

Pepe layed on the couch at your house and watched some boring movie, while you looked for more blankets. Your parents left for some banquet you had no idea about, leaving you to watch the house and Pepe, being a perfect boyfriend decided to keep you company. The evening promised to be a quiet one, filled with cuddling under a warm blanket.

"Pepe, look what I found!", you said, rushing into the room with excitement in your eyes. "Our photo album!"

You joined him on the couch, resting your head on his chest and opening the old book.

The Polaroid in your hands showed you as kids, playing in the playground. Pepe remembered it really well. It was the first memory he had of you.

The sun had already risen to the highest pedestal in the sky, and its rays spread pleasant warmth on the faces of people who decided to leave their apartments. Birds chirping could be heard from virtually every tree in the area. It was one of the most beautiful July days.

The laughter filling your little hearts, when he pushed your swing, was heard on the whole playground. He saw how much happiness his actions were giving you and even then it was the most beautiful view to him. Without much thinking about it, he went and picked up the biggest daisy, he could find. Your smile was as bright as the shining sun, when he gave it to you. The innocence of this moment was captured by your mothers, sharing knowing looks.

He was just a kid then, but he still loved you, before he even knew what love was.

"I still have the daisy, you know?", you smiled fondly at this memory.

"Really?", Pepe looked at you, suprised that you still kept it after all this years.

"Yeah, wouldn't trade it for the world."

You took out another Polaroid from the old album of your mother. It was a picture of you two by the lake, smiling from ear to ear.

Your family's lake house was something both of you adored. Going there every summer, when Pepe was done with racing for a while, was an unspoken tradition.

The quietness of the night was something you both needed. A moment when it could be just the two of you, without your families trying to sneak into not their business. Pepe loved this peaceful moments with you. He could finally be with someone, that didn't see him as a driver, but just as him, your beloved best friend.

The summer wind was sending chills through your body, making you shiver a little. That night, the stars danced in the moonlight, admiring each other in the reflection from the still lake. The wind hummed softly, joining the chorus of crickets from the nearby forest. The night was peaceful. That's why you decided to leave the bustling house and take a walk.

You were laughing at one of Pepe's jokes, missing the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. You sat at the shore of the lake, enjoying the calmness of the night.

Pepe was talking about his recent race, when he felt your head falling on his shoulder. His whole body froze. Of course, he was familiar with your touch, but this time it felt different, more intimate. His mind was racing with thoughts, when he looked at you, basking in the comfort of his presence.

Have you always looked so pretty? Have your perfumes always been so intense? When did your skin become so soft? Why did his heart start to beat so fast suddenly?

"You know, I wouldn't imagine someone else as my best friend", your quiet voice got him out of the whirlwind of his thoughts. "You're literally my favourite human being."

He felt blush creeping on his cheeks. You too were his favourite person in the whole, wide world, but he stayed quiet, not able to put what he felt in right words. He put his head on top of yours, while his hand delicately caressed your arm. The atmosphere between you full of innocent, teenage love, that you weren't even aware about yet, while the moment stayed forever hidden in the arms of the silent night.

You smiled fondly at one of many sweet memories you had with your boyfriend. Pepe looked at you, laying comfortably in his arms and wondered how it had ever occurred to him that it was just friendship.

Your eyes landed on the next photo and your cheeks started hurting almost immediately from the big smile, while Pepe let out a groan of embarrassment. Said photo showed you, him and none other than his two lovely best friends, Chris and Sebas.

The noise coming from the racing track seemed to disappear amid the laughter of two young boys. They just watched their friend pathetically drool over his life long crush. It was funny that neither of them realized their feelings yet. Looking at each other, they knew they couldn't just leave them alone.

Giggling, they snuck up behind Pepe.

"Are you going to look at her like that for the rest of your life, or are you finally going to stop being a coward?" Sebastian asked, and poor Pepe almost had a heart attack because of him.

"Just before you do that, look in the mirror. You're drooling so much that she might think you have rabies," said Chris, appearing at his other side. "Seriously, mate, this is pathetic."

"What the fuck are you guys talking about?"

"Oh, Pepe, always the oblivious," Sebastian clucked disapprovingly. "I honestly feel sorry for you."

"Pepe, my dear, has it ever occurred to you, that you might have a crush on her?" teased Chris, laughing at the whirlwind of thoughts in Pepe's eyes, and then adding dramatically. "If you keep burning a hole in her back with your staring, I'll feel sad. You've never looked at me like that."

Sebas cackled loudly and Pepe wanted the ground to swallow him whole, looking at you in panic to make sure you hadn't heard the two of them talking. After a moment, he sighed with relief, missing your little smile.

They were just making fun of him.

Right?

And even if they were right, he couldn't risk it. Your friendship meant too much to him.

Now, he couldn't ever imagine not being in a relationship with you. It was almost like you were made for each other. His perfect, other half. And both, Sebas and Chris, still teased him about that.

"They really are matchmakers, huh?"

"Somewhere in their idiocy there is a way, i guess", said Pepe.

You nudged him, your heart melting, when you heard him laugh. After all this years together it was still your favourite sound. The next Polaroid was fairly new, but your favourite memory.

It was one of the warmest nights in May. You were spending it in Pepe's apartment, doing your weekly movie night. This time you decided to bake a pizza and Pepe offered to help. It was going well, until it was time to decide what to put on it.

"Pizza without mushrooms is not a pizza, Pepe", you said with a frown on your face.

"Pizza is indeed a pizza without mushrooms", said Pepe, mimicking your high-pitched voice.

You sighed dramatically at his antics. You weren't going to leave it like that. Before Pepe could react, he was hit in the face with a handful of flour. Your giggles woke him up from his initial shock.

It was war.

His apartment was a complete mess after you were done. You were sat in the middle of it, laughing like little kids.

Being completely honest, Pepe didn't have anything against mushrooms on pizza, but you looked so cute when you were angry. He just couldn't resist it.

You were laughing at the whole situation, when he tried to fight the urge to kiss you. He couldn't be that selfish.

"You know, I was right", he said, the smirk evident on his face.

You send him a dirty glare. Some things never change. The next photo was his favourite. The hug after his maiden win. A memory he will forever hold close to his heart.

It was a very warm day. The sun was high in the sky and the earth was bathed in its rays. The temperature rose more and more with each passing hour. It wasn't an ideal day for racing, but it was still better than if it rained.

Pepe was a little nervous about the race. In fact, he didn't even know why. He was starting from pole position, the car felt good and he liked the track. But there was something that made his nerves practically eat him from the inside. Normally, your presence calmed him down in an instant, but this time even that didn't help. At these moments his habit of snapping his fingers was activated. You literally had to hold his hand to get him to stop.

When it was time to get into the car, you thought your hand would fall off from the strength with which Pepe was gripping it.

“Pepe, if you don't stop squeezing my hand so hard, the blood won't get to it,” you whispered, making him immediately let go.

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking at you with the eyes of a beaten puppy. You sighed, turning to face him and cupping his face in your hands.

"I don't know why you're so nervous, because you're rocking on this track, but I want you to know that no matter where you finish, me, your whole family and all your fans will be proud," you said, looking him straight in the eye. "Now go out there and show everyone their place."

Pepe's heart was filled with emotion when you finished speaking. All the nerves were gone, replaced by pure lust to win. And in that moment you knew, he was really going to show them all their place.

You sat staring at the screen the entire race, biting your lip from the mounting tension in the garage. One lap. That's all there was left for him to win. Pepe was truly amazing. The ease with which he maintained the lead was something that could not be described in words. You had to be there to feel it. It was as if he and the car were one. You loved watching him fulfill his dreams.

The crowds roared as he crossed the finish line. His radio was filled with shouts from his team members wanting to congratulate him. He couldn't believe this moment had finally arrived. After a rather unhappy half of the season, he won. He was finally able to stand on the top step of the podium as the Spanish national anthem played in the background. His maiden wins in formula two. It was a surreal feeling.

He didn't even realize he was still in the car until Franco Collapinto, who finished in a second place, patted him on the helmet. He immediately jumped out of the car, blindly taking off his helmet and Baclava, to the sound of his team's cheers. Everyone wanted to hug and congratulate him. You were no different. When his eyes landed on you, crying your eyes out, he couldn't stop himself, crashing you in the tightest hug you ever felt. But it didn't matter.

Your hands found themselves on each side of his face, while you brought him closer. With your foreheads aganist eachother, you said, your voice breaking, "I'm so proud of you, Pepe."

At that moment, all of his self-control evaporated and just as he was finally about to kiss you, he was pulled away for the weigh-in.

Fate has a funny way of doing things.

When he finally stood on the highest step of the podium, his national anthem playing and spanish flag spread across his back, he felt, that the years of though trainings and many sacrifices were worth it. And when he spotted you in the middle of the crowd, looking up at him like he hung the stars with mascara smudes under your eyes, he felt the fear of ruining your friendship slowly vanishing, at least for a while.

The last photograph was taken only few hours after the previous one. You were laying on the bed in the hotel room, exhaustion clearly visible in your eyes after celebrating half the night.

Even though the sun had long since left its pedestal, giving way to the moon, the night was still warm. The stars sparkled in the sky, and their beautiful glow fell inside through the large hotel window.

You layed turned towards it with your eyes closed, enjoying the silence after a night filled with alcohol and club music. Pepe was lying right next to you. So close, yet his thoughts were far away. He was kicking himself for not having the courage to tell you how he felt earlier, and the fear of destroying so many years of friendship came back. It was slowly destroying him from the inside. He looked at you and his heart immediately started beating faster. You were wearing only his t-shirt. He loved this view. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or something else, but he started talking.

"You really don't know how hard it is for me to pretend that you're just a friend to me. Friends don't feel about each other the way I feel about you. And words can't express it. I could spend ages trying to describe it and it still wouldn't be enough. From the time I saw you as a child until now, I've spent every moment loving you, even before I knew what it was", his heart felt lighter after this confession, and after thinking for a short while, he added: "I really would give away everything for just a kiss."

"Then do it."

Your quiet voice made him nearly faint, but after processing your words his heart was trying to jump out of his chest.

"What?"

"Kiss me, dummy. It's rude to keep a lady waiting for so long."

He looked deep into your eyes and seeing absolutely no trace of hesitation, he finally leaned in, sealing your lips in a kiss. It was a feeling taken straight from the cartoon world, somewhere between a story like Beauty and the Beast or Cinderella. Two souls destined for each other were finally able to become one, strengthening the bond they had nurtured over the years. Two halves finally becoming whole. The feeling of unrequited love finally vanishing away. Deep dwon he always knew you were bond to end up together.

In the end, you really kept your love in the photograph.

🌺

Author's note: yes, this is me manifesting pepe's win

[killusmoke]

◜ ͡ ◝ৎ ͜ ◞ ۫ ♪ slow dancing in the dark

⟡ dancing with cloud in a random empty field in the dark

cw : x fem!reader with she/her pronouns, tooth-rottening fluff (as always lol)

♬ - slow dancing in the dark (please listen to this while you read! I love this song <3)

The night was quiet, with only the soft hum of the wind brushing past the trees. Stars dotted the sky, twinkling like tiny diamonds above. The air was cool, but not too cold, just enough to make the moment feel crisp and alive, with the wind blowing gently on you. Cloud had led you out into the open field just beyond town, where the lights of the houses were mere specks in the distance.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness that surrounded you both.

Cloud turns to you, his usual stoic expression softened in the moonlight. His eyes, those deep, soulful blue eyes, catch yours, and for a moment, it feels like time has stopped. He steps closer, holding out a hand toward you, his expression a mix of tenderness and a hint of shyness.

“Dance with me?” His voice is gentle, a stark contrast to the battles and chaos the two of you have been through. But right now, in this moment, there’s only him and you, and the night that surrounds you both.

You smile, your heart fluttering at the thought. “Of course.”

You take his hand, and he pulls you closer, wrapping one arm securely around your waist while your free hand finds its place on his chest. You sway together, slow and steady, with faded music playing in the distance assisted with the faint rustle of the wind through the grass. The world around you fades into the background, leaving only the sensation of Cloud’s warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palm.

His chin rests lightly on the top of your head as you both fall into a gentle rhythm. The wind picks up slightly, ruffling Cloud’s messy blonde hair, but you don’t mind. It feels like something out of a dream, the kind of moment you’d want to last forever.

“I never thought I’d be doing something like this,” Cloud murmurs, his voice vibrating softly against you. There’s a smile hidden in his tone.

You chuckle softly, leaning back to look up at him. “Really? I thought you’d be the dancing type,” you tease.

He lets out a soft laugh, his hand tightening ever so slightly around your waist. “Not really. But… for you, I’ll do anything.” His voice drops slightly as he pauses, his eyes catching the sparkle in yours. “I know how much you love dancing, and…” He hesitates for a moment, his gaze softening. “I wanted to do something special for you. Just for you.”

Your breath hitches at his words, and for a moment, you simply stare into each other’s eyes, the connection between you so strong it makes your chest ache. Slowly, Cloud leans down, his eyes soft but still locked on yours, silently asking for permission without saying a word.

You close the distance, and his lips meet yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It’s not rushed or hurried. It’s slow, full of unspoken emotions, as if he’s trying to tell you everything he feels in that one moment. His hand moves up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin tenderly as he deepens the kiss just slightly.

When you finally pull away, your foreheads rest together, breaths mingling in the cool night air.

“I could stay like this forever,” you whisper, your voice laced with contentment.

Cloud’s eyes soften, a rare, genuine smile pulling at his lips. “Me too.”

And with the stars above and the wind wrapping around you both, you continue to sway, lost in the peacefulness of each other’s embrace.

a/n: i want to make my posts dark but idk how to change the post color itself 💔 it clashes with my profile aesthetic sm... anyway look at this cute pic of my husband ￬

[daisies-daydreams]

Can we get a new story chapter for DeadBeat! Köing? He goes through the legal process; getting his name on the birth certificate, child custody/visitation rights and child support payments. He asks his ex on a date, just so she get unwind from her motherly duties. He than asks her if they could get back together?

One Step at a Time - Pt. 2 (Deadbeat!König x F!Reader)

Pairing: Deadbeat!König x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Broken German, Swearing, Trust/Abandonment Issues, Depictions of Panic Attacks Word Count: TBA A/N: Hi there! Thank you so much for your request - I feel like it's been forever since I've been involved in the COD community, and it feels good to start writing for it again. I hope you enjoy! (P.S. König's real name is Mathias in this continuity). Pt. 1

"♪ And up, up, up we go! ♪" Mathias cheered while bouncing your baby girl, Emilie, in his lap. Your daughter gurgled as he raised her arms above her head and danced along to the music playing on your TV. You watched with a soft smile as you finished up some work at the kitchen table. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, the bags beneath them seeming to grow heavier with each passing day.

"I swear, she loves this show," the giant man chuckled. You hummed as you typed away at the spreadsheet.

“Dadadada!" Emilie suddenly squealed, her boisterous laugh floating around the room like bubbles. Her father laughed and imitated her babbling before he kissed the top of her head. You couldn't help but chuckle at the way your little girl utterly adored her father - the man who shared the same sparkling blue eyes and fiery red hair with the little one. You sighed as you closed your laptop and tilted your neck side to side, the stress of the day still lingering in every fiber of your being. You smiled as Emilie cooed while she stared at the blue and orange dogs dancing on her favorite show.

"Thanks for watching her while I finished up," you said to Mathias as you strolled over to the couch. The tall man blinked as you sat down next to him while Emilie chewed on her bumblebee pacifier.

"No problem," he cracked a small grin. Emilie ducked her head into Mathias' broad shoulder when he tried to hand her over to you. His eyes widened a little as you paused.

"You can hold onto her for a bit longer. You still have about ten minutes," you smiled softly. His grin seemed to falter at your statement as she opted to gnaw on her father's dark t-shirt.

"Right," he sighed before turning his attention back to the screen. The three of you continued to watch the show before Emilie's eyelids began to droop. Mathias chuckled quietly as he cradled her in his arms.

"Aw, mein Kliene," he cooed as she yawned quietly [my little one]. She grunted and smacked her lips as he pecked her forehead. Mathias gently rocked her in his burly arms as he began to quietly hum:

"Guten Abend, gut’ Nacht, Von Englein bewacht Die zeigen im Traum Dir Christkindleins Baum: Schlaf’ nun selig und süß, Schau im Traum’s Paradies"*

Your daughter's eyes slowly closed as she yawned one last time. Your heart melted as you watched her drift off to sleep in his arms. Mathias glanced over at you and smiled gently.

"I missed hearing you sing," you confessed with a timid whisper. His cheeks dusted a bright pink as he looked back down at your baby girl.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Maus?" he chuckled softly. The two of you eventually made your way to your bedroom. Mathias continued to hum softly as he laid Emilie in her crib, the pudgy baby suckling on her pacifier as she stirred. You found yourself mesmerized by the fact that this giant, hulking mass of a man could be so gentle with something so fragile as your infant.

You were pulled from your thoughts when Mathias cleared his throat.

"(Y/N), could I talk to you in the kitchen for a moment?" he asked. You furrowed your brows a little as you nodded.

"Of course," you said before giving one last glance at your baby girl. You stepped out of the room with your ex, leading him into the kitchen. You couldn't help but cross your arms over your chest as you gazed into his icy blue eyes. "What did you want to talk about, Matti-Mathias," you corrected yourself before you said your old petname for him. Mathias seemed to catch it, though, as he paused for a brief moment.

"Well...I just notice how exhausted you've been lately with working extra hours and taking care of Emi," he began as he shifted in place. You saw the way he wrinkled his nose and played with the hair on the back of his head; tell-tale signs that he was nervous around you.

"So I was wondering if you, well, would allow me to take you out somewhere to unwind?" he asked. Your eyes widened by a fraction as you sucked in a sharp breath.

"You mean...like a date?" you asked. His breath hitched.

"Well, um, not exactly," Mathias muttered. He averted his gaze and sighed while rubbing the back of his head. "I just think that you need a break is all," he admitted. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot on the kitchen tile.

"And what's in it for you?" you asked with a raised brow. Mathias smiled sheepishly.

"A chance to catch up," he replied honestly. You tilted your head as he stepped closer. "Most of my time around you is spent with Emi, and that's great! But...I'd like to have a conversation where there's no crying or spit-up to interrupt us," he murmured. The room was quiet for a moment as you rubbed your arms. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid idea-" he began. He froze when you shook your head and rested a hand on his arm.

"No...it's a good idea," you admitted with a tired chuckle. Mathias' shoulders relaxed as his eyes brightened. "What did you have in mind?" you asked as you shuffled in place. Your ex shared the same exhausted smile as he leaned down. The tips of your ears burned as his face came ever so close to yours.

"It's a surprise," he whispered with a hint of anticipation. You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.

"Alright - as long as there's no spicy food involved," you giggled. Mathias chuckled, the corners of his baby blue eyes crinkling as his chest puffed out. "I'll just have to ask Mrs. Gonzalez if she can watch Emi," you said. The giant man beamed as he leaned his head back up.

"Great! Is it alright if I come pick you up around, say, six o’clock this Saturday?" he asked. You grinned and nodded. Mathias smiled widely as he dipped his upper body down and opened his arms. "Oh, thank you-" you flinched away, your heart pounding as your eyes widened. Your ex tensed as he cautiously stepped away.

"I'm...I'm sorry," he murmured.

"It's alright," you said. The two of you averted each other's gazes before his phone began to ring.

"Ah, arbeiten," he sighed [work]. The two of you exchanged glances as he began to stroll towards your front door. He paused and slightly turned towards you. "Maus, I…” his voice trailed off as his throat tightened [Mouse]. You tilted your head as you held your breath. Your ex opened his mouth before his phone began to ring again. He sighed as his shoulders fell.

“I’ll...see you on Saturday," Mathias waved with a strained smile. You returned his gesture before watching him step out of your apartment…a tiny, quiet part of you yearning to let him stay.

+++

“I’m keeping the ringer on my phone on full volume - just in case,” you told your older neighbor, Mrs. Gonzales, as you handed your baby girl to her. Her chocolate brown eyes lit up as Emilie cooed and blew a raspberry. Mathias lingered nearby, maintaining enough distance between the two of you as he slotted his thumbs in his jean pockets.

“Sounds good," Mrs. Gonzalez paused before glancing at the two of you. Her gaze turned steely as she looked up at Mathias. “Take good care of her,” she warned in a low voice. Your ex laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

“Don’t worry, Frau. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble,” he chuckled [Ma’am]. You felt a twinge of heat rise to your cheeks as you rolled your eyes. You smiled and pecked your baby’s forehead as she gurgled.

“Goodbye, Emi. Be good for Mrs. Gonzalez,” you said before cupping her cheek. Emilie suddenly sneezed before giggling again.

“Oh, don’t worry. She’s always such a delightful baby,” your neighbor chirped. You and Mathias exchanged weary glances before snickering.

“Yes, she is. Thank you again, Mrs. Gonzalez!” you said. Mathias stepped over and kissed the top of Emilie's head.

“Tschüssi, Bärchen,” he murmured before kissing the tip of her button nose [Goodbye, little bear]. Emilie pouted as he started to drift away, grabbing for her father with her tiny, chubby hands. “Aw, it’ll be okay. We’ll only be gone for a little bit,” her father murmured. She sniffled before Mrs. Gonzalez rocked her gently. You said your goodbyes, your heart aching a little to leave your baby...but a wave of relief washed over you knowing you wouldn't have to worry. You sighed and lowered your hand.

“Are you ready to go?” Mathias asked. You slowly turned your head and smiled. The drive over wasn’t too awkward, the two of you sharing small talk about your respective jobs and other menial things. Your eyes softened when he pulled into the parking lot, a familiar sign glowing above his massive, red truck.

"The Whippy Dip?" you asked. Mathias smiled brightly as he nodded.

"I thought we could catch up over an old favorite spot," he beamed while shifting his car into park. You felt a mixture of emotions swirl inside your chest as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. It wasn't just an old favorite spot: it was where the two of you had your first date. You were snapped out of your daze when he opened your door. The summer breeze drifted into the vehicle as your heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you," you said as you slipped out of his truck. You landed on the crunchy gravel below while using his forearm for support. You gazed up at him when you realized how long you've kept your hand on his body. You cleared your throat and dusted off your jeans.

"Should we get our favorite?" Mathias beamed as the two of you made your way to the ice cream shop. You bit your lip as your chest tightened. Our favorite. It's been a while since you've thought about that.

"I think I'll just get a cookie dough cone," you replied. His smile faltered before he cleared his throat.

"Right - just slipped my mind," he said before stepping up to the stand. The cashier blinked several times before a smile stretched across her face.

"Well I'll be damned - it's (Y/N) and Mattie!" she giggled. You smiled and gave her a small wave.

"Hi, Jill," you said. The brunette woman leaned forward.

"Haven't seen y'all in a hot second," she hummed. You exchanged glances with Mathias and nodded.

"We've just been...busy," you replied. Jill shrugged before she plucked the pencil tucked behind her ear and pulled out her notepad.

"I hear ya. Now, what can I get started for you two lovebirds?" she chirped. Your face instantly swelled with heat while Mathias coughed into his hand.

"Ah, we aren't really together anymore," you explained in a stilted manner. Jill paused and raised a brow.

"Well, either you're together or you're not," she frowned while shifting her gaze between the two of you. You bit the inside of your cheek as you squeezed your hands together.

"We aren't," you clarified, not realizing the way Mathias' shoulders slumped at your words. Jill pursed her lips as she thought for a moment.

"I see," she said with narrowed eyes. You sighed and looked down at your feet while Mathias ordered his ice cream. "And for you, hon?" Jill asked. You blinked as you gazed back up.

"Oh, um, I'll have a cookie dough cone. One scoop, please," you smiled weakly. You looked over to see Mathias staring at you, only for him to shift his gaze back up at the menu. Jill finished scribbling in her notebook.

"Alright. That'll be $7.35-" Mathias pulled out his credit card in the blink of an eye. Jill laughed at his sudden movement. "Mattie, I wish customers were that eager to pay me," she chuckled before taking his card from him. Mathias laughed nervously and shifted in place.

"You didn't have to pay for mine," you whispered while gently nudging his elbow. Mathias shrugged.

"It'd be rude of me not to," he replied. Your cheeks warmed again before Jill came back with your sweet treats.

"Here ya go!" the older woman chirped. Mathias gave her a quick nod as he took the cones from her.

"Danke," he smiled [Thank you].

"Anytime. Y'all have a good night!" she called. You gave her another small wave before the two of you wandered over to one of the wooden picnic tables. You gasped when a string of lights suddenly lit up above the two of you.

"When did they put these in?" you wondered aloud. Mathias hummed as he sat down across from you.

"They must've done it while we were gone," he replied. You smiled as he handed you your cone.

"Prost," the giant man said while holding up his ice cream [Cheers].

"Prost," you repeated with a nod. The two of you began to enjoy your cold treats in the calming summer night: the sound of crickets chirping and cars idly passing by filling the space around you.

"So, other than being an incredible mom and working full-time, what else have you been up to?" your ex piped up before swiping his tongue across his chocolate ice cream. You blushed at his praise as you shifted in your seat.

"Honestly, not much," you sighed while resting your hand on your cheek. Lightning bugs began to dance above your heads as the moon peeked over the horizon. "I never really have time to hang out with friends unless it's planned way ahead of time," you frowned as you watched your ice cream melt inside your half-eaten cone. "And even if I want to do something for myself, it would have to be late at night...which I don't want since I'm so exhausted already," you said. You glanced up to see Mathias' eyes widened in shock.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to give such a depressing answer," you cleared your throat and shifted in your chair. Your ex shook his head.

"It's alright, Maus. I just...I didn't realize just how exhausted you were even with me coming over and watching Emi during my visits," he sighed. An awkward silence lingered between the two of you as you nibbled on the edge of your cone.

"Would it be possible for me to come over more often?" Mathias piped up. You pursed your lips.

"You mean like extending your visiting hours?" you asked. He chuckled nervously and shifted his work boots on the gravel.

"Not exactly..." he said. You knitted your brows as you watched him swallow thickly. His blue eyes pierced right into your soul as he took a deep breath. "(Y/N)...I just wanted to start off by letting you know how thankful I am that you've let me become a part of your and Emi's lives," Mathias began. You set the wrapper from your cone aside as you crossed your legs. Your ex rubbed the fiery five o'clock shadow that sprinkled his jaw as he thought for a moment.

"I just...I was wondering if you'd let things go back to the way they used to be," he said in a more hushed voice. Your eyes widened a little as your lips drew into a tight line.

"Mathias...what are you trying to say?" you breathed, your heart pounding in your ears. He swallowed again before parting his lips.

"(Y/N)...would you give us another chance?" he asked. Your jaw dropped as your heart nearly ceased. Time slowed to a standstill as he gazed into your eyes with his own icy blue ones. The same ones that gazed at you across the way at your friend’s wedding. The same ones that held so much warmth in them as the two of you slowly danced in the kitchen. The same ones…that stared at you with pure shock before he left a cold, empty space in your shared bed the next morning.

“M-Mathias….” you breathed as your chest tightened. He gasped and braced his large hand over your upper back when you fell forward, your chest bumping into the edge of the table.

“Maus, are you alright?!” he asked. You could feel your breath quicken as you placed a hand over your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut as the memories all came back to you in a violent, wicked torrent.

“Mathias…I…I don’t know what to say,” you confessed with tears in your eyes. The giant man frowned as he held his breath, his shoulders tense and body stiff. You sighed and wiped at your puffy, tired eyes.

“I…I’m sorry. I just, I just don’t know,” your voice cracked. Mathias’ shoulders fell as he tilted his head down. You blinked as he slid your hand into his and squeezed it. Your face softened a little when you saw tears film over his own eyes, his jaw tight and chest heaving.

“(Y/N), I know what I’ve done to you was horrible,” he started. You shifted towards him as you sniffed. “But I promise you, I will never, ever leave your side again. And I will do all I can to be the best partner to you and papa to Emilie,” Mathias said while brushing his calloused thumb over your knuckles. You swallowed thickly and shook your head.

“How do I know you won’t walk out on us again?” you asked with a choked sob. Mathias straightened his posture as he took a deep, shaky breath.

“Maus…please. We both know I've changed," he stated. "The child support payments, the visits - I wasn't just doing that for Emi...I was doing it for you, too,” he confessed. You placed a hand over your mouth as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “I understand if you’re hesitant. And if you need time to think, I respect that. But please, if you could just-“ he gasped when you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around his body. You buried your face into his wide chest as you choked out a quiet sob. Mathias rubbed your back soothingly while his lips brushed over the crown of your head.

“I-I miss you so much,” you admitted while soaking his shirt with your hot tears. “I miss hearing your laugh shake the walls while we watched movies- a-and the way you’d hold me close in the mornings,” you sobbed. Mathias nodded as the two of you embraced, his breathing shallow as he held you close.

“I missed you, too, mein Hase,” he murmured [my bunny]. He pulled back a little and cupped your cheek, his eyes soft as a gentle smile crossed his face. “But we’re here now and that’s what matters,” your love whispered. You sniffed and nodded before pulling him into another hug. You sighed as he ran his fingers through your hair…just like he used to. You sighed as you leaned back, your head spinning as you swallowed thickly.

"Mathias...as much as I want to be with you, I-I think I need to take it one step at a time," you sniffed and wiped your cheeks. "I don't think my heart's ready for something like this again - no yet, at least," you gulped. Mathias nodded slowly as his hands loosened over your smaller form.

"I understand, (Y/N)," he said with a warm, gentle gaze. You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing, the feeling of his strong body against yours bringing you at least a little comfort. You felt him squeeze your hands in his again as he tilted his head down.

"And I'll be here for you every step of the way," he beamed with a bright look in his eyes.

----

*Lullaby Translation:

Good evening, good night, Watched over by angels In your dreams they’ll show you The Christmas Tree: Sleep sweetly now and blissfully, Behold Paradise in your dreams.

Thank you for reading! ❤️

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[hibiscusfairys]

image !!

🍂 draco malfoy ; unrequited love, part 3 (hufflepuff fem reader)

♪ lover, you should come over : jeff buckley

part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5

♡ warnings: angst

tagged: @miawastakens @watercolorskyy

☆

It was the night of the Yule Ball.

You examined your hopeless reflection, the dress you wore draping straight over your figure. The puffed sleeves were decorated with lace and the silk of the dress fell to your feet.

You clasped your fingers together.

The Yule Ball is a dance, and you were going to be dancing with Adrian Pucey.

There was no doubt that Pucey wasn’t a bad looker. But you felt so empty. You both treated each other as a last resort, knowing that it would be difficult to grasp another date if you even tried. So you settled with him, unsatisfied with what you had.

With one final re-adjustment of your hair, you lifted your dress above your ankles, and walked down the stairway by yourself. The walls were calmly lit with candles.

You could hear ongoing chatter of people inside of the ballroom, eagerness emitting from the crowd. Dread snaked your stomach as you saw Adrian Pucey stood infront of the doorway, awaiting your arrival. You could sense his feeling from a mile away — his expression reeked terribly of discomfort as you approached. It wasn’t one sided, either.

“Please, let us get this over with,” He said, a laugh slightly escaping from his lips. “I only waited so I could confirm I wouldn’t get stood up.”

“You and me both don’t want this, Pucey.” You said, your gaze softening onto him. “You can separate yourself from me until the dance.”

“Then.. I’ll be off.” His eyes flickered to your dress and then your face. He raised his hand to wave, as he cautiously backed away.

Your vision followed his figure stray from you as you were alone, yet again.

You stood alone, mindless in front of the doorway. But you couldn’t stay forever.

You walk towards the stairs that led you down to the ballroom, scanning the room for the one you had anticipated seeing all evening. And there he was, laughing away, a glass held delicate in his pale hand. His arm snaked around Astoria’s back as he pulled her closer, gifting her his pearly smile that you dreamt he would, one day, give you.

The music pounded in your ears as you watched your steps. The insecurity you felt was major despite the attention you wanted from him had focused elsewhere.

“You look beautiful,” Susan Bones, a friend of yours, whispered to you as she leant in. “Did you go with Pucey?”

“Yes.” You replied, hiding your disappointment. “He’s elsewhere.”

“He should really be with you..” Susan said as she sipped her lemonade. “It’s unfair.”

You shook your head. “Actually, it was me.”

“You want to be by yourself? But why?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Because the one I wanted to ask has sadly not complied. So I’m here miserable.” You joked, even though you were upset too.

She softly tapped your shoulder. “There, there.”

You watched the crowd meddle and blend together. The band blared their music loudly through their instruments before it was time for Professor McGonagall to officially announce the dance, the one you had been fearing. The thoughts of Adrian Pucey’s hands on your waist made you grimace so severely that you even debated with yourself to pull out. But you were brave, and you were going to put your problems of jealousy and unrequited love aside for the moment. You didn’t want to ruin this for him either, after all. It would be so selfish.

A tap on a glass turned the people silent as the dance commenced. First, the Tri-Wizard champions poured onto the dancefloor first, demonstrating their first dance. You could only watch in awe at the way Cedric Diggory admired Cho Chang, envy bleeding through you like ink. No matter, no matter…

Now, you needed to focus on dancing. And not ruining your partners night.

Pucey awkwardly walked up to you, stood infront of you like a narrow stick. You grinned comfortably as you let him take your waist, directing you through the dance as Bonnie Raitt played on the large gramophone.

You didn’t actually feel too uncomfortable. That didn’t mean you enjoyed it.

Every so often, your gaze directed helplessly to the bobbing head of the blonde twirling his ‘missus’ elegantly with grace. Even the way she danced was beautiful.

You could hold in the tears, sure you can. But how long would it be until you’d finally break?

You also noticed Adrian becoming just as detached. Was he also thinking of someone else?

After the official dance had ended, it was time to really celebrate. Many people split from their counterpart and decided to create smaller clustered groups, dancing away to the music. Romantic ballads, pop, rock, and disco were echoing from the gramophone.

You sat hunched by yourself, a glass of punch cupped in your palm.

You looked up and saw Malfoy there, as if he was spotlighted. And he was looking at you. But not with the usual, condescending gaze that he always did. It appeared more desperate, and more sad. More remorseful, and more guilty.

You were absorbed into his vision.

Your longing for him grew immensely the more your eyes locked together. He could sense the love you held for him, and he didn’t know what to do with it. He was torn between a feeling of love or guilt. There was no obvious answer to him. And he didn’t know what to make of it. Was he ashamed? Or was he also longing for you?

His gaze was soft on you. You couldn’t help but relish in it. Finally, the one shard of attention he had shed on you tonight.

But when he looked away, it was like the connection between you in that moment that had pulled you together, suddenly snapped.

Astoria seemed like a wonder to him.

The way his eyes lit when he saw her agonised you the most. The way he only looked at you with neutrality or negativity provoked it even more.

Because in the end, you knew there was an obvious choice for him, no matter how much you fed your beliefs that there was a chance.

☆

ILL MAKE A PART FOURR because i want a happy ending so bad im telling you :((

[yeonboy]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 ♡ choi yeonjun // mlist.

After facing disappointment with love for years upon years, you have chosen to replace romance with dance in your life, dedicating your entire time to this dance academy you’re employed at. It’s not that you hate men now, you just don’t expect to fall for them anymore because all they do is break your heart. And then Choi Yeonjun enters your life as a new recruit at the academy – sweet, adorable, soft spoken, kind and younger than you. He is everything you have never found attractive in a guy before. But somehow, you're helplessly spiraling for him.

❧ choi yeonjun x f. reader | 16+ | smau ♡ comedy ♡ angst ♡ strangers to friends to lovers!au ♡ dance academy!au ♡ 98-liner!reader ♡ dancer!reader ♡ dancer!yeonjun ♡ slow burn.

❧ warnings! profanity, an ABUNDANCE of suggestive jokes, mentions of people's sex lives (or lack thereof), death & murder threats as jokes, some of the characters being assholes for no reason, reader being a commitment phobe, a lot of pining, a ton of miscommunication (hehe ofc <3), misunderstandings, unnecessary heartbreaks + more will be added as the series progresses!

❧ featuring! all of txt | jimin & jungkook (bts) | sakura & kazuha (le sserafim) | yeji & ryujin (itzy) | keeho (p1harmony) | somi (soloist, ex i.o.i).

❧ playlist! trampoline - zayn & shaed ║ easy - camila cabello ║ lavender haze - taylor swift ♪

❧ status! 23.04.23 ⇢ tba. | on-going | bi-weekly updates

notes! heyyy, guys! yes, rya smau era 2k23 hehe! i had this idea for a very angsty fic where an older reader has feelings for a younger yeonjun but can't accept it bec he's not her "type"... but when i tried to write it, it got soooo sad and heavy soooo fast that i had to give up 😭 SO! i reckoned why not attempt to do an smau w a lighter version of this concept??? let's hope this turns out okay (:

pls be kind! the last time i wrote an smau was in 2018 so my creativity's got rust in every crevice (': but constructive criticism + suggestions are more than welcome! 🫶

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00. intro ║ 01. more nepotism hires ║ 02. grandpa and grandma ║ 03. break a leg (but not yours) [written: 1k] ║ 04. do you like flowers ║ 05. ✨aRtTtT✨ ║ 06. let the boy feel a woman's touch ║ 07. support system ║ 08. liking people we can't have ║ 09. it IS weird ║ 10. ‼ trouble ‼ ║ 11. connecting some big ass dots ║ 12. it's a work in progress ║ 13. dance crush ║ 14. enemies to lovers ║ 15. ohhh my god i'm so stupid ║ 16. at least that’s how it began ║ 17. we're no sidehoe material ❌ ║ 18. jealousy wasn't on my bingo card ║ 19. pesky little feelings ║ 20. why do i know so much ║ 21. it should've been me ║ 22. an overthinker AND a dumbass ║ 23. everything is a mess [written: 500] ║ 24. sum chamgo love dive it is [written: 1k] || 25. feels like a funeral in here ║ 26. let's all act surprised || 27. must start breathing into a bag ║ 28. IDK DUDE IM NERVOUS ║ 29. i wasn't jumping I SLIPPED ║ 30. wdym denial ║ [tba]

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[lightasthesun]

Dialogue Prompts (Taylor's Version)

1♪ “You are the best thing that's ever been mine.”

2♪ “I will never leave you alone.”

3♪ “I'm captivated by you, like a fireworks show.”

4♪ “How's life? Tell me how's your family?”

5♪ “I'm sorry for that night.”

6♪ “Run away now.”

7♪ “Run as fast as you can.”

8♪ “They are the lucky ones.”

9♪ “Have we met?”

10♪ “Who do you love?”

11♪ “Remember this moment?”

12♪ “Remember this feeling.”

13♪ “Life makes love look hard.”

14♪ “I love you. I loved you from the very first day.”

15♪ “Meet me tonight.”

16♪ “You are not the exception.”

17♪ “I can't stop thinking about you and I.”

18♪ “I'm setting you free.”

19♪ “It's gonna be alright.”

20♪ “It's in the past.”

21♪ “Heaven can't help me now.”

22♪ “No one has to know what we do.”

23♪ “Are you insane?”

24♪ “It's been a long six months.”

25♪ “You're my best friend.”

26♪ “It might blow up in your pretty face.”

27♪ “Come here.”

28♪ “I said 'I love you', you say nothing back.”

29♪ “I knew it all along.”

30♪ “How'd we end up on the floor anyway?”

31♪ “She's laughing up at us from hell.”

32♪ “I don't remember.”

33♪ “The end is coming.”

34♪ “You should be doing more.”

35♪ “You have to trust more freely.”

35♪ “Love is a lie.”

36♪ “It's time now, let go.”

37♪ “This is it. I've had enough.”

38♪ “I swear I'm gonna change.”

39♪ “I still love you.”

40♪ “It's been you all along.”

41♪ “I need you.”

42♪ “Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change.”

43♪ “I'm sorry, too.”

44♪ “Don't get attached.”

45♪ “Everybody knows that.”

46♪ “Why?!”

47♪ “Go out and have some fun.”

48♪ “Why did you let her go?”

49♪ “It's not just a phase I'm in.”

50♪ “Believe in one thing, I won't go away.”

51♪ “I'll wait for you.”

52♪ “Do you know how much I miss you.”

53♪ “All's well that ends well.”

54♪ “Fuck the Patriarchy.”

55♪ “It's supposed to be fun turning 21.”

56♪ “I keep waiting for you but you never come.”

57♪ “I don't know what to think.”

58♪ “You look beautiful tonight.”

59♪ “Forever and always.”

60♪ “I'm in love with you.”

61♪ “There's nothing you can say.”

62♪ “Too late.”

63♪ “Did you ever think of me?”

64♪ “We're still friends.”

65♪ “Take my hand.”

66♪ “I think he did it.”

67♪ “They all want to be you.”

68♪ “What's a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge and you were too polite to leave me?”

69♪ “Dancing is a dangerous game.”

70♪ “I survived.”

71♪ “What a sad sight.”

72♪ “Yes.”

73♪ “Who knows what could've been.”

74♪ “Are you sure?”

75♪ “This is me trying.”

76♪ “Fuck you forever.”

77♪ “Sir, I think he's bleeding out.”

78♪ “Doc, I think she's crashing out.”

79♪ “Get in, let's drive.”

80♪ “I'd die for you in secret.”

81♪ “Give me a reason.”

82♪ “Im fine.”

83♪ “I love you (ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?)”

84♪ “Where we gonna go?”

85♪ “I rent a place on Cornelia Street.”

86♪ “I don't know.”

87♪ “I'd die for you.”

88♪ “Damn, it's 7am.”

89♪ “Are you ready for it?”

90♪ “Don't thrown away a good thing.”

91♪ “You're gorgeous.”

92♪ “Go, go, go!”

93♪ “That's a lie.”

94♪ “Does he know?”

95♪ “Get your shit together.”

96♪ “Nothing is gonna change.”

97♪ “You made us proud.”

98♪ “Don't leave me here alone.”

99♪ “I know you don't.”

100♪ “We always walked a very thin line.”

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

No Son Of Mine • Jesus He Knows Me • Driving The Last Spike • I Can't Dance • Never A Time • Dreaming While You Sleep • Tell Me Why • Living Forever • Hold On My Heart • Way Of The World • Since I Lost You • Fading Lights

Spotify ♪ YouTube

[lutiaslayton]

Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

ＰＡＲＴ　０１

〚ＦＩＲＳＴ〛〚ＰＲＥＶ〛〚ＮＥＸＴ〛

Disclaimer: This is a fan-translation for the Japan-exclusive novellisation of the movie Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva. The original novel was written by Aya Matsui under the supervision of Akihiro Hino, and belongs to Level-5.

This translation only aims to be a pleasant read for non-Japanese fans, nothing more: I made a few deliberate changes while translating in order to get the writing style closer to what is usually found in English fanfictions, as the Japanese storytelling can sometimes be different than what we are used to.

♪

As we rise out of the sea The stars’ glimmers sing praises This soul remains close to your heart

As the sunlight filtering through the foliage sparkles The forest’s raindrops sing praises These eyes shall sleep and watch over your dreams

Count the lives that sank at the bottom of the sea We believe that someday This prayer will reach you

Now let the eternal slumber alone prevail The tears of the beloved Dissolve into the sea

Beyond a thousand nights If the day ever comes When you smile once more We will never cry again

Beyond a thousand nights Watch in our dream The day we meet again As we sing this song

Believe in the promise Beyond the far-off time We will see your smile again

As you stand in the future when the skies intersect You must let our thoughts guide you back to that day

We will never run out of the tears That are destined to none but you We lie asleep dreaming of you

We shall now sleep Always thinking of you Our beloved...

♪

── London・Present

☆ Janice Quatlane

The sound of thunderous applause brought me back to reality.

This was just a rehearsal for tomorrow’s performance…

I could now remember that I was on the stage of the newly built opera house in London. And yet, I still found myself thinking: “The sea that was just now spread out before me, where did it go?”

The azure blue sea softly embraces the island of Ambrosia, the gentle waves lapping at the shore…

“Miss Quatlane, what a wonderful voice!”

“This fabled opera, The Eternal Kingdom… Nothing could be more fitting for the inauguration of this opera house!”

“Oh yes, I can already see the audience going wild!”

“They had better be! Tomorrow will mark the second time it was ever performed!”

The impresarios seemed to be praising me, but their voices were all drowned out by the sound of the waves that were still echoing in the depths of my heart.

Swoosh… Whoosh… Always thinking of our beloved Eternally dancing to and fro between sea and land

Looking at the sea was like looking at myself, wandering back and forth between dream and reality…

“The memories of the melody…”

All I could do was mumble these words. Standing here, after the end of the song, made me realise… There was something that I had carefully buried inside of me, out of my sight, never to look back. But now, the melody of The Eternal Diva was the key that had just unlocked it: the memories from three years ago.

Memories that were made not of images, but of feelings and emotions…

Joy, sadness, sorrow, pain… I want to see you, I yearn to see you, I languish without you, I want to see you…

These thoughts and feelings all came back to me in a single instant, and they pierced through my entire being. I was almost crushed by this tsunami of emotions, leading me to reconsider my previous decision. Was it really a good idea for me to sing The Eternal Kingdom tomorrow, in front of a live audience?

I could not believe that these memories were still occupying so much space in my mind, even after all this time…

It was a selfish request of me, but the composer, Mr. Oswald Whistler, had graciously accepted to let me sing it again. The reply in his letter was filled with such warm words:

Miss Quatlane… No, I will call you Janice, just like old times. How long have I waited for the time when you would ask! I know what you said three years ago; that you wanted to seal The Eternal Kingdom forever… Still, even from that very moment, I had been hoping to see your role as its diva rise again one day. I understand how much pain and grief it caused you at that time. But Janice, you must never forget that I wrote this opera for you, and you alone. To me, music is the most sacred thing in this world. No matter how foolish and fragile the human heart may be, only music will never burn its wings and fall alongside it. I am with you, Janice. You are an angel chosen by the muses. Please, by all means, I want you to embrace the whole of London with your great love as the diva. It truly is a pity. I would already be rushing over to the opera house and supporting you if I could, but we both know that reality will not make this possible. 　　　　　　　　With all my love, 　　　　　　　　　　　Oswald Whistler

When his letter said that this opera had been written only for me, of course I believed him. I already knew this was true.

Thinking of his words again made me understand: this was a piece that I needed to carry on singing, again and again, for as long as I would be able to. This was my fate.

However, one important thing that few could know, was that this opera never was mine. This, too, was fate.

I only sing for you.

Can you hear it, Melina?

My best friend…

I’m coming back tomorrow, to see you.

All I can do now is keep hoping, thinking back to that time three years ago, when we spent time with Professor Layton…

　↚　　　　　　　⇛

[milky-aeons]

— HE’S MINE

౨ৎ . . . general CHUUYA NAKAHARA was a name that instilled terror into even the most seasoned underground criminals. but to you, he was simply your man.

warnings: swearing, criminal themes, pet-names, w.c 1.6k

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ he's mine — mahalia ꒱ ˎˊ-

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍. . .

Chuuya Nakahara was not immune to the pleasures being one of the five Port Mafia Executives brought him. Oftentimes, he was in attendance at the lavish cabaret clubs downtown, if only to entertain a criminal boss the organisation sought business with. He appreciated beauty. He'd enjoy the heated looks, the coyness, as he flirted with many women — and, sometimes, booked a hotel room just for two.

But that was where they had ended; tristes, nights of pleasure, never to happen again. Chuuya was, at first, against the idea of getting involved in a permanent relationship. His life was drenched in danger, his hands bloodied, his friends few and far between. Any woman who affiliated themselves with him would share the target that was constantly nailed into his back. They would need to know that some nights, he wouldn't come home. That he couldn't answer every call. In his eyes, Chuuya Nakahara was confident he would be the absolute shitiest of the shit when it came to being a boyfriend, and refused to put any woman through that type of hell.

That was, of course, until he fell in love. With you.

It was a constant push and pull with his feelings for you, in the beginning. But the longer he decided to neglect them, the larger they became, ballooning into an avalanche until he was knee deep in it. In so many ways, you were beautiful. You had an infectious smile, you had strong morals you abided and lived by. You were kind and caring and loyal — but above everything else, you accepted him for who he was. You didn't try to change him. Instead, you stood by his side, you took that hand he always kept hidden by a leather glove, and said;

"You have me, Chuuya. I'm not going anywhere. Forever and always, I am yours, and you are mine."

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘. . .

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who threw his entire heart and soul into his job. Being a Port Mafia Executive on top of a militant General would wear down even a soul crafted from steel. You could always tell when your mafioso lover had been pushing himself too hard; his shoulders would sit high and tense, he'd have permanent stress lines on his forehead just above bunched eyebrows. In those moments, you would guide him to the nearest chair and instruct him to sit down. You would work your fingers into his tight muscles until they softened and released, only to let your fingers dance up to his temples, rubbing soothing circles.

"Got a meeting to get to in 10, princess." He'd drawl, yet his eyes would slip closed, he'd sigh in a way that deflated his entire body when you began to massage his forehead. You'd smile, whispering, "Then make it 20."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who sometimes became cross with him whenever Chuuya took you shopping. He was forever spoiling you, would always insist on paying for the meal, the dress you were looking at for a little too long in the storefront window, the fourteen karat gold necklace sitting on some model in a glossy magazine. And when you went clothes shopping — you'd tease him, telling him that he never, ever helped in the dressing rooms, whatsoever.

"What about this one?" "Beautiful, sweetheart." "Okay — this one? I think it sits on me a little weird." "You look gorgeous." "And this one?" "The prettiest girl I've ever seen." "You are absolutely no help at all." "What do ya mean? It's not my fault you look damn good in everything."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who had many long and trying missions, yet no matter the length of time he would be gone for, would always find a way to tell you he was thinking of you. Sometimes, it would be in the form of little letters delivered by his rookie underlings to your apartment door. Others; surprise text messages, a two minute phone call in the middle of a gunfight, an extravagant take-out meal brought to your doorstep when you've had a particularly bad day. But your favourite had always been the evening when he brought you flowers. Not just any flowers — but a luscious bouquet of roses he had lifted right to your bedroom window through the action of his ability.

"You're unbelievable!" You shouted down to him, barely able to hold the massive bundle when he released the gravitational hold on them. Chuuya smirked up at you. "And I missed ya, too."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who oftentimes, booked entire days off just so he could spend them with you. He was a dignified workaholic, that was certain, but he would always make sure to clear the books for you. On those days, he was at your mercy — you were free to do anything your heart desired, and he would not protest. He would take you to see that awful romcom your friends had been raving about, he would curl up on your couch and let you pet his wildfire hair, he'd take you walking along the skyline if you so wished. For on those days, Chuuya was not a brutal mafia general so used to death and destruction. He was just a man, he was yours.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who loved when Chuuya brought you with him on those long night-time motorcycle rides. The city of Yokohama never slept. It was always humming with life, just like the engine as it purred throughout the city. You would wrap your arms around his slim waist and bury into his back, relishing in the strength he housed. His comforting scent of cigarettes and leather and expensive fougere.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who adored music. Who always had something playing whenever you would spend time in his mafia lodging. When he would unscrew a precious bottle of wine from his prized stash and pour you a glass, he'd murmur the words to whatever track it was. He knew them all. And oftentimes, after a drink or two, he'd drag you to your feet and waltz around the room, holding you impossibly close. Until your ears swam with dizziness and your chest hurt from laughing. Until the sun dipped low beyond the horizon of Yokohama and you both danced the night away.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀, who took quite some time to unveil that vulnerable side to you. It was instinct really, for him to mask any of his insecurities and doubts — weaknesses for his dangerous enemies to exploit. His heart took time to learn that you were not one of those enemies. And like a hesitant flower, it opened for you, piece by piece. The feared General would bury into your chest and let you hold him when nightmares kept sleep at bay. He'd ask you to stay when he wasn't ready for you to go, yet. Word by word, he'd divulge some of the deepest fears he held in his heart concerning you — covering his face, spitting them out, like they left a vile taste in his mouth.

"I just — I can't stop thinking about it. The shit those motherfuckers would do to you if they knew — if they knew how much you mean to me. Fuck — Fuck, I don't know what I'd do. If I'd even be a human being after it, princess, I'd — I'd—!" In those moments, you came rushing forward, you clutched his head into your embrace to steady him. Let him breathe you in, feel the air moving in your lungs and blood pumping from your heart. "Shh, shh, Chuuya. It's okay. They'll never get me. I promise. I'll make sure of it."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who made a pledge to accept your boyfriend for who he was. To know that within that stout build housed a terrifying god of destruction. And you, who was always there for him when he tapped into that power and used Corruption. In the days following those instances, you would never dare leave his side. You would watch his chest rise and fall, rise and fall, as he slept for hours at a time. Dabbed at his sweating face, brought bowls of nourishing broth and fed him one spoonful at a time until he gathered his strength back. Lucidity would drift back to him like that of a tidal wave. And in those moments, he'd focus his heart-breaking blue eyes on you. He'd quirk a tired grin and croak;

"You really... keep savin' my ass, ya know that? I'm such a fuckin' mess, baby, I'm sorry."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would smile, who would hold back the emotional rush behind your glassy eyes and say;

"You're not a mess, Chuuya. You're beautiful. You're the light of my life. Now, hush, get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

requested by lovely [ nonnie! ]

[theautisticwriter]

Yandere! Crows X G/N Reader/ Yandere! Wylan Van Eck X G/N Reader

Characters- Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar, Jesper Fahey, WYLAN VAN ECK

Show- Shadow And Bone

Genre- yandere, romantic, polyamorous

Summary- you'd recently moved to Ketterdam, and unbeknownst to you, caught the attention of some crows. or in other words, your first interaction with each crow.

Warnings- Yandere tendencies, mentions of stalking, Wylan getting robbed (let me know if I've missed anything)

Word count- 1.5k

Extra notes- Due to how long each characters introduction is, I've split this into multiple parts, you can find the links to each crows interaction with the reader here. The links will be added as each part is uploaded.

This is a part of a series I will be doing about the crows as yanderes, it is a polyamorous series. I suggest following the order for the introductions so it makes more sense. This series will have its own section on my shadow and bone masterlist, everything else I write about these characters will be seperate to this story unless it is under that section.

I have only seen the show, I am currently reading the first shadow and bone book, so be aware that my knowledge on the characters is currently limited to what is shown in the show and the few spoilers I have for the books.

Jesper Fahey(2) Nina Zenik(3) Kaz Brekker(4) Inej Ghafa(5) Matthias Helvar(6)

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♪Wylan Van Eck♪

A delicate tune danced in the crisp night air, adding a much welcomed soundtrack for the people passing by. Skilled fingers danced around a flute as a scruffy young boy serenaded the almost empty streets of Ketterdam. The wind snapped at his pale skin almost viciously, as if telling him to go home, but he couldn't. Not yet, at least. It was his turn to watch you.

As wrong as that sounded, there was nothing sinister going on, no no, he couldn't even see you right now. But you were just around the corner in the other street, gathering the last few items you needed from the market place, and this was Ketterdam. He couldn't leave you completely alone, that would be dangerous. He hoped that this song (that he'd written just for you) would make the end of your day soothing and calm, that the lulled tone of it would keep your forever busy mind at peace, even for a mere moment.

Caught up in his own head, a head filled with thoughts of you and his crows, he failed to recognise the two men coming towards him. When he finally did acknowledge them, they loomed over his scrunched up form, a menacing aura surrounding them. His song stopped, and so did you.

You paused for just a moment when your ears failed to pick up the addictive melody. You guessed the person playing the little ditty was packing up for the night, it was late after all. Your lips slipped into a soft frown as you realised you'd have to continue in silence, what a shame, it was a really nice song.

As you got back to flickering your eyes across all the objects in front of you, you heard a grunt of pain and a soft whimper coming from the street next to you. You paused again, suddenly alert to every little noise around you. The middle aged man behind the stall that you had been browsing sighed at the familiar noise and shook his head. "Poor lad." He grumbled quietly, playing with his pocket watch absentmindedly. You turned to him, eyebrows furrowed in concern, "What's going on?" You whispered, voice barely audible. You didn't want to attract any unwanted attention.

He looked up at you and then nodded his head to where the noises continued to come from. "Flutist, always gets his money taken. Not much of a fighter, scrawny little kid." The man informed you, and your frown deepened. People were so cruel.

Your body tensed as a slam could be heard, followed by more pained noises, though they were being muffled by the sound of wicked laughter. Your chest tightened, you knew you couldn't help. You weren't much of a fighter yourself, but maybe, maybe once they left you could do something?

"Is it alright if I come back tomorrow? I- I don't really feel ready to make a decision on what to buy yet." You told the man, and he grunted in response, nodding his head. You gave him a small, but bright smile as you nodded back at him and began slowly making your way to the corner separating you from the crime. The laughter had disappeared, so you took this as a sign of safety.

You peeped your head around the corner, eyes locking on the shivering figure on the floor. Your heart cried at the sight, he looked so..disappointed? In himself, maybe. He held his flute tightly, knelt over the now empty case and you stepped towards him cautiously.

"Hello?" You spoke out softly, hoping to not startle him. His head shot up to look at you, and his mouth was slacked open at the sight of you. His eyes widened and breath stolen. Him. You were looking at him. He'd seen your eyes so many times, you'd looked at other people, you'd looked at the ground, you'd looked at buildings and items you might have liked to purchase, you'd looked at flowers and bees and all sorts of things. And now you were looking at him.

"Are you alright?" Talking, you were talking to him now too. He quickly scrambled to get up, holding his flute tightly to his hammering chest. He was practically screaming in his head to get a hold of himself. "Uh- I- uh- y-yes! Yes I am- I'm alright." A small, breathless laugh left his lips on the last word and he cursed himself for sounding so pathetic in front of you.

You moved towards him, and he stood still, frozen in place as you stood much closer to him now. The street lamps painted your face with a golden glow, your eyes shining in the light. "Are you hurt?" You asked with concern, you didn't exactly know what to say to the boy, so you thought keeping it simple would be the best way forward.

"No no- I'm. I'm used to, that happening." The words left his lips faster than he could process them, his eyes unsure of where to look. He could stare into yours for hours, but he felt embarrassed, therefore they occasionally flickered to the side, then back to your welcoming gaze. You frowned once more at the statement. "How much did they take?" You asked pointing to the worn case on the ground. His eyes followed your finger and he racked his brain to try and remember the exact number of kruge that had been taken.

"5 kruge, I think." He answered honestly, he didn't often get left tips or anything of the sort. In response, your hands rummaged into your bag that lay hanging at your side and you pulled out 5 kruge. It was a rash decision, yes, but you couldn't leave him with nothing. He'd earned that money, he had something that those fools didn't. Talent.

"Here, take this." You said placing the kruge into his shaking hands. At first, Wylan didn't process what you'd given him, focused on the warmth that flooded his body as your fingers touched his palm for less than a second. But then, his eyes fixed onto the tiny circles in his hand and his head raised at such a speed you were surprised he didn't get dazed.

"Oh, no I can't take this. You, you need this more than I do." He scrambled to find the words as he attempted to shove the money back at you, his flute tucked in his arm. Your hands wrapped themselves around his and his desperate attempt to give you the money back stopped. He looked at you, hastily gulping down an uncomfortable amount of saliva. "Please, it's the least I can do for you. You earned that money, and I won't let you go home without it. You have talent, your songs are beautiful and they deserve to be heard and rewarded. So please, just take the money." You spoke reassuringly, still clasping his hands so he couldn't give you the kruge back.

Wylan breathed slowly, his chest going up and down at a steady pace despite his heart pounding so hard he thought it might shoot out of his body. You, you were too kind for this place. Ketterdam was filthy, crawling with liars and abusers, assaulters and murderers, tricksters and conmen and you were in the thick of it with your heart of gold. He had to protect you, he had to. He would.

His thumb carefully lifted itself over your index finger, rubbing it slightly in thanks. "You have no idea what this means to me, please- let me walk you home. It's the least I can do in return." He offered, well, more like begged. "I would like that." You smiled at him, and he smiled back, a sheepish one, but a one filled with a happiness he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm Wylan." He spoke as your hands left his, the cold air kidnapping the warmth you'd given him. "Well Wylan, I'm y/n." You held your hand out for an official greeting, and Wylan grabbed it immediately. "It's lovely to meet you."

Wylan left like he'd met you so many times before, lurking in the shadows, watching you as his lips made music with his beloved instrument. But this, this time you had met him.

"It's lovely to meet you too."

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[myreygn]

Hi Rey!!! I miss you 💞

For the ask thing, would it be alright for you to do Mitsuri and Shinobu with number 11 or 5?

If no, then please decline this! I don't want you to do it if you are uncomfortable ofc

koku hi!! :D so nice to hear from you, i hope the universe is being good to you ♡♡ thank you sm for the ask, this is my shinomitsu premiere and i hope i did them justice- it be kinda angsty tho so beware~

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5. Things you didnʼt say at all

Shinobu likes watching Mitsuri sit by the bridge. Thereʼs a spot right next to it where the sun reflects off the water in a way that makes the light dance and watching it dance around Mitsuri is the most beautiful sight in the world. If it were possible, Shinobu would stop time right in this moment to look at it forever. I want to look at you every second for the rest of my life, Mitsuri.

She doesnʼt say that though.

“You look very happy.”

She really does and deep down, Shinobu is not sure if she wants to find out why. But of course she does. This is her best friend. If sheʼs happy about something and wants to share, Shinobu would listen to everything she had to say and then some. Thatʼs what you do for your best friend when you love her so much that you feel like your heart will break out of your chest to merge with hers. Physically impossible, yet metaphorically impeccable. If only it wasnʼt so true.

“Obanai asked me to go stargazing with him! Isnʼt that wonderful?”

Itʼs awful, actually. Horrific, even. Iguro doesnʼt care about stars or gazing at them. He probably canʼt even see them that well. Shinobu feels bad for having this thought immediately after she had it, but it doesnʼt change the fact that this thing that makes Mitsuri so happy is the worst thing that has happened today, or this week, or ever. If anyone should go stargazing with Mitsuri, it should be Shinobu. I want to be the one to make your eyes shine like this, Mitsuri.

She doesnʼt say that though.

“Thatʼs incredible! Are you excited?”

Stupid, stupid question. Of course Mitsuri is excited, everything about her is screaming amazement. And why wouldnʼt she be excited? The person she has loved for the past two years asked her to go stargazing and coming from that particular person, that is almost a marriage proposal. And Shinobu is here, acting just as excited when the person she has loved for the past three years has been asked to go stargazing by someone else.

Itʼs not the worst thing in the world and she knows that, but then why does it make her feel a little dead on the inside? Like nothing really matters right now, except for Mitsuri and her smile. Shinobu could look at that smile forever and if she could go back in time to five seconds ago and stop the world right then and there, back to when she could pretend that smile was meant just for her, she would. Wouldnʼt. Mitsuri is excited about this, she would never ruin it. She would never prevent this from happening if it makes Mitsuri so happy, even though itʼs wrong. Even though it should be us, Mitsuri.

She doesnʼt say that though.

Even though I love you, Mitsuri.

She would never.

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[send a number]

[hoshibatake]

FREEDOM – Epilogue

Previous chapter

<Several days later. On a set based on the fictitious city “FREEDOM”>

Subaru: Whoa…! It looks a lot more like FREEDOM than I thought it would!

Subaru: You can even actually play games in the arcade. That’s amazing. It’s just like the real thing☆

Mao: FREEDOM is a virtual city, so calling it “the real thing” is a bit confusing.

Mao: But this really is amazing. This place looks just like what we saw on our screens.

Hokuto: I agree. Although it’s just a set, so it's not as big as that virtual world…

Hokuto: But even if it’s just the central area, it makes me happy to see it recreated in such detail.

Makoto: Yeah. This area is especially packed with our “love”¹, after all.

Makoto: Anzu-chan, you asked Tenshouin-senpai to let us film a music video in FREEDOM, right? Thanks for doing that for us♪

Subaru: ...Oh～? Among the project’s business partners, there was a production company that you knew, so you got them to help you with a proposal?

Subaru: So FREEDOM thanks its existence to the network you’ve built up, huh?

Subaru: That’s our Anzu! Ms. President～♪

Hokuto: What is it, Anzu?

Hokuto: …“I didn’t do anything”? Don’t say that.

Hokuto: You handed FREEDOM over to us, and let us develop it freely from the start until the end. You must have thought about correcting our unskilled attempts multiple times.

Hokuto: But instead, you watched over us as we learned, didn’t you?

Hokuto: Not because you didn’t want to guide us, but because you believed that we could do it. I’m grateful for that.

Mao: Yeah. And you even casually conjured up this extra job of filming a music video.

Mao: Our miniature city of FREEDOM, which was only known by a couple of people, will be appreciated all over the world because of this new song.

Mao: In other words, we’ll be able to show our fans what we’re like in this new year. We get to show them our “love”.

Mao: As usual, you’re an impressively competent producer, Anzu.

Mao: ...Alright. It looks like everything’s ready, so let’s start filming♪

Hokuto&Mao: “♪～♪～♪”

Mao: ...But this sure was a strange job offer. Building a city and all that.

Hokuto: Indeed. But it was fun. This isn’t something just anyone gets to experience in their daily life.

Mao: True. I’d love to try out lots of other new things this year.

Mao: Normal things like the stuff other idols do just don’t fit us as well♪

Hokuto: When we just met, all you wanted was to live in peace. It seems as if you’ve been thoroughly corrupted too, huh?

Mao: Ahaha, you might be right. I still prefer peaceful times, but goofing off with you guys is just so much fun.

Mao: At this point I’m fully immersed in Trickstar...♪

Subaru: “♪～♪～♪”

Subaru: After we’re done filming, this set will be torn down, right?

Subaru: I wanna keep singing and dancing here forever. I wanna stay in this world for as long as I can!

Subaru: Maybe I should mess up my dance moves on purpose, so we’ll have no choice but to do more takes～♪

Makoto: Ahaha. You’ll cause trouble for the staff if you do that.

Makoto: If we finish early, they might allow us to explore the city at our leisure. Let’s do our best and make a great music video♪

Makoto: “♪～♪～♪”

Makoto: Akehoshi-kun, can I reminisce about the distant past with you for a bit?

Subaru: The distant past? The time when you were a baby?

Makoto: Ahaha, not that distant. About when I became “Yuuki Makoto” the idol.

Makoto: Do you remember the Venus Cup²? It was before we even formed Trickstar.

Subaru: Yeah. That was the DreFes we participated in during our first year, right?

Makoto: That’s the one. At that time I had more time on my hands than I knew what to do with. The only reason I even attended the Venus Cup was to balance the number of representatives from each class.

Makoto: I was just another nameless idol, one of a countless number at Yumenosaki.

Makoto: But back then… in that venue where most of the seats were empty, you called out to me.

Makoto: “Let’s sing together”, you said. You told me I wasn’t all alone up on that stage.

Makoto: (When I was a model, I was always alone.)

Makoto: (...No. I “didn’t exist”. I just played the role that was expected of me. I was empty inside.)

Makoto: (I enrolled at Yumenosaki because I didn’t want to be like that anymore.)

Makoto: ...That’s the moment I became an idol.

Makoto: By telling me “let’s do our best together!”, you breathed life into me.

Makoto: Although you might have forgotten about that moment.

Subaru: Ahaha, I remember! How could I forget?

Subaru: We stood shoulder to shoulder and sang like friends. Just like this, woo...♪

Makoto: W-Whoa! Akehoshi-kun, let go of me. This way we’ll have to redo the take.

Subaru: Ahaha! It’s okay, the camera is focused on Sari～ and Hokke～ right now☆

Subaru: ...That day there was almost no one who bothered to watch us, but now we have loads of fans.

Subaru: All those people are proof that we’ve been doing things right all along.

Subaru: That’s exactly why I feel like we’re unstoppable as long as we’re with the four of us! If we work extra hard, we might even be able to perform in the unexplored expanse of space one day☆

Subaru: There’s no bigger joy than working towards a shared goal with your friends, don’t you agree, Ukki～♪?

Makoto: Yeah… I think so too.

Makoto: In the past I didn’t believe in myself. Even after I got into a school for idols, I didn’t have a clue what to do.

Makoto: I was gathering dust like a shelf full of unplayed games.

Makoto: But then I met the others, and we formed Trickstar. I became myself… I became free.

Makoto: Sometimes I still get frustrated because I feel incompetent, but…

Makoto: ...as long as I get to sing and laugh with the others like I am right now, I’m incredibly happy.

Makoto: I’m so glad I decided to become an idol...♪

Makoto: “♪～♪～♪”

TL notes:

Every time any of the characters talks about “love” in quotes in this chapter, it was the word 『好き』“suki” in quotes in Japanese. Suki can mean love or like (love for objects, hobbies, people, etc.), and it can also be used in the sense of “the way I like/want”. I interpreted it like this: they were talking about their “suki” in many senses of the word. So things that they enjoy, people they love, the way in which they express their love/enthusiasm, as well as having the freedom to do what they like.

The story that describes the events surrounding the Venus Cup in more detail is “Rocket Start”.

Translated by me, proofread by Altea (@icaruswasthesun on Twitter)

Big thanks to Altea for proofreading all of my work, and thank you for reading!