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[mintypsii]

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[trashytracktales]

Hey! Please do a lando x ex!reader. They break up after a lot of arguments due to being away from each other so much and then they meet a few months later and hook up. Like angst in the beginning then lots of smut.

If it’s meant to fall apart | LN⁴

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── I was actually planning to write something similar for so long. Thank you for the request and I hope you like it 🤍

💔 summary ──── Surprisingly, months apart haven’t dulled the connection between them. After a night of passion and honesty on both sides, maybe there is a future where they can make all the right decisions, after all.

💔 pairing ──── Lando Norris x ex!reader

💔 rating ──── explicit

💔 category ──── F/M

💔 warnings ──── +18, mature/sexual content, lots of angst & back-and-forth, fluff & smut, teasing, praising, explicit language, unprotected sex, mention of alcohol and drinking, swearing, not the healthiest relationship I’ve ever written tbh (the toxicity is implicit though), overstimulation, pussy-drunk Lando, Max F. & Ethan aka FEEFA cameo.

💔 word count ──── 10.6k (Thank you to everyone who voted on this poll I posted the other day, I didn’t expect to see so many 🥺).

💔 date ──── Nov. 27, 2024

SHE'S NOT ENTIRELY sure how long they’ve been dancing, but she hasn't finished her drink yet. Time feels like an illusion, blurring the edges of her vision with every new rhythm of the night. For the first time in months, she feels a little lighter, her friends’ energy pulling her out of her own head — and apartment, where she locked herself in after the break-up.

The club is packed tonight, bodies pressed together in a sea of drunken, sweaty chaos. Neon lights bounce off every surface, painting the room in vivid purples, blues, and pinks. It's not usually her style — not anymore — but she figured it won't hurt to let lose for a couple of hours.

It’s only when she steps away from the dance floor, her feet hurting and her head buzzing, that she spots him.

Why tonight, of all nights?

Why here, of all places?

Why him, of all people?

He’s leaning casually against the bar, a glass in hand, chatting with a few familiar faces. Faces that she can't help but miss.

She stopped talking to Max — well, Max stopped talking to her after ending things with Lando, too upset that she toyed with his best friend's heart for ‘no apparent reason’. Their friendship dissolved under pressure, fragile as a cheap plastic cup in the grip of sulfuric acid. But Max wasn't the only one who took it personally. That's why she needed to cut ties with everyone from her past. She needed new friends — her own friends —, she needed a new place and new clothes, and to rebrand herself from scratch. Which she did.

She thought she had made it through, but the past has its twisted ways of coming back when you least expect it.

Now, the sight of him, so vivid and real, makes her chest tighten.

She stops in place, hoping he doesn’t notice her, but then his eyes flick in her direction and, for a brief moment, neither of them blinks, the noise around them fading into a dull murmur.

He straightens slightly, his relaxed posture gone as his brows knit together. There’s something unreadable in his body language — surprise? Excitement? Confusion? Pain? She doesn’t know, but it mirrors the knot twisting in her stomach.

Her friends call out to her, pulling her attention briefly, and when she looks back, he’s still staring. Except now, he’s moving, weaving his way through the crowd toward her.

Oh, hell no.

Her heart starts to race, a mix of adrenaline and something far more complicated than fear, as she rushes to walk away; she's fought for far too long, and now her instinct is to fly as soon as she senses danger.

Unfortunately, she's not quick enough.

“Hey,” says Lando when he gets closer, his voice low but audible over the music.

Hearing him gives her goosebumps, hating the way her body is betraying her. It’s been months since she’s heard his voice, but it still hits her the same way: sharp and unrelenting.

She turns around, forcing a smile, “Hi, Lando,” she manages, her voice steadier than she feels, thinking she should try acting if she makes it out alive from this encounter.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks, his tone careful, yet extremely suggestive.

It makes her stomach twist again.

He used that line the very first night they met, his boyish grin lit by the dim, flickering lights of another club, in another city. Potentially another life, she's not sure. She remembers the way he had leaned in, so full of confidence and asked the same exact question with a mischievous glint in his eye.

It feels too deliberate now, too heavy with the weight of their past for her to ignore.

“All set,” she finally says, her voice quieter than she intended, as she raises her half-full glass in her hand. “Thanks.”

For a moment, it feels like they’re strangers meeting for the first time. Except they’re not, and their history is hanging heavily in the air between them.

Lando nods, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, “How about this, let me join you for that drink?”

She takes a look to where her friends are dancing, then she turns back to him, “I'm here with my friends.”

It's a pathetic excuse, she knows that. But she has no time to think of something else. Not when her brain is suddenly all scrambled and can't form a single coherent thought.

Lando frowns, disappointed, but not willing to give up that easy. “Come on, just a quick catch-up and then you can go back to your friends. Mine won't mind,” he shrugs, pointing at the bar, where the others are following their every move like a bunch of curious minions.

She catches Max lifting his glass in her direction, and Ethan, waving frantically.

Against her better judgment, she nods.

“Okay,” she murmurs, “Let's catch up,” she spits the words, sounding a bit too sarcastic. Still, it makes Lando smile.

His shoulders relax slightly, relief softening the tension in his body. He gestures toward a quieter corner of the club, away from the pounding bass and the sea of bodies. His first instinct was to take her hand in his, but since that's over the line, Lando keeps looking back, making sure she follows him. And she does. Like a naive, lost puppy that hasn't learned a single thing in the past five months, apparently.

The crowd surges around them, chaotic and loud, and before she can react, someone stumbles into her, their elbow catching her arm. As a result, she's thrown off balance, her feet slipping on the slick floor. Gasping, she's bracing for the inevitable fall that… never comes.

Lando’s hand shoots out, catching her waist and pulling her upright. His grip is firm, grounding, and suddenly she’s pressed against him, her chest brushing his.

“Careful,” says Lando, his lips close enough to her ear for the voice to cut through the noise.

The spot where he's touching her is burning her skin. She looks up, speaking with a hesitant smile, “Thanks, I'm good.”

The club around them fades away, and all she can feel is the warmth of his hand on her waist and the familiar scent of his cologne — a smell she used to know so well. It is almost intoxicating, and it makes her mouth water. She realizes that's what she was missing the most.

Lando smiles faintly, his hand slipping away as if he’s reluctant to let go. “Always got you.”

She doesn’t know how to respond to that, sensing the double meaning behind his affirmation. So, she nods and lets him guide her the rest of the way.

They find a small, semi-private booth near the exit, far enough from the main dance floor that the music dulls to a manageable volume. He gestures for her to sit first, then slides in across from her.

She fiddles with the edge of her glass, feeling his eyes on her.

“So,” she starts, leaning back against the booth, “You're here.”

Here, as in back home.

“For a week or so, yeah. Got a bit of a break between Brazil and Vegas.”

She nods, emptying the rest of her drink in one go, “How’ve you been?”

Lando shrugs slowly, “Alright. Busy with work and everything,” he trails off, his gaze dropping to her lips for a brief moment. “It’s not the same,” he continues, his smile fading away. “What about you, what have you been up to?”

She needs superhuman powers to stop herself from scoffing in his pretty face. It’s such a simple question, yet it feels loaded, heavy with all the things they haven’t said to each other in almost half a year.

“It's been… peaceful. I moved to another neighborhood. Kept busy, distracted.”

Lando hums, his expression unreadable for some reason. “Yeah, I get that. You look great, by the way,” he states it as a fact, his voice soft but unwavering.

She hesitates, then looks up at him, really looks at him. His face is the same and yet… not really. The boyishness is still there, but there’s a weariness in his eyes that's somehow new. Plus some facial hair she always begged him to try out. It tugs at something inside her, something she’s not sure she’s ready to face. Because it hurts. Because it annoys her. Because, after everything, she's still not over it.

“Cheers,” she replies, hoping he won't catch the blush in her cheeks. “I kind of hoped you would look like shit when I saw you again,” she admits. “You know, I'm talking no front teeth and severely balding. But, oh well. You too.”

Lando's smile widens, making everything infinitely worse for her.

He wears a black shirt that clings to his frame in a way that highlights the muscles in his arms. His black cap is pulled low, worn backwards in that signature way he always did, giving him that effortlessly cool vibe. His eyes are still the same, though. Dark, piercing, the same ones that could make her heart beat faster even after everything that’s happened.

“I thought about you a lot over these months, you know,” Lando finds himself saying, chewing on his lower lip.

She shoots him a surprised look.

As if, she thinks. His Instagram feed would say otherwise.

“You did?” she ends up asking, curiosity getting the best of her.

A hint of vulnerability creeps into his voice, “Of course. I've missed you.”

She laughs dryly, “But it's been good for us, right? We just established we both look great, no constant fighting, no slamming doors, no smashed phones…” she says, looking at him intently.

He can't sustain that for long, so he looks down at his shoes, slightly ashamed, remembering how bad it used to get when the distance between them felt too much to handle. He remembers the frustration, and the helplessness he felt when he couldn’t reach her, because he couldn’t make things right. He did smash his phone once, in a fit of anger, because he couldn’t get ahold of her for hours — not his proudest moment, that's for sure.

Lando swallows hard, “Yeah, it has been nice to have some distance. I guess it makes the heart grow fonder, right?”

“Hmm,” she hums, letting her eyes travel across the room, scanning random faces and wondering how life would be if she were someone else, “I don't know about that.”

She knows, in fact. But the words pause in her throat, too tangled up in memories. When he finally looks up, she's holding his gaze for just a beat longer than she should, and she wonders if he can feel it too — that familiar pull, like gravity, drawing them back together once again.

“I know—” Lando begins, not sure from which angle to approach. “I know it was the right choice at the time, but I can't help but wonder what things could have been if I'd fought harder for you.”

“Come on, Lando,” she laughs, unamused, giving her head a shake, “We would've ended up in another vicious circle, no matter what. It's always like that with us, isn't it?”

A part of him knows she's right. Still, “We'll never know.”

“Well, maybe it's better that way,” she manages, her voice lacking conviction.

“Or maybe it’s not,” he contradicts her, his words carrying a weight that presses on both of them. “You never think about us?”

Another sharp, dry laugh — it's either this, or she'll start crying. “I am actively trying not to,” she admits, her tone tinged with exasperation. “What’s the point, Lan? Thinking about what could’ve been won’t change what happened. You were always gone, and I couldn't spend my life following you around like a headless chicken. We had a good time, but it was never going to last,” she says the last part mostly as a reminder for herself. “Not in those circumstances.”

His jaw tightens. “You think it was easy for me? That it didn’t tear me up knowing I couldn’t be there for you the way you wanted me to?”

“I didn't say that,” her eyes snap to his, “We simply weren't working. We were too good at breaking each other.”

Lando leans back in his chair, frustration visible on his face. He hates that she's right, but it doesn’t stop the ache in his chest.

His jaw clenches, “I just… I don’t want to believe that’s all we were. Breaking each other.”

Her expression softens a little at his words, “Not all. But enough to make us miserable.”

For a while, the air between them feels heavier, the noise fading into the background. He wants to say something, anything, to counter her point, but all he can do is look at her and ask himself if they were, indeed, playing a losing game back then.

“Did you meet someone?” his question flies out of nowhere.

Lando looks at her with anticipation, sensing the hesitation.

“I did,” she replies, nodding slowly.

“And?”

She meets his eyes for a split second before looking away again, fixing her gaze somewhere on the table. “And we're happily married with twins on the way. What do you think? I just. Couldn’t.”

Lando's stomach drops, trying his best to remain calm, his hands clenching into fists. “You couldn’t what? Be with them?”

She shakes her head, her movements slow and deliberate, as if choosing her words carefully. “It was too soon.”

Her answer only leaves him with more questions. “So, what does that mean?”

“I don’t know what it means,” she rushes to say, her tone tinged with irritation. It’s clear she’s as unsure as he is, but that only makes it harder for Lando to process her reaction.

He runs a hand over his face, his exasperation bubbling to the surface. “I’m just trying to understand,” he says, his voice quieter but no less intense. “Because I've also tried.”

She looks directly at him now, her eyes narrowing slightly. “And?” she challenges in the same manner, her tone carrying just a hint of defiance.

“They weren't you,” says Lando, the truth of his statement hanging between them like a heavy anchor.

They remain silent after that.

She wants to ask him why — why he still cares, and why it hurts so much to be in the same space again after all they’ve been through. Nothing comes out, though; she already has the answer to that. They didn't break up because they stopped loving each other. They had both been too caught up in their own worlds to find any kind of balance. That broke them up.

He wants her to speak. He needs to hear her speak. To react. But when she says nothing in return, there is a brief second when he feels like giving up for good; he can't do anything if she's already made a decision. He knows how stubborn she is.

Lando nods to himself while getting up and start walking toward the exit, his thoughts all over the place.

The night air greets them with a quiet, cooling embrace as they step out of the club. Of course she follows, and she hates herself for that. But she can't help it — it's instinct. Like a magnetic force he's always had over her.

On the other hand, it's how they always communicated, through gestures and actions rather than words.

The soft click of her heels against the pavement gives Lando hope. He slows down so she can catch up, and then they walk side by side, without talking. The background noise of the city keeps them company, and by the time she decides to break the silence, he stops abruptly.

His voice sounds so small now, like a child asking his parents why can't he eat his chocolate bar before dinner.

“I know it feels so silly looking back,” says Lando, as though afraid to shatter the superficial peace between them. “We did so many things wrong, but I think we also did a lot of things right.”

She hesitates, her eyes dropping to the ground where a patch of light from a distant street light catches the edge of her shoe. Her arms fold tightly across her chest, while trying to look anywhere but at him.

“Yeah, breaking up was one of the right things,” she says thoughtfully, though her voice has a trace of bitterness behind it. “Before that, we tried so hard to make it work that we ended up burning each other alive.”

It's crazy how simple words can cause physical pain so quickly.

“Yet we're still here,” he reminds her. “Knowing what we know now, maybe we wouldn’t burn so fast this time. And isn’t it worth it, even if it only lasts for a little while? We were so happy at the start.”

That’s what he clings to. The laughter, the stolen moments, the way they fit together so effortlessly — she can’t argue with that. Their beginning was a beautiful dream, but it’s the nightmare that followed that keeps her guarded now, even though all she wants is to crack his ribcage open and slip inside him so they will never be apart again.

Her voice shakes as she tries her best to make him see her side, the memories spilling out like water breaking through a dam. “I had to put myself back together, Lando. Piece by piece. And I was all alone.” She forces herself to meet his gaze, finally, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “Turns out, our friends were actually your friends, and I had to go through the worst breakup of my life with no one by my side. I had to move, I had to build an entire life from pretty much nothing. And I had to do everything alone, because I didn’t just lose you. I lost everything the moment I made you the center of my universe.”

Her words knock the air out of his lungs, guilt clawing at his insides. “Look, I know I should have been there,” says Lando, his voice barely steady. “Fuck me. I wasn’t supposed to let you go in the first place, alright? I should’ve been a better boyfriend, and I should’ve fought harder to make it work, using what we had then. But you did fuck with my head, and I thought being away would help.”

The first tear spills down her cheek, and she wipes it away hastily, as if she could erase the vulnerability altogether.

“It did help,” she agrees. “I know I can live without it now.”

Lando freezes for a split second, then stepping dangerously closer to her. “So, you’ll be fine if we stay broken up?” he asks, his voice almost a whisper.

She nods, but it’s shaky. And when she takes a step back, trying to put distance between them, Lando decides he gave her enough space. Fuck that. He's not thinking anymore, not with his brain, at least. He closes the distance again, his hands finding her waist and pulling her close in one swift motion.

It’s impulsive, desperate even. But he doesn’t care. The moment he feels her presence in his personal space, the fire he’s tried to smother for months, roars back to life, more powerful than ever. And just like that, everything it's right again. The way her body fits against his, the familiarity of it all, makes his heart race in his chest.

“Stop being so fucking stubborn, baby,” he murmurs into her hair, his voice cracking under the weight of his own desperation. “Why can’t we at least try, hm? You told me it was too soon for someone else. Maybe it’s because it’s supposed to be me.”

Her breath catches at the sudden closeness, at the rawness of his voice. She's unsure of what to do with her hands, until they hover awkwardly by his shoulders.

“You're not fair,” she whispers, her voice slightly trembling. “You can’t just accidentally waltz back into my life and say things like that.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about being fair,” he says, his voice firm. “I just want us back. Simple as that.”

Her tears blur the edges of Lando's face when she tries to push him away, but his grip won't let her. Not this time.

“It's not that simple, and you know it,” she says. “We’ll only end up hurting each other again.”

“Then we hurt, so what?” he counters, his voice soft but sure. “At least we’ll know we tried until there wasn't anything worth fighting for. I'm not done with you, baby. Are you?”

Her hands finally move, trembling as they brush against his cheeks. They're not as soft as they use to be, his little facial hair scratching slightly at the pads of her fingers. The connection sends a jolt through them both as her touch lingers, trailing up to his hair. She pulls at his cap with both hands, placing it on her own head with a weak smile.

“It’s longer than you used to wear it,” she notices, her tears catching the street lights.

Lando’s heart clenches, managing to shoot a small smile in return, “I thought maybe I’d try growing it out. Do you like it?”

“I love it,” she admits as she tries to messily style his hair with her fingers. “It suits you.”

For a little while, they’re trapped in their own bubble. Her touch feels like home, and all Lando can think of is that he can't lose it again.

“I’m not asking you to decide now,” he finally says, his thumbs tracing soft circles on her waist. “I just need to know I’m not the only one still holding on.”

TWENTY MINUTES LATER, they're stumbling into her apartment. She knows it's reckless, and she's basically throwing away five months of progress, but it wasn't going to last, anyway.

Addictions are very hard to keep under control, especially when they have curly, dark hair and give you bed eyes.

“This way,” she says, her lips swollen from kissing all the way to her door.

Lando doesn’t have time to adjust, his head already spinning with hundreds of scenarios that fly tirelessly through his mind. However, the only thing that captivates him at the moment is her, and the way her fingers curl into the waistband of his jeans. She tugs him closer, her lips crashing onto his once again, their breaths blending in a frantic exchange of need and uncertainty.

He watches her fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, her movements clumsy but determined. His heart reaches his throat, swallowing hard, as his hands move from her waist to his belt, blindly unbuckling it before tossing it carelessly aside. The sound of leather hitting the floor barely registers over the erratic, overlapping rhythm of them kissing.

Then, he sees it. The spark in her eyes she used to have when she looked at him — it catches him off guard, giving him hope. He follows her as she moves slowly, her back toward the bed, her movements precise, like a cat's. She lies down, propping herself up on her elbows, while he takes cautious steps closer, his shirt hanging open to reveal his chest and toned abs.

But just as he leans forward, her high heel presses lightly against his chest, stopping him.

Lando freezes, his hands bracing on either side of her foot, tracing his palm up and down her leg, as his eyes dart up to meet hers.

“You can look,” she says, catching a glimpse of confusion in his eyes. “But for now, no touching.”

He frowns, clenching his jaw at her request. It would make sense for her to bring him to her place only to torture him, but she can't be that heartless. Right? The sight of her, stretched out on the bed with her foot holding him at bay, is almost too much to handle already.

“You're not fair,” he mutters under his breath, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I don't give a flying fuck about being fair,” she repeats his words from earlier, her foot staying firm against his chest.

The power is in her hands, and she's planning on using them properly tonight.

“No touching,” she repeats, determined.

Lando's hands fall at his sides.

Slowly, she slides her foot down, letting it drag across his chest, making a quick stop on his lower abdomen before settling on the bed. Her gaze locks onto his, a daring glint in her eyes as she spreads her legs, revealing the black lace panties. The dress she's wearing lifts up her thighs of its own accord, leaving Lando chocking on air for a brief moment. His lips part as she trails her fingers down her own body, teasing herself the way she’s done countless nights before.

Nights when he wasn’t there.

Nights when she was alone, chasing a high only his touch could give her.

“Wanna see how I got through five months without you?” she asks, her hands traveling way down, hooking her fingers to pull at the soft material.

His breath hitches, the sight of her undressing before him so painfully slowly making his chest ache with longing and guilt.

“I thought of you,” she continues, letting a small whimper out when the soft lace peels off with a little resistance from her already soaked pussy. “Your hands, your mouth… the way you sound when you're turned on,” she discards the panties at the foot of the bed, her breath catching in her throat as she glances at him through her lashes. “Such a delicious combination between your sleepy voice and that low octave you hit when you're drunk.”

Lando’s mouth goes dry, his hands twitching at his sides, itching to lean over and collect the material off the floor to stuff it into his pocket as a souvenir. He’s never felt so powerless and yet so utterly consumed by someone before.

“Will you let me?” she asks, her lips curving into a smile that’s equally wicked and vulnerable, “Show you?”

Her name leaves Lando’s lips in a protest while he takes an instinctive step forward, but she stops him with her foot once again. It’s a punishment, and he knows it. She’s showing him exactly what he missed, and exactly how she wanted him for so long.

Lando's breath is shallow, his chest rising and falling as he watches her. Helpless. His every nerve is tuned to her, eyes following how her fingers slide so easily between her folds, spreading the wetness as she teases her hole. Of course she’s taking her time with it, only to make sure he registers every tiny detail, just in case he forgot.

Her head tilts to the side with a quiet gasp when she pushes slowly inside. The sound of her wet entrance is enough to make his knees weak, still, his body turns to stone.

On the other hand, his heart is a mess of pride and frustration — pride that she still feels comfortable to be this vulnerable and open in front of him, frustration that he has to see her like this, untouchable. That's why he's not even blinking, too afraid he'll miss a thing.

She starts to gently rock her hips against the bed, fucking her fingers in and out, her body trembling as her whimpers fill the room. It's too much for Lando, but luckily, she didn't say anything about moving. His legs finally give out, and he falls to his knees, the sound of his breath ragged and uneven as he gets closer to her.

Yes, she's in charge — for now, at least — but he can't stop his words slipping out. Quiet, yet demanding.

“Slower,” he says, fixing his eyes on the way her fingers slide over her clit. “Don't rush it, please. I want to see all of you.”

Her gaze meets his, and for a moment, neither of them says anything else. She sees the vulnerability etched into his features, the way his body betrays him, shaking with restraint, completely at her mercy.

He looks like a man unmoored, defeated. So beautiful.

“Lando…” she breaths heavily, her back arching against her own hand, that flattered slightly at his words, a blush creeping up her neck and cheeks.

She hates how much he still affects her, obeying him without questioning his ways. Like no time has passed whatsoever.

When they make eye contact again, it's like they silently agree to go with it; whatever tonight will bring.

“That's is,” says Lando with satisfaction as she resumes her movements. “You gorgeous little thing. So beautiful when you listen, yeah?”

She nods, feeling him leaning forward just slightly, close enough that she can feel his warmth on her skin, without him touching her in any way. The air feels electric, her breath stuttering as she keeps fucking up her fingers under Lando's careful guidance. He watches every motion, his jaw tightening, ignoring the ache in his boxers the moment she finds her sweet spot, crying at how good it feels. She tries to muffle the moan, but Lando catches the hesitation, his eyes narrowing in her direction.

“No, let me hear you. Please, let me hear you,” he implores, exhaling sharply. “God, you're perfect. I could watch you forever.”

Lando can't help but notice how receptive she becomes at his words, her body tightening at the way he's praising her. As a result, she presses her fingers harder onto her clit, feeling the pressure building inside.

“Mhm, Lan…”

“I'm with you, baby. Keep going,” he encourages her, his gaze fixating on the slickness dripping between her legs. “Fucking hell. You're already so close, aren't you?”

It's like every word gets caught in her throat, and the only way she can reply to him is with a pathetic, desperate whimper.

In hindsight, she's never came from her fingers so quickly before, but the wave that’s hitting her from every direction right now is too intense to process right away.

It happens too fast, and the next thing she's aware of is Lando's voice, bringing her back.

“Please,” she hears him beg, managing to give him a slight nod of her head in return.

In that moment, the lights go out. Even so, Lando wants to be patient, as his index finger lightly brushes against her warmth. She exhales, giving up control, her gaze locked on him as if he is the only one that ever knew her. Meticulous, Lando traces his long, rough finger through her wetness, causing a shock to run through her whole body as it moves up and down her clit.

She thought she already crossed her limit, but then he leans down to press his mouth on her — deliberately, unapologetically, thirsty.

Lando lets out a deep, guttural groan that reverberates against her, causing her hips to twitch slightly. His tongue is wet and warm on her pulsating clit, leaving her breathless while he tastes her like it's the last time.

“My sweet, sweet baby,” he whispers, his voice intimate and personal, the words enveloping her in layers and layers of honey.

Feeling his warm breath on her center causes a surge of tension within her, making her walls tighten as his tongue explores within. He can't help but smile just as she leans into him, her body responding naturally, and he grips her thighs, closing the remaining gap between them. At that, she instantly buries her fingers in his curls, her hips mimicking his head movements.

“Oh, fuck,” she exhales abruptly.

The rest is pure bliss — his tongue licking in deep strokes, his muffled moans between her thighs, and the way he can’t seem to let go of her, gripping her tightly because he’s been deprived of her taste for so long.

Just for a brief second, Lando raises his head and, as his gaze remains fixed on her eyes, his mouth sucks gently at her clit. She's never seen him so desperate before, the sight of him owning her like that covering her entire body in chills.

Gradually, his kisses become way too powerful, which forces her to quickly grab his messy curls and pull him closer, unable to control herself anymore.

Without any warning, she screams his name as her climax hits her like a tidal wave for the second time in a row.

His growling makes her thighs quiver in his grasp, the vibrations intensifying her pleasure as her body convulses with each new sensation, while Lando’s tongue continues licking her during every heartbeat and shiver.

Next time she looks at him, his lips shine, his cheeks are red, and his gaze so intense that it causes her heart to skip a beat, creating a connection that seems more profound than any physical sensation she's just experienced.

He didn’t try to give her the best she’s ever had, but attempt to remind her how well he knows her body — to show her she still belongs to him.

“You’re so pretty,” says Lando, keeping his eyes on her, while he presses one finger back inside her cunt to test how thight she is after her second orgasm.

“Lando,” she spits his name at the unexpected touch, still too sensitive, “What… are you doing?” she gasps softly, a mixture between a sigh and a moan, when Lando's finger pulls out and glides across her wet, delicate clit once again.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Lando murmurs against her thigh, his voice low and reverent.

He grins in her direction, while his thumb circles her clit with precise intention, like a wheel gripping the perfect racing line. Sure of himself, Lando continues his movements, realizing how overstimulated she is, as he gets up to hover above her. Her hips buck instinctively into his hand, a jolt of reaction she can’t control.

Seeing Lando on top makes her react on instinct, wrapping one arm around his neck, while the other hand travels down his chest. The heat pooling in her stomach rises fast, an apex she didn’t expect to reach so soon. It’s intoxicating, her body spiraling as her mind blanks out the world beyond him.

“Lan—” she gasps, her back arching as if trying to escape, though every fiber of her betrays that she wants more.

“Come on, baby,” he says, increasing the pace. “You can give me one more. You're doing so well, I know you can,” his voice is a blend of dominance and desire, while his fingers press into her, knowing exactly where to go and how to bend, “Like that, see? So easy for me to read you. I could fuck my fingers into your pretty hole all night long and you'd still come for me every single time, wouldn't you, baby?”

Shaking, she clings to his neck, crying out his name in spasms. He loops his free arm around her, gently kissing her cheek — a gesture so tender and innocent that makes her heart grow ten times in size.

She grips his shoulder with one hand, her eyes closing in pleasure. “I can’t—” she chokes, the words tumbling out between ragged breaths.

In an attempt to get her power back, she tries to push at his wrist, but his arm steadies her, determined.

“Of course you can, love,” says Lando, his voice a gentle command, the firmness in his tone like a driver refusing to lift his foot off the pedal, curious to see how far he can take it.

Her hand clenches around his arm as his thumb presses against her clit with ruthless precision. She reacts on instinct, muscles coiling tight as she bucks against his hand, not sure what controls her body anymore, since her brain got disconnected long ago. The slik rhythm of Lando's fingers becomes too much, and she knows she's close when he starts curling them inside at the perfect angle.

“La— Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” her voice is a high-pitched cry now, laced with desperation. “I’m going—”

“I know, baby. So pretty. Look at you, making such a mess for me,” he urges, leaning in to kiss her neck.

Her body tightens as pleasure explodes within her, blinding and all-consumming — a full-throttle sensation, unrelenting in its intensity. She sobs his name as liquid warmth spills from her pussy, coating Lando’s fingers. He doesn’t stop there, though, his hand continuing its pace, coaxing every last wave of her climax as his arm holds her securely against him.

“God, I've missed you.”

When her breathing slows down, he falls down on top of her, burying his head in the crook of her neck. Her legs shake slightly, and her fingers curl weakly into his bare chest as he cradles her close.

Lando presses a tender kiss against her temple, his voice filling the quiet. “It wasn’t acciedntal,” he confesses.

She blinks rapidly, tilting her head to look at him, confused, “What?”

“Earlier,” Lando clarifies, “You said I was accidentally waltzing back into your life — it wasn’t accidental,” he repeats.

“What do you mean?”

Lando places a few more kisses on the heated skin of her neck, sucking in a couple of bruises, the gesture meant to buy himself more time for the storm raging in his head to stop.

“Lando,” she pulls him out of it.

“Been trying to figure out how to do this for a while. I just… couldn’t stay away from you anymore,” he admits, looking up at her, his eyes pleading. “I had Max playing detective while I was away.”

She pushes him off her to sit up on the bed, pulling at the edges of her dress. “Seriously, what?” her tone is not defensive — at least not yet — but there’s a sharpness to it that cuts into him.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” he rushes to explain, “Look, I didn’t stalk you or anything. Nor Max,” he continues, getting up to stand next to her. “I didn’t even know where you lived until you brought me here. I swear.”

She wraps her arms around her own body, needing something to ground herself, “What did you do, Lando?” the girl asks, her voice quieter now.

He swallows, “I just asked him to check in on you. To see if you were okay.”

“And how did he do that?”

“He saw you tagged in a pic on this girl's account, and then did some research on the people you were with, paid some dudes to find out if their records were clean—” he starts chuckling when her fist hits his shoulder, playfully, but still with intent.

“Don’t be a dick,” she warns, her smile giving away the fact that she’s still amused by his immature sense of humor.

“I just… didn’t want to simply appear out of nowhere if you were happy. If you’d moved on,” Lando continues, his tone more serious now. “But when he told me you seemed like you hadn’t, I couldn’t keep pretending like I was fine. I'm really not.”

His honesty was always a breath of fresh air, but now it's suffocating. Hearing him admitting he's not okay, implying that she's the reason why, is simply heartbreaking.

Her arms drop slowly to her sides, her fingers gripping the edge of the bed, “Why now, Lando? And why not text or call?”

He scoffs, “Can you look me in the eye and tell me honestly that you would have picked up if I called? Especially given how we left things?”

She cups Lando’s chin in the palm of her hand, forcing him to look at her, “I'll always pick up if it's you.”

The admission makes his chest tighten.

Lando shakes his head, “I promise I’ve tried,” he says, “God, I’ve fucking tried. I threw myself into everything, and nothing worked. Racing, training, sim sessions, going out with the guys — no matter what I did, I was constantly thinking of you. Every night out felt wrong because I wasn’t coming home to you. And I know home is such a vague word for me, because I’m mostly away, but you made every single place feel like home, and that's why it didn't matter where I was at the time. I just needed… need you in ways I can't nor want to explain.”

His confession makes her head spin. The breakup had been difficult for her, but she hadn’t considered how Lando had handled the past five months. All along, she had assumed he wouldn’t miss her — that his life, always on the road and consumed by his own pursuits, was too busy to notice the absence of one small, insignificant detail: her.

She's now realizing how wrong she had been to think that way.

“So…?” she finally asks. “Do you think a few orgasms later can mend what was broken five months ago?”

“What? No, of course not,” he says firmly, leaning forward, his elbows digging into his thighs. “I swear, all I wanted to do tonight was talking to you. I didn’t plan on getting to this point, but I can’t say I’m mad about it,” says Lando, taking her hand in his, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. “You still want me,” she shoots Lando a rapid look, studying his face, “Just like I want you. I see it, I feel it. Baby, I know it.”

Her heart pounds in her chest, the sincerity in his voice cutting through her defenses like a hot knife through butter. She wants to be angry, to accuse him of being selfish, but the truth is, she isn’t. Maybe it’s foolish to believe him, but one thing Lando never did was lie to her. He did worse, yes, but he never lied.

“Lando...” she starts, but her voice trails off, wishing her head would stop spinning so she could think.

“I know I hurt you,” he continues, his voice softer now, “You hurt me. We hurt each other. But we're too good together not to find a way to make it work.”

She doesn’t respond immediately, her mind racing with memories of their past — the good, especially the bad, and everything else in between. Her fingers toy with the fabric of her dress, her eyes flickering between his face and the floor. The room is heavy with silence and, just for a moment, she lets herself believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find each other again.

Otherwise, if it's meant to fall apart, then let it happen with them gasping for air, tangled together, connected in every way imaginable.

THE MORNING SUN filters shyly through the curtains, soft and golden, spilling across the bed where Lando stirs awake. He’s all alone, the sheets around him rumpled from where she had slept. He blinks up at the ceiling, a little disoriented. Then, he hears the faint sound of running water and realizes she’s in the shower. It makes him feel like everything went back to normal, but he can't be sure of what's going to happen next. He can only speculate and hope, but nothing more than that.

The quiet is interrupted by the persistent buzz of his phone on the nightstand. He reaches for it, still groggy from sleep, scrolling through a handful of texts from last night — banter in the group chat, some Instagram notifications, a few missed calls; nothing too important to catch his eye. He places the phone back on the smooth surface carelessly, and his hand knocks over something solid in the process.

Frowning, he sits up to put it back in its place, and that’s when he sees it — a framed picture of them, taken during a rare quiet weekend in Monaco over a year ago, right at the beginning of their relationship. She looked so happy back then, caught mid-laugh as Lando was gazing at her with an expression so tender that it makes his chest ache now. The weight of the memory hits him harder than he expects, pulling him fully awake.

The sound of the bathroom door opening makes him turn, and he puts the frame back quickly. However, it's enough for her to catch his sudden movement, her eyes flicking to the photo and back to him.

Her cheeks flush a deep pink. “I meant to put that away,” she rushes to say, pulling the towel tighter around her body like it might shield her from the embarrassment.

“Carlos took this one,” his voice is soft, as his eyes shift back to the frame. He picks it up again, turning it in his hands. “You asked me why didn't I call, but… why didn't you call?”

She laughs dryly, crossing the space to take the frame from his hand and placing it face down on the nightstand. She sits down next to him, shrugging.

“And tell you what, Lando? That I couldn’t stop thinking about you even though you broke my heart?” she asks, shaking her head, the embarrassment turning into something closer to frustration. “It’s just a stupid picture, anyway. We barely knew each other when it was taken.”

“It’s not stupid,” he contradicts her vehemently. His hand reaches out tentatively, brushing against her soft forearm. “It's nice to know I wasn’t completely crazy for hoping you felt the same.”

Her lips part like she wants to say something, but no words come out. The towel slips slightly, and she clutches it tighter, her defenses crumbling under the weight of his hungry eyes.

“Lando…”

“Leave it there, yeah?” he says, pointing at the picture. “Facing your side of the bed, preferably.”

Seeing her suddenly deep in thought, Lando grabs her wrist and gently pulls her onto his lap, his thumb lightly brushing against her silky skin.

She looks at him, her emotions warring on her face. “If it makes me look less pathetic, it was face down most of the time.”

Lando laughs, his hands finding her waist, then her hips, steadying her on his lap, “I love you,” he says it casually, but it still freezing the blood in her veins.

Her fingers fly towards his mouth to cover his lips, “Don't,” she warns.

“You know I do. I was serious last night. You don't have to decide anything right now, but I'm not going anywhere. It sucks we needed to hurt for a while, we're both at fault, but I never stopped loving you,” he repeats.

“You're so unfair.”

“Don't care, say it back,” he teases, digging his fingers into her skin to tickle her sides.

She starts giggling, “Don't you dare.”

His grin widens, “Or what?” he asks playfully as her hands fly to his, trying to fend him off.

“Lando, I'm serious. Stop it,” her laughter blends with his while he leans in closer, his lips brushing her ear.

“I need to hear it, baby. Please. Just say it back.”

“It back,” she chuckles, feeling his fingers tickling her so mercilessly that tears form in her eyes. Their laughter bubbles over, loud and uninhibited, until she collapses against him. “Okay, fine. Fine,” her breathy voice stops him in place, catching his attention. “I love you, Lando.”

A simple confession; he asked for it. But none of them expected it to hang that heavily between them. It's not a lie — not in the slightest — and Lando knows it.

“Enough to give us a second chance?” he asks.

Her breath catches at the sudden shift in his tone, and before she can reply, his thumb traces her cheek gently.

“I'm so scared,” she admits, leaning into his touch.

Lando sighs, understanding too well where she's coming from, “I know, baby. But I'm even more afraid of losing us again. Losing this…”

His hand slides down her chest, tracing the curve of her breasts. With a gentle movement, he tugs at the corner of her towel, letting it drip smoothly down her body. Patiently, he runs his hands down her waist, moving back up to her chest as they leave goosebumps in their wake. Hungry, his hands rest on her breasts, squeezing them lightly until he feels her nipples in his palms, and she drops her head on his shoulder, whimpering softly.

Memories of last night make her body shudder, feeling the heat between her legs intensifying. Following his lead, her fingers start tugging at the waistband of his boxers, until they slip low on his hips.

Lando moves one hand around her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. He groans against her mouth, his breath hot and ragged, before breaking their connection long enough to kick the boxers aside.

Skin on skin, their bodies align like two puzzle pieces.

She hovers over him, his hands on either side of her, “I wanna take care of you,” he speaks softly, closing his eyes when her forehead rests against his. “Please, let me take care of you.”

There’s a vulnerability in his tone that twists something deep inside her. She's just learned how to be independent again. She can't throw all of it away. She can't let herself slip.

She can't.

“Okay,” she whispers, her voice steady despite the storm raging within her.

Her answer is all that Lando needs to hear. His lips crash back onto hers as he swaps their positions, lowering her onto the bed, his body pressing against hers, warm and solid. And so very real. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word feels like a promise, a vow that he won’t let her slip through his fingers again.

And then, Lando takes control — not the type of dominance he's used to when he steers his car. It's more like devotion; his hands map her body all over again, like a driver learning every twist and turn of a new circuit, his lips following the trail his fingers blaze.

She arches into his touch, responding to him in ways she thought she’d forgotten.

But the body remembers.

And the remembering is, oh, so good.

Last night was just the warm-up, she reckons — an act meant to remind both of them how well they fit together. Lando was gentle, kind, and patient. But now, she sees the shift in him.

His eyes are darker, filled with lust, his touch greedier. She can't help but smile when she realizes that the Lando she knows all too well — the one who’s needy, insatiable, and unrelenting in his desire for her — is still there, and so ready to show off.

Her skin tingles in anticipation as she watches him, knowing exactly what he wants. And for once, she wants it just as much. Maybe even more, considering how her body is acting independently from her brain.

She wants him to give her everything, to burn through her until she’s left gasping and wet and ruined, and she’s ready to meet his hunger with her own.

But before that, “We're not done talking,” she tells him, breathing heavily against his mouth.

“Yeah, we'll talk. Stay with me and we'll talk all you want, baby.”

She wants to protest, but her air gets knocked out of her lungs and her fingernails sink into his shoulders when Lando nudges the head of his cock up and down her slit to collect the wetness. With a gentle kiss on her jaw, she closes her eyes, tracing her fingers down his arms as he pushes inside.

They both exhale, relieved that they're back where they belong.

Talking can wait.

Lando's hands grip her waist just as he pulls out, only to push back in, all the way to the hilt in one slow, but hard thrust. The feeling is almost too much for her, which is ridiculous since he just started moving. But she feels so full, and the sounds he lets out only make her open up for him even more.

“Wait, wait,” she can barely recognize her own voice, stopping Lando when their hips touch together.

She can't explain it, but she needs it.

“What's wrong?”

She looks down between their bodies, confusing Lando even more. “I…,” she begins, but she's not sure how she's supposed to voice her need.

“It's okay, you can tell me,” he assures her, bringing his hand to cup her face in his palm, tracing his thumb over her cheek.

“I—need a second to feel you,” she explains, pushing his hand away only to trace her palms over her face.

Lando chuckles, “Baby, don't hide from me. You're driving me fucking mad when you're blushing.”

“I'm not blushing,” she contradicts him, raising her hips against his, her walls hugging him tighter with every move.

“No?” whispers Lando roughly as if he lost his voice. “God, you're perfect. So good, so fucking sweet and perfect around me, baby.”

Her legs tighten around his waist, keeping him inside, while one hand moves to his lower back to push him against her even more. There is no physical space left between them, but she still wants more. It only makes Lando's cock throb inside her pussy, giving her a few more seconds to adjust to his length before he pulls all the way out and slides back, searching for the perfect pace.

“Fuck, Lando,” she whines, burying her fingers into his hair, tugging at the roots.

“Yes, I know,” agrees Lando, his eyes flicking over her face. His insides tighten at the sight of her parting her lips in pleasure, her breathing hot and irregular. “You're so beautiful from this angle.”

“Shut up,” she cuts him off, which makes Lando chuckle again.

“Why would I?” he asks, leaning closer to her ear, while thrusting a couple more times before pausing. “You look like a fucking goddess taking my cock so well.”

She squeezes her eyes shut at the sound of his voice, low and raspy, rocking her hips to find that sweet friction against her walls again.

“Keep,” she whines, “Keep going, then. Let me have it.”

Lando presses his lips on hers at the same time he resumes his movements, his hands roaming all over her body.

“You can have my cock, baby,” he groans into her hair. “All yours.”

She nods, wrapping her fingers around his biceps, “Yeah?”

“Promise you,” says Lando.

After that, he picks up pace, both falling into an agonizing rhythm. All this time, she had thought that familiarity might dull the edge of being with Lando, that knowing his moves would make it predictable and boring, maybe even ordinary.

Somehow, it’s the exact opposite.

It’s because she knows him, and he knows her so well, that every touch feels ecstatic, every kiss charged with meaning. He doesn’t need to guess what she likes; he already knows how to unravel her, how to leave her trembling and breathless. And she knows exactly what will make his breath hitch, how to draw out that low, desperate groan that ignites her own fire.

In a way, every time feels like the first, but it's always much better, because they know how to make each other fall apart like no one else can.

“Please,” she gasps, breathing wetly in his shoulder. “Harder.”

One thing about Lando, he's always been good at listening. Without thinking twice, he tightens his grip on her hips, fucking his cock inside her harder and faster than before. In an instant, her ears are blessed with the way his moans sound.

“God, I've missed fucking my pretty girl like this,” says Lando, his hands moving on her thighs to spread her more so he can slide in faster. “It's never like this, baby, fuck.”

Being with Lando is chaos, the kind of beautiful, consuming chaos that leaves everything around them in shambles. They are loud and messy, and everything is sweaty and wet and sticky. He kisses her like he’s starving, touches her like he’s desperate to memorize every inch of her skin, and she matches his fervor, meeting him with the same wild energy that pulls them under. Together.

“Lando,” she spits his name out of her mouth in short spasms. “Lando, Lan… Lando.”

It's almost like a cry for help, but she doesn't need saving. Not when he's fucking her so good, slamming against her over and over again, until the outside world fades away and all she remembers is his name.

“Lando,” she whimpers again.

“Keep me in, love. Like that,” she can barely hear him over the sound of skin slapping on skin. “Fuck. You're taking me so well, I won't stop fucking you, baby. I won't—”

She sucks in a breath of air, her body buzzing with pleasure. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she can feel how hot and sweaty his chest is. She moves with him for a couple more thrusts before she lets go, the sound of Lando fucking in and out of her while she comes so obscene that it makes her eyes roll.

“I'll never get tired of seeing you coming like that,” says Lando, pinning her to the bed, his cock feeling so fucking good inside of her that it makes him see stars. “So fucking hot, baby.”

Her nails scratch the skin of his back as her pussy clenches around his length, forcing another hiss out of Lando's mouth.

“Don't stop,” she manages to say, even though she feels her throat raw.

“Ah, look at you, now. Being so good for me,” says Lando with a smirk, tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Letting me have my way with you when you're sore and spent. And so wet, baby, you're dripping all around my cock. Fucking hell.”

Lando's jaw clenches, a visible battle playing out in his face as his breath hitches. She feels him moving deeper, hitting the sweet spot inside her, sending ripples of pleasure through her body with every thrust.

“Yes—fuck. Don't stop,” she repeats.

His eyes widen as he tries to hold on for as long as he can, but it's hard when he flashes his eyes in her direction and catches her already looking. It doesn't take long for him to realize there's a replica to her first orgasm. He nods, without saying anything else, bringing his hand up to her neck. She places hers on top of his, not to push it away, but to let it rest there as a sign that it's fine to claim her if that's what Lando needs.

And that's enough for him to lose it.

“Baby,” he breaths out, fucking her slopply, any sense of order dissolving under the weight of their eye contact.

She arches into him, her fingers trembling as they rise to cup his face.

“Keep your eyes on me,” she demands, her voice a desperate need.

She pictured that face thousands of times in the past months, but nothing compares to this. Lando groans at the command, his hooded gaze staying on hers. The intensity of his expression nearly undoes her again — his pupils blown wide, lips parted as he lets out s string of cuss words.

“That's it, pretty boy,” she whispers, her thumb brushing over his cheek as he moves inside her, his pace faltering for just a moment before he snaps back into thay sloppy rhythm, chasing his release. “Want to see you when you let go.”

She barely finishes her sentence when his orgasm crashes over him like a tsunami; no one would be able to even tell where she begins and where he ends.

Lando looks so beautiful and wrecked, and she drinks in every second of his surrender.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

When his features soften, she sees how vulnerable he is, and it leaves her breathless.

Satisfied and content, her fingers still trace his face, wanting to remember the exact way he looks in this moment, when he is completely hers.

Unable to support his weight, Lando collapses on top of her, feeling his body as light as a feather, which is so far from the truth. But she doesn't mind; she loves the feeling, actually. She loves the heaviness, and the way he keeps his cock tucked deep inside her, wet and softening slowly, not allowing his cum to leak out of her.

Descending back down from their high, the only sounds in the room are their slowing breaths and the soft rustle of the sheets. It's hard not to notice the weight of reality when it begins to creep in around the edges.

She lies beneath him, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on his back, but her mind is miles away.

“When are you leaving?” she finally asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando tenses for a moment, then shifts to lie beside her, propping his head on his hand to look at her. The vulnerability in her eyes twists something deep inside him.

She swallows hard, suddenly flooded by all the reasons they had fought, all the late nights filled with misunderstandings and misaligned priorities. She remembers all the reasons why they broke up, and thinking how bad of an idea this has been. Because, how can she let go of him again, without feeling like she'll be losing both her head and heart in the process.

“On Tuesday,” says Lando softly. “But not how you think.”

Her brow furrows in confusion as she turns to face him. “What do you mean?”

Lando leans over, his hand caressing her cheek as he gathers his thoughts.

“I’ve been thinking about us for months. Since you left, actually,” he begins, his voice low and deliberate. “I had a lot of time, and I managed to figure out why it didn’t work before, why I couldn’t give you what you deserved. So… I’ve talked to the team.”

She almost stops breathing, her eyes widening in his direction while she waits for him to continue. Months ago, she would've die to have this conversation, and now that it happens, she doesn't know how to behave.

“I'm working on a schedule. To have more time for us,” Lando explains.

Her heart skips a beat. “You’d do that?”

“For us,” he repeats, his voice firm. “I can’t keep pretending I’m okay without you. I don't want to be okay without you, it's stupid. And I don’t want to keep coming back here, hoping for a second chance, only to mess it up again. I want to get it right this time.”

She stares at him, not knowing what to do with that information. This is not the Lando she knows. The recklessness and impulsivity got replaced by caution and planning the steps ahead. It's new, and exciting, and it makes her tear up.

“And what if it still doesn’t work?” she asks, her voice small.

He leans closer, his forehead touching hers. “It will.”

His tone is so definitive that she can't say anything else, letting the silence stretch between them as she searches Lando's face for any sign of hesitation.

There’s none.

“How... did you actually know where to find me last night?”

Lando smirks, studying her face with half-closed eyes, bringing his hand to her jaw. “That friend of yours posted on her story. Honestly, I didn’t know you were going to be there. But I hoped.”

She shakes her head, scoffing, “Stalker behavior.”

Lando shrugs nonchallantly, “I just happened to be nearby,” he chuckles.

“Lucky me,” she says, tracing the contour of his nose with her finger, stopping on his jaw.

“Lucky us,” he corrects, pulling her in for another kiss.

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genres : fluff ... established relationship ... franco x fem!reader.　 request : anon for franco + sleeping on their chest for the 100 event.　word count : 0.8k.　warnings : partial long distance relationship ... they're both really clingy ... spanish petnames in italics ... not proofread.　 note : my franco 💔💔 honestly really hoping he gets a chance to drive this season cause i just miss him!!!　　　( masterlist )　( taglist )

Long distance was never easy for any couple. Some swore that long distance could never work, while others tried it and found it too hard to maintain. For you and Franco, it was a small price to pay compared to the happiness of being together, but it didn’t make it any easier. You both made do as best as you could. 

While he flew out every other weekend for races, you ended up sacrificing your sleep schedule for daily video chats, even if they only ended up being five minutes long. You didn’t have much time off work, but you saved up the few vacation days you could for the rare trip out to Europe to tag along to a race or two. You loved being in the paddock with him, seeing his excitement for the cars first hand. It was always hard to be away from him, and travelling with him meant those small extra hours together. 

Goodbyes were your least favourite part of it all. Once he was already gone, you could count down the days until he was back, but before he left, there was only a sense of dread filling your body at the thought of the inevitable. Franco had already packed his suitcase, and you had double and triple checked it for him. He was more forgetful than he would like to admit, so you always made sure he brought everything he needed. 

You were cuddled up in bed, ready to sleep although neither of you felt tired yet. You laid completely on top of him, arms around his waist, cheek resting against his chest, his fingers dancing along your spine. There was a silence and hesitance in the air as neither of you wanted to talk. His flight was in a few hours, and this was your last chance to hold him before he would be gone for more than two weeks. 

There was so much you would miss about him as soon as he was gone. He had only been back for two days, and him having to leave already felt cruel. You wished for more time to be able to soak up his presence. His soft teasing words, his familiar scent, his silky curls, his light breathless laugh, his whispered te amo’s and mi cariño’s— you would miss them all bitterly as soon as he was gone. 

“You really have to go?” you whispered, the words barely heard as your lips pressed against his hoodie. His fingers paused their rhythmic back and forth across your back, instead trailing down to your waist.

“It’s only two weeks.”

“Two and a half,” you corrected.

“Two and a half, then I’m right back in your arms, amor,” he repeated softly. You frowned. No matter how many times he tried to reassure you, it wouldn’t stop how badly you would miss him. And no matter how many times you wished he didn’t have to leave, it wouldn’t prevent him from going. 

“You still need to call me as soon as you land. Even if it’s just for five minutes,” you mumbled. Tiredness seeped into your voice and body from the lulling nature of his steady strokes on your back which he had resumed, and the quiet raspy inflection of his voice when he called you amor.

“It’ll be the first thing I do.” 

You looked up to find him studying you fondly, eyes poking a silent teasing “what?” at you when your gaze fell to his lips. He knew you would kiss him. You always did before falling asleep. Even if he was already deep in his dreams. And this time it lasted a bit longer than normal. You knew you wouldn’t have the opportunity for a long time. You tried to memorize the feeling of his plush lips on yours again, even though it was already concretely fixed in the back of your mind like it had its own special spot. It was something that would never leave your brain. 

“Happier now?” Franco asked, trailing his hand up to tuck some of your hair out of your face. Your fingers had found their way into his curls during the kiss, as they often did. 

“Marginally. My heart will still break tomorrow,” you complained.

“I’ll put all the pieces back together as soon as I can,” he promised, lips curving in amusement at your constant clinginess. As if he didn’t feel the exact same way. It was exhausting to be apart from you for more than a few days. You always made life feel so easy and lively for Franco. It was rather dull without you. 

You kissed his nose— one of his most perfect features, and settled back into his arms. His heartbeat reached your ears, and your breathing naturally matched it. 

“You make it hard to be apart from you, mi vida,” you whispered. He held you a bit tighter.

The distance was always unwanted, but perhaps it made the small quiet moments together even more precious.

franco taglist: @caffeineboi,, @divierses

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hey chat...

I literally have so many scenarios in my head it's killing me

Could you do a scenario where the reader shields Isha from the blast (or whatever) which results in her on the verge of death. How will jinx deal with it? And how will she save her

(I'm trying to cope with the loss of my baby Isha 😞💔)

Sure! Here ya go but probably sucks, haven’t wrote one of these in a while! Enjoy!

Heading photos made by @diana-foggy-master !

Sacrificial

You could only process what the girl was thinking when her small feet started running past you helping Jinx off the ground.

The familiar act was so hard to miss. It was like watching Powder all over again all those years ago the night everything went wrong.

You couldn’t handle it again.

“Jinx? Jinx- I’m so sorry.” You apologized to your lover on the ground. Jinx looked at you, confused with her face having splatters of blood drops. But she was so confused. What were you sorry for?

It only clicked when she saw you running after Isha into what she knew she would never get you back from.

“No- no!” Jinx cried out, getting up with the look of horror on her face when you ran. She tried reaching for you like you did her all those years ago, only to fall short. She lost you.

She lost you before you even got to the girl.

Isha was right within your grip, tears falling from your face as you knew you wouldn’t be coming back home to your lovers and your bed.

“Isha!” You yelled, reaching for her as she kept running, shoving gemstone after gemstone into Jinx’s gun.

“(Name)! Isha! No!” Jinx cried, trying her best to get to the both of you as Isha slid to the ground, moving just like Jinx taught her to as she finally got to Vander.

Jinx was caught by Vi, crying and blubbering as her heart and chest constricted at the thought of you leaving her with her mind.

What was she gonna do? She couldn’t fix this once it was done.

Isha had barely mimicked Jinx back at her, the little finger gun motion breaking your head. Isha wasn’t dying. This wasn’t how she was gonna say goodbye.

Isha lifted the gun to Vander, and by the look on his face as he saw you nearing you could tell he had no control over this. Just like back then.

Isha had barely closed her eyes, and you saw the smile on her face. She looked almost content to die. Like it was a release. You felt bad for taking it from her.

She barely pulled the trigger when you grabbed her, pulling her to your chest and curling around her.

Isha’s eyes shot open, panicked for a split second as she tried to push you away and out of there. But you were older. Stronger. The way you wished when you were younger to be like Vi.

You barely managed a smile to Isha as you held her, and even years later she could still hear your voice and see your smile as you whispered in her ear.

“You’ll be okay. Take care of her for me, will ya?”

The gun went off.

And you were gone.

The reaction was immediate. Isha didn’t feel you anymore. She was cold, your arms around her gone as she finally opened her eyes after praying to whatever god there was that you were okay.

Nothing.

Not anything of you was left behind.

All she heard was Jinx’s wailing, and her little heart dropped to her stomach at the realization.

You were gone.

Because of her. Isha took you from Jinx.

“Isha! Why- why would you do that?!” Jinx cried, even though she knew you’d hate to hear the words coming from her mouth but she couldn’t stop herself.

She pushed Vi off of her, running to Isha out of relief and anger as she searched for you to come up with nothing.

She grabbed the girl by her shoulders, crying and blubbering as she sobbed.

“Why would you- (Name)?! (Name)!” Jinx cried, yelling it out as she searched for you.

Isha had no idea what to do with Jinx’s anger but cry with her as she felt your absence.

Jinx wasn’t able to process this, and Vi could only watch as the one thing her sister held dear to her heart from when they were kids, you, was gone. Just like that.

Jinx’s sobs turned to wails as she felt her heart being ripped from her chest. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

You were supposed to be okay. Vander was supposed to come back. They were supposed to stay and be happy. Vi could even be there.

Jinx had her family back, and now it was all gone.

Her wails kept going, she gripped onto Isha cause she would be damned if she let her out of her sight for her to be taken to.

Her head fell to Isha’s shoulder, the girl's cries mixing with her own as Isha’s little fingers gripped onto her.

Jinx and Isha crumbled together on the floor, crying and sniffling and sobbing. What happens now? What comes next?

How can anything come next…when you’re gone?

[imjustdelusionalok]

yandere dc: cam girl! reader

˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼think about it though, a darling who does r18 stuff on the internet either because they're bored or they just want money.

˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼knowing how many perverts are on the internet, our witty girl uses that to her advantage! (especially knowing that she has a few stalkers that clearly doesnt need ALL of that money in her eyes...)

˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼one word about this falls from your nonchalant lips as you tell this to your friends, and their mouths are agape and so are the weirdly familiar people at the back who are deeply concerned dressed up so much for some reason! :D

˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼and of course it continues with you pulling out a box of newly bought 'equipment' with a brand new camera for that HD quality goodness, and you grin fiendishly as a result. your friends warn you and call you dumb as sh*t for doing what your about to do but that's okay in your eyes.

"relax girls <3"

"tf? how we supposed to relax if you're gonna be showing your ass off on the internet?--"

"but seriously (Name), we're worried. what if there's a creep out there and their really--'

"chill you two, that's too wild, i know how to handle myself >:3"

˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼they DON'T... trust your judgement. but they'll keep an eye on you just in case since besties look out for each other forever <3

˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼a month has passed and woah... being an 'artist' of sorts is quite the hardwork. your 'viewers' are demanding, but so are those cash donations that keep flooding in your comments section. so you keep on spreading those thighs of yours to them, alright? <3

˖°𓇼𓂃 𓈒𓏸

'$100 from Jay_B1RD'

'$100 from DAM1_W'

'$100 from C.K3NT'

'$100 from W4llYW3sT'

'$100 from AR$3N4L'

'$10 from 1MPulS3'

'1MPulS3: sorry thats all i got-- 😭'

'In3rt1@: you're pathetic, Allen.'

'$100 from In3rt1@'

'$100 from BlUB33Tl3'

'BlUB33Tl3: aint no way we got bart's evil twin donating money on a porn site before gta6-- 💀💀'

'$100 from DA_BEAST'

'DA_BEAST: stfu jaime your one to talk 😭'

'$100 from DrizzyDrake'

'$1000 from GR4YS0N_68'

'GR4YS0N_68: Put on the bunny ears and smile for me sweetie <33'

you nod dazedly at the camera, and wore the floppy little bunny ears while finishing it off with a lopsided smile.

'$10000 from GR4YS0N_68'

'C.K3NT: enough about him ill give you 10000 dollars if you show me your tits 😈'

you rub the tips of your index and thumb together.

'C.K3NT: correction, 100000 dollars <3'

you smile to that, and your lacy top accidentally drops as if on cue.

at this point your comment section is struck with ridiculous amounts of unending money donations, while perverse comments continue to rile up and try to out do the other in terms of lewdity and vulgarity.

you sighed, simply content and happy with the everyday good pay... but then you gasp.

'TM_G!nn!S has entered the chat.'

'$1000 from TM_G!nn!S'

'TM_G!nn!S: sorry baby, but this is all i have for now. ill give you your $100000 dollars tom, kay?'

you heart reacted his comment.

'TM_G!nn!S: and to everyone here whose names are Jason, Tim, Damian, and Dick, dad wants you off the website.'

'DrizzyDrake: ...you did not just snitch on us--'

'TM_G!nn!S: i think i just did :3'

'Jay_B1RD: 💔'

'GR4YS0N_68: ...'

'DAM1_W: trip on a rock, mcginnis.'

'TM_G!nn!S: <3'

˖°𓇼𓂃 𓈒𓏸

(i couldnt help but add terry since hes also a batboy and we need more batmen in the chaosss ��)

(and also btw, should i also add klarion the witch boy? i think im liking him already after watching young justice 🫣..)

[megumisluciouslashes]

HOME a jason todd oneshot

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of beating, one slight mention of sa, angst, comfort, young jason todd my baby, jason has dimples this is canon idc, no y/n

wc: 2.9k • this is not proofread at all so pls don’t come for me i’m a tired girl💔 also this is lowkey bad🤑

back in your high school days, jason todd was the only person who got you through your freshman year of high school.

after making it through two classes and seeing the same boy in each one on the first day, you decided to talk to him. your mother had practically begged you to make at least one friend in your new school (“c’mon, it would do you some good!”), so what was the harm?

after chatting for some time, you realized you two had coincidentally had the same class schedule, pushing you to get close.

you would soon know everything there is to know about jason todd: his past, having a rich dad and a “stuck-up” brother (even though you thought dick was great), only liking food his butler made for him, how he would only eat cheetos as long as there was ketchup he could dip them into, eventually coming to the realization that he was robin. and he would know everything about you.

on one fateful day a few months later, when you were over at jason’s house mansion to finish a project you had been assigned for biology, you were goofing off and not working at all. you were both laughing about something you couldn’t even remember at this point when you found yourself staring at him. the way his nose scrunched when he smiled, the way his dimples were even deeper when he laughed, the way he seemed so full of joy in that moment. you took all of it in and admired every bit of it.

‘holy shit i’m in love with him’ you thought.

this thought truly scared you, but the feeling quickly vanished when you were suddenly catapulted into fantasies of kissing those dimples and his oh-so-beautiful smile gracing you as you did so. god, your face was probably so red, but you couldn’t help it. he was jason. he was everything you wanted and more and you hadn’t realized it until this moment. sure, you might’ve caught yourself staring at him in the middle of class and blushed watching as his eyes flitted over to you, but this revelation? this was something else.

you were helplessly in love with him.

a year after the thought occurred, the issue had seemingly gotten worse. you could barely be around him without flushing. he was funny and charismatic, and you loved every bit of it.

but were you ever going to ask him out?

god, no.

you didn’t want to ruin this perfect friendship you had; one where you truly understood each other, one where you cared so deeply about each other, one where you could sit in silence and still enjoy each other’s company. this was a friendship you had never had before.

you didn’t know what would happen if you were to lose jason.

so you kept it to yourself, plagued with the fears that come with falling in love with your best friend.

jason often shared his robin adventures with you after you found out. so, it would come as no surprise when he had told you that he had a mission tonight with the big bat during your walk home after school on a random friday.

“aww, but i thought i was supposed to come over later!” you groaned.

he chuckled, “don’t worry pretty, you can come over tomorrow. i’m sure b won’t mind.”

you nodded along and blushed at him calling you pretty. you didn’t know why the nickname suddenly made you react this why as he’s always called you it.

you two continued the walk towards your house, often stopping when he would almost puke from laughing so hard and you giggling about how stupid he is.

soon enough, you made it to your house, and you felt a pang of sadness when you realized that you wouldn’t be able to see him until tomorrow.

“well, this is my stop,” you sighed dramatically.

he chuckled, “alright pretty, i’ll see you tomorrow.”

something in you felt off when he turned around and started to walk.

“jay!” you didn’t know why you called his name.

he halfway turned around, just to see you rushing towards him. you didn’t know why you ran to him.

suddenly, you pulled jason into the biggest bear hug known to man. you didn’t know why you felt compelled to give him the biggest hug you could muster.

he tensed for a split second, before wrapping his arms around you tightly. you simply melted into his touch. you felt every hair on the back of your neck stand up. you felt scared. and you had no clue why.

“uh- what’s this for pretty?” jason asked, once you pulled away slightly.

“i don’t know, i’m uh- kinda on edge,” you smiled a wobbly smile.

“well, i’m sure it’s nothing. i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

you nod and watch as he starts to walk a second time, though every step he takes adds fuel to the haunting feeling in your belly. you smiled and told yourself that everything is fine, nothing is going to happen, and walked into the door of your house.

you had a good night; a great night, even. you had decided to pamper yourself hoping the feeling gnawing at you would go away. you had put on a face mask and watched your favorite nineties romcoms, imagining jason as the part of the male in them. every time you made yourself giddy with the idea, popcorn would go flying in the air. (chicken jockey)

however, the feeling persisted all throughout the night and would continue on into the next morning.

you slept horribly that night with no clue as to why. you woke up the next morning somehow feeling worse. but, you decided that that feeling wasn’t stopping you. you were going to get up, have breakfast like normal, and have a good time with jason when the time came.

you were halfway through eating your breakfast when there was a knock at the door.

“i’ll get it!” you called to your parents.

when you hopped off of your chair, the feeling of dread suddenly washed over you. you wished you had any way of knowing why these feelings were haunting you, but pushed it aside and opened the door.

“oh, hey mr. wayne-!” you suddenly cut yourself off when you noticed the somber look on the man’s face. he looked like he hadn’t slept a wink.

“uh…are you alright sir?” you started to get nervous.

his lips opened as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. the nervous smile you held was growing even more wobbly by the second.

he spoke your name, “i am so sorry.”

tears built up in the older man’s eyes as he bowed his head towards the ground. your smile completely faded. you were suddenly filled with “what-ifs” and mentally questioning why he was acting like this. then, it hit you.

did something happen to jason?

your eyes widened and you spoke before you could realize, “wait, what happened? what are you sorry for?”

you were panicking, bruce realized. it dug him even deeper into the hole of guilt.

“jason- he- he’s gone.” his voice broke on the last word.

your face fully dropped.

your eyes widened further.

tears blurred your vision.

then, you laughed. bruce winced.

“you almost had me fooled haha! what a great joker you are!”

but when you looked into bruce’s eyes, there was only more despair than you had seen seconds before.

suddenly, you were hyperventilating. you then started letting out guttural sobs. bruce’s eyes were letting tears slip as well. your parents, alert, came rushing to the door and froze at the sight. you were on the ground, wailing and begging somebody, anybody to bring jason back to you.

“Here Lies Jason Peter Todd: Taken Too Soon” the headstone read.

everything still felt unreal to you even after bruce told you, even the days after, even after the funeral, even after his burial, even as you stood there in the rain. you still couldn’t comprehend that your jay was just gone. taken, by a man who had no heart and no humor. by a man whose only joke was his whole life.

the crowd had long since left. your parents left you to your own devices upon your request. you felt bad for making them wait in the car, but you needed this. you needed this moment to finally come to the realization that he was gone and never coming back. even if it hurt, even if you didn’t want to come to terms with it. you had to. for jay.

you then heard slashing footsteps walk up next to you. you didn’t need look, you could already tell who it was. his car was the only one left in the parking lot besides your parents. you had seen him fighting an inner battle of getting out and coming to comfort you. it didn’t surprise you that he ultimately decided to step out. he always liked you, you thought. he was always the big brother type, even to somebody who wasn’t actually his sibling.

after a few moments of silence, “jay loved you, you know,” dick laughed, bittersweet.

your head snapped towards his, tears suddenly gathering in your eyes after you thought you couldn’t cry anymore.

“what?”

he never looked at you, just kept staring at the headstone, “he didn’t like talking about his feelings. often times, i had to pry it out of him. i could read him like an open book.”

he paused for a second to laugh dryly.

“there was one day, about a year ago, when your parents had come to pick you up from the manor after we had family dinner. the moment you closed the door, the biggest and softest smile went on his face. his face was completely red and his eyes- well, the eyes never lie. i bugged him about it for months before he finally told me. even though i knew, my big brother heart grew ten times the size when he told me. my little brother was in love.”

tears now flowed down your cheeks, “i love him too…well, loved i guess,” you said quietly and laughed with no humor.

dick didn’t say anything more, just continued to look at the tombstone with a far away look in his eyes. you glanced towards it to, before wordlessly reaching out and pulling dick into a hug.

“thank you, dick,” you stated genuinely.

“you’re always welcome at the manor, so please stop by.”

you nod and let go, giving him the most genuine smile you could muster, before walking towards your parents car.

it never got easier to live without jason. he was everything to you: your only best friend and the love of your life. high school passed by in the blink of an eye and slowly all the same. you awaited the moment you could graduate, get your diploma, move into your own apartment, and then get your college diploma.

bruce has long since given you a job as his secretary. you knew he mainly offered you the job because of guilt reasons, but you still accepted it nonetheless.

you still visited jason’s grave often, sharing stories about new events that have happened since you last visited. on his birthday, you leave him a cupcake with red icing and a cheeto on top. it sounds disgusting, but you know he’ll never eat it. you thought it was pretty on brand and cheesy, something you liked to be when it came to jason. then, you would leave at the end of your visit with a bright smile on your face. but not before blowing an air kiss to him.

unbeknownst to you, jason was there almost every time watching you. he would even eat the cupcakes you leave him (cheetos are not very good on cupcakes). though, he didn’t think he could ever tell you that he was alive and living under a different alias.

one calm night, you had decided to walk home from work, seeing as it was perfect weather. gotham was never known for its beauty, so on rare nights like these, you found yourself willing to walk the trek home, even in heels.

what you didn’t expect was to get hit on the back of the head and dragged into an alley way by two random men. they proceeded to try and have their way with you. yet, every time you tried to say “no”, they punched you harder than the last. you knew that if you tried to scream, you would just get beaten even worse. the stupidest yet semi-smartest part of you decided to try anyways.

“HELP-!” you managed, before one of the men slapped their hand over your mouth.

“oh no, don’t try and get us caught little lamb…you won’t like the consequences,” he snickered, his breath reeked of alcohol.

your nose scrunched in disgust at the smell and the name he had called you. oh, how badly you wanted to slap that nasty smirk of his face and slap the shit out of the other guy who was practically pinning you.

without warning, the guy who was holding you down was pulled harshly off of you. you then took it upon yourself to punch the other guy directly in the nose, causing him to jump up and grab it in pain. you were helped up by- a man? a woman? you didn’t know, but whoever it was, they were wearing a strange red helmet. you found yourself staring with a quirked brow.

you were soon broke out of your state when you heard a battle cry, causing you to wince at the loud sound. oh yeah, your head was hurting bad. the red-helmet-person whipped out a gun and shot at his feet the second he started running towards your direction. the man froze, threw his hands up and started begging the red-helmet-person for mercy. they simply held up their gun, aiming to shoot, then-

“wait! don’t shoot!” you yelled to the red-helmet-person.

“what? why?” a muffled, male voice poured out of the helmet.

“they deserve jail at most! killing them will do more harm than good!”

the red-helmet-man sighed, and dropped his gun. he walked up to the guy, knocked him out, then proceeded to knock the other guy out. the red-helmet-man assessed the scene before his thoughts were stopped by a thud.

you had fallen to the ground, presumably by the potential concussion you had and the beating you had been through. however, something else caused it. that voice was so familiar to you, even though it was muffled.

he ran over, “hey, are you alright?”

“i’ve certainly been better,” you snickered, watching as he dropped down beside you.

he stared at you for long before asking to touch you to get a better feel for your injuries. once you nodded, he got to feeling the already purpling parts of your body. for some reason, this was incredibly embarrassing and you found yourself flushing.

“it doesn’t look like-“

“do i know you?”

the man froze.

you continued on, “your voice just seems so familiar is all. i can’t help but feel like i’ve heard it before.”

“uh- i’m not sure what you’re talking about-“

“there it is again! a certain tone of voice i’ve heard before.”

he cleared his throat, “it looks like you may actually have a concussion then. as i was saying, it doesn’t look like anything is broken, just bruised.”

you simply stared at the red helmet trying to will the man into telling you who he is. after getting no response from you, he spoke again.

“i can take you to the hospital to get checked out- er- if you want.”

you blinked, “no thank you, i’ll be fine. just help me up, please.”

the red-helmet-man helped you up before tending to the knocked-out men. you stood there awkwardly.

“um…thank you for saving me. have a good night red-helmet-man,” you smiled, grateful.

the man replied, “Red Hood. no problem pretty, have a good night.”

both you and the man froze.

you stared, gaping at the man in front of you. you willed yourself to walk forward. you placed your hands on the helmet and signified that you were going to take it off. no response. so you slid it off. you could’ve fainted.

because the face that met you was a familiar one and a new one at the same time. the same dark hair, now paired with a white tuft, scars littering a once soft face, and bluish-green eyes instead of the blue eyes you had fallen in love with. still, it was him.

it was jason.

your jay.

the helmet slip from your grasp as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. your hands met your face in shock.

“this has got to be a dream of some sort, right? you’re not actually here and i’m totally dreaming this whole interaction right now.”

“i’m real. and i’m here.”

his eyes found yours. in that moment, you sobbed. you threw your arms around his neck and cried hopelessly into his chest. he held you against him, crushing you into his chest. you felt his breath hitch and his shoulders shook softly.

“my jay. my sweet sweet jay,” you muttered into his chest.

his hands reached up to cradle your head, making him cry harder than before.

“god pretty, i’ve missed you…” he whispered.

you sniffled and pulled away, looking into his eyes. you slowly lifted your hands to meet his face. once you did, you took in every feature now hardened by death and fighting. more tears spilled from your eyes.

then, you crashed your lips against his.

jason todd hadn’t felt at peace in a long time, but with you like this, so serene, he felt like he was home.

erm so why is this actually bad LMAO anyways i have had jason todd brainrot for the past MONTH and i have another fic idea for him so be ready 💜

[bloodywilliams]

HOW DID IT END 2

cw: angst.. sorry y’all. i did tell y’all it’s based of true events.. enjoy!

after the hallway incident that was so brief (although it felt like you two were in that hallway for hours, just smiling at eachother) she immediately texted you.

ellie:OMG

ellie: YOUR SO PRETTY

ellie:AND COOL

ellie:you barely looked at me 😞😞😞💔💔

you smile as you sneakily read these messages, back in class. the happiness was short lived.

this was a mistake. by revealing yourself you also just came out to someone you hardly know. going to a school in a small town, everyone knows being lesbian is the biggest insult. what if she tells people? what if she expected someone cooler? your hands shake for the rest of the day.

days pass with little to nothing from ellie. you anticipate her coming up to you one of these days but she doesn’t. you add her on your actual snapchat account that’s attached to your REAL name so you dont have to seem like a creep who only texts her under a fake name.

she adds you back but still, nothing.

the end of the school year looms closer and closer and the seniors will be graduating soon. so, your school has a senior drive off, where all the senior girls wear pretty white dresses and wave to everyone goodbye.

the school gets dismissed third period to go to the front of the school, near the parking lot to watch. 

so when your finally at the front of the school, you look around for her. maybe to see if she was somewhere with her girlfriend.

you look around the entire crowd, seeing her nowhere but right when you’re about to give up, you realize… she is just about three feet next to you.

there’s no way this is an accident? right?? she’s just so casual about it, not sparing you a glance, just chatting with friends. your heart nearly stops but you make it through the senior drop off and head inside. 

you return to third period but then, your phone suddenly vibrates. you look at your notifications and see a text from ellie, you damn near pass out.

as soon as your class ended you rush to check your phone

ellie: i like your sweater :)

oh my god.

over the next few weeks, you avoid ellie at all costs. not because your mad at her or don’t like her anymore but you just can’t stand it. can’t stand walking past her, knowing that soon you probably will never see her again. it’s not like she actually cares. she doesn’t ever really reach out. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t care. in fact, it killed you. even though you’ve given her every reason to think your crazy, it still just hurts.

and whenever you two DO talk, she always mentions her girlfriend. something about how falling in love in a town so beautiful is amazing blah blah blah. you cry about it a lot.

the last few days of school comes and your leaving school when she’s right infront of you, leaving out the same door. your heart pounds through your chest.. is she gonna hold the door for me? smile at me? fuck.

she reaches the door, looks behind herself, sees you, and lets the door close on you.

and after that week, school ended and she did what she promised, she moved. far far away. you didn’t find out until almost a year later but, her and her girlfriend ended up breaking up when she moved. but that didn’t make you feel better

truthfully, ellie was your first desire, thr first girl you’ve ever liked, the girl you came out to your best friend for. but that’s in the past. she’s in the past.

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[shy-nightmare]

THANK YOU!!! 🤗🤗🤗

Good morning, guys! Sooo….I have something I wanna tell you all.

Today is my birthday 🎂, and I want to take this moment to thank each and every one of you for how much you’ve done for me 🥰!

But first let me give you guys a present 🎁

That's right. MORE BABY WEASEL BOIS!!! 😍🤩😍🤩😍🤩

@weaselnerd, First off, I want to say congratulations again on your drama performance 🥳👏👏👏! I know how hard you’ve worked throughout rehearsals, and I know it takes a lot of work to prepare for the big day (or night 🤣). You were one of the first people I’ve interacted with on Tumblr besides Rainbows and Slash, and I’ll never forget how much hope you’ve given me. Every time we chat, I feel this unbridled euphoria of joy and gratitude knowing that you and the others really enjoy what I’m doing and taking the time to chat with me. And every time you DM me just to check on me, I want to cry from how unbelievably kind you are 💞. Seriously, you guys are so sweet it’s unfair! 😭😭😭 I’m lowkey OBSESSED with you artwork and art style. Deadass serious, you’ve GOT to have your own plushie business or something because it is SO FUCKING CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍!!!!! Not to mention, those voice claims you chose for your OCs are fantastic 🤩🤩🤩! Now I wanna hear Pepper sing 🎶 

BTW, I gotta ask you and Autumn something. Do you guys remember the drawings you did of my twins? With your permission, is it OK if I reblog them 👉👈? Thought I’d ask first 😁!     

@lastofautumn I truly meant what I said on Christmas 🎄. You are like the autumn season 🍂🍁🍂; your heart is as colorful as the fiery autumn leaves, as soft as a Jack-Be-Little (those are baby pumpkins, and yes they’re real 😊), and you are as loving and gentle as a fall breeze. I can see the bright, vivid colors of your soul and I can feel the warmth out of your kindness and generosity. I really hope that this post of mine (and the others) makes you smile, you too deserve love and happiness in your life 🤗 Thank you again for being your wonderful, kind-hearted self and thank you again for your patience. I am so sorry, I know I am taking forever to get your gift drawing done 😩😭😩 I’m almost done, I swear! Things are now back to being busy, and I’m a little under the weather 🤧 AGAIN.

@spookiifi You gave me another reason to love Halloween ���, because you are just so sweet like candy 🍬🍭🍬. Thank you so much for following me, and on New Year’s Day too 🥺? Oh my God, you’re spoiling me and now I must spoil you back in any way I can. Nope, you’re not talking your way out of it 😆 I would also like to say that Angel is a baddie and I stand a baddie barista 💅 She will make a fine member of the gang…just so as long as she doesn’t sneak into Adam’s room. The man is TERRITORIAL 😅 And I love how she brings love, balance and safety in Greasy’s life 💚💚💚 He may be a villain, but villains need love too. I mean, look what happened to Maleficent 💔! Thank you so much for being kind to me as well and thank you for your thoughts on my story! I’m so glad you’re enjoying my content too 🤗😁🤗!  

@heartsissopure, I know that we don’t talk much, but I just want to say that it truly means so much to me that you not only think my content is cool, but you also chose to follow me 😊😊😊 You make my heart soar and sing with such unrestrained joy whenever I see Savvy’s sweet, loving face popping up in my feed. For real, I’ve seen a LOT of your own artwork YEARS before I joined Tumblr, and I think you art style is absolutely adorable 😍😍😍! Plus, I think Savvy and Smartass would make a cute couple and I get giddy every time I spot their cute little munchkin babies 👶👼👶 And you know, I’ve figured out why your name is Heartsissopure, because your heart is as delicate as a turtledove and as pure as snow 💕❄💕

@amberfox232 Your stories of the Valiant Twins’ adventures and the weasels’ shenanigans are cracking me up 😂😂😂😂😂! For real, I can’t stop laughing. Roger’s got some serious competition, because you sure do know how to make people smile and laugh 😆 I seriously love the dynamic Kat has with our beloved boogle, and I love the AUs 💕💞💕! I wholeheartedly agree that Looney Tunes: Back in Action is severely underrated, and I have a confession. I crushed HARD on Dusty Tails since I was little 😍🤩😍 Thank you again so much for following me, and keep sharing your ideas with us! WE WANNA HEAR MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE 👏👏👏👏👏👏!!!!!!    

@trashogram A.K.A. @mantisandthemoondragon OH MY GOD!!!! Thank you so, so much for following me 😭😭😭😭! I can’t believe I got three followers on New Year’s OMG. I completely understand that we all get busy. That’s a part of life. But I want to tell you again how much you and everyone else made my life so much better since August, and I hope that you know how much you mean to me too ❤❤❤ With everything going on right now, I think we can all agree that we need friends who love and care about us as we love and care about them 🤗 You truly have opened my eyes on so many things, and you’re not afraid to speak up for what you believe in and what’s right. That takes a lot of courage ✊!  

@marinerainbow I truly hope this brings a smile to you, as well. If I am a moonbow, then you are like a rainbow 🌈 I mean, come on! It IS your name after all, and it fits you. You give so much color and life everywhere you go, and your kindness shines much brighter than all the stars born and blessed by galaxies 🌟⭐🌟 Things are really tough right now, but I want you to know that you are as beautiful, radiant, and iridescent as the rainbow ❤🧡💛💙💜 Each color is a symbol of your dazzling opalescence, and when I see the rainbow again, it’ll remind me of you. Thank you again so much for everything you’ve done for me and thank you again for being my friend 😊 You are also strong and hardworking, I believe in you 😁👍!    

@just-kit-ink A.K.A. @thatnerdgirl7 Thank you again so much for letting me draw Kitty 🤩🤩🤩! I genuinely enjoyed drawing that feisty spitfire, and I had so much fun writing that drabble 🥰 I always imagined her interacting with my OCs since I always read your fantastic roleplays with pretty much everyone else she’s met, and I’m so grateful that you helped make that happen 😊 She is a true symbol of justice and hope for all the Toons of Toontown, and that is exactly what we need ✊ Also, I can’t stop laughing at the thought of her basically willing to kidnap the girls if it means adopting them! I think I’m gonna start a custody battle against Tom at this point 😅

@slashingdisneypasta A.K.A. @wicked1will0sparkles I know that I’ve already thanked you, but I would like to take the opportunity to thank you again 😁 When I made my decision to join the WFRR/Toon Patrol community, I wasn’t there if it was gonna work. I mean, I’m not a celebrity like you and the others, and I’m not even REMOTELY popular 😂 I was so scared and anxious, but you made my fears go away. And I CANNOT describe how incredibly relieved I was when you responded to me, it felt like the weight of the world left my shoulders 😌 You, Rainbows, and Kit inspire me in every way every day, and I hope I make you happy the way you make me happy. Thank you for being you, and I hope that you know how wonderful, kind, and inspirational you are 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩!

@los-angeles-toon-patrol You guys know the show’s about to get in, so get your fluffy little asses in those seats 🤣🤣🤣! Thank you again so, so much for choosing to be a part of my life’s journey, as well. It’s an honor to have the legendary Toon Patrol of Los Angeles to stand by me as I work hard to accomplish what I want to do with my life. Honestly, I still don’t know what I want to do with my life, but I want you to know how much I cherish your sheer kindness even if you won’t admit it 😊 I’m sure you’re all very proud of yourselves, haunting me and living in my head 24/7. Greasy, I haven’t forgotten what you did 😆😂😆! And I also want you to know that I’m praying for your safety. While I understand that California has a long history of fires, this one has to be by far some of the WORST ones in history and I pray neither you nor your loved ones are injured 🙏

@imaginarytoon1 and @basiabd, I know that we don’t talk much either, but you guys have done so much for me in your own special ways 😄! I always smile whenever you two would like my posts, whether it’s a chapter, a drawing, or even my chaotic dreams 🤣 @basiabd, I’m in love with Kipper and Picket and I may or may not be plotting to snatch them under your nose hehehe 😈. Picket reminds me so much of Stu for SOME reason 🥰, and I wanna hold Kipper in my arms and tell him everything’s gonna be OK. My poor baby, why is the world so cruel to you 😭💔😭💔😭💔?!?!?! @imaginarytoon1 I hope you too enjoyed what I’ve shared so far. Since you’ve inspired my story, I figured it’d be fair if I tag you so you can receive credit 😄👍 And I’m so glad I did, because you gave me so much hope to keep going! Thank you both so much for staying true to yourselves, and I hope you have a wonderful day 🤗😄🤗!

Thank you all again so freaking much for all you have done for me, and not just because of the 500 like milestone (Bruh, I’m crying thank you thank you thank you 😭😭😭). I never thought I’d make this THIS far even after I joined Tumblr, but you have all once again proven me wrong. I cherish every single moment we had together, and I’m going to cherish more 😊 I know that it’s my birthday, but this is how I want to celebrate. By telling you guys how happy you’ve made me, and how much joy, hope, love and passion you all bring me 💗💗💗! I’m serious, what did I ever do to deserve this? The level of kindness is UNBELIEVABLE!!!! I never thought I deserve such amazing, kind, and wholesome people who’d want to be my friends. Hell, I never thought I even deserved friends. You’re gonna attack me for that, but I’m being honest. THAT’S how grateful I am for all of you 🙇‍♀️

It means so much to me that you guys enjoy my content, even the silly posts I make. And the funniest thing that ever happened is that one time I tagged you all in my baby weasel kit post, because as soon as I posted it, it went completely VIRAL 😂 I shit you not, I literally have 45 LIKES AND 7 REBLOGS. Do you have any idea how CRAZY that is??? 👁👄👁 I did not think that I’d get so many likes, or even reblogs. And all because I cured people who needed baby weasel bois. I need ‘em myself 😢

Anyway, thank you all again and I love you 💗💖💗!

Love,

Shy-Nightmare 🌙    

[brins-rogers]

Hiii!!! <333

I was wondering if you can do Azalea's opinions (+ interactions) on Frankie, Charlie and Barbara (my oc's) if that's okay with you :3

Hey, I sure can!!! Literally SAUR excited for your ask!!! Opinions and interactions below the cut bc I very much enjoy writing

Adding pre makeover Azalea and post bc i feel it’s very important for character development

Frankie:

- thru the ROOF that Johnny and Lola broke up. Even more happy that out of all people it’s someone she genuinely likes taking her place.

- Frankie and Azalea would get along considerably well, I think! Both are more nerd-esqe girls in the shop but for different reasons (Azalea to work on cars and Frankie for Johnny)

- pre-glow up Azalea and Frankie definitely hang out a lot, especially since during this time Azalea is friendly with the nerds (even if being friends with Casey conflicts that sometimes).

- you can’t tell me they wouldn’t be in each others rooms, complaining about their boy problems (mostly Azalea to Frankie who just smiles and nods too sweetly and tries to give her advice) but Azalea “omg no I can’t tell him I like him r u crazy Frankie” Collins can NEVER take the advice

- “why don’t you ever just tell Johnny you like him?” “His girlfriend is very attractive and I’m … not his type” “GIRL PLEASEEEEEEE”

- post-glow up Azalea ofc still adores Frankie, but due to her falling out with the nerds she’s worried there’s a bit of discourse now, especially since Beatrice now has a lot of resentment for her.

- ofc Azalea still wants to be friends, but doesn’t push that on Frankie considering how all of her friends now hate her (aside from the greasers) and basically looks at her from a distance like Frankie is her husband who went off to war “my shaylaaaaa” azalea whispers from afar

Charlie:

- first of all, loser-core girlies. Clock it.

- probably did NOT like each other at first. “You looked like a bitch” “yeah so did you” type beat

- they do say that’s how the best friendships are formed, after all

- Charlie most definitely is on her ass and calls her out for being a “pick me girl” once she has her little glow up and all the sudden thinks she’s hot

- “so let’s not forget where we came from, sweetie” Charlie snaps her fingers in front of her face when she’s zoning out and not paying attention to her classes

- probably actually genuinely do have a falling out their senior year because Azalea just can’t get it together and Charlie is not gonna watch her self sabotage herself. Also Azalea gets mean!! And she’s not rocking with that!!

- it’s so sad to watch them go from friends to strangers again, but when the person you know turns into someone you can’t be with … sometimes it’s best

Barbara: (prep)

- Azalea simply does NOT fw the preps under any circumstances. Originally, this applied for Barbara too. SWORE she was only using Thad bc c’mon … it’s THAD.

- definitely hesitant at first when she’s coming around and hanging out with them. Side eyes, tight lipped smiles, the whole shebang

- once she sees she’s not actually an evil, soulless person, she’s like oh!

- admires her pretty greatly, if Thad can’t tutor her she will definitely help with science/math, but English and History she’s on her own 💔

- I wouldn’t say friends, but probably acquaintances

- after her little makeover … yeah she’s not hanging out with the nerds and Barbara is hating how she’s treating them like she doesn’t know them

- Azalea is suddenly too good to talk to the people who took her in? Oh, not rocking with that at all

- Barbara stops talking to her too, probably. Two-faced coins aren’t the only thing she dislikes

Also would love just to chat and bully brainrot and HC OC’s!!

@gojosattoru

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 15 !!! AND part 16 !!!

TWO IN ONE WHAT these eps are kinda short ?? or my thoughts are idk ?? so I put them both together on one post 😬 but anyway let's go batcherssss 🤟

The Bad Batch 1x11

Crosshair you little gremlin 💕

ELENI AND HOWZER 🥺😭🥰👑

can someone please explain to me why Orn Free Taa has extra lekku, weird tiny ears and three fingers instead of four ??? mans looks like a different species 👀

"They fought for us and they have earned our respect" settle down Cham we all know you're gonna change your mind in 5 minutes hush

HERA AND CHOPPER MY BELOVEDS 💕💕💕

"uncle Gobi" 🥺

Hera watching the birds in the sky 🤲 following them with her hands 🥺

Howzer you absolute king 👑

Eleni and Gobi scheming together hehehe

I just know Eleni is SO proud of Hera 🥲 she's so much like her mom fr

"my hope is that you won't ever have to live a life like mine" ~ General Cham Syndulla ... meet General Hera Syndulla

"no take offs or landings" this is actually so adorable tho

Wrecker carrying all the weapons himself like he's only doing one trip with the groceries from the car to the house hehehe

Hera asks about the Marauder and Omega's like 'this beauty' *pat pat*

I wanna see Hunter's face watching Hera and Omega together 🥺

they're besties forever 💕

it's Hera's dream to live on a starship 😭

lmao could've had a bad batch reunion rn but Crosshair had other plans

Omega: ☝"did you know flying is about a feeling?" Tech: I have no idea what this means

Howzer being the only one to question imprisoning a child 😭

Eleni didn't even wait for the speeder to stop moving before jumping out 💅

"attempted assassination of Orn Free Taa" ??? attempted ?? did he not just die ???

The Bad Batch 1x12

"how unfortunate for your people to see your fall" LMAO Rampart I've seen s2 👀

Howzer immediately plotting to save Hera 💕

Hera and Chopper are absolute menaces and I respect them both for it

Gonky being part of the bad batch family 🤲

"you gave her our comm channel?" ~ Hunter is so done pls 😂

Tech: "children often overreact" Omega: "no we don't" YES OMEGA 🙌👑 she is so passionate and caring and loving and loyal I genuinely feel so proud of her 💕

Omega: "isn't that what soldiers do" Hunter: 😯

Wrecker @ Chopper: "what's his problem" how long do you have buddy?

Hera asking them all so desperately to save her family 😭😭😭 she has always cared so deeply

y'all I'm confused did Orn Free Taa actually survive that shot to the head? I feel like Rampart has no reason to lie about it?

they all peeking with their binoculars

Hunter's little 'let's move' gesture 🥰

Hunter hearing the droid and his sneak attack just dropping down on it 👌 bro how did you get up there so fast ??

knife knife knife knife knife knife knife kni-

Tech: "oh good" lolol

Wrecker's face when Hunter says Crosshair knows they're there 😭

Omega grabbing Hera's hand 🤲

Echo's face explaining to Hera why they're after Cham 😭😭

"I don't care about any of that, I just want my parents back" she's just a little kid in the middle of a war she doesn't understand 💔 this is too real and absolutely heartbreaking

"She's trying to save her family Hunter. I'd do the same for you" you tell him Omega 💪👑

Howzer and Crosshair staring at each other.....

Chopper and Hera having a lil chat 🥺

Omega: "he's my brother, they all are" Hera: "you're lucky" she really is 🥺

Howzer is trying so hard to protect Hera even with Cham hating on him and refusing to help save his own daughter 🙃

Omega and Hera came up with a strategic plan and now Hunter's on board 🥰

Tech is worried about them going by themselves 🥲

Echo getting caught scaling the wall: "a little help?" lmaooo

AND Hunter's little "hey" to distract the reg before pulling Echo up 💀

"I won't tell if you wont" lmao I love these two together 💕

Omega: "don't shoot down our shuttle" Tech: "wait what shuttle?!" ~ how many heart attacks does Omega want to give Tech this episode 😂

Hera blowing up an imperial refinery........ 👀

Tech: 'Omega what was that explosion?!?! Omega: hehe don't worry about it 💀

Omega: "do some damage Wrecker" Wrecker: "that I can do!" Wrecker happy makes me happy 🥰

THE TECH TURN THE TECH TURN THR TECH TURN THE RECH TUENCJDIWJXNW

Hunter telling Cham and Gobi that Hera hired them 💀

Hera: "we're getting the hang of this" Tech: "yes your dangerous and uncontrolled manoeuvring is as confusing to them as it is to us 🙂" he is so far past done with them oml 😂

Howzer 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Hunter looking back at him before they leave 😭

Howzer's whole speech in this scene 😭😭😭 it reminds me of Fives giving his pep talk to the cadets 🥲

Hunter sensing Crosshair??? and what if I never stop crying ??

my heart is breaking for Howzer I love him so bad 💔

Wrecker Omega high five 🥺

Tech teaching Hera and Omega 🤲💕

"Tech showed me how to scramble a ships signature" TECH TAUGHT HERA ONE SKILL THAT SAVED HER ASS A MILLION TIMES 😭

"keep an eye on your brothers, they need it" ~ Hera, the wisest person in the show fr

...did Chopper just say "Chopper out"

Crosshair has too many expressions to count this last scene, asking to hunt the batch down... my theory is he never had his chip removed but that venator engine fried it and it slowly stops working... we know that a lot of the chips are slowly starting to stop working in other clones, maybe its the same for Crosshair ?? so he's feeling a lot of confusion at hunting them down ?? maybe idk lol

two more down!!! my internet is still shocking and it's taking me like an hour to watch each ep bc of all the buffering 🥲 but anywayyy thank yalls for joining 💕💕💕

[megidonitram]

Everyone's Running From Something (ch.2)

A Baldur's Gate 3 University Professor AU

Rating: M

Quick Summary: Astarion and Gale are two University English professors precariously mentoring a troubled 19-year-old and falling in love.

💖Main Pairing : BloodWeave,(Astarion/Gale) 💕Side Pairings: Shadowheart/Nocturne, Karlach/Dammon, Wyll/The Dark Urge, Tav/Tav 💔Past Pairings: Gale/Mystra, Astarion/Sebastian, Astarion/Tav

&lt;== Previous Chapter | Master List | Ao3 | Next Chapter =>

**Please see Master List Entry for Full Content Warnings**

⏰Chapter Warning⏰

Institutional discrimination against a person with a mental disability | sexual coercion | implied: self-harm | referenced: suicide attempt | referenced: involuntary commitment | referenced: murder.

Gale was happy to share an office with someone, even if Astarion didn’t seem too thrilled about it. Having another soul haunting the space made him feel slightly less lonely.

Minsc stuck around for a little while to help shelve books and chat about students. It turned out that both of the English department’s graduating seniors were into martial sports. Wyll (Spelled with a ‘y’) Ravengard was an English and secondary education major and was the captain of the school’s fencing team, and Lae’zel -Minsc couldn’t recall her last name- was a sports communications and exercise science double major with an English minor wrestled, kick-boxed, and did jiu-jitsu (she seemed like she was going to be incredibly intense).

Minsc didn’t bring up Xenia again, and Gale didn’t ask, even if he was desperately curious. Because she deserved the dignity of meeting new people without letting her past actions color their perception of her. After all, it wasn’t like she was dangerous. Surely, they wouldn’t let her back on campus if that was the case.

An hour or so went by, and Minsc had to leave for a meeting, and Astarion still hadn’t returned. Gale hoped everything was okay. He seemed genuinely angry when he left. Shadowheart had made an off-handed comment about how Astarion was department chair because he was a “law school type who refused to lose even the pettiest argument,” but this seemed like a far more intense situation than just squabbling over a textbook requirement.

Gale tried logging on to his work computer to see if his credentials were active yet- nothing. Six days out from the start of class, and he still didn’t have access to a work email or his class roster… maybe he should get Astarion to yell at someone in IT next.

The heat kicked on, and the naked air vent overhead made a shrill grinding noise and shuttered as it belched rubber-scented hot air into the room. That was unpleasant. Gale tried to distract himself by arranging things on his desk, but all he could think about was how many fewer picture frames he had to put out now. He had never considered this aspect of divorce before… how many of his family photos he couldn’t bear to look at anymore. He had precisely three pictures now: the old Sears portrait of his parents they’d used for his dad’s obituary, a popsicle stick and pom-pom framed picture of his niece on a zipline at summer camp, and a picture of his cat Tara as a kitten curled up cozy in the dirty linen basket. He would have to ask his sister to look through her family photos to see if she’d kept any without Mystra in them.

“I… um- did Dr. Ancunín change offices?”

Gale nearly jumped out of his skin- he hadn’t even heard the door to the stairwell open. He looked up to see a young woman with a jagged scar across one cheek and the blackest eyes Gale had ever seen slumped tentatively in the doorway like she thought she might be trespassing. She was sickly pale with long dark hair thrown into a half-hazard lopsided bun on the top of her head and her right arm secured firmly against her abdomen in a mesh grey shoulder sling.

“No! no, this is still his office. We’re just sharing the space.”  Gale replied. “I’m Dr. Dekarios.” He stood to shake her hand, reaching out with the wrong hand and quickly correcting.

The young woman gave him a suspicious look as if she expected him to already know who she was. “Xenia…” She said flatly. “Do you know when he’s going to be back?”

“I think he should be back shortly.” Gale checked his watch- he’d have to be back soon; they were supposed to be at a staff meeting in 30 minutes. “You’re welcome to wait here for him- unless it’s something I can help you with.”

“It’s not,” Xenia replied. She sat down in the plastic chair in front of Astarion’s desk and started scrolling through something on her phone.

Gale tried not to take her short answers personally. It didn’t seem like she was in a particularly good headspace. “Xenia’s a pretty name. Greek, isn’t it?” He felt weird just ignoring her, especially since he had nothing else he could be doing right now.

She gave him a long, blank stare before she answered. “I guess. I haven’t thought about my name much- my father named me, and he’s… ah, not around to ask.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Gale said. “Were the two of you close?”

Xenia’s lips upturned in disgust. She looked past Gale to study the cracks in the wall’s plaster, and he sensed he made a horrible mistake even before she spoke. “I killed my father.” The words were as casual as if she were commenting on the weather “Stabbed him in the neck with a box cutter.”

Gale laughed nervously, at first thinking -hoping even- that she was just making a bad attempt at a dark joke. But she just watched him with a bored malaise, as if this was a story she’d told a hundred times and was very tired of telling it.

The horror of her confession slowly started to set in.

***

Astarion took the steps up to the administration building two at a time. Most of the administration was housed in the only original building on campus: a large pink granite monolith with some vaguely Grecian architectural flourishes that was meant to evoke the splendid “grandeur” of higher education- though now it mainly just served to make sure people where out of breath when they came to sort out their finances. The building unsettled him. The whole place creaked and groaned at the slightest movement, like it was going to fall apart under his weight at any given moment.

He threw open the heavy oak doors at the main entrance, but his theatrics were met with dead silence. Most of the hourly staff hadn’t returned from their holiday break, so the main floor was empty, and the ancient elevator in the back of the building was still out of order, so Astarion had to climb the narrow staircase up the provost’s office on the third floor. Astarion knew for a fact he would be here by now -the fucking micromanager wouldn’t take a day off to save his life- he could smell his cologne underneath the antique smell of wood lacquer.

The secretary at the front desk perked up a bit as Astarion crested the stairs but her smile strained when she realized it was him. “Astarion, how are you today?” She asked. Her voice was just a touch too loud, like she was trying to warn someone in the other room that he was here.

“I’m just fine, Korrilla.” Astarion snapped as he stormed past her into the bank of offices beyond.

“Oh, Raphiel isn’t available right-” Slam!

Astarion burst into the provost’s office before she could finish her sentence. Raphael swiveled around in his desk chair, his office phone pressed to his ear, looking miffed but not the least bit surprised to see Astarion standing in front of him. He held up a finger bidding Astarion to wait as he spouted a series of ‘yes’s, ‘no’s, and ‘understood’s to whoever was on the other line.

Astarion leaned over and pressed the phone’s switch hook, disconnecting the call.

“You’re certainly wasting no time to start being a nuisance this semester, Dr. Ancunín.” Raphael spat as he slammed the phone’s handset back into its cradle. He was seething, but he’d never willingly admit it. “Could you not even wait for classes to start?”

Astarion ignored him. “Why was Xenia Bellona’s petition for deferment rejected?”

Raphael paused, an amused smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth for a split second. He evidently thought this was going to be about office space. “I’m afraid that’s proprietary information.”

Astarion slammed his fist down on Raphael’s desk hard enough to make his computer monitor rattle. “Is it proprietary, or do you not have a good excuse for forcing a 19-year-old girl to come back to school less than a month after she was involuntarily committed?”

“Now, Dr. Ancunín, there’s no need to let passions run so hot.” Raphael seized back control over the conversation, tutting at Astarion like he was a belligerent child. “You’ve been in academia for a very long time, surely this isn’t your first pet lost cause.”

It was all Astarion could do not to lunge across the desk. “So, she’s not giving you the marketable little success story you were promised, and you’re going to hang her out to dry.”

“Not at all. Miss Bellona still has access to every mental health resource Balduran University has to offer, but she isn’t entitled to any special treatment from the administration just because she’s had a hard go of it.”

Astarion ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth. “Deferring a student's education because they are seeking mental health treatment isn’t special treatment.”

“I agree with you, and if Miss Bellona had presented disability services with a documented history of mental health struggles, we likely could have done more for her. Unfortunately, without documentation, my hands are tied.”

That was a fucking lie. Part of the appeal of private universes was that they were far less beholden to the public in their decision-making, so it was much easier to bend the rules. “Does a 5150 form not count as documentation?”

 “You would have to yell at disability services for a more comprehensive answer, but I believe it counts as a point of history, but not a documented history,” Raphael replied.

“Couldn’t an involuntary commitment infer a history of mental health concerns?”

“In some circumstances, I’m sure it would.”

“But not this one?”

“She is more than welcome to contest the decision if she feels she has been wrong, but you do not have any right or responsibility to be demanding things on her behalf.” Raphael spat, looking down his nose at Astarion. “If you wanted to be anything more than that girl’s English professor, you shouldn’t have dropped out of law school.”

Astarion bristled but regained his composure, quickly seizing on that little pearl of knowledge Raphael had let slip. “Excellent. Can you let me know what steps she needs to take to make a contentment? Better yet, why don’t you get me whatever forms she needs to fill out, and I’ll take them to her.”

“Dr. Ancunín, that’s hardly necessary. If she has a problem with the administration’s decision, she can tell us herself.” Raphiel turned to his computer and pretended to browse his email.

“Is it not pertinent job information? Shouldn’t I know how the school’s bureaucratic channels work? What if I have another student in the future who has questions?”

Raphael glared up at him. “If I email you the paperwork, will you get out of my office?”

“Hmm… no.” Astarion pretended to mull the question over in his head for a moment. “I think you’d better print it out for me, actually. We wouldn’t want that email to get conveniently lost, would we? I’d hate to have to come all the way back up here.”

Raphael let out a long-beleaguered sigh and leaned back in his chair. “One of these days, your doggedness will land you in one hell of a pot of hot water.”

“So, you keep telling me.” Astarion dismissed him. “Should I expect Korrilla to get those forms printed out for me or…”

“I’ll have her get those to you shortly… though I must say I’m not inclined to let you think you can just burst into my office -interrupt my work- and get exactly what you want out of me without giving anything in return.”

Astarion’s skin prickled as Raphael’s eyes roamed over his body. He crossed his arms over his chest. He knew Raphael wasn’t in this for the thrill- this was far from their first rodeo- to him, this was just another avenue for exerting his control. “I’d hardly say I’m getting exactly what I want… I mean, I wouldn’t be here at all if you’d just-”

“I won’t ask for anything right now. I simply want a favor I can cash in at my leisure.” That was, in fact, much worse than if he’d just forced him to do something right now; he could hold this over his head for years.

“What kind of favor?” He knew he wouldn’t get him to admit anything out loud, not so bluntly.

“Nothing bigger than you can handle, I assure you.”

“I could just figure out the back channels myself, you know.”

“You could certainly try, but you know as well as I do that bureaucracy is a finicky thing. There’s no guarantee you’d get it right.”

Astarion set his jaw. “Fine. One favor and you personally oversee this appeal.”

“I will do my utmost best to ensure this university serves Miss Bellona to the best of its abilities.”

[nekomimithoughts]

hey neko, i've been reading your recent posts and i'm sorry to see all this happened to you 💔 you deserve sm better. what exactly happened between you and the guy, if you don't mind me asking? seems like a huge fuckup on his part :/

Oh well. Long story.

Met someone online, we chatted for two months on and off before meeting, and got along great. I was really careful not to trust someone too easily or fast but he was consistent and respectful and genuine, or seemed so, we had a lot in common, I always felt completely accepted and appreciated no matter what I told him about me. He seemed to have a lot of integrity. We also shared a lot of kinks and interests and outlooks on relationships. He matched my dream partner in so many ways but I didn't want to believe at first I could be so lucky, and told him I'm just looking for a queer friend to go out with to parties (we are both bi). He didn't pressure me for anything.

When we first met, I had planned to just meet for a few hours, chat and maybe let him give me a massage. We chatted about nerd topics and I found myself very, very attracted to him in person, I couldn't help myself escalating it and asking him for more and more, which he happily complied with as he was also very attracted to me, and we ended up having amazing sex all evening, night and morning, with lots of cuddling and heart to hearts in between and I couldn't help but bare my soul so easily, which very very very rarely happens to me irl with someone. I've never experienced such a connection to a man especially not so easily or fast and I never had sex that felt so amazing and meaningful either.

Right after, we chatted everyday and couldn't wait to see each other again, there was a lot of affection, horniness and soul bearing mixed together in our messages. I felt like it was a bit of a mutual obsession but it also felt very easy and light like we had known each other for ages. For the first time I wasn't scared to just be completely authentic and vulnerable. We communicated very well about what we like, need, enjoy, how we feel, etc. I was very happy, especially whenever we could meet and he would absolutely shower me in attention and affection. I felt that we had mutual feelings.

He did tell me he had a gf the day we met and a rough outline of how their relationship works, I already new before that he's poly, he said she isn't but that she doesn't mind him dating and that we could hang out together too and he'd like us to meet. I have friends that poly works out well for and I genuinely didn't mind and was ready to meet her, even though it was very new for me to have him sit next to me on the phone with her and tell her about how his date with me is going. It seemed like they got it figured out and that he was very transparent so I didn't worry.

It took me a few weeks to realise I was falling in love with him, and it was around the same time I realised that he suddenly started to act weird and distant and I felt like he was honest before but now he was keeping something from me. I called him out on it. He told me he's been throwing his principles over board with me and things feel different with me than with his usual casual dates, more intense and like he's lacking control over himself when it comes to me and he needs some time to figure that out. I didn't really know how to act and we started to only talk about everyday things, every few days. So i thought he might be falling for me too but has attachment issues kick in. Things were feeling more normal again and I started to be flirty with him again and he flirted back but still acted strange.

A few days later he confessed that he had had a fight with his gf over me (who had for some reason not taken up any of the chances to meet me that I/we offered) because he broke a rule/boundary they have established, with me, and that she felt upset and betrayed. That he feels guilty for fucking up and loves her, doesnt want to lose her but really likes me too and doesnt want to lose me either. I responded that I don't want to come in between them but I'm falling in love with him and don't want to lose him. He said he wants to talk to her and try to find a solution that makes all of us happy.

Then a few hours later he texted me that after talking to her he decided to cut contact with me, that I did nothing wrong but it's for the best, and that he'd block me if I tried to contact him again. My heart broke. That was the worst case.

I still sent him a last message with everything burning on my soul and he gave a strangely polite and compassionate answer, thanking me for the message, that he's sorry I have to suffer due to his mistake, and that we could talk about my open questions. But after that I never heard from him again and he didn't open my message asking when we could talk. I know I won't hear from him again.

First I just felt that I lost a great match, friend and person, almost a soul-mate and grieved him. But now I know he still posts date offers after what just happened and still calls himself single on the kinky dating site and his gf "a friend" and I know both is a lie. So wtf is he doing. And how much of what I thought was real with him was fake. Idk. I just know that after taking ages to be able to trust and open up to someone he crushed my trust. Again.

[promiscuouspomegranate]

The Fish Cries Too

Reader x Ezra

TWs: Reader suffers from severe depression, bullying, suicide attempt, vomiting, mutual obsession(ish), forced kissing, kidnapping (?), and angst. THIS IS DARK !!!

(… democracy asked for a new male character and damn.. he’s definitely a character!! This got a little rushed toward the end and I’m sorry 💔)

I dipped my red Converse in the murky, muddy pond as my hollow eyes examined the playful, pink petals of the waterlilies. Baggy black denim jeans stuck to my skin as I sloshed through cattails and schools of brown-gold carp. The water rose to my midriff, and melancholic moonlight guided me to a floating cardboard box. Trembling hands seized the package and carried it above the water. I vaguely remember setting it down on the grass before my body failed me–slipping to a dreamless slumber in the woods.

.

The song of the mourning dove and the sunlight poking above the treetops caused my eyes to open. I weakly reached my hand out to the cardboard box and softly smiled. What mattered was that Dad’s present was safe; I didn’t care about anything else. I rubbed my head and stirred to my feet–a migraine formed, and I felt sick.

I ambled across uneven ground covered in flat rocks, smashed cans of beer, and dogwood branches. I stepped across the small creek and tripped up the dirt mound. Thorns stabbed my skin, and I bit the inside of my cheek. I jerked away and muttered curses, grabbing the cardboard box. I saw the outline of my home enlarging until I was at the broken wooden fence.

I balanced the box above my head and was careful not to step on rusted nails. My head throbbed as I opened the sliding glass door, waking up my little brother–who insisted on sleeping on the couch in the basement. His curly hair shot up from his train pillowcase, and his wide eyes locked with mine.

“Did it happen again,” His gentle voice yawned and then questioned, “Why do they–”

“It’s a silly prank. It’s what friends do to each other,” I smiled as he approached me, holding his fuzzy teddy bear, “They’re only joking, don’t worry.”

“Charlie doesn’t play with me like that,” He hugged my leg, “Why are they meanies?”

“You’ll laugh at it when you’re older,” I patted his head, “When you’re my age, everyone is mean.”

I guided him back to the red couch and tucked him back in. I waited for him to fall asleep before I went upstairs. I set the damp box on the kitchen counter and taped Dad’s birthday card. He wanted a new fishing rod for his birthday to take on his boat; I found a used one and refurbished it.

I muttered as I wandered down the hallway and opened my bedroom door. I saw my chipped phone screen glowing and hesitated to grab it. I felt something hot burn my throat and scrolled through seemingly endless notifications from the latest hate group chat. Highlights consisted of Ezra calling me ‘Fisheyes’–a nickname that used to be endearing–and videos of my friend Lenore protecting my battered, unconscious body from getting injured any further.

I replayed the video a few times, carefully examining the change in Ezra’s behavior when the fight was broken up. If I hadn’t known him, I would’ve assumed he was a bystander. How fortunate I was that nobody knew Ezra the way Lenore and I did.

I blocked the numbers and turned off my phone. I rested my head on a pillow and stared at the upholstered headboard. I traced my hands along the design and thought about the pond. Memories of playing with Ezra in the water and grabbing fish flooded my mind. I was far too weak to suppress the memories of childhood friendship, and the ringing in my ear reminded me of the Sunday church bell.

“We used to draw together in first grade; in second grade, we played house,” I muttered and felt tears trickle down my cheek, “Now, you wish I were dead.”

A thousand thoughts of suicide entered my mind, but only one remained. I thought it would be rather poetic to drown myself in the pond I spent most of my life around. Perhaps, if there was an afterlife, I could watch Ezra’s smug face crumble into a hallowing emptiness. I almost felt the water filling my lungs as my face paled and something rose from my throat. I stumbled to the trash can in my room, and stomach acid spilled from my chapped lips.

“Sorry,” I breathlessly mumbled to whatever divine being was watching, “I won’t think like that anymore.”

I wiped my face with crumpled tissues and pulled my hair back. The nausea finally cleared, and I felt slightly relieved. Footsteps approached my door, and I gently smiled when I saw my dad’s face. Thoughts of sorrow melted from my mind when I saw a toothy grin.

“Shucks, kid. You did well this year,” He heartily laughed and wandered inside my room, “Say, Mr. Borrego and his son, you might’ve heard of him, Ezra.”

He paused for comedic effect and expected me to laugh. I managed to fake amusement.

“Anyway, we were all going out on the boat, just us lads. But, I think it’d be best to bring my favorite kid with me on my birthday trip,” He patted my shoulder and grinned, “You have the honor of receiving my old rod.”

“I can’t fish, though,” I felt nauseous again and resisted the urge to cry, “I shouldn’t go.”

“Ezra can show you how, fisheyes,” He winked, “Besides, I’ve heard from Mr. Borrego a certain someone can’t stop speaking about you.”

“How lovely,” I weakly muttered.

.

Dad was wasted, and Mr. Borrego was rambling to him about how, in his glory days, he caught thirteen catfish from a single river to impress his buddies.

“I could catch a catfish anytime today, y’know what I mean,” My dad howled with laughter, and Mr. Borrego copied, “Y / N ‘s mother was the only fish for me. What lovely scales she had.”

“Her hands weren’t that callused,” is what I wanted to say, but I knew better than to argue with my dad.

“How I’d love to say something about my wife, but I know Ezra would immediately proclaim it to his mother. Such a mama’s boy, it took him ages to stop cozying up between us in bed when he had a nightmare,” Mr. Borrego took a sip of his beer then pointed at Ezra, “Didn’t you always say it was clowns?”

“Can you cut it out,” Ezra sighed, and his hand tightened on his fishing rod.

“Don’t want to embarrass your son in front of my kid now, Joaquin,” My dad’s eyes locked with Ezra’s, “Lord knows he’ll throw a fit the way he used to all those years ago.”

Silence permeated the salty ocean air, and the gray-blue waves rocked the boat. The soft song of the water made me yawn as my dad looked at me and then over to Ezra.

“I’ll drop you two off at the shore,” He hummed and slowly stood up, “You kids don’t need to listen to us drunk adults ramble anymore.”

“Thank God, I can finally fucking leave this shitbox,” Ezra muttered loud enough for me to hear, “Fucking hate it here.”

I felt frightened and approached my father, who was steadily cruising the old boat towards the docks.

“I want to stay here,” I tugged his blue flannel and whispered, “I don’t want to be alone with Ezra. Dad, I've wanted to tell you for a while–”

“Relax, I know you two kids have the hots for each other,” He stupidly grinned at me, “I know you’re nervous to make a move because I know you. Trust me, Ezra’s dad can’t keep a single secret about his son. The boy is a little more than head over heels.”

Protesting seemed pointless; who was I to ruin my dad’s birthday with silly complaints about fears? Besides, Ezra never laid a hand on me personally; it was always his friends. ‘It was fine,’ the words echoed in my head as the motor’s noise softened. ‘It was fine,’ formed in my throat as my sandals nearly fell off my feet when I stepped on the jagged, algae-covered rocks.

“Don’t get into too much trouble, kids,” Mr. Borrego called out as the motor loudly started.

“We’ll be fine,” my eyes and mouth said.

When the boat was far enough, I looked at Ezra.

“I’ll leave,” The words quickly fell off my tongue, and I attempted to ease the tension, “Just tell them I wasn’t feeling good.”

“No thanks, fisheyes,” Ezra smiled and stepped closer, “You scared or something?”

I was at the edge of the rocks and could feel Ezra's amusement. Yet, it didn’t matter anymore. The waves reflected the pale moonlight, and I saw my face shatter and reform in them.

“You think I’d actually hurt you or something? It’s my birthday gift to your fatass dad,” He laughed and tilted his head, “Oh, forgot you’ve always been obsessed with your dad. Don’t yell at me, please.”

The water called to me like a siren, and I felt an overwhelming urge to

Dive.

The frigid ocean water shocked my body as I opened my eyes. They stung with salt, and I felt hysteria overwhelm common sense. I jammed my foot inside the rocks and felt a delightful pain overcome my ankle. I crammed it further until it was stuck and felt relief sweep over my body. The ocean was no pond, but it was death–how could I complain about my wish?

A year, hour, minute, or second passed–it didn’t matter. I felt my lungs override my hysteric state and could hear Ezra’s hoarse shouting from the surface.

‘Fisheyes,’ I thought, ‘I bet his eyes are wider than mine. I loved Ezra’s eyes; they were always prettier than mine. Emerald green with thick, dark eyelashes. They sparkled when they looked at me.’

.

Warm and cold, then warm once more–the cycle of the ocean and my relationship with Ezra. I thought it’d finally freeze over; I thought he wanted me to die.

“Liar,” I threw up water and seafood dinner. My voice croaked out another, “Liar.”

An overwhelming sensation of pain that was too profound to protest any treatment consumed my nerves.

“You’re fucking insane,” Ezra smacked me across the face and clenched my soaked t-shirt, “You’re actually fucking insane.”

“Part of me hoped you’d save me,” I felt my eyes close and smiled, “I mainly wished you let me die.”

“I wish you fucking died. You’re ruining my life,” He muttered and let go of my shirt, “I hate you.”

“Why, Ezra?”

“Because you’re always on my mind, fucking fisheyes. I can’t focus on anything but you; it ruins my day to see you happy when you don’t even know the lengths I go to.”

“You’re lying. I fucking hate it when you lie.”

A chill crept down my spine when he cupped my face. His emerald eyes were wider than my own when our lips pressed. He crammed his tongue into my mouth, and I felt like vomiting again.

“Lenore always got in the way whenever I got you weak enough to do this,” He wiped his mouth, “Fucking bitch, why are you two still friends?”

“Lenore doesn’t get her friends to beat the shit out of me and doesn’t have fantasies of molesting me.”

“I bet I was your first kiss.”

Stomach acid crept into my throat, and I started to sob.

“Calling my dad and telling him you got tired. I’m taking you back to my place,” Ezra left my cold body on the rocks and cocked his head, “You look like shit.”

“I tried to kill myself,” I laughed and felt hysterical, “You want me to go back with you after this? I’ll throw myself back in the water.”

“Gives me another opportunity to tongue you,” Ezra smirked and grabbed my neck as he called his dad.

“They’re fatigued, Dad,” He stared at me, “I’m taking them back to our place; it’s closer. Besides, Mom loves to see Y / N. No, I– Shut up. I’m leaving now, bye.”

“I fucking hate you, Ezra,” My lip quivered, and I felt frigid.

“Cry it out,” He picked me up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

[brrrkdslek]

BILLION BENEFITS!

✦ 019 — HEART BEEN BROKE SO MANY TIMES😔💔

you stood at the door of your office, taking a deep breath before stepping in, "hey-"

jongho stood frozen as san charged at you, "OH MY GOD- WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'HEY', WHERE WERE YOU!?"

"WHAT'S GOING ON, M/N!?!?" yunho joined san as the two sandwiched you in questions and hugs.

you break away from them, rubbing your temple in frustration. the three watch as you took the folder on your desk and scanned the documents before speaking again,

"listen, it's complicated but i'll explain later when i—" suddenly the office doors burst open, revealing none other than ms shin kyung.

"hey honey!" she pushed pass the two boys and latched herself onto you, pulling you down for a kiss. you pulled away in shock, but saying nothing.

the three boys stiffen as san watched your jaw clench, knuckles turning white from how hard you were squeezing your fists.

yunho stared at you in disbelief, "m/n, what's going on...?" he was about to walked towards you when san held him back, eyes screaming in anger.

kyung scoffed, "didn't you hear? me and m/n are dating!" she squealed, rubbing herself all over you. you furrowed your eyebrows as you avoided the sharp glares of your friends.

"um... i need you guys to step outside for a while, this is private." you said in a hushed tone as you heard san's loud gasp, yunho holding his hand over his mouth next to him. you internally thanked jongho for pulling the two boys out of the room.

the three stood in silence outside the office before san broke the ice, "okay, i can't do this. i need to know what they're talking about!" san marched at the door, putting his ear on it.

"yah! there's a reason m/n told us to wait outside, you can't just-" before jongho could finish, yunho ran towards san and listened in with him.

jongho sighed as the two gestured for him to follow, which he did.

"i did what you asked, is it paid off now?"

"wait what debt??" yunho whispered in confusion as they listened, piled on top of each other vertically.

she laughed annoyingly, "why of course! you can even check yourself!" she said cockily as she slid a burner phone across the coffee table, showing chat messages between the collectors.

"alright, we're done here. you can leave."

she scoffed, "what? no we are not, unless you want your sweet little wooyoung's life to fall apart."

"i wouldn't do that if i were you."

she stiffens at your sudden burst of confidence, "and why is that?"

"because i have enough evidence to put you behind bars?"

"hah, like i'd believe you. you're not capable of doing so much in a span of not even two weeks."

"am i?" you took the folder and spilled the documents out, revealing pictures, articles and letters regarding crimes she's committed.

she relaxed for a moment before leaning back into the couch, "you're dumb for showing me this cause i can just take everything and burn it–"

"sweetheart do you really think i don't have extra?" you waved the small usb at your hand before sliding it back into your breast pocket.

you smile in victory as you stood up, smoothing out your coat. "i'll see you in court, ms shin." you almost burst out laughing at how her face dropped. she scrambled at your feet as she begged, almost crying.

"no, please! we- we can work something out—"

"you threaten innocent lives, force me into a non consensual relationship and still want to ask for a deal?" your expression shows clear disgust as she cowers on the ground.

you opened the door as the three boys fell on top of each other, "after you, ms shin." she gripped the carpet in anger before running out of the office in tears.

"OH MY GOD? WHAT WAS THAT M/N!?!?" yunho griped your collar as he jumped in excitement.

"THAT WAS SO COOL, WE NEED TO CELEBRATE!!!" san said, holding yunho's hands in his as the two jumped up and down.

"how about we let m/n explain before we do literally anything?" jongho sweat-dropped as you sat at the couch of the coffee table.

"you guys might wanna sit down for this."

<PREV𖤐NEXT>

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[buzbu]

I’m watching ‘Ladybug and Chat Noir: Awakening’ (you can watch a really bad quality bootleg recording on most pirating sites right now), these are my reactions while I’m watching . A lot of the points won’t make sense unless you’ve seen it too I’m sorry 😭

If you don’t want to watch the movie but want a vague idea of the plot, here u go

⚠️NEW MIRACULOUS MOVIE SPOILERS⚠️

- master fu is soo dramatic

- THIS IS A MUSICAL???

- whoever the singer is for marinette sounds so noticeably different to her it is throwing me off

- the character designs are so cute

- brand placement: 1

- Adrien is brooding so hard with his headphones. I bet he’s listening to something emo

- omg gabriel agreste backstory right away

- Luka cameo

- whyd they make plagg a fart monster

- there are more than 4 background character designs this is crazy

- whyd they make gabe kinda fine

- gabes first musical number as hawkmoth is so insanely Dr Facilier

- they made him such a good villain omfg I’m actually rooting for him he’s got the whole ‘a villain who would sacrifice the world to save her’ thing going for him

- oooo they have the mime villain from season 1 (?), and they are actually showing how op his power is. He could create literally anything and he just made a wall and a gun, he couldve done so much more. They did him justice they made him kinda fine too very Danny Bailey from Schmigadoon

- chat noir calling himself a sidekick is my villain origin story

- didn’t know how much I needed an action montage with a rock cover of the miraculous ladybug song until now

- a slither of adrienette in the montage

- brand placement: 2

- I’m an hour in and chat noir hasnt called ladybug milady ONCE

- oh my god they have the play fighting trope where they end up pinning eachother against a wall this is so them

- I don’t think the songs are very movie like, the words are pronounced like radio songs so you can’t really understand what they’re saying a lot of the time without captions (I don’t have captions 💔)

- the romance feels a lil rushed. Because they spent the first half hour almost exclusively on marinette and setting up her character/insecurities/etc and all the romantic development was in a montage. Now there’s a love song and theyre in love and it feels very underdeveloped to be at this stage already

- this song is cute though I can’t make out the majority of the words but in-love ladynoir content has my heart

- no marichat so far . Waiting patiently

- they haven’t set the love square up to its full potential 💔💔

- ok nevermind they kind of have, ladybug rejected chat noir for adrien, she asked adrien out and he rejected her for ladybug. But there has been no ladybug + adrien interactions or chat noir + marinette interactions yet

- omg gabriel adrien angst omg gabe is so much less of a dislikable character, they actually gave him some depth . Adrien is full on yelling at Gabriel and gabe actually looks like he cares about his son

- this bootleg is terrible quality but even with the bad quality the quality is so obviously good

- I’ve gotten used to the marinette singing voice and now I just love it

- this movie is so dramatic with the love songs and songs about insecurities, I feel like it’s that movie ladybug made fun of in the show

- GABE AKUMATISED HIMSELF AND ITS SO COOL THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT WEIRD IPAD VILLAIN HE WAS IN THE SHOW

- adrien just said ‘the less interested you are, the more they run after you 😒’ because ladybug called him for help after she rejected him😭😭😭😭 bro rlly said all girls are the same

- idk if this bootleg is just clipped together but it keeps randomly turning french with no subtitles and it’s confusing me so much. I don’t know french, why must they be in paris

- these boss fights are so well animated

- chat noir is so bitter god damn

- ladynoir angst but it’s actually high stakes im loving this

- LADYBUG SAVE YOUR CAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING

- SHE LET HIM FALL WHAT

- gabe just turned the water they fell in into lava this is crazy

- they just turned french again I have no idea what they’re saying

- MARINETTE / HAWKMOTH SHOWDOWN

- nevermind

- I’m sorry marinette would pick this dialogue to shreds it’s so corny

- GOT THE TINIEST SLITHER OF MARICHAT I AM HAPPY

- YES YES YES GABRIEL FORCED TO FACE THE FACT THAT ADRIEN IS CHAT NOIR

- HES SELF REFLECTING!!! REALISING EVERYTHING HE DID WAS INSANE AND HURT ADRIEN WHEN HE TOLD HIMSELF HE WAS HELPING HIM. THIS IS WHAT THE SEASON 5 FINALE SHOULDVE BEEN

- THIS IS PERFECT

- this is what ppl wanted for the show . adrien being resentful at first, Gabriel hit in the face with his own guilt and mistakes, having a genuine moment of self reflection, adrien forgiving him and gabe changing instead of getting his wish and being remembered as a hero, plus all of paris finding out hawkmoth was Gabriel, etc. I love this

- brand placement: 3

- omg there’s a masquerade ball everyone looks so good

- so marinette knows that adrien is chat noir but he doesn’t know shes ladybug yet ? That better change in the next 2 minutes

- HE KNOWS!

- marinette is so pretty I’m actually so happy with this

- OHHHH NATALIE VILLAIN ARC ????

- oh theyre talking in french again I have no idea what this ending means

FINAL THOUGHTS!

obvs it isn’t canon but I love this adaptation. The superpowers are portrayed as powerful as they actually are, there’s more drama and angst which I needed, the timeline is VERY different to the show. Marinette stands up for herself to chloe the same day that ladybug and chat noir reveal their identities, so it’s like the origins episode of season 1 mixed with one of the various identity reveals from season 4. Also she’s not friends with any of her class other than alya, adrien and nino, so it’s also kind of pre-origins vibes. Idk, it was really good and I can’t wait to watch it in better quality, with captions, and without ads playing every half hour

Also I’m forever thankful that there was no lila rossi storyline