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billskeis · 3 months

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hi, can u do 2008!tom x waitress!reader at a small cute coffee shop and they just like eachother after this n stuff (the rest is what u come up with!) tyy

ᡣ𐭩 tom and his waitress

the bell attached to the door jingles as people walk in and out within the cafe. it was a quaint sunday and the twins were just out and about looking for places to kill time as they just moved for the new school year.

it was a small town where everybody knew everyone and there was basically only one high school for them to attend there. bill didn’t mind the secluded area but his brother did.

“coffee? but you don’t drink that shit..” bill asked his twin brother.

“sshshhshshshush! you—you just have to wait and see..” tom exclaimed as he left his little brother confused, following behind him.

the sweet yet bitter aroma of coffee wafted around the small establishment. it was quite cute. european style. plants decorated the interior while the furniture was mostly that of dark oak, some of the windows were stained glass and classic jazz played in the background.

and there you stood, wiping down a small table with a clean, or could be dirty towel rag that hasn’t been thrown out—but still useful for who knows how long now.

your work uniform entailed that of just a slim fitting white tee as you wore blue skinny jeans that accentuated your curves. the dark brown apron only amplifying that as it was tied oh so tight around your waist, a bow behind to finish the look off altogether.

hair laid in a neat ponytail, your fringe framing your face and jawline just right. tom couldn’t help but stare, bill attempting to look around first until he found what his brother was staring at.

and of course, it was you.

“oh.. now i see,”

“isn’t she beautiful, bill?”

“mmhm, do you know her name?”

“nope! this is my first time entering in actually, i’ve passed by this coffee shop maybe two or three times?? never had the balls to actually WALK IN unless i brought you,”

“…”

“what?”

“you’re fucking lame.”

“oh shut up—hey! what’re you doing!?” tom semi shouts at bill as the slimmer twin attempts to push tom’s somewhat burly body closer to the table you were cleaning at.

“making a move tom, since it took ya this fucking long!” bill yelled at his brother to his surprise was able to even move him an inch? had bill been working out? tom stumbled as he was now met with your table and obviously, you.

“o-oh! hello! welcome!” you smiled brightly and put on your best customer service voice as you were met with two peculiar but cute looking boys who seemed around your age.

looking and analyzing them more made you question whether the pair were a set of twins.

“i uh.. uh.. can we sit here?” the baggier clothed wearing one asked you as the latter facepalmed himself. “of course you can silly, please sit! my name is y/n, what can i get you guys to drink?” you immediately shove the rag down into one of your apron pockets and pull out a small notebook and pen, clicking it in anticipation to write what they request.

as the two analyzed the small menu engraved on the table, the black haired boy spoke “i’ll do a caffé mocha, please,” as you scribble his order down now looking at the dread haired boy.

“coca cola.” he answered.

“a huh?” you asked, hearing him well, you were just, confused.

“a coke..?”

“no—sorry—i heard you the first time it’s just, you want soda at a cafe??”

bill looked at his brother as if he was totally and utterly fucking stupid. one could say, you can hear bill exhale so hard from disappointment that the amount of air that dispelled out of him could probably blow someone away.

“well shit, ummm what do you recommend?” the boy asks eagerly as he leans his body closer to yours while sitting in the chair. excitingly waiting for your answer.

it is said that someone’s coffee order says a lot about them.

you press your pen to your chin as you held the notebook under your arm. giving it some thought, you yourself weren’t the coffee drinker but now having worked in a cafe for soo long it become a part of your personality. “hm..”

“i would have to go for a flat white!”

“flat white it is then, y/n :).”

you write down his order, clicking the pen.

“alrighty! could i get your names please?”

“tom.”

“bill.”

“okay tom and bill, give me ten minutes!”

you skip away to begin working on their drinks as tom waves you away, bill just watching him, “you’re ass is grass tom,”

“i don’t know what you mean,”

“you. head over heels for some girl you couldn’t even talk to!”

“aren’t you the one preaching about love at first sight though?? yeah, come talk to me when you’ve actually got that.”

“eat shit, tom.”

“get some bitches, bill.”

“aaand i’m back! i hope my two new and favourite customers haven’t been waiting too long!” you place down the mugs gently on the table as you hold the large plastic serving tray behind your back. “nono, you could’ve taken as much time as you needed,” a smile coming from tom as bill rolls his eyes quickly enough at tom that you don’t see but returns the smile.

tom brings the cup to his lips as he takes a sip of the brewed beverage. he licks his lips whereas a remnant of the foam encoated and slightly smacks them to review the flavour.

unknowingly, you were anticipating his reaction more than bills. maybe it was because of how he looked at you, with such attention. or how he was way more willing to speak to you than bill was.

your stomach felt uncomfortable with a thumpy feeling, you choose to ignore it.

“soo.. how is it?”

“amazing.. i’ve never had coffee this good in my life!”

the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach grew stronger. your cheeks also somewhat felt warmer. a beating in your chest that just would not go away.

did he see it yet?

“yay! i’m so glad :D what about you bill?”

“couldn’t have been any better,”

“well, i’ll leave you alone—i have other customers, but do let me know if you need or want anything else!”

a silence was met as you left the table where the two young boys sat. they looked at one another, knowingly. telepathically. it’s like one knew that something was wrong with the other and it didn’t even need to be spoken.

“tell the truth tom.. how was it,”

“it was fucking terrible..”

tom contorted his face in disgust as he lifted up the mug to his face once more to breathe in the smell of the coffee.

how can something that smells so good taste like shit?

he kept his disgusted face plastered on as bill giggled at his brother’s antiques. that was until you innocently made eye contact with him and smiled, to which he just begins chugging the coffee (yes, burning his throat in the process) signalling you a thumbs-up as you laugh at him.

it wasn’t that the flat white you made was bad. you were the best barista in the tiny shop, and at such a young age too! it was that no matter how much tom drank it or whatever type of coffee that tom drank.

he. fucking. hated it.

“wow, you got it bad for her huh..”

“shut up.. i need her number now. i can’t keep drinking this nasty shit.”

as tom played with the tiny spoon that he used to mix his coffee within the mug, bill’s eyed widened at the sight that sat below him on the table, slightly gasping, “tom!”

“what? what is it?” tom now looked at bill who’s smiling and holding up a piece of paper. it was the napkin that decorated the circular plate accompanied with your mug.

there on it was decorated a subtle lipgloss stained kiss along with some writing.

“call me xxx-xxx-xxx c:”

bill wiggled the napkin in front of his twin brother at tom gripped it out of his grasp quickly but softly enough to not rip or ruin the frail napkin.

“well it looks like she beat you to it.”

he looked up from the napkin to watch you interact and tend to other customers. god he wishes that were him instead of some stranger, making you smile and laugh like that. it was almost criminal at the impact you had on him.

you catch tom and bill staring at you as you work, bill obviously looking away but tom kept his gaze on you. you noticed that he held a napkin in his hand as his whole body was shifted towards your direction.

wink.

“holy sh1@!8 bill! did you see that she winked at me!!”

tom swears he can feel his heart come out his chest as he clutches the enlarged shirt from the upper middle of his torso that draped over his body.

“i didn’t, but if you really wanted let’s go pay now before she gets off cash!”

“i—i can’t bill, here take the money,” as tom shoves a $20 bill into his brother’s hand as he makes his way towards the exit, “tell her i said i had to walk georg—i mean, our dog!!”

“but..! ugghhh…”

“chickened out? was the napkin too much?” you ask bill as you cash out the money he gave you, returning the extra change by placing the coins into the palm of bill’s hand.

bill scoffs and almost laughs, “i don’t think so, i think he’s just a pussy. but he reallllyyy likes you, like, it’s insane i’ve never seen him act like this before.”

“haha.. well, you take care bill! i’ll see you at school tomorrow!” waving the twin brother away as he makes his way outside the cafe. “bye y/n!” bill had totally and completely forgotten that today was a sunday and monday was going to be their first day back in senior year.

...

wait.

“y/n goes to our school!?”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fluff #2000s #fyp

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starlight-eclipsed · 5 months

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Midnight Oil

Hello everyone! It's so great to be finally posting this, I've been keeping quiet for months but at last we're here ^-^

I kinda went overkill on the details since I wanted to use set design to set up for a story. I encourage people to take the time to look for themselves, but I'm putting a list under the cut for those who want to know it from my perspective :3

-Starting from top right, there's a NASA poster. Someone put a sticker over the second 'a' to spell 'nasty burger' instead.

-Moving left, there's a DOOMED poster.

-Top left is a window. It's dark outside, and the blinds are messed up in some places.

-On the dresser are multiple cans of what is labeled 'ECTO COLA', a cork board, a tissue box, a plugged in phone, and the conveniently shaped lamp from Undertale.

-The cork board has four photos and a slip of paper pinned to it. The top left photo is of Sam hugging Tucker and Danny, the top right of Cujo with one of themose pet confession signs, the middle right is Tucker carrying Danny, the middle left is of Jazz posing behind Danny, and the bottom is of Sam and Tucker. The paper folded, and the visible part reads 'TUNE FAVORS'.

-Danny's open backpack is propped up against the dresser. There are pencils, a soda can, and an eraser scattered around it, and papers are crammed inside without a folder.

-Boxes of spare parts are kept under the bed, with one pulled out. There's also a single sock that has been abandoned.

-A blueprint for the Fenton Thermos is laid out. Some illegible notes are scribbled out on it. The respective parts are laid out around Danny, who holds something that resembles a lens. A screwdriver lays on the floor near a group of screws.

#danny phantom #my art #ectoimplosion2023

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mononijikayu · 4 months

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hesitate ━ nanami kento

Kento moved away, refraining from looking at it any further. He didn’t want to spoil himself too much with knowledge about the upcoming book. Kento had liked to read his lover’s works for the first time on paperback. From the moment she debuted as a novelist, he had bought copies for himself and had kept it precisely arranged in the front of his book shelf - where people could view the hard work and wonder that existed in her marvelous head. That’s why he did not mind seeing her busy this time around, as long as they were together. That’s all that mattered.

GENRE: Post - Return to Jujutsu Sorcery, Late 2010s;

WARNING/s: Fluff, Romance, Comfort, Sudden Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Late Night Office Romance, Acts of Love, Nanami Kento Being Devotedly In Love, Satoru Gojo Being A Really Good Friend;

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NANAMI KENTO HAD NOT EXPECTED THAT HE WOULD EVER SEE HIS LOVER IN THE STATE OF WEARINESS AS HE ENTERED HER OFFICE, LOOKING AT THE TIRED ASSISTANT WHO LED HIM INTO THE RAVAGED ROOM. The assistant bid Nanami goodbye, telling him that she would be going. Thanking her and seeing her off, Nanami had decided that it would be time to see his lover. Removing his gloves and putting it away onto his coat, he could not help but wonder what had happened in these past few days.

Coming back into the office space, Nanami looked around, finding that ink was scattered all over in the form of papers, diverged with scribbles and doodles. Metal cans of cola and energy drinks were all over the place, along with the bags of take out orders, packed away in the corners of the room. It had been a few days since he had seen her, having been left at the house to rest after a long arduous time travelling across Japan for missions as a sorcerer.

Putting down the box of cake onto the small coffee table, he could not help but sigh at the state of his dearest, sleeping with her head flat on the workstation, her hands filled with ink and the pen on her right on the side.

Her computer safely kept away opposite of her, along with a stack of papers. Leaning in, he found that it was the last chapter for the new novel she had worked on which was due later today.

“Oh….a romance novel.” Nanami whispered under his breath as he scanned the papers. He blinked. “I wonder what this is about….”

From the moment she debuted as a novelist, he had bought copies for himself and had kept it precisely arranged in the front of his book shelf - where people could view the hard work and wonder that existed in her marvelous head. That’s why he did not mind seeing her busy this time around, as long as they were together. That’s all that mattered.

That had been the best part of his life, his day to day. His every holiday season. Nanami Kento had the love of his life with him, smiling and crying together. Living this life together, come what may. That was all that mattered in the end.

Smiling, he could not help appreciate how their relationship had been cultivated by winter. It meant the world to him to know that their love blossomed through the cold harsh winter winds, to form a loving warmth that no one else could match. Those winters with her had made him the happiest, the happiest he could have been in his entire life.

Memories flooded back in a warm winter spring, a warm flower blossoming into this heart at the wonder that he had found with having first kissed her in winter, he had admitted to her his love for her in winter. And now, he breathed the warm air around her sleeping figure at the cusp of cold winter outside this space they now claimed. Kento gazed at her warmly, his fondness never leaving his eyes at the calm he felt at her moment of sleep.

Her hair was striking upwards, as though thunder had made it puffy. She looked almost like a poodle. Her long sleeved sweater was no longer prim as it warmed her body, wrinkled. Nanami had disliked that sweater, he found it ugly with its overabundance in bright bold colors.

But she liked it so much, because it was unique and new. Gojo had given her the gift, promptly handing her the designer paper bag with a grin. It had been earlier this year, when he had come to visit the two of them all of the sudden after returning from an overseas trip.

She laughed so hard, calling it beautiful soon after. Gojo had made her promise to wear it sometime this Christmas and send him and his wife a picture. But Nanami had tried to coax her not to wear it, but she insisted. The blond could only sigh as he eyed his lover.

Nanami had always found that eccentric nature attractive, even though he had a hard time comprehending the things she likes as beautiful at times. True love doesn’t let those quirks ruin what is so beautiful. At least that’s what he believes.

“You really are something..” He couldn’t help but smile at her sleeping figure. Taking his coat off and placing it on top of her body, he watched her face move slightly, lips mumbling. She was still so adorable to him in this state, the serenity of the workplace made her shine even more. His finger touched her cheek. “You worked hard this year, min elskede.”

Nanami smiled once more before standing up and stretching. He had gotten off work late last night, perhaps it was even morning already. He could not recall, as he was more determined to get it done as soon as possible, eager to spend time with his lover on the special day.

He wasn’t supposed to even be on call yesterday, preoccupying himself with sending off a homemade meal for his lover and soon deciding to plan what they should eat for Christmas. But having received the call from Gojo as he was shopping around for ingredients - he quickly rushed home and put the dishes away and changed into his work attire.

Patiently going through work and reporting it back to Jujutsu High, Nanami Kento had found that she had not messaged him back and not even read his messages. Getting home, he took a moment to shower and soon after, dressed and rested for a few hours. When the blond opened his brown eyes, he realized he had to come and cook dinner for the two of them.

Usually, the two of them spent time across the seas into the very depths of the Danish countryside with the rest of their families. Kento had missed Denmark from time to time as much as his lover. The wonder in the quiet, one could feel at peace. There was something about waking up together, seeing snow lovingly onto the figure of spruce trees.

The winter flowers blossoming beside the cold. Kento missed walking across the frozen landscape to play with his nieces and nephews, while his lover giggled at the sight of him being such a playful bear, with his arms wrapping around the children as he chased them.

The warmth of being together as the family sang carols together with the strumming of guitar strings and the light tapping of feet across the strong wooden floors. His hands intertwined with hers, giggling together as they danced to the old records his grandfather had put on.

But there was nothing that could be done. Life goes on. As he blended the chicken onto the luscious greens, he told himself off and should not lament. They could go next year. There will always be time. Besides, Kento was sure that their apartment would have enough space to dance to some Vera Lynn too. They can still sing Christmas carols and be happy together. It would be more than enough to be happy. As long as they are together.

By the time Kento finished the dishes, he realized that they had no cake yet. Checking his watch, he also realized that his lover should be home by now. Brows furrowed worriedly as he took a deep breath. The blond removed the apron from the confines of his body and hung it over into the hook. He should go pick up the cake on the way and find his lover and take her home.

Which is why he was here now.

Nanami did not have the heart to wake her. She looked absolutely tired, groaning in her sleep - which she usually only does when she was overworked. Kento moved to find paper bags in one of her storage cabinets, where he put the cans away, arranging them as neatly as he could. They could put them away later in the recycling bins on their way home. Carefully, he gathered the lunch packs he had sent her and put them in the eco bag. He’ll wash it at home.

The rest of the takeaways, he put it away into the trash bag and arranged them properly into it before tying it tightly and putting it beside the cans. He put away the papers on the coffee table, near the paper bag which contained the strawberry cheesecake, which was her favorite. Grabbing some wipes at the storage cabinet, he eagerly removed the mess of the ink and threw them away into the trash bin. Marveling for a moment, he felt proud. His lover will have a good environment to wake up to.

As Kento cleared his hands clean with alcohol, he heard the small hum that echoed across the quiet and realized that his lover was now starting to wake up. When she lifted her head slowly, he could feel the tired shifting of her eyes. Soon enough, those beautiful eyes gazed at him, standing there with a small smile. Eyes widened at the sight of the blond man, wearing a warm turtle neck long sleeve and comfortable black chino trousers. Sitting up, his lover felt the coat softly fall against the chair as she straightened her back.

“Ah!” She squirmed in a panic, fearing that she would wrinkle the coat. Kento let out a small laugh. She always disliked seeing anything wrinkled. Her pout was evident as she took it and tried to ensure the straightness with her soft hands. “Don’t laugh at me! I don’t want this wrinkled!”

“It won’t make a difference. You slouch too much too, you wrinkled your sweater.” He points out, earning another sound of panic from her. His lover stood, rushing to the wall mirror where she forced the cloth to straighten. Her eyes widened at her looks. “It’s fine, you don’t have to obsess with it. You still look nice.”

“I need to fix myself! Ahhhhhh, what do I do? I look like a tired hag!”

“You seem fine to me–”

“You’re used to seeing this monster, the world isn’t!” He watched his lover reach for her bag, which rested on the small couch. Taking out her make-up pouch, Nanami caught her wrist. She looked at her lover, her face in a panic. “What? I need to fix myself for a bit! You need to let me go!”

“We’re the only ones having dinner anyway….besides, you look pretty like this to me.”

“We’re going to call our family, I need to look nice. My brother will be teasing me for looking so tired if I don’t!”

“I can tell him off, don’t worry.” He pulls her close, wrapping her arms around her small frame. He felt her body turn warmer when he placed a kiss at the back of her neck. “You worked hard these past few days after all, min elskede.”

“Still…..I need to–” She frees herself from his grasp, face hidden against her makeup bag. Kento watched as she managed to rush towards the bathroom space, locking the door hastily. The blond was confused at her sudden action, body still aching the loss of her warmth. He sighed, lowering his hands onto his sides.

Kento could hear her cry out in embarrassment as she told herself off. Piercing his lips into a flat line, he could not help but feel a bit sad at the thought that she had to feel embarrassed that she looked like that. In his head, he found nothing imperfect about her. Not her sleeping face, not her eccentric quirks. Nothing. He loved her for everything. Everything about her is what turned his shape into love.

When he had told her about his involvement in the world of sorcery, she had reassured her that even though she did not understand, she would be there for him. To hold him if it got too hard and his heart bled with sorrow. If his scars would come and drain him of his strength, she would do all she could do to heal him. She did not care. Only that he came home to her at the end of the day. That’s all she asked.

He could feel his heartbeat jump at the thought of her.

That’s why when she had gotten out of the bathroom, he had wrapped his arms around her as he did earlier. But this time, it was tighter. Without the semblance of desire to let her go.

“Kento….” She whispered, feeling the blond’s chin rest against her shoulder.Taking a deep breath, she rolled her eyes slightly to meet his. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t have to feel embarrassed about anything. You are so beautiful to me, min elskede.” He told her softly, as he felt her lean her head against his cheek. “You worked hard these few days. This entire year. You are so amazing. That’s why whatever you do, it’s beautiful to me. It’s worth loving you everyday to me.”

His hands slid onto her arms and soon intertwined with hers. Soon enough, she could feel her heart rumbling into such a thunderous rush at the feeling of his body against her. At his hands loving the etches of her own. Her thumbs brushed against his loving skin, declaring her love softly with every brush of her touch. A small breath rushes out of her as he kisses her shoulder.

“I want to take care of you, every day.” Kento admits to her, a tone of tenderness escaped him. “I’m not always around and I fear everyday that maybe, I will never come home to you–”

Her eyes filled with despair suddenly at his words. “Don’t say that! That’s not going to happen.”

“But…” He continues, not letting her words fester more feeling. He wanted her to focus on her love for him. On her love for their love. His thumb consoles her skin in return. “I want to love you every day. To show you my devotion. Here, helping you and taking care of you after a tiring day at work. It’s part of that too. You do that for me too. So don’t be embarrassed about anything. I’ll love you, whatever happens. Everyday, I’ll love you.”

There were no words that came out of her. Only small breaths, trembling ensuing across her skin. Nanami turned his eyes toward her as he lifted his chin from her shoulder. He worried that she was about to cry. His fears were confirmed when he felt the tears fall onto the flooring. He turned her around and wrapped his arms around her.

“Oh, min elskede.” He cooed softly, rubbing his hand against her back. He felt the tears stain his clothes, but that didn’t matter. It will dry on its own. “Let it out. It’s okay.”

“You’re not leaving me. You aren’t allowed to leave me. I won’t let you.” She whispers, huffing away her tears. “You’re gonna be with me until your hair turns grey.”

He laughs at her words, nodding happily. “Of course I will be. I’ll continue to hug you like this every day even if we’re old. I’ll take care of you like this too.”

“Tomorrow….” She mumbles as Nanami releases her and looks at her face. He wiped away the remaining tears from the face he had come to love with all his heart.

“Hm?”

“Let’s get married tomorrow.” She tells him, determination in her eyes. He blinked, taken by surprise. She took his hands into her own.

"Huh?"

“I know we haven’t talked about it….but I…I want to do it. I want to have you forever by my side. On paper, with the ring, with the vow, with the name. I just want you. Forever…..and if you aren’t ready, we can wait. I know this might be out of the ordinary but I just–”

He had shut her up with his lips meeting her own. Hands bringing her face closer, her arms naturally wrapped her body closer to his. It was everything, that moment. The sweetness of so many years of love blossoming so wonderfully as a garden only for them.

In the passion that passed through them, Kento felt so many thoughts and then none – but all he knew was that he loved this woman. He loved her so much. So tenderly, so lovingly and he could not let her go. Never could he let her go.

When they let go of each other, catching their breaths, they could only stare into the universes that came with the deep seas of each other’s orbs. Hearts beating as one, there was only that as a rhythm to dance to.

It was the best melody, the only sound to forever dance to. This love was the best music, the best art, the best creation. He felt his lips echo a giggle, the happiest one he let out in his entire life. Her own laughter, the wonder of nature, made him even happier.

“Yes.” Kento echoed, resting her forehead against his with his hands. “Yes. Everyday, yes.”

Her giggles intensified as she used her arms to capture him once again onto her warmth. “I love you. I love you. So much.”

Nanami Kento laughed heartily. “I love you too. Always.”

Kento remembered his grandfather saying that there were always three chances in this life for every human being. Kento took that to heart when he was a young boy, sitting on the lap of the elder. He believed that, truly.

Kento figured out at that very moment what his chances were.

Meeting her.

Getting to love her.

Marrying her.

Nanami Kento was not one to hesitate.

Smiling at her, he had no regrets set in stone.

He was happy.

WHEN KENTO HAD ANSWERED THE DOOR, HE FOUND A BOX ADDRESSED TO HIS WIFE. He could not help but let out a small smile at the thought of people, including him addressing her as such. His wife, his darling. His min elskede. As he carried it in, the shine of his wedding ring glistened against the dimly lit entrance to the house.

Putting his house slippers on, Kento promptly entered the main house again. He rarely wore his wedding ring, wearing it only when they were together. He feared that he would lose it when he would go off into battle. It was one of his most cherished treasures. So he takes care of it, as though he was a servant of the heavens, keeping the altar of the gods safe from the fine dust.

Placing it onto the table, he wondered what it was. Usually, his wife would tell him if she had purchased something and when it would be delivered. But as she lounged in the shower, coming home after meeting up with her team to celebrate her nuptials, Kento would have to wait until she could confirm what it was.

So he decided he would start with making their dinner. After all, it was his turn to make her feel full with nourishments when she had been cooking all week for him. He had been going overtime at work again, unfortunately.

Their wedding had been an affair that only the two of them and a few were privy to. After spending a happy evening engaged, eating the food Nanami had prepared for the two of them, they had a wonderful night just embraced in each other’s arms. They made arrangements, calling Gojo and his wife who came by early that day to cheer them on and celebrate.

It was thanks to Gojo that the process had been rushed, managing to help out with the paperwork and signing on as a witness to their marriage.

Waking up the next morning, Kento wore a navy colored suit and his fiancee - a simple white dress. Hand in hand, grins reaching from ear to ear - the pair went to the Danish embassy to fill out some forms. His fiancee was excited, eagerly signing much of the paperwork with a smile on her face. The staff felt the jubilance that echoed from the couple, handing them the document and wished them all the best on their marriage.

She had been surprised about how quickly it all went. They submitted much of the paperwork and were greeted by the registry office staff kindly. Many people were there too, marrying just like they were. But despite that, much of the day went smoothly and about an hour later, as they both spoke of the upcoming future as husband and wife, it all became reality.

Though they came back a few weeks later about paperwork, that did not matter. As they stood together, giving each other a magnificent silver band, the two of them were declared husband and wife.

Their parents were jumping up in joy as they declared their marriage to them over a video call, as the two ate the food they both cooked that day when they got home from the registry. Especially the fathers who made a bet about when it would happen.

Kento’s father groaned loudly, handing a thousand kroner to his new in-law, who was laughing as he waved the money. They talked quite about what happens now, especially with where they would live and joint bank accounts. Living arrangements wasn’t going to be hard as they lived together, but now much paperwork was done to change certain things like names.

The newlyweds talked with their parents about marriage ceremonies, now that they were officially married in the eyes of the law. The parents suggested a traditional wedding to happen in Japan and in Denmark, but the married couple are still trying to work things out especially with their work and the logistics of bringing people in and out of the country. They postponed that idea for now. What mattered was that they were married.

“Oh, you started.” She tweeted happily as she hovered behind her husband, wrapping her arms around him. The smell of curry danced around the apartment, the spices enticing her senses. “Wah, what a husband I have!”

“I’m happy to take care of you, wife.” He replies to her, causing her to giggle and kiss the small of his back. “You had better dry your hair well. You’ll get a headache.”

“Yes, yes, spouse of mine.” She saluted at him, showing him the small towel which she used to dry the dampness away.

“Oh, a package arrived for you. It’s on the coffee table.”

“Ohhhhh!” She cheered as she rushed to the couch with a pair of scissors. Sitting comfortably, she sat down and used the scissors.

“Please be careful with the scissors!”

“Yes, husband of mine!” She giggled, opening the package wide and gasping happily, taking out the item from the box. “It’s here!”

“What is it?” Kento came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her upper body. She turned to him with stars in her eyes. She kissed his cheek. “You’re excited.”

“Because it came!” She says, patting the empty space beside her. “Come here!”

Kento obliged his wife and sat beside her comfortably. She handed him the item – a book, causing him to look at her. She grinned at him, pointing at the printing in the front. Looking at it carefully, his eyes widened like an owl in the wilderness.

His eyes gazed at her, love emitting widely for his magnificent bride. He put the book back onto the coffee table and wrapped his arms around her.

“You changed your last name? You didn’t have to, min elskede.” He asked her as she nodded against him. “When did you do that?”

“When I did the residency paperwork.” She grinned at him once they parted. “Then I contacted my writing agent and they let me change my last name here too!”

“This is just….” He sighed, before smiling joyously. “This is just a wonderful present…. You didn’t have to.”

“I did it because I love you. And I know you would be happy. Besides, it makes me happy to know that we are one, even in name. I wanted people to know that too…” She picks up the book and opens it, resting her hand onto the page. “This story, it’s about us. I didn’t use our names of course and some things are different, but this is about us. This is the story of us. About how we didn’t hesitate and how we just let love win.”

Handing it to Kento, he grinned at his wife and she urged him on, to read the paragraph.

‘To my husband, the moon and stars, my everything; I love you very much. Thank you for choosing me everyday. I choose you too, everyday. Jeg elsker dig! わたしは、あなたを愛しています!’

Nanami Kento felt like he was going to cry right there and there. His heart was beating out of his chest, as though it was flying to the glorious sun where the beauty of all life shone. His hands took his wife’s chin, urging her closer and placed kisses all over her.

She laughed happily, feeling her senses feel so much adoration. Kento soon let his lips gather against her own, with her joy letting her push and kiss him back with just as much love and passion.

Life was good.

Life was happiness.

This was his paradise.

This was his everything.

That’s what he thought at Shibuya too.

Smiling at the devastated Yuji.

‘Ah, I lived a good life.’

writer's notes: nanami does not die in this series!!! it would be explained in malmö i mitt hjärta and elaborated on in us and them, which is my current gojo fic. nanami's wife speaks and writes in a couple of languages. but she specifically learned japanese to speak and write more in depth with him. its what got her the job that transferred her to japan. nanami was the one who encouraged his wife to become a writer. he read her short stories and told her they were very good. she didn't believe him, but she got her first book deal the same year. as mentioned before, nanami's wife is a big workaholic. i wanted to write more about that. nanami often worries about her eating well during her writing season. nanami's wife has at least five books published but this book about her and nanami would be her most successful book to date. gojo satoru and his wife are very close with nanami and his wife, however nanami's wife and gojo's wife, genmei, get along even better. they co-chair the nanami club. gojo satoru is very jealous about this. nanami respects genmei more than satoru as a senpai and is close friends with her protege, mikoto nobuhiko. they were first years together with haibara.

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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✉️; RAIN ON MY PARADE. - D.RAGNIVINDR, K.ALBERICH.

💌; synopsis - every time it rains, diluc is reminded of the girl he loved and lost - you’re reminded of the man you left before running away to New York and kaeya is stuck between the two. when it rains again; only the skies above will know who you choose.

↳ length: 3.9K

↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader. modern!au, heavy angst, love triangles, break-ups ( between reader and kaeya ), friends to lovers, mutual pining, unprotected sex, soft sex, fingering, oral ( f!receiving ), marking, biting, praise!kink, mutual orgasms, creampies.

↳ notes: hello !! happy wednesday, i hope you’re all having a good week so far— this was a lovely little commission from @xshinigamikittenx who was kind enough to let me post this !! i loved writing this and hope you all enjoy <3 m.list ♡

the pitter patter of heavy rain against the window pains with peeling paint is usually enough to comfort a person. it’s cooling, the air rain creates acting like an ice pack on open wounds. the sound of rain is repetitive, can easily take a frenzied one track mind off of its course and settle it to a steadied speed. the rain smells like hope and new beginnings. all this about rain, and more…but to diluc, the rain is a painful reminder, a symbol and culmination of all that he’d lost. it doesn’t wash away anguish for him like it does for others, it isn’t cleansing or healing or reshresing. instead it stings to touch, hurts to hear— rain is as big an enemy to diluc ragnvindr as he is to himself.

he hates the rain even as it pours outside, slipping through the cracks and holes in his childhood home— momentarily distracting the red head from the warming drinks that he’s making.

“diluc, did you hear what i said?” kaeya’s voice just barely cuts through the clouds and doubts that hang heavy over his mind— threatening to thunder at any moment. “i’m going to propose to her today, maybe ask her to move in too.”

the kettle that the elder brother is brewing whistles as a sign of the water being boiled— bubbling over until diluc makes a move to pick it up and finish off making the tea. he fumbles with chipped mugs that have been gathering dust in the cupboard under the sink, clinking them together as he glances up at his brother. the mere mention of your name is enough to make the man a mess. “you’re going to what?” he stumbles, words clumsy on his tongue and unusually so for someone so typically stoic. “don’t…don’t you think it’s too soon? for something like that?”

“it’s actually been a year, and it feels right. dad would have approved too,” the blue haired man’s voice softens only just, a slight bit of sympathy etched into his tone. “it would be better for her to move in too, her new writing job will be bringing her back to the city.”

the day you moved away is so much clearer than the current one— the memory scribbled into the back of diluc’s mind in your not-so-neat handwriting he knew so well. before then, you had always been close with the redhead, even as children you were practically inseparable, where diluc scraped a knee you had a nasty gash to match. if his tooth fell out, yours would be wobbly the very next day, there wasn’t a thing either of you would do without each other. during your teen years, things changed ever so slightly— playful smiles turned to shy gazes and pinkies brushing in the fields behind your house, diluc had tasted like cherry cola and chewing gum when you’d kissed him on the swing set not five minutes from his dad’s house, and a year later he’d gotten into a scrap with a boy half his size in the same spot for trying to kiss you there too ( against your will ).

kaeya had taken you home for hot cocoa, your favourite, but he didn’t quite make it the same way as his brother. back then, the younger ‘ragnivindr’ boy hadn’t realised how much his sibling had liked you, simply too blinded by his own unspoken feelings to even notice and get, both you and diluc knew the way you yearned for one another was different than loving a family member or a friend, it was warmer, brighter and more heated.

he still doesn’t know why he never made a move.

a part of diluc blames the death of his late father, and how easy it was for him to shut out the ones he cared about following the event. he was given everything his father owned at such a young age, shutting down felt like the best choice at the time. he didn’t know it would mean losing you, seeing your somber face framed by the raindrops pattering down on both of you— you were giving diluc a chance before you left for university, asking him for a sign, holding an umbrella over both of your heads as you looked up at him with need.

diluc never made a move and you took the first flight to New York City the next morning to pursue your dreams in professional writing.

you don’t come back after that, and kaeya finds you out there whilst looking for something within himself, and who was diluc to put a wrench in the happiness he couldn’t give you— even if it meant hurting in secret for realising that he loved you a little too late.

“i’m going to do it anyways, marry her,” kaeya says, once again pulling diluc from the deep pool of his thoughts. “i just don’t see why you don’t approve?” the blue haired male goes on to question. “i can provide for her, i can love her. i can do all the things dad would have wanted me to do for her…” he takes his tea from diluc, blue eyes reading deep into him.

diluc answers his brother with silence, knowing that the younger is already aware of his feelings towards you. brothers shouldn’t fight, bound by blood more so than trivial emotions such as love and kaeya hums, reading deep into the silence.

“that’s what i thought,” kaeya murmurs, with a slight nod of his head. “it’s a shame, i really wish my brother could be there for this important moment.”

those are his last words to his brother, before departing into the cold rain and leaving diluc to deal with equally cold tea.

you despise the rain for obvious reasons— it reminds you of one of the loneliest times in your life and the sad solitude that followed you throughout your first few months in New York. the rain that had welcomed you felt like some kind of sick prank pulled upon you by whatever supernatural forces were working up above— to make a joke out of the girl who had her heart broken.

however, years later, you’re somehow grateful for the rain now…since it masks your shaky tears when you tell kaeya no.

“i can’t marry you, i can’t move in with you. i’m sorry but my answer is no.”

the words feel like cotton in your mouth, strange to you and like knives to your boyfriend. or rather, ex boyfriend now. the both of you stand staring, eyes locked on each other outside of kaeya’s little apartment on the corner of the street— you’re fond of the place, it’s located above a local bakery and always smells like peppermint and fresh bread, you won’t take advantage of the memories you have there. but it can’t and won’t ever feel like a home to you, it’s a shell of a place where you don’t belong and if you’d have said yes to kaeya, you would feel as though you were just a trophy item to be housed on his shelf.

your, now, ex stands on the concrete steps outside his front door, the ones that lead up to his apartment but shields himself from the acidic burn of the rain with an umbrella while you remain soiled to the bone— holding back sobs you know that you don’t deserve to cry. “why?” is all he asks you, not trace or hint of emotion coating his face nor his voice, as if the rainwater has wiped kaeya into becoming a clean slate.

guilt consumes you, since you don’t have an answer. it takes root in the pits of your stomach and intertwines precisely with each of your ribs— thorns sprouting from the stem and prodding at your lungs like a red rose, typically unsuspecting. the guilty flower making it difficult for you to breathe as you hold back your sobs. maybe it’s just that your answer isn’t something he’d want to hear…you can’t move in with kaeya, because you can’t love him in the ways that he wants you too and you’re apologetic for the parts of you that you thought you could.

kaeya is brave, he is witty and charming and everything someone other than you deserves in a partner— but he is not the man you left in the bittersweet rain before going to New York, the red headed man who was a fool to stand in the rain in expensive cashmere while not saying a word as you begged him to say everything. diluc had turned cold that day, despite the warmth of him that radiated through your childhood memories. and while, kaeya had followed you to New York and claimed to have stolen your heart, you had really left it back in your hometown with the man who had grown up by your side.

diluc ragnivindr has always been the man you wanted and you know that’s the reason why you could never fully commit to his brother. why you’ve never left a toothbrush or a set of clothes at kaeya’s place for overnight stays, why he doesn’t stock up on your favourite teas because he doesn’t know you prefer it over coffee, why you by candles that smell like sandalwood on fire because they remind you of diluc rather than the minty ones you associate with kaeya. in a way, it’s almost sad— that kaeya would think to propose and ask you to move in without hardly knowing you after a year of dating.

after spending nearly your entire life as kids together.

“i-i’m sorry,” you manage between choked gasps for clean air, but kaeya shakes his head so you don’t see his lips tremble as he holds back tears.

he knows that you are, he’s familiar with your face of regret. it was the same when you lost diluc to the darkness of death after their father passed away and it was the same when he followed you to NYC and told you all about how his brother had been. but, kaeya also recognises the glimmer of hope in your eyes—the same brightness that burned in them whenever you looked at diluc. the younger sibling, he knew you still held some sort of feelings for his brother.

you’re not over him.

“you still love him.” kaeya says simply and the rain fills the silence between you, the one that speaks a thousand words.

“i’m sorry,” you repeat, though your words are futile and weak. kaeya had expected you to scream, maybe cry and say that you didn’t mean it— that you really did love him and not his brooding brother. “i’m so ucking sorry, kae…”

“ah.”

“i-i’ll pay you back, for the ring. the one i can’t take..i’m sorry i—“

kaeya shakes his head again, turning his back to you so he can unlock his apartment— heading inside. “you should go, get somewhere warm before you catch a cold.” you know that there’s a double meaning to what your ex says, like he’s sending you off into the arms of his brother.

he leaves you on his doorstep, a pathetic mess in the rain— shooting a text to diluc as he does.

‘you win, congratulations brother.’

on the day that kaeya is meant to whisk you away, take your heart for the keeping— it rains once more and diluc is selfishly grateful for the downpour, hoping that it ruins days and spoils any engagement plans his younger brother may have for you. it’s spiteful, petty— even more so, but the elder ragnivindr son can’t help but bask in the awful weather, though it hides the sadness he truly feels. if you were here, you would have laughed and called it pathetic fallacy and perhaps, that makes him feel a little worse. or better, he really can’t tell.

yet, hours go by and there’s not a word on social media about how kaeya’s plans for you have gone— even though diluc constantly checks. he waits for pictures on your feed or stories, scrolls through and refreshes your Facebook just to see if you’ve updated your relationship status, and still, nothing changes.

all he wants is a glimpse into your life without him, what he doesn’t expect is the text from his younger brother calling it off, saying it’s over.

and maybe diluc is a little extra selfish for feeling his heart lift at the message notification flashing across his screen.

the redhead is quick to shoot you a text afterwards, asking if you’re okay— if you need anything. for above all else, diluc is still your childhood friend and someone who you’ve been able to count on since you were both in diapers. he would hope that you’d come to him, despite all that you’ve been through.

and you do.

when the doorbell rings, he flings it open a second later, revealing you and how you’re just as beautiful as the day you left for New York—soaked to the bone by the cool, heavy rain, your makeup a mess, your eyes puffy and nose snotty and still so gorgeous. as if the halo of the grey skies up above make you look like an angel.

“you’re—“ here. you’re really here, is what diluc wants to say— his mouth already forming the shape of the words before you cut him off.

your voice wavers when you speak, just like that night. “you should have come after me,” you croak, gazing deep into his fire lit soul. “followed me to New York.”

diluc knows that, it was his biggest regret. “please, just come inside.” he opens the door wider to let you in, trying to entice you with the heat of the fire running through his place but you don’t budge.

“you should have come after me.” you repeat, sniffling from tears or from the cold, he doesn’t know. “so i didn’t have to waste a year with your brother, with my friend, especially when all i could think about was you.”

the redhead grips the door handle a little tighter, knuckles turning white as the rain beats down on the world outside, on you. it’s humiliating to have you throw this in his face— but you’re so fucking right, he should have gone after you.

“please...” he says your name too.

“you should have called.”

“i thought…i thought you needed space! time!”

his chest hurts.

the rain gets harder.

“i wanted you! god…for fucks sake, diluc! you’re so stupid it’s infuriating—!” you scream in his face, pain in your voice as you step closer to his doorstep.

diluc’s cheeks flush red with embarrassment, screaming back at you until your voice both hurt. “just come inside, please! before you get sick—“

“diluc, for christ’s sake, i’m standing in the pouring rain, telling you i fucking love you and you’re doing it again!” you cry, heart on your sleeve just like it was for him before you left. “why are you doing it again? why won’t you say it back? that you love me—!”

before you can finish, he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the warmth of his home— pinning you against the hard oak door after he kicks it shut, both of diluc’s muscled arms either side of your head. “i do, i do love you,” he damn near sneers, red eyes hooded, causing your heart to stutter in its place. “i burn for you, i always have and you’re right i’m a fucking coward.”

he kisses you then, when he’s done breathing the words you’ve always wanted to hear against your lips. your hands find the thick tresses of his bright and fiery hair— and diluc moans at the taste of rainfall on your soft lips, tongue sliding over the seam and begging you to let him in. neither of you pull away, lips locking and sloppily sliding against one another like you need the action to breathe— pouring long lost words into one another’s mouths, tongues rolling over each other’s.

“you are,” you breathe wetly, the elder ragnivindr pushes off your wet clothes, regretfully parting from you as he does so— scrambling to shove down your skirt and your panties, all the while spinning you and backing you up into his living room until you both collapse a mess of passionate limbs on the soft rug covering his floor. “d-diluc!”

your body burns brighter than the fire sending warmth through the room, runs hotter than diluc’s heat as he presses his body over yours— fingers fumbling between your bodies to toy with your clit. “i know…shh, i know,” he coos to you softly, though he’s just as riled up as you are— desperate to make you his. “god, you’re so wet and all i’ve done is kiss you, darling.” diluc plays with your puffy folds, gathering your slick and dragging it along the length of your slit to rub into your clit. “you want me? my fingers, darling?”

“y-yes! diluc please, don’t make me wait,” you sigh, lip caught between your teeth as your back arches from the floor into his blistering chest. he’s temperate compared to the chill outside and the one that you’re used to. he relents, pushing two digits into your eager cunt, thumb taking over on drawing his name against your pleasure nub. “oh…oh—fuck!”

diluc can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes his swollen and spit slicked lips, when you cry out from his fingers curling against your velvet walls— searching for your g-spot. “there you go, you’re so pretty,” he hums against your skin, smiling when your walls flutter around him and your cunt gushes sweetly into the seat of his palm. “i can’t even tell you how much i’ve dreamed of your pretty hole,” his words are not lost on you, despite how void of thought you might be— feeling him stroke you into shape until pleasure tingles from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. “how desperately i’ve wanted to make you mine.” he says these words while pulling away from you, slipping sweetly between your thighs to suckle on your clit before you beg for a kiss again.

it’s wet and obscene, how he fingers you to an inch of your life, pulling gasps and little moans from deep within your chest along with the tune of lewd squelching cunt. your thighs are trembling, your hands cascading through bundles of diluc’s hair, tugging him to your lips— pushing his face into your neck where he marks his claim on you, removing any traces of your ex ( his brother ) from your body, mind and soul.

you can feel it building, an orgasm twisting knots in your lower stomach— your blood carries mixes of dopamine and sex hormones around your body, sending you spiralling towards your high the more diluc works on you, playing with your creamy sex to his heart’s content. “you gonna cum, love?” he asks you tenderly, finger fucking you faster, licking hotly up the side of your face and into your mouth. “yeah? can feel how you clench down on me so good,” nodding feverishly, you let your nails sink into diluc’s bicep, his name like a prayer on your lips as his digits scissor inside of you— dragging you by your ankles to your impending earth shattering high until….

until he pulls out, slapping three fingers against your pulsating pussy with a gentle pout on his lips.

“not quite yet darling,” you manage to catch him say over the blood rushing through your ears. “i want to feel you let go on my cock, okay?”

“m’kay, hurry ‘luc,” you babble, your chest heaving and a lovesick expression painting your face as you look up at diluc—spasming from the release you’d had ripped away from you. you barely register his calloused, warm hands slipping under the curve of your ass to pull you into the redhead’s lap, your head spins as he fumbles to pull his heavy and leaky cock from his sweatpants— letting the mushroomed tip prod at your entrance while he steadily pushes into you, the burn of his size setting your nerve endings on fire.

he’s your childhood best friend, but right now he’s the man you’ve loved your entire life— and though he put you through hell and back, you can forgive him since the way he makes you feel right now has you weak in the knees. your limbs are like jello as you push your hips down, coaxing more of diluc’s girthy cock into your squishy, soaking insides.

“god— you’re fucking perfect, so beautiful, s-so…oh god,” diluc simpers, finally sheathed inside all of your slick heat. “c’mere darling, c’mere let me love you,” his arms hook around your shoulders to keep you anchored down on his throbbing dick, his forked veins pushing against pleasure spots that only he can discover, filling you with all of his love.

neither of you will last long like this, both of you shaking and sweaty messes in one another’s arms—diluc fucks you, claims you with slow rolls of his hips up into yours, tip that leaks unbeliavle loads of precum smearing that same mix of milky white against your insides, churning you up and making you see starts. you gasp and claw at his broad back, bite down on his flexing shoulders as the redhead sucks bruises and love bites into your neck— knowing they won’t be fading any time soon.

he hisses when your sensitive nipples brush against each other, when you start to circle your hips and grind your slick pussy down on him in tune to his rhythmic thrusts, his balls heavy with cum just for you slapping up against the curve of your ass. “i love you,” diluc moans heartily, pressing his forehead against your own while your bodies dance together in feverish movements, smearing your arousal against his thighs and stomach. “i love you, you’re so—fuck, you’re so good sweetheart.”

“‘m gonna cum f’you, ‘luc,” you tell him earnestly, hiccuping over the salacious squelch of your pussy as he rams into you— your juices dripping down his balls. “love you s’much, don’t stop…please don’t fucking stop—!” you pant onto diluc’s mouth, hot and heavy while his adoration and lust for you spreads through your body like a wildfire, heating you up from the inside out.

“yeah you love me…i love you, never gonna stop,” he grunts back, fingertips digging into your shoulders and your waist as he lifts and drops you down onto his aching cock. you’re tight around diluc, locking him into your sweet pussy until he can barely pull out— jamming into your g-spot over and over, sending you both hurtling over the edge as you clamp down on him for the final time.

gentle ‘i love you’s are thrown into the sex tainted air, your cunt streaming with your arousal as you shake and quiver and cry in your lover’s arms— and diluc barely lets you go, filling you up to the brim with thick waves of his hot white seed, his hips stuttering and fucking more of his cum into you.

“p-promise, promise you'll always come after me,” you murmur against diluc’s lips when you finally come down, sharing a sweaty and teary eyed kiss with hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat steady. “s-swear on it.” you say.

and all diluc can do is smile lovingly, realising the rain has stopped as the sun shines through the curtains of his living room.

“i will always come after you, for as long as i live.”

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alliumcola · 2 years

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My frequently used emojis are so nice together 🌻

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blushyeleven · 7 months

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Tickletober - DAY 7

Flustered

characters: lee!y/n, ler!tara, ler!sam

Warnings: tickles, swearing

a/n: I hate this sm it’s so rushed ahgsjsbwejev

𝓐 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭

“Hey, Tara?”

You called out from the hallway after receiving the text from Tara 10 minutes prior to you getting their, stating “hey when you get here just let yourself in” so that’s what you did, leaving you standing in the hallway with no response, the only thing that could be heard was.. excessive giggling? You slowly walked from their hallway and followed the sound of girlish giggles before finding Tara and sam in their living room. Tara was sat on Sams waist.. tickling her. Your eyes couldn’t help but widen as your cheeks began to fade into a crimson red. Tara then looked up with a giddy smile, stopping her attack on sam as she said “oh! Hey y/n!” You decided it would be best to advert eye contact and look at the floor, fiddling with your own fingers. “Hey!” You said, trying to act normal even though your brain was scrambling. Sam was just laying on the sofa, her cheeks equally as pink as yours as she was gasping for air “hi y/n!” She said through deal and heavy breaths. You gave a nervous wave before saying “hello!” Still avoiding their eye contact as Tara began to lightly scribble at sams sides while still looking at you, her smile turning into confusion after seeing your unusual mannerisms. “You okay, y/n?” Tara asked gently, seeing you standing their awkwardly. “Hm? Yeah! I’m okay!” You then looked at Tara and then looked at her hand.. tickling sam.. your cheeks intensifying in colour. You thought it would be best to look anywhere but at the situation that was right in-front of you. Sams laughter could be heard in the background as she desperately flailed her arms around, trying to push at taras. “You sure?” She asked again, not understanding why all of a sudden you seemed so uneasy. “Yeah! I- um.. Can i get a drink please?” Your tried to find your words as you still stood their, in that one position, trying to find any excuse to take yourself away from the situation in an attempt to calm your nerves down. “Ofcourse! You don’t need to ask silly” Tara reasured before you nodded and swiftly walked to the kitchen. Sams laughter, desperate and still echoing through the apartment.

You opened the silver metal and took out and can of cola before slowly treading back, sitting yourself in the sofa. Taking small sips of your canned beverage. Tara then began just mercilessly tickling sams stomach causing the older girl to squeal and continue with her giggle fit. You focussed your eyes on your drink as your blush grew even more. Your mind racing.

“You want to join in?” Tara asked with a warming smile, still befuddled with how you were acting. “No! I- It’s okay!” You tried to sound as calm and as ordinary as possible but the fact you couldn’t even make eye contact was giving you away. “Why not?” The shorter girl furrowed her eyebrows. “I… I don’t wanna ruin your guys fun!” “Oh please, it would be more fun if you joined in!” She insisted, trying to get you to loosen up but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at them.. let alone join in. “No really! It’s okay!.. I’m fine with just sitting here!” Tara giggled, still clearly very skeptical, you never acted like this. “Your acting weird” she stated, the stupid smile never leaving her face. “No I’m not!” You replied instantly, clearing being quick to defend your position. Even Sam, who was practically screaming with laughter still managed to not, agreeing with Tara. But it wasn’t untill Tara noticed the dusky pink colour spread across your cheeks that she then realised.. were you.. flustered? She couldn’t understand why though. So she just decided to stop her assault on sam and sat next herself to you. Leaving sam laying on the sofa? Gasping for air.

“You don’t have to stop because I’m here!” You reassured, trying to act casual but failing miserably. “No it’s okay, I think Sam needs a break from it anyway” Tara giggled “but really what’s the matter with you?” She asked, an eyebrow quirked, still with the widest smile on her face. Showing her dimples. “Nothing!” You tried to say again, with another wobble in your voice. “No, there’s definitely something.. you seem.. flustered” she giggled watching how defensive you were getting and she couldn’t even understand why. Sam finally managed to recollect her breath before sitting up in the sofa. “Yeah! Youve been acting weird since you got here!” Sam questioned. “f-flustered? I’m not flustered! Im fine!” Even though it was painfully obvious, you still chose to deny everything. “I’m just tired!” You added, seeming as it was your best excuse. Tara then began to giggle “tired? God, your still terrible at lying” she stated giggling some more. You then looked down at your drink, taking a few more sips of it. I mean, she was right. You were awful at lying. Your brain always to muddled to think of a decent excuse and the fact you always avoided eye contact when you were lying. “Yeah” Sam chuckled “no but really, what’s up?” Her voice was soft hey curious. Clearly just as intrigued as Tara was to find out the reasoning behind your on edge behaviour.

“Was it the tickling?” Tara asked out of no where and your eyes widened and the red on your cheeks smeared around your whole face. “No!” You responded quickly.. a little to quickly as you shuffled nervously on your seat. Sam chucked again. “As Tara Said.. still awful at lying” she pointed out, making you even more flustered. “Oh my god is it actually?” Tara began giggling as she covered her mouth, trying to suppress the giggles. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say anything. It was like your voice automatically put itself on mute.. “Okay, that’s actually adorable” Tara said, still in her giggling fit. “But why?” She asked innocently, trying to calm herself down. You simply shrugged your shoulders, still clearly unable to respond with actual words. Sam smiled and just lightly shook her head “oh y/n, what are we going to do with you?” She stated, her lips curved upwards. “You find tickling.. flustering?” She asked, still giggling like a Little Girl, her hand still clasped to her mouth yet again as you then looked at her. With absolutely zero response. “Okay sorry! I’m sorry! I’m not making fun of you.. it’s just really unexpected.. but it’s cute” she said trying to pull herself together.

Tara then had a mischievous idea as she smirked to herself. I mean.. you were flustered over tickling.. so that should make this more fun. She reached out and started lightly scribbling at your ribs for a few seconds, just to see your reaction. She was actually pleasantly surprised as you let out an ear splitting squeal and immediately recoiled at her sudden touch. “Woah, y/n..” Sam said, also realising taras intention, so she got up from her seat and walked over to you. You looked between the two girls, your face glowing with red as you couldn’t even bring yourself to utter a word. “Wait- no! Dont!” You tried to plead but it was all useless. As Tara reached back in to wiggle her fingers across your side. A light feathery touch at first. Just innocently fluttering her fingers across your strip of skin. Causing the most endearing and adorable giggles to escape your mouth. Tara watched you in awe as she watched you become even more flustered by the second. You reached your hands to cover your blushing face as you figured it would be better to not look. This wasnt really happening.. was it? This had to be some hyper realistic dream and that you’d wake up and you’d be fine. But no, alas it was reality. Tara was really tickling you. Quickly followed by Sam, who added her fingers to the ordeal, slowly skittering them over your stomach. Starting of soft, clearly not wanting to drive insane.. yet.

“Cohohome ohohonnn!!” You tried to protest.. but both the carpenter sister knew deep down you weren’t hating this. Or you would have put up a better erteilt of escaping, instead of sitting their and accepting it. “Oh y/n! You honestly are adorable, I almost forgot how ticklish you were!” Tara cooed seeing you remove your hands from your toasted cheeks to continue giggling endlessly. “Ihihit ti- feheels fuhunny!” You stated, clearly unable to announce the dreaded tword. “ti.. feels funny, yeah?” Tara teased, obviously noticing how you avoided the word. “What, can’t you say tickle? Is it to.. flirting?” Sam chuckled at her own tease as you wiggled around on the spot. “Fuck ohofff!” You tilted your head back slightly, shutting your eyes. “Oh you already know I’m not letting that slide!” Tara giggled before speeding up her antics, clawing aimlessly at your ribs. As sam followed, scribbling at your armpits. “NohoHOHO- DOHONT!” You shrieked and fell into heavy laughter, not like the adorable giggles you were producing before.

“Come on! This is funnn~” Sam teased, naturally she was an expert at it. She was the older sister. It’s just something she was always good at. “AAHHAHAHAHA GUHUYS!!” You laughed uncontrollably, not evening tempting to hold back. It was impossible, the laughter just poured out of your mouth like a water fall. You kicked around desperately, not trying to escape their evil hands just yet. It was all on instinct really. Tara moved her hands to repetitively squeeze at your hips while sam moved to the sides of your stomach. “AHAHAHHAHAA SHIHIT!” “I can’t believe we never knew this sooner!” Tara exclaimed, grinning at you and your current position. SAM was just snickering at you every so often and how hard you were laughing was clearly hilarious to the both of them. Before they decided to stop and let you actually breathe, seeming as you were gasping during your forceful laugher.

“that was..” you couldn’t even manage to finish your sentence as Tara continued to grin at you “adorable” she clearly finsihed your sentence for you. I mean.. not what you was going to say. “Agreed, that’s definitely becoming more of a thing” Sam agreed and you couldn’t help but nod as Tara rested her head on your chest, listening to your pounding heartbeat. As you tried to steady your breathing still. Your stomach filled with butterflies. You then wrapped your arms around Tara in a comforting and affectionate way. As sam sat at her previous seat, giggling at you.

Even though at the time, it seemed like you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Right in this moment, you couldn’t be happier at the time you walked in and arrived.

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Reunion (Part 1) | Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

A chance encounter at work leads to a reunion with a childhood friend from Tupelo.

Request from @queenslandlover-93: Hello! I have a request for you…what would if Elvis runs into an old childhood sweetheart and they make it work with everything going on around them from his mother passing away to the ‘68 comeback special. I also want to see his sweetheart fight back for him against the Colonel. Can’t wait to see what you come up with! 😊

a/n: sorry this took so long darling! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it! The next part(s? 👀) should be out soon!

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: a couple swear words, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Hugest of shoutouts to @austin-butlers-gf and the EFC for letting me bombard them with snippets from this 🤍

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You fan yourself with your hand, the Tennessee summer heat close to unbearable as another hour of your shift at the convenience store slogs by. You’ve been the only person here practically since your shift started. Who in their right mind would be out shopping right now was truly beyond—

“Just this please, ma’am,” a deep voice drawls, and you’re jolted out of your thoughts as someone places a bottle of Coca-Cola on the counter in front of you.

“Ma’am? Now I think I’m a little young to deserve such a title, don’t—?” Your teasing is cut off as you look up to see the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen in your life, contrasted by a sleek wave of thick, jet black hair and a scattering of freckles. You blink as you take in the lace shirt and eyeliner smudged around his eyes and realize exactly who this is. In fact, you had been nodding along to one of his songs not 5 minutes earlier.

Elvis Presley (the Elvis Presley! In your place of work!) lets out a shy laugh, “Well, my mama raised me to be polite, and seeing as I don’t know your name…” he trails off.

You’re not quite sure what emboldens you to stick out your hand for him to shake and introduce yourself, but you know it’s worth it when you see that surprised smile light up his face. Taking it one step further as you ring up his Coke, you strike up a conversation. “You know, I used to know an Elvis Presley growing up back in Tupelo. Not quite sure how common of a name it is, but I think of him when I listen to your music.” you say with a self-conscious shrug.

Elvis is silent for a moment. You cringe inwardly, sure you’ve just ruined the entire interaction, until he speaks up. “Wait… Y/N. You wouldn’t happen to be the Y/N L/N who lived a couple houses down from us back then, would ya?”

You freeze, looking up to take in his features again. You couldn’t tell at first with the makeup and styled hair, but looking into his eyes you see the scrawny blond boy you ran around with in your neighborhood back in Tupelo. The boy who had been your best friend back then.

“Elvis?” you say in disbelief, moving around your little counter to pull him in for a hug, “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you! If I’d’ve known it was you making all this amazing music—“

“You like my songs?”

You pull away to slap at his chest, playfully scolding him, “Elvis Presley, if you think there’s a girl in this town that doesn’t like your music you’re outta your dang mind.”

He laughs, and oh my goodness. He might have grown up a bit from the little boy you knew, but his laugh was still music to your ears.

There’s a moment of silence before his gaze flicks over to the clock on the wall and his eyes widen. “Hey, I’ve gotta get goin’, but maybe we could catch up later? It’s been forever, there’s so much I wanna tell you about.”

“I’d love that,” you nod, grinning. “I get off at 5, if you’re free then.” You say, scribbling down your phone number and address on a scrap of paper next to the register and handing it to him. You try very, very hard to ignore the butterflies that erupt in your stomach as your fingers brush.

“I’ll see ya then, darlin’” he calls, winking as he ducks out the door and leaves you blushing just as much as he had when you were kids.

•••

Getting together after one of your shifts or one of his recording sessions becomes a regular thing for the two of you. You fill him in on how your father’s job transferred him to Memphis only a few years after his family had moved here, and he fills you in on the Hayride, the Colonel, his deal with RCA, and everything else that had happened since he moved away. The two of you grow closer, and eventually it’s as if the years you spent apart never happened.

Unfortunately for you, the crush you harbored for him all those years ago also grows with your friendship. Every time he smiles, laughs, every time your hands brush as you walk next to each other on your way to some shop on Beale Street he wants to show you, the butterflies in your stomach come to life and you have to fight the urge to kiss each and every freckle on his face.

Elvis never notices, of course. You’ve learned to hide your feelings well. Why bother putting your friendship in jeopardy when you know he won’t feel the same?

Something changes, though, as you’re sitting under a tree in his unreasonably huge yard reminiscing about your time in Tupelo.

“No, I remember it, clear as day, I absolutely won that race!”

“You did not! I remember, Sam tripped you or somethin’ and I beat you to that tree!”

“Okay, you are definitely thinkin’ of one o’ the other races because I’d have to be dead to forget that my prize was a kiss from you.”

His face flushes as he realizes what he just said, and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Ah, I mean—“

“No,” you cut him off, “I, um. I remember that race, too.”

“You do?”

“Well, yeah. It’s kinda hard to forget your first kiss.” you shrug, glancing shyly down at your shoes peeking out from where you have them tucked under your dress.

“Yeah,” he nods, “I, uh. I thought about that day a lot after we left.” he admits shyly.

You hum, unsure of how to answer.

There’s a moment of silence, and your head snaps up as you feel his fingers tentatively tangle in yours.

“Y/N…” his gaze drifts down to your lips then back up, blue eyes meeting yours. He hesitates, then says softly, as if speaking too loud will break whatever force is locking your gazes, “I’d really like to kiss you right now, if that’s all right.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you nod. “I’d really like it if you did that,” you whisper.

His hand comes up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear and he cups your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He leans in slowly and presses his lips to yours, nothing at all like the shy, clumsy, fumbling attempt at a kiss you’d shared back in Tupelo. No, this was sweet and gentle and… there was no other word for it. It was simply perfect.

He pulls away just an inch, keeping his forehead pressed to yours. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he breathes, eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I kissed you after that race back in Tupelo,” you mumble with a small smile.

“Well then, it sounds like we’ve got a lotta time to make up for,” he grins as he eagerly pulls you in for another kiss, smiling against your lips.

•••

If your parents thought the two of you were inseparable before, they weren’t prepared at all for how attached at the hip you and Elvis would be once you finally admitted your feelings for each other. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to spend all day together, coming home after dark from one of your houses, and eventually it was accepted that your families — the two sets of parents becoming friends again as you and Elvis rekindled your friendship — would have dinner together at Graceland multiple times a week.

You finally got to meet the infamous Colonel as well, Elvis introducing you as his “other bestest girl” with a wink towards his mama. He was incredibly gracious to you, but something felt… off. You couldn’t put your finger on it, so you brushed it off as no big deal.

•••

You stuck by Elvis through all of the “Elvis the Pelvis” mockery, silently seething as the Colonel tried to force Elvis into a more “family friendly” image. The last straw for your boyfriend, however, was the Steve Allen Show.

He had torn off for Beale Street after that argument with his mama, and after his parents had gone to bed you simply waited for him to return. You knew that oftentimes he just needed his space and would come home once he calmed down some.

Eventually you heard the smooth roar of the Cadillac pull up. You strode over to the foyer as he opened the door and fell into your open arms, tucking his face into your neck and squeezing you tight.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that, sweetheart,” he says, voice muffled.

You shush him, stroking his hair. “It’s alright, baby. It’s frustrating, I know.”

“I just don’t understand why people have such a problem with me,” he mumbles as you lead him up the stairs to bed,” I told the Colonel before, my own mother approves of what I do!”

“If you don’t wanna change, then you shouldn’t,” you say. “You can’t let all these old people stop you from doing what you love.”

He laughs softly, “B.B. said somethin’ like that tonight. Said they couldn’t do nothin’ to me ‘cause I’m a famous white boy.”

“B.B., as usual, is right,” you reply with a smile as he plops down on his bed, tugging you down with him. You lean against his shoulder and whisper, “There are lots of people right now trying to tell you who to be. I think you just gotta listen to yourself; who do you wanna be.”

“Thank you, mama,” he whispers after a moment of silence, intertwining your fingers and squeezing three times— your own little signal for “I love you”.

“Always, honey,” you reply. “Now,” you stand up, brushing your lips against his, “You’ve got a big show tomorrow, so you should get some rest.”

He nods tiredly, a sleepy smile on his face. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?”

You shake your head, “You just get some sleep, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

•••

The next night, your heart swells with pride as you sit next to his parents in Russwood Park. You beam as he makes eye contact with you throughout his opening speech to the audience, throwing a wink your way when he says “but in the end ya gotta listen to yourself.”

The Colonel urges you to get back in the car as Elvis’s performance escalates. You and his mother both fight through the crowd as he’s dragged away by police, Elvis urging the both of you to get back in the car, assuring you that he’ll be alright.

•••

It was not alright. A letter arrived soon after the Trouble incident, and the ultimatum was clear: jail, or the service.

As much as you and his family hated the thought of him joining the army, you all hated the idea of jail even more.

“I’ll write to you, and I’ll call as much as I can,” he assures you just before he leaves for basic, repeating the words he’d told his mother just 10 minutes earlier with one addition for you. “I promise, sweetheart, ain’t nothin’ gonna get in the way of us. Not even the damn Army.”

He leaves you with that promise and a lingering kiss, and you’re left juggling your little convenience store job, your worry over him, and his mother’s drinking.

Aaaand there we go! Part one is done! Hopefully y'all enjoyed. Sorry for the cliffhanger 😊 but part two is in the works now! Please let me know what y'all thought!

Read part 2 here!

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