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targaryenrealnessdarling · 6 months

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Every Little Bit | Billy Washington x SexuallyConfident!reader

Summary: Billy has never been the confident one in the relationship. So you endeavour to make him feel how he deserves | Word Count: | Warnings below the cut!

Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Billy W Taglist

requested by @randomdragonfires, sorry it's taken me so long to get round to it 😅

Warnings: mentions of a bad past relationship, p in v sex, mentions of feeling inadequate, confidence issues, masturbation (f and m), cumplay, voyeurism, use of sex toys, overstim

Out of all the guys she’d been with, Billy Washington seemed the most innocent-looking.

He had the face for it. With those big blue eyes, messy blonde hair and the irresistible way he would nervously lick his soft pink lips when he was anxious.

She wasn’t ashamed to say that it excited her.

In complete contrast to that, he was tall, broad, with a sharp jawline and a sometimes striking gaze when his eyelids were hooded. Sometimes she found herself just looking at his hands as he wringed them, how his long, thick fingers curled around each other, tucking into his palms.

He was a somewhat introverted guy, she found out. But it was endearing. He was a listener, when he was sober, fading into the background as much as a tall guy could, his eyes darting to whoever was speaking. But when he had a drink in his hand and some beer in his belly, he began to come out of his shell a little, yet still softly spoken. Choosing his words carefully to not draw too much attention to himself.

It was a shame, she mused.

She chalked it up mostly to his ex-girlfriend, who, from what she’d heard, had done very little to quell his nerves and insecurities. In fact, it seemed like she nurtured them, in order to perhaps feel better about herself.

That was the biggest crime of all. Forcing Billy to feel lesser than he was.

Than he deserved.

In their moments of quiet within his flat, legs tangled beneath the sheets, with his head pressed between her shoulder and chest as she absent-mindedly played with his hair, he would often say.

“Why the hell are you with a guy like me?”

The question didn’t come from nowhere. It was a familiar one, and asked often.

She never knew why he’d even ask?

“You could have any guy you wanted”

But she wants him.

What about that is so difficult to understand?

She quickly discovered though, that it was because Billy thought he wasn’t satisfying her.

So often had his ex expressed disappointment, with faked orgasms or huffs of annoyance, that Billy thought himself incapable of giving a single female pleasure.

She thought it was absurd.

The way Billy approached sex was another thing.

It was clear he wasn’t confident, unclear more so if he ever had been. He’d obviously had his fair share of girlfriends, had sexual relationships with most of them, but had never really allowed himself to be vulnerable with any of them intimately.

Not to mention, she doubted he’d ever divulged what he liked.

A people pleaser, through and through.

She knew he was only human. That beneath that good boy exterior there was something. Things he liked, but wouldn’t dare to ask for. Things he might have wanted to do to her, but wouldn’t say out loud.

It was a mission, to find out what made Billy Washington click.

Being unapologetically sexual was never an issue for her. Nor communication with previous partners (at least on her side anyway). Not that she was perfect in her opinion by any stretch, but she always, always, knew what she wanted. In her eyes, there was no need to be embarrassed about what you desire, or about telling that to the person that you trust and love.

Clearly, Billy’s trust had been shattered before she came into his life.

She looked up from her phone as she heard the front door, the clanging of keys in a bowl and shuffling of long, muffled footsteps.

A mischievous smile grew on her face as she laid atop his bed, in only his long t-shirt and nothing else, one hand pressed between her mid thighs to warm and comfort the hand that wasn't scrolling through her phone.

She heard his exasperated sigh and saw his sandy, blond hair as he turned towards the bedroom, halting on the spot as his baby blue eyes locked onto her legs first, trailing upwards to where the skin was covered by his shirt.

His cheeks were flushed. He'd obviously had a pint.

"Have a good time?", she asked warmly.

She saw him swallow thickly, his full lips parting to remember to breathe, "Mmhm".

Flopping her phone onto the bedside table, she rested her head in her palm, "What's up?"

Billy had to shake his head a few times to rid himself of what he thought was a trance, no doubt doubled by the little bit of alcohol in his system, "U-uh, nothing…" he murmured, pulling off his jacket and stepping across the threshold.

"Were you uh…waiting up for me?", Billy asked with a hint of hope in his voice that was difficult to miss.

She slides off the bed, shuffling up to his tall, broad figure, having to crane her neck to look at him properly through her eyelashes. Billy shivers noticeably as her hands drift across his chest, her fingers teasing the skin of his torso through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Though they'd been together for some time, even Billy understood, there was something different about tonight.

"What if I was?", she replies, a teasing lilt to her voice that makes Billy's hairs stand up on end.

He presses his lips together, feeling increasingly pent up by the second, as if her touch is setting off a chain reaction inside him, and he is fit to burst.

“What if I was thinking about you?”, she muses in a low tone, smiling when she feels him tense under her touch.

“About me?...”

“Yeah”

“In…what way?” he asks innocently.

She thinks, feigning disinterest for a moment as she bites her lip.

“I’ve been thinking, that you don’t tell me what you want”.

She watches his brows lower a bit in confusion, “...what I want?”

“Mmhm”, she replies, “in the bedroom anyway”.

“Oh”

She smiled with delight as his cheeks warmed, the redness blooming over his face, making his deep, blue eyes gleam from beneath his sweeping blonde hair.

Almost in a trance, Billy's hands drift beneath her arms to her waist, sucking the large shirt she wore to the actual shape of her body. She watched his face as his lips parted.

Billy didn't know what to say.

"I, uh…"

"You can tell me, Billy" she reassured quietly, watching his breath hitch, and his chest move more steadily as her fingers brushed the skin beneath his shirt.

She stopped when his hands came to hers, to gently, but firmly, push them off him.

“Not tonight…” he whispered, so quiet she nearly had to strain to hear him, “...please”.

How he said it was so vulnerable, his eyes blinking quickly, that she knew and took the cue to not even go about asking what was really wrong with him. She suspected it was something much deeper, something that needed a lengthy explanation, and one that right now he couldn’t give her.

She gave him a reassuring smile, letting him know that he needn’t feel like he was disappointing her.

She thought with a warmth in her heart, that Billy had come home, wavy from only one pint, only wanting to be held, have her fingers stroking his hair until he fell asleep.

So tonight, without judgement, she gave him comfort.

And would let him come to her when he was ready.

She loved mornings like this.

Lazy, hazy Saturdays.

The middle of the weekend. Leaving the stressful memory of Friday, flung headlong into the lull that Saturday offered, and without the threat of Sunday, knowing that the work week would just continue all over again.

With the bed sheets tucked around her idly, she scrolled through her phone with heavy eyelids, she could hear the faint tapping of the shower in the background and the occasional splash of water as Billy washed his hair.

The dust was illuminated as it drifted through the air, the atmosphere one a kind of homely, cosiness. The music from one of the speakers in the other room filled the gentle silence.

It was so domestic, she could only describe it that way. One that filled a space inside her that made her feel as if she could stay like this forever.

She thought of him, in the shower, water running off of him and his blonde hair all wet and pushed back from his forehead with his fingers. And for some reason, though they’d been together a long time, the idea of that still excited her.

It was useless to ignore how she pressed her thighs together.

It had been a few days since she and Billy were last intimate. And though she tried the night before, it was clear as anything he was in no mood for anything overtly sexual, favouring instead to bask in their closeness. She didn’t mind it. She would much rather him state if he wasn’t in the mood, than for him to push it aside, and struggle to keep the momentum going and be passionate once they were in the throes of it.

Because that would only fuel the inadequacy Billy felt.

And she wasn’t having that.

Tucking her phone beneath the pillow, she sighed as her hand slipped between her legs, finding herself already wet and wanting at the mere thought of her boyfriend in the shower. If she weren’t so pent up, she would have said to herself it was slightly pathetic, to be this aroused just by thinking about someone she saw everyday naked.

But she just couldn’t help herself.

She pressed her lips together, suppressing a sound that bubbled up there as her digits moved through her slick folds, her hips jolting slightly when her middle finger began to rub in micro-movements over her bud. Imagining it was him. His long,thick fingers…

She sunk further into the bed, the idle sound of muffled music in the background granting her the confidence to part her lips and let her quiet moans rumble in her chest.

With one hand pleasuring herself, the other slipped beneath her shirt to touch her own breast, again pretending they were his, large and calloused, gripping at her flesh hungrily, squeezing her nipples between his fingers desperately.

That dull buzz began to throb between her legs, and she paid more attention to her clit where she increased her movements.

Her head whipped to the doorway, her eyes flying open and breath caught in her chest, all movements ceased.

Her first instinct was to blush in embarrassment as Billy stood in the doorway, his blue eyes slowly drifting from where her hands were tucked and then to her eyes, absorbing the hedonistic and shy expression on her face.

Billy just stood there, clad only in his sweatpants that hung lowly on his hips, and the appearance of his body so unabashedly bared, the little trail of dark blonde hair leading down from his navel beneath the waistband, made that little buzz only ache tighter inside her. His hair was towel dried and pushed back off his forehead, the sandy strands darkened with moisture and laying messily on his head.

She wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

He saw her swallow nervously, seeing her not know what to do as he’d happened upon her in a very delicate moment, so lost in her pleasure that she had not heard him turn off the shower and open the door.

Her mouth went dry as she saw beneath his dark sweatpants, that he was undeniably hard, his erection pressed against his thigh.

Billy breathed steadily, his eyes flitting down once he realised she had stopped what she’d been doing.

His throat bobbed and he wet his lips as he spoke, “Keep going”.

Heat crawled up her neck to her face, and she was certain she was blushing furiously at what he’d said.

Never in their relationship had she seen him speak to her like he just had. All low and deep in his chest, with his usually gleaming, blue eyes darkened by his pupils expanding into the colour.

After she was sure she heard him correctly, she resumed her motions slowly at first, getting back into the motion steadily as she had before. Her head felt like it was full of hot air, once she saw Billy’s large hand slip past the waistband of his sweatpants and grip his length in his palm. Even from her spot on the bed, she saw the way he fisted his erection, his eyes fixed on her core, all wet and hot, peeking out from beneath the hem of his own shirt.

It felt so erotic, pleasuring himself when he was right there watching her, annoyingly far away where she couldn’t touch him.

A sound largely between a groan of annoyance and a moan of pleasure as her movements increased tumbled past her lips. And she was sure that she saw Billy’s eyes light up as he saw how irritated she was that she couldn’t reach out to him. To touch him as she so often couldn’t help herself from doing when they were intimate with each other.

“Billy...” she breathed, hoping that her tone of voice would be enough.

“Show me” his voice was firm, but with a waver at the end as his motions beneath his sweatpants increased, his chest all tense as his core tightened with pleasure.

Feeling her face all hot with both embarrassment and arousal, she pushed her ankles apart even more, doing as he said and exposing herself to him as he pleasured herself, finally sinking her fingers inside her. Her arousal audibly clicked against her fingers as she hastened her ministrations, trying so badly to achieve fulfilment herself.

But with him in the room, so far away but within reach, all she felt was that she needed him to give it to her.

Billy sighed, his pink lips parted as his gaze returned to her weeping arousal between her legs, seeing the effect he had on her without having touched her.

Using his other hand, he pushed the waistband slightly off his hip, pulling his length from its confines to show her the effect that she had on him.

She felt her insides clench around nothing, hungrily wanting him inside her when she saw him pleasure himself, his fingers wrapped around his cock and pumping in sure, confident movements.

She thought that if she closed her eyes and opened them again, he might take pity on her and just come over to the bed and fuck her, as she so desperately wanted. In all their relationship, she’d never been left wanting for him, ever. She’d always been the one to give to him, to give him pleasure, and in the bargain have some fun for herself, as she so often enjoyed feeling as if she was the only one who could give it to him.

And right now, she thought he must look utterly pathetic, not even having the energy to beg for him to fuck her.

The ends of his hair had begun to dry and she felt her tummy do backflips as he moved from the doorway towards her. Without thinking, she had slowed her movements, expecting him to have finally caved.

The mattress dipped at her ankles where he was knelt, but other than the brush of them against her flesh, he didn’t touch her, and he certainty hadn’t ceased the movements of his hand around his length.

Now, knelt over her like this, his tall form casting somewhat of a shadow over hers, she felt her walls flutter around her own fingers with excitement, desperate to be stretched to accommodate to his length that was so close to her.

“I don’t think I said stop, did I?”

She felt her mouth go all dry, the strands of his hair moving with every tug of his fist on his cock.

Billy looked down at her, watching with a sort of curiosity as she resumed, taking his words to heart. Wanting to please him.

She’d never felt so small in her life.

And, fuck, it was exciting to see this side of him.

He began to pump his cock in earnest, a slight pinkness to his cheeks from the effort, lips parted in hurried breath. He reached over, into the bedside table and threw the mini vibrator he knew was there onto the spot next to her.

She looked up in brief confusion, he wasn’t going to use it on her?

She felt entirely pent up, just wanting him to touch her.

“Billy, please…” she caved and begged, her face warm with slight humiliation at having to ask.

He batted her hand away when she tried to touch his torso, watching with a blank expression at the brief annoyance on her face.

“You can touch me when you cum”.

He had such a serious expression on his face, it was difficult to detect any sign in him that he was actually enjoying this.

She swallowed thickly and gasped when her other hand pressed the vibrator against her clit, pleasuring herself in two separate ways as her fingers continued to shallowly slide inside her with a wet, soft smack of her arousal. Having these two sensations at once was borderline overwhelming.

And part of her was flushed, that Billy was just right there, pleasuring himself while he watched her.

She closed her eyes, but Billy was quick to it.

“Look at me”.

She felt her core tighten impossibly, her movements becoming quicker and more needy as she neared that point of no return. The point where she would lose herself entirely.

And so she pressed the vibrator against her clit harder, using her slick to move it around in micro-movements as she canted her hips up to assist the friction there. Her eyes pulled up to him, and for some reason, looking into his eyes as he stared down at her instead of watching the way he pleasured himself right in front of her, was much much more intimate and erotic.

Billy himself began to breathe heavier, his chest moving erratically up and down, a sheen of sweat over his skin there, his grip on himself tightening.

“You close?” he asked breathily, feeling as if he was about to explode with arousal.

She nodded quickly, and without noticing circled the vibe around her bud, aided by how wet she was, “Yes - yes, Billy -”

She felt her hips shift down into the bed, thighs shaking as her orgasm rolled over her in waves. Her fingers dragged through her fluttering walls, the vibrator still buzzing incessantly on her clit as the numbness flooded her limbs, warmth flooding through her to the place where she needed him the most.

She wanted to pull the vibe away, overstimulation beginning to gnaw at her pleasure, but as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she looked up at Billy again when his other hand reached down and held her wrist in place. His eyes boring down into hers, just daring her to say something in response.

But she didn’t.

“-fuck, Billy-” she whined, her stomach clenching and unclenching in brief discomfort as yet another rush threatened to overcome her. Her lips hung open, and she wanted to shut her eyes badly, to cut off at least one feeling so that she could concentrate on the other between her legs.

It was too much.

She thought with a sort of bashfulness that she wanted to cum again purely at the feeling of his fingers on her flesh.

She felt moisture around her eyes, the pleasure so closely nearing on pain, but never quite overstepping that fine line between them. It was almost as if she could feel every erratic beating of her heart through her core, the second orgasm completely draining all the energy out of her.

Billy moaned loudly, partly cut off with a full body shudder as he tugged at his length to completion. The moan lingering on his sweet voice as he painted her pussy with his cum, sighing as he continued to pump himself, as if the sight of her covered in his spend was just too erotic to comprehend.

She flinched, her hips jolting upwards to meet him when he leaned down to rub the head of his cock over her clit and entrance, smearing his cum over her pussy, in a gesture that tugged at that pleasurable spot deep in her gut.

The only sound either of them were able to make were the tired remnants of moans on their hurried breaths.

When her heavy eyelids lifted to him again, she thought he looked like a piece of art. Broad and tall, his flesh tied with wiry muscle, subtle beneath the soft surface of his skin.

And for a moment, as Billy rode out his high that seemed to take everything out of him, they simply looked at each other as if something in the dynamic of their relationship had irrevocably changed.

There was something else in his baby blue eyes she’d never seen before. A shift.

Something inside him had been awakened, like he had enjoyed exerting a power and assertiveness over her that he’d never tried before.

He reached over, his palm pressing into the space on the mattress next to her head as he leaned over her. Her lips parted in surprise and pleasure when he dipped down and slid his length past her slick folds and slowly sank inside her, stretching her already abused and tender walls out around him, moulding her insides to the shape of him.

Billy sighed, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her pussy gripping him hungrily, already clenching around his overly-sensitive cock. But as soon as his eyes opened again, his face now close to hers as he pushed inside her to the hilt, the hair at the base of him brushing against her clit, she raised her legs to hook around his hips.

And felt as if she’d seen someone else she’d never met before.

Her eyes rolled shut as his palm laid flat on her tummy, drifting up and taking the shirt with it, palming needily at her breasts as he began a mercifully soft and careful pace.

One she had no doubt would become more eager.

Part of her worried she wouldn’t leave this bed for a long while. The other wanted to smile, happy that Billy had felt comfortable and confident enough, finally, to demonstrate what he really, really wanted.

It seemed trivial perhaps to some, that a confidence, even sexually, could give so much power to a person and enhance the personality that was already there. To help them feel as loved as they deserved to feel.

She’d suspected for so long that he’d been hiding something. Something he was too nervous to ask for. Fearing perhaps that she would judge him.

But as he pressed his chest to hers, his hands snaking around her waist and her buttocks to push her body up to meet his desperate thrusts, she only felt relieved and undeniably happy, that she had been able to give him this freedom.

And she thought with a hint of selfishness…

…that she could get used to this.

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prodshima · 10 months

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love language scenarios 𖤐

warnings: i wrote this a couple months ago and i just realized that it doesn’t really fit their languages but i’m too caught up to rewrite the whole thing :(

pinned: just cute scenarios of 2 of my baby boys that’ll hopefully get me out of writer’s block :) also, is haikyuu tumblr still alive? lol :p

click here for: part two

ATSUMU MIYA - physical touch.

“baby, where are you? i’m home” atsumu drowsily calls out from the front door, kicking his feet out of his shoes before hastily hanging his coat on the rack when he hears you call out his name

with fast strides, atsumu rushes to the bedroom and shoves the door open, his heart immediately melting at the sight of you all cozy in his shirt. you look so cute and he just can’t help but jump on you to bury himself in your warmth (which he’d been looking forward to since he left for work at 7 in the morning) —oh how he missed you so so much.

“hi there my baby, how was work?” you ask him as you run your fingers through his hair gently, untying the knots in the process before bursting into muffled giggles when he lets out a groan

“ ‘s okay but i missed ya” atsumu whispers and glares at you teasingly when you tell him that the both of you just spent the whole weekend together, he knows it’s true but he doesn’t care.

as a comfortable silence envelopes the bedroom, atsumu peppers feathery kisses on your jaw, soft sighs leaving his lips when your gentle hands stroke his cheek in circles, suddenly feeling overwhelmed after facing a lifeless computer for almost 16 hours

“wanna have dinner, tsum?” you ask him after a few minutes of silence, suddenly remembering that you prepared a small meal for him to eat because you figured he hasn’t eaten yet

but you’re weirded out when silence envelops the room so you look down and there welcomes you your boyfriend lying on your chest who’ve never looked so fragile with his head resting on your chest, his legs tangled with yours, and his arms wrapped around your waist

“i love you so much, tsum” you whisper as you feel your own eyes closing as well, the both of you left to enjoy each other’s warmth, finally letting the night past.

TSUKISHIMA KEI - quality time.

for someone like tsukishima kei who’s used to always spending his free time studying before he came across you, he cherishes every moment the both of you spend together because he knows he’s not good with his words— whether it’s spent on little dates, staying at his dorm and snuggling while watching cliché movies, or even just listening to music together, it’s a thing he’ll never admit it though.

“tsukki, wanna walk me home?“

tsukishima turns around to you batting your eyelashes in attempt to “lure” him to walk home with you— he thinks it’s kind of stupid though because you know he’ll do even if you don’t ask him to, he’d never make you walk home alone this late in the afternoon especially knowing that you’re tired from all the lessons you had to take in

and of course also due to your hectic schedules kicking your asses these past few weeks as finals come to a close, the both of you don’t see each other much in campus except during lunch breaks

“of course i have to, i don’t trust you enough to walk alone” tsukishima says with a fake sigh as he looks forwards, avoiding your eyes, but you decide not to tease him any further about how he just won’t admit that he wants to be with you just a little longer but instead, enjoying this side of him

as the both of you walk together silently with his earphones shared, listening to the playlist he made for you, well that he denied making, his hand suddenly grabs yours hastily, but still somewhat gentle and buries it in the pocket of his hoodie, catching you by surprise and pulling you closer to his side

you can’t help but smile at him sheepishly, that of course goes unnoticed by the tall man, judging, he looks at you with an eyebrow raised all while trying to keep his own unfazed aura because he knows exactly what’s running on your mind

“what are you looking at? hurry up, we still need to study when we get home” he scoffs softly, attempting to remove your hand from his but you don’t budge, gripping his hand tightly as you gaze at him in surprise

“huh?! are you staying with me today? you’re not going back to your dorm, tsukki? tsukki? tsukki !” you whine, swaying your hands together as he grins widely, turning around to leave a quick peck on your lips and pinching your cheeks together

“yeah, i am so get used to it because i’ll be doing it a lot more”, he admits and you tug his arm lightly, smacking him as you repeatedly ask what he meant by that

this is perfect, he thinks.

yeah it is.

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storydays · 1 month

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Hello Rosie! P3

(3rd POV)

*With Charlie*

"Alright, what has you so out of sorts, darlin'?" Rosie asked, letting Charlie into her private room. "You clearly got more on your mind than angels."

"What do you do when someone you love lies to you about who they are?" Charlie sighed, hugging herself. "Romance? My specialty. C'mon, dearie, details, details!" smiled the cannibal.

"My girlfriend is an exorcist angel...and she never told me."

"Oh, shit. Quite a secret. How does that make you feel?"

"Just...angry...because we share everything. Because she always supported me, and my ideas, and now I just don't know whether or not that was more of the lies.." Charlie gasped, eyes wide. "Oh no, that's a horrible thing to think! Do I think that? Yes! N--No? Kinda?" the princess sobbed slightly, feeling overwhelmed in her feelings.

"You said you love this girl?" Rosie asked softly.

"Yes...or, well, I..yes." Charlie nodded more firmly, knowing she still loves Vaggie. "Aw. Have you ever once doubted that she loves you in return?" Rosie sat next to Charlie, patiently waiting for her repsonse.

The blonde shook her head no.

"Well, then what's the problem?"

"She took part in the very thing we've been working so hard to end. She might've even been the one who killed my brother's ex-fiance!" Charlie's eyes widen at the thought.

"Well, isn't that silly hotel of yours all about redemption?"

"Yes?"

"Perhaps this girl was trying to redeem herself too?" Rosie hummed. "She knows better than anyone that I believe in second chances. Why not tell me?" wondered Charlie.

"It can be difficult to admit to things you're not proud of, especially if those things hurt the ones you love. She fucked up, sure, " Rosie smiled brightly, "She's flawed. But hey, who down here isn't? If there's anything I've learned, it's that words are cheap, but actions, they speak the truth."

The demoness' shared a smile. "So, what have her actions said?" Rosie asked, with a knowing smile.

"That she believes in me and what we're doing. Right now, she's off learning how to protect everything we've worked for..and I can't even pitch my hotel right." Charlie smiled, thinking of the ex angel before groaning at her own actions.

"Well, how do you normally explain your hotel?"

"By singing," Charlie smiled giving jazz hands before deflating, "but that never works."

"It will work here, trust me."

With that promise, they walked back out to the crowd, Alastor offering Charlie his microphone staff, he and Rosie sending the princess soft, encouraging smiles.

*Back at the hotel*

Charlie and Vaggie lead their groups back to the hotel approaching each other. "Looks..like you've had a busy day." Vaggie said, looking over Charlie's shoulder, making Charlie do the same. "You too."

"Charlie, I--"

"Hold that thought." Charlie dug in her pocket before holding out a key chain to Vaggie. "Ah! I got you a souvenir from Cannibal Town." The Princess smiled hopefully at Vaggie.

The ex angel smiled, teary eyed before rushing forward into her girlfriend's waiting arms. "Oh, Charlie."

Charlie smiled, before eyeing the wings on Vaggie's back. "The wings are new. They look nice," purred the princess, sending Vaggie bedroom eyes, before wrapping an arm around her waist, "C'mon, let's go home."

Together they walked into the hotel, gasping at all the noise and chatter. "Come along, let's put some efforts into these fortifications." Sir Pentious called, leading his Egg Bois. "Yeah, fortify that." Angel called, before turning to see the demonesses.

"Well, look who decided to show up." Angel smirked, pulling Husk and Pentious into his arms, "We thought we were fightin' ourselves."

"You're..you're still here?" Vaggie asked in awe, Charlie teary eyed next to her.

"What? Do you think we were a bunch of pusssssies?" scoffed the snake.

"I just got used to you guys, I ain't findin' no new drinking buddies." Husk smirked.

"I've named all the stains on the carpet, that one's Fred." giggled Niffty. "Well, looks like we have a lot of work to do." Charlie smiled, holding Vaggie's hand.

"Wait, why are you all covered in bruises? And where's (Y/N)?" Vaggie asked, looking for her future brother in law.

"Uh, well.." Angel started before smiling seeing (Y/N) land behind the demonesses.

"Boo! Bitch asses!" yelled (Y/N), making the two women yell in surprise. The Prince cackled in delight, as the two got a good look at him: He was also covered in bruises, mud and what appeared to be a bloody nose? But he was grinning wildly.

"Oh, did you put them through your training?" Charlie asked, making her brother grin excitedly. "Fuck yes! And now, they are better warriors then they were a few hours ago. But how'd your day go? I see Carmie and Ro-Ro gave you supplies." (Y/N) started talking fast, before Charlie cut him off.

"Wait, Carmie and Ro-Ro? You mean Carmilla and Rosie?"

"No, Char, I said what I said." (Y/N) rolled his eyes before giggling to himself, and talking fast again to Vaggie, who looked so confused. "Yeah, he's been like this since we finished training a few hours ago." Angel chuckled, as he made his way over to his excitable lover, as (Y/N)'s wings and tail moved around excitedly.

"Yeah, it's the adrenaline. Dad says (Y/N)'s always been like that after fighting in general. He'll crash soon, but it'll help if he is given affection. He's like a cat sometimes." Charlie giggled, thinking of all the times she'd messed with her brother when he was like this.

"All right, Prince-y. Let's get you to bed." Angel scooped up the blond demon, who cuddled close to Angel, still talking.

"IoveCharlieandVaggieandandHuskandMomandVelvetteandCarmieandNifftyandAlastorandDadandArcherbutArcherdoesn'tlovemeanymorebuthat'sokaybecauseIhavethemostsexypowerbottomloverAngelDustwhoserealnameisAnthonyandfuckthat'shotasfuck.Angelcanwefuck?IwannamakeyoucumsohardValentinoisjustamemory...."

Everyone looked at each other before laughing what the prince was saying. "Please tell me you're recording this?" Angel asked Charlie as he cackled, holding his (Y/N) closer, as he now played with his own tail, eyes wide in amazement.

"Yep." Charlie grinned, sending it in the group chat.

"Good night, guys." Angel called, chuckling occasionally, walking upstairs. "Oh, my love, what will I do with you?" the spider asked, as (Y/N) looked up at him with wide eyes. "Marry me?" he asked softly.

Angel cooed, "Aw, of course I will, bambino."

*End!*

#storydays #hazbin hotel x reader #x male reader #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #vivziepop #princemorningstar #hazbin hotel fandom

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day Would Include…

- Darry’s a romantic, probably one of the most romantic out of the boys if you were to give him a chance. He’d get you flowers, take you out on a date, make a chocolate cake just for you. Steve won’t be allowed to touch your cake, fret not my dear friend. Your date might not be on Valentine’s day exactly? Mainly because you or Darry have to work, not everyone gets a special schedule and there are plenty of other days to go out with each other. When you guys do? It’s probably to the diner, or out to the drive-in.

- Oh and Sodapop, sweet and loveable Sodapop. His plans for Valentine’s might be a little all over the place, but he’s gonna make sure you know how much he cares about you. A cheesy handwritten note, with spelling mistakes and messy handwriting you can barely read. A little stuffed animal from the corner store holding a heart. A date to the drag races or the drive-in where he keeps your hand in his all night long, snagging kisses when he can. I promise you, with Sodapop, you’re not gonna feel unloved on the romantic holiday of the year.

- I don’t think Ponyboy would go really crazy for Valentine’s Day, he seems like more of a low-key romantic. Like he’d love on you a little more, make sure to sit with you in class and link your ankles under the desk. Slide you little notes in class with hearts doodled around the edge, promising that he’d try his best to take you out to the drive-in that night. He’d probably write you a sappy, romantic poem? But I don’t think he'd show it to you without any prompting. You’d probably have to ask and bat your eyelashes a bit, but he’d give in.

- I can’t promise you’re gonna have the most romantic Valentine’s day if you’re spending it with Dally, but y’know, it’s gonna be a good one anyway. He doesn’t think much of the holiday, calling it cheesy and an excuse to spend money on someone who already knows people care for them. But if you’re into it? He’ll greet you with a mumbled, Happy Valentine’s Day, doll, as he kisses your cheek and pulls you in for a short hug. Don’t expect gifts unless you’re gonna be okay with them being stolen in some way? He is romantic though, don’t forget that. He can sweep you off your feet if he wants to.

- I don’t know what exactly he’d do for Valentine’s, but Johnny would definitely be a secret romantic. Maybe the two of you would go out for a dinner at the dinner, just hang out in the lot and wait until the sunset, but whatever it is, it’s soft and sweet. I just- Johnny’s would probably show up with a little bouquet, maybe picked from somebody’s flowerbeds, and offer them to you with the shyest little smile. He picked them just for you, y’know. The ones that are your favorite colors. Kiss him, you fool, do everyone a favor and just kiss him already.

- Steve would be that guy who makes you something heart-shaped during shop class and then presents the chunk of metal to you with a proud grin. If you don’t take that heart-shaped chunk of metal and thank him with a kiss, you’re incorrect. Try again, do it over, take the scrap metal and say thank you and kiss him because he worked hard on that. He’d take you out to dinner too maybe, heading out to the races afterward. Either way, Steve would shower you with love and attention on Valentine’s Day, he’s a simp dudes, trust me.

- Kisses. That’s it. Two-Bit loves kissing you and he’s definitely going to kiss you a lot on Valentine’s day. Maybe you’ll go out to dinner, hang around town with each other for a while, or maybe you’ll just find yourself at the back of the drive-in, kissing instead of watching whatever romantic movie is playing on the screen. He steals his little sister’s Valentine’s cards, the kind she was going to give to her classmates, and gives one to you. He’s scratched out her name and replaced it with his, a little heart next to his name. You’ll want to chide him for taking his sister’s stuff, but he’s gonna look at you with such a cute smile, you won’t be able to.

- For Tim? I’m sort of torn. Because it could very easily go two ways, I don’t know which one I like more. He can be that guy who thinks Valentine’s Day is stupid and doesn’t like to go wild on some random day to show you love. He can do that any day he wants. But then like, the thought of him surprising you with a rose or something, kissing you nice and slow as he wishes you a happy Valentine’s Day, I just really, really like that. Bonus points if he tells you he loves you in Spanish. We support Spanish-speaking Shepards here.

- I am a firm believer, and I mean firm believer, that Curly is one of those guys who absolutely dotes on his partner. And Valentine’s Day is no exception. He loves you every day of the year, but he’ll go a little more on Valentine’s Day just for you. The boys have something to say about him being such a sap? Curly’s unbothered, he’s the one with the happiest partner on the 14th, so who’s really winning here, huh? Flowers, chocolates, kisses, holding hands at the drive-in, Curly doesn’t hold back for you, alright? He’s pretty great.

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itsimaginetime · 1 year

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Ooh, I have! I have!

Can I please request a sub!Seonghwa once where Seonghwa is having a bad day and the reader proceeds to 'take care of him'.

Basically fluffy, smutty, comfort seggs.

Thank you, can't wait to see it.

Son Ange (his angel)

⚠Warnings⚠: Sub!Seonghwa , Dom!Reader , Gn!Reader , Sub space , fingering (m receiving) , kisses and sweetness and love and fluff and all that jazz , so many pet names (love , baby , chéri, sweet boy and more) , Y/n speaks a few french words cause I can speak french and I thought it would make things more romantic🌹 (translations written in a smaller font , italics and in pink) , Y/n can pick Seonghwa up cause I said so , they love each other so so much💖💖💖

❗EVERYTHING IN THIS IMAGINE AND ALL IMAGINES I WRITE IS CONSENTUAL AND FICTIONAL , FOR EDUCATIONAL AND ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY❗

Summary📝: Seonghwa's having a bad day (poor baby 🥺) and Y/n takes care of him in the gentlest way possible 💖

Notes✏: My posting schedule is absolutely horrendous but oh well life is a bitch and I didn't have time to finish this request sooner. I hope you like it nonetheless 💕

Word count📖: 1.4k @itsimaginetime

Seonghwa's body was about to give out on him at this point, knees buckling as he struggled to fit the key in the lock to his s/o's apartment.

The two love birds have decided long ago to hangout in Y/n's apartment as much as possible and to make it a safe space for Seonghwa whenever he needed a break from being in the dorms.

And right now, Seonghwa needed a break from everything. @itsimaginetime

He needed a break from work , from his co-workers, from his friends...from himself.

He just needed his Y/n to make it all better again.

As he entered the apartment, the smell of delicious food invaded his senses , making his body even more pliant and docile, ready to fall completely limp at the first available possiblity.

"Chéri? (Dear?)"

There it was , that voice , the one he was craving to hear for the longest time now , gracing his ears like the touch of an angel, his angel , ready to soothe his worries and insecurities, be his lullaby when all he needs is someone to take care of him. @itsimaginetime

"Oh , there you are"

Broken out of his trance , Seonghwa looks up from the ground, up at his angel , seeing Y/n look at him with a mix of love , adoration and slight worry.

"Oh , baby... Rough day?"

He simply nodded, let his bag fall from his already loose grip and dragged his feet against the floor to reach his other half , the one who's waiting with open arms and an open heart , wanting and willing to provide all the love that he needs.

Wrapping their arms around him, Seonghwa finally found himself able to completely relax , forget the world and simply focus on the warmth that enveloped him whole. @itsimaginetime

"Aw , mon trésor (my treasure)." He felt soft kisses litter his head , rendering him into nothing but jelly in the safe grip of his loving s/o.

"Please...please, Y/n" Being in a safe space after an exhausting experience always did this to Seonghwa, always covered him up in the blanket of subspace, stealing his words and only giving him a select few to use that are usually "please" , "Y/n" , "more" and a few noises and gestures he could utilise to express agreement , disagreement and his needs.

Even with this lack of self-expression, Seonghwa knew that he could trust Y/n to understand him , they always understood, a single look from him explained all his needs in immaculate detail , so he truly needn't worry. And he's not. He's the farthest thing from worried. @itsimaginetime

"My baby needs me to take care of him, hmm? Do you want me to make you feel good , mon lapin (my bunny)?"

Seonghwa shuddered at his lover's gentle voice , at the sweet nicknames that dripped like thick honey from their oh-so-kissable lips.

He nodded at the question, affirming their words, gently grabbing Y/n's dominante hand and leading it towards his plush ass , pushing their fingers in between his clothed cheeks in a nonverbal attempt at communicating his needs.

"Does my baby want my fingers?" Seonghwa hummed with a cute smile , happiness visible in his features at his love's astonishing understanding of his soundless actions.

"Okay , bébé (baby). Are you prepped?" @itsimaginetime

A nod. He prepped in the dorm's bathroom while showering before grabbing his necessities in his bag and coming straight to the apartment.

"Such a sweet boy, helping me out and preparing himself for me" Seonghwa couldn't help but purr , letting his head fall into the crook of Y/n's neck , hearing a joyful quiet giggle rumble through their body, their hands rubbing his back in the most comfortable way imaginable.

"Bedroom?" A hum filled with trust and love was all they needed before Y/n picked up their submissive man , having him cling to them like a koala as they walked over to the aforementioned bedroom. @itsimaginetime

Y/n put Seonghwa onto the mattress like one puts down a porcelain doll , kissed his forehead before moving to the bedside table, pulling out the drawer to grab gloves and lube before climbing onto the bed on top of their sweetheart and attacking his gorgeous face with pecks and kisses , resulting in the softest, prettiest smiles and giggles from the man under them.

They gently grabbed at his clothes , looking at his sweet boba eyes as he gave a tiny nod in consent. After throwing the articles of clothing who knows where, Y/n proceeded to slip their gloves on discreetly, pouring a generous amount of lube on a finger before pressing it against Seonghwa's hole. Said man breathed in at the soft touch , nodding his head and whinnying in his throat as the light of his life looked at him for conformation. @itsimaginetime

Slowly and ever-so-gently , they pushed their appendage in , only to feel Seonghwa's hand tap on their shoulder to get their attention, holding up three of his fingers with a look of desperation.

"Three at once?" And like always , Y/n understood him immediately. He hummed happily, nodding with a smile. @itsimaginetime

"D'accord, mon cœur (my heart). Tap me if you need anything"

At that , the three fingers shimmied their way inside of Seonghwa's warm walls causing him to let out a sight of relief, satisfied by the full feeling.

"Feels good?". @itsimaginetime

"Mhm, more please"

Happily, Y/n moved their fingers more , back and forth, nice and slow , making the man melt into the mattress, soft sighs and moans leaving his lips freely.

"That's my baby. Just like that , love. Oublie ton stress (Forget your stress) and just let go"

Seonghwa's head started fogging up more and more as the loving words enveloped his soul in the sweetest embrace imaginable and he let it happen. @itsimaginetime

He let himself slip into the most vulnerable part of his mind , the most unguarded part of himself , the part that made him an easy target for pain and suffering , but he knew well that no harm would ever reach him while his s/o was taking care of him.

He felt safe. He is safe.

In his muddled brain, Seonghwa didn't notice his continued and repetitive mumbling of "please" and "Y/n" as the pleasure consumed him whole , as his love kissed his cheek and pecked his lips over and over again, whispering sweet praises as they moved their fingers with a set goal in mind.

Make their star feel good. @itsimaginetime

"Aw, mon chouchou d'amour (honey bunny), how I love you. How I love when you let go for me."

The squelching of lube echoed in the bedroom alongside gentle moans and pleas and other incoherent sounds as the man making said noises bathed in the ecstasy of love and pleasure, closing in on his much needed release.

A jolt of electricity zipped through his being as the pads of Y/n's fingers pressed against his sensitive prostate, making him drool at the feeling.

"There you go, mon prince (my prince). Cum for me , sweetheart."

And as expected, Y/n read his bodily cues like an expert, encouraging him to let go even more.

And let go he did. @itsimaginetime

As if the command triggered his body to react to it , Seonghwa's back arched beautifully as he came all over his stomach and chest , the action accompanied by his chocked gasps and heady moans while thrusting back against the fingers that continued to move inside of him , putting the perfect amount of pressure on his prostate , milking him completely of his essence.

As his high finally subsided , he fell back onto the bed , shivering from the intensity he just experienced. @itsimaginetime

With practiced ease , Y/n took off their gloves and wrapped Seonghwa up into their arms before pulling a blanket over their body and his , kissing his face while whispering sweet nothings comfortingly into the air they shared.

Slowly, ever-so-slowly , Seonghwa's mind cleared up as he looked up at his love , finding that they're already looking at him with the gentlest of smiles on their faces.

"Hello , gorgeous"

Seonghwa hummed in response , a cute smile on his face, still not ready to talk yet.

"How about..." @itsimaginetime

Y/n leaned forward, pulling their love into a a breathtaking kiss that brought some of the fuzziness back to Seonghwa's head before resuming their sentence.

"...we rest for a little bit, clean up later then eat the food I made earlier..."

Another kiss. They could never get enough of those plush lips of his.

"...Sounds good?"

Forgoing a verbal response, Seonghwa was the one to initiate their next lip lock, letting his hands rest against his s/o's arms as they kissed him back with all the love and compassion they had in their heart. @itsimaginetime

That sounded amazing, but he didn't need to verbalize for Y/n to know how he felt. They'll always know.

And without a single doubt , Seonghwa felt best in his Y/n's arms.

They truly are an angel. His angel.

©@itsimaginetime (DO NOT REPOST! DO NOT TRANSLATE!)

#ateez imagines #sub!idol #sub!kpop #dom!reader #sub!ateez #sub!seonghwa #seonghwa x y/n #seonghwa x reader #ateez imagine #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez suggestive #ateez smut

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nippleplayer0 · 10 months

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could you write about akutagawa finding out his s/o is atsushi's sister?

I'm not super familiar with seasons beyond season one, so if it differs from canon I'm sorry !!

yes 😜😜 RAJAAJJAJAJAJA

Though not formally affiliated with the Mafia, during their time on the streets, a few deals and trades weren't uncommon. It's only a person doing what a person needs to do.

They had no just them to take care of, but their brother. Despite being younger, they learnt that being the one with a more suitable ability for handling such things, they couldn't afford to sit around.

That's when they met one Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

An awkward, 14 year old whose eyes hadn't turned completely black yet.

Though partaking in harsh training to enter the Port Mafia, the two kept finding themselves crossing paths.

He shouldn't be feeling this way.

He was training under the youngest Port Mafia executive. His faith and life belonged to none other than the Port Mafia. So why was he excited when he always saw the person waiting at their unofficial meeting spot ?

However, no matter how much his heart swelled, it wouldn't stop what Dazai did to him, and it wouldn't stop how he was nothing more but a dog to the Mafia.

But still, each night, he could go by the docs and meet, perhaps, a friend ?

It must be a story, some fanfiction, the way the stars aligned for the two was barely believable.

While shut off from the outside world, he always kept a soft spot for one person, and the light in his eyes would come back even for just a minute while with them.

Now, In their 20s, Akutagawa had become a feared key piece of the Port Mafias cruel game of chess; Meanwhile, with some twisted turn of luck, [Names] younger brother, 18 year old Atsushi Nakajima, had managed to get a job !!

From [Names] Perspective, their brother was keeping the details of his job hidden.

Though, they couldn't blame them, as they weren't completely transparent with their.. Less than moral doings to keep them afloat in their younger years.

However, they didn't know that Atsushi didn't know the details of his job all that well either..

Now a bit more stable, Akutagawa and them made the decision to test out dating. Though their feelings were clear, it was a big step, and he didn't want to lose one of the few people he could trust.

Now, you'd have to do some heinous shit to make him stop trusting you, and being the sibling of the weretiger wasn't the worst.

He's just.. Embarrassed, honestly.

You had mentioned a younger brother, but .. Can you blame him ?! He was so focused on just.. you.

He really could've put it together sooner, but he hadn't.

So now, he was met with an awkward scene to say the least.

You were meeting with Akutagawa for a date, which he always made time for, however, rarely were they in public..

And it just so happens that while Atsushi is out on some errands, he stops into the Cafe you and Ryu were at.

(writing dialogue makes me wanna piss myself it's so awkward)

"AKUTAGAWA-! GET AWAY FROM THEM."

His dark eyes narrowed at the voice.

"Weretiger. What business do you have telling me what to do ?"

"I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU WANT WITH THEM, BUT THINK TWICE IF YOU THINK ITS GOING TO BE EASY."

Atsushi got into a fighting stance, and you know Akutagawa, you knew you had approximately 2.6 seconds before everything went to hell.

You stood up, "Boys."

They both obeyed 🧍🧍

Being the older sibling, you had to jab at your brother first, "Where did your manners go ?"

He stuttered- "Why are you defending HIM??"

Your eyes travelled to your, to say the least, shocked boyfriend. "And what did you do to make my brother act this way?'

He coughed, "B..brother..?"

You glared, "Ive told you about Atsushi, I know I have."

He sighed. Fuck fuck fuck FUUCK. "I know, [Name], I didn't put the pieces together."

You looked back to your HORRIFIED 😨😨 brother.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE ??"

You rubbed at your temples. "I don't know what's going on between you two, and, I really don't care."

"Ryu, this is my brother, Atsushi Nakajima. Atsushi, this is Ryunosuke Akutagawa, my boyfriend."

JAW ON THE GODDAMN FLOOR

Over all, I think Atsushi would take it harder

You can't hide your past from him much longer, and he's just hurt that you didn't trust him enough. While, eventually you get through it, it's hard for him at first.

Akutagawa blames himself, you have to insist that your brother could have been anyone in Yokohama, and that he isn't dumb.

Besides, what you don't know won't hurt you.

Between you and me though, while fighting, it seems like they try to kill each other a little less.

#bsd x reader #akutagawa x reader

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punk4ndisorderly · 11 months

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light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

VII VIII - i'm left, you're right, she's gone IX

Y/N's lids slowly slid open, the chirping of the birds outside waking her up. Rubbing the sleep off her eyes, she smiled at Jack's peaceful expression, his soft snores echoing around the hotel room.

Weirdly enough, she felt like lying there, her body intertwined with his, was exactly what she was supposed to be doing. Nothing about their late-night encounter felt awkward or uncomfortable the morning after. In fact, she’d gladly stay like that a couple more hours, even if it was just to admire the way her former linemate's lips were shaped, or how the stubble on his face made him look so grown-up and mature. Jack looked incredible even when he was asleep. She could swear he grew more handsome by the minute.

Tapping her fingertips on his naked chest, she carefully leaned over him, reaching for his phone to check the time.

It was almost half past one. The doctor gasped, coming to the realization her flight was set to leave in an hour and twenty minutes and she had yet to get up, take a shower and pack.

Making sure she didn’t wake him up, Y/N untangled herself from Jack's embrace, detached her legs from his side and climbed off the bed, checking her pajama pants for her key. Planting a chaste kiss goodbye on his forehead, she quickly ran to the door, leaving the room and rushing to hers.

Picking a pair of denim overalls and a sweater, the coach's daughter hurriedly took a shower, choosing to throw her hair into a ponytail and putting on her pink Converse before packing and checking the room to see if she wasn’t leaving anything behind.

Fortunately, she managed to hail a cab and make it to the airport just in time to check-in, get through security and enter the plane, right before the last call.

Plopping down on her seat, Y/N retrieved her phone from her purse, typing a text to Jack.

Thank you for letting me crash with you. Was running a little late to catch my flight and I didn’t want to wake you up – you look extremely cuddly and cute when you’re asleep. Hope to hear from you soon!

Love, Y/N.

PS: you snore pretty loudly. Thought I’d give you a heads up.

Jack was awoken by the loud ringtone he had set for his text notifications. Feeling the lack of Y/N's body heat on top of him, he reached for her, only to realize she wasn’t next to him. The Devils' player opened his eyes, sighing, and took his phone from the nightstand, a small grin appearing on his face when he saw her name on the screen.

He hadn’t dreamt about her showing at his doorstep asking to stay over. It was real. It happened.

The vulnerability she had shown him was so different from what he was used to getting from her. She had always been the independent one, and he couldn’t imagine how helpless she must’ve felt to ask for his aid. Above all, Jack loved the fact that she’d come to him. Y/N had trusted him to provide her a feeling of safety and comfort and that made his heart soar.

He was flying from Michigan to LA and then straight to Newark, but he still had plenty of time to kill before that.

Getting up, he noticed how eager he was to see Y/N again. She had just left, yet there he was, like a lost puppy, waiting for her return.

Without really putting much thought into it, he got ready and left his luggage by the door, going downstairs to at least grab some lunch before heading out.

Trevor and Alex were sat alone at one of the tables, sunglasses covering their eyes and holding their heads up with their fists. Jack chuckled to himself, leaning down and placing his arms around his hungover friends’ shoulders.

“Good morning, Vietnam!” he chanted, enthusiastically, channeling his inner Robin Williams.

“I swear I’ll punch you in the nuts, you douche.” Trevor barked, wincing as he momentarily took of his sunglasses.

“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” Jack asked in a mocking tone.

“Shh, man. I’m in pain.” Alex hushed him.

“I can’t believe you dweebs got drunk on two glasses of wine. By the way, nice singing, Victoria. Really smooth.”

“I don’t tiptoe around things, my friend. I go in for the kill with the song choices.” his blond friend pointed out, sipping from his glass of water. “My throat feels as dry as the freaking desert, I’m going to stick to rootbeer from now on.”

“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.” Alex condescended, patting his shoulder.

“So, young stallion, did you and Junior have a sleepover again?” Trevor inquired, looking at Jack. “You did, didn’t you? You totally did! Ow, my head…”

“Nothing happened. Fuck, when did you two become so nosy?”

“Since you became a free man. That means we’re you’re both single at the same time. It’s glorious!” Alex crowed.

“Calm down, Turc. It’s not like they’re going to be single for long.” Trevor smirked.

“We’re not?”

“I give you a week. You two will be begging to go on a double date with Tiff and I.”

“Tiffani with an i or Tiffany with a y?"

"Shut up."

Y/N leaned back on her seat, checking for the tenth time if her phone was on airplane mode and looking at the pictures she had taken throughout the weekend, stopping when she saw one of the photos Cole had taken of her and Jack. It was one of the very last pictures, after their friend had said people were going to crazy over them and the pair stopped posing. Or at least they were supposed to. Jack's eyes remained focused solely on Y/N as she moved forward to retrieve her father's phone. He had the sweetest smile on his face and she couldn’t help but grin like a fool at the sight of it.

“Aw, look at you two, so in love!”

The doctor came back to reality, the voice coming from the seat next to hers, where an elderly lady was sat, with a chord holding her large spectacles around her neck, a magazine on her lap and both eyes glued to Y/N's phone.

“Oh, we’re not… It’s not… We’re friends.” she stuttered.

The older woman leaned in a bit closed, putting her glasses on.

“Well, darling, you could’ve fooled me.”

“We trained together…”

“You kids are athletes? How fabulous!”

“Oh, it was just a thing I did for fun. I’m a doctor. He’s the athlete.”

“I love sports.” the lady smiled at her. “I guess it’s related to the fact that I was named after one of the greats.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yes, dear. I’m Lidia. My father was a big fan of Lidia Bongiovanni back in the day.” she said, holding out her hand.

“Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you.” the coach's daughter replied, shaking her hand.

“That’s a beautiful name, sweetheart. And you have such a pretty face to go with it, what a doll!”

“Thank you!” Y/N blushed. “That’s so nice of you to say.”

“You know what? Now that I’m really looking at you smiling, you’re reminding me so much of my daughter… Tony! Antonino, amore!” Lidia called, sticking her neck out, looking for her husband. “Come here!”

A man around her age came rushing down the aisle, holding a bag of peanuts and a set of headphones under his arm. His grey hair was neatly combed to the side and he had a rather thick moustache adorning his upper lip.

“What is it, tesoro?” Grigory inquired, in a distinct italian accent.

“This young lady sitting next to me is Y/N. She’s a doctor! Doesn’t she look a bit like our Gia?”

Tony directed his attention to Y/N, who waved hello. He looked her up and down, furrowing his brows.

“You miss her too much, Lidia. Ms. Y/N here doesn’t look anything like our daughter.” the old man chuckled, showing his dimples.

“Oh, but she does! Don’t fight me on this, Antonino Benedetti!”

“Alright, tesoro, alright, whatever you say.” he smiled, squeezing her shoulder. “I’m going back to my seat, I got myself some peanuts and a nice movie to watch. It was lovely to meet you, Ms. Y/N. Have a nice flight!”

“Thanks, you too!” Y/N jested.

She watched as Tony kissed Lidia's head and walked back to his seat, a few rows ahead.

“Why aren’t you seating next to your husband. Mrs. Benedetti?”

“Please, call me Lidia! Well, we only booked the flight yesterday and these two seats were the last ones left.”

“Do you want me to switch seats with him? It’s totally fine by me, I don’t mind!” Y/N offered, standing up.

“Oh no, stay! Tony and I are practically attached to the hip, there’s no problem in being separated for a few hours.” Lidia winked. “Plus, he has the awful habit of talking through the entirety of a movie.”

The doctor chuckled lightly, nodding.

“Your husband…”

“Tony.” the older woman corrected her.

“Sorry. Tony said you are missing your daughter. How long have you been apart?”

“We’ve got five kids, four living in different places across the country. Gia lives in the farthest away, so we only see her one or two times a year.”

“Oh… I don’t think I could handle living so far away from my daughter.”

“Life tricks us like that sometimes. She went over there to do her masters, fell in love and never came back for good. As long as Gia's happy the ache in my chest is less of a burden, though. How old is yours?”

“Josephine five now. Here.” Y/N handed Lidia her phone. “You can swipe left, there’s more.”

“She’s a stunner, Y/N. Well done!” the elderly lady gushed, flipping through her camera roll. “Oh and back to the lovebirds.” she winked, once she landed on Y/N's pictures with Jack.

“We’re…”

“I know, I know.” Lidia waved her off. “But he does look very interested.”

“No, Lidia, he’s really not…”

“Wait, are you married?”

“Divorced. But Jack and I are friends and I think we’ll never cross the line to anything other than that.” Y/N mumbled, now looking at the picture.

“You never know. Love is a strange thing, my dear. It knocks us out, pulls us back up and then does the same thing all over again repeatedly. It may blossom from a friendship at any time Don’t ever close yourself off to it just because you might be afraid of the outcome. If I hadn’t allowed a friendship to become more than that I wouldn’t be married for forty-seven years with five kids and thirteen grandchildren. Making the decision is the difficult part. Trust me, I know a thing or two.” Lidia patted her hand.

“You do seem like a lovely couple.”

“Oh, we’ve fought long and hard for our love. Tony came to the US with a scholarship and the hope of having a better life. His parents didn’t have a lot of money, but they encouraged their son to pursue his dreams. I met him in an English Literature class in college. We started off as friends: he made me laugh and always walked me to class, but quickly we realized that there was something more between us. I put up a good fight against my feelings because I didn’t want to lose what we had for something that could go terribly wrong, but Tony never gave up on me. Eventually I decided that I only had one life to life so we started dating. We dated throughout the summer and, boy, did we have a great time. He met my parents in September and I’m not going to sugarcoat this: they hated him. They wouldn’t accept our relationship and tried to convince me to leave him, ultimately giving me an ultimatum: either I got rid of, in their actual words, ‘that awful low-life’ or they’d cut me off. So I did the only thing I could possibly do in my situation: I married him and left town. We were twenty at the time…”

“That’s one hell of a love story… Did your parents really cut you off?”

“Unfortunately, I can’t exactly pinpoint the last time I even saw them before they passed away.” Lidia sighed, adjusting her spectacles. “But I have a wonderful family. They are my everything. If I could go back, I wouldn’t have done anything differently. So, my dear Y/N, I advise you to ponder giving that boy Jack a chance. Who knows, you might find just what you have always been looking for.”

“How did you…”

“A mother always knows, right?”

LAX was as busy as usual. Jack navigated his way through the crowd of oblivious travelers, going down the escalators with his large suitcase in tow.

Coming back to LA was bittersweet: he loved the city and this a publicity deal, but he knew he would have to work with the person he had willed himself to let go of recently. His heart wasn’t hurting, but he dreaded the awkward post-break-up moments that would surely ensue as soon as he stepped foot on set.

Man up, Jack.

Jack stepped off the escalator, spotting the person he was looking for. He squinted, trying to read what his agent turned friend had scribbled down on a piece of cardboard.

Barry Benson, it read.

“I was hoping that, after all these years and my constant nagging, you’d finally let it go.”

“You know damn well I’ll never let you live down the bee costume.”

He laughed loudly, pulling his friend into a hug.

“I should’ve made my mom block you on social media, Ed.”

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #y/n x jack hughes #jack hughes blurb #hockey #hockey boys #team usa #trevor zegras #cole caufield #alex turcotte #quinn hughes #luke hughes #fanfiction #blurb

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coffeelovesdramasalatte · 1 year

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LITA Ep 1 rewatch thoughts

Taking it from the top! Why is Phayu literally the nicest person ever? Like he just saw someone's car stalling near the road in the rain and he just stopped to help? I love that this is their official intro to each other bc it gives us viewers a clear impression of their dynamic from the very beginning. The music selection in this scene is so funny though bc it's intense and dangerous and Phayu is literally just telling Rain to turn his hazard lights on lmao.

I also love that every time Phayu helps Rain, he does so with encouragement for Rain to be more self-sufficient. The tire-changing is example one.

"You're so handsome" RAIN pls control yourself... I mean we all agree and Phayu's already looking interested but danggg

Ah Sky, the long-suffering (affectionate) BFF. Did we ever find out when they met? Was it just in college or before, bc it looks like Sky's Rain-related-nonsense-tolerance meter is constantly maxed out and that usually comes from long-term friendships.

I LOVE HIM there is not a single thought behind these eyes

Yassss department god Phayu for the win!! Love how this montage makes Phayu seem like a highly elegant and smart guy (which he is) but then we just watch him be a dork over Rain the rest of the series.

Fast forward a bit to the restaurant scene bc I forgot to keep typing...

Ok yeah sure you don't remember Rain, Phayu. Please, you made a beeline directly to him as soon as you walked in. Also, this scene makes my heart beat faster even though they do a lot more later on (where are those eyes looking, eh Phayu?).

The next scene where Phayu wipes Rain's hair gives me mixed feelings bc on the one hand, I don't like how Rain literally had to hit Phayu with a pillow before he'd let go, but on the other I didn't actually get a sense of danger from Phayu. I also did like that Phayu threw out "actually I'm bisexual" so casually - love that for us. I also think it's hilarious how fast Rain falls into the "I'm so into Phayu" headspace. I've heard some people call it subspace and from what I know I'm inclined to agree but I don't know enough to comment on that further. Also here begins the saga of Rain having a death-grip on Phayu's neck during intimate moments. We stan <3

Somehow I didn't notice the thermostat being set so low during every rewatch of this episode until now - I was always confused as to why Rain had to go under the covers but I get it.

When they wake up and Rain calls Phayu a bunch of names I couldn't stop laughing - it's even funnier when you know what's coming in the next few eps. Also my son really went "no thoughts head empty" after a single cheek kiss from Phayu. What a cutie

Rain cursing at the storm is so cute!!! Also we love our logical bestie Sky as always.

I LOVE P'Aon!! Also he's the first person to call Rain Phayu's boy and for some reason I think that's v v cute

I accidentally paused and can't stop laughing at Phayu's face here PLSSSS

And we've made it to the ending scene!! Ahhhh this makes me SO SOFT! I love it when characters tuck their face into their partner's neck when they're sleeping - there's something about the trust and comfort needed to do that which makes me so happy to see it play out. And Phayu's little "I'm really starting to like you, Rain" with the SOFTEST little smile on his face URGH I'M EXPERIENCING EMOTIONS

This is one of my favorite opening episodes of a series! We got introduced to all the main players as well as the key side-characters, and we got a good understanding of who Rain and Phayu are as individuals (less so on Phayu's side for now) and their dynamic together. I was so hyped to finish the rest of the series as soon as I finished this episode the first time

#love in the air #lita #lita the series #bossnoeul #phayurain #payurain

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bellshazes · 2 years

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so hypothetically speaking, if i were to take on the 10 year backlog of ethubs content….. where would i even start?? its so much content that it’s totally overwhelming to me, and you seem like the only person on the planet to have sifted thru all of it, so i need ur wisdom 😭

trust me I have not and I know there are others (hi rio) but imo the key is to just. follow your heart. they are constantly bringing up old stuff and each other anyway so you will find new shiny things to go check out if you start anywhere. like, the whole reason I watched UHCs for the first time is bc of etho lying to say bdubs voted him out (not a UHC mechanic) and called him a son of a sweetheart in his LP. that said, I do have a masterpost of my fave bdubs mindcrack episodes which frankly is a lot of etho + bdubs, as well as a list of some of my favorite clips.

off the top of my head, suggestions to poke around in:

survival of the fittest, s1 and s2 - bdubs' death game with prox chat. the handcuff thing in s1. i shan't say any more. watch etho for s1, bdubs for s2.

nether hubs, mindcrack s3 and s4 - literally the s4 one is so good, and the episodes they build it in also cover some of the best death games 2.0 moments between them. chicken noodle soup. etho's POV for the first one but bdubs for the second, if you have to pick.

feed the beast call of duty pvp arena - one of the first but not the last arena project. highlights include bdubs ordering etho to strip and also them killing each other for fun.

speaking of arenas, the immediate sequel to the COD map is the fire and ice arena in mindcrack s4. etho builds a house outside the arena itself, stealing bdubs' block palette, and only an episode or two later getting bdubs to help and decorating his room across the hall with quote justin bieber posters unquote, causing at least zisteau to later ask if bdubs really is a belieber.

whatever the episode is that etho hires bdubs to kill someone for him and then showers him with meat in mindcrack s3

here is a secret: i have not yet watched The Trial. but it's foundational. all the etho vs. the b-team stuff is so funny especially how often he and bdubs are literally collabing on something at the same time.

UHCs - etho's POV of UHC 4 is classic and victorious. bdubs' POV of UHC 11 is the worst thing i've ever seen in my life, watch it immediately. there's other ones but i haven't seen most of them because i feel compelled to watch for Live Bdubs Reactions but it makes me want to throw up every time. because he is Insane.

OOGE - three different CTM maps, ymmv; this ranking is spot on, but i've also watched OOG (bdubs + guude) so like clearly my tolerance is not normal. watch kaizo caverns

horse courses, mindcrack s3 and s5, hermitcraft s8 - beyonc? and taylor swift horses of all time. you really just should watch etho or bdubs' first mindcrack seasons. s5 mesa one also features doc and genny and the running sick joke you will recognize from the s4 nether hub and last life.

those three entire episodes of etho helping bdubs with his spawner situation that's only in bdubs' POV, starting with bdubs going oh let's not bother him and then freaking out a little when etho volunteers himself to help. the first but not the last time etho says he wants to live in bdubs' basement.

hermitcraft s7. just the whole thing both their povs don't worry about it, you already know, etc. but personal soft spots of course for etho killing bdubs with kindness and the delivery boy saga, which references an ancient joke about pink shirts. also hcs8 overlapping last life and bdubs' very very blatant etho-obsession is just so much.

also of course the life series but instead of telling you what you already know please consider how bdubs signing his invoice "luv bdubs" to etho but reading it out loud as "love, professionally, bdubs" aired immediately after "he loves me! he cares. he does" happened. we don't talk about that weird little no homo enough

thank you for reminding me i need to finish the etho mindcrack best of list. i'm surely missing a ton of stuff but this is a rough approximation of my favorites and/or essentials. but seriously i have jumped around and finished some series, only watched a few select episodes of others, and straight up forgot to finish several more. be free! go nuts. (you will go nuts. this part is not optional)

#game shows DO touch our lives #ethubs #peter answers #i'd do more links but i'd never get this out in a reasonable timeframe. sorry. they're all over my blog #also see my 'daily cursed bdubs clip' and 'daily cursed etho clip' tags on this blog. for horrors and delights #long post #masterpost

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Wildflower

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Keiki Lahela (F!MC) x Koa Haulani (M!OC)

Words: 4,000+

Rating: Teen. A few curse words.

Summary: Keiki who still struggles with trusting guys and entering a new relationship after Dylan broke her heart, meets someone new. Will she give Koa a chance or will she let her fear of getting hurt win and therefore miss out on a great connection with Koa?

A/N: This is my submission for @springfeverpitch Thank you for giving us the chance to write amazing stories. So my base is 1st base. My word is lipgloss (it will be in color) and my sentence is "I thought you might like (blank), so I brought you some."

Sidenote: Thank you to these wonderful ladies without whom my story would’ve never be finished @annieruok94 💚 @txemrn 💚@socalwriterbee 💚 Thanks so much 💚

Two months ago…

Keiki

I was standing in front of a big oval mirror, putting on some lip gloss. The tube says coral crush. It’s my favorite.

My best friend Alexis, or Lexi for short, and I got ready at her place for a college party at the boy's fraternity house.

It’s the last party to ring in the semester finals.

Apparently there’s going to be plenty of hot guys and

»You should let go and get a groove on«

Lexis' words, not mine.

I chose a black satin halter-neck dress with a soft flaring skirt. It ended at the knees. I paired my dress with my favorite heeled ankle boots with pearl studs.

Making me a bit taller than my 5‘5 feet.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this carefree and good. If my brother could see me now in my dress, I smiled.

Luna would just tell him to let me have fun, and he’d shake his head and yell ”Have fun, but please don’t get pregnant. I’m not ready to become an uncle yet.“

I love my brother, and now that we’ve repaired our relationship? He’s my rock. Any time I need advice, I can go to him.

I learned to trust him again and to forgave him, though we did come a long way to trusting each other once more.

It’s like Bryce said, ”Holding on to the past is painful. You should learn how to let go of the pain.“

I smiled at that. Because he’s right. Not that I’m going to tell him that. My brother's ego is already big enough, no need to inflate it even more.

I looked around Lexi's room for my little black and white striped purse. When I saw it, I took it and walked down the stairs, where Lexi was waiting for me.

”Looking good, Keiks.“ Lexi winks.

I rolled my eyes at her, and she laughed, snorted at the end.

She grinned at me and grabbed her car keys. When we’re inside the car, I wanted to put on a Britney Spears song.

But her next words stopped me.

”No Britney Spears songs. Last time we rode in the car together, you and Luna were singing Britney songs all the damn time. Please, no more Britney.“

I gasped.

”Really? I thought you liked her songs?“

”I lied. I didn’t want to say anything. Because you were having so much fun. But after listening to so many of her songs, I’ve gotta say it’s a no for me.“

I shook my head and grinned as I put on Shake it off by Taylor Swift.

Alexis laughed.

”That’s a song I approve of. This is why we’re best friends.“

I shook my head laughing.

The soft, salty breeze wafted through our hair and through the open sunroof of Lexi’s purple Jeep.

I lifted my hands up in the air as Alexis and I sang along to Taylor Swift's song – Shake it off.

A short drive later, we arrived at the party.

Alexis put the Jeep in park, turned off the ignition, and we got out.

Once outside, I stared at this huge beige painted house that sat on a freshly manicured lawn, surrounded by palm trees and hibiscus bushes. Making the night smell like a flower garden.

Several cars are already parked outside. People are milling on the lawn, drinking and laughing, when we arrived.

Looks like there wasn’t enough space to fit everyone.

Alexis and I exchanged a look and then just shrugged as we walked towards the entrance and almost got run over by a group of girls in neon bikinis.

Lexi and jumped out of the way.

So, this is what mayhem in the form of a college party looks like.

”Damn. Not what I expected.“ Lexi whistled.

I grinned as we got inside and saw people dancing everywhere on a makeshift dance floor.

One guy tried to grab my ass a mere second ago. I pushed his hand away. What a jerk.

If I wanted to be touched, I don’t want it to be some drunk person. Who won’t even remember tonight and is just trying to score.

”Lexi! Keiki!“ A redhead squealed. It’s Maren. She’s super nice. We've all hung out before. She’s followed by Trina, Malia and Ailani.

”So glad you guys came. It would’ve been a snooze fest without you.“

She gave me and Lexi a hug and then dragged us deeper into the crowd.

Lexi points to the stage where they’re setting up a karaoke station.

”Oh my god. A karaoke station! I’ll go and sign us up.“

I sighed and can’t even get a word out.

Maren and the others grin.

”Looks like it’s going to be karaoke night later,“ she grinned at all of us.

Lexi came back, grinning widely. Not revealing what song she chose. Making my nerves flutter in anticipation.

When it’s time for us to sing, my knees shook a little because I’m really not into big crowds. I never was.

A mic turned on and a tall guy with long black hair grinned at all of us. His blue eyes sparkled with joy.

”Alright. Alright. Looks like we’ve got our first round of beautiful ladies ready to sing a song. So, what are you going to serenade us with?“

He grinned at Lexi who winked at him.

”Shoutout to my Ex by Little Mix,“ she said.

”We’re singing what?“ I whispered loudly next to Lexi.

”Just relax. It’s a good song. Try to have a good time.“

”Lexi, I’m serious. Of all the songs you could’ve picked…“ I spluttered.

”Trust me Keiks, you need this cathartic moment.“ Lexi grinned softly at me.

My friends gave me an encouraging smile and nod. And some of my nerves settled a little.

As the first tunes came on I needed a second to get into the song, but once I did, all nerves just fell away, and I actually enjoyed myself together with my friends.

Koa

Frat parties aren’t really my scene. I prefer smaller gatherings to large ones.

I came because friends of mine tried to get me out of my funk.

Not only that, but I’ve been tired and restless lately, so they begged me to come to this party.

As my best friend Keanu pointed out earlier this morning

»Dude. Get out of your house. Stop studying. And just let loose, you need to get laid man.«

Subtle as always.

I chuckled to myself. I’m glad I have him by my side. He always knows when to kick my ass and get me out of my bubble.

So, here I am. At a party that’s already in full swing.

I squeezed all my 6‘2 feet through the crowd. As I tried to find some space where I can actually move around and not get elbowed in the ribs all the damn time.

As I get further into the crowd, I can see there’s a stage where some girls are singing karaoke.

About to walk away, I noticed one of the girls singing.

That dress! Flowing like a river and hugging all the right places.

Her brown hair flings back and forth as she’s singing a song by Little Mix?

My sister loves that band, that's how I even know the song.

I keep walking up to the front, so I’m closer to the stage. To have an unobstructed view of the girl who’s singing.

»I swear you'll never bring me down«

»Shout out to my ex, you're really« quite the man«

»You made my heart break and that made me who I am«

»Here's to my ex, hey, look at me now«

»Well, I'm I'm all the way up«

»I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down«

The other girls are hugging each other as they sing what seem to be the last lines.

I don’t even notice the other girls. It’s as if they faded into the background.

Because I only have eyes for the brunette.

Who is she? And how come I haven’t seen her before on campus? Maybe because I live off-campus?

There’s something underneath that radiant smile of hers that is pulling me in.

Perhaps it’s the sadness with the last notes. It’s as if her brown eyes are saying, please don’t hurt my heart.

Because I can tell that this song means a lot more to her than to the other girls on stage.

I ask myself who hurt her like that? As if my heart pulls me closer to her only to say »You’re safe with me.«

Pulled out of my thoughts by my best friend's voice.

”So that was a good start. Thank you to Lexi, Keiki, Trina, Malia and Ailani for this wonderful performance. So, who’s up next?“ Keanu said, his brown eyes sparkled, and he pushed his black hair out of his face.

I grinned when I saw my best friend on stage.

He pointed to each girl on stage. Then he pointed to the girl I was looking at.

Keiki. The name rolled off my tongue. It’s a beautiful name and it fits her.

I smiles as I made my way through the crowd. I really needed to find an opportunity to ask her out. Even if it’s just to dance tonight. I know I’ll regret it if I don’t.

If life has taught me anything? It’s to take chances. Even if it doesn’t work out the way you wanted it to. At least you can say you gave it your all.

Keiki

I got off-stage, and I knew I look med like a sweaty mess. I'm so thirsty, I knew I would rather not touch the alcohol they had to offer. I’m in need of water.

”I’m going to get me some water. You want some?“

Lexi shook her head.

”I’m good.“

”Alright. I’ll be right back.“

I navigated myself through the crowd as I tried to locate the kitchen in this giant house. It’s more like a maze than a house.

Meanwhile, I moved around drunk people, which is a sport in and of itself.

When I got to the kitchen, I push med the white wooden door open. Thankfully, there’s no one in here.

When I shut the door to the kitchen, the noise of the party was a little muted. Which gave me time to catch my breath.

I’m about to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, when I heard the door opened again.

I turned around and did a double take when I saw the guy who walked in.

Cold air from the fridge blasted onto my face, as I’m holding on to the fridge door.

The water bottle I grabbed almost slipped out of my hands.

Where the hell did this guy come from? I haven’t seen him around. I had to look up, since he’s at least 6‘2 feet tall.

I swear, he looks like a real version of Ken.

Blond hair, bright sea green eyes, chiseled jaw.

He wore ripped jeans and a stark white shirt that stood out on his tan skin.

While I still stood there like an idiot. Unmoving. Mouth wide open and stared at him, like I’ve never seen a guy before, I try to mentally slap myself and to get out of my funk.

”Hi.“ He said as he walked closer.

Up close, his eyes looked as colorful as the green Severum fish. The rich green hue of the fish reminded me of this guy's eyes.

We’ve had a whole chapter on fish close to the end of the semester, so that’s why it’s so fresh in my mind.

”Hey.“ I waved nervously. Trying to smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.

Can you say first awkward conversation? Get it together, Keiki. You’ve seen guys before.

But holy shit, none of them are like him.

”Did you try to escape the crowd too?“

I grinned, licking my lips.

”That obvious?“ I played with a strand of my hair. A nervous habit of mine. I’m usually not like one of those giggly girls, but for some reason he brings that out in me.

He walked over and reached around me to grab a water bottle from the still open fridge, his arm slightly brushed against my shoulder.

I got goosebumps all over my body, not just because of the cold air but because of skin on skin contact.

His cologne wafted towards me. Reminding me of the fresh and clean ocean.

He took a water bottle for himself and closed the fridge with a snap, making me pay attention to his next words.

”It’s not that. I wondered why a gorgeous girl like you would hide in here.“

I scoffed.

”I’m not hiding. I was getting some water for myself.“

”Sure.“

He nodded slowly and took a sip of his water.

Damn. Why does everything he does look sexy? Why can’t he be unattractive? It’d be easier not to like him.

He grinned as if he caught me staring at him. I blushed and looked away.

”I’m Koa by the way.“

”I’m Keiki.“

”Yeah, I saw you on stage. Great voice.“

”Oh…thank you. I was so nervous, but eventually, I had a lot of fun.“

I grinned at him, and he grinned back, two dimples showing in his cheeks.

Oh my god! I love dimples. I can’t stop looking at him. Feeling a magical pull.

But I tried to be careful, I didn’t want to fall for a pretty face. Only to get hurt again.

My spine stiffened and I leaned on the kitchen counter next to the fridge.

Hopefully, he didn’t notice anything about my posture changing.

The water bottle, half drunk, dangled from his fingertips.

”Do we have some classes together?“

He asked me and I thought back to my schedule. But I can't think of any classes I shared with Koa. I shook my head.

”I don’t think so. What’s your major?“ I asked.

”Marine biology.“

”Ah got it. That’s why our paths haven’t crossed. I’m studying to become a vet.“

He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

”No way! Damn that’s cool. But it’s a lot right?“

I nodded and laughed.

”It’s okay. The first semester was tough. Although I’m actually ahead of my reading schedule. And its fun. My brother is a surgeon. Becoming a vet felt more like my calling.“

He smiled softly, and it transformed his whole face from a pretty boy to a gorgeous guy.

I’m left speechless for a few seconds.

I smiled slowly and Koa grinned back.

”Smart and beautiful. Dangerous combo.“

My smile faded.

”If you’re trying to score, try again.“

His grin fell.

Oh, shit. I shouldn’t have said that. As I’m trying to scramble for another reply, his next words hit me.

”I was serious. I don’t give out compliments if I don't mean them.“

I raised my eyebrows.

”I…wasn’t trying to insinuate anything. It’s just… I’ve…“

He moved closer, making me want to move away. But I’m not able to escape his eyes. Which are full of understanding.

”No need to explain. I get it. When you’re ready, you can tell me. I can wait.“

”When?“

”You didn’t think I’d not ask you out, did you?“

”I could’ve said no. I just met you.“

He grinned.

”Something tells me you’re far too curious not to at least see if you like me.“

”Hmm. You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?“

”I don’t think I’ve got you figured out at all. I don’t judge or assume something about others. I let time be the judge. People sometimes need time before they’re ready to share certain things, and that’s okay.“

A slow smile spread on my face, but I tried to tone it down.

”Let that smile spread. I’d love to see it.“

I grinned.

”There it is. You shouldn’t be scared to let others see it.“

My stomach took this moment to grumble loudly.

Koa laughed.

”Looks like someone is hungry.“

I turned beet red.

”Yeah. I…uh…forgot to eat earlier…“

He shook his head.

”We can’t have that. Let’s see what this kitchen has to offer. Unless the guys have eaten everything. Which wouldn’t surprise me.“

”Do you live here?“

”Would you judge me if I said yes?“

He turned his head and grinned at me.

”I wouldn’t. I was just curious.“ I said defensively.

”Relax. I’m just messing with you, Keiki. My best friend Keanu lives here. I live off-campus. I visit him from time to time here. But he usually hangs out at my place.“

”What about you?“

”I live off-campus too. I live with my brother and his fiancé.“

I took off my heels and hopped on the counter. My feet dangled in the air.

”Sounds good. And you save money by not having to pay for your own place.“

He opened the cupboards and got out a couple of bags and put them on the counter.

”Looks like I found our dinner. We have a fine selection of chips. Sour cream and onion, bacon. And salt and vinegar. And my personal favorite, Hawaiian Hurricane popcorn.“

I looked at him and when I saw the colorful bag, I almost sighed. It’s my favorite snack.

”You’re kidding? I love Hawaiian Hurricane popcorn. I always add…“

”…spicy cheese dip.“

We said at the same time and then laughed.

”Oh my god, I thought I was the only one who eats it this way. Can we check if there’s any?“

”Way ahead of you,“ he said.

He stepped closer to me until his jeans grazed against my bare legs. Making me shiver.

He handed me a jar of spicy cheese dip.

”God, I haven’t eaten this in a while.“ I sighed in bliss.

”I used to eat this so much my parents had to hide it from me.“

”My brother who eats his gross oatmeal tells me how Hurricane popcorn and spicy cheese dip is gross?“

I grinned as I dipped my popcorn into the cheese.

He stopped eating for a second to stare at me.

”You’re mocking oatmeal? Oatmeal is actually good for you.“

When I just stared at him.

”To each their own.“ He winked at me.

”Good answer.“

We kept eating popcorn until the whole bag is empty.

”Damn that was good.“ He said and I nodded. Licking my lips.

My lip gloss is completely gone by the time we’re finished.

His eyes wandered to my lips. And I felt my heart racing in my chest. My breath caught in my throat.

He moved closer until he’s only inches away from my lips. I can feel his breath on mine.

”You’ve got something right here…“

He wiped away some cheese dip from the corner of my mouth and licked it away.

”Thanks,“ my voice came out breathless.

”You’re welcome.“ His voice is deeper than before.

He brushed a strand of my hair and put it behind my left ear.

I don’t know who leaned in first, but I gripped him by his shirt collar to pull him closer to me.

He put his hands on my legs, leaning towards me.

At first, it was a feather-light touch of our lips.

His lips are soft and warm against mine. He tasted faintly of salt and cheese from the Hurricane popcorn.

I pushed my hand through his soft hair, pulling him closer.

As he let his hand wander to my neck. Cradling it. Deepening the kiss in turn.

We were both reaching for each other. Wanting more. I’ve never felt this way before.

Needing him like my next gulp of water.

We both break apart for what seems like hours.

We both breathed heavier and just tried to gather our thoughts.

When the silence stretched on for too long, he put both of his hands on my cheek and gave me a soft kiss on my temple.

Feeling a warmth spread through my stomach. A sensation I haven’t encountered yet. It’s as if I’m coming home.

And that’s when the panic settled in.

As if he felt it, he put a finger on my still swollen lips.

”You don’t have to say anything.“

I kept staring at him.

”We’ll figure out what we feel when we’re ready.“

I nodded at him. Not able to utter a word about what just happened.

Suddenly, the door opened and both Koa and I jumped at the sound. Making me grip his bicep.

When I saw it’s Lexi, I breathed out.

I thought it might be a drunk person mistaking the kitchen for the bathroom.

I hopped off from the counter as Lexi came inside. She saw me and Koa still close together.

Me, still gripping his bicep, blushing furiously. I let my hand fall.

A big grin spread across Lexi’s face.

”Oops, looks like I’ve interrupted you guys.“

Koa and I stared everywhere, just not at each other. Too caught up in what happened mere seconds ago.

Alexis broke the silence.

”I’m Alexis. Keiki‘s best friend. We come as a package deal.“

Koa chuckled, totally caught off guard.

”Nice to meet you. I’m Koa.“

He winces. Lexi must’ve tightened her grip. I shook my head, not able to hide my grin.

”Just to tell you. If you hurt Keiki. I’ll hurt you where it really hurts,“ she smiled sweetly.

Koa coughed.

”Alright. But I think Keiki can take care of herself. She seems like a strong girl.“ He said with a strong sense of confidence.

Both Alexis and I raised our eyebrows. Alexis slowly grinned as she turns to me.

”I like him, Keiks. He’s not stupid. And he’s nice to look at. You’ve got that whole Ken vibe going.“

Koa turned to me, and I just shrugged, still not able to meet his gaze. So, I looked at a point over his shoulder.

”Hey, don’t look at me,“ I retorted. But then I gave in and looked at him.

He smiled and his aquamarine eyes danced with delight.

He’s about to leave, but then turned back and got out his phone.

”Mind if we swap phone numbers?“

Alexis put her arm around my shoulders.

”Of course she doesn’t mind.“ I elbowed her and she laughed.

”What she said. I don’t mind.“

I untangled myself from Alexis and Koa and I exchanged numbers.

He grinned and he’s out the door.

When he’s gone. I turned to Lexi and we both squealed and danced around.

When the door opens again, we turned around only to see Koa who grabbed his water bottle next to the fridge.

”Forgot this. Nice dance moves, by the way, Keiki.“ He winked at me.

Alexis and I pressed our lips together. When he’s gone again we sat down on the kitchen floor and I leaned my head on Lexi’s shoulder.

”Oh my god. See? I told you that you‘d meet a hot guy. You should listen to me more often.“

”Yeah. You were. I won’t make a habit out of telling you that you were right. Otherwise, your ego will get ginormous.“

Lexi laughed and pulled her knees closer together. I put my hand around her knees and she squeezed my hand.

”According to my sister and brother, my ego is already big enough. But thanks, I appreciate hearing I helped you out. And who knows, maybe you can thank me at your wedding for bringing you two together.“

I snorted.

”Let’s not jump ahead. Koa and I just met. I don’t want to plan so far ahead.“

She turned her head and looked at me as if she picked up on something in my voice.

”What’s wrong Kei? Are you scared?“

I put my hand against my stomach, leaned against the cupboard and hugged my knees.

Not wanting to admit that, the way Dylan ended our relationship over a text, still haunts me.

The pain lessened. But all the memories, kisses and hugs we shared? Yeah, it’s still there and sneaks up on me from time to time.

I try not to think too much about Dylan. I’ve moved on. Though, I’ve been hesitant to go out with anyone.

It’s been over two years since I moved to Honolulu with my brother and his fiancé, Luna.

I’ve gotten better, being surrounded by family. But every time I meet a guy I actually like? I get scared he’ll hurt me like Dylan did.

So, that’s why I’m so hesitant to let anyone in. However I want to try to be more open-minded to new relationships.

From what I’ve seen so far, Koa seems really nice. And his kisses are fantastic.

Alexis bumps my shoulder, making me come out of my thoughts.

”Look! Just try to get to know him. Koa is a nice guy. I’ve heard good things about him. And if there’s no connection, then you’ll find someone even better.“

”What would I do without you?“ I said.

Alexis winked at me as she got up and offered me her hand.

”You’d make bad fashion choices.“

I grabbed her hand and stood up.

”Excuse you? I have an excellent fashion sense. Thank you very much.“

She put her head to the side, and together we walked outside the kitchen and joined our friends.

Singing and dancing the night away.

Koa

I’m still in a daze over the kiss with Keiki. Damn, I’m screwed. It’s as if we were trying to brand each other with our kisses.

Not that I’m complaining. I will never forget the way she tasted. And I know I won’t be able to get her out of my mind.

Before walking out of the house, I looked around for my phone and then I cursed. I must’ve left it in the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, a slow grin spread across my face.

I looked at the counter and saw my phone sitting next to the fridge. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. Someone could’ve walked in and taken it.

Before I left the kitchen, a little coral orange tube caught my eye.

When I moved closer I could see it’s a tube of lip gloss. I turned the lip gloss around and the back said »Coral Crush«

I grinned and without having to guess, I know it belongs to Keiki. I put it into the back of my jeans pocket.

I’m going to give it back to her when we see each other next time.

Hoping against hope she’ll give me a chance to show her that whoever hurt her the way he did, I’m not him.

I walked out of the house with a lighter spring in my steps.

When I looked up I saw the stars glistened in the midnight sky, and the scent of the hibiscus bushes made me smile.

I’m damn happy to have met Keiki, I have this strange feeling that I’m in for a couple of surprises. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

A week later

Keiki

”Keiks? There’s a package for you,“ my brother said when he entered the kitchen.

I looked up from my phone.

”Thanks.“

I took it from him and when I opened it a small letter fluttered out, together with a tube of lip gloss.

I smiled as I saw my favorite lip gloss on the table.

I took the letter and read it, just to see who got me my favorite lip gloss.

Because I looked everywhere, but I must’ve lost it at the party.

Keiki,

you lost your lip gloss at the party. But since it was almost empty, I thought you might like a new tube of Coral Crush, so I brought you some.

Koa

I finish reading the letter and smile to myself. He spells trouble. But never did I want to be more in trouble than with Koa.

#Wildflower #Keiki Lahela #Koa Haulani #open heart #spring fever pitch

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99izms · 1 year

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through the cosmos

/ kiss later (fluff) 2.8kct

lyric synopsis: even if i dont say it / you know how i feel / i like you too / i trust you too

“hey, y/n.”

i jump out of my seat, adrenaline filling my body.

when i turned to my side, i saw my attacker was just choi soobin, the man, or rather boy, who appears at 9 am every day, scaring me in every way possible. its the 164th day of him having this routine, and it gets me every time.

“i cant believe that still gets you,” he chuckled, rubbing my shoulders to ease them. its humorous that even he is confused how i never anticipate him.

the true reason i get scared every morning at 9 am on the dot is hidden behind my ribcage, pounding aggressively everytime i see him.

its common knowledge among our peers the way us two flirt. well, its really common knowledge the way soobin flirts.

he’ll look at you, a small smile in his eyes, all while listening intently to whatever unimportant tangent youre going on. he’ll nod as he listens, making sure you know how engaged he is. then he’ll respond with a quick smirk, licking his lips soon after, and then fiddling with his hands. in this specific situation, though, “you” is me.

in that case, its common knowledge that soobin and i mutually have crushes on each other. i never reciprocated physically, though, out of pure nervousness. once i start it’ll be hard to stop right? its better not to start in that case.

of course i trust soobin, why shouldnt i? he has great reviews around the campus. a solid 10/10 stars. he’s respectful, reliable and cuddly, that last adjective i awarded him myself.

he knows i trust him, and he trusts me too. he knows how to abide by boundaries and put others’ feelings before his own. hes wonderful in every sense of the word.

“how are you, soobin?” i pushed my lips into a straight-lipped smile, raising my eyebrows to show soobin that i really cared to know despite my sarcastic tone.

“well now that im with you, my love,” he leaned down to my level, lining our eyes. his right hand was holding my cheek.

before soobin could finish his sentence, i turned my head to the side, avoiding his lips. yet, it seems i couldnt keep the smile from creeping on my face.

“kiss later, soob.” i removed soobins hand from my cheek and gave him a nervous grin.

he accepts my request and finds his seat next to me, keeping his hand on the table next to me, open in case i decide to find warmth and comfort in his fingers. eventually i took his offer and subtly wrapped my pinky around his pointer finger.

im not very fond of my 9 am class, but soobin joining me on my daily escapades almost makes it worth it. key word: almost.

“lets go out tonight,” soobin said as he held my waist, looking down at me while awaiting an answer. we were on our way off campus after a long day of distracting each other with soft giggles.

i played with his fingers with minimal thought, my mind thinking about a date with soobin tonight. our fifth date.

soobin seemed rather traditional with labels. he believed in proper dates before officially announcing a relationship. he enjoys separating dating and being in a relationship. i, on the other hand, find us in an odd gray area. even in the 1950s, people were more touchy on dates, right? id enjoy being asked to be soobins significant other, but soobin has yet to ask.

“i have a lot of work to do though,” i said as my voice faded. his fingers danced on my waist, tickling me into submission.

“trust me, ill take care of all your work, just let me take you out tonight, please?” his soothing voice lulled me into agreeing. i smiled to myself, focusing on my walking feet while trying not to give in too quickly.

“it matters where we’d go.” i finally made eye contact with him, smiling at him playfully once again.

“how about the planetarium? theyre having a huge show tonight. flying through the cosmos.”

i nodded with a small pout, continuing to hold soobins hand that was holding my waist. my eyes found his once more, seeing that he was already looking at me. the corners of my lips turned up once more, seeing the way his pupils grew to fill almost his entire iris— it always happened when we made eye contact and i thought it was adorable.

“its the fifth fucking date,” yunjin muttered as she folded a shirt of mine, “you gotta give him something. he definitely deserves it.”

i rolled my eyes, knowing my friend has been saying that since the second date. since they first heard about me and soobin officially starting to date, theyve been begging me to slut myself out for their own gain. i love them for that, because i know for a fact i would do the same thing if i were in their spot.

“yunjin, sometimes people are more conservative with their kiss virginity,” my other friend, sieun, groaned.

“im not a damn kiss virgin. thats a stupid term anyways.” my lips rubbed against each other as i tried yet another lipstick shade. i started choosing so many different colors that they started mixing together as one color—maybe ill go with a stylish, yet unique lip stain, then.

“its just crazy you have thee choi soobin wrapped around your finger and, still, you never felt the urge to go ballistic and devour him, how havent you…y’know?” my third friend, chaeryeong, agreed with yunjin.

“trust me, chaer, i definitely wanted to. during literally every date my gut tells me to jump ontop of him and go insane, but then my mind gets foggy and my anxiety kicks in and then soobin has to take me back to his apartment to drink fucking pepto bismol.” i wasnt joking but everyone still laughed.

yunjin was on her knees, rummaging through my dresser drawer to complete her mission of living vicariously through me. she was definitely hoping id make a move just so she can hear all about it. she laid out at least five pairs of underwear and seven different short shorts and skirts. she started pulling out clothing items i completely forgot existed.

“c’mon, y/n, its gonna be dark and, like, literally who goes to the planetarium?” sieun asked.

“you do know theres a lot of astronomy students in the area, right? and gay girls who are obsessed with stars and shit,” yunjin giggled from the floor.

“he did say there was a huge show today. i doubt we’ll be alone-”

“so does that imply that there is a chance youll go jennifer check on him?”

i stared blankly, yet kept the same playful undertone thats been around the whole conversation. i quietly appreciated the pep talks everyone was giving me, letting my lungs catch slow and calming breaths to ease my nerves. my anticipation was growing, making me wonder how i ever controlled myself around soobin—i guess being all talk and no bite is one hell of a personality trait.

a complete silence filled the air, only the buzz of the street lamps outside my less-than-ideal apartment. i hardly ever have soobin over at the fear of him hearing some loud bang or routine scream from the sketchy people outside. its embarrassing, but its the best i could afford off of campus.

“youre so pretty,” soobin whispered, almost not allowing me to hear.

“and youre rather handsome,” i audibly smiled.

he was wearing a completely out-of-style pair of blue jeans and a much more stylish sweater over a white button down with the collar popped out. it was a bit chilly, but sieun told me i should put my style before the weather this one time.

soobin playfully bowed to me, allowing me to curtsey in response, holding my mid-thigh length black skirt wide, showing more than i intended to. to be fair, though, i have a feeling he was peeking at my halfway unbuttoned white dress shirt, purposefully, yet messily tucked into the skirt—this was entirely yunjins doing, of course. i almost caught myself insecurely caving my chest in, wanting him to look away, but i quickly imagined how it would feel to finally seduce soobin instead of it being the other way around. it helped that he looked so pretty in the dim light.

“shall we get a move on?” i joked, raising my eyebrows to try to wake soobin from my boobs’ amazing and captivating spell.

soobin shook his head slightly, yet quickly, and offered his arm. i took it, taking a quick glance at my friends through the closing door while they quietly cheered me on. almost immediately, a thousand text messages rolled in from the three stooges, telling me that theyll be out of my apartment by the next hour and that theyre leaving presents for me in my room.

i rolled my eyes softly and smiled, knowing they completely disregarded my telling them that i refuse to ever do anything sexual in my apartment. when i sneeze, i get at least three neighbors blessing me in response. i cant take the risk.

“oh, be careful, my love,” soobin mumbled, practically carrying me down the decrepit stairs, noticing how high my shoes are and how expensive they look. “your shoes are really pretty.”

i smiled, feeling very proud of the shoes i picked out myself despite yunjin adamantly disagreeing with the decision. it was the only part of my outfit i was able to choose myself. i whispered a timid, ��thank you,” feeling my domineering confidence drain with the way i melted at soobins simple compliment.

after making our way to his car, he opened the door for me. i didnt get the chance to comment on the way he watched me attempt to cover my backside while crawling into the seat.

“its even colder in here, god,” i chuckled as we walked into the dome shaped building. just as chaeryeong assumed, there was hardly anyone in the building. the old man who worked the counter was kind, and very proud that there are still young couples that have the urge to stargaze in a country dying of light pollution. his eyes were sad and mine followed, then soobin looked in mine and frowned.

“i would give you my sweater, but im a fraud, and this collar is just a piece to make my outfit look good,” soobin said with a chuckle, pulling me into his body by the side. “i can agree to cuddling, though.

i agreed, holding onto his forearm that wrapped around my shoulders. we walked intertwined, finding our way to the specific room that the show will be. occasionally, i would cross my step to interrupt soobin, causing him to embarrassingly trip a few times over. he whined every time i did it, but hearing his distress was cute, so i continued as a result.

“ah, come on,” soobin dragged on his words, grabbing me by my stomach and waist, picking me up swiftly as he held me over his shoulder. although soobin didnt work out or have much strength in a traditional sense, natural and personal strength is something soobin prospered in. no one expects it every time he reveals it, even himself.

as soobin carried me, i felt my skirt rise inappropriately. i slapped his back and shoulder trying not to alarm the older man at all.

“soobin, my skirt!” i whisper yelled at him, but my warning only caused him to look at me with a smug smile and raised eyebrows, suggesting he wanted to take a look as a joke, though im not really sure if it was a joke. soobin quickly let me down and smoothed out my clothes to make sure i was presentable to anyone we may encounter.

there was a tired, clearly overworked teenager working the stand for that specific theater room. maybe she wasnt overworked, but i can only assume how much she doesnt want to be there.

“enjoy the show,” she lazily muttered to us before taking our tickets and locking the door behind us. there was only one other person in the entire theater, and it seemed to be another older person dead asleep in the corner of the rows. soobin and i held in laughs as we wondered how long this person had been there, and how long theyll remain. soobin led us to the opposite corner of the seats, the old lady kind of scaring us out of that vicinity.

my thighs rubbed together in anticipation while my eyes took glances at soobins figure. i watched the way his hands laid between his open legs, the way his spine slouched slightly, and the way he took many, many heavy and deep breaths. his eyes stayed away from me though.

i twiddled my thumbs until a slow rumble of inspirational music played in the surrounding sound system. the theater was pitch black and my eyes were on the ceiling, anticipating the start of the star of the show, literally.

a narration by an old man begins, babbling about how small of specs we are in retrospect while video of our solar system plays in the back. i began giggling at how outdated the information was; it still had pluto categorized as an official planet. the video was grainy and the audio was practically a snoozefest in the first three minutes.

“i thought you said this was a big show, soobin,” i whispered to him, nudging his bicep.

“i lie a lot to get you to go out with me, i thought youd know this already, y/n.”

he definitely had a point there. he lied a lot. not always on purpose, but it happened. its never really blatant lies, its usually just stretched truths. technically, the show itself is big, but just in the literal sense of the word. i accepted it though, since we’re alone.

i watched the ceiling, seeing how the big bang happened (all according to some random dude in the 1990s). there was one particular part i found genuinely interesting: only after 9 billions years did our universe get created post-‘big bang’, although many people perceive the big bang as the start of the universe itself; we always find a way to center ourselves in spaces we arent important.

as soon as i turn to ask soobin if he heard that fact, i caught him trying to quickly look away from me.

his eyes were scanning the ceiling, revealing a small nervousness i havent previously seen in him often. since we switched places, i decided i could make my move.

i straightened my posture, pivoting my body so i could comfortably face him. my hand found refuge on his neck, forcing him to bring his gaze to mine.

he was so nervous and it made me feel comforted knowing this was going to be as important to him as it is to me. he took a deep breath before holding my jaw in the palm of his hand, though he didnt pull me up towards him. he allowed me to pull him down into my lips, holding him so perfectly and exactly the way i dreamed.

i smiled into the kiss when i felt soobins body perk up and push deeper into mine. we separated quickly for air, but reconnected soon after. his head tilted to find my lips in the most amazing way possible.

it was dark once more, the stars molding into each other and disappearing in mathematical patterns. we couldnt see each other, and we couldnt hear each other well, but, still, we felt each other as deeply as we could. i felt connected to him, and im more than exhilarated to be with him.

starting makes it hard to stop, and part of me wishes i never started. our bodies drew closer, ignoring the physical barrier of the armchairs between us. my mind faded out any logic that, once upon a time, guarded my entire consciousness. i wouldve continued if soobins soft hand didnt gently push my chest away from his.

the removal wasnt harsh, it was honestly hardly noticeable, but i took the hint and finally separated from soobins lips.

“im so glad you made me wait for that.” even in the darkness, i could see the way his teeth revealed themselves behind his heavy breath.

“it was the perfect time, right?” i tried not to sound needy, but i definitely needed words of affirmation after such a gutsy action.

“i couldnt have planned it better.” his smile hugged me, and his hand held mine.

the narrator then said something about the never ending expanding universe: we will expand until swallowed whole by a black hole. it’s inevitable. our generation will be long gone before that will ever happen, so we shouldnt worry.

time will go on with or without us, and maybe a new wave of life will pop up somewhere in the multiverse, and the most we will be able to do is wish for the best for them.

i hope in every universe, theres a person watching the stars with someone who is willing to wait.

a/n: i wrote this way before the loona boycott, so, despite me saying that everyone should listen to the songs i write with before or after reaading, please avoid listening to kiss later! however, if you feel you must, please listen on soundcloud, theres a few reuploads of kiss later on there! i also kinda dont like this for some reason, but its always been a fic i had a soft spot for lol

#txt fluff #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #kpop #txt #soobin fluff #choi soobin #soobin x reader #txt soft hours #song fic

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arashrita · 7 months

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Hello there! I hope all is well with you. Congratulations on your milestone~ 🥳💕 I was wondering if I could request and have a romantic match-up with an Obey Me character. I might tell too much about myself, so I apologize if you find it lengthy to read. Please take your time doing mine if you have got a lot on your plate~ >//<

I will begin with the basics. My name is Luna, and I am a heterosexual referred to by 'she/her' pronouns. My zodiac sign is Libra, and until now, I have remained skeptical about my MBTI and enneagram results, so I will not disclose it. As for my outward appearance, I am average-looking with a soft and gentle aura, short height, and poor eyesight, so I am wearing rose-gold eyeglasses.

Proceeding with my personality, I am a routine-oriented homebody who enjoys being around familiar people and places and staying in my cozy private space to do my own thing. When it comes to the group setting, I usually take leadership or any important role because I like being included and involved in central planning, inasmuch as I prefer being one of the planners rather than a follower or solely the recipient of that plan. I am conscientious about my goals and responsibilities and have perfectionist tendencies, which resulted in me becoming a consistent principal's honor roll undergraduate student in one of the top universities in my homeland. Because of that, I may appear to be a highly career-oriented individual who does not know how to have fun, but trust me, I am also an idler and procrastinator who prefers to chill, daydream, and waste my time using social media platforms, playing Otome, MOBA, and simulation games, listening to music, or reading fictional romance stories, including girls' love and boys' love or Danmei novels.

In addition, I am reserved with individuals I do not know too well or vibe with but very understanding, easy-going, really bubbly, expressive, affectionate, and humorous with my friends and other people I like. I am a go-with-the-flow person, never a risk-taker, and tend to conform to the rules because I dislike getting in trouble. I do not like being left behind and putting a burden on anyone, so I usually make myself low maintenance and suppress what I truly want. However, I am not very noble that I would stake my life for someone else nor forgiving that I would just sit by and allow someone to trample and treat me like a doormat.

In terms of likes and dislikes, I love plushies, docile cats, having out-of-nowhere insightful and meaningful conversations, squishmallows (I cannot sleep comfortably without hugging one), drinking tea, any desserts, and wrapping myself in a warm and thick blanket like a burrito (since I have a terrible cold intolerance). I do not like dirty environments, tardiness, unnecessary disturbances, sudden problems, and people who jeopardize any group activities through their laziness.

Furthermore, in a relationship, I want it to be simply just being each other's safe space and rest. I am quite a private and low-key person as well, so I prefer if we both have hidden sides and many moments that we only know. My love languages are physical touch because I like cuddles, being hugged (like that big hug where I can bury myself on their chest or neck), and hugging people while caressing their hair, words of affirmation when I am comfortable telling what is on my mind, quality time because once they enter my private space, I feel like I will absolutely love doing almost everything with them, even the simplest and most mundane things, and acts on service because I usually take the initiative to do a task that will lessen the burden on their shoulders or simply take care of them on the simple things.

And that is all~ I apologize again if this is too long. Thank you so much in advance, and congrats again!! ♡

Hey there! I hope you are doing well. I had fun reading. You seem like a great person!

Here, after thinking for a while I think that Satan will be your best match.

If you decide to date then,

You Two will visit bookstores, museums, cat cafès often.

Spend a lot of time in the library.

Late night discussions, long talks and stuff like that.

He will read to you and you might just end up falling asleep on top of him.

Will have upset and downs, he is the incarnation of wrath after all. But I feel like you are the patient and understanding one, so you two will figure it out eventually.

Playing with cats is like an everyday routine.

You can do group projects together.

Overall, a pretty much good relationship considering that he is one of the lords of hell.

#obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me dating sim #dating headcanons #satan x reader #obey me satan #just for fun #match up

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devilherself666 · 1 year

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CHAPTER 10! (TODOBAKUDEKU! X READER! MAFIA AU!)

~present~

My alarm goes off and I groan. This has been the worst four months ever. There is no way that is all he was hiding, I don’t believe it. I looked around and I still wasn’t home and it made me homesick. That and the two boys that wanted to make a move on me are dating Bakugo and each other. It hurts my head to just think about it.

I walk into the bathroom, brush my teeth and my hair. I walk down stairs in a long T-shirt I found. I walked into the nurse's office and sighed as I looked at him. “Pull through please, you are all I have.” I sighed as I held his hand. As I walked out I heard talking like there was a meeting that I wasn’t invited to. I stayed behind the wall, just close enough I could hear them. “I don’t trust that she doesn’t know.” A man in black said, his hair was long and black. He had a scar on his face under his eye as he looked tired of their bullshit, but I see why I wasn’t invited. It is about me. I sighed as I listened more. “I don’t know sir, she seemed just as dumbfounded as we were.” Todo spoke. Is this their boss or something? “I know she doesn’t know, because if she did she would have lost her shit already.” Deku spoke and I nodded to myself in agreement. The man in black huffed.

“You three can trust her all you please, but something doesn’t feel right to me.” He huffed and he glared at the boys. “Don’t let your feelings trust her, because you like her. That is how it went last time and you almost got caught.” He huffed and my mouth widened and then my brain spun. They have tried to date a girl in their twisted ways? So they are players that have no idea how to play the game? I smirk. Good thing I do.

I walked back upstairs and changed into my black dress that was strapless and had a slit in the middle in the front and back as I put on so black ankle wrapping heels that were silver with real diamonds. I put on some makeup and fix my hair and check the calendar. “I’ll get them to talk.” I huffed to myself as I walked down stairs and walked into the kitchen to grab water and my purse. “Wow, where are you going?” Deku growled. My whole body shivered. Despite them trying to play me, they were hot. I am honestly glad I didn’t sleep with him that night, I ran out. I am a chicken, but worth it. “None of your business.” I huffed as I grabbed my back and walked past him, I could see he was hurt and that is what I wanted. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him and my heart almost stopped. “Oh, no, no. Where are you going to dress like that?” He asked but in my ear. My spine was about to break if I stood any taller. I gulped but breathed and got back my voice.

“On a date. Just because you are helping me with my brother's case, doesn’t mean you own my life.” I huffed and wiggled out of his hands and he looked at me. “Wait, you don’t like me?” He asked and I looked back at him. “And if I don’t you're not gonna trust me anymore?” I asked and he blinked. “The meeting.” he sighed out and I glared at him. “That and the fact both you and Shoto tried to get with me and you are dating each other along with Bakugo. I am not one who doesn't stand for your little game. I am not a one night stand either.” I huffed as I walked out the house. I walked to my car as I pulled out my keys that were in my purse and unlocked the door and got it. I started the car and drove a ball that was being hosted by hawks and dabi. I got my face mask, the covers around my eyes and top of my nose, it had a black base with silver lining on it. I put on a recorder that looked like a bracelet. I sighed as I pulled into the ball and took off my plates and put them in the car, locking it. I saw all these people and smiled as I walked in, I looked around. I didn’t see him just yet.

I felt hands on my waist, they weren't soft but they weren't nasty. I turned and saw Dabi and smiled at me. The mask hides who I am. “Wow, you are the most beautiful one here for sure.” He smirked and I looked at him. “Thank you.” I said shyly. “Shy too? What in the world are you doing in this line of work then doll?” He asked and I looked at him. “On a mission.” I sighed out and he looked at me and dragged me to the dance floor. “Dance and tell me about this mission, maybe I can help you.” He smiled out and I looked at him and danced with him, honestly I was having so much fun, but I had to find out. “I have to find out what B/N is hiding or I will die in twenty hours, I have already sent four. Y/n hired more.” I choked out like I was scared and he looked at me. Did I blow it? “Die?” he asked and I nodded. “I don’t doubt she would kill you.” He sighed and he continued to dance with me.

He dipped me. He put his mouth on my ear and whispered. “The secret is, he isn’t her real brother she remembers, he kidnapped her and killed her real brother when she was a baby, we found out by old newspapers.” he said smoothly and pulled out a roll of paper out of his pocket. “Why do you have this on you?” I asked. “I was going to expose him tonight, but you need more dolls. Now go.” He smiled and my heart melted, he only knew me for a few minutes and he was nice. I looked at him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” I whispered and ran out. He smiled at me. I didn’t believe what he said though, it's impossible I don’t know my own brother right? I unlocked my car, I kept my mask on and locked it back and read the newspaper. ‘B/n murdered in his own home, while Y/n was kidnapped nowhere to be seen.’ My heart dropped. How did he know who my family was? He killed my parents, I watched him do it. He killed my sister too. How does this man know so much about me? Were those people even my parents? Was that my sister or was it his family? I shivered at the thought. I got out and put my plates back on my car. I got back in and started it and drove off.

I drove to the store and walked through the aisles. “Bingo!” I said as I picked up hair dye removal. Maybe he dyed his hair to match his? Maybe I need to find pictures of him when we were younger? Something is right.. How did I not notice?! I grabbed my hair as I am slowly starting to lose my mind. I have to find out the truth..who is the man on that hospital bed?

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Shadowpeach for 1 and Sandy for 2?

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When I started shipping it if I did: Probably when I first joined the fandom? I think I started shipping it pretty early on, and I watched the entire series with @skittlescripts within two days. I think I thought about it during the Macaque episode (and according to a pic i took, I watched it on Oct 7, 2022) and it probably got solidified in Shadow Play (which I watched either the same day or the next day) or during the s3 specials. So I've been shipping it fully since the second week of October 2022. Bet you weren't expecting an exact date lmao

My thoughts: I LOVE IT. I know a lot of people don't really ship it, and that's fine. It's not for everyone. But I've always loved their dynamic. ESPECIALLY with their history. Maybe that's just the angst writer in me tho

What makes me happy about them: Their bickering. Idk why, but I love the fics that have them going back and forth with no real heat in their insults. It's their love language <3

What makes me sad about them: Their history with each other. How both of them lost each others trust. How Macaque wants Wukong to hurt the way he does. How Wukong regrets what he did but doesn't know how to say it. They are both so extremely sad, and I love them for it.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Uhhhh I honestly have no idea? I've been thinking about it through the days and I just can't think of one. Maybe Macaque being purely bad? But I think that ties more into me liking soft mac and hating hurt no comfort. But idk.

Things I look for in fanfic: TEARS. FLUFF. FORGIVENESS. ANGST AND PAIN, BOTH PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL. Give me Wukong protecting Macaque without a second thought. Give me Macaque taking a hit for Wukong out of habit but not regretting it. Give me one or both of them going to MK for advice cuz they don't know how to handle their feelings. GIVE ME THE GAY MONKEYS BEING GROSSLY IN LOVE.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Macaque - Tang. Inkypages is very cute to me and I love it Wukong - uhhh... I don't really know, actually. I don't think I ship him with anyone else? Maybe Tang as well? I'm also chill with him and Tripitaka, but only sometimes.

My happily ever after for them: They finally talk things out and move on. Macaque moves back to FFM, they both don't use their glamours anymore (at the very least not around each other) and they just live the retired life they deserve. Getting fat off fruit till the end of forever 🥺

Who is the big spoon/little spoon: I think they switch from time to time. Wukong likes being big spoon though. And I hc that Wukong runs hot and Macaque runs cold, so Mac is def little spoon during winter.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity: Honestly, I can see them really liking just sun bathing in the grass together. Just them, the sunshine, and a slight breeze.

Sandy

How I feel about this character: I adore Sandy. I will protect him with my life. Sweet summer boy. Man? Sweet summer blue guy. I love him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Him and Hunstman are def my fav, but I also low-key ship Lunartides (him and Macaque) and Fishballnoodle (i think that's the name? Him, Pigsy, and Tang)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: The Sandwich trio of course. Him, Pigsy, and Tang all went to college together and I love them.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Uhhhh I'm not sure I have one? The only thing I can think of is that he's my last fav of the gang. Not least fav, just... if I could get merch of everyone in the gang, I'd probably end up getting his last. I DO love Sandy very very much, but I also like other character way more. (I feel like I'm committing a sin when I say that I'm sorry Sandy 😭

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: SHOW ME COLLEGE SANDY. I want to see his healing journey. I want to see him having a falling out with Tang and Pigsy. I want to see all the flashbacks!!

My OTP: SILKTEA SILKTEA SILKTEA. Huntsman is so down bad for this dude it's insane. I also think Sandly honestly didn't realize Huntsman's feelings for him at first. Idk why, but I feel like Huntsman kept trying to drop hints and Sandy was just like ":D You want more tea?" and Huntsman has to flat out say "No, I want YOU! >///<"

My cross over ship: Don't have one </3

A headcanon fact: I think there's one animal he's scared of. No idea what it is, but I feel like there is one single animal he will not go near. Probably something really obscure. Again, not a clue what it would be. But yeah. Oh, he also really likes scrap booking <3

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Seven Days ~ Chapter Twenty-Three

Seven Days - Modern Tolkien AU

Firefighter Frerin Durin died in a fire set deliberately. But after he helps his brother, Thorin find happiness, Frerin is offered a second chance. He has to prove himself worthy by righting the one major wrong in his life. Otherwise, history will repeat and he will die for good this time. The catch? He has seven days in which to do this and isn’t even certain what his major wrong is.

At least, he doesn’t know for long.

Syd Prescott has known Frerin since high school. She spent one night with him and then he vanished from her life. Now, he claims he wants to make it up to her, to right was he realizes was his major wrong. But can she trust him? And can he prove to her that she can before it’s too late?

A/N - I want to apologize for the slow updates, I haven’t been in a great headspace to write, and with the semester starting this week, my free time is going to be at a premium, so updates will probably be even slower. Thanks so much for your patience…

I’d like to take a moment to thank both @laurfilijames and @fizzyxcustard. The last 6 weeks or so have been the longest, and most trying weeks of my life and they each took the time out of their lives to just reach out and see how I was doing, just to make sure I was hanging in, and that means so much to me. They made a dark time a little brighter and I 💜 them for it. Thank you.

Summary: Thorin and Frerin are Christmas shopping, when Frerin gets a nasty surprise, and later, Syd asks Alex for advice on breaking the news to Gram about living in sin with Frerin.

Pairing: Modern!Frerin x OFC Syd Prescott

Characters: Frerin, Syd, Thorin, Alex

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,715

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Previous chapters can be found here.

December 13th

Monday

It was nearly ten when Frerin pulled into the driveway behind Syd’s Jetta and eased the transmission into neutral, then pulled the emergency brake. “So, I have a few errands to run, and I’ll get you a key made.”

She smiled. “Who are you?”

He returned her smile, adding a wink as he said, “I’ve been given a second chance, Syd. I’m not stupid, you know, so I’m making the most of it.”

She bit back a sigh at the seriousness in his eyes. No man ever looked at her the way did right then.

“What? You’re staring?”

“I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop,” she admitted softly, letting her gaze drop to the console between them.

“Syd?” He caught her beneath the chin with a finger and lifted her face gently. “I know you’ve got every reason in the world to think that, but I promise you, it’s not.”

Heat flooded her at his soft admonishment. His eyes were soft, but serious still and a low sigh rose to her lips. “No, it isn’t fair of me to keep bringing it up.”

“You can trust me. I know you’ve got your doubts, but I promise you, Syd, I’m not fucking around on you or playing you or any of that.”

“I know. And that’s why it’s not fair of me to keep hanging onto what happened.”

He grinned. “Hang on to that night, though. That sex was amazing.”

“Frerin.”

“What?” He winked. “It was.”

He then brushed her lips with a light kiss. “Now, let me go. I’ve got this unexpected week off, a new girlfriend to Christmas shop for, and a brother who needs my help with his own shopping. I expect dinner on the table at six, and you on that same table around seven.”

“You are going to be disappointed by the first and we’ll see with the second.”

“Christmas is coming, Frerin’s been a good boy, and he died, remember…”

“You’re going to play that dead thing for everything it’s worth, aren’t you?”

“If it means you naked on the table under me? Hell, yeah. Didn’t I just tell you I’m not stupid?” He winked and drew back. “Go. Before I kill the engine and pull you into the backseat to give your neighbors a show. That happens, and we could end up with Thorin busting both of our asses.”

She bit back a chuckle at the thought, which was almost as horrifying as it was funny to her. “I’m going. I’m going.” She pushed open the door and climbed out, then turned back to him. “You’ll be careful, right?”

His eyes softened once more. “I’ll be fine, honey. I’m on the bench for the next week. No running into burning buildings for Frerin any time soon.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do and I will. I’ll see you later, Syd.”

“Bye, Frerin.”

The rows upon rows of diamonds all sparkled up at Frerin as he said, “Do you at least have an idea of what you want?”

Thorin looked over. “A diamond.”

“Well, no shit, T.” Frerin rolled his eyes as the saleswoman approached and both he and Thorin automatically straightened up. For a moment, when she seemed to glare at them, he felt like a teenager again, about to be bodily escorted from the store.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen. Is there anything I can help you gentlemen with?”

Both he and Thorin straightened up and Thorin said, “Yeah, I’m looking for an engagement ring for my girlfriend.”

“Okay. I can help you with that.”

Frerin looked over at him. “I’ll be down here when you need my opinion, T.”

Thorin nodded. “I’ll holler when I do.”

Frerin moved down along the seemingly endless length of display case, scanning the array of glittering stones in various metal settings. Christmas music played softly overhead, Wham’s Last Christmas, so if he took part in Whamaggedon, he’d be done. But, since he didn’t…

Other men perused the various displays around him, taking care not to bump into one another as the salespeople tried to accommodate as many customers as possible. Part of him wanted to pick a ring out as well. He knew his mind, knew his heart, and knew most of all, he wanted to be Syd’s husband. Wanted to be the father of her children. And he wanted to do all of that as soon as he could.

But at the same time, he didn't want to scare her off and he ran the risk of doing that if he got down on one knee with a proffered diamond ring less than a month after they began seeing each other.

Still… the pull of the gemstones was strong and he found himself looking down at an array of rings that could be engagement rings, but weren’t diamonds. One in particular caught his eye—an oval-cut sapphire surrounded by diamonds.

“Can I help you?”

He looked up and froze as he found himself staring into very family dark eyes.

The face wasn’t Tori’s, but those eyes most definitely were. His gut kinked and his mouth went dry as he said, “No. I’m just looking for now.”

“Are you certain? I’m free and we’re close to the holidays.”

“What are you doing here?” The words were out before he could think them through, the knot in his gut sending burning anger through him. Burning anger tinged with a hint of something far more uncomfortable.

Those wide dark eyes blinked with what he knew was feigned innocence. “I beg your pardon?”

“You think I don't know who you are?” He straightened up and took a step back. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m trying to make a sale, Mr. Durin. That’s all.”

“Mr. Dur—I never told you my name,” he paused, his eyes narrowing, “Tori.”

“Tori? I’m sorry, but I don't know who that is.”

“Sure you don’t.” He took another step back as her eyes narrowed just a bit. The look was enough to make his blood run cold. “I think, when I decide to buy a ring, I’ll go somewhere else.”

“A ring? So, you and that woman are serious?”

“What woman?”

Tori’s smile never wavered. If anything, it seemed to grow a bit colder, which made his kinked gut hurt even more. “I assume that there is a woman. But I don't mean to be presumptuous, if it’s another man.”

“Tori—”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Durin, but I don't know who Tori is.” She gestured to her name tag on the lapel of her black blazer. “I’m Christina.”

“Right. And I’ll bet you didn't know who the guy at the book warehouse was either when you pretended to be him to get S—to lure someone out there.”

Christina’s smile faded, but didn't fully disappear. But he didn't miss the way the corners of those thin lips tightened. Still, she shook her head slowly. “I’m sorry, I don't know what you mean. But, if there is anything I can help you with, please let me know.”

“Yeah. I’m good, thanks.”

He turned to walk back over to Thorin, when Christina called, “I know Syd is partial to blue stones.”

That made his blood run colder still. Oblivious to the stares of the others around him, he turned once more. “I beg your pardon?”

“I’m only making a suggestion.”

Fury pumped hot through his veins as he stepped up to her again. “You stay away from her, Tori or Christina or whatever the hell you’re calling yourself, do you understand me? Stay away from her.”

Those eyes went almost perfectly round. “I have no idea what you could mean by that,” she told him.

“You do and you will or else.” He shook his head. “I mean it. Stay away from her.”

“Mr. Durin, I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

He backed away from her, bumping into Thorin in the process, who spun about. “Frer, what’s wrong?”

“I’ve got to give Syd a call, T. Do you need me for anything?”

Thorin shook his head. “No. At least, not unless you find fault with this.”

This was a simple platinum ring with a marquise-set diamond with trillions on either side. The urge to call Syd, to warn her, nearly choking him, Frerin barely saw the ring as he said, “No, man. It’s perfect. Al will love it. I’ll be right back.”

He didn't wait for Thorin’s response, but left the store, all too aware of Tori’s eyes boring into his back. Nothing ever made him as uncomfortable as that, and when he was finally out f her eyeline, his roiling belly calmed some. Still, his hands trembled as he tugged his phone from his back pocket and toggled to Syd’s contact.

“Frerin, what’s up?”

His eyes closed of their own as her voice washed over him and he sank back against the marble wall. “Hey, honey…”

“Is something wrong? You sound weird. Is everything okay?”

“You’ll think I’m fucking crazy, Syd.”

“So what else is new? You say that a lot to me, you know.” Her smile came through in the warmth of her words. “So, try me.”

He smiled. She would believe him. And she’d be worried about him. And worried about him was something he wasn't used to when it came to women who were not his mother or his sister. He hesitated, not wanting to worry her, but at the same time, he had to warn her.

“Tori is here.”

“What?”

He winced at the horror, the disbelief, in her voice. “I know. It sounds nuts, right? But, I swear to Christ, she’s here.”

“Here where?”

“I’m with Thorin, at the mall.” He glanced over at the jewelry store. Tori was still there, behind the counter, and had moved just enough that he could see her staring at him across the wide corridor. “He’s getting a Christmas gift for your sister and she’s here. Pretending to be a salesgirl named Christina. But, she can probably appear as anyone she wishes.”

“Frerin?”

“I just—I don't know what she’s doing or what she’s planning and but I want you to be careful, okay, Syd?”

“Me? What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me.” He looked up to see Tori had disappeared from his line of sight and it unsettled him to no end. Moving away from the wall, he tried to maneuver around the throngs to peer into the jewelry store.

“Frerin?”

“I’m fine, honey. I’m just… I’m with Thorin and she’s not going to do anything with him right there.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He tried to force a reassurance he didn't feel into his voice.

“Just be careful, okay?”

“I will be.” Now he managed a real smile. “You packing your things up?”

“I haven’t even figured out how to tell Gram yet.”

“I’m stealing you back tonight, Syd. Better come up with something.” He turned away from the jewelry store now. “I thought dinner, maybe a movie, then, who knows?”

“I like how this sounds. So, you’re not holding me to cooking?”

“Wait, you can cook?”

“Frerin!”

“What?”

“Frerin.”

He couldn’t hold back his chuckle. “No, I’m not holding you to it, unless you want to cook. But, either way, you have to tell your grandmother I have no intentions of ever bringing you back.”

“Frerin!”

“What? I don’t.”

“I have to come back eventually.”

“Only after I good and thoroughly ruin you, honey.”

“Ruin me?”

“Yeah.” He grinned, his blood warming at the thought. “You have no idea what I want to do with you, Syd.”

“So, tell me.”

“I’ll melt the phone if I do. And there are a lot of old ladies and little kids around me and the old ladies are already giving me the eye, so…”

“That so?”

“It is, honey. You mean to tell me you don't have any fantasies about what you’d like to do with me?”

She hesitated, then whispered, “I might.”

“Good. You can tell me when I see you later.”

“Frerin, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am positive.” Thorin came out of the store then and looked more than a little perturbed, which made him uneasy once more. “Okay, I’d better go. I’ll see you later?”

“Frerin, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m positive, baby. I’m fine. I’ll see you later and I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He smiled at the soft sincerity in her voice. “I love how that sounds when you say it, Syd.”

“Be careful.”

“Always.”

Thorin came up as he clicked off. “What’s going on, Frer? You know that girl?”

“The one at the counter? You could see her?”

“Yeah,” Thorin looked at him as if he’d lost his mind, “why wouldn’t I be able to?”

“You sure you want me to answer that?”

“Frerin.”

The look that accompanied his name reminded Frerin of their mother and his initial reaction was to apologize. “Sorry, T. It’s just… it’s crazy, is what it is.”

“Try me. You’ve already told me plenty of crazy this last week. What’s a little more?” Thorin gestured toward the sports bar one floor below them. “Come on. We’ll get a beer and you’ll spill.”

“Wait,” Thorin held up a hand, “are you serious?”

“I’m dead serious, T. It was her.”

“But, I thought she was—” Thorin hesitated, then with a slight wince, finished with, “dead?”

“You can say it, you know,” Frerin told him with no little annoyance. “I was dead. It’s not nearly as big a deal now as it was when I was actually dead. And saying it won’t make me dead again, you know. At least,” he hesitated, “I don’t think it will.”

“Yeah, but, it seems like you wouldn’t want to be reminded of it.”

Frerin traced his forefinger along the side of his half-full beer mug. “I’m not going to forget it, so it’s not like mentioning it will bring it all rushing back like an acid flashback.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He lifted the mug to his lips for a long swallow. The Yuengling chocolate porter was smooth and rich and hit the spot. One of the the things he’d missed most—aside from basic human contact and sex—was how a drink could hit the spot. One didn't get hungry or thirsty on that side, but one didn't forget the simple pleasure of eating something delicious or the feeling of a cold beer going on his throat on a hot summer day.

Now, he savored every drop, the nuances of flavor in the porter itself, and as he lowered his glass, he said, “But what I don't get is how she’s here. The Big Guy was pissed.”

“Can you, for lack of a better word, escape?”

“I don't know. I just accepted that I was there until Tori told me I was being given that second chance.”

“Can you go back?”

“T, I don't want to go back. What if I have to stay?”

“Do you think you will?”

“I don't know.” Frerin glanced about the small sports bar, but thankfully saw no familiar faces. “And I wouldn’t even know how to go about trying to get back.”

“Well, why would she even be here?”

Frerin grinned. “You’ll think I’m an arrogant prick if I tell you, T.”

Thorin lifted his pint glass. “This ought to be good.”

“She wanted to keep me on the other side. For herself.”

Thorin rolled his eyes. “You son of a bitch. You’ve got them fighting over you on both sides?”

“I didn’t ask for this, you know. I just wanted to come back here and now I just want to stay here. With Syd.” He sat back in his chair, drumming his fingers on the tabletop. “And now I’m worried Tori will go after her.”

“Did you tell her?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I told her when I called her. That’s why I called her.”

“And?”

“T, she’s used to stuff like this for the most part, but at the same time…”

“You’re worried.”

“Yeah, I’m worried. Tori has nothing to lose. She’s dead. But, Syd isn’t and that’s what has me worried.”

“Then you need to see how you reign in someone who’s dead.”

Frerin nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

“If I can help, let me know.”

“Trust me, T. You’ll be the first one I call.”

Something was wrong.

Syd couldn't figure out what that something was, but it was definitely wrong. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Did you just seriously tell me Frerin Durin asked you to move in with him?”

“I told you that like ten minutes ago, Alex. You just processed it?”

“Well, yeah.” Alex shook her head. “A week ago, you weren’t even sure you should go out with him again and now you’re going to live with him?”

“Lex, you do remember everything that’s happened this week, don't you? You told me to go for it, I told you he had died and come back and you convinced me to believe it?”

“Well, yeah, I know, but…” Alex lifted her coffee cup from the Keurig’s tray and returned to her chair at the kitchen table. What sunlight there had been was gone now, obscured by the heavy, iron-gray clouds, and snow fell softly to dust the pine trees at the far edge of the Prescott property. “It’s just… well… I never thought you would be the first one of us to move out, is all.”

“I know, it’s weird to me, too,” Syd pulled her spoon through her coffee although the sugar had to have been dissolved by then, “but… I love him, Lex. And he wants to marry me.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, looking up at Alex as she smiled. “And I believe him and I want to marry him as well. You and me and Thorin and Frerin should have a double wedding.”

Alex grinned. “We’d kill every single hopeful woman in Cranford Falls.”

Syd chuckled as she set the spoon on her napkin. It wasn’t quite noon yet, but Charlie was at the shop with Teddy and Gram was off shopping. “Lex, can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Did I tell you about Tori?”

“Tori?”

“The woman who Frerin thought was helping him out on the other side?”

Alex shook her head. “No. Helping him out?”

“Yeah, he thought she was there to make his adjustment easier. And when he came back, last week, he said she popped in on him a few times to check up on him.”

“Syd. That sounds an awful lot like she’s just my sister.”

“No, it wasn't like that. I swear it wasn’t. I was with him almost every moment he wasn't at work, remember?”

Alex’s forehead creased and she didn't look at all reassured. “Are you certain?”

“He isn’t a cheater, Lex. Trust me, okay?”

“Okay. Go on.”

“Anyway, it turns out Tori was not only not his guide, but he was hers. And not only that, but she was the reason I was at that warehouse and the reason why it caught fire. She tried to kill Frerin for good, to bring him back and keep him with her.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious, Lex. I saw her at the warehouse before Frerin lost consciousness. And now, she’s back.”

Alex’s green eyes practically bulged from their sockets. “What?”

“Frerin called me from the mall. He and Thorin are… Christmas shopping and he saw her. She saw him. And now, I wonder how I get someone who is dead to leave us alone?”

“You’d have to ask Gram. She would be the one to know.”

“And then she thinks I’m crazy.”

“I don't know about that,” Alex told her softly, her expression growing serious. “Gram will understand better than anyone. I mean, this is what we all deal in, right?”

“Do you think I should tell her I slept with him last summer first?”

“No.”

“What about my deciding I’m going to live with him?”

Alex grinned. “I think she’ll take that a lot harder than this dead woman stalking him.”

“She’s going to notice eventually.”

“You think?”

“Lex.”

“Seriously, Syd, talk to her. She will know what to do.”

“And the living with Frerin?”

“Just wait until she notices you haven’t been around for weeks. She will freak over that.”

“Even if I tell her I’ll probably marry him?”

“Tell after you marry him.” Alex smiled. “I can’t believe you tamed the untamable Frerin Durin. And before you yell at me, I think it’s awesome. I always thought that when he fell, it’d be hard.”

Syd sat back in her chair, tracing her finger along the table’s surface. “Really?”

“Yeah. He’s a Durin and Durin men are an interesting lot, Syd. They fall hard, and when they do, they don’t look back. Trust me on that.”

She smiled as she stood. “I have to go and start packing a few things. He’ll be here soon.”

“And you’ll talk to Gram about this Tori?”

Syd nodded. “I will. I have to know how I keep him safe from her. I’ve almost lost him once, I am not going to do it again.”

“And you know, we’ll do whatever we have to, to help you.”

“I know. I can alway count on you guys.”

Alex sighed softly. “Yeah. It’s nice to know that won’t change.” She glanced down at her watch. “I should go. Charlie and Teddy expect me at noon. Good luck.”

“Thanks, Lex.”

They parted way then, with Alex going out through the kitchen door, while Syd made her way upstairs. As she stood on the threshold of her bedroom, her mind, went back to Saturday morning in the ER, when Frerin lifted her up and whispered, “Will you marry me?” as he did. She had no doubt that proposal was genuine, and she had no doubt that moving in with him was right as well. He was not the same Frerin Durin who’d disappeared on her last summer. He’d said it himself, that man was dead and the one who’d emerged from his ashes was the man she knew she was meant to be with and the one she knew she could trust.

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