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humanbeanisnotamused · 8 months

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i don't exactly think of this as "canon" but i need attention or i'll die so it is on AO3

She turns at the crash, and there’s blood all over the floor. No–not blood–the splatter is inconsistent and the colour is just slightly the wrong red, and–Marion has dropped the jar of tomatoes he was supposed to put in the pan. He’s still standing, hand outstretched, as if he’s not sure what to do next.

“Are you alright?” she asks, watches his eyes lift to her, not glassy or distant or dilated any more or less than they should be. He looks… put out, maybe faintly puzzled.

“Yeah,” he says, and looks back to the mess on the floor. “Slipped outta my fingers. We don’t, ah– We don’t got anything else in the house.”

“Well,” she says–she’s tried to bring the boys groceries before–they don’t like it. She chooses her moments to treat them, and this isn’t one of them. “We can eat it without the sauce. We’ve all had worse.” She’s still watching him, as she speaks, the furrow between his eyebrows as he turns something around and around in his head. He hasn’t put his hand down yet. “Marion?”

He looks down again, avoiding her eyes. “My uh–My grip’s not what it used to be.”

“Is this since the…” She angles her head towards the ground. To way, way beneath the ground.

They haven’t talked about the incident since it happened; it had freaked Marion out so badly that it seemed almost cruel to bring it up. But she’s noticed the scar peeking out from his collar, and she’s noticed the odd sort of frailness to him recently. She’d hoped some rest and good food would take care of it, but the more days of rest and good food pass, the more certain she is that it won’t.

“I’d like to have a look at that scar on your chest,” she says.

Marion doesn’t answer for a moment. She watches the muscles around his jaw tighten and clench.

“I, uh,” he says, eventually. “You’re off the clock, Doctor. I wouldn’t ask you to do that.”

His body tells a different story, hands crossing protectively over his chest. He turns away from her, to attend to the pasta still boiling on the stove.

“Marion,” she says, and waits for him to look at her again. She smiles, in a way she hopes is encouraging. “I doubt you’re even the strangest thing I’ve seen this week.”

“Is this an order, Doc?” he says, smiling with his mouth, trying for light in a way that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, looking away again.

“I’d never order you to do anything,” she says, honestly, “but I’d be very happy if you agreed to it.”

He presses his lips together.

“Alright,” he says. “Lemme finish this.”

When he’s turned the fire off, he turns a chair out from the small kitchen table and sits on it; unbuttons his shirt slowly. She wonders if anyone else has ever been allowed to freely look at the scar. She doesn’t linger on the thought.

She pulls off her gloves. “May I?”

She touches his chest with her fingertips, right at the centre of the starburst she’s seen in her head before. Where there should be warmth, there is none. It’s no cooler than room temperature, and yet it’s as if it’s sucking the warmth out of her fingertips. “Is there sensation here?” she asks, as she would ask any other patient, and then moves the press of her fingers to a few different places. “Can you feel this?”

“Uh, no. Kind of. I can feel…pressure, but not your fingers? Does that make sense?”

There’s a prickle, at the base of her skull. There’s something there, something that would become clearer to her if she leaned into it, but. First things first.

She presses out further, into the fresher, bluer tendrils. “What about here?”

“Nothing.”

“Do you–this is going to sound like the same question–do you feel things from it? Not external sensations. Anything emanating from the scar itself.”

He doesn’t answer for a moment. A long one. “It’s… cold, sometimes. Not all the time. Especially when I…”

He gestures loosely towards his temple, the way Sean does when he’s talking about Marion’s visions. If she were to guess, he doesn’t feel those visions from his temple at all. He uses that gesture because Sean uses it.

She holds out a hand to him. “Take my hand and squeeze it? As hard as you can.” She smiles. “I’m not fragile.”

She doesn’t have most of her equipment on her, but it’s a weak doctor who’s reliant on their tools. She knows how to feel for a good, steady heartbeat, for good breath sounds, for intact reflexes. She does have a bleed detector–she’s never without it–and she’s going over bleed levels–definitely present, contained within the scar itself and no further, and she’s not going to make him reach into the well at this moment in case it hurts him–when he opens his mouth, and closes it again.

She waits.

“Jean?” he says, softly.

“Yes?”

“When that… thing, had me. It reached for… it tried to pull out my soul, and it. Came up short. There was nothing there.”

She doesn’t know what to say to that, so she doesn’t. She lets it hang, and oh what she wouldn’t do for this man. She wishes she could kill that thing twice, for that tremble in his voice.

“Did you know there’s no such thing as a perfect body?” Jean says. “It’s one of the first things they teach you in medical school. When you get in there, nothing looks exactly like it does in the textbooks. No two bodies are the same.” She’s not focusing on anything anymore, but she keeps her eyes down as if she is. Instinctively, she feels that if she looks straight at him, he might scarper. So she doesn’t. “There was this one woman–I didn’t see her myself, but my instructor did–who, they were trying to relieve cranial pressure. So they got out the drill, and they tried to make a hole. And they kept going, and going, and going.” She glances up. “Does this kind of talk bother you?”

“Not at all,” he says.

“Well,” she says, “all told, her skull was about 5 centimetres thick.” She holds up her thumb and forefinger in demonstration. “That’s not supposed to be possible. But it was.”

His chest is still under her hand. It rises and falls. The lack of warmth is–not quite distracting, but it’s as if she misses it. “You think my soul skull’s too thick, that what you’re saying?”

“Well, maybe. I know it’s not the answer you’re hoping for, but I’m afraid we haven’t yet found a way to test for souls.” She chances looking up at him again, and finds he’s already looking at her. “You’re the most caring person I’ve ever met, Marion. That must count for something.”

Something happens in his face, and Jean suddenly finds she has to look away, busy herself with the same tasks she’s already done; the prodding for sensation, the feeling for his heartbeat–if this stops being a doctor-patient interaction and starts being Jean and Marion, she’s highly aware that she might just stop functioning.

She’s examining the mottled skin at the edges of the scar when Sean bursts into the kitchen, and where Jean freezes, Marion startles; drawing back and trying to pull his shirt back over his chest, putting most of the table between them.

“Oh, sorry, sorry, didn’t realise I was interruptin’ something,” Sean says, breaking into that insolent grin of his. “You two kids have fun, forget I ever walked in here.”

Painfully aware that she’s blushing, Jean casts about desperately for her dignity, and finds none so she tries for composure instead, pulling her gloves back on in a way that distantly strikes her as deeply incriminating. “It was a medical–”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you wanna call it,” Sean says. “I’m not a snitch, whatever two consenting adults wanna get up to in their free time is their own business.”

Meanwhile, Marion’s got all his shirt buttons done up, a little lopsidedly, and she’s almost relieved to find he’s blushing too, up his cheekbones and down his lovely clavicles. “Dinner is–” he starts, and then does this huge sigh. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Sean, dinner is fucked. I dropped the tomatoes and we don’t got nothing else and it’s fucked. I fucked it.”

“Huh,” Sean says, strides past them and towards the stove where he pokes uselessly at something with a spoon. “Well that can’t be right, I can smell the garlic and we got some bacon grease left over, I know you can do something with that, you’re good at the cooking thing…” and amidst the useless, comforting noise of Sean filling the space with words, she watches Marion take a breath and compose himself, and she follows suit.

“Doc,” Sean will say later, in a spare moment when it’s just the two of them, “that thing isn’t killin’ him or anything, is it?”

“Not,” she starts, and then takes a moment to arrange her words, “I don’t believe so. It seems stable. I’ll keep as close an eye on it as he’ll allow me to.”

He lets out a slow, measured breath that he’s probably trying to keep from being a sigh. “Was hoping for a stronger answer than that, Doc, I’m not gonna lie.”

“We all hope for a lot of things, don’t we Mr Finnerty?” she says, almost on autopilot, and then on an impulse braves the space and takes his hand. He looks startled for a second, open and young in a way she doesn’t often see on him. She squeezes. “He’ll be okay,” she says. “We will make sure of it.”

#candela obscura #jinnah basar #sean finnerty #marion collodi #i sincerely do not know the nature of the relationships happening here. but they sure are happening #no proofreading we die like men

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berlynn-wohl · 2 years

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A little excerpt from “Sir Loren’s Song”

Happy Sunday! Here’s a treat for those of you who are just getting out of church: a passage from Sir Loren’s Song. Link to the full story is at the bottom. Hope you enjoy!

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“Nothing exciting has happened since that man tried to kill you in the Waste Land,” Aiken lamented as they lay indolent among the ferns. “I suppose it's too hot of late to go around looking for a tilt or a swordfight.”

Loren's head lolled to one side, so that he might face Aiken. “Right now it's too hot to sit upright.”

“Hm. Still, it would be nice to have a good adventure. I suppose we'll have to seek such things only in the morning or the evening for a while.” Aiken raised himself on one elbow. “Do you know what I just thought of? A hunt. That would be engaging. We could choose a cooler time of day, and go in search of some worthy quarry.”

“We ought not shoot anything bigger than a hare, lest it go to waste while we are on the road,” Loren said.

“Unless it was something that would win us glory and fame,” Aiken replied, stretching out the last three words in an attempt to entice Loren.

Loren lifted his head. “For example?”

Aiken hesitated. After all they had done, he supposed Loren would not be sufficiently lured by the prospect of a mere hart or boar. Then he thought of it: “Why, the Questing Beast! I have heard that King Pellinore has become too weakened by age to continue pursuing it himself. Have you heard of the Questing Beast in Avalon? It is like no other creature in the world! It's an enormous thing, a magical creature that moves with great leaps and bounds to evade anyone who pursues it. It has the head and neck of a great serpent, and the hind end of a lion, but it is spotted like a leopard–”

“The Questing Beast is a giraffe,” Loren said.

“A what?”

“A giraffe. In Africa it is considered quite an ordinary creature. Some Roman idiot brought one here years ago and it got loose.”

“How do you know this?”

“Sir Palomides told me at the feast. He took up the hunt for the Questing Beast from King Pellinore, and when he saw it, he knew it for what it was. He had seen one once in the menagerie of some shah of the Sasanian Empire.”

“So...it is not magical at all.”

Loren said, “In Avalon we believe that everything in creation has its own kind of magic, for is it not beyond our ability to even explain how it is that we have eyes that see? And brains that think? And hearts that love? But beyond that, no, a giraffe is not magical.”

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Title: Sir Loren’s Song (click to read on AO3) Author: Berlynn Wohl Rating: Explicit Pairing: OMC / OMC (a dark-haired genius and a blonde soldier lol) Word count: 27,000 so far, will be 58,000 when posting is complete Summary: Sir Aiken, a Saxon orphan, and Sir Loren, lately of Avalon, are the misfits of King Arthur’s Round Table. Their first encounter sparks an immediate rivalry, but when Arthur orders them to undertake a year-long quest together, a companionship which at first seems impossible over time becomes inevitable.

#arthuriana #arthurian legends #arthurian mythology #knights of the round table #loren and aiken

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early2000smovieimagines · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Ahkmenrah

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(This movie was my childhood. Brings back so many good memories ...and crushes.)

- You’d worked at quite a few museums in your day but none of them were quite like the Museum of Natural History; a fact you’d be made aware of very suddenly and without warning.

- You were somewhat new to the building, hired to do work on the exhibits since you were skilled in restoration and design. You weren’t a night worker, at least you weren’t supposed to be, but you’d accidentally dropped something as you were leaving your office and were forced to stay late to clean it up.

- After a few moments of sweeping, you’d heard a commotion upstairs and as you went to leave the museum; and investigate, you’d walked straight into the beautiful chaos of a night at the museum.

- Let’s just say that Larry had a lot to explain, all of which you took surprisingly well; though you didn’t have much of a choice now did you?

- Ahkmenrah spotted you from across the museum and watched as you made your way around the new magical world, staring at every person and thing in awe. He spied on you throughout the night and found that when he’d finally thought it appropriate to approach you, the sun was already beginning to rise.

- So the next day, he asks Larry about you, pretending as though he’s asking for no reason at all. Larry knowingly offers to introduce the two of you and the mummy drops the act, eagerly accepting.

“I’d like that very much, yes.”

- Larry approaches you with the sparkling pharaoh and is soon called away by someone else, leaving the two of you alone to speak. Ahkmenrah motions over to a bench nearby, commenting that it “must be a lot to get used to” as you both take a seat. You laugh in agreement and before you know it, the two of you are engaged in a conversation.

- Ahkmenrah’s sweet, he’s charming, he’s handsome, and he’s quite enamored with you; though you don’t know that just yet.

- Soon enough, it’s time for the sun to rise and he takes notice, begrudgingly standing and admitting that he “must say goodbye”. You respond with a somewhat disappointed goodbye yourself, watching as he begins to walk away before he turns and says “I should like to see you tomorrow ...to continue our conversation” to which you happily agree.

- The two of you become close fairly quickly. Anytime he spots you in a room, he makes a beeline towards you; both because he really likes you and because he’s somewhat awkward himself.

- He always likes being there for you, considering you’re new and not used to all that history coming to life stuff. He takes pride in being your guide and sort of likes the feeling of you depending on him a bit.

- Your “friendship” takes an obvious romantic turn, particularly; and outwardly, on his side; I say “friendship” because it was probably somewhat obvious from that he liked you more than that even from the beginning.

- He compliments you, oftentimes earnestly and quietly calling you beautiful, uses any excuse to touch you and your clothes, etc. He awes you with talks of Egypt and sweeps you off your feet quite easily. It’s really only a matter of time before the two of you get together.

- That “time” comes one day as you’re both sitting all alone. The room is dark and warmly lit and you’re sitting so close that his knees are touching yours. His hands hold yours as he speaks quietly to you and your face is leaned in close so that you can hear him.

- And then it just happens, your faces close in and you kiss, his grasp tightening around your hands.

- You’re interrupted by one of the others, most likely Larry who quickly apologizes and mentions something about the sun coming up before leaving the two of you be. Ahkmenrah turns back to you, saying something along the lines of “so we must once again say goodbye” with a small smile.

“It would appear so.” You respond, though you’re hesitant to move from your place. But alas, the sun has to rise and you have to go home.

“Tomorrow then,” He smiles at you, giving your hand one last squeeze. “...My queen.”

- You leave that morning, eager for the daylight to go and for you to be reunited with your newfound lover once more.

- Ahkmenrahs from ancient Egypt so I’m sure he isn’t particularly accustomed to “normal” Pda. That being said, he is somewhat dorky and practically has an entire hall to himself so he either just gives you innocent pda or the two of you go to his exhibit; and not have to worry about anyone seeing you.

- He’s been locked up in a sarcophagus for about fifty years; or more, so he’s arguably a bit touch starved. He’s always trying to touch you in some way and absolutely loves it whenever you touch him.

- He likes holding both your hands in his, occasionally bringing one of them to his lips. He just likes touching your hands in general if we’re being honest.

- Gentle caresses. He’s in love, leave him alone.

- Forehead and cheek kisses. He likes prolonging the amount of time his lips spend on your skin; a normal prolonged amount of time of course.

- Long, soft kisses.

- Loving makeout sessions. His hands roam your back and pull you in as close as they can whenever you have one.

- He likes laying between your legs and/or resting his head in your lap.

- Cuddling with your arms wrapped around each other and your head resting against his shoulder. He likes laying and talking with you, playing with the fingers that lay on his chest.

- Having his robes draped over and around you.

- He likes having you with him at all times, both because he’s protective of you and because he can’t bear to be away from you for more than a few hours.

- You’ll usually hang back and cling to his arm whenever you’re standing together. He likes feeling your presence at his side and the light grip you have on him.

- A bit clingy. He only gets to see you at night and has been alone for quite some time, of course he’s gonna want to be around you as much as possible.

- He always gets somewhat flustered when you give him gifts; particularly sweet things like flowers. You would have sworn you’d given him your underwear with the way he smiles and blushes in response.

- Ahkmenrah was the favorite son so he was a bit spoiled as a child. That being said, he’s surprisingly humble and sweet for a pharaoh that was given the best of everything.

- He’s probably teared up a little because of you at some point, whether it be your actions or just the fact that you’re there with him. He can get a bit emotional at times.

- Dancing together. We all saw how beautifully that man can move.

- Sneaking him out every once in a while. He really likes your apartment; even if you’re sort of embarrassed because he’s a literal pharaoh and lived in a temple when he was alive.

- Movie dates. They’re the easiest thing to do with him and he’s missed out on pretty much all of them so he’s got a lot of catching up to do.

- Listening to music together.

- Considering his time at Cambridge and just the way he is, he may or may not wax poetic about or at you on occasion. He gets a little embarrassed when he realizes that he’s doing it but it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard/seen.

- Compliments and lots of them; usually paired with a term of endearment.

- He uses a lot of pet names on you, usually somewhat old fashioned ones. My dear, my sun, my queen, etc.

- He’s the cutest when posing for photos. He tries to look all regal in the beginning but it quickly dissolves into the adorable dorkiness that you know so well.

- The boy is lovestruck. He could sit and watch you do nothing with this look of unwavering love on his face for hours. Need to do some work? Thats totally fine. He’ll just sit there and love you.

- Please let him braid your hair. There’s just something that’s so relaxing and sweet about it to him.

- He has a hard time saying no to you. You’re his queen after all, you should have everything you could ever dream of; and he’s just too sweet to deny nearly anyone.

- Polite and respectful, Ahkmenrah is a gentleman with incredibly good manners. You’ll never be disappointed in his behavior.

- Helping Larry and him take care of the museum and tablet.

- Teaching him about all he’s missed.

- Always having a translator. He certainly comes in handy when you’re traveling around the museum and run into some “hostile” exhibits.

- Getting quietly and excitedly told a bunch of stories. He’s always so adorably eager to tell you about his life; whether it be about Ancient Egypt or more present times.

- He wants to introduce you to his parents so badly; though he’s somewhat embarrassed by them. Maybe you’ll transfer to the London museum for a bit?

- Getting bragged about. He always makes you sound cooler than you really are, though in your case, that’s just how he sees you.

- Stopping him from making morbid comments; oftentimes at the wrong time, or just giving him a look. He’s got a sort of different view on what’s exactly an acceptable thing to say.

“Too dark?”

- Sharing looks and making comments to each other.

- He’s always so gentle and caring with you; especially when you’re hurt or upset. He prides himself on being by your side and taking care of you.

- He’s a fairly patient person; especially with you. I mean, he’s had to wait a lot more than a few years to be let out of his sarcophagus so one can assume that he’d be good at that sort of thing.

- He’s not a terribly jealous person. Arguably, if you choose to be in a difficult relationship with a mummy, then you obviously want that relationship, right? He’s loyal and he expects you to be as well; that’s how it was in his times.

- That being said: if someone shows interest in you then he’ll get a bit jealous; though he’ll save his real jealousy for when he gets to see how you respond to them and how they respond to him making it known that you’re together.

- The museum can certainly get a bit dangerous at times; and he can only be there for you when you’re there, so of course he’ll be protective of and worry about you. He looks out for you and tells you to be careful every time you’re saying goodbye.

- The two of you hardly ever fight or argue, you’re just compatible with each other; and you rarely have the time to do so anyway. Plus, your pharaoh doesn’t have a mean bone in his body and lives to please you, so why would he try to fight with you?

- If he’s somehow done something; which is highly unlikely, he’ll apologize the minute that he realizes he’s upset you or thinks that he has. He’ll give you space if you want or need it and welcomes you back with open arms when you’re ready.

- If you’ve upset him then he’ll do his best to give you the silent treatment and act professional with you; not quite cold but not loving like he usually is. He’ll do so until you apologize and he cracks, shyly accepting your apology and reverting back to his sweet self.

- Lots of I love yous. You’re his queen, what do you expect?

- Your relationship is certainly going to be a bit challenging, but the happiness and love you feel with each other is worth it.

#ahkmenrah imagine #ahkmenrah headcanons #ahkmenrah headcanon #ahkmenrah imagines #night at the museum imagine #night at the museum headcanon #night at the museum imagines #night at the museum headcanons #early 2000s movie headcanon #early 2000s movie headcanons #early 2000s movie imagine #early 2000s movie imagines #rami malek imagine

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pepamadrigalbrainrot · 2 years

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Okay so I've been thinking about this.

I've seen people's headcanons that the weather gets very humid when Pepa is *ahem* getting it on. But can you imagine how fun it would be as her spouse to mess with her?

Félix wakes up to Pepa's bedroom eyes at the breakfast table but chooses to play dumb and have a little fun instead.

The sun is just starting to come up on a naturally warm day, so no one notices that such high humidity this early in the day is just a little unusual.

"You have a little food right here, right in the corner of your mouth, just let me...there we go."

"Are you alright, my love? You're looking a little warm."

Pepa is sweating but can't say anything about it because the whole family is right there at the breakfast table.

Félix spends the day sneaking little touches that can still be brushed off as innocent or accidental. Pepa thinks he's just being unusually clueless about her advances, because she's never known her husband not to want to enjoy one of her amorous moods.

He wraps an arm around her waist and lets his hand wander just a bit too low before recovering like nothing happened.

He leans in to whisper something in her ear, making sure he's close enough that his lips brush against her.

"You're looking very tense." Cue a *completely oblivious* shoulder massage that almost makes Pepa lose it.

The rest of the family is complaining about how hot the day has turned out to be. They all take opportunities to hide in their rooms between chores because their own rooms are climate controlled according to their personal preferences. Everyone is starting to get headaches from the atmospheric pressure building. Isabela and Mirabel take refuge in Luisa's room because she runs hot so her room naturally stays cooler.

This gives Felix even more freedom to tease, since none of the kids are to be seen for most of the day.

Julieta is the only person who's onto what Félix is doing, and only because she knows her sister so well.

Otherwise Félix is so smooth even his wife isn't 100% sure that he's doing this on purpose. Everytime she tries to make an advance on him he deflects her perfectly.

"Félix, I might go take a nap. I'm awfully tired." "You're looking so flushed my love. You never nap in the middle of the day. Do I need to call Julieta?" "...nevermind."

Dinner is a nightmare. Everyone is sweating so badly that their appetites are practically non-existent. They are chugging water and the other drinks sit untouched because everyone is too parched for wine or coffee or anything else.

Félix, on the other hand, seems perfectly fine. In fact, he has oh so innocently laid a hand on Pepa's knee.

"My god, there must be a storm coming. This humidity is unbearable."

Julieta: ರ_ರ

Félix's hand starts creeping higher, casually tracing fingers up her inner thigh.

Finally Pepa starts to realize what's going on, and suddenly there's an ominous thundercloud as she glares daggers at Félix, who just smiles at her.

Dinner is cut short because no one can handle sitting there anymore. They just want to take cold showers and hide in their rooms for the rest of the night.

Pepa practically drags Félix to their room.

A little while later the clouds burst and the Encanto experiences the hardest rain they've had in quite some time. The humidity lets up and everyone breathes a sigh of relief, except for Julieta who is just shaking her head.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #pepa x felix #if someone wants to write this be my guest #i would love to read it #but I'm way to gay to write straight sex properly #or straight anything for that matter #hence the bullet list #i just had to get this out of my head

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chanheeinc · 3 years

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Love in a Slide (Juyeon One Shot)

Description: A Spin-off One Shot from THIS reaction post!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1431

You have known Juyeon since you two were 6, he stole your snack at lunch and you hated his guts until you were 16. Some say a ten year grudge is a little much, you say the jerk should have kept his hands to himself. He has since bought you many snacks, and stayed by your side no matter what. You two are together so often, your parents ask where he is if he didn’t come home with you that day or you didn’t go to his. After he debuted, you figured you wouldn’t see him anymore, but he makes sure to facetime you every night and ask how your day went. Most days you ask how his went, unless you could see how upset he was about something. The first time you noticed Juyeon’s sad eyes is when you started dating a guy on the soccer team in highschool. You at the time assumed it was because he was too busy with training that he didn’t have time for the sport and that made him upset. You never got used to how gloomy he would be when your boyfriend was around, so you broke up with him. You told Juyeon it was because he refused to open the door for you, he thought the reason was funny and smiled again for the first time in a long time. Now when you see Juyeon’s sad eyes, you tell him a story of your clumsy adventures for the day, making him smile. Last night he called you with new sad eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked before you could even register the words leaving your mouth.

“What do you mean? I’m just a bit tired,do I look bad?” Juyeon rubbed his face.

“Honestly? You look a little rough buddy,” You tell him. “ When is your break?”

“Next week, we get two days off.”

“Come over to mine then! All of you, we can have a staycation!” You say enthusiastically.

Juyeon agrees that a staycation seems fun, The Boyz members all text you how excited they are to come. Your apartment lets you set up tents on the tennis court, since no one uses it anyways. You get camp foods and drinks, determined to make your friends have a good time, you spend your whole check on everything. By the time you get done stringing up lights, setting up the grill, and filling the coolers, The Boyz arrive with gifts in hand. You sprint to hug them, it has been about a year since you were next to Juyeon physically. Sangyeon ruffles your hair, Eric jumps in your arms, Hyunjae high-fives you, and Jacob hugs you tightly. Juyeon isn’t to be seen, you turn to ask where he is and met Juyeon’s eyes. He is squinting at you.

“Did you not see me?” He asks.

“Not even a little, how long have you been there?” You wrap your arms around him, bringing him into a hug. You rest your head on his chest as his arms snake around you.

“I got here first, maybe if you weren’t so entranced by Sangyeon you would have seen me.” You laugh at him and look up to see he isn’t smiling, odd.

“I guess I was just too excited to see everyone, sorry JuJu, don’t worry you are still my number one.” You see him smile slightly at that.

You grab Juyeon’s hand and skip to the campsite, The Boyz have already made themselves comfortable in the lawn chairs you set out. They all begin to talk about what has been going on since they last saw you. Changmin shows you pictures of his Chucky doll, Chanhee begs you to let him live with you, Sunwoo rests his head on your shoulder dramatically. Juyeon continues to hold your hand, not saying much. After Sangyeon tells some stories of everyone and Younghoon successfully falls over the lowered net about five times, it has gotten dark. You all enjoy a meal of grilled meat and down several drinks. After the dinner Kevin stands up and loudly asks to play Hide n Seek. You all eagerly agree, choosing Sangyeon to be it first. After four rounds you find yourself running for your life to the playground close to the Tennis Court, Juyeon deciding to join you like he has done for the previous rounds. This was always how you and he wound up playing games for school trips, never leaving each other’s side, you guess things haven’t changed much. You go through the bottom part of the slide, your legs being the only strong part about you so they can hold you up. Juyeon slides halfway down the entrance, his face inches from yours. You didn’t think anything of it, you’ve shared a bed with him several times, even a sleeping bag. You were so focused on listening for footsteps that you didn’t feel Juyeon’s eyes burning a hole in you. You finally glance at him to be startled by his serious face. Juyeon always gets serious around you when he has been drinking, something you forgot since you haven’t seen him in a while. His eyes flicker down for a second then back up, your heart pounding in your ears.

“I don’t think Jacob will find us for a while.” You say, voice cracking lightly..

“Hm?” Juyeon says.

“I said,” You begin to repeat yourself, Juyeon moving slightly closer to you, eyes looking lower again, you gulp.

“Jacob, not finding.” You sound like a caveman, Juyeon isn’t really listening anyways.

His face is close to yours, usually one of the two of you would jokingly make a fake vomit noise, but not tonight. He was inching closer to you, no room left. A second away from-

"Found you two!" Says Jacob.

You snap out of the daze the slide puts you in, Juyeon disappearing afterwards. The Boyz are tired from running around and all decide to crash, moving to their respected tents. You only bought four, three to a room. Jacob was supposed to share the tent with you and Juyeon, but he heads towards Kevin’s tent.

“Cobie, you're in my tent.” You stop him.

“I know, but since you haven't seen Juyeon in a while, I’ll give you two alone time.” Jacob smiles.

You thank him and help carry his things into the now crowded tent of Kevin, Eric, and Hyunjae. You unzip your tent to see Juyeon laying on his back. You flop down next to him, taking his hand. He hesitates to hold it, the first time that he has ever done so. You glance at him, his sad eyes are showing.

“The stars look lovely tonight.” You jokingly say looking up at the tents ceiling.

“I’m in love with you.” Juyeon says.

Your head turns so fast to look at him you hear it pop. His eyes are closed but you can see tears falling out of them. You sit up, letting go of Juyeon’s hand. “I Love you,” you’ve heard a million times, but “I’m in love with you,” is a new one. You grab the tissues you brought, dabbing the tears away from Juyeon’s eyes. You were close to his face again, just like in the slide. You don’t know if you love him or in love with him, you have never known. You always felt happy when he was around, you even liked when he hated your high school boyfriend, though you were unsure why. Maybe you are in love with him, maybe you’re selfish and just want him to love you.

“Are you sure?” You ask after a few minutes of silence, a dumb question but the only thing you can think of.

“Positive.” His voice cracks.

“For how long?” At this point you are stalling to make up your mind.

“I don’t know how long I’ve been in love, but I’ve had a crush on you since we were six. That’s why I stole your snack.” His eyes close harder, like that stops the tears and not pushes them out.

You laugh. Confused, he opens his eyes, tears falling even more rapidly. You cover your mouth, wiping away his tears. All of these emotions begin at a lunch time snack. You didn’t need any more time. You lean down and kiss him, he instantly kisses back. A thousand sparks shoot off through your body, he grabs you and pulls you closer. You pull away and rest your head on his chest, you can hear his rapid heartbeat. He lays his hand on your back, holding you close.

#the boyz #lee juyeon #juyeon #the boyz x reader #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz angst #the boyz au #the boyz oneshots #thbz

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silhouetteofacedar · 3 years

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Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic Ch.3: Jesus Is A Pisces

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

Mulder has forgotten Scully’s birthday every year but one. Actually, make that two now, since this year he’s determined to make the day special for her somehow. He’d asked her casually what her plans were, and she admitted that outside of a lunch with her mother and some church friends on Sunday the 22nd, she didn’t really have any intention to celebrate.

“It’s been a rough couple months,” she’d explained softly, and that’s all he needed to hear. She’d gained and then buried a daughter within a few days’ time over Christmas, for fuck’s sake. He didn’t know how she managed to stay sane after that, and if he thought about it for too long the waves of powerlessness and guilt that rolled over him were debilitating.

So instead he focused on what he could do.

“You wanna do something after work on Monday? I promise to be as un-festive as possible,” he offered.

She looked uncertain, licked her lip. “Just us?” she asked.

“Just you and me,” Mulder assured her, the words giving him a tiny, shameful thrill.

She was quiet for a moment. “Sure,” she said finally.

Come Monday, February 23rd, it’s business as usual in the basement office. They finalize their reports from the previous week’s case, wrangle their receipts, argue over who broke the stapler (It was him, she insists; while he claims she jammed the staples in and made it impossible to use properly).

At three minutes to five o’clock, she clears her throat softly as she gathers her things, and he can feel her preparing to speak.

“Yeah, Scully?” he murmurs.

“We still on for tonight?” she asks, sounding almost cautious, and his heart fractures.

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he confirms, leafing through a file. “Be sure to bundle up.” He looks up at her and gives her a reassuring grin.

She looks happy and… relieved? Huh.

“Well, I’ll see you then,” she says, shrugging on her coat as she leaves.

Mulder smiles at the door as it clicks shut behind her. He’s unusually giddy about what he has planned for the evening.

Over the weekend he had gone to the grocery store since his refrigerator was barren, then camped out in his building’s laundry room all day Sunday washing every blanket he owned. He even stopped at the little bakery around the corner from his apartment, purchasing a single chocolate cupcake and a loaf of rye bread.

After work he packs his car with a cooler, a duffel bag, a large thermos of coffee, and a pile of blankets.

He’s surprised to see that she’s waiting for him on the steps of her apartment, wearing a heavy jacket and thick turtleneck sweater.

“I got too hot wearing all this inside,” she explains, climbing into the passenger seat. She seems almost excited, and he strangely wants to cry. God, he’s so fucking glad he had the balls to invite her out again.

“Where are we going, Mulder?” Scully asks.

“It’s a surprise,” he replies.

Seven minutes and three wrong turns later, he reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out the map, handing it to her. “Rock Creek Park, please, Navigator,” he says.

“Aha! I thought the route we were taking seemed… circuitous,” Scully says with a smirk, unfolding the map.

“Just tell me where to go; I don’t need a running commentary,” he gripes, secretly relishing her needling.

In about twenty minutes, they arrive at the park’s nature center. Mulder pulls into the lot next to the field across the road and cuts the engine.

“We’re here?” Scully asks, looking around. “It’s deserted. Mulder, please don’t tell me we’re ghost hunting,”

“Ghosts? No,” he says, climbing out of the car and going around to the trunk. “Help me with some stuff?”

Scully comes around to the back of the car, where Mulder hands her the cooler and thermos. He slings the duffel bag over his shoulder and gathers up the pile of blankets. “Close the trunk, will you, Scully?” he says, walking towards the field. “My arms are full.”

They trudge out to the middle of the field, cold winter air biting their cheeks. Mulder stops abruptly and drops the blankets onto the ground in a heap.

“We’re here,” he announces, setting down the duffel bag. He picks up a heavy wool blanket and spreads it out on the grass.

Scully sits down on the blanket, cooler and thermos beside her. “What exactly are we doing out here, Mulder?” she asks.

“Well first, we eat,” he replies, reaching for the cooler. He opens it and pulls out two waxed-paper parcels, handing one to her. “Pastrami on rye,” he announces. “I went a little crazy with the mustard on one of them, we can trade if you want.”

“You made these?” she asks, unwrapping the sandwich and taking a bite. “Oh my god,” she groans. “Mulder, you’ve been holding out on me. This is delicious.”

The satisfaction in her voice makes him flush. “It’s pretty hard to mess up pastrami.”

“True,” she agrees, “but I was starting to doubt you could even make food. Your refrigerator is usually pretty sparse.”

Mulder shrugs, opening the thermos of coffee and pouring her a cup. “Cooking for one doesn’t hold much appeal,” he explains.

“Mm,” she agrees around a mouthful of sandwich, taking the proffered cup. “So Mulder, tell me; is there a reason we’re having a picnic in the dark?” She eyes the duffel bag beside him suspiciously.

“I’m glad you asked,” he replies, unzipping the bag and pulling out a tripod. “You know anything about constellations, Scully?”

It’s a rhetorical question, of course. He already knows.

“A thing or two,” she replies casually, clearly attempting to hide the smile sneaking across her mouth as she eats.

“Well that’s good, seeing as I lugged this telescope and a star map all the way out here,” he says, pulling the telescope case out of the bag.

Scully is enraptured, and Mulder thinks this might be the best thing he’s ever done for anyone.

“I haven’t done this in years,” she says, peering through the eyepiece as she adjusts the telescope’s position. “Not since…”

She doesn’t finish her sentence, but she doesn’t have to. He remembers her telling him once, on a long car ride to some anonymous, unremarkable town, about stargazing with her father when she was a child. Captain Ahab and his Starbuck, navigating the night skies by way of celestial markers.

The temperature’s dropping, and Mulder drapes the ratty tribal weave blanket from his couch around her shoulders as she searches the heavens.

“You want a turn?” she asks, drawing back from the telescope for a moment.

He shakes his head, plops down on the blanket and gazes at her instead.

They could be astronauts together, sailors of the stars. Dropping anchor in pools of the Milky Way, swimming through constellations and running their fingers through glittering strands of nebulae.

“I’m good,” he replies softly.

“Mulder?” Scully says from under a pile of blankets.

They’re lying on their backs now, side by side, eyes on the sky. Waiting for a meteor, or a passing satellite, or for God to wave hello.

“Yeah, Scully?”

“Do you give any credence to astrology, or is that too close to religion for you?”

“I appreciate its historical and cultural significance,” he replies. “Beyond that, I can’t say I have much of an opinion on it. Aren’t you a Pisces?” he asks, as though he doesn’t already know that she is, and that he’s a Libra, and that the shitty magazine he picked up in the dentist’s office says they’d be a tumultuous but passionate match. Not that he gives horoscopes any weight.

Passionate, though…

“I am. And I’m inclined to agree with you, though astrology’s link with early Christianity is fascinating. For example, did you know that Jesus is linked to Pisces? His birth coincides with the dawning of the astrological Age of Pisces, which spans from 1 AD to the year 2150. There are many scriptural references to fishermen, and early Christians used the fish symbol as a sign of their faith.”

“Huh,” he says, tucking a blanket more tightly around his shoulders.

“I don’t believe that the stars dictate my temperament, by the way,” Scully continues. “But there’s something beautiful about having a constellation in the sky that corresponds with your own birth. Missy knew more about this stuff,” she say wistfully. “She’d read me my horoscope every morning before school while we brushed our hair or whatever, in the bathroom where Mom couldn’t hear. It was fun,” she says with a sigh.

“Do you think she’s out there, in the stars?” Mulder asks and immediately regrets it. He didn’t mean the question to sound flippant.

Scully takes it in stride. “Is it crazy if I say maybe? There’s… there’s things I’ve seen and heard, Mulder, that I can’t explain. Who am I to say how God operates? Maybe He’s laid the stars out like a map for us to read. That’s probably wishful thinking, but life would be a hell of a lot simpler if everything was dictated by heavenly bodies.”

“Better that than by governing bodies,” Mulder agrees.

Their eyes drift along the razor-sharp curves of the crescent moon.

“My mom wants to set me up with one of her church friends’ sons,” Scully says without preamble.

“Huh,” Mulder replies, tracing Orion with his eyes. “Let me guess; he’s a dentist.”

“Emergency physician, actually,” she replies. “He’s nice.”

Mulder suddenly feels the weight of gravity pressing him down to earth. He can feel the rotation of the planet under his back, spinning him at a thousand miles an hour. “You’ve met him?” he asks.

“Yesterday, at lunch,” Scully replies. “He’s a widower, with a six-year-old daughter. I think… I think my mom thinks we could help each other.”

Mulder’s stomach churns, a facsimile of seasickness rolling through his body. “What do you think?” he asks, voice oddly hoarse. “Do you… agree with her?”

Scully pulls the blanket higher under her chin and sighs. “I don’t know, Mulder. I’m thirty-four today, and my career runs my life. I’m not sure how many chances at a family will come my way in the future. It’s not ideal, but maybe I’m past the point of getting to choose.” She pauses. “I’m sorry, I’m being fatalistic.”

Despite the near-freezing temperature, he’s got a cold sweat forming on his back. “You can always choose, Scully. As far as I see it. It’s-it’s important to me that you know that.”

She rolls onto her side, snaking a hand out of the blanket to prop herself up on her elbow beside him. “Mulder, I know you blame yourself for the things that have happened to me. But they’re not your fault.” He opens his mouth and she interrupts him before he can speak. “Don’t argue with me. It’s my birthday.”

He’s grateful for a change of subject. “That reminds me,” he says, sitting up and reaching over to open the cooler.

He pulls out a small pink bakery box and opens it to remove a single chocolate cupcake with a candle stuck in the middle. He digs a lighter out of his coat pocket and gives it a flick, igniting the candle.

“Happy birthday, Scully,” he says sheepishly, holding out the cupcake.

The single flame shimmers in her eyes as she takes the dessert. “Mulder,” she says softly, in a tone that makes his heart turn to liquid. “I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”

“Just make a wish and blow the candle out before the wind does it for you,” he replies. There’s only a bit of a breeze but he’s not taking any chances. She deserves a wish.

Her eyes fall closed, and she sighs contentedly, no doubt formulating her request. Suddenly she opens her eyes and locks her gaze with his over the flickering candle, and Mulder feels a thousand words rumbling in him like an approaching avalanche.

Before he can say anything she purses her lips and extinguishes the lone flame with a breath.

She pulls the candle out of the cupcake and pops the end into her mouth, licking off chocolate frosting, and Mulder thinks he might die right there on a blanket in Rock Creek Park. He’s been so good, keeping his feelings to himself, but in this moment his only thoughts are that he loves her and wants her; no, needs her. He needs to touch her, taste the icing on her lips, map the constellations of freckles hiding beneath her sweater. Shake the winter chill out of his bones, letting the flames of her red hair lick across his skin and light his whole body on fire.

She’s saying something to him, biting into the cupcake, chocolate crumbs falling onto the blanket.

“Hm?” he asks, returning to terra firma.

“I asked if you wanted a bite,” she reiterates.

Yes, his body responds. Please please please-

“It’s yours,” he says as a declination.

“Therefore it’s mine to share,” she declares. She holds it out to him, and his stomach flutters as he leans in and takes a bite. He thinks of his parents’ faded wedding photos, of them feeding each other cake in black and white.

Don’t date the doctor guy, he pleads silently as he chews. Stay with me. Show me galaxies.

She falls asleep on the car ride home with one of his blankets tucked around her, the car’s heater cranked all the way up. When he parks in front of her building she stirs, likely awoken by the sudden cessation of warm air on her feet.

“Scully,” Mulder says softly, “We’re home.”

“Mmm,” she responds. “What time is it?”

“Almost eleven,” he answers, glancing at his watch. “Can you walk or should I carry you up?” The question feels faintly suggestive, and he’s only being so bold because she’s drowsy and likely not registering the subtext.

“I can walk,” she says, sitting up and removing the blanket. Her hair is a fuzzy red halo in the glow of the streetlights.

“I’ll go with you,” he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Make sure you don’t pass out on your way up.”

“Thanks,” she yawns. “I don’t know why car rides make me so drowsy,” she says. “It’s like I’m five years old again.”

“Or it’s hypothermia,” Mulder suggests jokingly. “It got pretty damn cold out there.”

“Winter night picnics aren’t the most practical, it’s true,” she says. “But the blankets and coffee were a good idea.”

When they reach Scully’s apartment door she turns to face him. “Thank you for this,” she says, voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t realize how much I needed it.”

He smiles softly at her. “Happy birthday,” he replies.

He’s mentally debating giving her a hug when she reaches out and pulls him in gently, arms looped around his waist. He wraps his arms around her and drops a light kiss to the crown of her head.

It’s over way too soon.

“Goodnight,” she says. “See you tomorrow.”

If he says anything else to her before she slips into the apartment and closes the door, he doesn’t remember it. His feet are firmly on the ground, carrying him out of her apartment building and back to his car, but his head is far above the atmosphere, adrift in space.

He’s so in love he feels as though he’s running out of air.

#my fic #msr #txf fic #xfiles #fox mulder closet romantic #FMCR #I love this chapter okay fight me #Scully’s birthday #stargazing and shit

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ghostadventuresstuff · 3 years

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Zak Bagans x Reader (Request)

Requested by @gacbabe45

ZAK

‘Dude are you okay? What’s wrong? Are you feeling ill?’ Aaron asks, firing off question after question aimed at me from the passenger seat of my car.

Had my actions really been that noticeable? There was something wrong with me, I was conflicted about my feelings for one of my best friends. On the one hand, I wanted to confess, but on the other hand, I didn’t want to ruin a good friendship. y/n l/n had been my best friend for over twenty years, I was in love with them, but with my infamous reputation was I really capable of love?

‘I’m going to take a stab in the dark and say you’re thinking about y/n, and not just about the housewarming, but maybe how you’re finally ready to confess your feelings,’ Aaron speaks up since I was being silent.

I move my eyes from the road to Aaron, ‘what do I do?’

Aaron grins, ‘why the sudden urge?’

I sigh loudly, ‘it’s stupid. We both went to a family friends party the other week and y/n looked drop-dead gorgeous. Lots of men had their eyes on y/n and I was jealous. From that night I swore I’d be the only man romantically in y/n’s life. They stayed by my side the whole night because the attention made them uncomfortable.’

Aaron hums to himself, ‘dude I’ve never seen you this lovestruck before. If I was you I’d tell y/n how I feel. Trust your gut, do it tonight.’

I was still conflicted as we pull up outside y/n’s new home. Aaron goes ahead of me leaving me to compose myself. I pick up my phone and smile at my lock screen because y/n had taken my phone the other week and changed the lock screen to be a goofy photo of them. Little things we did when together had people assuming we were together and neither of us denied it. I needed to find out if y/n’s feelings were mutual.

Y/N

‘Ash can I tell you something in private?’ you ask your close friend, who detaches herself from Jay and shoos him out of the kitchen to mingle with the other guests.

You’d met Ash when she joined the Ghost Adventures crew as a photographer and you were the lead researcher and had bonded over a mutual love of photography. Ash jumps up onto the counter nearest to you.

‘You can tell me anything y/n?’ she answers.

You lean in towards her just in case anyone was eavesdropping and keep your voice low, ‘the other week Zak and I went to a party and I don’t know what overcame me but I found myself thinking about Zak as more than just friends. I’ve liked him for a while but that night cemented my true feelings. A lot of guys were eyeing me up and Zak shielded me from them.’

Ash giggles, ‘you have it bad for Mr darkness himself. The two of you would be perfect together, you know each other, every dirty and dark little secret. Plus you can’t deny that the two of you act like a couple in public. You two are the most oblivious people any of us know.’

You feel your cheeks burn at Ash’s accusations and observations. You and Zak weren’t subtle, but you put it down all these years to just being really close friends. Maybe Zak had similar feelings, Ash had pretty much told you so. Would this ruin your friendship? You had a lot to think over and a lot of drinks to help you work up some courage.

‘The party can finally begin!’ Aaron calls out cheerfully, entering the kitchen.

Ash rolls her eyes and gets off the counter to go and find Jay, ‘the party began when I arrived Goodwin,’ she snorts.

Aaron pouts like a child as Ash pushes past him playfully. You walk over to your friend and hug him, ‘ignore her Aaron.’

Aaron hugs you back, ‘this is why you’re my favourite y/n.’

Zak clears his throat behind Aaron, ‘I thought I was your favourite Aaron.’

Aaron jumps a little and pulls away from you, ‘dude one day you’re going to give me a heart attack. y/n is now my number one.’

Aaron reaches around you and grabs a beer from the cooler on top of the counter, pops the cap, and leaves the kitchen to find the others leaving you alone with Zak.

‘Welcome to my humble abode Mr Bagans, make yourself at home.’

Zak smiles, ‘oh you’re going to regret that invite y/n. I’ll have myself a spare key before the end of the party.’

You laugh, ‘challenge accepted Bagans.’

TIME SKIP

ZAK

It was getting late, quite a few drinks had been drunk and jokes had been shared. Aaron suggested a game of truth or dare and like the big kids we all were, we said yes. Billy, his partner, Jay, Ash, Aaron and y/n sit down in the lounge while I sit down opposite y/n. We made the rule that if you refused to answer the truth you had to take a shot.

It didn’t take people too long to refuse to answer truths, so shots were taken and even my head was starting to feel groggy, but I managed to keep my eyes on y/n the whole time while they never took their eyes off me.

After a shot, Billy spins the bottle and it lands on y/n who chooses dare. Billy rubs his hands together, sharing a look with the others around the circle like they were all in on something.

‘y/n I dare you to kiss the person you have a crush on,’ Billy states, words a little slurred.

y/n nods their head and gets up on their knees before leaning over the bottle in the middle and crashes their lips down on mine without any hesitation, taking not only me by surprise but the whole circle. I kiss y/n back, holding their chin in place not wanting to lose the taste of their lips, while our friends erupt into cheers around us.

Once y/n pulls away and sits back down in their spot I take a deep breath, ‘y/n will you go out with me?’

y/n nods, ‘yes I will.’

More cheers and congratulations erupt amongst the circle. I guess I had nothing to worry about, y/n felt the same way and had said yes to dating me. The game continues, before y/n excuses themselves and I follow after them into the kitchen.

y/n holds their hand out to me, and in their palm is a spare key, ‘you won the challenge Bagans.’

I throw my head back and laugh, ‘and I got the best prize of them all.’

y/n throws their arms around my shoulder and kisses me again, this was a feeling I could get very used to as I kiss them back. When everyone sobered up y/n and I would receive hell off our friends for taking out sweet time getting together.

#Ghost Adventures #ghost adventures fanfiction #ghost adventures imagine #ghost adventures fandom #ghost adventures preferences #zak bagans #zak bagans fanfiction #zak bagans imagine #zak bagans imagines #zak bagans preferences #imagine #imagines #imagine blog #imagines blog #fanfiction #fanfiction blog #paranormal #ghosts #supernatural

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makayla-angelic · 3 years

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Helsaween-Week 1-Harvest

Summary: The 1st graders of Arendelle Elementary are going on a Halloween trick or treating at a local pumpkin patch! Hans is excited to go, mostly because he can’t wait to spend time talking to Elsa, a fellow classmate he’s got a crush on. Hans is sure that Elsa likes him back, and he’s determined to impress her in any way he can.

Pumpkin Patch Happenings

One beautiful fall day at Arendelle Elementary, Ms. Simms burst into her classroom with exciting news.

“Guess what class?” she asked, with a smile on her face. “We’re going on a field trip this Halloween to a local pumpkin patch! And that’s not all, there will be games, stories, and trick or treating!”

“Yay!” shouted all the boys and girls. It sounded like fun to them, as they began talking excitedly to one another.

“I’m going to dress up as a monster,” said one boy.

“I’m going to dress up as a mermaid,” said one girl.

Hans tapped his pencil against his head. He didn’t know what he wanted to dress up as. He thought about dressing up as a monster too, but he did not want his other classmates to think he was playing copycat.

“I going to dress up as Cinderella,” said a girl named Elsa with a giggle.

Hans smiled at Elsa. He liked her and found her nice and pretty. But he was shy to talk to her. They had spoken a few times on the playground, but Hans was always so shy. Hans wondered if maybe Elsa liked him too. Maybe at the Halloween field trip they could play games together! Maybe he could win all the prizes, just for her.

Ms. Simms passed out little pieces of paper with the date and the location of the field trip. Everyone in the class couldn’t wait to go! Halloween was still a little over two weeks away, and to all the little boys and little girls in the class, it felt like forever. Hans couldn’t wait to go have fun and talk to Elsa.

When Hans got home, he told his parents excitedly about the field trip.

“That sounds like fun,” said his mother. “We can go get you a costume this Saturday, and see what you like.” Hans nodded his head. He wanted to find the right one.

So on Saturday, Hans woke up, and got dressed, ate breakfast, and Mom took him to the costume store. There were so many costumes to choose from! There were ghosts, goblins, monsters, spiders, orcs, and zombies. Hans walked past all of them and headed towards the back, where all the superheroes and warriors were. He took a knight costume complete with a sword and shield off the shelf.

“You don’t want to be a ghost or a goblin, Hans?” asked his mother. Hans shook his head no. He was too shy to say that he didn’t want to dress up as anything too scary for Elsa when he talked to her. He decided that being a knight would be cooler. So Hans’s mother bought the costume, and when they got home he hung it up on his closet door so that he could see it. He hoped no one else in his class would dress up as a knight.

Another week passed, and it was Saturday again. The day of the Halloween field trip had arrived! Hans could hardly wait. At last, evening was coming, and it was time to get ready. Hans put on his costume, and he and his parents set off to the pumpkin patch. By the time they arrived it was dark, and all the little boys and girls from his grade level were walking around with their parents, looking for their class teacher. Just then, Hans saw Elsa! She was walking up with her parents and younger sister. Elsa was dressed in a beautiful Cinderella costume and tiara that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight.

“Hi Hans,” said Elsa, waving to him.

“H-hello,” said Hans, waving back shyly.

“I like the knight costume,” said Elsa.

“Th-thanks,” said Hans. “I like yours too.”

Once everyone in Ms. Simms class was lined up, they all followed her to an area where they were going to play their first game. It was bobbing for apples, only a bit more modernized than usual. The apples floating in the water were plastic with a magnet piece on top, and there were little fishing rods with magnet ends on the bottom.

“First person who fishes out the most apples in one minute wins a prize,” said the man in the charge of the game.

“Only three at a time can go,” said Ms. Simms.

Elsa and two other girls were up first. “Ready, set, go!” cried the man, and he started the timer. Elsa and the other two girls rushed to get an apple on the end of their poles, yank it out, take it off, and go for another one. Hans, Ms. Simms, and everyone else cheered them on.

“Time’s up!” cried the man, one minute had gone by so fast!

“Pooey!” cried Elsa, for she did not win, her classmate dressed up as a fairy did. Hans felt sad for her. So, when it was his time to go, he was determined to win.

“Ready, set, go!” cried the man, and Hans and his other two classmates rushed to fish for the apples. When the minute was up, the man yelled to Hans, “You win!” And Hans was happy. The man gave him a little bag of toys as his prize.

When that game was over, Elsa was still feeling a little sad. Hans walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Here,” said Hans, giving her the bag. “Have my prize.”

“Really?” asked Elsa in surprise. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” said Hans.

Elsa grabbed the bag excitedly. “Thank you!” She said.

“You’re welcome,” said Hans with a smile.

The next game they played was bean bag toss. “Whoever scores the most points wins a candy apple.” said the game instructor.

Once again it was three to a station, for there were three bean bag toss boards. Hans and two other classmates were up first, and when the the instructor told them to ready, set, go, off they went, as fast as they could in one minute to make points. This time, Hans did not win, and he tried not to be sad about it. Elsa and two other classmates went up next, and this time, Elsa won! And just like Hans did, as they walked away to the next game, Elsa tapped Hans on the shoulder and he turned around.

“Here you go,” said Elsa, giving the treat to him. “I have candied apples at home.”

“Wow, thank you!” said Hans.

“You’re welcome,” said Elsa.

They played one-legged race, they played tug a war, and they played a guessing game. Hans and Elsa and everyone else were having so much fun! They shared gifts with each other and soon, they had quite the stash! After a long time of playing games, it was time for refreshments. Everyone ate delicious pumpkin spice snickerdoodles and drank fruit punch. Then they gathered around the campfire and listened to a man tell a scary story.

“This is a story about a man who’s house was haunted by a zombie’s foot!” said the storyteller. Hans, Elsa, and everyone else listened with wide eyes.

After storytelling, it was time for the final game of the night. The farmer led them into a giant barn.

“This is a game where everyone can win a prize!” he said. “There are bags of candy hidden around the barn. See how much you can find in five minutes! When time is up, come out and stand with your teacher.”

Hans, Elsa, and everyone else were excited to play the game of finding the candy.

“On your mark, get set, go!” cried the farmer, and all the children spread out in the barn to find the candy. They all laughed as they raced each other to different spots and grabbed candy before the other did. Before they knew it, the farmer was yelling, “One minute left!”

Elsa hurried to find the last bit of candy that was left. Suddenly, her and another classmate spotted a not so well hidden bag of candy on top of a block of hay, peeking out behind another one. Elsa and the boy both rushed and climbed onto the block of hay to reach the candy. Elsa was about to grab it, when suddenly, without warning, the boy pushed her! Elsa fell to the ground, and landed on her right wrist.

Hans, who had seen the boy push Elsa, he hurriedly rushed over and grabbed the boy by the back of his costume, and yanked him down. The boy, angry that Hans had pulled him down, pushed Hans, and Hans pushed him back.

“Hey, hey, hey! What’s going on here?” asked the farmer as he walked in with Ms. Simms and pulled them apart.

“He pushed Elsa,” said Hans, pointing at the boy.

“Is that true?” Ms. Simms demanded as she stood with her hands on her hips. “Answer me David.”

David just shook his head no.

“Is it true, Elsa?” asked Ms. Simms to Elsa, who was sitting on the ground, holding her wrist and crying. Elsa nodded her head yes.

And so Ms. Simms got David and Elsa’s parents.

“How dare you push a girl down!” cried David’s Mom as he scolded his son. “When we get home you’re going to take your bath and go right to bed. No candy for you tonight mister.” They made David apologize to Elsa, and then they marched him to the car.

“I don’t think it’s broken, but we’ll make an appointment to the doctor’s in the morning,” said Elsa’s Mom, as she looked at her daughters wrist. Hans felt so sorry for Elsa. He was mad that David was such a big fat meanie and pushed Elsa. Hans’s Mom and Dad were proud that Hans had stood up for Elsa.

There was one final activity to do, and then the Halloween field trip would be over. The farmer let all the little boys and girls go to the pumpkin patch and pick out a little pumpkin to take home! Elsa sat on the side. Her wrist was hurting and she didn’t feel like playing. So, Hans went out into the field, found the nicest, shiniest, and roundest pumpkin he could find, and presented it to Elsa. Elsa smiled and was happy.

“Thank you,” said Elsa. Then, she leaned forward and kissed Hans on the cheek!

Hans was surprised, and then he could feel his face turning as red as an apple.

“You’re welcome,” Hans managed to say.

At last, the field trip was over, and it was time to go home. Hans and Elsa walked side by side each other as they followed their parents to the car.

“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!” they sang as the full moon shone high overhead. The end.

I hope you all enjoy this short story!

#hans #elsa #helsa #helsaween

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When It’s Cold (7)

*I have a vague inclination of where this story is heading. I went into this without an ending in mind so we’re letting go of the wheel and seeing where it takes us.*

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After I showered and got changed I went downstairs. Felix had made an easy lunch of sandwiches and popcorn and set up the living room to play whatever movie I wanted to watch. I chose a nice comedy and sat down next to Felix.

Images of what we had done this morning still danced shamelessly in my head. How could Felix sit there so calmly? All we were doing was watching a movie, something we did quite frequently, and yet I couldn’t keep my thoughts straight. Even the slight touch of his thumb mindlessly stroking my arm was sending me into a tizzy.

I was hoping that after our escapades this morning that I would be cooler and more collected around Felix but it was ten times worse. I had gotten a taste and now it was all that I wanted. All I could think about. So again, how was it that Felix was sitting there so calmly? How was he not as infuriatingly turned on and jittery as me?

I kept my focus on the movie and my mind moved away from anything dirty as I started laughing at the group of dinner party guests running about a huge mansion in a paranoid craze on the TV. I made a joke to Felix about how if we ever hosted a dinner party it would most likely end up just like this. Hopefully with better food since that entree looked like a creamy, lumpy mess.

“Naturally,” Felix said, “I mean what kind of dinner was that supposed to be? Barely an hors d'oeuvre, a bland soup, skipped salad and appetizer completely and then served a gross main course, then no one partook in dessert. It’s a complete disaster!”

“You seem very passionate about this.” I chuckled. “Is there a guide to big fancy dinners in those cookbooks of yours?”

“Yes actually,” He shrugged, a tint of pink in his cheeks, “I get bored easily so reading about dinner etiquette is a step up from nothing.”

“Oh, so you know a lot about big fancy dinners?”

“Am I to suspect that you want me to make you a big fancy dinner now?”

“Well why not? I’ll even take a bit off your plate and make dessert so you don’t have to.”

“So all I have to do is make the other five courses, is it?”

“Yes.”

“Does this mean you’ll dress up for me too? Since it is supposed to be such a fancy feast?”

“Want to see me in a dress?”

“That one Yvette was wearing would look very nice on you.”

“You mean the maid uniform with the short skirt and stiletto heels?”

“Or something,” He laughed as I hit him upside the head.

“Would you get dressed up too? I think you’d look rather nice in a suit.”

“I don’t know, those ties look awfully constricting.”

“Yet the bust that pushes my boobs up to my ears is less constricting?”

“Okay, how about this,” Felix pulled me into his lap, “You buy a nice dress that you like, I get to wear something comfortable, and one of these nights I’ll make you that big six course dinner.”

“Candlelight and rose petals too?” I teased.

“Don’t push it,”

“Fine, fine,” I kissed him.

I wouldn’t go on about how excited I was at the thought of having a grand dinner. Sometimes Felix flourished on meals but this was going to be a whole event. It even gave me an excuse to buy a pretty dress. Something I didn’t really need but secretly kinda longed for. I know that per our arrangement that Felix was going to be dressed more comfortably which no doubt meant casually but I still would have liked to see him in a suit. I’ve seen him in his Neverland clothes, I’ve seen him in modern era clothes, and I’ve even seen him naked at this point. Dress clothes were the only thing that was missing. Maybe I can cram him into a suit a different day.

We cleaned up from lunch and I decided that the day was still young, I was going to go into town and look at dresses. I wasn’t gonna buy anything but I was gonna peruse. Try some things on. Figure out what I like. Cause I’ve never had a need to buy a dress before, I certainly didn’t have the funds for it before. But now I had to find out what I liked and what looked good on me.

I rode into town on my bike and entered the clothes store Felix and I had gone to the day after we found the mansion. I headed over to the dresses and started looking at the different styles and colors they had. There were a lot of options and I wasn’t sure where to start. I decided to just grab whatever was my size and headed to the dressing room.

I have no idea how long I spent trying on dress after dress and contemplating how I looked in all of them. I didn’t like anything too tight or short and with any low cuts anywhere. Big bold patterns also weren’t really my style. I like the skirts that swished around me when I spun and hit near my knee. I know I said I didn’t like anything low cut but I was finding that I liked anything that showed off my shoulders and collarbones and if it happened to dip in the front a bit that was fine too.

If I got something off the shoulder though then I’d need a bra that could be worn strapless which were none of the comfy ones I had at home.

I put all the dresses back on the rack and made my way over to the underwear section. As I was looking for a good strapless bra, just in case I decided to get a strapless dress, I accidentally wandered into the lingerie section of the underwear. I had never understood the obsession with these flimsy things of satin and lace. I guess they were more for looks than practicality.

Would Felix like if I wore something like this?

I shook the thought from my head and dropped the panties back with the others. I need to get out of here before I fall into the horny mess I had just crawled out of. I left the store without buying anything and got back home. Felix was sitting in the dining room with three different cookbooks and a notepad spread before him as he scribbled down dinner ideas.

It was cute to see how seriously he was taking this dinner. I came up behind him and looped my arms around his neck. “How is the meal planning going?” I asked.

“Well enough. There are a lot of recipes in here and I’m having a bit of trouble organizing it all. I’ve already bookmarked five recipes just for soup that I have to choose from.”

“Want my help?”

“Thanks darling, here, look at these recipes and tell me which sounds best to you.” He slid the notepad over to me.

“Hungarian Mushroom Soup,” I circled it, “Sounds different and like I might like it. I know you also really like mushrooms so how about that?”

“Mushroom soup it is.” Felix flipped the page over, “And now I have about a dozen ideas for appetizers.”

“Oh dear,” I laughed. I sat down next to him as we filed through recipe after recipe. We had to call a quits as it got late and we needed to get dinner for tonight. We decided to order out and Felix left to pick up some pizza. We didn’t trust anyone to deliver to us since we were still worried that someone would force us out of the mansion if they found out we had commandeered it.

The house felt entirely too big without Felix around. That was expected since it was a huge mansion but still. Without Felix then it was just me in a big house with nothing to do and no one to talk to. I went to the window and looked at the sky. It was quickly growing dark and I could see stars start to peep out as the sun set. I found the star that lead back to Neverland. My time as a Lost Girl seemed so far away now.

I wonder how much Felix misses Neverland. I know we talked and he said that he would stay with me whether I chose to go back to Neverland or not if the choice was given. But that didn’t mean that he still didn’t miss it. Neverland had been his home for years. Then he gave it all up because I asked him to follow me.

I will forever be thankful that Felix came with me. I don’t know if I could have survived this world with my sanity if he hadn’t been along. It was in these moments when I was alone in this house and it was so painfully quiet that I came upon a realization. I like quiet but I do not like silence. I enjoy being left alone but I do not enjoy solitude. This house, this mansion, as grand a blessing it may be, would be just as cold and harsh as the forest if I didn’t know that Felix also resided within.

It is such a strange thing to be so attached to someone. I never feared loss. My whole life had been plagued by it. Lost my family. Lost Pan. Lost Neverland. And yet, not a one of those bothered me as badly as the thought of losing Felix did.

Felix came home and with his return my troubled thoughts ran away. We sat down to eat our pizza and watch another movie. I was starting to nod off but Felix made sure to get me up to my room before I fell asleep this time. Felix bid me goodnight with a quick kiss before returning to his own room. It pained my heart to watch him leave. I guess I thought that after this morning we could have spent tonight together again. Seeing as how embarrassing the wake up call had been though it was probably for the best that we were separated. We were just starting our intimate relationship after all. I didn’t want to push too far by demanding we sleep in the same bed together.

One day though. One day.

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Today had been amazing as far as Felix was concerned. It had started rough but the rest of it had turned out far better than he could have ever imagined. He thought that things between you and him had taken a bad turn that morning when he explained that he desired you. It was one thing to know that you desired him in private but it was another to admit it directly.

Then you showed up in his doorway. You opened your heart up and told him that you wanted him too. You didn’t want to run away from this growing intimacy between the two of you. Then you said you wanted to give him a handjob and he nearly popped a blood vessel. You and your wide eyes full of trust, lust, and curiosity.

It took every ounce of his remaining brainpower to help guide you along his body. The feel of your small soft hand wrapped around him, your lips on his chest, your voice softly pleading for him to cum. He was lost to you.

As nervous as he was having you touch him in such a way it was nothing to the pure excited terror that occurred when it was his turn to please you. You trusted him so easily to make you feel good and he wanted nothing more than to meet, maybe even exceed your expectations. Inch by inch your body had been exposed to him. Something he had envisioned a hundred times before finally laid out before him and he was allowed--nay--encouraged to touch all of it.

Listening to the noises you made as sparks of pleasure lit your body was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. His hands shook slightly as he held you and he prayed that you didn’t notice how nervous he truly was as his hand slid beneath the band of your panties. The feel of your slick arousal as he rubbed your clit was nothing compared to how it felt to have your hot, wet, cunt clench around his fingers.

He was making you feel good. You were moaning his name and begging him to do more. It was far better than any fantasy he had created in his head. He watched your face closely as you came and made sure to burn it into his mind. You were just so beautiful when in the throws of pleasure. He would have kept you there in his bed all day but after your reaction to his comment about devouring your pussy he figured he should slow things down.

It was hard not to show how much he wanted to drag you back to the bedroom while you were watching the movie but he knew that you probably needed the breather. He said he was gonna go at your pace so he wasn’t going to try anything until you told him it was okay.

The dinner planning helped take his mind off of it. He had been thinking about making a fancy dinner like he had seen in his books for you one day. Seemed that day was coming sooner than expected. If he was gonna make you a fancy meal then he was gonna do it right. You had been gone for so long in town that you had missed his initial frenzy as he tore through the cookbooks and combed over every recipe at least three times trying to figure out what you would most like, what would impress you.

It felt like there was a lot riding on this. He was able to whittle down his ideas a tad and that’s when you showed up again with your innocent smile and warm laugh. His anxiety eased and he breathed easier having you next to him again.

When night fell and he said goodnight to you he meandered back to his room. His big, dark, cold, and lonely room. He thought of how it felt to fall asleep next to you and wake up beside you. He didn’t realize how big his bed was until you weren’t next to him and in his arms.

It wouldn’t be a big deal if he asked you to sleep next to him, would it? It wasn’t like he was inviting you to his bed for anything explicit. He just wanted to fall asleep next to you again.

After about an hour of tossing and turning unable to fall asleep Felix had enough. “I am risking looking like a desperate idiot,” Felix muttered to himself as he swung out of bed and went to his door. He pulled it open and was shocked to see you waiting on the other side.

“Oh hi,” You said, the hand you had raised to knock quickly dropped back to your side, “I was um...I was wondering if you were still awake.”

“I am,” Felix said. No shit! She can obviously see you are awake, genius. Felix’s mind chastised him. “Did you need something?”

“I was--well I had been thinking--I was wondering if you--” You were stammering, your gaze lost to the ground as you tried to find the right words to say.

“Do you want to know why I am up?” Felix asked, deciding to take pity on his poor girl.

“Uh...yes?” You said, finally peeking up at him through your long lashes.

“I was coming to see you.” He told you, “I couldn’t fall asleep and I was wondering if I could tempt you to spend the night with me.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened in disbelief and glee.

Felix smiled. “Yes, really,” He laced his hand with yours, “Was that something you’d be open to?”

“Yes!” Came your immediate reply. “I mean um, yes, that sounds very nice.”

“Come here little girl,” Felix pulled you inside and gave you a kiss. He tugged you along over to the bed and let you nestle yourself in. He got under the covers as well and reached out to grab you and pull you next to him. Your head tucked under his chin and your body melted against him.

“Goodnight, darling,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Goodnight, Felix,” You sighed happily. It wasn’t long after your soft snores filled his ears that Felix fell asleep as well. The warmth of your body curled against him banishing the loneliness of his big empty bed once and for all.

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In the Afterglow (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.7K Warning: Language Premise: The day after their first kiss in Miami. (Book 1, Chapter 10.5)

Series: Open Heart from Ethan’s POV

A/N: I took some liberties...

The azure waters of the pool rippled softly even long after all of its cheery occupants had left to sleep off the copious amounts of alcohol they had consumed. It was almost midnight by the time Ethan stepped into the pool area, determined to let the biting water wash away the misery of the day. A breeze roiled off the nearby sea carrying a cooler bite than the night before.

At once, memories of the aforementioned night flooded his consciousness before he could stop them. Soft, delicate hands roaming his body with something close to desperation; full, rosy lips moving in tangent against his like a perfect symphony that had been months in the making; the breathless, maddening way she whispered his name, sweet on her lips like honey.

Ethan pressed his eyes shut, fighting against the memories. With a shuddering breath, he reached the edge of the water, but before he could dive in, he stopped when his eyes fell on the lone figure. Sitting at the far end of the pool, pretty features back lit by the golden lights in the water, was the very same person he was struggling to forget.

The world seemed to come to a standstill as their eyes met for the first time since their kiss. In the stifling silence, Ethan could feel the riot that was his pulse and he briefly wondered if she could hear it too.

“So you are alive,” he said at last, unable to hold back the edge of sarcasm. He winced internally but his eyes remained fixed on her across the water.

They had spent the day carefully avoiding the other, starting from the moment Ethan deliberately awoke at dawn, well before her, and left to occupy his mind at the conference. He had known even then that no amount of monotonous lectures or top shelf scotch was going to erase her from his thoughts. Apparently Lilac had the same plan as Ethan because she spent the last day of the conference visiting booths on the show floor and networking. At least, that's what Ethan gathered from the brief glimpses he caught of her from afar. Judging from her easy smiles and the visibly infatuated young doctor who rarely left her side all day, she had been far more successful than Ethan at forgetting their kiss.

His hands clenched involuntarily at his sides at the memory of her new companion's hopeful smile every time Lilac so much glanced his way. Ethan allowed the dull sting of jealousy to prickle his insides. He deserved it after he pushed her away so callously the night before.

From across the water, Lilac met his gaze with quiet defiance. “Hello to you too, Doctor Ramsey.”

The formality of her address felt like a slap, especially when she had all but moaned his name the night before. You deserve it, he reminded himself.

“What are you doing out so late? We have an early flight to catch.”

“I was with a friend.”

His gut twisted in the silence.

“And where's your friend now?”

“Upstairs,” she replied, her voice as impassive as her expression. Despite her deliberate lack of emotion, the single word communicated more. Upstairs… waiting for me.

Ethan glanced away, afraid that one more second of staring at her assessing, clever eyes would give away the torrent of agony rippling inside him. It should be him. It should be Ethan waiting for her in a warm hotel room, eager to have her in his arms. It should them, together after months of wishing for nothing else.

When he finally gathered the courage to glance back at her, he could see the same thoughts flickering in those fiery eyes he adored, as clear as the crystal water that separated them. Those eyes bore into his with bold conviction. In the silence, she was daring him to stop her, to verbalize his need for her, to fight for her.

He didn't and her expression crumpled with evident hurt. With a small, shaky sigh that felt like a knife twisting at his side, she strode through the water, determined to storm off.

“Lilac.”

The blazing wave of longing sizzling through his blood was an entity of its own, carrying Ethan toward her until they met at the stairs of the pool. Knowing damn well he had no right to stop her, he did so anyway, his hand gently taking hold of her arm.

Lilac glanced at where he touched her as though his fingers burned her. Her eyes found his and something seemed to soften in her expression. This close, he could see the lines of exhaustion marring her face, a testament to the sleepless night she also had.

“What do you want, Ethan?”

The answer to that was simple, he realized. Because what he wanted the most was currently right before him. His throat tightened, choosing to say instead—

“I want you to stay.”

Another deafening silence, so thick it was almost tangible. Lilac said nothing, though the dignified way in which she jutted her chin forward suggested otherwise. At last, she lost whatever internal battle she was fighting because her lips parted to whisper—

“Make me stay.”

Ethan's fingers flexed slightly around her wrist as he failed to stifle the thrill those words sent through him. A primal part of his brain presented him with many ways to fulfill her request, many of which involved their bodies pressed together. Fuck his conviction or every logical reason to push her away. He couldn't remember them clearly anyway when her captivating eyes fell down to settle on his lips.

“Ethan—”

She couldn't finish that sentence because he was kissing her, hard. The reunion of their lips brought a wave of relief he didn't know he needed since the previous night, since perhaps the first moment he saw her.

Lilac kissed him back just as fiercely, her arms locking around his neck. The force of their bodies meeting compromised their balance, sending them back into the pool, the sting of the cold water almost inconsequential to Ethan. Without breaking their kiss, he steadied her securely against his body.

As he deepened the kiss, his tongue lavishly taunting hers, her nails raked lightly down his chest, sending shivers down his spine. She broke the kiss to tease him with torturous little kisses along his neck, her hands sinking under the water to graze his abs. Any lower and she'd find the poof of her effect on him, though he suspected she already knew it.

“I'd hoped we could do this again,” she confessed, a hot whisper against his lips.

A spike of panic speared through him again, reminiscent of the previous night. If anyone saw them… Her career and everything she worked so hard for would be ruined. All because Ethan was weak-willed and pathetically incapable of resisting her.

“Lilac, we—”

She shook her head, as though reading his mind. “We're not at Edenbrook.”

“I'm still your boss.”

“Then I quit.”

“Be serious.”

The words were so hypocritical with her wet, half naked body pressed against his that Ethan almost laughed.

“Fine,” she allowed, pulling back enough to look at him in the eye. Her arms, however, remained around his neck, much to his delight. “We don't have to be Dr. Allende and Dr. Ramsey at this moment.” Ethan opened his mouth to argue but she pressed on. “Please, Ethan. Please let us be just Lilac and Ethan. Just this once.”

He said nothing, going against all reason to actually consider the request. Normally, he'd explain it wasn't that simple, that every action against the rules had inevitable consequences.

“Please,” she whispered, punctuating the plea with a chaste kiss.

And that was all it took to convince him. He was weak-willed when it came to her.

Without wasting another moment, he pulled her impossibly closer and captured her lips with his. The little moan that reflexively escaped her fueled him to hoist her up with almost ungraceful movements, her legs enclosing his waist at once. Apparently, she was just as inspired by their new position, particularly by his hands firmly gripping her ass, because she bit down on his lower lip, using her tongue to soothe the sting right after.

He cursed.

She pried her lips away from his to murmur in his ear. “I wasn't going to go to him.”

Dizzy and disoriented, Ethan struggled to place the words. Until his muddled brain remembered the doctor he had seen her with.

“He's not who I want.”

The words were like a catalyst, reigniting something fierce in his chest. Without responding, he pushed her against the tiled wall of the pool, the lapping of the water mixing with her breathless moan. His lips pressed hot, desperate kisses along the curve of her neck and shoulder.

As if Ethan wasn't beyond reason already, breaking every rule for the promise of her lips, she rolled her body against his in a tantalizing little rhythm. Ethan cursed again, the sound low and gravelly.

“Lilac.”

Their mouths found each other like magnets. Ethan kissed her until their lips were raw, until they were both breathless, until they shivered slightly from the biting chill of the water. They pulled apart, panting, foreheads pressed together. A small pang of sadness ran through Ethan as he realized the end of their little spell was within sight.

Yet, her green eyes on his was a spell of its own, one that always managed to leave him reeling.

“Lilac,” he started, never tiring of saying her name. What was he going to say next? Anytime the words manifested in his mind, the cynicism that had been his comfort all these years struck them dead.

“I know,” she whispered.

How could she? How could she know when he hadn't known himself until recently.

“This can't happen again.” She smiled sadly at him, pressing one last kiss to his lips, completely unaware of how his heart shattered into fine dust. Looking as though she wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms all night, she disentangled herself from his body.

She was right.

Desperately trying to protect her own dignity, she had said the words before he could.

Swallowing hard, he gave her a small nod. “We should go back inside. Our flight is at six and we're going straight to work after we arrive.”

Edenbrook, the place where they would revert back to their roles of attending and intern. Lilac nodded and averted her eyes from his, placing distance between them in more ways than one. With a crushing feeling, he accepted they had slipped into those roles the moment their lips broke apart.

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A/N:

“This can't happen again.”

Narrator: It did.

Ahhh! Thank you for reading this. I couldn’t move on in the series without writing this. I had been thinking about it for a long time. So it was 100% self-indulgent and maybe a little AU. My reasoning is that Ethan always says, “We can’t.” And then like two scenes later he’s contracting his previous lies lol.

Anyway, thank you! And thank you to @aestheticartsx for helping me with this mess!

Love you guys!

P.S. I am so sorry if you tagged me in a fic and I haven’t reblogged. I will dedicate this week to catch up <3

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subbing-for-clones · 3 years

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The New Apprentice Part 4

Maul x sith!reader

Word Count: 3k

WARNINGS: Fear, graphic depictions of death and fire, slight gore. Mentions of slavery again, being tortured. Thoughts of suicide. But I promise it's also fluffy.

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Without a sun to draw you from your slumber this ‘morning’ you were not the first one to wake. When you opened your eyes there was a dim light from a data pad a few inches from your face. Headlining something about a new attack against the Duchess of Mandalore by a terrorist group. Your head was too fuzzy to make the words out so you simply closed them again. Bringing you back into the world were two realizations. One, your head was gently rising and falling. Two, you felt warm fingers drawing light, rhythmic circles on your lower back. If you weren't slightly hung over you would have sworn that you heard a gentle purr beneath your ear.

You caressed your cheek on whatever you were laying on. "Are you awake dear?" That low velvety voice you recognized asked you. Opening your eyes again, fighting through the daze you took in the details around you. Your arm was wrapped around Maul’s waist while your leg lay over the top of his thighs supporting the back of the data-pad. His lovely red and tattooed fingers brushed against your thigh as he held the device in place and slowly scrolled through the article. You tilted your head up to your master quickly realizing how close your faces were. He smirked down at your heavily lidded eyes. "How's your head?"

"Not as bad as I would've guessed if I'm being honest."

"Good." He stated turning his attention back to the news article. "I would've made some caf but as you can see you've kept me pinned to this spot all morning." Redirecting your eyes to the story he was reading you stated simply, "eh I'm not sorry. If you wanted your caf that bad you would have just moved me or woken me up for that matter." You felt the rumble in his chest as he chuckled.

"You're not wrong."

A few more minutes passed in a comfortable silence; you hadn't moved. Maul made a mental note of your comfortability as well as his own. You didn't know this but you were the first living thing to touch him so gently and for so long. Every time your skin came into contact with his made him feel like it was a first and every time you parted, he feared it would be the last. You yourself hadn't been touched kindly in quite a long time either and relished in the contact. Grateful for now that it wasn't talked about. It just happened.

"Do you think this Mandalorian Duchess will be assassinated?" You asked.

"Not if the Death Watch wish to seize power. The people of the planet wouldn't support them. She has the love of her citizens for now and that I believe is what's keeping her in her station." You hummed in agreement at his statement.

Maul sighed and put the data-pad on the table next to the bed and ran his fingers through your hair absent-mindedly. You looked up at him. He ran his thumb across your cheek and gazed into the eclipse of your eyes. His own pupils dilated just slightly before he blinked and looked away.

"Come, as comfortable as this is, we should both get some food in our systems." Your stomach rumbled just as he said this causing him to smirk. "It seems as though my timing, as usual, is perfect."

Reluctantly you rolled over and stretched, causing the tunic you wore to rise dangerously high. Maul noticed this. The two of you made your way to the common area. He made the caf and you fried up some large mystery eggs you found in the cooler after verifying with him that they were in fact food.

"So master, what's on the schedule today?" You asked before stuffing your mouth greedily with the hot breakfast.

"You're going to practice your patience. Meditation. I was lax with you yesterday but were going to be traveling quite a bit and we can't play sabacc constantly."

"Anything I should focus on?"

"Well albeit odd, you made quite the connection with that rancor. See if you can't reach out and keep tabs on him. Or something else of your choosing. Try to reach out as far as you possibly can. I'm interested in your limits." You nodded your head and drank your caf.

You spent some time stretching before sitting down back-to-back with your master on the floor. You closed your eyes and allowed the heavy blanket of the force to swallow you up until you no longer felt the metal floor beneath you.

Images of the forest on Dathomir became clear. The swaying of the surroundings as if you were looking through Angel's eyes. You were glad he was okay. Then something else tried to take over. You let it happen. The old man who taught you sabacc appeared. "There's no need to hide little one. I won't sell you off or hurt you. You look hungry. Here.... where are your parents?"

The vision changed and you were standing in the center of your village. The jedi that came to test you spoke without feeling, without caring, "no we can't take her. She’s far too emotional, chaotic even. If we teach her to use the force she will only be consumed by hatred, evil and darkness." Tears fell from your small eyes, only three or four years old. "I'm not evil..." Then everything was burning, your friends were screaming and you ran. You ran to your home which was overwhelmed by the inferno. Your mother was crawling out of the front door on her belly completely engulfed in the flames. Her skin half burned away and eyes melting. She tried to say something to you but the only sound she could muster was a throaty gurgle of blood before her life rattled away.

You turned to run, your mother's gurgling screaming in your ears. You kept sprinting until you were older, chasing a small prey animal in the wilds of an unknown planet you had traveled to while stowed away on a transport. Catching it in your hands, you were so hungry you tore into the crying creature, blood dripping down your chin.

More fire blazed around you. Mountains of scrap. Again, you were eating live vermin but your legs didn't feel like yours. You couldn't feel them at all. Eight spindly legs of scrap clumsily carried you down a hole. You screamed a name that felt foreign on your tongue until your throat burned.

Your arms were chained to a ceiling, dangling you so your toes just brushed the dirt floor. You won't submit. He whipped you until you were drenched in your own blood, convulsing from the electricity but you didn't scream. You didn't cry. You felt your savior's presence like the shadow on a wall. You knew he'd come for you... eventually. All you had to do was hold on. To wait for him.

There he knelt in front of you. While you were bound in the market place. The Zygerrian removed your blindfold, your eyes cold as he looked into them but your mind screaming "PLEASE. PLEASE TAKE ME. GET ME OUT OF HERE. I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE. I DONT WANT TO BE ANYMORE! IT’D NOT FUCKING WORTH IT!”

Your eyes shot open. Utterly blown in fear, in rage, in torment. Once again, your master knelt in front of you but it was different this time. His eyes were soft, worried. He wanted to touch you; his hand outstretched but he didn't know if you wanted to be touched. Instinct made you shrink away and bare your teeth, eyes darting rapidly around the ship. Quickly accounting every detail to ensure this wasn't a vision. Once you were almost convinced you crawled back to your master and with a shaky hand you reached and touched his face. You felt him, he was real. Only then did you settle, pushing the beast back down inside you.

Maul's nails dug into his thighs as he went over in his mind everything he had seen. He looked to you again, you wouldn't meet his gaze.

"Please know I didn't try to go inside your mind Y/N.." he used your name and spoke softly.

"A door appeared in front of me, I didn't know what lay beyond so I opened it and I saw... everything, felt what you felt." He paused "I know you saw one of my memories, before Savage found me."

Only then did you look at him, apologetically. "I'm sorry master I don't know what happened."

"Were you going to kill yourself if I didn't take you from that slaving scum?" Genuine concern shown in his eyes and shame flickered across yours. You sighed a single "yes." He nodded in understanding. He inched a little closer to you. "Do you still think about doing that?"

"Master... it's been 20 years since I lost my family, my village.. and 15 years since that man taught me to play the cards... it had been 15 years since someone cared that I ate or didn't outright try to harm me or kill me. Until you and Savage came along. No, I don't want that anymore." He lunged towards to and pulled you tightly into a fierce embrace. One hand gripping your back and the other woven in your hair.

"Please know my life is better with you in it little one." You inhaled deeply with your face nestled in his neck. Taking in his scent like you'd never smell him again, your arms firm around him as well.

Without thinking you glanced at the chronometer within your view. "Thirteen hours?!" You exclaimed. "It felt like ten minutes." Maul pulled away from you. "Nothing kills time like sleep or meditation."

"Well now I feel like I need the former." You pinched the bridge of your nose and rubbed one of your temples.

"That’s fine but.... I'm not going to dance around it tonight. You're coming with me again."

"Oh you'll find no argument here." You tried to smile but it twitched.

You opted to shower before going to sleep. Clean body clean mind, or so you tried to convince yourself. Maul was waiting for you in his bed, chest bare to you and his back leaning up against the wall. The reflection of the data-pad shining across the lenses of his reading glasses. It would have been a sinful sight if your mind hadn’t been otherwise occupied. He looked up at you, sheepishly standing at the foot of his bed. Setting the device down on his bedside table along with his glasses he leaned forward and stretched his hand out to you. Slowly you crawled up and over to him. He pulled you onto his chest and wrapped you up tightly with the soft fabric. Thrumming of his twin hearts easing the anxiety in your belly.

"We will reach our destination tomorrow."

"I've never been to Corellia before. What’s it like.”

“The inhabitants of Corellia have always been known for an insatiable wanderlust which led to a booming ship building economy. It exports talented pilots and ships while importing just about everything. As far as core worlds go, they don’t ask questions other than ‘what are you buying’.”

You replied with a hum and closed your eyes, allowing his hearts beats to lull you to sleep.

Thinking for just a moment before stifling his worry, Maul brushed his lips lightly to the temple you had rubbed earlier. Feeling a deeper kinship with you after what he had seen and realizing you had a past that wasn’t unlike him own in many ways. He wondered if you found these tender moments with him as intoxicating as he found them? Nothing you had faced in your life stopped you from having fun, finding amusement, allowing yourself to be soft when the opportunity arose. You were stronger than he was in that regard and he admired you for that. He only wanted you to feel kindness from him. He wondered what further depths he would've sunk to if Savage hadn't revived him. He wouldn't have ever known moments like these, where you clung to him in your sleep. He decided he would thank his brother again later.

Corellia was like nothing you had ever seen before. Tall towers reached for the atmosphere itself but without the insufferable heat and dryness of Zygerria. Beings of every species chattered happily in the streets. The city of Coronet 'the Jewel of Corellia' as many of the lit signs read, was nestled against an expanse of water. Your master had given you a heavy purse of credits and sent you on your way to shop and enjoy the city. Saying only that'd he'd find you when he was done refueling and stocking up on the more boring items needed for your travels. One of the locals pointed you in the direction of Treasure Ship Row. A bazaar that you could supposedly find anything anyone could ever look for; at least, according to the Twi’lek who pointed you in its direction.

You had never held even a fraction of the money Maul had given you, you felt like a Queen passing through the many shops and held your head high. You had all but forgotten you didn't even have shoes until you found a little shop with lovely dresses in the window.

The shop girl was kind and inviting despite your disheveled appearance. Sure that she had taken note of the large purse that hung from your hip. She aided in your search until you had a nice stack of both appealing and practical clothing.

You allowed yourself to be pampered at a nearby day spa the clerk had recommended to you so that you didn’t get your new clothes and shoes dirty so quickly. Utterly famished after your day you found a relatively clean little bar deeper inside the Blue Sector.

Taking a seat at the counter it didn't take long before a deep voiced Kel Dor took your order. Flashing a grateful smile, you dug into your fried Nuna Legs and sipped from a glass of red wine. A handsome Chiss, you assumed was a mechanic by his dress, took the seat next to you at the counter and gave you a wanting side eye.

"No." You stated curtly not looking up from your glass.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask." He smiled and ordered a malt liquor while the Kel Dor poured you a second.

"The nature of your question doesn't matter. The answer is no." You hadn't turned to him until he chuckled. You raised your brow.

"I was going to ask what a lovely flower like you was doing here. That's not a yes or no question." Sighing you turned to him realizing that you weren't going to get rid of him so easily. You eyed him slowly, he really was handsome despite the streak of grease across his cheek. He flashed you a charming smile you were sure he had rehearsed.

"I can see you've enjoyed the market."

"I have. And although I must say I appreciate the red of your eyes, this lovely flower prefers her companions to have thorns rather than grease stains." You turned back towards your drink sensing your master before you saw him.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" The Chiss asked genuinely confused. You smirked into your drink when you heard Maul clear his throat. The stranger looked back vaguely frustrated and widened his eyes as your master removed his hood revealing his crown of ivory horns.

"Oh, don't be frightened on my account. You're doing wonderfully."

The Chiss quickly left the seat and your master called out to him with a complete lack of tone or emotion. "No, don't go. I'd hate to take your seat."

Both you and the Kel Dorrian bar keep chuckled at his candor as Maul took the newly freed seat swinging back the drink the stranger had left. He smirked at you, noting your black cotton romper, keeping the style of a plunging neckline but now your arms bare and your legs covered. He also noticed your newly painted red nails and ruby studs in your ears.

"Wealth looks good on you."

"Wealth looks good on anyone who knows how to spend it." you quirked the corner of your mouth up and tossed the purse back to your master keeping a small handful.

"Is the ship ready?"

"Ah yes, your destiny awaits little one."

You gestured to the man behind the bar and settled your tab, giving him a generous tip. He flustered at the gesture, only answering him with beaming smile. Maul stood and offered you his elbow which you gladly accepted and the two of you sauntered out of the bar, not before blowing a kiss towards the irritated Chiss.

Maul liked the idea of men trying to woo you only to be met with rejection much more than he thought he would. He liked having the eyes of men who wanted you on him as he led you out of the establishment. He had appreciated your looks before, albeit a wild kind of beauty. He had never imagined you to clean up so well though, adorning his colors of black and red. He allowed his mind to drift to the thought of ruling with you by his side, with your chin held high and the power emanating from your soul, you looked incredibly regal with this newfound confidence. Was this your standard demeanor when you weren’t in the role of a student with her master?

You boarded your ship and sat next to your master in the co-pilot’s chair your eyes lit with excitement. "To Malachor?"

"Yes my dear, to Malachor."

#maul x y/n #maul fluff #star wars maul #darth maul #maul x reader #sith warrior #sith reader #sith apprentice #maul x sith apprentice #swtcw au #star wars #starwars au

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lustinglilac · 4 years

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Boyfriend

A/N: In which Sad Eyes and Diaz find themselves in a compromising situation after a Santos backyard party goes wrong... (Loosely based off the song “Boyfriend” by Ariana Grande ft. Social House)

Sort of a sequel to: Alone Time

Warnings: 18+, smut, light choking, riding, unprotected sex, jealousy, strong language.

Word count: 2.7 k

*All credit for the name José goes to other writers*

GIF BY: @merakiaes 🖤

“You ain’t my boyfriend,

And I ain’t your girlfriend,

But you don’t want me to see nobody else,

And I don’t want you to see nobody.

But you ain’t my boyfriend,

And I ain’t your girlfriend,

But you don’t want me to touch nobody else,

Baby we ain’t gotta tell nobody.”

“Monse what looks hotter? This—“ She holds up a red bodysuit to her chest, letting Monse get a good look at it. “Or this one?” As she takes away the red one and switches it to a lacy black piece.

“Black, definitely black.” A deep voice startles her as she turns her head to the side, catching his gaze.

“Mhm, I agree.” Monse absentmindedly answers, too occupied on her phone to care.

“What’re you doing here?” She tosses the hangers aside, looking up at his taller frame.

“Thought I’d stop by and help out your brother. Considerin’ it’s kinda my job.” He shrugs, looking at her lips quickly then darting his gaze to her eyes.

“I’m gonna go now.” Monse slips out awkwardly between the two of them, meeting up with Cesar in the living room.

She sighs, going back to picking out an outfit and finishing up her makeup. He can’t help but notice how softly she coats her lashes with mascara, turning to look at him with big doe eyes, imagining her in another more compromising situation.

“We still haven’t talked about that day—“ He clears his throat, catching her gaze in the mirror.

“What’s there to talk about?” Her voice coming out more defensive than she wanted it to.

“You’re okay wit— I mean you’re not a little weirded out by it?” He struggles to get the words out, eyes flitting anywhere but to hers.

“I mean you walked in on me so—“ She hums, beginning to undo the string on her sweatpants.

“On accident, mami.” He shrugs.

“Yeah and then you stayed a little too long.” She glares over her shoulder at him. “I need to get changed unless you wanna stay for that too?” She tilts her head mockingly, beginning to pull down the sweats just enough that a small bit of skin showed.

He chuckles humorlessly, reaching her in one long stride, “You’re funny, you know that.”

“I don’t think my brother would like the lack of distance between us.” She manages to whisper, hand coming up to splay on his chest.

“Nothin’s going on though, nena, just a friendly talk between two friends.” He smirks that annoying smirk that she so badly wanted to wipe off his face. “I’ll see you outside.”

He finally backs away but not without throwing a wink in her direction.

She huffs audibly and closes the door to her room to get dressed, choosing to go with the blue jean shorts that stopped right below her ass cheeks and the black lace bodysuit that José had so eagerly decided on for her.

She checks herself in the mirror once more before exiting her room. The lawn had already begun to fill with Santos members as well as a few unfamiliar faces. She shrugs, making her way into the kitchen to make a drink.

“The fuck are you wearing?” Oscar emerges from his room behind her, eyes going wide at the short-shorts she had on.

“Shorts? And a shirt?” She looks down at her outfit as if to say there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

“Nah— go fuckin’ change or stay in your room.” Oscar demands, walking outside to greet people.

She rolls her eyes at his behavior, hoping he’d ease up and forget that he told her to change. She grabs the alcoholic drink she made and takes a sip, humming in delight at the taste of it.

She finds herself on the steps of her porch, waving to various gang members, eyes searching for one man in particular.

“Hey, cariña. How you been?” Oso is the first to greet her, pulling her into a hug careful not to spill her drink.

She smiles, “Oso, hey!” Making conversation with him.

“I thought I told you to change.” Oscar’s voice sounds from somewhere behind Oso.

“Oscar relax, let me finish this—“ She holds her red solo cup up to him, “And then I’ll think about it.” She smirks at the annoyed expression on his face as he gives up.

Oso merely chuckles at her stubbornness, something both the siblings seemed to possess, “Alright go, have fun.” Oso lets her wander off into the group of people dispersed on the lawn, eyes watching her until she disappears around the corner.

Before she could stop herself her body collides with another, scowling at who could be in such a hurry that they had to nearly knock the drink out of her hand. Two strong arms wrap around her torso before she could stumble back any further.

“Yo watch where you’re going pendejo—“ Her eyes meet an unfamiliar face. He didn’t have a Santos tattoo on his neck like everyone else, he had to be a newcomer.

“My fault— I wasn’t payin’ attention.” He apologizes, hands still on her waist to steady her.

“You from around here?” She looks the man up and down, taking in his appearance.

He shrugs, “Nah, just visiting a friend. What about you?”

”Yeah, I don’t live too far away from here actually.” She lies, deciding not to tell him that this was in fact her property. And that if he didn’t get his hands off her in the next few seconds, he’d know just how much he wasn’t welcome here.

He finally lets his hands fall from around her waist, “I’d ask you if you wanna grab a drink but you already have one.”

She looks down at her cup swishing around the contents in it and downing what was left, “And now I don’t. C’mon, let’s go get more.”

They walk to the back, her shoulder brushing his arm occasionally. She was definitely feeling the alcohol or else she wouldn’t have had the courage to even be seen standing next to this outsider nonetheless conversing with him.

She reaches the cooler first, bending down slightly to grab them two beers, not missing the way the guest steps closer, almost pressing himself to her. Before she could say something, a taller figure blocks her view.

“This fool botherin’ you?” Sad Eyes gives the man no time to defend himself, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“José—“ She gasps, beer completely forgotten as she tries to pry his hands off the stranger.

“What the fuck?! Let go of me, man!” He squeaks, shaking in fear of what was gonna come next.

“Don’t touch her, don’t speak to her, don’t look at her, matter fact don’t even think about her, you understand me?” José grits through clenched teeth.

The party long forgotten as a crowd of Santos gather around the scene, Spooky front and center as always.

“Oscar fucking stop them!” She panics, attempting to push her brother towards his right hand man.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t know she had a boyfriend! She ain’t mention anythin’ about you I swear!”

“Boyfriend?!” They both shout at the same time making Sad Eyes let go of the man gasping for air.

“Oh he is not my boyfriend. Believe me.” She murmurs under her breath making José glare at her, until her older brother speaks up.

“Sad Eyes, get ‘er inside. Oso, Joker— get this pinche pendejo outta here.” He snaps as the men around him rush to take care of the situation.

“Let’s go.” Sad Eyes grips her upper arm firmly, taking her away from the boisterous scene.

“I can walk myself—“

“Don’t care.” Sentence cut short as he leads her into the house and to her room. He slams the door behind her, stepping forward to sit on the edge of her neatly made bed.

“You really had to make a scene? In front of everyone out there?” She crosses her arms over her chest, staring daggers at him.

He says nothing, merely watches as she unclasps her earrings, setting them aside on her bedside table with a harsh sigh.

“Get the fuck out, José, I’m tired and I’m pissed, and I really wanna punch you right now.” She states matter of factly.

“I know we ain’t together— I just don’t like when others get too close to you.” He finally speaks, taking her hand in his.

“You’re not my boyfriend and I’m not your girlfriend so what does it matter?” She mumbles, moving to stand in between his outspread legs.

”Doesn’t mean I like random ass guys hittin’ on you like you’re one of those putas that hangs around ‘ere on the regular.” He scoffs.

“The same putas that you’ve had on your lap multiple times?” She raises her eyebrows at his statement.

José can’t help but go silent, mind racing as he holds her hand, “They don’t know me like you know me, they’re nothin’ to me.”

“Exactly and that guy was nothing to me either.” She makes her point while unbuttoning her shorts, making him stand abruptly. “Lemme show you.”

Sad Eyes’ ears perk up, his jaw twitching slightly as the girl in front of him slowly, but surely, got to her knees.

“I don’t think you should—“ José grips her upper arm lightly making her look at him. She pushes him down to sit on her bed.

She sighs softly, her palm skimming his thigh and then the bulge forming in his pants, “That day when you walked in on me— I didn’t want you to leave. I wanted you to touch me, José.” She bites her lip, eyes finally settling on his face as he tried hard to keep his eyes on her.

He can’t help but groan at her words, “Yeah? Then lemme touch you, for real this time.” He takes her hand in his, placing a soft kiss to the back of it and helping her off her knees.

She straddles his waist, fitting perfectly in his lap, “Touch me.” She gasps, bringing his large hand up to cup at her lace covered breast and squeezing.

“I’ve never seen nobody prettier than you, nena, not one girl in my life.” Sad Eyes hums against her lips, moving his lips to place a kiss to her jaw.

“Ooo fuck—“ She grinds down onto him, hips gyrating at their own accord as he peppered kisses down her neck.

“Take these off— lay right here.” José places her on the bed, giving her space to pull her shorts down. She unclasps the bodysuit, taking it off eagerly as she rushed to follow his commands, her tits bouncing with each movement she made.

“You’re sexy.” He whispers next to her, caressing her bare thighs, eyes never leaving her face as to reassure her. “Touch yourself for me.”

She lays comfortably on her back, closing her eyes, palm rubbing at her hardened nipple. Her fingers trail down her torso to where she needed them most. The flimsy strap of her thong pulled off in no time as José watched intently, not missing a single move she made.

She spreads her thighs wider with his help as he guides her fingers to rub at her parted wet lips. Her breath catches in her throat at the feeling, a strangled gasp leaving her lips.

She clutches at his forearm with her free hand, her fingers rubbing faster and harder than before.

“Yesss— oh! Fuck, I’m so close, baby.” She moans, the sound going straight to his cock. He watched on as she rode her own fingers, taking turns rubbing at her clit and spreading the wetness to her entrance.

In a split second, her high is ripped away from her, “I wanna feel you cum around me, mami.” Sad Eyes finally leans down pressing his lips to her parted ones, tongue caressing tongue.

“I was just about to cum—“ She can’t help but whine against his mouth.

“Yeah, I know.” His reply cut short as he brings her to perch on his thighs once more, her naked body pressed against his fully clothed one. He brings calloused fingers between their bodies, making her jump slightly at the feeling, collecting her wetness on his fingers.

“José— don’t stop.” She mewls when the pads of his fingers come into contact with her swollen clit.

“Wanna make you mine tonight.” He grips the base of her throat with his free hand, squeezing slightly and growling at the way her eyes shut closed at the sensation.

She manages to open her eyes through the pleasure, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging down the zipper and taking him out of his confines, making him hiss slightly.

“Fuck me, José.” She pumps him slowly, precum easily lubricating his shaft.

He positions her center just above his erect cock, her hands naturally splaying on his clothed chest gripping his tank top.

“Are we really boutta do this?” Sad Eyes ceases his movements, watching the way she smirked and leaned into him.

“Yeah— I want to.” She nods her head, kissing him whilst sinking down onto his dick. He lets out a groan as she struggled to accommodate his length.

“You ever been fucked before?” His voice coming out less controlled than he wanted it to.

“Nah, just by my own fingers.” She winces slightly when he thrusts his hips out of instinct as her walls contracted around him, unfamiliar to the feeling.

“Fuck, bebe— we can stop if it hurts.” He caressed her hip softly, making sure she wasn’t hurting.

“Don’t, I feel good. Just wish you’d take your clothes off.” She begins riding him slowly, walls gripping him tightly.

Sad Eyes chuckles, hands coming up to remove the unbuttoned button-down he wore on top of his white tank top. The movement giving both of them friction as he discarded his clothing to the side leaving his chest bare to her.

“Better?” He whispers, making her smile and pick up her pace to which he moans lowly. “Eres perfecta, bebe.” His hand tucked under her throat, thumb outlining her plump lips, dipping in just enough to wet it.

“Yeah— you feel s-so fucking good.” She nods aimlessly, eyes never leaving his own as he toys with her clit making her pussy clench around him.

“Do that again and I won’t last long— fuck.” He huffs, bringing both his hands to her waist and holding her down onto him.

“Oooh yes, yes, yes right there, please, baby.” She whimpers, the tip of his cock repeatedly nudging that spongy spot inside of her that made her see stars.

He stops thrusting, pulling out of her wet cunt despite her protests as it clenched around nothing, pinning her beneath him.

“Fuck your pussy’s tight—“ His voice strained as he eased back into her, her tits bouncing with the force of his strokes.

Their breathing getting heavier as the coil in her stomach threatened to snap. He held her thighs apart, needing something to hold onto as he thrust into her dripping wet pussy.

Her back arched off the bed, tits pressing to his chest as she leaned up to kiss him, “I’m so fucking close baby, make me cummm—“ Her mouth agape letting out short pants as he smirked against her cheek, feeling her body convulse underneath him.

“Gonna make me fuckin’ cum, mami, your pussy’s tight as fuuuck.” Sad Eyes moans loudly, biting softly on the juncture between her neck and shoulder to muffle his sounds.

“Cum for me, José.” She whispers in his ear, nails scratching his back lightly. His hips spasm, seed spilling into her and down her soft thighs mixing with her own. Sad Eyes collapses onto her chest, leaving faint kisses on her skin before he speaks up.

“Finally gonna stop using that vibrator now?” José questions, looking up at her for a reaction.

“We’ll see about that—“ She arches an eyebrow making him chuckle.

“You don’t need it no more. I’ll satisfy you forever, nena. Whenever you need me.” He promises, eyes closing as she scratched his scalp with her fingernails.

“So... what are we exactly?” She can’t help but ask the one question looming in the air.

José opens his eyes, leaning up on his palms to get a better look at her angelic face, “You’re my girl. You’re always gonna be my girl.“

“No more fucking around?” Her eyes sparkling as she tugged him down by the cross around his neck.

“No more fuckin’ around.” He replies, giving into her every which way.

#sad eyes smut #sad eyes imagine #sad eyes #steve villegas #on my block #on my block smut #on my block imagine

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shuadotcom · 3 years

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Convention Crush | KNJ

➛ Summary: You’re spending your first anime convention alone, in one half of a couple’s cosplay, until you meet a new group of friends and your other fictional half. ➛ Pairing: Namjoon x Gender Neutral!Reader ➛ Genre: Fluff, slice of life ➛ Rating: PG ➛ Warnings: Like two curse words but nothing else ➛ Word Count: 1.7k ➛ A/N: For BHQ’s Anime Club Event! Thank you @nightowls388 for the prompts! 💚

nightowls388 said: Carese darling!! May I has Namjoon in spirited away with dialogue prompt 10 please :D

The hotel is loud and bustling with life as you walk through the doors. A group of teenagers dressed as various Naruto characters runs past you, arms back and backs bent in classic “Naruto run” stance. You weave through a group of My Hero Academia cosplayers to the registration table to get your convention pass.

Once the lanyard is around your neck, you beeline for the hotel’s attached Starbucks. You’ll need the caffeine if you want to survive your first anime convention alone. You’re supposed to be here with your best friend, but Jungkook decided to catch the flu two days ago. The four-day pass was non-refundable, and you weren’t about to lose out on $70 that you barely had to begin with. So, here you are, alone in a sea of over-excited cosplayers and exhausted parents, in one half of a couple’s costume, not even sure where to begin.

“Hi!” A group of teenagers dressed in various Studio Ghibli cosplays approaches you as you head to the escalator for the main convention floor. “You’re Chihiro, right?” A girl dressed as Princess Mononoke asks, gesturing to your pink bathhouse uniform.

“I am.” You offer a nervous smile, unsure where this is going.

“Can we take a picture with you?! We don’t have anyone from Spirited Away in our group!”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” They all crowd around you, squishing you between a Howl and a Kiki as they get a passerby to take a picture of you all. As soon as the camera shutter goes off a few times, they all thank you in a rush and are gone just as quickly, sprinting up the escalator and disappearing into the crowd.

Still reeling from how fast-paced the interaction was, you finally step onto the escalator and fish the convention schedule from your backpack to scan the upcoming events. An ask the cast panel for Demon Slayer could be interesting, not that you’re sure what that consists of, but that’s one of your favorite anime and you have to start somewhere.

Too absorbed in the schedule, you don’t notice the group of men crossing in front of you at the same time you step off the escalator until you bump into one of them, dropping the pamphlet.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you reach down to grab the dropped paper, luckily still clutching your coffee safely to your chest.

“No problem, I got it,” One of the men bends at the same time as you and picks your pamphlet up. It’s not until you really look at him that you notice the black bob wig, blue pants, and white Haori.

“Oh! You’re Haku!”

He flashes you a dimpled smile as he takes in your outfit. “And you’re Chihiro. What are the odds.” You share a laugh, both of your hands grasping either side of the pamphlet longer than is probably necessary.

“Ahem.” A throat clear next to you has you both snapping out of the moment you share, remembering the other people he’s with. You make eye contact with a grey-haired man wearing the signature volleyball costume from Haikyuu. Checking the number on his jersey, you deduce he’s dressed as Sugawara. “This is a super cute moment and all, but the AMV contest starts in like fifteen minutes, and we need to get good seats. You can come with us if you want.” He proposes the last part to you.

“Ah, well I was going to go to an ask the cast panel.” Haku, Sugawara, and the other two men with them dressed as Ash Ketchum and Eren Yeager all give you the same pointed look.

“Is this your first anime convention?” Haku asks.

“Yes...how did you know?”

“No one who comes to these things often would ever put themselves through an ask the cast panel. It’s just a bunch of high schoolers being loud and obnoxious, pretending to be the characters. Total shit show.” Sugawara says matter of factly. “Were your friends really gonna have you suffer through that?”

“I’m actually here alone.” The four of them share a look before Haku turns back to you.

“That means you have to hang out with us. We can’t let you fall into any first-timer traps.” He shoots you another smile that’s all dimples, and you feel your pulse quicken. Even under the wig, he’s the most attractive man you’ve seen all day. Maybe even all your life.

“Okay.” You may have just met these men, but you don’t have any internal alarm bells going off about spending time with them. Your possible blooming crush on Haku aside, you don’t feel any negative vibes.

“Now that that’s settled let’s go! I’m not sitting in the back of the room for the contest!” Sugawara takes the lead as you all fall in line and follow him to one of the main meeting rooms.

As the day wears on, you’re more than happy that you decided to spend your time with your new friends instead of wandering alone, letting the four of them take you to various panels that they deem worthy of your time. Haku, whom you now know as Namjoon, is nothing but sweet to you all day. He explains that he and his friends have been going to anime conventions since high school, and now that they’re all seasoned college students, they still make it a point to attend. He mentions that he’s dressed as Haku because Jin, his roommate who’s the most handsome Erin Yeager you’ve witnessed at the convention, was supposed to be Chihiro but backed out last minute for the “cooler” cosplay instead.

Sugawara, who you find out is named Yoongi, is roommates with the fourth member of the quartet, Hoseok, dressed as a very compelling Ash Ketchum. When you compliment him, he flashes you the biggest, sunniest smile you’ve ever laid eyes on. After the AMV contest, they take you to a History of Horror in Manga discussion, much to Hoseok’s constant complaints. Around lunchtime, the five of you leave the hotel and cross the street to look for food. After Jin and Hoseok argue over sushi versus burgers they ultimately have you choose. You opt for chicken, much to everyone’s delight.

Out of everyone, you find yourself talking more one on one to Namjoon, finding out you have quite a few things in common. You both share a love for music and nature and are plant parents, although you tend to kill more plants than keep them alive. Namjoon promises he’ll give you tips on keeping your plant babies alive and grins at you for what feels like the fiftieth time of the day. Each time, your stomach does somersaults, and you feel your skin heat up.

At the end of the night, as you’re all leaving the 18+ Bad Fanfiction Reading panel, you almost don’t want to part ways.

“We can’t let you leave without getting your number!” Jin shoves his phone into your hands, demanding you put your digits in. The other men do the same, with Namjoon being last, hand shaking as he presents his phone. A series of four beeps come through on your phone, signifying the text messages from the group.

All of you are staying upstairs in the hotel rooms, so together, you head for the guest-only elevators as Yoongi announces the panels and events he’s planning for you all to go to tomorrow. Hoseok makes it a point to say that you’re included and that you’re now friends, therefore you have no choice but to spend the rest of the convention with them. Of course, you don’t object and agree to meet them downstairs tomorrow morning.

Your room is on the 8th floor, while their rooms are on the 10th, so you reach your floor first. Preparing to say your goodbyes for the night, you step out of the elevator and send a wave, but before the doors close, Namjoon is shoved out beside you.

“Joon will walk you to your room!” Hoseok calls as the doors close.

“Yeah, we’ll see you in a few, Namjoon!” Yoongi adds, then the doors are shut, and the elevator keeps going up.

Namjoon scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, please lead the way. I’ll make sure you get to your room, okay.”

Feeling nervous yourself, you simply nod as he follows you the short distance to your room.

“This is me,” you move to the door, and you both stop in front of it. Seconds tick by with the two of you staring at one another while you try and come up with something to say.

“Today was great,” Namjoon says at the same time you do, making both of you chuckle. “Sorry, go ahead first.”

“I just wanted to say thank you for inviting me along with you all today. I had a lot of fun and didn’t think I could’ve done so if I was by myself.”

“Really?” Namjoon says, looking surprised. “I thought we would’ve been a little too high energy for you. You really had a good time? Today made you happy?”

“Yes. I am happy. Because I was able to meet someone like you.” You blurt the latter part out and watch as his eyes widen and a dark shade of red blossoms over his cheeks.

“I, uh, I’m glad you feel that way. I’m really happy I was able to meet someone like you too.” Namjoon’s eyes dart down to your lips momentarily before he lets out a cough. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning. Make sure to meet us downstairs at ten on the dot. If you’re late, Jin will probably nag you for the rest of the convention.” He hesitates momentarily, then reaches out to pull you into a hug. You instantly melt in his hold, inhaling the warm cinnamon scent of whatever Namjoon’s got on.

Your grip on his waist tightens at the same time his arms around your shoulders do. You’re not sure who pulls away first, but reluctantly, you do release each other. Namjoon gives you another goodbye, and then he’s shuffling down the hallway and back towards the elevator.

Once he’s around the corner, you let yourself into your room, his scent still in your nose, and the feeling of his toned arms around you still lingering. How you managed to run into a great group of friends on the first day, you don’t know, but you’re not about to question it. The only thing you worry about is how you can make your cosplay planned for day two as cute as possible, now that you’ve got someone to impress.

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[SK8] down the waves of august

Word count: 4035

Summary: Skating under the scorching sun, sitting on the porch and eating popsicles—this is summer, and Kojirou doesn't take his eyes off Kaoru.

Note: AO3 link. This is high school era, so there are strong vibes of one-sided Kojirou/Kaoru, and a lot of pining Kojirou. They're still having fun though!

It never starts with Kojirou dragging Kaoru to a new skateboarding spot or an ice cream shop, even though he recently got his license to legally drive a bike that will allow him to go anywhere he wants.

It always starts with Kaoru showing up at Kojirou’s house with a grander than life energy and never-ending excitement that transforms every one of his steps into a skip. He’s smiling and shining, like there’s nothing more valuable than taking the biggest breath of air and swallowing it whole to absorb the freedom summer is giving them.

“Let’s go,” Kaoru says, shoving his fist against Kojirou’s chest with a grin. “Take your board.”

It’s nine in the morning on a summer day of their last high school summer vacation, and Kojirou doesn’t even think about his homework or his cram school classes as he follows Kaoru’s extended hand, guiding him towards a world where nothing matters except the smell of fresh flowers and the sight of a back showing him the way.

***

They’re sweaty, exhausted and hungry but Kojirou finds himself grinning like a fool as he collapses on the stairs of his house porch, skateboard in hand. Kaoru follows suit, placing his hands on the cool stone of the stairs, and lets out a long sigh as he tips his head back, some of his hair falling out of the low bun as he does so. Kojirou glances at the curve of Kaoru’s exposed neck, then quickly averts his eyes.

“We should go back to that skatepark tomorrow,” Kojirou suggests, still high on adrenaline. “I’ve got classes until 3 pm, we’ll have enough time before my mom starts calling me to get home.”

Summer classes suck, and Kojirou would have gladly spent his days lazing around and eating junk food while watching shows on TV, or skateboarding until his legs couldn’t take it anymore, but university entrance exams aren’t going to be passed without extensive studying. Simply thinking about them is enough for Kojirou’s good mood to drop.

“We should,” Kaoru answers slowly.

Kaoru’s face is turned towards the reddening sky. Even though the sun is setting, drowning the white facade of the houses into warmer shades, it’s still hot and way too humid for Kojirou’s taste. All summer is going to be like this—uncomfortable, sticky and heavy, but nothing he isn’t used to. He’ll complain about the weather until Kaoru gets annoyed and complains about him, then they’ll buy a week’s worth of popsicles to eat in one afternoon as they do their homework and they’ll go skating at night, once they’re free from obligations and the crushing heat.

This is what summer is supposed to be like. The view from his porch, from his family’s army of bicycles near the gate to the neighbor’s wind chime hanging on the first floor’s window and to the cat wandering on the roofs, is familiar and reassuring in its immutability. Kojirou has spent countless hours sitting here with Kaoru until dinner time, until one of them starts fidgeting because the stairs are stiff and uncomfortable and really not the place to sit on for a prolonged period of time. Kaoru’s traditional house would be a much more logical choice to hang out at; but both of them know it wouldn’t be the same.

When Kojirou stares at Kaoru’s figure, still looking at the infinite stretch of sky and gaze seemingly lost somewhere that Kojirou is not allowed to enter, he realizes that this summer will be different.

“You’re staying for dinner?” Kojirou asks, scraping his shoe against a hole in their paved pathway leading to the stairs they’ve never bothered fixing. “For some reason as we grow older, my family gets more excited when you stay for dinner. Eisuke is even asking for you.”

Kaoru shifts and turns fully towards Kojirou, his face the slightest bit surprised before his lips are curled into a smirk. The light of the sunset makes the color of his hair and of his eyes even more vibrant, like he was meant to be seen at this time of the day, when the sun recedes and the stars arise, and Kojirou almost misses what Kaoru says.

“That’s because I’m way cooler than you,” Kaoru snickers. “I’m a better role model for Eisuke than you are, you’re a lame big brother.”

Kaoru’s laugh comes from within, resonating deep in the front yard, filling it with the image of a breeze strong enough to make people sway and stagger, knocked off their feet by how genuine it is. The weight pulling at the strings in Kojirou’s heart grows bigger and heavier with each passing day, but no more painful.

Kojirou shakes his head. “Excuse you, he doesn’t need to be taught how to be a delinquent at twelve years old. You’re not even half the delinquent you pretend to be!”

“Still cooler than you are, stupid!” Kaoru retorts, and jumps to his feet. “I’m gonna eat everything in your fridge. Do you still have ice pops?”

Kaoru doesn’t even wait for his answer as he darts towards the door, easily sidestepping Kojirou and jumping over the last steps of the stairs in springy leaps. Kojirou, momentarily dazed, scrambles to get up but he’s not fast enough to stop Kaoru from turning the doorknob and dashing into the house like he owns the place. Shoes are carelessly thrown aside in the genkan while loud footsteps on the perfectly polished floor resound like an entire class of toddlers are raiding Kojirou’s home, which is not too far removed from the truth. Kaoru is laughing like a maniac.

“Don’t act like this is your house, you punk!” Kojirou shouts, making just as much noise as Kaoru in his chase, down to the kitchen. “Who said you could take the ice pops in the first place!”

“Your stuff is also my stuff!” Kaoru replies, almost hitting his face against the fridge when his steps screech to a halt in front of it.

“Stop stealing my food!”

“Hey, you have Papico ice cream too, nice!”

“I thought you didn’t like Papico—”

“Boys, play nice.”

Both of them jerk away from the fridge and swivel their heads to Kojirou’s mother, who is watching them with the kind of fond exasperation and amusement she adorns only when she thinks they won’t remember any of her words as soon as she leaves them be. Kojirou clears his throat and grabs Kaoru’s arm, pulling him along and shoving him to the front like a shield, ignoring Kaoru’s grunts.

“Kaoru was stealing our ice cream,” Kojirou says flatly.

“You’d let me starve?” Kaoru gasps.

“We’re going to eat dinner soon enough, you glutton!”

“You eat way more than I do! And after skating all afternoon we need snacks to help us cool down!”

Kojirou’s mother sighs, mutely shaking her head. She lifts her hand and points at the bathroom at the end of the corridor, tutting.

“No ice cream before dinner, go wash your hands, and help me set up the table. Kaoru-kun, don’t leave your bag in the front yard and bring it inside.”

“Yes,” Kojirou and Kaoru chorus.

Once they brush past Kojirou’s mother, they start kicking and pushing at each other to get first in the bathroom, then they flick water at the other’s eyes like it’s some sort of childish competition before they remember that Kojirou’s mother is waiting for them and probably expecting them to be on their best behavior (as behaved as they can be).

Kaoru goes to retrieve his bag and opts to drop it in the genkan beside his still carelessly thrown aside shoes. Were it someone else’s house, he most likely would have neatly put them away—but this is Kojirou’s house, always loud and welcoming and warm. Kaoru then bounds towards the kitchen to give a hand to Kojirou’s mother, moving with the confidence of someone knowing where the cracks on the pavement are and choosing to dance around them. He’s allowing himself to be extravagant in the company of people who are, at this point in his life, basically his relatives.

Kojirou watches the ease with which Kaoru reaches into cupboards and rummages through drawers under his mother’s orders, and he thinks it strange how natural Kaoru’s presence is in his house. Strange, but not unpleasant; Kaoru brings a warm gust of wind and slips into every rift left open for him to poke his head into. Kojirou sees the way his mother smiles and guides Kaoru like he has lived here all his life, waving a wooden spatula around and telling him to go fetch this and that, and Kaoru complies without a single complaint. It does something funny to Kojirou’s stomach, which he squashes down by breathing in deeply and rubbing his temples.

It’s fine. Kojirou is eighteen years old, and this is the last summer he can spend with Kaoru before responsibilities catch up to them. It won’t change anything.

***

Kojirou doesn’t ask why Kaoru wants to skate every day, despite their obvious amount of workload that barely diminishes as the long days of summer stretch into the end of August. It’s simply easier to pretend that everything pushing them around like they’re trapped in a train full of people, from the urgency to get grades above 80 points to the quiet expectation of finding a more socially acceptable hobby, doesn’t exist. For a few hours in the hot night of the city, Kojirou lets himself believe that this freedom of choosing will last for a while longer.

Kaoru starts to skate differently; he brings a notebook with him and scrawls remarks and numbers of his performance, comparing the different results of complicated tricks, and asks Kojirou to evaluate how accurate his predictions are. He looks so focused and sure of himself, unravelling this perfectionist side he’s kept under layers of piercings and aggressive language. Kojirou has never understood why Kaoru was so adamant on accomplishing things that contradict other, more established achievements of himself—like that time he said he wasn’t aiming at a better computer science university outside of Okinawa, despite his excellent grades and hunger for learning all he can; or the obvious question of why he keeps doing calligraphy with such dedication when the love he has for this art is nowhere near the amount of love he’s pouring into artificial intelligence.

“You know, I’m not a computer,” Kojirou sighs, trying to make sense of Kaoru’s instructions. “I can’t calculate all these things as fast, and I don’t even understand what you’re trying to do.”

“That’s because you skate without finesse,” Kaoru answers, an argument he’s repeated multiple times these past weeks. “You can turn anything into art, or something graceful and technical if you put effort into it.”

“Huh. Sounds like a lot of unnecessary trouble.”

Kaoru glares at him but keeps skating, going up and down the spine, jumping at the last second to flip his board and landing smoothly without making his wheels cry in agony. Kojirou doesn’t think it’s as satisfying as hearing the screech of the wheels against the asphalt—hearing how close the board is to the ground makes his performance even more spectacular and boisterous, like fireworks bursting into colors.

It’s past dinner time. They both warned their families they wouldn’t make it home on time—Kojirou received a message from his mother telling him to be careful, and Kaoru was asked to get back not too late. The skatepark is empty save for the both of them and two kids accompanied by their father at the funbox, all of them foolish enough to continue sweating after hours spent under the scorching sun. Kojirou is sitting at the top of the half-pipe, elbow propped up on his knee and chin resting in his hand, observing Kaoru. There is tension in Kaoru’s shoulders that wasn’t there before, slowing him down and making his skating stiffer, stilted, like some sort of insurmountable obstacle stopping his progress.

“Hey,” Kojirou calls, tone softer than usual. “Still no signs of Adam?”

Kaoru comes back at his side, gives him a single glance, and shrugs.

“Probably stuck at home or something. We can go a few days without him.”

And he goes down again, this time even faster and correcting his trajectory. Kojirou rolls his eyes and resists the urge to call on Kaoru’s bullshit, because it’s so infuriatingly obvious how upset he is at not being able to skate with Adam. Kojirou doubts it’s the sole reason for Kaoru’s bad mood, but it is definitely a factor and he doesn’t wish to ponder on it longer than necessary, lest he starts having ugly, intrusive thoughts.

“Hurry up, I’m hungry!” Kojirou says. “We’re getting ramen and you’re paying!”

“Why am I the one paying—”

Kojirou doesn’t ask why Kaoru is skating like his life depends on it, why it looks like this is the last time he will touch a skateboard. He waits, like he always has, until Kaoru is ready to tell him what’s been bothering him.

***

Cicadas are screaming and making a nuisance of themselves, even if the patch of grass and trees is two blocks over Kojirou’s house. He listens to them as he eats the popsicle he’s legitimately won by beating Kaoru at janken, idly thinking that maybe it’s counterproductive to sit on the porch when they have an electric fan in the living room to fight against the heat. Kaoru, leaning all his body weight against Kojirou because he likes being insufferable, is cradling his can of cola in one hand and playing some game on his smartphone in the other, looking deep in thoughts. Kojirou specifically does not think about their proximity and the warm point of contact between them.

“You’re heavy,” Kojirou mumbles.

“That will help you build muscle,” Kaoru says flatly, not budging at all.

It’s too hot to continue arguing, especially since Kojirou’s brain feels fried and unavailable for the next twenty-four hours. This is probably one of the hottest summers they’ve had, blinded by rays of sunlight and reduced to mush by the heavy air, dragging their feet from one point to another and doing at most three tasks a day, including attending classes and doing homework. Which doesn’t leave enough brain space for mundane activities like deep thinking.

And yet Kaoru still has that troubled look on his face that Kojirou wants to douse with cold water. Long strands of pink hair are falling over Kojirou’s shoulder—he can smell the stupid floral scent of his shampoo that drives him insane, the one they’ve chosen after spending thirty minutes comparing a dozen different brands at the store. He lifts a hand with the intention of touching them before remembering himself, and withdrawing just as quickly. How simple a gesture it is, and how easy a shift it would bring in their relationship.

“Say, Kaoru.”

“Hm?”

“We’re not going to drift apart once we graduate, right?”

Neither of them is going to leave Okinawa, for the time being. Their universities, if they get into the one they want, will be in opposite parts of the island. They can text and call each other, and they will most likely come visit their parents during breaks—it’s not like they are leaving for another country.

It dawns on Kojirou, then, that he and Kaoru have never spent a prolonged period of time apart since they met in middle school. The thought gnaws at him and wraps a tight hand around his chest; he chances a look at Kaoru, and finds golden eyes staring at him with incredulity and faint amusement in equal measures.

“I think it would take something bigger for us to stop talking,” Kaoru says. “Your flip phone looks ugly but at least it’s working.”

“Not everyone can get a smartphone of the latest technology,” Kojirou grumbles, though his entire posture relaxes. “I’ll detail in my emails the ingredients of my delicious meals while you’re eating instant ramen or sandwiches bought at the convenient store. I’ll even send you pics!”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, maybe your meals will look pretty but they won’t be tasty.”

“I’ve never heard you complain about my food before.”

“There’s a first to everything, you naive idiot.”

Kaoru presses himself closer to Kojirou and almost manages to tip him over the porch, but Kojirou simply laughs and grips Kaoru’s shoulder to steady the both of them. Perhaps this is why they choose the porch and not the crowded space of Kojirou’s living room; a moment shared between the two of them, listening to the cacophony of nature and suffering the heat solely for the opportunity to exist together.

Kaoru doesn’t say anything else, returning his attention to his game and Kojirou thinks that maybe, as long as he lets himself believe it, this is the peace they will always carry within themselves.

***

Their bikes were left abandoned on the sideroad, out of the way for people to circulate freely but still parked in a haphazard manner that would have made their parents yell. It’s not Kojirou’s biggest concern though, and this is hardly the most unforgivable inconvenience they’ve perpetrated.

The sun is hanging low in the sky, kissing the edge of the sea and covering the entire beach in warm tones. The elevated highway running across the water sounds just as noisy as usual, bringing some sort of twisted rhythm to their footsteps on the soft sand. It’s quiet; not many people are agglutinated on the shore, and even less are taking a walk alongside the waves.

Kojirou’s bare feet are crunching the sand and the pebbles in slow and measured steps, following Kaoru’s trail in front of him. They left their shoes somewhere near their bikes, throwing aside what was in the end a dead weight they would have had to carry. They don’t come to the beach nearly enough—it’s a place where nothing seems to matter, all worries drowned by the steady sound of the waves and by the tickling breeze caressing their hair. Kojirou walks and lets his mind rest.

Kaoru is walking backwards, tracing a path he’s the only one visualizing one step at a time, carefully and gently. He doesn’t exude his usual fiery energy that burns everything around him; he’s calm, but not in a worrying way. Kojirou’s eyes never stray away from Kaoru’s figure.

“You’re going to trip,” Kojirou says.

“There is less risk of tripping in walking backwards than in skating,” Kaoru replies with a snort. “And even if I do, the sand’s not going to hurt me.”

“I would catch you anyway.”

Kaoru looks up from his feet. For one short, miraculous second, Kojirou thinks that there is hope in Kaoru’s eyes, but it vanishes in a blink and he’s left with a crooked grin.

“Maybe, if you’re fast enough,” Kaoru teases.

Kojirou’s shoulders lift in an overt, deliberate shrug. “I’m as fast as Adam.”

It’s half-petty, half-true, but Kaoru doesn’t pick up on the obvious disdain in Kojirou’s words and chooses to burst out laughing. His voice carries high and far, as clear and limpid as water, and his face breaks into an expression of pure joy that lights up his eyes. Kojirou stares, mesmerized and feeling stupid for still being caught off guard by all the alluring facets Kaoru is willing to leave open to be scrutinized.

“You’re trying to show off?” Kaoru asks, mirth in his eyes.

“I don’t want to hear it from mister I’ll-steal-your-thunder-anytime,” Kojirou snorts. “I’m not showing off if it’s true.”

“Then prove it.”

Kojirou raises an eyebrow, momentarily confused. Kaoru is still grinning as he splays his arms wide, something wild glinting in his golden irises. It’s only when Kaoru starts tipping backwards that Kojirou understands what kind of crazy shit he’s come up with and he leaps into action, his left foot kicking the sand and his right arm shooting forward. One or ten curses fly out of his mouth as he forcefully grabs Kaoru’s arm in one hand and grips his shoulder in the other, then yanks him towards himself.

For a few seconds, this moment floats in the air and remains suspended. Kojirou’s feet are half-buried in the sand in his rush to catch Kaoru, covered in an odd veil of warmth that somehow feels comforting, making him take root in this spot. He’s completely drunk on the sight of Kaoru, face too close and illuminated by the faint light of the setting sun, hair out of his eyes and piercings gleaming, his lips curled into a satisfied and lazy smirk. The sound of the waves is but a distant noise to Kojirou over the hammering of his heartbeat and the ringing in his ears. And for a few seconds, he wants nothing more than to lean down and kiss Kaoru.

The spell shatters and breaks when Kaoru lifts his hand and flicks Kojirou’s forehead, tearing a long groan out of him.

“That hurts, you know!” Kojirou grumbles.

“That’s only a tickle, you big baby,” Kaoru says, rolling his eyes. “Well, I guess you prove you’re not completely useless.”

Kaoru wrenches his arm back and straightens up, making a show of dusting off his shirt and smoothing the wrinkles. Kojirou silently lets his arms fall at his sides, fingers still burning from the contact.

The wind is picking up. Kaoru turns his face towards the sky, and this—Kaoru’s profile, shining bright against the orange hue of the beach and the sky, devoid of worry and looking serene, is what matters the most to Kojirou.

“Summer’s ending,” Kaoru sighs, closing his eyes. “We still have a few months left together. And then it’s another kind of life entirely.”

“We’ve already established we’re not going to stop being friends,” Kojirou points out as he extracts his feet from the sand, tracing formless shapes in it instead. “Or are you already forgetting things from like, two days ago?”

“I was just making sure you remembered it, bastard.” Kaoru pauses; the sudden silence finally leaves space for the muffled noises of the water running on the sand. When he speaks again, his voice comes from the deepest well of his resolve. “You’ll become a cook and I’ll become the next renown calligrapher of Sakurayashiki studio. That’s how we’ve decided to grow up.”

Long days of unconcealed frustration, helpless screams about not being able to pursue a more profitable career and disappointment at his own inability to fully let go of something that has been transplanted in him since birth, leading to defeat simmered in rage—these memories come back in Kojirou’s mind unbidden and leave a bitter taste in his mouth. The puzzle pieces of Kaoru’s mood scattered across all summer move into place. But Kaoru is smiling and determined not to show weakness, even if the lines of his eyes are still angry, and who is Kojirou to not fall a little bit more in love with this flawed yet beautiful person that is Sakurayashiki Kaoru?

“We’ll grow up and become boring adults, but we’ll still be the same people,” Kojirou says with a smile of his own.

Kaoru slowly opens his eyes and looks over. Kojirou lifts his closed fist, expectant, and Kaoru obligingly bumps it with his own. A silly, mechanical gesture that accompanied them for years, like a sign of their bond that does nothing but strengthen and bloom with each passing day.

They are both sporting a grin as if they’ve just completed the best races of their lives. For once, Kojirou lets himself wholly acknowledge the pleasant fire that travels from his stomach to his chest, spreading a tingling sensation all over his body that makes him feel like he’s skateboarding at the highest speed with the certainty of victory under his wheels. He could get addicted to this quiet storm with the scent of spring brewing in his heart.

“Boring adults with boring friends,” Kaoru adds.

“That’s only natural,” Kojirou laughs.

The sun is dipping farther into the sea now—the colors are changing, gradually engulfing the beach in colder shades, but no less stunning.

Summer is ending, and new resolutions are starting.

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Cinnamon Rolls and Pumpkin Spice

AN: Hi babies! So I am obsessed with Fall and I want to do this with someone eventually because I’m v lonely and want to express my hopeless romantic side to literally everyone on the Internet lol and I chose the song because this is literally one of my favorite songs ever and I feel like it fits so well with this!! Please request things my lovelies!

Summary: Matthew just wants to spend his one day off with Y/N

Song: I Remember You by Seth MacFarlane

Warnings: Extreme fluff, like might make you puke glitter kinda fluff

Word Count: 1974 (kinda small but still)

October is one of Matthew’s favorite months. He loved the smell of the fresh fall air, the crunchy leaves under his feet, Halloween, and just the overall aesthetic of the season. He also enjoyed the cooler temperatures only because that meant more snuggles from his girl. It’s been hard recently due to filming movies and working on his new book, but you were so understanding of it all. That’s what Matthew adored about you.

You knew that with dating an actor, he’d be away filming movies or tv shows, doing what he loves. That’s what you admired about Matthew. He was so passionate about his work and took pride in everything he did. You were so proud of him and everything he accomplished. Not to say he wasn’t proud of you either. You had been attending college and you��ve been working so hard with your course work.

One of the props to days like this is that both you and Matthew had the day off together. You both had been working so hard and definitely deserved a break. It was also very rare that the two of you had days off together. Usually, it would alternate which made it hard to see each other throughout the day but you two always made time in the evening to catch up and talk about how the day went.

Matthew woke up to the warm feeling of the Fall sun beaming through the shared bedroom. He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he turned over to you. A smile graced his face as he saw you asleep next to him. He ran his fingers over your cheek as he admired your features. He noticed how your mouth was slightly opened as you breathed in and out. Your hair was a messy due to tossing and turning, dreaming sweet dreams. The blankets covered you comfortably, making you look like a cute little burrito.

Matthew could feel his heart expand and he studied you. Your eyes soon flutter open to be met with his chocolate brown eyes. You smile and snuggle closer to him, feeling his body heat take over you.

“Good morning, Darling.” Matthew whispered, kissing your head.

“Good morning, my love.” You smiled.

You glanced up at the man you are so lucky to call your boyfriend and begin to play with his hair. He chuckles as you continue to tamper with the growing locks that you’ve come to adore oh so much.

You and Matthew have been dating for almost two years now, which was a huge accomplishment on your end because you weren’t really into the dating scene. He was actually the first person in a long time to have you even consider dating. It was almost love at first sight. the two of you have pretty much been inseparable since.

Matthew kissed your lips sweetly as you snuggled into his neck.

“So, what’re our plans today lovie? You choose.” You said as you ran your fingers up and down his chest.

Matthew sighed contently and thought about the one thing he’d want to do. His smile began to break through as he looked down at you with gleaming eyes. You raised an eyebrow as he bit into his lip.

“If you want my honest answer, I really just want to stay home with you. maybe we can bake up some stuff and watch a movie! We haven’t really had a day where we just stayed home and relaxed with each other, think we may be long overdue for that.” Matthew grinned.

You beamed at the idea.

He wasn’t wrong. The two of you never really had an at home day. Either you were at school or the library and Matthew was out doing actor stuff. It wasn’t easy and sometimes, it became very stressful on you both. An R&R (rest and relaxation) day is just what the Doctor ordered.

“Okay! Do you want breakfast?” You asked as you shot out of bed.

Matthew chuckled at your enthusiasm, moving over and planting his feet on the floor.

“That doesn’t sound bad. But if I can be frank, we do have pancakes and eggs often, can I make a new suggestion?” He asked.

“Of course baby, I never mind switching things up.” You winked.

Matthew smirked back at you as he stood up and stretched out his lanky limbs.

“How about Cinnamon Rolls? My mom could text me her recipe and we can make them ourselves!” he said as he made his way to you.

You giggled as you took his hand and led the way downstairs into your shared kitchen. You and Matthew have been living together for about three months now and you couldn’t be happier. He had asked while you were having lunch together at a little Bistro down the block from your college. Your heart had filled with so much love that you squealed in the middle of the small café, causing customers to stare at you two. Since then, you’ve made his snug little home into yours.

Matthew was awaiting the text from his mom while you began to make some pumpkin spice coffee. It was one of your favorite flavors, and with how the weather was, it only made sense to divulge into the sweet flavored coffee. Matthew chuckled at your choice of drink. He didn’t mind the flavor but it wasn’t his favorite. However, he knew how you felt about it, so he never even tried to poke fun at it.

“Ya know what movie you wanna watch?” He asked, looking up from his phone.

“I know it’s super corny, but The Nightmare Before Christmas. I haven’t seen it in a while.” You said as you finished making your coffee.

You took a sip of the warm liquid and sighed happily. Matthew smiled. His phone soon binged, signaling that his mother had responded with the recipe for her famous Cinnamon Rolls. Matthew handed the phone to you. You looked at the recipe and began to grab the ingredients. You began to follow the steps to create the delicious pastry. Matthew watched with attentive, loving eyes.

Matthew had been thinking about your futures together. He knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life, he just wasn’t sure how or when he should do it. All of his friends pushed him to ask, hell even his older sister was wanting them to tie the damn knot. He just wasn't sure when was the right time.

You slipped the freshly twisted cinnamon rolls in the oven. You cleaned up a bit and went back to sipping your coffee.

“Do you think they’ll be as good as your mom’s?” You asked.

“Of course they will, darling. Your cooking is amazing!” Matthew boasted.

“Well thank you, lovie. I greatly appreciate it.” You smiled.

Matthew leaned over the counter and pecked your lips softly. You softly placed your hand on his cheek after he pulled away and studied his features. His deep brown eyes were something you could get lost in. He had the cutest little button nose, and his full lips were a dream that you so enjoyed on yours. In your eyes, he is the most perfect human, your perfect human.

“You know what we need? Some music!” You squealed.

You turned to your phone and searched for the song that you and Matthew immensely enjoyed. You typed in I Remember You sung by Seth Macfarlane. Matthew broke into a smile as the sweet song began to play through the speakers.

Was it in Tahiti? Were we on the Nile? Long, long ago Say an hour or so I recall that I saw your smile

You grinned as you slowly swayed to the song. The warm feeling took over you as the song continued.

I remember you You're the one who made My dreams come true A few kisses ago

Matthew made his way over to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and carefully taking your delicate hand in his. The two of you began to slow dance in your kitchen, the smell of cinnamon rolls and pumpkin spice engulfing the both of you and the sound of Jazz music taking control of the sweet moment.

The song continued to play as you danced.

I remember you You're the one who said "I love you, too," I do Didn't you know?

I remember, too A distant bell And stars that fell like rain Out of the blue

You rested your head on Matthew’s shoulder, the smell of bergamot, mahogany, and patchouli taking over your sense. You loved the way he smelled. It was warm and welcoming. He kissed your head as he spun you around the tiled floor.

When my life is through And the angels ask me to recall The thrill of them all Then I shall tell them I remember you

Just as the song ended, the oven beeped for the cinnamon rolls, indicating that the pastries were done. You parted with Matthew, grabbing the oven mitt and pulling the cinnamon rolls out. As they cooled, you made the delicious frosting to top off the pastries. Once you were finished with it, you poured the frosting on the cinnamon rolls and quickly cleaned up. Matthew helped himself to one and moaned at the taste of it.

“Oh my god babe. These are amazing!” Matthew complimented as he took another bite.

You giggled and grabbed a cinnamon roll for yourself, taking a bite of the warm pastry.

“Come on, let’s get the movie started.” You perked, taking his hand and leading him to the living room.

Matthew grabbed the remote and got the movie started. The opening scene to the movie gave you goosebumps as you sang along. Matthew joined you, the two of you giggling once the song was over.

The final scene came quicker than you thought it would’ve. This scene topped every other in the movie. You were singing along with Jack and Sally, a smile breaking out on your face

My dearest friend, If you don't mind I'd like to join you by your side

Matthew quietly joined in as he watched you.

Where we could gaze into the stars And sit together now and forever For it is plain as anyone could see We're simply meant to be

The scene ended with the famous Jack and Sally kiss. You looked over to see Matthew staring at you with slight tears in his eyes.

“Lovie, what’s wrong?” You questioned, scooting closer to him.

“I love you so much Y/N. I really, really do. I didn’t think I’d be able to love anyone as much as I love you and I think today solidified my thoughts and feelings.” He gazed as you played with his hair.

Matthew then proceeded to get down on one knee and your breath got caught in your throat.

“Y/N, I don’t have a ring right now but today with dancing with you and just being with you, I know that I want days like this for the rest of my life. I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Matthew smiled as he sniffled.

Tears ran down your cheek as you nodded quickly. You kissed him passionately. Tears both staining your faces as you shared the kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes as he held yours hands.

“Sorry, I didn’t really plan this out all that well. I just couldn’t wait.” He whispered.

You sniffled and played with his hair.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smiled.

Matthew grinned and kissed you again.

From here on out, Matthew wasn’t your boyfriend, he was your fiancé.

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