#They dance their dance forever ♪

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⋆˚࿔ love languages

the main forms of love languages the mha boys show toward you and how!

— includes : kirishima, kaminari, sero, & shinsou (in that order)

　𓂃　♪　𓈒 cw; f!reader strongly implied, feminine compliments used, established relationship, baby, girlfriend, my girl used, fluff fluff fluff, denkis is a little suggestive

𓂃　★　𓈒　a/n: this is like my head canons but in drabble format hehe! sorry shinsou's is short i'm still trying to figure out his charater ;(

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima - shows his love by overwhelming you with care

acts of service

eijiro's main love language is absolutely 100% doing acts of service for you all the time.

he’s holding the door open for you one second and running to pull out your seat the next, grinning like a dork.

he doesn’t want you to lift a single finger doing something that he can do for you.

it’s the small things: picking up the mail, buying your favorite snacks, giving you neck messages, taking out the trash, carrying you from one room to another when you don’t wanna get up.

he thinks you’re the best therefore you deserve the best.

he feels like SUCH a man when he can fix something for you.

words of affirmation

eiji also really loves to receive words of affirmation

even after fighting in a war, eijiro still feels himself having a low esteem.

though your encouraging words mean so much to him. you make him feel like he’s a capable hero. you spend hours in bed tangled up together. you hold him as you tell him how amazing he is. how he’s a strong hero, a great person, the perfect partner.

he’d get overwhelmed and cries as you shower him with love. just knowing that you think so highly of him makes him feel worthy. you definitely healed the little middle school kirishima in his heart.

eijiro might as well be a package deal because he is also amazing at giving words of affirmation. the most supportive boyfriend you could ever find.

goes in the mall dressing room with you to see you try on new outfits, he's paying (ofc). “i love that color on you baby.”

don’t even get me started with him dressing you.. flushing your shoulders with kissing as he fixes the strap of your top, every touch making you feel euphoric.

kneeling down to put your shoes on, kissing along your leg as he does. “so beautiful.” he praises the ground you walk on.

when eijiro notices that you’re doing good with work he makes sure to let you know! two big thumbs on the side of his face “doing amazing, beautiful!” and makes kissy faces towards you.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari - shows his love by never letting you go (literally)

physical touch

you and denki are constantly found with your hands, legs, (or both) tangled together.

chilling with bakusqaud? feet are kicking each other from across the couch. studying a case file? nope, denki can’t focus until his head is in your lap. completely drunk and dancing at a party? denki’s pressed up against you with his hand ghosting over your ass, letting everyone know you didn’t come here alone.

there’s not a single second of the day when his hands don’t snake their way onto your waist or lower hip, doesn’t matter if you're at home, work, or anywhere else.

because of his touchy tendencies, you two are always showing pda and he loves it.

denki SWEARS he’s trying his best to be respectful in public, but he can’t help but get addicted to the look on other guys faces when they see you leaning up to kiss him. hes so so proud that you choose to be with him.

but don’t be fooled by the lust! denki can be romantic too; though he's forever a dork.

he likes poking at ur sides when he’s teasing you. he kisses your face over and over again when you’re annoyed (until you smile a little).

gift giving

poor denki could be dirt broke, but when you come out of the dressing room wearing a top that perfectly hugs your figure his mouth drops, and his money goes poof.

“it’s so good, let’s get it yeah?” (hes gonna cry to his empty wallet when he gets home)

this prompts a lot of shopping dates which leads to a LOT of matching accessories. matching hats, hoodies, jewelry.

he has a ring with your initial on it he never takes off.

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denki has u as his lock screen and gives you (his phone) a kiss every morning he can’t sleep by your side.

would tweet: “just fell down to my knees in a walmart parking lot cus my girlfriend hasn’t texted back it been 30 mintues what do i do 💔”

has you and him as his profile picture on instagram and has a highlight of you titled: “my wife (BACK OFF)”

⋆˚࿔ h.sero - shows his love by showing you off

physical touch

he grew up with parents who never left the honeymoon phase, so he knows what it’s like to feel so much love and he knows how to show it. (he also grew up with two younger sisters and an older sister and they made sure he knew the standard!)

so hanta is a romantic confirmed!!

he’ll buy you a big bouquet of flowers. buys you gifts, even for small anniversaries/celebrations. slow dances with you in your living room. prepares a warm bath for you when you're stressed.

and although he’s more mature than denki, hanta still pretty immature. so, he’ll jump at you any opportunity to get his hands on you.

hanta loves when you two are hanging out with friends, sitting on bakugos couch, and he has the chance to wrap his arm around the top of the couch. he possessively hovers his hand over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him whenever someone looks your way.

hanta is taller than you and always uses this to his advantage. squeezing your face when you look up at him. leaning down to give you kisses. holding your side to guide you through crowds.

occasionally, you’ll let him pick you up from your armpits like a cat and dangle you. you don’t know why he likes this; he just does.

words of affirmation

now one of hanta's best qualities is definitely his confidence and the way he talks to you confirms that.

he reassures you without even meaning to. hanta can tell when your down and easily finds the perfect comment that makes your cheeks flush pink and your dopamine levels boost. “look at that,” he practically purrs when you finish an assignment “done already cariño? making me look bad.” he laughs, not caring who hears him.

(quick mention that he also loves to make you laugh; he prides himself in it actually)

showing you off, showing you off, showing you off. everyone knows who the pro-hero cellophane is dating, it's hard not to.

“yeah that’s my girl.” he says it stern, with a smirk on his face. it drives you INSANE.

⋆˚࿔ shinsou - shows his love by keeping you around

quailty time

it took a while for hitoshi to open up but when he did it was overwhelming for him. he thought wouldn’t be able to express his love for you. he soon realized just being in your presence was enough.

you love spending quality time with hitoshi. it doesn’t matter what you're doing, he wants to be there. doing chores together, planning your monthly schedules together, talking walks together.

hitoshi loves to hear you talk and learn more about you but he just loves to hear you laugh.

he likes teasing you like there’s no tomorrow with stupid jokes and stupider insults just to see you laugh over and over again.

physical touch

but once hitoshi gets comfortable, once he gets confident: he also gets cocky and handsy.

comes up to you and whispers in your ear, “come on, can you do it for me, baby?”

favorite cuddle positions is spooning and honestly doesn’t mind whose big or little spoon.

he holds you by the waist as he looks up with you with those eyes.

hitoshi is a jealous guy. he knows you’re fun to be around, he knows you have friends, and he knows it’s wrong to think this, but he hates not being with you.

but he also knows that when you get home, you’ll lay in his arms again and it’ll be alright so he’s patient until he can hold you again.

holding you from behind when you’re leaving to go out with coworkers. he’s kissing your cheek, “‘m gonna miss you. be safe,” gripping onto you like there’s no tomorrow.

once hitoshi learns to love you he never lets you go.

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he found that he likes to share his clothes with you and finds it funny that you practically drown in his hoodies.

when you give his hoodie back, he puts it on and smiles as the smell of your perfume fills merges into his skin.

[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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groupchat: RANDOM GROUPCHAT

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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.”

[wolfpackenthusiast]

Hiii!!! SO I really hope that you get to write mine!!! I want to request a Jacob x f!reader, in which the reader is a famous ballet dancer, and while in the preparation of one of her biggest nights, jacob proposes. So this makes the reader super busy with dance practices, shows, and wedding preparations, and one night at Emily's (obviously the whole pack is there), she has a breakdown since all the stress got to her.

I really hope you get to write this please. Thank you in advance ☺️ 🫶

Overwhelming Grace

♡ Paring : Jacob Black x f!reader

☆ Summary: The most special events of your life are also the most stressful and overwhelming.

☀︎ Warnings: not proofread

♪ A/N: HII!! Im back dears! I’m safe from the fire and i’m gonna start writing again! Though, i’m still gonna be a bit busy with school but i’ll get to your requests asap keep sending!!

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Sitting down on a bench in your dressing room, you put on your ballet shoes getting ready for practice, you had a big performance coming up and today was another day of practice. Letting out a sigh, you turn over to your boyfriend, the one and only Jacob Black.

“You’ll still be here once i’m done, right?” You asked, earning a nod from him, “course,” he said, taking a seat next to you on the bench, pulling you into a side hug, “you’ll do great, you always do.” He encouraged, you always appreciated him and what he’s done for you.

“I got a surprise foe you when you get back, so don’r be long,” Jacob said, ruffling your hair a tiny but as you giggled, “okay, i won’t, see you.” You said, giving him a quick peck on the lips before you were off to practice.

Once you finished changing back, you left your dressing room, looking for Jacob, “Jake?” You called our, walking around the studio, looking in the places he usually goes to while you’re up on stage,

He wouldn’t have left, right? You thought, walking outside, opening the exit door to the studio, you see Jacob, on one knee. “Jake?..” you breathed, was he doing what you thought he was doing, “Y/n, you’ve made me the happiest man alive ever since we met, you’ve been the light if my life and i want to spend forever with you, so..”

“I’m asking you to marry me.” He spoke sincerely as he pulled out a Saphire ring with a wolf cressant, representing loyalty and faithfulness. You gasped.

“Jacob.. are you…” you were speechless, your hand covering your mouth as you stared down at him, your gaze moving from him to thw ring constantly.

“Of course i’m serious,” he said, practically reading your thoughts, “do you think i would’ve bought this ring if I wasn’t?” He asked, you, knowing the obvious answer, “No..”

“So, what’s your answer?” He askwd eagerly, he was never one with patience, everyone knew that. You stayed silent for a moment, before caving, “my answer is.. yes!!” You said, Jacob, standing up on both legs, pulled you into his arms, holding you tight as you rocked back and forth slowly, his face in your hair.

“Thank gosh, I was so worried you’d say no..” he murmured in a relieved tone, rubbing your back. “Why would I?” You asked, rhetorical question.

He chuckled, pulling back just a bit, grabbing your hand and sliding the ring on your finger, before pulling you into a kiss.

Ever since then, you’ve been quadruple booked every single day, stuck practicing for the performance and wedding preparations, you barely even saw Jacob anymore, and things were getting stressful. You two had planned the wedding to be a few days after your performance, so you had about a month left to plan.

Stepping into Emily’s house and shutting the door behind you, you let out an exhausted sigh, this is one of the few times you get to relax and hang out with your 2nd family.

“Hey, Y/n!” Emily spoke up, heading over to you excitedly, “when’re we going dress shopping?” She asked, you had picked her to be your maid of honor, since she’s practically your sister. “Uhm.. i don’t know yet, ‘m sorry.” You said softly, putting a hand on your forehead, of course, you couldn’t escape the questions and planning for the wedding. “I’m just so busy.” You explained, Emily’s eyes softening, “it’s okay, Y/n, take all the time you need.” She said comfortingly.

She held her arms out for a hug, which you immediately took, then it all slipped out, tears started to drop as you hugged Emily tight, “Em, it’s so much.. I can’t relax at all..” you spoke softly through your sobs, your voice cracking as you hugged her tight. “Oh, dear..” she murmured worryingly, setting you down on the couch, the boys were on patrol, but they’d definitely be back soon.

Emily sat you down on the coach as she say down beside you, pulling you ibto another comforting hug as you sobbed, “let it all out hun, i’m here.” She spoke comfortingly as she rubbed your back. “I..I can’t.. I need a break..” you murmured, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Take one, have you thought of postpone the wedding?” Emily asked, “no, no i can’t.. we’ve done so much..” you started, not wanting to finish, but Emily got the point, “it’ll be okay, everyone will understand your predicament, it’s supposed to be your special day.” She reasoned, then, the boys came in.

They were rowdy as ever, but when they saw the situation, the room went quiet, with the exception of a few whispers. Jacob was the first one to ask, rushing to your side, “hey, what happened??” He asked worryingly, you pulled away from Emily, facing him, you wiped your eyes with the back of your arm, “nothing bf.. i-it’s nothing… i’m just.. overwhelmed..” you murmured softly.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight as you buried your face in his chest, “i’m sorry, Y/n/n, i know it’s a lot, i should’ve proposed later,” He said, “i didn’t mean to make you this overwhelmed with everything,” he said, blaming himself for your current situation.

“No.. i-it’s okay, ‘m just not used to being this busy and i need to adjust.. it’s not your fault..” you reassured during your sobs. “I’ll be okay.. jus’ need to calm down..” you said, trying not to worry him.

“No, it’s clearly too much for you, i’ve never seen you this stressed and overwhelmed before. You’re taking a break tomorrow.” He said softly, yet firmly. Looking up at him, “what?” You spoke, confused.

“You need a day to relax, it’ll be tomorrow.” He said, caressing your cheek, “I- don’t know if I can do that.. Jake,” you said, “you are going to, tomorrow you don’t have practice and i’ll let someone else take care of your wedding duties for the day.” He said, you knew how stubborn he was, so there was no changing his mind.

You let out a defeated sigh, “okay okay..” you said, honestly relieved, you did indeed need a break. “Good,” he said, kissing your forehead before he hugged you tighter.

When you had your break day, it was the best, Jacob was there the whole day, making sure you were pampered and relaxing at all times, free from your responsibilities, even when the day ended, you felt refreshed and ready to start working again.

When time came, the Performance went smoothly, and so is the wedding.

“I love you,” You spoke, “really, i’m so glad i’n your imprint.” You spoke sincerely, he gave you a smitten smile, “i love you more, Y/n Black.” He said as the priest announced he can kiss the bride, he dipped you low and you both shared a deep, romantic kiss, the best day of your life, indeed.

But with fortune comes hard times.

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♯ Word count: 1168

[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 ￬

[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?)

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

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]

PHOTOGRAPH

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🙏🙏!

(pepe's version)²¹

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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.

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

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

˗ˏˋ ♬⋆.˚ ― RAYLLUM ♪⋆

★ I, Carrion (Icarian) - Hozier you have me floatin' like a feather on the sea // while you're as heavy as the world // that you hold your hands beneath // once i had wondered what was holdin' up the ground // but i can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down

Moonlight - Grace VanderWaal remember last year when you told me // to always stay here and never leave me // the light from your eyes made it feel like // we were dancing in the moonlight

Talk Too Much - COIN you know i talk too much // honey, come put your lips on mine // and shut me up

★ Down Bad - Taylor Swift i'll build you a fort on some planet // where they can all understand it // how dare you think it's romantic // leaving me safe and stranded // 'cause fuck it, i was in love // so fuck you if i can't have us

Someone to Stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic you were alone, left out in the cold // clinging to the ruin of your broken home // too lost and hurting to carry your load // we all need someone to hold

★ Forever With Me - Conan Gray but who am i to blame? // i broke your heart the same // but i ain't sorry // i wouldn't change a thing // but it'll take a lifetime to get better // i ain't sorry // though i should probably be // i think i'm gonna love you // you're forever with me

I Was an Island - John-Allison Weiss i was a fighter and i was so brave // but i lowered my sword when you held me and swore // you'd stay, stay, stay

Wonderland - Taylor Swift didn't they tell us "don't rush into things"? // didn't you flash your green eyes at me? // didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire Cat smile? // ooh, didn't it all seem new and exciting? // i felt your arms twisting around me // it's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind

Talk to Me - Cavetown you don't have to be a hero to save the world // it doesn't make you a narcissist to love yourself // it feels like nothing is easy, it'll never be // that's alright, let it out, talk to me

Habits - Genevieve Stokes you go and i stay // it's always right person and wrong way // i hate to be right, please, tell me i'm wrong // please, tell me i'm wrong // 'cause it's on again, off again // love you like oxygen // you don't know what i'd do for you

★ BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Billie Eilish birds of a feather, we should stick together, i know // i said i'd never think i wasn't better alone // can't change the weather, might not be forever // but if it's forever, it's even better

Take Me to the River (I Will Swim) - Alex Yurkiv + Thelma Costolo i'm in the river, its rising // for you i'm all in // my soul is bursting with praises, deep within // your presence overwhelms me, It cleanses my soul // oh how you saved me and changed me, make your glory known

This Love - Taylor Swift your kiss, my cheek // i watched you leave // your smile, my ghost // i fell to my knees // when you're young, you just run // but you come back to what you need

Adore You - Harry Styles you don't have to say you love me // you don't have to say nothing // you don't have to say you're mine // honey // i'd walk through fire for you // just let me adore you

★ The Great War - Taylor Swift my hand was the one you reached for // all throughout the Great War // always remember // uh-huh, tears on the letter // i vowed not to cry anymore // if we survived the Great War

Scared of the Dark - BoyWithUke don't you tell me you're fine // i can tell when you're lying // caught you slipping on ice // but your heart is on fire // 'cause i notice your scars ... 'cause i'm scared of the dark // can we skip to the part // where you fall in my arms // and you tell me you're tired?

Peter - Taylor Swift and i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn // as the men masqueraded, i hoped you'd return // with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you'd learned // 'cause love's never lost when perspective is earned

★ Over the Moon - Penelope Scott and on god, i love you // i'll keep you here with me // if i have to fight every devil in hell // then i'll run out of blood to bleed // before i lose you

Dummy - The Regrettes i know i'm a dummy but // you love me either way // maybe you're the dummy // 'cause you say you wanna stay

So High School - Taylor Swift are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? // it's just a game, but really // i'm bettin' on all three for us two

At The Cemetery - Madilyn Mei + cloudkissed i have something to tell you // just promise me one thing // i have something to tell you // promise you won't scream ... would it be better if we never // met each other, never stayed together? // would you stick around with all that you know?

★ Nothing Matters - The Last Dinner Party even when the cold comes crashing through // i'm putting all my bets on you // i hope they never understand us // i put my heart inside your palms // my home in your arms // now we know nothing matters

Cosmic Love - Florence & The Machine i took the stars from my eyes and then i made a map // and knew that somehow i could find my way back // then i heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too // so i stayed in the darkness with you

anything - Adrianne Lenker weren't we the stars in heaven? // weren't we the salt in the sea? // dragon in the new warm mountain // didn't you believe in me? // yeah, you held me the whole way through // when i couldn't say the words like you

You Get Me So High - The Neighbourhood wish i didn't doubt it // i wish i never ever told you all about it // but i just had to let you know // i never meant to hurt you though ... used to stick together // you're my best friend, i'll love you forever

Sharpest Tool - Sabrina Carpenter we were going right, then you took a left // left me with a lot of shit to second guess // guess i'll waste another year on wondering if // if that was casual, then i'm an idiot // i'm looking for an answer in between the lines // lying to yourself if you think we're fine // you're confused and i'm upset // but we never talk about it

★ No One Noticed - The Marías come on, don't leave me it can't be that easy, babe // if you believe me i guess i'll get on a plane // fly to your city excited to see your face // hold me, console me and then I'll leave without a trace

Strange - Celeste isn't it strange // how people can change // from strangers to friends // friends into lovers // and strangers again?

Jackie and Wilson - Hozier happy to lie back watch it burn and rust // we tried the world, good god, it wasn't for us // she's gonna save me, call me "baby" // run her hands through my hair // she'll know me crazy, soothe me daily // better yet, she wouldn't care ... we'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson // raise 'em on rhythm and blues

★ From Me, The Moon - Lav two years and you still look the same // wide blinking eyes look at me the same way // do my lips take you back to June? // do my lips make you miss me, too? // tell me if the years are all gone // is the moon still in love with the sun? // do you still keep counting my sins? // will your heart ever forgive my skin?

[elliones-pdf]

cruise director!dr3 x vacationer!reader

♪ cruising is made for love / fic: daniel ricciardo

| ahh omg!! first fic 🥹 i had a dream about this last night, and i couldn’t stop thinking about it, so i wrote this drabble. hope you all enjoy it!

cruise director!daniel, who you meet on the first night of your vacation. your best friend forces you to go to one of the ice skating shows she booked (to your chagrin), and you were regretting it…until you saw him. the biggest smile on his face, brown eyes alight with obvious excitement and love for his job. you were suddenly grateful to be sitting in the front row, especially when he turned his attention to you and made small talk with you for a few minutes before the show began. after every joke he makes, he looks at you to see your reaction. you notice, and blush ferociously as your best friend jabs you with a very pointy elbow.

cruise director!daniel, who takes a seat next to you, ignoring the fact that he had more work to complete and choosing your company instead. he gives you a casual wink at the end of the show, right before he disappears into the thick crowds, making your stomach erupt with butterflies.

cruise director!daniel, whose personality was so magnetic it made it impossible to think of anything else. you scanned the itinerary with a blatant fervor, looking for any events he might make an appearance for. the third day in to your vacation, you see him lounging about at the pool, his curly hair blown back by the wind and chestnut eyes obscured by white frames. you sucked in a breath, gathering your courage, and walked up to him. his grin grows even larger when he recognizes you. “couldn’t stay away for long, could you?”

cruise director!daniel, who offers to give you an exclusive, private tour of the cruise ship. “only the best for my favorite guest,” he jokes, making your face flush crimson. throughout the tour, you see how courteous he is with everyone, knowing everybody’s names and asking how they’re doing. it makes you like him even more.

cruise director!daniel, who finds you on the dance floor on the fifth night: formal night. he’s dressed up in a black-and-white-tux, fancier clothes than you had ever seen him wear. his eyes rove over you, scanning you from head-to-toe. for the rest of the night, he never strays far from your side. his usually friendly brown eyes glint black, warning any other potential partner to stay far, far away from you.

cruise director!daniel, who blows you a kiss goodbye from the middle deck when you disembark from your cruise. you catch it and wave back to him, suddenly emotional over the loss of his presence – even if you had only known each other for a single week. it was definitely one you’d remember forever.

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[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.

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*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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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

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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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[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! ]

[dreamauri]

I love your work so much and I hope that you would write something with the vibe of 'flawless' by neighborhood, like I'm talking deep angst, so you can feel the love and passion between reader and max (if you want to choose different driver it's okay) I'm asking you bc i live this song and I LOVE your work and I feel only you can write a one shot that's so angst and filled with passion love end hurt. I hope this makes sense English isn't my first language

♪ — 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗪𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 max verstappen x fem! reader (angst) fic summary . . . when you finally get to call max yours, the relationship enters its honeymoon stage where you do your best to keep the love new. but when the honeymoon ends, max sees his feelings in true light. and despite knowing that the love you both desperately hold onto will be the very thing that tears you apart, max stays as things grow dificult.

( main master list | more of max verstappen ) ( requests )

The morning sun filters through the blinds, casting soft, golden light over the room. You stir slightly, curling into Max's chest like you've done a million times before, your hands playing absentmindedly with the strands of his hair. He’s still asleep, his breathing even, and in moments like these, you feel like the luckiest person alive. You’ve been with Max for so long now that his heartbeat feels like home, steady and constant beneath your fingertips.

Max is everything you could’ve ever wanted—he’s kind, and attentive, and he makes you feel like the only person in the world when you’re together. It’s the way he pulls you into his lap at every opportunity, his hands resting on your waist like they were made to hold you. He’s always there, always making sure you’re happy. You smile to yourself, brushing a soft kiss against his jaw.

“I love you,” you whisper, though you don’t expect a response. You’ve said it a thousand times before, and Max has always been quick to return it. Always.

Max shifts in his sleep, pulling you closer, but something in his face, the furrow of his brow, hints at something else—a tension that’s been growing lately, but you’re too in love to notice.

★ ☆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Max wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you two walk through the paddock. It’s the middle of a race weekend, and even though it’s loud, crowded, and hectic, none of it matters when Max is next to you. You’re so in love with him, it physically hurts sometimes. You don’t want to spend a single second away from him, and the idea of spending the rest of your life together feels inevitable.

If the world could crumble around him and he’d still choose to have you in his lap. Your giggle dances through the air as you press your forehead against his, fingers gently weaving through his hair. There’s a softness in the way you look at him, like you’ve placed all your trust, love, and happiness in his hands. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to carry all that without breaking something.

You nuzzle into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Can we stay like this forever?" you ask, your voice playful.

Max laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Yeah, forever," he mutters, but his words lack the usual warmth. You don’t notice. You’re too wrapped up in the way his lips felt against your skin, in the way his hand squeezes your hip like he’s grounding himself with you.

What you don’t see is the slight wince, the way Max’s jaw clenches as if he’s keeping something from you. He’s got that feeling again—the one that twists his stomach into knots. The one that tells him you’re not the one for him. But how can that be? You’re flawless, perfect even. The way you look at him, the way you love him so fiercely—it’s everything he ever thought he wanted.

You nuzzle closer, eyes fluttering shut as you rest your head on his shoulder. His friends are laughing, talking about something—he's not paying attention. All he cares about is how perfectly you fit against him, your body so warm and trusting, like you’re made for him. Max presses a kiss to the top of your head, lips lingering there longer than usual. Maybe, just maybe, if he holds you a little tighter, he can silence that twisted feeling in his gut.

But there’s this nagging in the back of his mind, a thought he’s been trying to ignore for weeks now: What if I don’t feel the same?

★ ☆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The night is a blur of lights, drinks, and laughter. Max has won the race, and you’re both riding the high of celebration in a random club, his hand permanent around your waist, pulling you close if he feels you take a step in any direction. Everyone’s congratulating him, and he looks so happy, so alive. You can’t stop grinning, your hands laced together as if you’re trying to prove to everyone around that he’s yours, and you’re his.

By the time you make it back to the hotel, you’re both drunk, heavily drunk, bodies tangled on the bed. Max has his head buried in your neck, and you’re giggling softly, your fingers running through his hair like always. He returns the favour, his fingers starting to messily attempt to braid littlr strands of your hair.

“I love you so much,” you slur, tears suddenly welling in your eyes. You’re drunk and emotional, and your heart feels so full. Too full. “Max, you . . . you better not leave me. I can’t—” You choke on your words, your voice breaking. “I love you so much it hurts. Please don’t leave.”

Max freezes, his heart hammering in his chest. He pulls you closer, his arms tightening around you as if he can shield you from the truth, from the thoughts running rampant in his mind. He doesn’t want to hurt you. God, he can’t hurt you. You’ve never been anything but perfect, flawless, like a porcelain doll that could shatter at the slightest wrong touch.

“Why would you ever think that? I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbles into your neck, pressing his lips to your skin. “I’m right here.”

But even as he says it, that twisted feeling returns. He knows he’s lying. He doesn’t know how to stop the inevitable, doesn’t know how to let go of something that feels like it should be perfectt, should be his forever, but isn’t.

★ ☆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

It’s strange being at a race without you. You had something come up, and for the first time in a long while, Max is alone. Well, not alone—the team is there, the media, the fans. But it’s different. It’s quieter without your presence next to him, without your hand in his or your soft laughter filling the gaps in his day. A bad quiet. A very very bad, awful quiet.

And it’s in that quiet that Max begins to think. Really think.

Max doesn’t like this quiet. 

He doesn’t like to think

He’s sitting in his motorhome, staring out the window, the remnants of a conversation buzzing around in his head. For so long, he’s pushed aside the doubts, the growing discomfort in his chest. He’s ignored the way his stomach twists every time you talk about forever, about marriage, about building a life together.

Max had always wanted those things—marriage, love, a future with someone who made him feel whole. And you . . . you should be that person. You love him more than anything, he knows that. He can see it in the way you look at him, the way you touch him like you’re afraid he’ll disappear. You deserve so much, so so much.

But today, sitting here, miles away from you, Max lets himself see the things he’s been blind to. The little flaws. The way your love feels too intense, too suffocating at times. The way he’s lost parts of himself in trying to make you happy, to keep you in the dark about how he really feels.

He thought you were flawless. And you are flawless, in so many ways. But love isn’t about perfection, and he’s starting to see the cracks in your relationship. Cracks he’s been too afraid to confront.

★ ☆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

When Max comes back home, you’re waiting for him, as always. You throw yourself into his arms, kissing him like you haven’t seen him in years, and for a moment, everything feels right again. But it doesn’t last. There’s a distance now, one that you can’t quite put your finger on but feel all the same.

Max tries to act like nothing’s changed, but you know him too well. You can see it in the way he holds you, in the way his eyes flicker with something you can’t place.

“Are you okay?” you ask one night, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “You’ve seemed . . . different lately.”

Max swallows, his throat tight. He could tell you the truth right now, could finally say the words that have been clawing at his insides for weeks. But when he looks down at you, at your wide, hopeful eyes, he falters. He can’t do it. Not yet.

“I’m fine,” he promises, lying, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Just tired.”

But you don’t buy it, and the longer he waits, the more it’s going to hurt when the truth finally comes out.

★ ☆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Weeks pass, and Max can’t avoid it any longer. The love you share—the love that once felt so perfect, so right—has become a weight on his chest, suffocating him with every passing day.

One night, as you sit curled up on the couch together, Max takes a deep breath. His hand tightens around yours, and you can feel the tension radiating from him.

“I need to talk to you,” he says quietly, his voice barely a whisper.

Your heart drops. You know what’s coming, even before he says the words.

“I love you, Yn. I really do. But . . .” His voice cracks, and he looks away, unable to meet your gaze. “I don’t think I’m the one for you.”

The silence that follows is deafening. You can feel your heart shatter, break, piece by piece, as the words sink in. This is what you were afraid of. This is the pain you didn’t want to feel.

But even through the tears, through the heartbreak, you hold onto him, one last time.

“I love you,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “Please don’t go. Please don’t do this”

But this time, Max doesn’t pull you closer.

“Don’t you dare do this, Max.”

And he listens. And he listens like a coward, pulling you close and holding your head in his chest, pressing kisses to your head and whispering apologies, whispering “i don’t know why i ever thought of ever living without you.”

tis request has officially been in my inbox for a year 🥲👍 i think it deserves to be written after all that patience

[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!