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ROTBTD//Jackunzel//Quick holiday warm up 🎄
Rapunzel vs the Forces of Evil
pepsi girl
when u still have jackunzel drafts to get rid of
also ps i love pepsi
Hey I sorta know you and my roommate just brought home a stranger and they’re going at it pretty hard can I stay here please
“Nice pajamas.”
Rapunzel blinked and looked up in bemusement at the pair of blue eyes in the doorway. She took a swig of her Pepsi before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She knew what she was wearing, and didn’t need to look down to note his comment about her rainbow unicorn flannel pajama bottoms and flimsy white tank top. Thank God she had grabbed a bra before leaving her room.
Thank. God.
“Thanks,” she finally said as she curled under the mass of her blanket. Her eyes landed on her wriggling socked toes. She had forgotten to grab slippers on the way out. God forbid. “I picked them out myself.”
The boy looked altogether familiar, and she was sure she’d seen him around pretty often. He had stark white hair–it’d be difficult not to take notice of him, but they had never introduced themselves, never gone further than “Wait, hold the elevator.”
He moved forward into the ice room, eyeing her with amusement before landing in front of the Pepsi vending machine. Digging out some coins from his pockets, he plucked them in before wriggling out a bottle of Pepsi for himself. “It’s kind of late.”
“Is that why you’re buying a bottle of soda?”
“Is that why you’re drinking one?”
Rapunzel shrugged, smiling softly. “Well, my options were very limited.”
He looked to the vending machines. “Seems like a great variety, if you ask me.”
“I had trouble choosing between a Pepsi or sleeping next to my roommate having sex with a stranger,” she said nonchalantly. She picked at the label of her bottle, eyes focused on it for a split second and noting the low amount of sugar left, before meeting his. “So you can see how I thought Pepsi was the better option.”
The boy tilted his head with a strange look before snorting with laughter. “You’re right. Pepsi was the best option.” He grinned toothily before handing her the bottle. “Here.”
She raised a brow. “I have one.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Take it. You’re almost finished with that.”
A flush sprinkled across her cheeks. “I can’t take this. You bought it for yourself.”
“Take it. I insist. You need something to keep you up while you’re in the waiting room. Unfortunately, I can’t keep you company all night. I have an assignment due early in the morning.” He crouched to meet her eye level and then dropped the bottle into her lap. His hands reached out to pat her gently on the cheeks. She flinched. He laughed apologetically, “Sorry. You just look so… Like a little lost puppy or something.”
She frowned. “You mean, pathetic.”
He smiled, tilting this head. “No. More like cute.” He sighed before getting up and stretching out his limbs. His feet padded their way towards the entrance. “Anyway. I gotta get going. Good luck with your roommate.”
“But your Pepsi–”
“Like I said–keep it,” he grinned. Then he turned and waved the back of his hand as he exited the room, “Besides, I’m more of a Dr. Pepper kind of guy.”
It wasn’t until a few moments later when she had crawled into the safety of her bed after she was sure to clear way of any naked bodies or sexual escapades and after she had safely tucked the still-not-opened bottle of Pepsi into her fridge, that she had realized he’d never even bought himself a drink.
Nor did she catch his name.
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Another commission! This Jackunzel piece was for @petalsofivory. It was super fun to do. :D
Hello yes hi I know you think this fandom is dying but I'm still alive!!! I love this fandom and I love your writing so so much! Even if you stop writing for the fandom tho, please keep on writing because you have a fabulous gift and you do it so well. Have a fabulous day sweetie 💖💖💖
THIS IS THE SWEETEST MESSAGE OMG WHY ARE YOU ANON I LOVE YOU
omg thank you this is seriously the sweetest pick-me-up hehe. i’m not as wholly invested in the fandom as i was three or four years ago, but i’m definitely still (very occasionally) writing!!!! the likelihood of me updating any of my chapter fics is slim to none tbh, but hopefully i can upload a couple of drabbles or doodles here and there for people like you<3
AGAIN THANK YOU this makes me really happy, and i’m glad you’re still in the fandom hehehehe <3<3<3
doing kind of traditional chinese style
because today is 七夕
day 3: releasing from the promise
totally basic AU: jack & rapunzel make a deal–rapunzel will help him pass literature, and jack will land her a date with the boy of her dreams. sort of.
a/n: oops my hands slipped and suddenly this story came out from beneath my fingertips and idk where it came from lelelel. i was gonna write the “prologue” in which said promise occurs, but… idk depends on how y’all feel about it bc now story feels too long as it is
also, pls don’t kill me my knowledge of shakespeare is p much based on google
also, httyd ref if u kno what i mean
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Some things in life are completely unexpected.
But really, she should have seen this one coming. It was the oldest cliche in the book. Nerdy school girl tutors boy because he’s terribly failing literature and needs the grade in order to continue playing soccer, and all she wants is.. was… well, to be seen in a romantic light with Flynn. A fellow soccer player, but mostly… her oldest friend. Who saw her simply as his childhood friend and God, probably worse–his little sister.
He just needed a little… a little push and shove, you know? And Jack was supposed to help with that. Tit for tat. Of course, she realized too late that it didn’t really matter in the end.
Seriously. Oldest cliche in the book.
How could she not have expected to fall in love with Jack Frost? He was incredibly snarky and really liked to pull at her leg sometimes, but he was kind-hearted and a good listener, and he really pushed her to be at her best. And really, who could forget his quite charming smile–
“Earth to Rapunzel.”
spy au
[spy au lol i just watched spy last night, and this is based off that, and i literally spit random things regarding anything that sounds remotely official, so you know don’t take it seriously
bc i had no idea what i was talking about LOL]
day 1: i don’t want to ruin our friendship
A/N as of 7/13/16: i wrote this when spy with melissa mccarthy first came out which was who knows when (a year ago? lullll) but i thought it kind of fits with this prompt. there’s a heck of a lot more to this story that i wrote but haven’t finished, SO if i ever finish it, i’ll publish!!! hope that’s sooner than later bc i’ve been writing consistently for the past friggin week
anyways, this is a quick drabble & preview but enjoy!!!!
“You have two coming in from your left and one on your right.”
Jack huffed and maneuvered his body so that he could slam his left elbow into the face of one before twisting himself so that the last two bodies would ram themselves into each other. He cracked his neck before pressing his knuckles against each other until they popped. Then carefully, his fingers moved to adjust his hair and the tie hanging around his neck.
He adjusted the comms unit in his ear. “You know, when this is over, let’s go on a date.”
He heard her laugh softly on the other side. God, he loved the sound of her laughter--like humming bells even though he was in the middle of a brewing storm. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers, grinning as he heard her respond. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m being serious,” he said as he flashed a grin at the crowd of well-dressed people in the halls. Leisurely, he traipsed through, bidding his respected greetings until he reached the other end. He pushed the large double doors open and shut it softly behind him. “We make a good team. We’d probably make an amazing couple.”
He could hear her grin. “We’re partners. Nothing more. Nothing less. You know how I feel about this, Jack.” Then a pause. “There’s a body on the second floor in your area and a stairwell to your left. He’s alone, but the sensor is reacting to the nuclear radiation from the nuke. That’s probably Pitchiner, so be careful.”
Jack sighed as he moved his way around the room, grabbing a flute of champagne from the table. He did know how she felt. She didn’t want to date anyone in the CIA, especially not a field agent. I don’t want to worry about whether or not you’ll come home alive. I don’t want something like that to eat me up, she had told him. I work in analysis and publications. I’d never have to worry about my safety, but yours...
But you like me. And I like you. You know we’re good together, Rapunzel.
It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to ruin this... what we have right now. We’re just partners. And that’s all we’ll ever be.
“One date,” he said softly as he downed the flute and then set it on the table before him. His eyes shifted to the stairwell where a large bulky body stood. He only supposed it was Pitch’s bodyguard but didn’t motion in the man’s direction. Instead, he adjusted his suit, pressing down on the creases and tidying up the buttons of his cuffs. “It doesn’t even have to be a date. Just dinner. You and me. As a reward for mission over.”
He heard her shuffle her body, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. He could imagine her then, the crease between her brows and the purse in her lips, the pink flush across her cheeks.
“Can you turn around and look out in the crowd? I can’t see anything from your angle.” Jack moved as he was told. “There are five stationed guards around the room based on their body language--two perched with two dark-haired ladies against the red couch, that one bulky one at the stairs, one passing out drinks, and the last one is standing three feet from the fireplace. You don’t want to make yourself obvious to the crowd, so I’m shutting down the power for a split second, but it’ll turn back on in five minutes. Use that time to take them out and sneak up the stairs. Do you copy that?”
Jack’s gaze moved through the bodies in the crowd before shifting up to the ceiling. “I’ll copy when you answer me, Punz.”
There was a long pause. “Jack, focus on the mission--”
“Just answer the question.”
She sighed. “Okay. One date. But only if you finish the mission successfully.”
Jack grinned, shifting his feet in preparation to the blackout. “Copy that. No worries. I’ve got this in the bag.”
And that, in itself, was enough motivation for him to smoothly carry out the mission.
Jack wasn’t sure how long he’d been head over heels for his partner. He remembered the first time meeting her and every mission in between and somewhere amidst all of it, he had lost his heart. He had been completely against a new partner at first--not necessarily because of her but because he was quite content with his partner as it was, and he didn’t need a new one. But then Hiccup had to up and get married to that one field agent, and things just got kind of hectic ever since.
And even though they had told Jack he was a good field agent and didn’t necessarily need a partner, they still told him it would be in his best interest to start his search for a new one.
That’s when he met her, a shiny new object in a very old building.
“You’re new here,” he had told her in a very blank and matter-of-fact voice. And she was--it was very obvious in the way her body shifted nervously around, her arms tight around herself, her constant wandering up and down the halls. Many of the agents were leaving work for the evening, but he was stuck still filing some goddamn paperwork from his last mission, and it was hard not to notice some strange girl walking around the building, obviously lost and clueless. “What are you doing?”
“I’m, uh... killing time,” she had said shyly, her fingers clutching around her purse. “I’m waiting for my ride.”
His brows knitted together. “So you’re just walking around.”
She had flushed. “I’ve... only seen parts of the building. I thought it would be nice to see the other areas. Well, the parts I could get access to. I don’t have clearance for everything.”
“What area do you work in?”
“Analytics and publications.”
“Huh,” he muttered as he leaned back in his chair, twisting his pen in his mouth.
“What are you working on?”
“Paperwork,” he sighed as he leaned forward. “Operation Camus: 23. Very basic information, but I just can’t seem to remember the exact details regarding weaponry that were discussed when they closed the case--”
Her eyes lit up and before he could grasp the situation, words began to pour out of her mouth, “Oh, I know a couple of things. Maybe they’ll help? The RDD, test name Stranger, weighed 11.3 tons, measured 145.23 inches in length and 52.3 inches in diameter. Coordinates were 30°7’50” N, 90°5’42” W. Detonation time and location at 5:30 AM on February 20th local time and--”
“Wait, hold up,” he said quickly, narrowing his eyes. Her face turned bright red suddenly, and she bit her lip. “I know that information isn’t classified among the agents, but you’re so new. How did you know all of that?”
He watched panic fly through her bright green eyes and didn’t know it was possible for her red cheeks to darken even more. “I told you, I work in analytics--”
“Even my past analytics partner couldn’t say all of that off the top of his head, and he’s been here for years--”
“They put me in the discussion room when they closed the case--just to oversee as a trainee, and I just... have really good... almost perfect memory,” she had blurted, flinching as the words came out of her mouth. “I mean, I don’t know if those were the exact details, but I’m just really good at defining and remembering the small bits no one else would remember--”
Jack had stared at her then and knew immediately he wanted her as his new partner, but all that he had managed to do was laugh quietly and give her a smile. “Relax--I don’t bite. I was just curious. I’m Jack. I work in the field.”
Relief flooded her face. “Rapunzel.”
“Rapunzel, huh?” He grinned then, leaning forward so that his hands clasped together to cradle his chin. “Hey, I know this is jumping the gun, but... would you consider being my partner?”
JACKUNZEL WEEK 2016
Day 1 I Don’t Want To Ruin Our Friendship
Modern AU
Wanted to join the whole week, but I’m so EXHAUSTED! [⑇⨀ེ⌓⨀ེ•⑇]
Jackunzel Week 2016 Day 2: She’s Not My Girlfriend (Grease Live! AU)
This wasn’t the boy she fell in love with.
Rapunzel felt her eyes growing warm. “What happened to the Jack Frost that I met at the beach?”
Jack’s eyes focused on the ceiling, too aware that his friends were gauging how much he cared for the girl who was close to tears. God, how he hated to see her cry.
This was the girl he fell in love with. She had his heart fisted in her hands the moment that they met, and she never let it go.
He knew that he could just fess up to his friends, that she was more important than any flimsy reputation–that he could be brave by saying a few small words.
Jack bit back a sigh and smirked. “I don’t know baby, maybe there’s two of us! Why don’t you run along and take a missing person’s ad, or try the Yellow Pages.”
He couldn’t hear her words through the ringing in his ears. All he saw was the trickle of tears and the flash of her red skirt as she ran away.
lost & found
request: (@gabricllc) “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” au
a/n: this became something else entirely. honestly i have no idea what happened, but i very much fell in love with a completely new au (the black cat au heh) oops it became longer and a little more emotional than i had planned and probably what you weren’t expecting at all...
[omfg i wrote this almost... was it a year ago now? i just forgot about it my bad lel hello my dying dead otp here’s a fic for u]
trigger warning (slight mentions of suicide 1st section)
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Rapunzel was a lost soul when she joined the Black Cat crew.
Jack could probably remember the exact day he met her, their exact exchange of words, as well as the way she looked--which was terrible in all sorts of ways.
Before she had joined, she had been tormented by her mother, had run away from home, and then started a career in art. She had been successful for a while with honors and art shows, but her life spiraled down into a pit again when her mother reappeared, hoping to collect what she believed was hers.
She disappeared once more and went into hiding. After years of stress and sadness, of burdens she didn’t know how to get rid of, of tears she had learned long ago to keep in, she had thought it was about time to end it all.
She had thought it was time to commit suicide.
Around that same time, the Black Cat was hired by her mother to locate her.
The Black Cat was an underground organization that specialized in art heists with a priority in their own greed, stealing art and selling pieces to the black market. The stolen goods made a fortune, and the rewards were split between their three main operators and a variety of people who helped them when contracted.
Their specialty, though, was art.
So when Gothel had called asking to steal her, Jack wasn’t exactly sure how to respond. He had heard of Rapunzel before--everyone had. She was the infamous, disappearing artist. Like a valuable lost artwork, she had been relatively popular among the art community until she altogether but disappeared, and no one knew when, where, or how.
At first, he had declined on behalf of his team. “That’s kidnap. We don’t kidnap people.”
“It’s not kidnap if it’s my daughter. I’m just trying to bring her home. I’m scared--she’s never been on her own before,” had been Gothel’s reply.
Jack was uncomfortable sealing the deal, but Gothel’s words were hard to twist out of and somehow convinced his team to shoulder on the case. The catch, the team told her, was that they would hand deliver--and if the girl didn’t look like she would be in good hands, they would let her go free.
“And,” he had said when he had made the deal, “if we decide to quit, you let us quit.”
She had made threats to call the police about their little organization, which he had countered with documentation on her attempt to hire an organization to kidnap a girl. “You don’t want to mess with us, Gothel,” he said in a low voice. “I can pull papers out of thin air. You can try to accuse us all you want, but when the feds look into your accusation, they won’t find us, and all they’ll discover is a lady who’s gotten herself into some deep stuff. Do we have a deal?”
The day they found her was probably the day both Merida and Hiccup could pinpoint as life-changing for both Jack and Rapunzel.
The plan, at first, had been to coax her to follow them. Then, as they discussed it through, they decided that option probably wouldn’t be the best way to go. As a runaway daughter, she would have no incentive to go back home. So they decided, then, that they would have to knock her out and just kidnap her (and, in the case that it looked as if she really didn’t want to stay with Gothel, release her).
But when Jack stepped into the apartment room that she had been living in, he hadn’t expected her to be tying a noose around her ceiling lamp. His eyes widened and without thinking, he ran to her side and gripped his arms around her waist, pulling her from her chair and down to the ground with him.
“Are you stupid? What are you doing?” he had yelled.
“Me?” she had asked, horror-stricken. “I could ask you the same thing. Who are you? Why are you breaking into my apartment? If you want something, just take it. It’s not like there’s anything of value here anyway.”
Jack remembered thinking how sad and pitiful it was to hear a surrender from a girl who put no value into a single thing she owned--not even herself. “Don’t be stupid,” he had muttered in response. “If there’s anything of value in this apartment, it’s you.”
She had flinched. “Don’t say that. I don’t want to hear it.”
Jack found himself rewinding back to Plan A--coaxing her. Except this time, the end result wasn’t to deliver her to Gothel. The end result would just be to make sure she decided to live. And stay alive.
A lot of tears were spilled that night, followed by a long conversation. He convinced her that that she could have a home, a place where she belonged, a place without sadness and fear. He offered her a family, and though she was doubtful and hesitant at first, decided to give in to his kindness. When he looked into her eyes, he could see that she would rather be hanging on a noose. But even so, he was glad she had chosen to put her hand in his instead.
The purpose of that mission that night was to kidnap a masterpiece to return to Gothel, and yet he left the apartment with a lost soul instead.
Jackunzel + Zootopia au
“Sly princess.”
“Dumb guardian.”
Soooooo excited you wrote part two for famous omg I'm so dead 😍 It was soooooo pretty, please write more!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
AWWWW THANKSSSS <3 <3 <3 ahahah i have a lot of unfinished stuff i should post but sometimes i feel like no one will read it bc the fandom’s kind of all but disappeared T_T but i will try!!!
always ship jackunzel
always be barefoot
famous, pt. 2
summary: part 2 continuation of this au where jack is a movie star and bumps into rapunzel as he’s running away from paparazzi
honestly doesn’t make much sense unless you read part 1 as it cuts into right where i left off
here’s part 1: famous
enjoy part 2
“What does it feel like,” Jack asked with amusement, “to be named after a fairytale?”
Now settled in a deserted alley of a suburban neighborhood--away from the paparazzi--the two shifted their bodies comfortably on the ground. It was weird, Rapunzel couldn’t help but think, that her day which had started out so normally had now landed her in the presence of some movie star she had never heard of before.
Not that she was complaining, but it was something she never dreamed would ever happen—at least not to her.
“I am the fairytale,” Rapunzel responded seriously after a moment. “You know, right now, you’re famous and all for whatever movie you’re in, but you’ll find me in the newspapers one day. And it’ll talk about a girl who was locked away in a tower, and a prince came to save her using her ridiculously long hair. And that girl will be me.”
He raised a brow. “I think your story would be kind of hard to believe, considering you’re one, not locked in a tower, and two, your hair isn’t even long enough to save anyone, much less yourself or a prince.”
She smiled. “Well, it was worth a shot. Who knows? I could be famous one day. Then you’ll regret not remembering my name.”
The look he gave her was steady, his eyes holding hers for a minute too long that she almost pulled her gaze away. It was as if he had all the time in the world and the only thing that mattered in those sixty seconds to him, was her.
“I don’t think I could forget your name,” he said softly. “Or you, for that matter.”
merp herp does anyone ship them anymore doesn’t matter i have so much i just need to post somewhere
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He hears his alarm first. Then the door second.
Jack’s arms outstretch to slam the noise to silence, fingers slowly dragging down the front screen before landing back beside him. A groan elicits from his lips as he turns to pull his comforter over his head. He expects silence to welcome him with open arms, and slumber to easily overcome his body soon after, and honestly, after the events of this past week–he needs sleep.
At least enough to get him through his thirteen-hour road trip home for the holidays.
But another noise reckons into the air, timid knocking against wooden panel a reminder of the person standing on his front porch. Goddammit.
He shifts his body until he can take a good look at the bright red numbers glaring back at him. 6:30. He squints to make he’s not hallucinating because honestly, who the hell would be at his apartment at 6:30 in the morning?
But no. The number ticks once more, and the clock changes to 6:31. A hard rap at the door tells him he’s not hallucinating, and someone is, in fact, stupid enough to wake him up this early.
“Fine, fine. I’m coming,” he mutters to himself, his voice thick with sleep. His eyes open slowly, sleepily, his body lethargic and as heavy as dead weight. He swears to God that if it’s some dumb salesman trying to make him pay for new windows or something equally stupid, he’ll punch the fool in the face.
Everybody should know that he doesn’t wake up before 11 AM unless he wants to. Everybody. Even the goddamn salesman.
Languidly, he pulls himself out of bed until his feet softly hit the cold floor. He dazedly stares at the wall for a split second, finding very little will to push himself awake to greet the stranger at the front door, and his heart feels even heavier as he recalls that his worst nightmare had finally come true.
His fingers clench at the edge of the bed, and his eyes flutter until they fall to the floor. Thinking back to the climax of his life suddenly puts him in a bad mood, and he thinks for a moment that he’d rather just let the fool at the door stay a fool and go back to bed.
But the knock comes again, louder this time, more furious and impatient, and he feels whatever the fool has to say must be relatively important for him to still be knocking.
Jack drags his hands down his face, allowing more pressure at the edge of his eyes in hopes that it will wake him up, if even just slightly. He makes his way to his drawers and pulls them open, rummaging around for a clean shirt to pull over his chest. The first drawer comes up clean; he makes his way through the rest and frowns when he realizes that because of everything that had happened, he hadn’t even done his laundry.
“Goddammit,” he sighs as he scopes his room in hopes for a shirt that is at least relatively clean. They land on a white undershirt pooled at the bottom of his bed. He lifts it from the corner and sniffs–“Good enough.”
The knocking comes again as Jacks pulls the shirt over his head–“I’m coming!” he yells, hoping that his voice will travel through the walls and to his front door. He doubts it, but at least it’s worth a try. “Just give me a second, Christ.”
He stumbles to the door, feet shuffling one after the other in asymmetrical line. Then he hears his cellphone burst into song and closes his eyes in frustration.
“What the fuck is everyone’s problem this morning?” he mutters as he grabs his phone from its charging port. “Can’t you guys pick a different time to bother me…”
His voice trails off when his eyes land on the picture and name of her familiar face, the reason for his entire life crashing before him and his lacking clean wardrobe. Suddenly his throat feels dry, his heart pounding a millisecond faster than before, his ears burning with anxiety, and he doesn’t know if he should answer the phone or leave it be or maybe, maybe he should finally answer the fool at the door.
But the longer he stares at her face, the more he can’t help but know that this phone-call is far more important than anything else, and if there’s anything he needs to do, if there’s anything he must choose, it’s answering her phone-call.
He realizes he’s stared at it too long, and she’s been sent to voice-mail. He blinks at her name scribed next to “Missed Calls (1)”, and then lifts his head when the knocking at his door commences.
He’ll just answer the door really quickly and call her back.
Problem solved.
He moves to greet the fool at the front door, his hand pulling on the knob when his phone starts ringing again. He squints when he sees her face, but his fingers are automatic, quickly pressing “Answer” before she has the chance to hang up on him.
The sudden motion at the door reminds him that he needs to tell the fool to leave when his eyes land on blonde hair.
His mouth goes dry.
She spins at the sound of the open door, eyes widening when they land on his unsure and nervous figure, her fingers clenching around the phone pressed against her ear. Her cheeks grow pink as she opens her mouth to speak and decides against it. They stand there for a second, silence falling between them.
He swallows thickly, can’t decide if she’s real or if he’s just so desperate to fix everything with her and talk to her and be with her that he’s made her all up in his head.
But then she speaks, and he knows she’s here. That she’s real, and he’s not fully crazy.
“…Hi,” she breathes. Her nervous voice echoes in his ear through his phone, but he can’t bring himself to hang up on her.
“Hi,” he responds after a moment.
She opens her mouth and then closes it, biting her lip. Her eyes anxiously shift down to the ground, the quiver in her lips and her hands easily telling him that it’s taken all that she has to show up at his door. “Um…” she forces herself to look up and meet him in the eyes, “I’m–”
“You’re here,” he says softly.
She nods slowly. “I’m here.”
“I didn’t…” his voice trails off. He doesn’t… didn’t a lot of things. Didn’t know she was coming. Didn’t know she would come. Didn’t know if things could even be fixed.
She answers for him, as if she knows the exact thoughts in his head. She probably does. “Me neither,” she says.
Her eyes peer up at him, and he doesn’t know what to make of all the emotions swirling in them. He can’t decide what to do, can’t decide what he should do, if he’s still angry about everything that had happened or if he loves her too much to really be angry because sometimes things happen, and even though he’s angry, he doesn’t want to let her go. Or if this is it, and everything that had happened had happened for a reason, and their relationship wasn’t meant to be.
He’s about to say something–anything–when she blurts in a broken voice, “Um–I’m sorry!”
Tears start pouring down her face, forming at the crevice of her eyes and streaking down her flushed cheeks, and he can just hear the effort it takes for her to say a single word without her voice cracking. Everything inside of him melts, and whatever anger he had once had towards her simply dissipates, telling him that nothing matters so long as they love each other.
That sometimes, people make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve forgiveness.
“I’m so–so sorry,” she manages to spit out through her tears as she cradles her arms. “I didn’t–”
“I know,” he says softly.
“I never meant to hurt you–”
“I know.”
“I… I–”
“You’re here,” he reminds her as he takes a step closer. He remembers he’s got his phone pressed against his ear, and he pulls it away and hangs up on her. Then he moves forward and takes her phone out of her hand and gently tucks it into her coat pocket. His arms are baring the cold of the season, but it’s okay because sometimes you take the pain to deal with things that are far more important, and this is far more important.
“I’m here.” She swallows her tears. “I’m really–”
“I forgive you,” he says gently as he takes her face into his hands. He smiles softly. “I love you.”
HAI GUYS long time no see~ >.<
I’ve recently decided to open shop at Society6 to save up for a new laptop (mine is currently dying, and it took me two whole days to upload everything on S6 because I got frustrated with its lagginess). I hope you guys will go check it out!! Hopefully I can produce more art or fics or something soon?? Maybe when I save up for a new laptop hahaha.
Check it out here: https://society6.com/machelle