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bubsdolan · 3 years

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okay now i literally cannot stop thinking about it and its unhealthy. but like imagine if you were the one jerking Grayson off late at night in the living room and you didn’t hear Ethan coming in until you saw the flash of his camera. and when he was like “what the hell are you two doing?? go to bed” and you’re like “we’re just talking, E. jesus christ” meanwhile your hand is wrapped around Grayson’s dick under the blankets 🥴🥴

{you’re gonna be the death of me you really are.}

being bestfriends with the dolan twins had it perks. excluding the endless amount of people who shipped you and one certain extremely good looking, i could fuck you right here right now twin, you were one of the very few lucky people who made a permanent home in their life. you couldn't ever imagine yourself without them- without grayson.

it was like the millions of public eyes knew you had a much deeper, closer bond with the younger twin of the two. you were like two peas in a pod, whenever there was grayson, there was you. whenever there was you, you could pretty much bet your life that grayson wasnt more than a few steps behind. you were attached at the hip, an unbreakable bond that held a little twist.

you were both undeniable in love with each other.

however, your feelings remained under wraps as you were both too frightened to expose yourself and risk the chance of ruining a life long friendship. so of course, to deal with the heartbreak of not being with the one person who you were truly destined to be with, you both had multiple, time wasting ‘relationship’. more so hookups as grayson could never and will never love somebody as much as he loved you.

“wait wait wait. so you’re telling me, she never went down on you? not once?”

it was baring on 3am, the sky fell to a dark blue haze to reveal the stars, you crossed your legs on the sofa to get a more comfortable look at your own. the star in front of you otherwise known as grayson dolan. he shone brighter than any.

you kept your voice at a hushed whisper as you were being mindful of the other, cranker dolan who was completely unaware that you were both still awake and fully invested in each other. your tone held a sense of playfulness, as did your eyes at the way grayson caught you up to speed on his latest hook up.

ebony. her name left a sour taste in your mouth. your heart shattering any ounce of hope you had, as you listened to the man you loved relay all the details of a night he wished to forget. but you were his best friend and he told you everything, no matter how personal or how much it hurt to do so.

however, when hearing that ebnoy reufsed to please grayson in a way you often dreamed about, you were shocked. stunned. flabogasted. how could you ever say no to touching, feeling, tasting the dick of such a god.

“nope. not even a hand.” grayson shifted in his seat at the mention of the topic you had taken a strong liking to.

“a finger?”

“nothing.”

“i would never say no if that was me.” the words leave your lips before you even had the chance to process them. your eyes going wide as grayson choked on his own spit and tried to convince himself he heard you wrong. even though he heard you loud and clear.

you both stare at each other in an awkward silence you had yet to experience in your many years of friendship. your eyes communicating, your bodies naturally leaning closer to each other and grayson’s begging to be touched. he wanted this as much as you.

“think you can do better?” grayson challenged you, back to his normal self without the shift in atmosphere. he proceeded to hide his crotch with a blanket once he reached his arm out and beckoned you over to his side. he couldn't resit taking a deep inhale of your scent when you got close enough for him to do so.

you respond by holding your hand in front of his mouth and demanding him to spit. using his own saliva as lubrication to get him off and prove you were the better woman for him.

“try and stay quiet for me daddy, cant have ethan finding out our little secret,” you wink before finally giving grayson what he wanted and dipping your hand into the waist band of his pants. you palm his cock for a free seconds, sizing him up with your hand and smirking in victory at the low grunt he lets out from a minimal touch.

you had him right where you wanted him, in the palm of your hands- literally.

“bigger than you can handle, angel?” grayson sends a cocky smirk your way when he felt your movements halt. sure you were slightly intimidated by his piece, but you were more concerned about not ruining what might be the only chance you had to see grayson on such an intimate level.

you wanted to savour every moment.

wrapping your smaller hand around his throbbing member, you run your thumb teasingly over the tip of his dick. applying a slight amount of pressure that had him spilling pree cum onto your fingers and causing his head to be thrown back in pleasure.

at the feeling of your hands gripping him entirely, wrapping perfectly around his length and stroking him at a pace grayson could only describe as heavenly, he whimpered your name.

“am i doing ok?” your eyes innocently bore into his. your hand squeezing around him before continuing your motions up and down, feeling every vein, every pulse, every throb. grayson reaches his hand down to grip onto your wrist, his eyes screwing shut as he helped guide your movements. your hands slow and tight and teasing.

“so good baby. fuck i love the feeling of your hands around me,” he replied, groaning.

you continue to pump him faster after his praise. a sense of pride feeling your body as it encouraged you to feel him release in your hand. desperately wanting to make him feel good. you’re so caught up in the feeling of grayson that you fail to notice the new source of light at the end of the hall.

your focus entirely on the way your hands glide effortlessly along his shaft, pumping him at a much faster pace when you feel him twitch. his hips subconsciously bucking into you as he moaned the anglic sound of you name.

“what the hell are you two doing? go to bed” you were startled by a half asleep ethan. both you and grayson jumping at the sudden interruption, yet no matter how hard grayson tried to distance his body from yours, you continued to pump.

pulling the blanket higher up his body, trying to distract ethans wondering eyes away from what was happening underneath, grayson chokes out. “bro-”.

“we’re just talking, e. jesus christ,” you offer him a believable giggle, a smile so innocent it had grayson sending you a death glare into the side of your head. your hands gripping around him and pumping harder at the frill and excitement of being caught. it made you more determined to get grayson to cum whilst he brother watches on obviously.

you watch in amusement as grayson bites down on his lip to hold back his moans. he was so close, so ready to explode and shower you in his cum, he knew you weren’t going to let him have it that easy. grayson’s chest puffs out, his hand holding a tighter grip on your wrist as you work quicker on his hard cock, flicking your wrist at a pace he had never felt before. grayson looked as breathtaking as ever trying not to give himself up.

“whatever, you two are perfect for each other I swear,” ethan has no energy left in him to even fight with the pair of you. he’s far to tired and in need of some hydration that he’s dragging himself to the kitchen without sparing a devilish you and a panting grayson a second glance.

the minute ethan is out of sight, out of mind, grayson’s gives you no warning and realises into your warm, addicting hand. “oh fuck- yes yes, fuck,” his voice raspy, soon fading into soft whimpers as you continue to fuck him through his orgasm.

“such a naughty boy, cuming all over yourself knowing your brother is in the next room.” your knuckles are turning white from how hard you’re gripping him as he humps your hand.

“so-so good.” he gasps. his eyes screwed shut as he empties himself dry. the way he was moaning and shaking beneath you, went straight to your core. making you clench your thighs together to tru and relieve some tension.

a few more pumps and grayson is done for. the feeling of your fist holding him became sensitive, yet the way his eyes darken and his hand reached for your neck, you knew the night was far from over.

“you’re in for it now, sweetheart, and i don’t give a fuck if ethan hears you.”

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talatomaz · 3 years

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beautiful | diana prince x fem!reader

a/n: happy new year !! this takes place during 1984 but before the actual plot of the movie happens. this is really long so sorry in advance

warnings: mentions of attempted assault. sexual references

word count: 3.4k

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reader is a woc and works at the smithsonian as an antiques realtor. after they receive several artefacts specific to ancient mediterranean culture, she enlists the help of diana prince, a senior anthropologist. reader works closely with her and finds herself starting to develop feelings for her and one day, she’s saved by a mysterious female heroine and figures out diana is not all she claimed to be

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“Thank you.”

You smiled to the delivery boy as you showed him where to place the fragile artefacts the museum had just received. It was your job to evaluate whether they were of any value, and if so, whether it was more prudent for them to be sold to someone else or put on display for people to visit.

The moment you were left alone, you’d opened the smallest box in order to determine where these artefacts were from, more specifically, when. You picked up, what appeared to be, a device of some sorts, fit with several random gears. Evaluating the rust and corrosion, you noted on your clipboard that this may have been a Cypriot artefact from the early Bronze Age.

As you made your way through the other boxes, you were about a quarter of the way through when you noticed that all of these antiquities appeared to originate from the Mediterranean. And you knew the perfect person to help explain more about their culture to you.

You gently placed the artefact you were currently examining back in its respective box, locked your office door and made your way to the senior anthropologist who was an expert on the culture.

Lifting a closed fist, you lightly knocked on the door and waited patiently for the door to open, smiling at the person who stood in the door frame when it did.

“Afternoon Miss Prince, are you free for a quick chat?”

You didn’t know Diana Prince all that well, having only interacted on a number of occasions but each time you had, she was incredibly kind and friendly. She had been at the museum longer than you had and was one of the first people to introduce themselves to you and make you feel welcome.

Honestly, there wasn’t much that you knew about her.

She was an enigma.

In the broadest of terms, that was.

By definition, an enigma is someone who is mysterious and difficult to understand.

Now, whilst the brunette was definitely mysterious, she was, by no means, difficult to understand.

One look in her eyes and you immediately saw her for all that she was.

She may not have said more than 5 words to you, but her eyes told you a story. Someone who had gone through immense hurt but remained kind and bright, even in the darkest of times.

Her eyes were beautiful, as was the rest of her. Though that did seem like an oversimplification. She was a goddess, as if sculpted by the Gods themselves - how true that was, you didn’t know yet - and despite that, she never seemed to let her beauty be her one overriding factor. She was extremely smart and intelligent and so much more. Which was why you enlisted her help.

“Of course. Please take a seat.” She said, smiling when you did. “So, how can I help you, Miss L/N?”

“Please, call me y/n. Miss L/N makes me sound like my mother.” You joked.

“Well, then please call me Diana.” She replied in her accent that you couldn’t quite distinguish.

You nodded, “So I’ve just recently come into possession of some ancient artefacts. As you know, I’m required to estimate their value and decide what the museum should do with them. However, it seems that the artefacts I’ve currently examined, all appear to be specific to Mediterranean culture. Now considering you’re our resident expert on that, I figured-”

“That I could come and help you determine it’s authenticity and explain more about them.” Diana finished.

“Exactly. But if you’re too busy, I compl-”

“No, it’s okay.” She interrupted quickly. Clearing her throat, she continued, “I’d be happy to help. I’m glad you came to me, y/n.”

Your lips curved in a smile as you fought to keep the blush that would have certainly risen to your cheeks.

“Shall we?” You asked, standing up, about to head back to your office.

“Lead the way.”

***

For the next month or so, you found yourself working quite closely with the anthropologist, the Smithsonian board having told you both that they wanted you to help create a display for the artefacts to be put on show for the community. Though that meant more work for you, you were secretly grateful because, truth be told, you found yourself developing feelings for the brunette. But you never said a word, knowing she wouldn’t feel the same about you.

You were working late one night, about to leave, before you noticed the light that was on in one of the hallways. Apart from you, you knew that the only person who’d ever stay this late at the museum was Diana. Her, seemingly more committed to her job than you once realised.

Knocking on the door, you waited until you heard a quiet “come in” before entering the office room.

Neatly placed around the room were several boxes, more than likely filled with paperwork and published papers. Her navy leather sofa sat at the far end of the room with a coat draped over one of the arm rests. In front of you, was Diana’s desk. It was as tidy as the rest of the room, papers orderly placed at the ends of the desk, a small lamp placed at the corner and a computer which Diana had been typing on.

Her face softened into a smile when she saw you and she sat up against her chair.

“Hey, y/n. What’s up?”

“Not much. I was just about to head home but since I saw your light on, I figured I’d come by and say goodnight.”

“That’s sweet. Since you’re here, why don’t I walk you out? I was planning on going home myself.”

“Sounds good.”

She grabbed her coat from the sofa and put it on. After locking her door, she walked beside you towards the entrance of the museum.

“You know, it’s a beautiful night and it’s not that late either, why don’t we get dinner?”

You stopped in your path for a brief moment before continuing to walk.

She was asking you to dinner.

Holy shit.

You knew it wasn’t a date since you had had several dinners together whilst working at the artefacts.

But the idea that it could have been still excited you.

And terrified you.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

You had eaten at this cute restaurant, sitting outdoors so you could both bask in the stars. You’d fallen into easy conversation with the brunette, never experiencing any awkwardness or uncomfortable silences. You talked about nothing and everything; every time you made her laugh, you couldn’t help but smile yourself because her laughter was genuine and brought warmth to you.

“I’ve enjoyed tonight, Diana.”

“Me too. I know you don’t get out much so I figured you deserved a break.”

“Hey! What do you mean ‘I don’t get out much’?” You said, feigning being offended while truthfully, you were failing to hide a laugh.

“I’m not judging. Just...making an observation.” Diana laughed.

“Hmm sure. Well, how about you? Are you out often?”

“No, not really.”

“Wow. Now look who’s not a social butterfly.” You joked.

“Yep, we’re just two peas in a pod, huh y/n?” Diana said, smirking when she saw a light blush of red on your cheeks.

***

After that night, you found yourself regularly going out to dinner with Diana and it was getting harder to hide how you felt.

Sometimes, you had a sliver of hope that she felt the same way because she would make excuses to touch you, whether it be gently brushing her hand against yours or stroking her hand against your arm.

But you immediately quelled those thoughts. There was no way someone as beautiful, sweet and smart as Diana would like you.

Shaking your head, as if to rid the thoughts from your mind once more, you walked through the alley that was a shortcut to your apartment.

Abruptly, you felt yourself pushed up against the brick wall, a knife against your throat. You fought the urge to scream, knowing any movement with the sharp blade that close to you would certainly result in bleeding.

“Good girl. Be quiet and don’t scream. Otherwise the next piece of trash left in this alley will be you.”

The moon allowed for you to get a better look at the man holding himself against you. You only saw his face, however, his mouth curved into a creepy smile, reminiscent of Dr Seuss’ The Grinch.

“You are a pretty one, aren’t you?” Even his voice felt slimy, bringing a look of disgust on your face.

“Fuck off.” You said, showing no fear. Oddly, you found yourself feeling calm. Some people may fight and others may flee. But of course, you taunt and curse.

“Oh, you’re going to be fun.”

You readied yourself for anything that may happen, waiting for the opportunity where the blade’s pressure would lighten, allowing you to kick this guy and run away.

But before you could, you felt all pressure against you immediately leave. Looking up, you caught a glimpse of a woman in armour pulling the man off you with, what appeared to be, a glowing yellow rope. The man still held within the rope, she jumped up on the roof and disappeared.

But not before the moonlight had provided some clarity as to who this mysterious figure was.

It was her eyes.

You had difficulty sleeping that night. It was not the attempted assault that had kept you up though, it was the woman who had saved you. You recognised her eyes but the more you thought about it, the more perplexed you became. There was no way Diana was whoever this woman was. But it was her eyes.

This back and forth continued til sunrise when you finally decided to push it from your mind. Yes, her eyes may have been familiar but you hadn’t seen her face nor heard her voice. And if, and when you did, you would then make an assumption as to who she was.

***

“Morning, y/n.”

You looked up to see Diana standing outside your office door, dressed in a simple pantsuit that she somehow made look glamorous.

“Morning, Diana.”

“How are you? Are you okay?”

You carefully noted the thinly veiled concern in her tone before answering.

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, brow raised in question.

“No reason. Just wondering.” She cleared her throat. “I’ve just been finalising some things for the display tonight.”

Time had flown by and you were disheartened when you realised it meant the two of you wouldn’t be seeing each other as often; the two of you would go back to your own lives and separate work.

“Y/N?”

You blinked, having been broken from your thoughts when you saw real concern on her face.

“Yeah?”

“You went a bit dazed there for a moment. Are you sure you’re okay?” Her head tilted in question, her hand lifting to gently caress your arm.

“Yeah, sorry. Come on, let’s finish off this display.”

You had trouble focusing whilst you worked, eyes constantly glancing over at Diana, your mind wondering. You knew that even if she was who you thought she was, it had no effect on how you felt about her. She was still the same Diana that you knew.

Just...more badass than you’d first thought.

The two of you left the museum early evening so you could get ready for the gala the Smithsonian was putting on to show off their new Mediterranean display.

Whilst you had put quite a few antiques up for sale to various buyers and other museums, the large majority of them you had advised the board to keep; explaining how, in the long run, it’d prove more valuable.

You got dressed in a black dress that was hemmed below your knees, a low but classy ‘v’ cut shaped plunged neckline to reveal a small diamond necklace that matched with your earrings. You rarely wore makeup but tonight was an exception so your lips were painted a deep red that complemented your tanned skin and your hair was left free, light curls bouncing against your back.

Once you had arrived back at the Smithsonian, you made your way to your boss and the rest of the board who complimented yours and Diana’s work.

You looked around, wondering where the latter was.

As if summoned by sheer thought alone, Diana appeared beside you; her appearance leaving your throat dry. She was dressed in a long navy dress, a long slit in the side showing off her toned legs. She wore a gold bracelet around her wrist, her lips painted bright red, her curly hair surrounding her face.

“You look stunning, Diana.”

“Thank you. You look beautiful too.” Her smile reaching her eyes.

The next couple of hours were spent rotating around the guests and several investors who commended the both of you on your work whilst simultaneously making sizeable donations to the museum.

Truth be told, you hated this part of the gala. You believed that people should appreciate the art rather than wanting to line up their own pockets. It was the main reason you often avoided company events such as these but since tonight was something you’d organised, you needed to be there.

You were currently speaking with an older male whom you knew was an avid investor. Diana had been pulled aside by another investor who wanted to know more about a certain piece of art.

As you engaged in a polite conversation with the man, you felt a shift in his tone as he became more untoward with you. His words were slurring slightly, having consumed several glasses of champagne, and he starting to make inappropriate advances by grabbing your hand or saying wildly unprofessional things.

“Mr Woodbury, I appreciate your interest in me but I do not feel the same way and I’d appreciate it if you could stop with the advances.” You explained as politely as you could when, in reality, you were trying to hide your anger.

“Darling, you’re a pretty little thing and I could give you the night of your life.” He leered at you, leaning closer towards you.

A strong hand pushed him back, “she said ‘no’”

There was no need to even face the person enunciating each word; you knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

“Miss Prince, we’re having a private conversation.”

Diana stood beside you, her body turned so she faced the both of you.

“I suggest you leave before I have you removed from the building. And if you ever bother y/n again, I promise you, you will regret it. And a promise is unbreakable.”

The male withered under her stare and slithered away from view. You glanced up at Diana, who towered over you, even more so in her heels, and saw the controlled fury in her eyes.

The way the light of the room shone on her face and illuminated her eyes forced yourself in the memory of the night of your attempted assault.

The realisation hit you like a train.

This was the confirmation that you needed.

It was her.

“Y/N?”

You stared into her eyes, unable to tear yourself from her.

“Y/N?” Diana repeated, resting her hand against your cheek. The warmth of her skin against yours brought you back to reality.

“Y-You. I-”

You stumbled over your words, unable to string any words together to form a coherent sentence.

“Come with me.”

Not waiting for a response, Diana took your hand in hers and led you back to her office. She closed the door, locking it behind her and switching on her lamp so the room wasn’t completely dark.

You stood in front of her, still unsure of what to say.

“Y/N, you’ve been acting weird all day. What’s wrong?” She asked, her concern evident in her tone.

“You’re her.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Her. The one who saved me last night.”

You watched as Diana’s eyes flickered with panic. It was only for a brief moment and you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t looking.

Her mouth opened as if ready to disprove any of your thoughts before closing it again when she saw the look on your face.

“How did you know?” She sighed.

“Your eyes.”

“I’m sorry?” She repeated.

“Your eyes. They were the same. Since the moment I met you, the first thing I noticed were your eyes. The way they sparkled with kindness but I could still see the hurt behind it. They’re beautiful.” Your voice faltered as you finished speaking.

“Um, that was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have said that. I-I’ll go.”

As you were about to walk out of her office, she moved to block the door.

“Don’t go.” Her accent came out strong.

“Diana, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Look, I appreciate you working with me these past couple of months. It’s been a great help. We can just forget this happened and just go back to our lives.” You suggested, walking back to the centre of the room.

“What if I don’t want to?”

Her words came out in a low whisper, the huskiness of her voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“W-what?” You swallowed dryly.

“I said, what if I don’t want to forget?” She repeated, walking closer to you whilst you unconsciously backed away slowly until stopping when your back hit her desk.

“I’ve loved spending time with you, y/n. You’ve become extremely important to me. And seeing that guy trying to hit on you earlier angered me because you’re not his. You’re mine.”

Your eyes widened. Though you’d never seen this side of Diana before, you were extremely turned on; a warmth spreading through you.

Diana continued, smiling at the noticeable effect she had on you.

“I know you feel the same way. I see the way you look at me and the way you blush when I catch you staring. You know me. The other me. You’re beautiful and I like you, y/n. A lot.”

You licked your lips and then lightly bit your bottom lip, once again speechless. Never in a million years did you think she’d like you back.

You decided words weren’t going to be enough and instead, you gathered your courage, the alcohol helping you in that respect, and closed the distance between you.

It was a light kiss, practically a peck, just to test the waters as they say but it still felt right.

You pulled away and leaned back against the desk. There was a look in her eye that you couldn’t quite distinguish but before you had any time to dwell on it, Diana instantly kissed you back, this time with more fervour.

She lifted you onto the desk as if you weighed nothing and with her strength, you probably didn’t. Her hands gripped the sides of your waist, steadying you, as you opened your legs wider so she could move between them.

Your arms wrapped around her neck pulling her deeper into you. She tugged your bottom lip between her teeth, not hard enough to make you wince but definitely enough to make you moan.

You felt her smirk against your lips as her hands moved upwards from bracketing your hips to the side of your breasts. She continued the motion before kissing you one final time and reluctantly pulled away.

Your breath came out in a pant, trying to get as much oxygen back into your lungs as possible.

“That was-”

“Amazing.” Diana finished.

You still sat atop of her desk, not having enough energy to move as of yet, and you were sure your legs wouldn’t be able to hold you up either after that heavy make out session.

Diana rested her hands against your waist once more before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek.

How she went from being so full of passion and heat to being so gentle and sweet, you’d never know. You had a feeling she was going to keep you on your toes.

“As much as I didn’t want to stop, we still have people to see. What do you say we talk to a few more guests and then we can go back to my place and finish what we started?”

Diana asked, stroking your cheek with her thumb as her eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I’m never going to figure you out, am I?” You said light-heartedly, as you came to your feet.

Diana held your hand in hers and walked to the door,

“I don’t know. I’d say you know me pretty well already.”

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writingsfromhome · 3 years

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Water under the Bridge (Josslyn II)

A/N: Okay! Here it is!!!! This was fun and made my heart hurt a little but maybe I’m just being emotional. And can you guys believe it’s been over a year since I posted Josslyn?? Where has the time gone?? I don’t think we’re on the sacred timeline anymore........Anyway thank you anon who suggested this storyline, and hope y’all enjoy! <3

Josslyn (Original)

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We’re going to have the best weekends evr, Regan texts me even though she’s just in the other room. Schedules were released for our summer semester and Regan and I had managed to get Fridays off. Summer was going to be so fun, and after two years doing college together we were experts at managing our workload to have fun on the weekends--even if that meant sacrificing a few nights’ sleep.

We’ll make summer our bitch, I text back. I hear a chuckle from her room.

Help me pick out a fit? she texts. I want to tell her Adam would love her in whatever, but I head to her room instead and watch her try on a dozen outfits before settling on the second. I tease her about Adam--they were going steady since first year, but she still got so nervous about him sometimes. Adam’s college was a train ride away so he would come down at least one weekend a month.

As for my own love life, there’d been no one steady. I did the whole hooking up and dating scene in first year but I was romantically burnt out by second. Nowadays, I could go home with someone if I chose to, but I also didn’t mind if I didn’t. My active endeavor to find a boyfriend had stopped when I realized I was trying to fill a gap. Instead, I was learning to be happy on my own.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you?” Regan asks. She was taking the train to Adam’s college and staying with him, there was this big start-of-summer party and she’d been trying to convince me for weeks.

“I don’t feel like being a third wheel,” I tell her honestly.

“You don’t have to!” She goes over her one argument again. “Gaelle’s roommate isn’t even back until next week so she has a spare room! She said you should come. Plus,” she ties her hair up, “it’s the weekend before the semester starts so have some fun.”

I make a noise, and she turns to look at me, totally judging me. It makes me laugh. “That’s why my version of fun is to.binge Netflix and-”

“Y/N!” She groans.

“Fine! I’ll go.”

Two words that would change everything.

***

By the time we get to the campus, Regan and I had come up with a dozen things we could potentially do this summer. I’m high on excitement as we meet up with Gaelle, and the three of us head to Adam’s place.

The sun is almost set by the time we leave, most of the sky is dark but a streak of orange stays stubbornly on the horizon. I pause to take pictures before we’re rushing off.

We approach the frat house--if you could call it that. It was half glass with a very modern structure. The greek symbol on the side of the house was the only indicator it wasn’t a millionaire’s summer-house.

“Since when did frat houses get so modern?” I ask. “This is...nice.”

“Wait ‘til you see inside,” Adam says. And he was right, even the drinks were fancier with their own guy behind the bar...although he was taking the occasional shot and getting progressively drunk.

We settle in an area close to the music and get swept up into the party atmosphere. Some people were beyond drunk already and I enjoyed the slight buzz of the drink in my hand. The views from inside with floor-to-ceiling windows were amazing.

Pretty soon, Adam and Regan break off. We move towards the centre of the party where the typical party shenanigans were happening. We tip back our drinks and pretty soon I’m straddling the line between tipsy and drunk. I find a cute boy with blonde hair and deep brown eyes and makeout with him until he gets too handsy.

“Ugh!” I give him one last shove and look for Gaelle but I’d lost her too. I search for a bathroom but they’re either occupied or have a lineup. This was a huge ass house, one of the bedrooms had to have one.

I open the first door to shouting.

“It’s called locking the door!” I shout drunkenly as I close it. The next room actually is locked, and the next one isn’t but I wish it was. “Eugh.”

I climb up to the topmost level, three doors--one was locked with the sound of people inside and the second is a bathroom. I was grateful people hadn’t made it up this far.

As I wash up, and touch up the mascara that was crusting under my eyes the door shakes as someone bangs on it from the other side.

“Dip! What the fuck are you doing in there? Everyone’s waiting for you!”

My heart pounds at the sudden noise and the deep voice demanding me to open up. The rush of adrenaline sobers me for a moment as I rush to open the door, “Sorry I didn’t realise anyone was...waiting.”

My words slow down and freeze altogether as I realise the fist banging on the door belonged to...him. Harry. He seems just as surprised as me, straightening up before a smile slowly inches across his face, it was almost sweet bordering on predatory. “Y/N!”

“Hi,” I say awkwardly. There was a lot of history and also not at all. I was also, I decide, too drunk for this. Act sober, this is not the night to run into this fucker.

“You-you’re the last person I was expecting to--excuse me it’s... good to see you! You look--you look as beautiful as ever!”

The events from high school that created this tense history between Harry and I was one of the worst things possible to happen to teenage Y/N. The thing is though, that I’d totally bounced back after I had decided he could fuck himself. Although it was awkward seeing him every day until graduation, it made me tougher. I credit it for making me so casual about relationships now...I stopped expecting so much of the boys I saw.

But leaving high school behind, my world expanded with college, I realised how childish it had all been: I’d had a fling with a player, and he’d played the field...It wasn’t that deep. But seeing him now, It made me aware in a way I wasn’t for a long time. Maybe what they said about distance had some merit. Or maybe I was just buzzed.

“Thanks...I wasn’t expecting you either.”

“You don’t uh, you don’t go here do you? I’ve never seen you around.”

“No,” I look out to the small hall but there’s no one there. The room that was previously locked is slightly ajar carrying male voices. “Adam goes here, I’m...with Regan.”

“Ah, Regan.” He smiles. “You’re still two peas in a pod?”

“Obviously,” The stiffness eases at the mention of my best friend. “So...can I get out of here?”

“Yeah sorry,” he moves aside so I can step into the hall. “Um, we’re playing video games in here room if you...you’re probably not interested.”

I clear my throat, Harry was playing video games when there was a party downstairs? I was curious, that maybe he changed.

“Oh,” he laughs and the dimples I adored make an appearance. “I’ve still got it! My frat just hosts too many parties for me to keep track.”

I guess I said that out loud, I bite my tongue but it really has a life of it’s own. “Did you jussay you still got it?” Oh my god, I was teasing him already. What about Harry made me absolute putty.

“Yeah,” he looks almost bashful. “Uhm, go easy I’m a little nervous here Y/N.”

I don’t know what to say to that, I bite my lip so nothing stupid comes out.

“So you’re just here for the night?” He carries on.

“Staying over with a friend,”

“A fr-” he cuts himself off, pressing his lips together. I realize I’m staring and look away.

“I should go-”

“Wait I-wait uh, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in years.”

“Yea,” I play with the rings on my fingers. “M’good, great. College’s a lot better than high school.”

“It’s not even comparable,” Harry says as he leans his shoulder against the wall. He looks perfectly placed there, and a tipsy voice flashes inappropriate thoughts into my head. “So...any...boyfriends?”

“Um,” that was direct. “No. No, I’m trying out being single...”

“Did something happen?” His expression is still casual but he holds himself rigid.

“No? A girl can’t be single?”

“Sure but someone like you...I’m just surprised.”

“Whatever that means,” I roll my eyes and head past him to go down but he blocks my way.

“Wait, I didn’t mean to offend you...” his voice dies out as I cross my arms. “I also didn’t mean to block you in.”

He steps aside and it feels painful to me but I take the small steps towards the staircase. One part of me--I blame the tipsy stupid part, wants to kiss him just to see if there was still something there, see if anything’s changed. The other was listing all the reasons this was an awful idea, to top it off he was a proven player, has broken my trust once before, and went to a school almost 2 hours from mine.

“Y/N,” Harry’s gruff voice says from behind me. My feet turn without permission and he’s right behind me. “M’sorry. Let me start over.”

I glance at his lips, damn. I can’t meet his eye suddenly. Oh god, I was still pretty tipsy. My mind short-circuits and all I can do is turn back to walk away, down the two sets of stairs, past sweaty bodies and loose limbs. In a great coincidence I bump into Gaelle in what looks like a game room.

“Harry goes here?” I ask--shout at her immediately. Her eyes widen, something passes over her face. “Was no one going to tell me he was going to be here?”

“I’m sorry!” She shouts. “I forgot you two had history!”

“I just wish I was prepared,” I say and she doesn’t hear, I just shake my head when she asks me to repeat. I needed another drink, and Regan. Maybe she could remind me why I stopped caring about him.

As I set off to find her, I’m reminded again how stupid this all was. High school was an ancient dream, we were all different people. I was a different person.

But even though what happened in high school was petty and juvenile, I remember how Harry made me feel. How it felt when we were together--even if it was a joke for him back then, I couldn’t forget the feeling of being seen. Of having arms to fall into, even if I knew they weren’t permanent.

“Regan!” I find her sitting on the dining table while Adam spoke with someone else. Her eyes alight and she waves me over. “I saw him! He...he goes here!”

“Who?” Confusion strings her brows together.

“Harry! From...you know Harry! He was upstairs! I--I didn’t know how to act.”

“Shit Harry! I forgot he went here!”

“You knew?” I throw my hands up.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal! He’s a dick but that was high school?”

“No I-” I sigh. “You’re supposed to tell me he’s still a dick! I saw him and it just got...complicated.”

Regan slides off the table and pulls me into a side hug, we can also hear each other better. “You’re a big kid now, do whatever you want Y/N. Tell him off, kiss his face, take revenge, who the fuck cares? We’re taking the train two hours home after this anyway!”

She had a point. But still...he couldn’t have changed much from the boy who hurt me.

“Adam hangs out with him sometimes,” Regan continues. “Apparently he’s not as bad as high school. He’s...mellowed out.”

“Unreal,” I roll my eyes. Adam was just covering for his friend. We hear a cheer go up behind us and Regan bulges her eyes as two guys help Adam up on his hands to do a keg stand.

Regan swears and heads back to him. I walk away, somehow feeling more and less confused after talking to Regan--do I go back up and see what this leftover emotion was, or ignore it as a drunken need for comfort?

But it’s like the decision is made for me when a hand wraps around my arm as I move from the dining area to the kitchen. I already know it’s him before I turn.

“Can we talk?” he asks. I nod and his grip loosens, slipping down into my palm. “Upstairs?” He motions to the staircase and we climb up the two flights. This time he leads me into one of the locked doors and although I’ve never been here, I’d been in some version of this room before. It’s familiar.

I ignore the ache when he lets go of my hand once we’re inside. I set my drink down on his desk and perch on the window ledge, it’s not big enough to sit on but has enough space for a few of his books and a speaker. His room’s pretty near, but then again Harry was never messy.

“So what do you want-” I start just as he says “Let me get this off my chest.”

“Go ahead,” I cross my arms before uncrossing them, and then crossing them again. With the way he ruffles his hair and crosses to the door and back, he seems just as nervous.

“You can leave at any time. I just want to say I was an asshole, I still kind of am sometimes. And I’m sorry for what I did to you. I know it’s like what--2 years late but all that with...Josslyn and all that...I’m sorry.”

Hearing her name makes me want to grind my teeth but I let the feeling pass. I reach for my drink instead to give me something to do. “It’s all water under the bridge.”

“Really?” Harry regards me suspiciously. “Because the way you were talking to me out there...”

“You’re just you,” I shrug. “Harry Styles, player and sweet-talker. I was just guarding myself against that.”

“Because of what happened between us?”

“No...maybe. I don’t know. But honestly, I’m not upset with you. It feels like an eternity ago. I guess it’s just self-preservation.”

“I guess,” he echoes. “So where does that leave us? If you’re all self-preserved?”

I eye him but he cracks a smile, he was teasing me. “It doesn’t have to leave us anywhere,” I snort. “We’re water under the bridge Harry...”

“My parents split,” he says suddenly and I’m reeling with the direction he’s taken. I open my mouth, and close it when nothing comes out. “Sorry, I know that’s random it’s just I never really talked to anyone about how they were rarely home and when they were they were always arguing a-and we spoke about it a lot. About our families so I just...”

“I’m sorry to hear that, do they still live in town?” I ask, wanting to put my hand on his or show him I cared but they stay glued to my drink.

“My mom moved into the city, it’s closer to her job and since I’m not living at home anymore it doesn’t really matter...”

“You still go home?” I ask.

“I don’t even know where home is?” He looks at me then, and the look in his eyes chips at the wall I’d been trying to build all night. Things had changed, for him.

“Are you--do you have someone to talk to?”

His laugh is dry, “They split last summer, convinced me to talk to some therapist. I don’t know if it really helped I think I’m actually better off. They’re better off and I just feel...free.”

I don’t know what to say to that so I stay quiet. He looks back up at me then, cracks his knuckles, before perching on his bed. “I’m just--sorry I’m not telling you that so you can feel sorry for me-”

“I don’t I just-”

“No it’s okay I just want to tell you that because you knew about that stuff. But I’m trying to tell you I’m not the same guy. Not completely, I’m just trying to tell you things changed and so have I.”

It echoes the same sentiment I had earlier in his conversation, and I remember Regan said he’s mellowed out. Maybe it was true. It still didn’t mean I was going to get together with him anytime soon but my heart hurts for him. I walk up to where he sits, he watches me with a steady gaze.

In the quiet, I hear the party going on outside the window, three floors below us. If I listen really carefully, I can hear sounds coming from the video game being played next door. In the stillness, I reach for Harry’s hand and he obliges, grasping mine.

“I wish I could...help you with the hurt. Not knowing where to call home is pretty shitty.”

“Don’t worry about me Y/N,” he pastes on his classic smile and I return one for his sake. It was getting heavy in here. “I’m just happy I got to talk to you. And I just found out you don’t hate me so...” he holds our intertwined hands and shakes it. “woo hoo!” I laugh as we let go.

“I guess I should go back to the party.”

“Yeah, okay. I won’t keep you.”

“Okay,” I’m a little stung he doesn’t suggest I stay a little longer. Maybe it was all in my head, maybe his intentions really were to make amends and that’s it. I pick my drink up from his windowsill and move to the door. I glance back before I go, he’s laying on his bed deep in thought, gazing up at the ceiling. I close the door behind me.

***

I wake the next morning, surprisingly well. I can’t say the same for Gaelle who’d passed me her keys at some point and told me she’d be home late. I spent the rest of the party trailing Regan until I decided I should just go crash. Harry hadn’t come out to find me, and I tried to hide the sour feeling, excusing myself early.

“Fuck me,” Gaelle croaks from her bed when I step into her open doorway.

“How about coffee, and pancakes?” I ask, returning the favor of being able to sleep here.

“I’ll take it,” she flops back into bed. I busy myself with measuring coffee and water, my thoughts occupied with everything Harry and I had been through since we last saw each other. I demonized him for so long, humanizing him is harder to swallow.

What he’d done to me was shitty, there was no denying. But had he really changed? And most importantly, why did I care so much? It’s not like he was the one.

My phone rings: Regan. She’s talking so fast I hardly hear her, only really understand that it was a party ritual to gather in the student centre the morning after a big party. Endless coffee and free food seemed to be the general consensus for a party cure.

“I don’t know if I can make it there,” Gaelle says when I tell her. “I was hoping for pancakes at home.”

“I already put the coffee on but I’m hauling your ass there if you’re not up in 5. Our train leaves after noon anyway and it’s closer to the college.”

Slowly but surely Gaelle emerges and we make our way, spotting Regan easily as the bright spot in a sea of college students in PJs and last night’s clothing. She’s the only one fully dressed, with a full face of makeup on.

“I didn’t drink that much,” she shrugs when we settle around her and Adam’s friends. “Unlike some people.” She looks pointedly at Adam who’s slumped where he sits. I remember the kegger and laugh.

Life soon flows back into the group around us as does the coffee and breakfast foods. I’m relaxed in the environment until I look down the tables to where Harry stands, looking back at me. He raises a hand and I do the same until an extremely tall angel--she was literally wearing a halo, probably from last night-walks up to him and wraps her hands around his waist. She says something to him and he tears his gaze away.

I look down at my cup immediately, my cheeks burning with humiliation. I’d been thinking about him all this time, thinking about how it might feel if I kissed him and of course he had a girlfriend. She never came up, but he never said he didn’t either. He didn’t make any moves on me yesterday, if I looked at it he only made an attempt to talk. Sure he was flirty but that was just Harry and I...I was a fool. I was such a fool. Things may have changed for him but he hadn’t. He was still the same Harry who chose Josslyn over me. He would always have a girlfriend, I was just the girl from his past who he could trust. I couldn’t say the same about him.

“What’s wrong,” my best friend nudges me. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I don’t know,” I look into her concerned eyes. “I’m just going to--I’ll be right back.”

I head out and find the closest washroom. The tears are instant and I let myself cry--out of frustration, humiliation, or some twisted sense of betrayal...it was all the same for me. I check the time, I just had to hold myself together and avoid Harry for another 2 hours before we were back on the train home. I would tell Regan everything then.

*** Three weeks later ***

“If Adam’s over later...” Regan trails off. She’s sprawled on my bed while I sit in my desk chair trying to read one more chapter before I close the books for the week.

“I have my earplugs ready and a second place to stay,” I roll my eyes. “I already told Kiara I might crash on her couch.”

“I owe you,” she jumps back up.

“You owe me like, 7 and a half.”

“7 and a half?”

I’m about to answer but a knock on our door has her racing out. I try to ignore the voices, I just had two more pages I had to get through--the joy of summer classes.

“Y/N?: Regan’s voice is a whisper. “We’re going now but...you have a guest. If you want me to kick his ass I totally can though.”

Standing behind her is Harry. I focus on him, yes it really was him. Why was he here?

“Harry?” I sound confused because I am. He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans, and he’d traveled 2 hours just to get here.

“He wouldn’t leave me alone,” Adam says louder as they leave the room. “I’m sorry Y/N...”

“What is this?” I ask. My feelings are at war with each other, I was still feeling slighted by the last time we saw each other but seeing his face was also an exciting surprise.

“I wanted to see you,” Harry says nervously. He still stays at my bedroom door.

“You can come in...” I stand up and realize I was wearing an oversize t-shirt and the scruffiest PJ shorts I owned. “Phones have cameras now, you didn’t have to come all this way.”

He shrugs, taking one step in. “I liked seeing you in person last time. But I feel like we left it wrong.”

He knows I saw him, what conclusions I must have come to. It wouldn’t be that hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We talked it out.”

He comes to life, “Don’t play dumb Y/N I know you saw me with...I know what you thought and-”

“Did you really come all this way to explain that you had a girlfriend? Like, three weeks later?”

“No that’s the thing-”

“Because that’s kind of dumb. And unnecessary-”

“No listen!” He says a bit louder so I do. “The thing is she wasn’t my girlfriend...we’d hung out a few times but she saw me at the caf and got clingy. We’re not an item honestly, I can’t remember the last time I had a girlfriend-.”

“So why are you here?” My voice is higher than usual. I was confused, and upset, and I wanted him to leave. This was starting to sound like Josslyn part 2.

“You know why I’m here. Y/N I’ve been nothing but a dick to you and I know I don’t deserve you but I really like you. I want to clear the air, and ask you if you can see something here I...”

He trails off when he notices the tears trailing down my cheek. It’s just too much for me, as I finally face the emotions from that weekend. I’d shoved them aside after Regan had gotten onto the train worried her and Adam were headed towards a breakup. I’d put aside what happened and never thought about it. But my heart broke a little that morning.

I knew what I knew: maybe Harry and I weren’t good for each other but we were good with each other. In an attempt not to get hurt I’ve been distancing myself from romantic connections--I found more of myself in doing this, but a part of me was missing without exploring it.

Harry moved closer until we’re nearly touching. I wipe my tears with my shoulder and we stand still on the hardwood floors of my room. An eternity passes before he reaches out to wipe the tear caught in my lashes. I close my eyes to his touch, scared of how much I wanted it.

“Y/N,” my name is a breath on his lips and it makes my heart stutter. My eyes open in slow motion, seeing him so vulnerable right in front of me, and suddenly things speed up and we’re reaching for each other; two waves crashing until they become one.

***

I don’t know how much time had passed in minutes, Adam and Regan are still out but Harry and I had fallen together and crashed apart so many times that I’m dizzy with it.

“You’re wonderful,” he says as we face each other, our noses just nearly touching. He trails a finger down my cheek. “Just...incredible.”

I feel the flush spread through me, “Great vocab Styles. We’re really using the big words.”

“Words are sort of hard right now,” he grins. “My brain’s all mush.”

I laugh, “Not much different to its usual state!”

“I knew you were going to say that!” he tries to reach for me but I skip off the bed with a laugh. “Come back.”

“I have to pee,” I slip on pants and can’t stop grinning the whole time I’m away. When I come back in, the blissful smile on his face tells me everything I need to know. I climb over him but he stops me in place, a knee on either side of his hips.

“I’m happiest when I’m with you Y/N,” he says, his voice roughened with emotion. “I think I always was. Younger Harry liked to self-sabotage.”

I bend down and my hair slips around us. The way he looks at me makes my insides mush. And even though I have proof of why I shouldn’t trust him, he’s here. In my bed. Miles away from where he would be if he hadn’t traveled all this way to see me. And that means something.

“I’m glad you’ve done some growing,” I say to him quietly.

“I had to,” he says softly. “I couldn’t have you like I do now if I hadn’t.”

“I guess we’ve both grown,” I brush a curl from his forehead.

“I know, old Y/N would have punched me if I showed up unexpectedly.”

“Rightly so,” I grin. He smiles back, brushing my hair behind my ear, back over my shoulder. He props himself on his elbow to kiss the shoulder he’d bared. It’s simple, and sweet, but it’s enough to unravel me all over again. And he knows it.

“When does Regan get home?”

“We might have another half hour,” I grin.

“Let’s not waste it,” he mumbles into my skin.

I agree.

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Do you Believe in Happily Ever After? | Joel Farabee

A/N: Hello again! I got such a great response to my first fic I posted which literally made me so happy, so thank you so much to anyone who gave me the time of their day to read my fic. Here is a new fic for mr. joel farabee!! This one is a little longer and I tried my best, feedback always appreciated, but I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Few curse words, overall just fluff

Word Count: 2160

Tagging a few people again so this doesn’t flop,,,

@ollywahlygator @joshsandersons @joelsfarabees @fratboyzegras @sorokns @butgilinsky @ricohenrique

I haven’t been to too many weddings in my life. I attended one for my uncle when I was around 10 years old but I don’t remember much from it. My mother also got remarried around 3 years ago, but up until this year, weddings weren’t a natural occurrence in my life.

This past year though.. I’ve attended two weddings, got an invitation in the mail today for another one, a close friend of mine just recently got engaged (so that invitation will be coming sometime in the near future), and one of my best friends’ wedding is tomorrow. Now I feel like everywhere I look, I am surrounded by love.

Now I’m not saying that is a bad thing, but when every one of your friends are either having kids, getting married, or in serious relationships, it starts to feel a little discouraging. Is there something wrong with me? Am I the reason why I’m still single?-- No, I refuse to think like that! I could get a boyfriend if I wanted to. Maybe my friends are right though… Maybe I’m not putting myself out there enough.

Anyway, one of my best friends, Karly, is getting married to her long-time boyfriend Travis tomorrow. I’ve met Travis, or as everyone seems to call him ‘TK’, a handful of times and I know he plays for the Philadelphia Flyers hockey team-- which is cool I guess, but other than that I don’t know much about his personal life or who he hangs out with.

Karly and I met running into each other at a cafe once. Yeah, yeah I know it sounds like one of those cliche romantic meetings, where two people bump into each other and immediately fall in love. I mean we did hit it off almost immediately and from there we became like two peas in a pod-- just not in the way you think. I’ve always wondered though, if maybe I ran into a handsome man at a coffee shop or walking down the street, would I be having my happily ever after right now?

I snap out of my thoughts when an incoming call from- speak of the devil, the bribe to be. Before I can even say my greetings, Karly jumps right into business;

“Ok! So since you weren’t able to come to the dress rehearsal or rehearsal dinner. I’ll give you the rundown on what you need to do.”

Oh yeah, did I mention that I am one of the bridesmaids? Sadly, I was not able to attend the functions before the wedding due to not being able to get time off from work. But, Karly was super cool with it, which brings us to the reason for this call.

“Ok so basically, your dress and everything is already in the bridal suite, so everything will be ready for you when you get here tomorrow. You’ll be walking down the aisle third with one of Travis’ buddies Joel-- he plays on the team with Trav and he’s such a sweet guy he’ll definitely help you out if you need anything.. You know now that I think about it you guys would be such a cute couple-”

“Uh Karly? I don’t think now's the time to play matchmaker, when we should be preparing for your big day tomorrow.” I cut her off.

“Alright, alright. But I will be coming back to that thought. Ok so anyway--”

After that I kind of zone out from trying to keep up with whatever Karly is spitting at me right now. While still on the phone, I pull out my laptop and search for the name ‘Joel’ with ‘Philadelphia Flyers’ next to it in search of this man who is said to be walking me down the aisle. Right away the name ‘Joel Farabee’ pops up with a wikipedia and multiple photos. Hm this guy is kinda cute. Just as I go to click view more images, Karly’s words register back in my brain;

“Ok y/n, did you get that?”

“Hm.. oh yeah! Got it. What time should I be there tomorrow?” I ask, praying that she didn’t already mention that and realize I wasn’t paying attention.

“8 AM sharp,” she responds all giddy.

I suddenly remember that my best friend is actually getting married tomorrow. Feeling giddy as well I reply, “Sounds good. I am so happy for you Karly and I can’t wait to see how beautiful you look tomorrow!”

Karly does a little shriek in response and reiterates her excitement as well. We then say our goodbyes and I wish her a great last night as an unmarried woman before hanging up. I got back to what I was working on before the call and all my jumbled thoughts entered my brain, totally forgetting about a certain someone named ‘Joel’ as I exited the browser.

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The next morning I arrive at 8:17 AM at the wedding venue and as soon as I exit the Uber, I start booking it to the bridal suite. When Karly says to be somewhere at 8 AM sharp, you be there at 8 AM sharp, and I’m not particularly fond of facing her wrath today, especially on her wedding day when stress levels are through the roof.

There’s just one problem though… Since I wasn’t able to attend the rehearsal, I have no idea where I am going.

Trying to recall the directions Karly told me on the phone last night (when I wasn’t paying attention), I take a sharp turn around a corner looking the opposite direction and suddenly collide with a dead end. Wait- no that’s not a dead end, it’s a person.

Immediately going to spit out an apology, I stop dead in my tracks when I make eye contact with the handsome man I bumped into.

“Oh shit! I am so sorry. Are you alright?” I see his lips moving, which are very nice to look at by the way, but my mind doesn’t register his words as I stare dumbfoundedly at this handsome stranger. Who, now that I think about it, looks a little familiar.

When I still don’t answer, the familiar stranger clears his throat before giving me a once over of my whole body, which does little to bring me out of my trance. If anything I now start to feel my whole face flush from noticing him obviously checking me out.

His face then seems to light up in recognition before asking, “Wait, are you y/n?”

When he notices my look of confusion on how he knows my name he continues, “I’m Joel, Joel Farabee.” Scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, I notice a slight blush coating his cheeks before he adds, “We’re paired to walk down the aisle together… Um, also I think Karly is looking for you. She was kind of freaking out a little.”

With that last sentence my whole body comes back to life realizing that I am late and Karly is going to kill me. Hurriedly I exclaim “Oh my gosh! I am so late and I have no idea where the hell I’m going.” I frantically search around for any directions to point me to the bridal suite.

Joel kindly puts his hand on my shoulder, which immediately ignites a fire on the skin he is touching, before he reassures “Hey, you’re good. Just take your first right down this hall and then it will be at the end of the corridor, you can’t miss it. Seriously. She hung up streamers and balloons everywhere with a poster on the door that says ‘Bridal Suite. NO BOYS ALLOWED’.”

Letting out a soft snort I gently thank Joel before rushing in the direction he pointed me to. Before turning right, I sneak a quick glance over my shoulder to find Joel already glancing my way. My heart does a little flutter when we make eye contact and he gives me a little lopsided grin before going on his way.

What just happened…

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As soon as I walk through the doors of the suite, I am immediately ambushed by the bride to be on why I was late, until she notices the deep blush covering my cheeks, which then prompts another ambush on what made me blush.

I change the topic as quickly as I can and direct our attention on getting ready for the ceremony. Karly looks absolutely beautiful in her white gown and her hair all dolled up. She doesn’t even seem remotely nervous for today as well. Most weddings I have been to, the bride is always going batshit crazy making sure everything is perfect or worrying that her soon to be husband might back out. That just shows how happy and comfortable Karly and Travis are in their relationship. God, I wonder what it must feel like to have that kind of love that is so solid and healthy. Suddenly my mind starts drifting to what it would be like to have that type of relationship with Joel.

Oh who am I kidding? I just met the guy. Sure, when his hand touched my shoulder my whole body felt like it was on fire. And yeah, maybe when he gave me that little lopsided grin it gave my entire stomach butterflies. Oh jeez. Today is gonna be a long day…

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Ok now I feel like my whole body is going to explode. He is looking at me like I’m now the bride and he is the groom. And suddenly, I’m wishing that were the case. We are getting closer and closer to walking down the aisle together, and every step we take towards one another my stomach does a little flip.

When we finally reach each other, he offers his arm for me to take as he speaks, “Wow… Uh yeah wow, you look gorgeous.”

Blushing, I respond with a quiet “Thank you.”

“Guess I was the lucky one eh? In case I end up tripping and making a fool of myself, no one will even be paying attention because all eyes will be on you.” There’s that little lopsided grin of his again.

“Well aren’t you a sweet talker.” I responded.

He just gives me a subtle wink before we ascend through the doors and down the aisle where Travis is waiting for the big moment. He gives us both a little smirk before we part ways like he knows something we both don’t.

…

Eventually Karly walks down the aisle looking like an absolute princess. The officiator says his whole ordeal, Karly and TK both say their vows to one another, there are lots of tears, and Joel and I can’t seem to keep our eyes off of each other.

After the ceremony, we all head in the direction of the reception hall where the real fun begins. Don’t get me wrong, the wedding was spectacular, the way everyone expected it to be. Now as music filled the air with a giddy sort of elation, the newlyweds looking beautiful and so happy while dancing, friends and relatives chatting between one another about this and that; I can’t help but feel a little bittersweet about it. I want this. I want that giddy elation to be surrounded around me, I want to wear that beautiful white gown, I want the guy to be looking at me like I just hung the moon while we had our first dance. Where’s my happily ever after--

“You know you never properly introduced yourself?”

Startled, I spun around to find the source. Joel.

I give him a sweet smile before returning my gaze back to the happy couple and responding, “Y/n y/l/n.”

He follows my gaze and lets out a little sigh before expressing “They’re perfect for each other, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they really are.” Before I can get another word in Joel blurts;

“Do you wanna dance? Like,” He stumbles a little with his words, “like with me?”

Letting out a soft giggle, I happily reply, “I would love to.”

Seemingly relieved, Joel takes my hand and leads me out onto the dance floor as soon as a slow song comes on. He puts his hands respectively on my waist while I put mine around his neck inching him closer to my body. We dance with each other for a while, even after the song is over and a fast high tempo song blasts through the speakers. It’s like we are lost in each other, just savoring this ‘moment’ together.

Eventually after the fourth song comes on and we are still dancing, Joel pulls away just a little to look me in the eye before softly whispering “Do you believe in happily ever afters?”

Seeing that look in his eyes again, the one where it seems like he is looking at me like I just hung the moon? I answer in that same soft whisper, “Yeah… yeah I think I do.”

#joel farabee #joel farabee imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #joel farabee fic #ahh i just wanna dance with joel farabee and immediately fall in love with him #hope you liked it :)#my writing

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thinkingisadangerouspastime · 3 years

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there are no accidents

Kuzon grinned, shifting on the tree branch to face Aang directly. The wood creaked as their legs continued to dangle off the sides, bare feet occasionally brushing. The evening breeze threaded around the two of them, rustling the tree’s dying leaves and sending Kuzon’s hair that had fallen from his topknot in a million different directions. “It was with Bumi.”

Aang’s jaw dropped. “It was not.”

(Written for Day 2 of Aang Rarepair Week: First Kiss OR Last Kiss, hosted by @aangtheestallion. Pairing: Kuzon/Aang. Read here on AO3, or continue reading below.)

It was an accident.

Aang jerked away faster than lightning, lips tingling with imagined electricity where they’d brushed the corner of Kuzon’s mouth. “I’m so sorry!” he sputtered, scrambling backwards and nearly tumbling off the tree branch they were both balanced precariously on. Maybe Kuzon would believe the glaring red of his cheeks was just a reflection of the setting sun? “I swear I was just trying to turn, I didn’t mean to—”

“You’re fine, Aang,” Kuzon interrupted with a laugh, smiling in such an honest way that Aang’s heart melted in his chest. Relief blossomed as replacement, relief and a mixture of… other emotions Aang that was far too overwhelmed—now and always—to consider. “You’re not gonna believe it, but this isn’t the first time one of my friends has kissed me on accident.”

Aang blinked at the revelation, a strange and—and almost hot sensation gnawing in his stomach. “What?”

Kuzon laughed, presumably a reaction to Aang’s dumbstruck expression. “My mom always warned me that some kind of slip-up would happen eventually, since according to her I have no sense of personal space.” He shrugged. “Still. As of now, I’ve only experienced two accidental kisses in my life. Could be worse.” He smiled at Aang again. “So I promise you, it’s really not a big deal.”

A beat passed before Aang nodded. He returned Kuzon’s reassuring smile with an admittedly far more awkward one of his own. “Okay. If you’re… If you’re sure.” Heat crept up his neck as he absentmindedly rubbed his lips together. He knew the sensation was nothing more than a figment of his imagination, but part of him swore he could still feel the warmth of Kuzon’s feather-light touch across his skin. “I mean, I’m glad I didn’t ruin your first kiss, at least. Then I might not have been able to forgive myself.”

Kuzon burst out laughing. “Oh yeah, that happened a year ago. You’re well in the clear.”

Aang barely withheld an overdramatic scoff, because really. Kuzon couldn’t just say that and not expect him to inquire for more details! “Who was it?” he asked, eyes wide as he finished shoving his embarrassment into a locked box at the back of his mind, never to be opened again. “What happened?”

Aang’s jaw dropped. “It was not.” The strange, fiery sensation in his stomach grew stronger, just as he’d started being able to ignore it.

Kuzon nodded, his grin only widening. “Yep. And like I said, it was a total accident!” He braced himself on the trunk of the tree, leaning his back against it. “I was visiting Omashu this one time with my dad. Bumi and I were sparring together, and you know he’s almost as much of a prodigy with earthbending as you are with airbending, so he had me beat within ten minutes. Well, probably less.”

Aang raised an eyebrow, certain there was more story to follow. “But?”

“But, Bumi can be a lot more unwieldy with all his rocks than you are with the air,” Kuzon continued, gesturing wildly around him, “and at the end of our match when I was yielding, he managed to nick me in the face across the lip with the tiniest pebble you’ve ever seen.”

He touched beneath the left corner of his mouth, and sure enough Aang could see a slender scar, so faint across his friend’s brown skin that he’d never have noticed had Kuzon not pointed it out. In another year, it might have faded entirely.

“Bumi felt bad, obviously, and he tried to come over and see if I was okay. He takes two steps, trips over one of the very chunks of earth he’d been bending with, and ends up crashing on top of me!” Kuzon snickered as he shook his head. “I’m pretty sure you can figure out what happened next.”

Yes, Aang had a very clear idea of the following events. But despite that they were quite possibly the most hilarious mental images he’d ever had the good fortune to be graced with, he only managed a weak laugh in response. “Wow. That’s—That’s quite a story.”

For a reason Aang couldn’t put a finger on, he was not particularly keen on the idea of Bumi—of anyone, really—reaching towards Kuzon to check his injury, fingertips gently brushing over his friend’s bottom lip.

Huh.

“It was really awkward at the time,” Kuzon admitted, “but you know Bumi—he was over it by the next day.”

Aang nodded, throat tight. “Yeah, that sounds like him.”

“So that’s the story of my accidental first kiss!” Kuzon said with another laugh, throwing his arms out. He glanced at Aang, their eyes meeting for the briefest of seconds before Aang tore his gaze away. “What about you? Have an embarrassing first kiss story you’d like to share with the class?”

Aang swallowed. As of about five minutes ago… Well, yes, he did. Although he did not want to ‘share it with the class.’ He also didn’t want Kuzon to feel bad, because it wasn’t his fault! The kiss had been a near-inevitable consequence of their casual closeness and the unsteady tree branch they still remained perched upon. “I mean, I guess I…” He trailed off after only a few words, and Kuzon’s eyes widened.

“Oh, Agni. Did I—”

“It’s not a big deal!” Aang hastily reassured him, echoing Kuzon’s own words from minutes earlier. He tugged at his yellow collar, unsure why he felt so warm when the evening breeze had not stopped circulating around them. “It was just an accident, like what happened with you and Bumi in Omashu, I bet it won’t even matter to either of us tomorrow! If you want we can pretend it never happened at all”—okay, he was rambling, he needed to wrap it up—“and, I mean, if I was going to accidentally kiss anyone, I’m glad it was you.”

Aang froze as soon as the words escaped his lips. Oh, spirits. Had he said too much? Revealed too much, been too open? Gyatso often warned him that his rambling could have unintended consequences, but this—

“Really?” Kuzon was staring at him. Steady, curious, but neither anxious nor piercing. No judgement laced his calm tone. “Why do you say that?”

Aang opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish-canary. First he’d talked himself half to death, now words failed him. Great. “I guess because”—he faltered, shaking his head—“I mean… you’re you.” He dropped his gaze to his lap, hands shaking with just enough intensity to be noticeable. “We’ve known each other since we were kids. I trust you more than anyone, and so I—it makes sense to me—”

Aang cut himself off with a laugh. Maybe a little strained, maybe a little exhilarated. “Of course I trust you with my first kiss, Kuzon. Even if it was an accident and we almost fell out the tree because I freaked afterwards.” Not wanting to end on too serious of a note, he tore his eyes away from his shaking hands to wink at Kuzon and add, “You’re also the prettiest of my friends by far, so that’s a nice bonus.”

Kuzon burst out laughing. Aang wondered if it was a trick of the scarlet sunset that made Kuzon’s cheeks appear so flushed with red. “I mean, I could say the same for you,” his friend teased. “Those tattoos are very flattering.”

“Guess we shouldn’t tell Bumi he’s the odd one out?”

“Eh. I think Bumi unquestioningly believes his chipped tooth is the most attractive feature known to man. Who are we to tell him otherwise?”

Aang laughed again. A fair point.

“So, we’ve both had awkward, accidental first kisses,” Kuzon mused after a pause.

Aang nodded. “Yep.” Against his will, or maybe just following his subconscious will, his gaze flickered over to Kuzon’s lips. But he didn’t allow his eyes to linger. “What are the odds of that?”

“Probably not high. But we’re usually outliers to the average, aren’t we?”

Ha. That felt like a polite way of saying they were two peas in a weird pod. And yet… Aang found he didn’t mind the comparison.

Not when Kuzon was the one making it.

“You know,” Kuzon said after another beat had passed, his voice low enough to be a whisper, “we don’t… we don’t have to consider those our first kisses. Since they were just accidents.”

Aang proceeded to endure a rapid spiral of emotions, the high being his realization that Kuzon’s first kiss didn’t belong to Bumi, and the low being his disappointment that—oh. That meant his first kiss wasn’t with Kuzon, either.

Of course, what right did he have to be disappointed by that?

Aang realized he’d let silence hang in the air a second too long and nodded. “Yes. Sounds good to me.” He paused. “Like having a clean slate.” Out the corner of his eye, he noticed Kuzon lick his lips. Aang watched said motion with probably too much closeness for someone who was supposed to be disregarding their accidental kiss.

“If you were wondering…” Kuzon’s voice was quiet, even more so than before, and his ears were red as he looked anywhere but at Aang. “I’d trust you with my first kiss, too. Only you.”

It was Aang’s turn to blush crimson to the tips of his ears. “Really?” Yikes, his voice resembled a squeak far too much for his liking. Aang cleared his throat. “I mean—are you sure?”

Kuzon laughed, and their eyes finally met again. “I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t sure. You know me. Confidence or bust.”

Aang did know him. Better than anyone.

He swallowed. “So if we both feel that way, then…?” Aang didn’t dare to hope, and yet all he could do was hope, unable to tear his gaze away from Kuzon’s. At some point, his friend had leaned towards him, their noses mere inches apart. Aang didn’t know which of them had laced their fingers together, but he did know that he was not complaining about said act.

“Then we could kiss. On purpose.” Kuzon’s face was burning and spirits, Aang’s was, too. “No accidents.”

“Okay,” Aang breathed, grip tightening on Kuzon’s hand as Kuzon broke into a wide—if still flustered—smile. “Okay.”

Kuzon tilted his head, lips parting ever so slightly.

Aang hesitated. Then he leaned in, eyelids fluttering shut—

(He missed, at first. Aang barely caught Kuzon’s bottom lip with the kiss. After they finished laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe, Aang once again nearly toppling off the tree and Kuzon catching his arm in the nick of time, they tried again. And this kiss?

There was nothing accidental about it.)

#hehe kfp quote #aangtheestallion #aang rarepair week #kuzaang #aang #kuzon #atla #avatar the last airbender #aanglove #atla fanfic #amy writes

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cloudy-leonhart · 3 years

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Request for a Erwin or Levi X Reader where the reader lost their twin on the 57th expedition. After wards they find them having a break down late at night and they find out they have no one left, like they lost their entire family in the fall of Wall Maria and then their twin.

Ah- yes the angst 😭😭 Do you guys like me for my angst fics?? Is that it?? LMAOO

I’ll name your twin as Elise, so it’ll be easier to write!! Imagine if I do a part two of Reader confronting annie-

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Two By Two. (Levi Ackerman x Reader).

Summary: you and Elise were like two peas in a pod, always attached at the hip, Levi had to choose, it was you or her and he had to choose. He just couldn’t live without you, he had to be selfish.

Gender Neutral Reader.

TW: family death, blood, injury, swearing.

Theme: Angst/Fluff, canonverse.

Recommended Song: Butterfly’s Repose - Zabawa.

“Elise! Ten-meter, beside you!” You warned, Elise barely avoided the huge fingers reaching for her. You cursed in your head, you couldn’t believe that the female titan had sabotaged your whole expedition.

“Reader! What’re you doing?!” You had grabbed onto Elise, holding onto your twin sister tightly. “Saving our asses!” You spat out, trying your best to get your sister to safety. “If we carry each other, we won’t lose as much gas and we’ll make it to base!” You explained holding tightly onto Elise’s waist.

Your comrades screams and yelps of pain filled both you and your sister’s ears, you ignored them with an aftertaste of guilt running down your dry throat. The titans seemed like they cherry-picked other fellow soldiers, you tried your best to scan the area, hoping you could catch a glint of the corps’ base with your eye. You were left with disappointment when you saw the brown blurs of trees pass you by.

“Reader..” Elise shook you out of your thoughts, her eyes were laced with fear as she stared behind you, “Elise, just don’t look back! It’s not worth it!” You tried to persuade her to look back, thinking she was traumatized about your comrades being eaten.

“We aren’t gonna make it..” Elise mumbled, you had heard her, since holding her tightly made her curl up to you, her face was over your shoulder. “Reader, stop!” Elise screamed, flinging her body everywhere, making it a pain to swing from tree to tree without dropping her.

“Are you giving up now, Elise?! We’re doing this for Ma and Pa, remember!?” You screamed back, Elise and you argued mid-air as you both didn’t watch what was in front of you, crashing onto a tree branch.

You had hit the bark harshly, a yelp of surprise and pain passing through your lips. “Elise-” You felt your sister’s hands roaming your gear, removing your gas canisters. “What are you-” She had disconnected her gas canisters and reconnected them with yours.

“Elise, stop!” you tried to keep her from replacing your gas canisters, hoping, begging. Elise’s hands shook, as she made sure that the gas canisters were secured tightly.

“Reader, get a hold of yourself! We’re not gonna make this together.” Elise held your frantic face in her hands, making you forcefully stare at her, how the pain and unknowing look in your eyes pained her dearly. She could feel death crawling up her back, each an every rumbling footstep the female titan took, coming closer.

“You’re lying! We can find the base and we’re gonna get out of here, Elise!” She closed her eyes tightly, before cutting off your rambling out of panic. “Reader, stop.” She shook your head to keep you focused on her. She glanced over your shoulder, a figure approaching both of you from far away, at an immense speed. “Only one of us can live, reader,” You shook your head holding onto your sister’s hand tightly. “And like hell, I’m gonna watch you die like Ma and Pa.”

You could hear and feel the female titan was close, “No! No, not like this, please-” You begged, not letting go of your sister. “It’s okay, Reader. Remember? We’re twins, we’ll be stuck together, even in our next lives,” You couldn’t tell if it started to rain, or your eyes just started to spill. You felt your nose sting, a reoccurring headache starts to surface.

“You don’t know that, Elise..” You cried out, still in disbelief. You could tell that it was mere minutes before the female titan were to kill either one of you, if not both of you. “Reader, we have a bond that’s tried and true. It’s always gonna be you and me.” A saddened laugh left your sister’s mouth.

“Me and you.” You could feel yourself slowly start to accept that only one of you was going to live, you slowly let go of your sister’s hand in acceptance, both of knowing that only one of you gets to see the outside of the damned forest, and that your sister made it clear that her choice was to let you live.

You looked at the huge foot about to crush you both, ‘the titan’s here!-’ You thought, standing up to best get yourself out of there. A push from your sister was felt, you fell into someone’s arms. You felt everything go slowly, your sister’s tear-stricken face looked at you with a pained smile, as the female titan’s foot kept coming closer and closer with each second passing by.

You saw her mouth an apology before everything resumed normally, you watched and heard the tree crack, a dent on the dark oak wood, of the wretched titan who murdered your sister in front of your eyes lay forever on that tree.

You looked up to see your saviour’s face, jet black hair clouded half your vision as the rest was clouded by the underside of your hero’s chin. “Levi?..” You mumbled, he looked down twisting his ODM gear to turn you both around, trying your best to get to safety.

“I’m sorry, Reader.” You heard his last words muffled out, as shock takes over your body, you couldn’t hear or smell the rain’s muddy scent as darkness started to take over your sight, the last thing you saw was Levi trying to speak to you, coming out muffled and finally, you passed out from shock.

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The clean scent of isopropyl alcohol filled your nose, as you twitched from the overbearing smell of cleanliness. You opened your eyes to the light on the ceiling, wincing in pain. Your head and arms ached, from being still in one spot for too long, you sat up, the only sounds you could hear was the rustling of the thin blankets the medical wing could offer and the footsteps of nurses from outside your curtained space.

“Oh, you’re awake!” A nurse chirped out, holding a tray of what you assume was dinner based off on the meal placed. “You passed out during your expedition. It wasn’t a success. You passed out from trauma, that’s what the doctor concluded.” The nurse kept the one-sided conversation going, you felt your throat was dried, you took the glass of water out from the nurse’s hand, shooting her a sorry glance as you chugged the water downed.

“Where- Where’s Levi, and- and my sister?” Your raspy voice came out painfully, as you held your chest as if it would help your dry throat. “Your sister?..” The nurse tensed from her spot, before relaxing. “I’m so sorry..but, you’re the only L/N registered so far.” She explained, a sympathetic expression painted her face.

“Either, she’s MIA or, her body is..” The nurse explained, replacing your blankets with clean ones. Was it not a dream? Your mind raced as you tightly took hold of the nurse’s shoulders. “You’re lying! That was a dream!” You started to panic, shaking the poor nurse, scaring her immensely. “Where is she?! Where is Elise?!” You screeched, as the nurse started to panic, fearing for her life.

The sounds of the curtain hooks screeching against the bar was heard, a pair of arms holding you down. “Reader, stop that stupid behaviour!” A familiar voice pinned you down on your bed as you screamed and thrashed around on your bed, you took staggered breaths as you tried to free yourself. “Look at me, Reader!” The same voice called out, his hands maneuvering to hold both of your hands above yourself as his free hand held your chin, making you stare at the steel-grey eyes that could calm you down besides your sister.

“It’s okay, it’s me, it’s Levi, Reader. You’re okay.” He repeated, as you started to calm your erratic behaviour, your eyes wet from the tears that kept pouring out. Levi curled his arm around you body and shoved your face into his chest to muffle your cries.

With every cry you let out, you could feel your heart beat painfully and insanely. You squirmed your legs around kicking and flailing around as Levi held you tighter, hoping that holding you longer would stop you from flailing like a crazy person.

You cried your mind, heart and lungs out into Levi’s chest, you could taste your salty tears, Levi’s clean and soapy scent overwhelmed your nose. The tears clogged your nose as you let out left sniffles, your eyes were shut tight, scared to open them.

Levi sighed, kissed your hair as he just held you tightly, he knew he could care about you ruining his shirt. With every painful breath you took, his heart broke little by little, as he silently ordered a few other nurses to take the nurse you assaulted out of the room.

It felt like hours passed by while Levi held you, you could feel him softly rock you, place short kisses to your forehead and on your hair as a way to comfort you, knowing he struggles with giving words of comfort was not his strong suit, you accepted his affection.

Levi was the only one who was important to you that rivalled your love for your twin sister. You held him tightly, he wasn’t just like your lifeline, he probably was, you wouldn’t know how to continue living if you lose both your lover and your only family.

“I’m sorry, Reader.” He mumbled into your hair, hearing that your painful cries have dulled into sniffles and staggered breaths. “Levi..she was my only family, she was my twin. We were supposed to be always stuck together.” Your voice has become meek and feeble.

“I know, Reader. I know.” Levi’s expression was focused, as he just held you, his arms ached but he didn’t care, he managed to maintain the tightness in his arms as he held you, you felt safe in his arms, you always went to him to get a hug when you were unsure of surviving through this painful hell of a world.

Long minutes went by, with every minute starting to get quieter and more quieter until it was just your silent figure holding onto Levi’s figure like a teddy bear. “Me and Elise both knew I could only save one of you, and I’m sorry for that, Reader.” Levi confessed, his chin was now laying on top of your head. “We’ll go back some day to retrieve your sister’s body okay? We’ll give her a proper burial. It’ll be alright.”

He looked down at your figure, you stared at him back, your eyes red and your nose puffy. You looked like you had a cold. Levi felt you nod against his chest, you listened to the beat of his heart, listening to his heart felt like therapy for you.

“Levi..” You mumbled out, he let out a hum at the sound of his name. “I’d give all the kingdom’s treasures if she came walking through that door..” You confessed, staring at the closed door of the medical wing. He just hummed again in response. Knowing he too, would do the same if it meant to bring back his friends.

You both held each other for the night, you understood that Levi’s probably the only one who can calm you like this, Levi’s the only person you’ve got left. You made a promise within your head that you’d keep Levi safe, you’re gonna make damn well sure that not a scratch gets on Levi.

You slowly started to fall asleep, with a new goal in your mind, and a relit fire of determination in your heart.

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melzula · 4 years

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Sup. may i request a Mako x reader where they are childhood friends who have romantic feelings for each other but haven't confessed due to them thinking they like other people and the rest of the new team avatar are trying to get them together and in the end it works.

a/n: I hope you don’t mind me doing this as a hc, it’s just a bit easier :’) ♡

Anytime you met someone new they immediately assumed you and Mako were together, not that they were wrong to do so

You could never find one without the other, always attached at the hip and always looking out for each other, you and Mako were two peas in a pod

You first met when Mako was seven and you were five, just two little children running through the streets together and getting into all sorts of trouble. Your parents didn’t approve of the friendship, but you found ways to sneak past them in order to see your friend

You grew close almost immediately, Mako always quick to protect and defend you whenever the occsssion arose. He would swipe your favorite sweets from the stands in the streets and you’d often sneak him into your house so that he and Bolin wouldn’t have to spend the night on the streets

You were like the sister Bolin never had, so when his new friends started to notice just how close you and his brother were the earth bender knew he’d have to get their help and get you two together

Which is surprisingly tougher than they originally imagined

Because despite how much you and Mako obviously like each other, you’re both too afraid of rejection to speak up

Both of you have dated other people despite the feelings you harbor for one another, and it is because of this that you both assume you’ll never be more than just friends

Until you get a message from Bolin urging you to come to the training room and see an injured Mako. You dropped everything to see him, but when you arrive no one is there

“Y/n?” A voice calls from behind. “What are you doing here?”

“Mako?” You retort, confusion clear in your tone. “I came because Bolin said you were hurt, which.. obviously isn’t true in the slightest. Why are you here?”

“Bolin told me to meet him and Korra here for an impromptu training session but they’re not here. And now I’m starting to think they’re up to something.”

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out,” you reply sarcastically with a small laugh, Mako shooting you a wry smile in return. “But now that we’re here... it’s been a while since we’ve spent one on one time together.”

“It has, and I’m really sorry about that. It’s just been so busy with pro bending tournaments and my work for the police. But you know you’ll always be my number one girl, right?”

“I do,” you reply with a meek smile. “Hey, you wanna get a quick bite to eat? My treat.”

“I would.”

So after purchasing some delicious barbecue meat skewers from a nearby street vendor you and Mako both take a moonlit walk in the park. The sky is beautiful, and you don’t notice that a certain Avatar is blowing wind into the trees so that the flower petals from above fall gracefully upon your figures

You also don’t notice a certain earth bender make a small hole in the ground for you to trip over so that Mako can catch you in his firm grasp

“You okay?” He asks. His eyes twinkle as they stare down upon you and you gulp. You’ve always loved the color of his eyes, warm and safe.

“Yeah,” you breathe out quickly, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt and clutching tightly at the material as if your life depends on it. “I umm.. does this feel weird to you?”

“N-No, not at all. It’s uh, it’s actually really nice... of course, unless you don’t think it is.”

“No, no, I think it’s great. Lovely. Really nice,” you stutter with an awkward smile.

“Oh for the love of spirits, just kiss already!” A voice in the distance shouts, once that forces sheepish laughter from the both of you.

“Maybe your brother has a point,” you tease, instantly recognizing Bolin’s exasperated voice.

“Sometimes he makes very good points,” Mako notes with a small smirk, and before you can say another word he pulls you in for a long awaited but much appreciated tender kiss

Cheers erupt from behind the bushes as Bolin and Korra high five at the scene before them, Asami watching on with a fond smile

Their work is finally done, and you and Mako are finally together

#mako #mako x reader #mako imagine #mako headcanons #bolin #bolin x reader #Korra #korra x reader #asami #the legend of korra #lok #lok x reader #lok imagine #request

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sarcastically-defensive17 · 4 years

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Far away - P. Parker.

This is an overload of angst, inspired by - and named after - ‘Far Away’ by Nickleback (yes, I’m a nickleback fan, I’m sorry). There WILL be a part two.

No this was not requested, and the gif is not mine. I hope y’all like it!

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

WARNING: the contents of this story may be triggering to some readers. This story contains: domestic arguing, mentions of familial death and guilt, mentions of violence, mentions of abandonment, pregnancy, Peter and Y/N both being bitches, and all round angst. Please do not read if this may cause you any offense or trigger you in any way

It had been near 2 months since she had seen Peter. In person, that is.

The relationship between Y/F/N and Peter Parker was an odd one. Best friends through middle school, they were like two peas in a pod. Inseparable to the point where Y/N was adopted as an honorary Parker.

In high school, tragedy struck both of them. Y/N’s mother left, divorcing her father and leaving for California. Ben Parker died, shot by a lawless mugger when he was out looking for Peter. Peter blamed himself. Y/N fell in with the popular crowd, looking for any chance to distract herself from her overwhelming anger. Peter became distracted, finding any and every excuse to escape school once he began an internship with Mr. Tony Stark. Peter and Y/N often vied for the attention of Liz Allen, their crushes on the woman making their anger with one another overflow whenever they were in each other’s presence.

In University, they reunited and decided to start over. One thing led to another and they quickly became lovers, with distance between.

Until she fell pregnant. 7 months into their relationship, she found out about the new life growing inside of her. She was ecstatic, but full of nerves. Peter was anxious, worried for his child and the woman he loved.

Life as Spider-Man was hectic. He grappled with the thought of her getting hurt because of him every day. He had seen the danger that had come to Pepper, what happened to Ben, Ned, almost everybody he held dear.

Her first trimester went by with a rocky start. Y/N fought with her own fears, wondering how she could be a mother when her own wasn’t there to teach her. Nevertheless, she loved peter. She gave her all to him, but he was distant, growing more so every day.

She didn’t want him to go. He had risked his life - and their relationship - far too many times in the past year. He knew it was a risk, he knew his life would be in danger every second he was undercover, but he still went.

Then Tony told him to go undercover.

She was in New York, about to hit her third trimester, and he was in Belgium, unaware of the life growing inside of her.

He broke the news to her of his undercover mission with Clint three nights before he left. That same day, he had missed their scheduled appointment to find out the sex of their baby.

To say there was an argument would be an understatement.

She had printed the picture up, gotten a card for him, and left it waiting on their shared bed for when he got home. Spider-Man was only half of his job, the other half was spent with incredibly long hours at the lab with Tony working on whatever their incredible minds could think of that day.

Sometimes she felt as if their relationship had been mostly made up of her waiting on him.

He had walked in the door, moving to gather his stuff together from the spare room they had in their apartment that housed his gear. They were set to turn it into a nursery.

He told her of the mission as soon as he walked in, immediately erasing the excited grin from her features.

“How long is it going to take?” She fought the nerves from building, knowing that the longest mission he had been on before had been two weeks. Tony told her when her and peter moved in together that Peter wouldn’t be expected to go on a mission any longer than that.

Peter sighed, grabbing a large bag. He had to head back for debriefing, and training before the mission began. He didn’t expect to be back home before he had to leave. He didn’t want to leave her, but he had came to terms with the fact that he was Spider-Man before he was Peter.

“I don’t know, Y/N. At least a month and a half-“

“You can’t go!” She interrupted.

Peter chuckled softly, paying no mind to her growing anger. “Yeah, I do. Clint and I are the only ones that can go unnoticed. Nobody has seen my face, and Clint has done so many undercover missions. He’s practically living a new life every month.” He hustled around the room once again, grabbing every box of spare cartridges for his web shooters. “After all, this is what I do.”

Y/N scoffed. Recently, he had been putting everything before his family. He missed their anniversary in favour of working on a new web formula with Tony. Her birthday was spent alone with nothing but a 10 minute phone call from him because he was on patrol. Now, he had missed the day they had both been looking forward to for months.

She didn’t want to be selfish, she loved him fiercely, but his child needed him too. Every time he left the house with his suit, she feared for his life. Now, she had the baby to think about too. It was about more than just her.

She tried to push down her feeling that he didn’t even want to be a father.

Peter rolled his eyes at her scoff. “Y/N. I’m Spider-Man. That means that I need to help people, not just be here when you want me to.”

“That’s not what it is, Peter!” She exclaimed, eyes widening at his words. “I’m due in three months!”

He rubbed his hand down his face, huffing. “Y/N, can you just stop? Please? I need to go, and you’re not going to stop me. This is my job. Tony and May are here.”

“I thought your ‘job’ was spending hours with Stark and forgetting that I exist,” she snarled, making quotation signs with her hands. Tensions had been high between them lately, the past two weeks turning their house into a war zone. She was sure her news would bring a happier note, but the news was all but forgotten at the time. “We are your family, Peter!

His eyes were blazing with anger, his bags in his hands as he slipped past her to the door. He spared a look at her swollen stomach, almost sadly.

“Peter!” She called after him as he ignored her, stomping through their apartment.

She tried a few more times, latching onto his hand as he got closer to the door.

“Please, don’t go. The last mission you were on, you came back with four broken ribs and a concussion. I can’t lose you, we need you,” he refused to look at her.

“You won’t lose me, y/n. I’m an adult, I don’t need you to babysit me. Enough, I need to go. This is about more than just you, so please cut the crap,” he sighed at her, anger pulling his brows down and crinkling his nose in the way she had memorized.

Y/N had struggled with trust issues since before her mother left, and she had used all of her courage to trust peter, but the anger and fear were too much, her mouth working without instruction. “Why don’t you just fucking admit that you don’t want to have a family, Peter? You’ve made it perfectly obvious that the baby means nothing to you!”

That set him off. “Grow the fuck up, Y/N. This may shock you, but this isn’t about you, for once! Don’t you ever say that I don’t want this child.”

She scoffed at him again, spitting, “you couldn’t even bother to fucking show up for the sonogram today. Our baby is fine by the way, not that it matters, obviously.”

His laugh was evil. “You’re so fucking perfect, aren’t you? I’m sorry that I have a job, unlike you. I fucking save people, every day. I don’t have time to hold your hand through fucking everything because you’re a narcissist!”

She was taken aback by his shout, her next words flying out without the filter between her brain and mouth coming into action. “You know what? Fine!” She shoved his arm away. “If you walk out that door, don’t fucking bother coming back. You don’t care that we need you here, so don’t even bother being apart of this.”

“You’re kicking me out because I’m going on a mission?” His laugh was sarcastic, almost full of disbelief. “You really are selfish, Y/N.” He wrenched the door open with his free hand, not bothering to kiss her like he always did before a mission. No further words were exchanged, only a longing glance at her stomach and a fleeting look in her eyes.

She was left in the quiet apartment.

She trudged to their room - her room, now - fighting the tears threatening to fall. The photo of their baby was sitting carefully on the bed right next to the card.

The dam broke, tears streamed down her face and sobs ripped from her chest.

She picked up the photo of herself and Peter from when they announced their pregnancy. He was on his knees in front of her, hands on either side of her small bump, smiling brightly with love in his eyes, and she was looking at him the same way.

She flung it against the wall, watching the glass shatter from the frame and fall to the ground.

She pulled the card up from its spot, reading over the words inside.

‘I have loved you all along, Peter. Thank you for beginning this journey with me. We’re so far from where we began.

I know that our little girl will be as perfect as you are.

All my love, Y/N.”

The two months has passed agonizingly slow. Her heart wrenched each day when she woke to an empty bed. Their baby grew steadily, now a month away from making her entrance.

Her new routine had been to watch the news every morning before her daily run. Her work hours had decreased, but she filled her schedule to clear her head, in order to stop the pain.

She hadn’t spoken to peter since he left, she barely even knew where he was.

Jedd Walters was on the news, his booming voice echoing through her house as she watched from the kitchen.

“This just in,” his voice grew more urgent. “After months of being undercover, we are saddened to report that beloved Avengers, Spider-Man and Hawkeye are missing after a KGB detonated bombing brought down the building they were in. After two days of searching, neither man has been found, but many Belgium citizens have been wounded, with no casualties as of yet. More information will come available as the story progresses.”

The scream that tore from her throat was full of pain, and the tears that fell from her cheeks burned.

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eideticmemory · 4 years

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EVER SINCE NEW YORK VIII | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 8! Read Part 7 here!

SOUNDTRACK:

Cry Baby - The Neighbourhood.

Past Lives - Børns.

The Few Things - JP Saxe.

Word Count: 2,832.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, drinking, recreational drug use, a bit of angst.

Spring, Senior Year.

Los Angeles,

California.

“Not pregnant.”

You fell to your knees, grasping at the air in a fit of relief. You clutched your stomach and gasped for breath.

“Not pregnant.” Claire repeated, looking at the second test. “Not pregnant.”

“Fuck!” You shouted. “Thank God!”

Claire broke out into nervous laughter, “Not pregnant! You’re not pregnant!” She squealed. She dropped the tests and ran over to you, kneeling down to embrace you.

You held each other in a deep hug for a long time. You missed her. You missed her so much. She was your rock. You once thought that when things were going to shit, you wanted Matthew.

But who you needed was Claire.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered to her.

“You’re sorry? I’m sorry!”

“I was stupid.”

“I was more stupid!”

“I love you, Claire,” you told her.

“Aw,” she smiled. “I can’t even say...how much...”

“I know,” you nodded. “I know.”

You didn’t go back to Matthew’s. You threw those terrible tests in the trash, scheduled an appointment at the student health center, and subsequently spent all day with your best friend. You spilled your guts. Told her the full Matthew story from beginning to end. It was like a rush of information, a physical rush of word after word after word. And Claire just listened. She chomped down on some twizzlers, dressed in her pajamas, drowning out the movie on in the background. She didn’t speak a word until you were completely finished.

“Pass the oreos,” she said.

“That’s it?” You laughed. “I tell you all of that and all you say is pass the oreos?”

“I need oreos to properly digest all of this information, duh.”

You handed her the blue package, which she gladly took and ripped open. Oreo in hand, a little caught between her teeth, she said, “If he hurts you, I’ll kill him.”

“I know. He knows.”

“I mean it, kid,” she looked you in the eye. “Matthew and I...we just fooled around. You guys passed fooling around a long time ago.”

“I guess...” you shrugged.

“You guess? [y/n], I know you better than anyone. There’s never been a guy like this. Why...why aren’t you dating?”

You gulped, “Oh.” You looked down at your fingers, “Neither of us ever brought it up. It’s just...too messy. Don’t wanna deal with it. It’s fine.”

“So, you don’t wanna be his girlfriend?”

“I—“ you were cut off by the sound of your phone ringing against the couch. You picked it up to see Matthew’s name flashing on the screen. You declined the call.

Claire watched you set your phone back down, and you recognized the somber look on your face. “Well?” She continued. “Do you?”

After that, you simply refused to continue any kind of Matthew conversation. Claire noticed your sudden urge to keep quiet, and she pulled back on all the questions.

“So,” you said. “What about you? Seeing anyone?”

She cleared her throat, awkwardly shuffling in her seat.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” You giggled. “Who is it? What’s his name?”

You sighed, “I’ve been meaning to tell you...but you can’t tell anyone, okay? Especially Matthew!”

You put up your hand, palm facing her. “You have my word. Who is it?”

“Roni.”

You sat back against the couch, physically moved by shock. “R-did I hear you right?”

Claire nodded, “Veronica.”

“Um...yeah...I’m gonna need you to explain.”

She chuckled nervously, “There’s nothing really to explain. Um, we were drunk...and...you were out with Matthew, and I brought her back here. It—it was a total fling. Until...it wasn’t.”

“Holy shit, Claire!” You exclaimed.

“I know! But, Veronica, she’s so cool. She’s so hot. She likes classic films, and—and she makes jewelry, and...I don’t know, I like her.”

You smiled at Claire, “I can tell.”

“Y’know, her and I are going to LA this spring break. You should come! You and Matthew!”

You cringed, “I don’t know...you want me to ask Matthew to come on a trip with three girls he’s fucked? Can you say awkward?”

“Just ask him! We’ll invite more people to make it less awkward, and it’s not like we need to be a foursome the whole time. Just, ask. If he says no, he says no. But promise me you’ll ask?”

You sighed, “I promise.”

For the rest of the semester, you spent a very little amount of time with Matthew. Not only did the whole pregnancy scare shake you up, but you also had a lot of lost time to make up with Claire. She kept her distance from Veronica, as well. Both Matthew and her were very understanding, just taking it to means that the best friends needed some alone time.

You spent winter break with Claire’s family, and came back with a new, restored friendship. She continued to ask if you’d invited Matthew to Los Angeles, and you always found subtle ways to say no. The trip was quickly approaching, but so was your final ballet performance. You channeled all your energy into practicing, perfecting, all while juggling class and Matthew.

He brought you flowers on opening night, gave you a secret kiss in your dressing room, and told you to go kill it. You did. You put your soul into the performance, everything you had, everything you were. Until you were so tired that you could collapse on stage. Your ballet friends cheered you on as you exited the stage, and you stayed with them briefly before going into your dressing room.

Beginning to take your makeup off, you heard a knock at the door. You expected Matthew, but your ballet instructor entered. “Oh. Hey! You happy?” You asked her, stepping up to give her a hug.

“I’m very happy! You did amazing, [y/n], I’m so proud of you. Proud of everything you’ve accomplished here.”

“Thank you, Ms. Oak,” you whispered.

“And I’m not the only one impressed by you.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes...the dean of the department has had her eye on you for a while.”

You tilted your head, “Should I be nervous?”

“No, no, not at all. Actually, she wants to offer you a job.”

You looked at her, stunned, blinking slowly. “A job?”

“Yep. Assistant ballet instructor. It’s a paid position, you’d be working under me. And if you choose to accept, NYU will pay for you to attend their graduate school.”

You jaw dropped, “You’re telling me I take this job, I can attend the graduate film school for free?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she nodded. “What do you think?”

“I—“ you stuttered. “What do I think? I think it’s amazing! Thank you so much!” You pulled her into an excited hug. “Um, when do I have to decide?”

“You don’t have to decide until graduation. But, the sooner, the better.”

You nodded, “Okay. Okay, I’ll get back to you.”

The first person you told was Claire. She jumped up and down in your dressing room, squealing with you. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! [y/n], this is huge! This is huger than huge! We gotta celebrate. Go find Matthew, we’re going out for drinks.”

The three of you went out to a bar, and Claire proposed a toast to you. “To our superstar, [y/n], the baddest bitch, the best ballerina, and soon to be assistant—“

“Hey, Matthew,” you interrupted her, turning to Matthew. “Do you want to go to Los Angeles this spring break?”

“LA?” he replied.

“Yeah, Claire and I are going. We want you to come.” You nodded, cutting your eyes at Claire. She was eyeing you suspiciously.

“Claire’s okay third wheeling? I mean, you and I kind of come as a package.”

“Well, Claire’s, uh, bringing a friend.”

Matthew looked at Claire, his arm tight around you. “Really?” He said. “Nice. Do I know him?”

“Yeah,” Claire and you said at the same time. “You do.”

Claire slapped your shoulder once you two got home. “Ow!” You winced.

“Why didn’t you tell Matthew?” She snapped.

“Tell Matthew what?”

“Everything! About LA, Roni, your job offer?”

You sighed, “I’m going to tell him. Just not tonight.”

Or the night after that. Or the night after that. Or the night after that.

Matthew didn’t know about Roni until the four of you met at the airport. Awkward doesn’t begin to sum it up. Matthew and Veronica didn’t talk at all. They only acknowledged you, Claire, and other friends, never each other. You didn’t bother asking Matthew what was up, but Claire filled you in. The last split had been bad. It was easier on them now that Matthew and you were...whatever you were. And Claire and Veronica were doing their own thing.

The group of you walked around like typical tourists. It was your first time in California, and you loved every second of it. Matthew and you stuck together like peas in a pod. He showed you around, paid for your dinners, held your hand. He was a perfect gentleman.

Until he got you into bed. Then he was the same old, horny Matthew. He wore you out with a bunch of orgasms. First, sliding underneath the covers and eating you, gripping your thighs, humming against you. Then, he used his cock to fuck you until your legs turned to jello and you came twice. When he told you to get on all fours, you froze.

“Okay, dude,” you giggled. “You have never lasted this long. Ever. What was in your drink tonight?”

“Viagra,” he said simply.

“Yeah, right,” you rolled onto your stomach. When Matthew stayed silent, you turned your head to face him. “Wait. Deadass?”

He laughed, “Yeah, me and some of the guys bought some as a joke. But I took one and now the little guy won’t go down.”

You glanced down at his rock hard dick, your jaw dropped. You shook your head at him, and placed yourself on all fours, arching your bed into the mattress. “You’re insane, Matthew Gray Gubler.” You giggled.

“Fuck, you didn’t have to say my whole name,” he laughed. He slapped your ass lightly and knelt behind you, lining himself up at your entrance.

“Why not—ah!” You were cut off by the sensation of him pushing into you. “I—I like Matthew Gray Gubler. Good, strong name.”

“Yeah?” He bit down on his lip, taking long, slow strokes in and out of you. “I like the way you say it.”

“I like...when you pound me.” You whispered, a sly smile on your face.

He said nothing, just slammed himself into you. Over and over, until you were trembling and gasping. “Fuck,” you huffed, biting down on the pillow. He watched you writh beneath him, held your hips as you pushed yourself back on his cock. Your bodies moved in perfect unison with one another, and it was so good for both of you, even Matthew viagra-boy Gubler was nearing his orgasm.

He reached around and rubbed on your clit, making sure to keep up his rhythm. You held onto his wrist tightly, calling out his name and beginning to melt into the mattress. You eagerly pushed your ass back, trying to get him as deep inside of you as possible, and make yourself come. Matthew placed sloppy kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Come on, princess, come on,” he whispered.

You fell helpless against the bed, your toes curled, your mouth was wide open. He licked the sweat off of your skin and it sent you over the edge. Your pussy tightened around him, and his finished you off with one final thrust. He followed right behind you, finally releasing himself, loudly, into the condom.

Yes, condoms. They’re your new best friend.

Matthew held you against his chest, the two of you entangled in a soft cuddle session. He kissed your forehead, “My dick’s still hard.” He told you.

You burst out laughing, “Oh, God. Dumb boy, silly boy.”

“Hey, [y/n]?” He called.

You looked up at him, “Yes?”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something, but I just want you to listen. Just hear me out.”

You sat up, nervous already. “Yeah?”

He sighed, “Okay,” he whispered to himself. “Okay. When I went out with the guys, we obviously got y’know condoms, viagra—“

“The essentials,” you shrugged.

“Right. But we also went to this film expo. And we’re just walking around, looking for jobs and...this modeling agent walks up to me. Tells me I’m very handsome, duh, and that I, uh, should come work for them.”

You tilted your head at him, a smug smile on your face. “Modeling, huh?”

“Yeah...yeah...it’s legit. And if I take it, it’ll finally be my chance.”

“Chance to what?” You asked.

“To move to LA.”

You sat back, shocked at his words. “Hey, hey, don’t freak out on me,” he said. “Because that’s not all.”

“Oh?” Your voice came out small, weak.

“Yeah...I, um...I—“ he stuttered. “I want you to come with me.”

Talk about a double shot. You sat in utter surprise, your mouth opened slightly, your body numb. “Come...with...you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Let’s just do it. After graduation, you and I, on a plane, going to live in Los Angeles. How does that sound?”

You stared at him for a long time, “That...that sounds...perfect, actually.”

“But..?”

You shook your head, “No but...let’s do it.”

Matthew broke out into a huge, bright smile, “Holy shit! Really? Really?”

“Really.”

He tackled you onto the bed, both of you erupting into a fit of laughter and joy. “[y/n]...” he whispered.

You looked him in the eye, your thumb tracing his jaw. “Yeah?”

He stared at you, sighed, and leaned in to kiss you. Softly, gently, sweetly. “My dick’s still hard,” he mumbled.

You didn’t tell Claire until after spring break. It was an accident really. She caught you cruising LA apartments online, and you cracked. Spilled the truth.

“Are you...” Claire started. “Are you dumb?”

“I—“

“[y/n], you can’t move to LA with him. You will regret that shit. You’ll end up pregnant for real, he’ll leave, and you’ll be on your own.”

“Claire, what the fuck?”

“Well, it’s true! Matthew’s not even your boyfriend—“

“Stop!” You shouted. “I don’t want to argue! I don’t wanna fight with you! I love you, Claire! But I love Matthew, too, and I want to be with him!”

Holy shit. Did you just...you did. You said you loved Matthew. Out loud. And you meant every word.

All of your attention left Claire, and you simply continued your apartment search. You spent that night at Matthew’s, cuddled up and showing him your favorite affordable places. It felt right. Real. Being in his arms, planning a future with him.

Right. Real.

Claire swallowed her tongue a lot on the subject. She had her opinion, she made it clear. But she didn’t want to spend your last year together in a fight. So, you both ignored the situation. Even when you began to pack up your room. Even when Matthew sent you your plane ticket. Even when the future became painfully clear.

You stuck together all of graduation day. You partied the night before, had a small movie marathon, and fell asleep on the couch. Your families harassed you two with cameras and orders and their sheer excitement bouncing everywhere.

You did it.

After four long years, you had your degree. Holding it was everything you imagined and more. And as you wandered through the crowd, you came face to face with the best thing NYU had brought you: Matthew Gray Gubler.

The two of you smiled at each other across the courtyard, and subsequently ran into each others arms. Matthew picked you up and spun you around in your cap and gown.

“We did it!” He exclaimed.

“We sure did, and fashionably, too!” You giggled.

Matthew pulled you into a steamy kiss, one that nearly made you entirely weak in the knees. “Tomorrow morning,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “I will be in that airport, waiting for you.”

“I’ll be there,” you smiled.

The next day, you woke up promptly at 7 o’clock in the morning. Your bags were packed, locked, and ready to go. So were you. You hopped up out of bed, dolled yourself up. You took one last look at the room you were leaving behind. And you left.

You arrived at the airport at eight, after getting some breakfast and saying goodbye to a few friends. You saw the plane.

You sat outside of the airport, on the bare grass, suitcases at your side. Tears rolled down your cheeks, and you saw the aircraft rise into the sky. And something in your stomach told you that he was on it. That, in another life, you would’ve been on it, too.

You sighed, followed by another slow breath.

“Goodbye, Matthew.”

#mine #esny #college!matthew #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler smut #matthew gray gubler imagine #mgg #mgg smut #mgg imagine

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howlingday · 4 years

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About Jaune ships...

I have opinions. You may not agree, but they are mine. They may change in time, but not now.

LANCASTER ( RUBY X JAUNE )

The old tried and true. I mean, what's not to like? Cute girl falls for first guy she meets at Beacon? Classic romance trope, and after reading how much Ruby loves romance stories (I consider certain parts in the manga canon), it makes sense. In fact, after Arkos sank (A moment of silence, please . . . Thank you), many moved to Lancaster, which isn't bad. Happens all the time in fandoms. Sad thing, though, is far I think she'll last. If we're talking Volume 5 or earlier, then maybe. However, I feel if Ruby were to have an endgame in romance, it would be RoseGarden (I have opinions on that as well, but today isn't the day to discuss that), mostly because Oscar bumped Jaune's role from male lead to male side. Not to mention that while Jaune is becoming a beast in his own right, Ruby is a different creature altogether and evolving her character more rapidly and chaotically than anyone else (Must be all that screentime).

TLDR: I want it to be canon, but I might just be hoping.

WHITE KNIGHT ( WEISS X JAUNE)

Doofus in tin foil meets princess who hates daddy (Am I in the romance section of the library? You know, the corner for adults only?) No, but I do like this ship. I'm always a sucker for the fantasy genre, and using a zero to hero male makes it relatable. I also kind of ship it because the same reason I ship NaruSaku in the Naruto fandom: he likes her and he's willing to go the distance. But enough about that; instead let's talk about canon. Will they hook up? It's a soft maybe for me, for two reasons. 1. Rosegarden is most likely to be endgame, and after Ruby and Pyrrha, I'd say Weiss is Jaune's next to be his love interest. 2. Weiss has warmed up to Jaune. Sure, not lover or crush level (Yet), but she's definitely changed her opinion on him. In Volume 1, Jaune was bugging her, like all the time, which I could see as him getting mixed signals on (Exhibit A: Tall, blonde, and scraggly). When Volume 5 came around, everyone jumped onboard because he saved her life (Don't lie, because I'll admit that I did it, too). Not the best reason, but still reason enough, I'd say. Then in Volume 7, she hangs out with him and Oscar to the movies (It was either that or awkward Bumbleby all night. I feel ya, sister). Nothing romantic happens, but it does show how much their relationship has developed. If Weiss is Jaune's endgame, then they have set the pieces up perfectly to do so.

TLDR: High likelihood to be canon and I'm a sucker for Knight/Princess ships.

KNIGHTSHADE ( BLAKE X JAUNE)

This is the part where I say definitely not. Not in a million years, but I'll explain why I like the ship, though. As for why it won't work, the answer is Bumbleby. They haven't kissed yet, but you know they're going to eventually (Because if they don't, the fans will attack like a swarm of hornets). But here's the question you might be asking now: why do I ship this? Well, it's part of the allure of "opposites attract" ('Cause I'm dressed like a cat!). Blake is an intelligent, outspoken, and agile ninja with a criminal history of terrorism who spends her free time reading novels. Jaune is a B at best on his tests, soft-hearted, and ground-based knight who's worst crime is fraud (Still a crime, but peanuts compared to literal terrorism) and spends his free time hanging out with his team. Day and night. But they also tried that with Sun for a season and a half and it didn't last (BECAUSE BEES).

TLDR: Not even a snowball's chance in the summer sun, but so much story potential if you do (Which I do)!

DRAGONSLAYER ( YANG X JAUNE )

This, I would say, is the opposite of Knightshade, where Jaune is the day and Blake is night, here Yang is the Sun and Jaune is the Moon (Like their crests! Remember those? Y'know, when they were relevant?) Will it work? Even less so than Knightshade. However, it does open up some interesting paths considering how... provocative Yang can be, and Jaune, compared to the other guys, is the nerdiest, geekiest dude at Beacon. It's like the cheerleader/nerd romance, except the cheerleader is the captain of every sports team... and rides a motorcycle. The Volume 8 preview introduced us to Yang and Jaune riding motorcycles and we went nuts over it. Yang was back in her element, roaring down the street, riding on walls, popping off tricks with Oscar riding- Back to what I was saying, people were asking, "How did he know how to ride a motorcycle?" and the elementary answer is "He didn't." He almost fell off his bike from a small box in the road. True, anyone would, but look at how he reacts: he stiffens, he refocuses on the road. This kid literally started riding at breakfast, and I DARE you to prove me wrong. But hey, great fic material right there, though, eh?

TLDR: Never gonna happen, but I don't care. All I care about is writing that they love each other. And they also fu-!

ARKOS ( PYRRHA X JAUNE )

I'm sorry, I need a moment. . . . Alright. Do it for her. This ship... was perfect. Probably the best ship out them all. I legit almost cry every time I think about Volume 3. Pyrrha was everyone's favorite. Her background, her interactions, her choreography, everything! But, of course, like everything in our lives, she was too good to be true. But let's honor her memory by talking about her ship, Arkos. Pyrrha was the champion of the world, the Brothers' and Oums' gift to Remnant. She could do no wrong and she HATED it. Her plight was with how she was seen. Everybody knew her! Everybody, except Jaune. And he only figured out she was "a big deal" was because Weiss had to spell it out for him! As time went on, they became the best of friends, two peas in a pod, the perfect odd couple! They worked together and trusted each other, they cared for and supported each other, they lo- No. No, I can't say it. It's been years, and it still hurts. So, I'll explain something else: the reason why Jaune SHOULD NOT be shipped right now. That reason is Pyrrha. Jaune was helpless to save her. He's suffering from survivor's guilt and he's still grieving. In Volume 4, he would sneak away and train until late at night to scroll recording of her. In Volume 5, he confronted Cinder and got Weiss almost killed because he let his grief for Pyrrha take control of him and let his emotions run wild. In Volume 6, he finds the Pyrrha statue and he... I don't know how to say this, but he let's go. He accepts that Pyrrha is gone and he's starting the healing process. He's finally ready to move forward.

TLDR: T.T I never felt that it was wise to wish too much~

MARTIAL ARCS ( REN X JAUNE)

I'll be honest, I don't really ship it. Yeah, it's cute, and it falls perfectly into the "if I had to pick a guy" part of me, but to be honest, I don't ship it. 10% because Renora and 90% it just doesn't click with me. They both just seem too soft, too quiet, too introverted. Best friends? Yes, definitely! But lovers? Eeeeeh, not really.

TLDR: I will only ship as neccessary.

NORA'S ARC ( NORA X JAUNE )

I've only just got in this deep with the fandom only recently, so I don't know if a lot of you know me. Heck, I'm probably just some RWBY fan you happen to spot as you move through your dash. However, old or new, I want to be made absolutely positively clear on this. Of all the ships here, this has got to be my-

O T FUDGIN' P

Wow! Never thought I'd feel so strongly about a crack ship like this. And yes, as sad it is to say, this is a crack ship. Renora was planned from day one, so it can't be helped. At least it didn't blast me in the face all of the sudden (OH NO, NOT THE BEES! AAAAARGH! THEY'RE IN MY EYES!). But why this ship? Well, for one thing, it's that whole opposites attract thing with Nora as the bubbly, outspoken, airhead powerhouse and Jaune as the soft spoken, introverted, nerd tactician. But wait, there's more to this trope, because it can go deeper: Order VS Chaos! Who makes all the messes? Who cleans up those messes? Who follows all the rules? Who makes their own doors? It's just. So. Damn! GOOD! One sad thing about this ship though is that it's not only not canon because of Renora, it's anti-canon because Renora. Every fan fic of Nora's Arc requires an explanation for Ren and Nora to not be together-together, like you have to write a formal apology to the FNDM for liking something that's different from what is canon or commonly accepted. If that's the case, then I'll be the anarchist here!

TLDR: I LOVE IT! What's that? Not canon? Who gives a damn?! I just explained why Jaune won't be shipped anyways! Now, if you'll excuse, I have some fan fics to find.

ARCFALL ( CINDER X JAUNE )

Oh, here it goes! Now, if we're talking ships that'll never happen, this is where we find better reasons than "it's not canon" and "character development". No, this... This is a declaration of war. Allow me to explain. Cinder Fall is evil. Like, down to her core. She wants power and she'll cut through anyone to get to it. Including Pyrrha. This woman sank Arkos by means other than "X and Y kissed, so..." She killed X, leaving Y alone. And her interactions with Jaune tell me she wouldn't even be worth a hate-bang. But, as Momma always, there's a thin line between love and hate. This is where the appeal comes in. Cinder is evil with no past, which leaves the previous chapter's of her life story blank to be filled in. Jaune is good with a troublesome, albeit easy past, but untapped potential for more. It's another opposites attract, but different from INTRO VS EXTRO and CHAOS VS ORDER; this is GOOD VS EVIL. Who will win this battle of wills; will our hero purify the tainted heart, or will he slip deeper into darkness, never to return to the light?

TLDR: Should be a NOTP, and yet the allure pulls me in.

What do y'all think? Do you agree? Let me know!

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merakiaes · 4 years

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Starting Fresh - Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested: By @harringtoncastle, @sxperncturalimpala67, @sflowervol6 and 2 Anons.

Prompts: #1, #2, #12, #16 (with a twist), #33 and #39 from the angst-list.

Warnings/notes: This is a combination of five requests, saw an opportunity to get several done and took the chance😂 I’m a bit writer’s block and haven’t written for Peaky Blinders in a while now so I might be a bit rusty. Give it some love, let me know what you think xx

Wordcount: 2607

Summary: Grace is dead but she’s still the only one Tommy sees, and you can’t stop pretending you don’t notice him crying for her anymore.

“I hear him, Pol.” You whispered. “I hear him crying for her and I just… I can’t do it anymore.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat but it was to no use, the thickness returning just as quickly as Polly put a hand on your shoulder, the gesture being intended to comfort you but ending up doing the exact opposite.

The older woman took note of the way you flinched when she touched you, but left her hand right there, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “He’s blind.” She stated. “That boy wouldn’t know a good woman even if he got her handed to him on a silver platter.”

You sniffed into your handkerchief, shaking your head to yourself and staring into the table. “Grace was a good woman.” You whispered, a new set of tears springing up in your eyes.

“No.” She was quick to shoot you down, removing her hand from your shoulder and sinking into the chair next to you, taking your hands in hers and shaking them to get your attention.

Once your tearful eyes met hers, she gave you one of those tight-lipped, stern looks that could make any man tremble in their boots; but not you.

“She had him under her spell, but she wasn’t loyal.” She continued, shaking her head. “Not to him, not to our family. Not like you.”

She was right, you knew. No matter how convinced Tommy was that she was on his side, she would never be fully loyal to him or the rest of the Shelbys.

She would always be the daughter of a copper and she would always be privileged. She had lived a good life and had no idea what it was like to struggle to make ends meet in the slums, and would therefore never be able to fully support his fight against the law and his choice of living.

Like Polly said; not like you, who had been right there by their side since you were little.

You and Tommy were as close as peas in a pod growing up and you’d had something before he left for the war.

But when he returned, he wasn’t the same man that he had been before he left, taking distance from you for reasons unknown even though you still harbored feelings for him.

He got married to Grace, crushing your heart completely, and still… you remained at his beck and call, accepting his marriage proposal without a doubt in your mind when Grace had passed away, even though you obviously hadn’t been his first choice.

But it was all catching up to you now, having to live in the same house as the man you loved more than anything and having to watch him mourn the woman he loved, who obviously wasn’t you with the way he had been more or less ignoring you except for the times he wanted you to do something.

You swallowed once more, having to shake your head and tear your eyes away from Polly’s to protect yourself from the hurtful truth, looking back into the table. “Where her loyalties laid doesn’t change the fact that he still loves her though, does it?” You whispered, and listened as she sighed.

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.”

Silence fell over the two of you and before you got the chance to say anything else, the front door slammed open loudly, causing Polly to pull her hands back to her body and the both of you to whip your heads around to look toward the source of the disruption.

Your eyes instantly landed on Tommy, who had still to look at you as he busied himself with removing his cap and outer coat.

Only when he was finished doing so and turned around to hang his coat around the back of a chair did he notice the two of you sitting there, his face instantly falling into one of concern at the sight of trails of dried tears going down your cheeks.

While you quickly turned your face away from him, Polly stood up from her seat, giving your hand one last squeeze. “I’ll be in the back.” She told you, and then she walked out of the kitchen to give you some privacy without another word.

Tommy wasted no time in walking up to you, his steps slow and eyes analyzing you like he did everything and everyone else. “What’s going on?” He asked, and you simply cleared your throat, fiddling with the handkerchief.

“Nothing.”

“I can see you’re upset.” He replied without missing a beat, sinking down in the chair Polly had been sitting in just half a minute before and leaning forward, trying to catch your eye as you were avoiding his gaze to every cost.

“Why won’t you look at me, eh?” He questioned, and in the corner of your eye you could see him raising his eyebrows in a humorous manner, like he always did when he was trying to get you in a better mood.

When you still didn’t answer or look at him, he reached out for your hands, and only then did you turn your head in his direction, seeing that his face had now turned serious.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He tried again, and you sucked in a shaky breath, having to clench your hands as hard as you possibly could in order to not break out crying right then and there at the feeling of his warm skin against yours.

“Do you love me?” You asked, swallowing to wet your dry throat and your stomach twisting uncomfortably with a mixture of hope, of what you wanted him to say, and fear, of what he was most likely to.

His eyebrows shot up at the unexpected question, his face once again turning up in a small, amused smile.

“We’re married.” He only pointed out, causing your chest to tighten with the growing anxiety.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” You whispered, trying again. “Do you love me?”

He took a moment, searching your eyes, most likely trying to figure out where all of this was coming from.

His face fell, telling you he probably figured it out, but he remained quiet about it, simply replying in a low tone: “Yes.”

You could see it in his eyes that he was telling the truth, but also that it wasn’t in the way you wanted, which instantly caused your heart to increase in speed behind your chest.

“But you’re not in love with me.” You acknowledged sadly, and the look on his face told you all you needed to know, your head shaking softly. “No, that’s what I thought…”

He averted his gaze from you and as he pulled his hand away from yours, you couldn’t hold the tears back any longer, the salty droplets toppling over the edge and rolling down your cheeks, the skin already stale, hot and itchy from the old tears.

“I hear you, Tommy.” You managed to get out through the thickness of your throat, your voice cracking. “I hear you crying for her, calling out for her in your sleep and I’ve realized- I’ve realized that I’ll never be her, so I think it’s about time we stop pretending like it.”

You sniffled and he instantly straightened up in his seat, shaking his head. “I care for you, (Y/N).”

He went to reach out for your hand again but you pulled it away, moving it under the table and out of his reach.

“I know you do, but I also know that you don’t care enough.” You answered. “Not like you do for her.”

His eyes closed, a frustrated sigh leaving his nose. “I just need a little more time.” He said, pulling his hand over his face.

“I’ve given you nothing but time. I’ve waited, and waited, and waited, and still… nothing. I’m starting to come to terms with the fact that we aren’t meant to be, and that maybe the man I’ve been waiting for all this time doesn’t even exist. We’re not kids anymore, Tommy.” You shook your head. “We’ve known each other since we were only teenagers and I want more than anything to say I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all but I would be lying if I did. We’re well past that stage at this point and I wouldn’t be able to handle that.”

Hot tears were rolling freely down your cheeks and you were really struggling to keep yourself together, even more so when he leaned forward in his seat and reached a hand out for your face.

“Please, don’t cry.” He mumbled, using his thumb to attempt to wipe away your tears, but they just kept coming. “I know I’m a work in process but I am trying.”

Your breath shook at his touch, your tears now falling quicker than ever. “I know you are, but you don’t love me.” You whispered back. “You’re scared and vulnerable and I represent security and a crutch. But a crutch is something that you need, not something that you want. And I want to be with somebody who wants to be with me at all times, not just when they’re feeling afraid or lonely.”

You paused, raising your hand to his that was still pressed against your cheek, and looked sorrowfully into his eyes. “I- I don’t even know who you are anymore.” You whispered. “I just want the old Thomas back.”

He stared right back into your eyes for a moment, before he slowly pulled his hand away from you again, looking to the side.

“I’ll never be that me again.” He answered lowly after a moment of silence and if your hadn’t been heartbroken before, you sure were now that you got the fact verbally confirmed.

Still, you had expected it, so you sucked it up with another shaky breath, looking down into your lap where you were still anxiously fiddling with your handkerchief. “I know you won’t. And that’s why I’m choosing to walk away and spare us both from years of conflict and pain. I’m not going to sit by and watch you destroy yourself like this any longer.”

You sniffed, slowly pushing your chair back and standing up, putting the chair back to its rightful place before turning back around to look at him, where he was still sitting down and following your every move with his eyes.

You held on to your handkerchief with one of your hands and reached the other out for him, gently touching his cheek and watching as his face remained stoic.

But you only smiled, to your best ability with tears still rolling down your cheeks, stroking the cleanshaven skin.

“Find yourself, and then come back to me.” You whispered. “Okay?”

You didn’t get a response and you hadn’t expected to get one in the first place either, simply removing your hand from his face, giving him one last look, before turning on your heel without another word and heading out of the house to go to your mother’s place.

You grabbed your coat from the coathanger on the way out but didn’t stay to put it on, slipping your arms into the sleeves and pulling it up only when you got outside.

Wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort, you headed down the street with tears still rolling down your cheeks and not showing signs of stopping anytime soon.

Everything you wanted was for him to look at you like you looked at him, that he could search for you like you searched for him wherever you went.

You wished that he would love you like you loved him but you knew he didn’t want you, not the way you wanted him, not the way he wanted her, and you knew he would never be yours.

He had never really been, had he? Not really.

All you could do now, as you were walking away from him, was hope that someday, time would be right for the two of you and he would find you again.

And he did, sooner than you would’ve thought, when you woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of knocking on the front door of your mother’s house, finding Thomas standing out on the porch with water dripping off his clothes from the intense raining.

“You were the first one to show me what love could feel like.” He wasted no time in speaking the second you were revealed to him and you were standing in front of each other.

You could only wrap your arms around yourself to protect you from the chill and watch him with sad eyes, not knowing what to say.

“Thomas…” You just about managed to utter his name softly, and he shook his head, eyebrows shooting up and one of those smiles of his rising to his lips.

“You’re right.” He told you. “You never will be Grace.”

Your heart tugged in your chest and you had to swallow in order to not start crying again, but you said nothing, letting him speak as you knew he wouldn’t have come there if he didn’t have a point.

He took another step up the stairs, coming closer to you and reaching out for your hands.

You flinched when he touched you but he kept going, so you let him hold your hands, despite your better judgment.

“But that doesn’t make you any less special.” He continued, not once looking away from your eyes. “If it were you who died, I know for a fact that you would hunt my dreams, too, because I love you. I should’ve told you so, but I just-”

“You just what?” You asked as he trailed off and he tensed his jaw, looking to the side for a brief moment before turning his head back to you.

“When you asked me if I was in love with you and I didn’t answer, I didn’t know if I was ready to let her go, because I knew I would be if I answered that question.” He answered, and you frowned, shaking your head.

“What are you saying?” You asked, your mind confused.

But your heart knew exactly what he was saying, racing and thumping in your chest with excitement, and you got your suspicions confirmed the second his face and eyes softened, and his smooth voice reached your ears.

“I’m saying that I’m in love with you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). And I’m ready to start over if you are. I won’t force you to stay but I’m hoping you will.”

One of his hands kept holding on to yours, while the other came up to brush a strand of your hair out of your face, that had fallen out of your bun.

When you left him the other day, you had made up your mind to not go back to him like you had so many times before, but one simple touch from him was enough to get the spinning wheels in your head to change direction.

You’d gotten a lot of time to think during the time you had been apart and you had come to the conclusion that at some point, you just had to let go of what you wished would have happened and live in and make the best of what was happening.

So you released a shaky breath, your eyelids fluttering as you blinked, and then you raised your hands to cradle his face like he was doing yours, watching as his eyes fell shut at the touch.

“You know I’d choose you over and over and over.” You whispered. “Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, I’d keep choosing you.”

His eyes came back open to look into yours, long and hard. And then he raised his other hand to your face, pulling you closer to him, and pressed his lips to yours gently.

A kiss to symbolize a fresh start, just what both of you needed.

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radiorenjun · 4 years

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[16:47] mafia traitor! You and mafia son! Renjun walked side by side on the empty beach, toes buried under the small particles of sand with every quiet step. Silence took place in between the two of you, the sound of waves crashing was the only thing you could hear between the awkward silence. You two haven’t spoken the whole ride from the city to the beach.

How could you? After all, his family killed your family because of a stupid misunderstanding, causing you to fled the country. Only to come back when you’re in your early twenties to have your revenge in avenging your family by tearing the whole mafia family, Renjun’s family, apart in death and despair.

You didn’t mean to form this strong of a bond and relationship with Renjun, the son of the mafia boss who personally murdered your parents. You didn’t mean to sacrifice your own friends in the process for a stupid revenge. But what can you do now? You both escaped the country in case another mafia boss targeted the both of you, there was nothing you could do to go back and fix your mistakes.

“Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?” was the same exact sentence you both screamed at each other with tears lining your vision, guns filled to the brim with bullets in each of your hands.

You two couldn’t find the answer to those questions from one another. Because you both knew the reason why deep down in your hearts.

Renjun paused in his step, causing you to take a moment to examine his soft features. He sighed as he leaned his head back to look at the cloudy grey sky, his eyes closed in content. The dark bags under his eyes was clear as the day, the dried blood stuck on the bottom of his perfectly chapped lips, his hair messy and disheveled as if his fingers had been tugging on it restlessly. Exhaustion evident on his face. The dirty button up shirt he wore had some slight rips and cuts from the battle you both experience hours prior. The black jacket he was wearing previously was slung over his shoulder.

You look up when the sound of the sky rumbling, signalling it was going to rain soon. You sighed as you tuck your hands in your pockets, using one hand to take out the filled gun from the back of your pocket and dropping it on the sand carelessly. Renjun’s half-lidded eyes were now on you, watching you as you tuck your hand back in your pocket with a small exhausted smile.

“Do you know why I didn’t kill you?” you asked in a hushed tone, your voice almost in audible if it weren’t for the fact that the beach was empty. You turned so your back was to him as you examined the quiet atmosphere, taking a step forward. You knew you wouldn’t last a few more steps once you answer your own question, but you were done with your job. You had nothing else to lose now.

“Maybe it was because my love for you made me realize that I didn’t want to kill you.”

The loud sound of Renjun’s gun pierced the quiet air. You closed your eyes when you felt the bullet pierced through your body, the exhaustion finally catching up to you as you collapsed onto the sandy surface, sighing contently as you feel your soul slowly leave your body. You heard a gun go off one last time before you finally began to close your eyes, hearing a body collapse right beside you.

You felt something wrap around the skin of your pinky finger, the sensation was warm and comforting. Your vision became blurry as you spot a familiar face in front of you. You heard a soft chuckle, “I guess we’re two peas in the same pod. Let’s meet again sometime, yeah?” Renjun’s soft voice whispered as you both slowly close your eyes with a soft smile on both of your faces.

You and your lover welcomed death side by side, pinky fingers intertwined and a small content smile on your faces. You both looked so peaceful side by side that people could’ve mistaken you for sleeping side by side. You both have been finding a long battle for all these years, it’s safe to say that you could finally rest in the comforts of each other’s love.

And maybe,

Just maybe.

You two will meet again in the future with a more happy story.

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honeypirate · 4 years

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Thanksgiving Kisses

Aizawa x fyn

A/n: okay so I felt very inspired by fire force and mha so I wanted to write a character who’s quirk is like Sho’s adolla. I also thought it would be cool to have the readers hero name be Adolla.

Hero name: Adolla

Hero suit description: simple black body suit that goes to your ankles and wrists. Easy to move in and keeps you warmer so you can hold your time freeze longer. A belt that holds your katana on your back. Thigh high black combat boots that hold several throwing knives and a dagger.

Quirk info: readers special attack requires chilling the surrounding area to such a low temperature, it reduces the heat that causes the natural expansion of the universe, resulting in time passing more slowly for everything; the sole exception being the reader, who remains at normal speed. The only downside being you can’t hold it for too long or else you’ll freeze.

My change is that Reader can also transfer the body heat from attackers into making her attacks with a katana even more powerful.

I feel like I really like this version of reader. “Adolla” reader will probably be a reocurring character for my fics.

☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎

“It doesnt count if you’re already planning your defeat”

You’re in the training grounds, critiquing a student that you’re giving one on one lessons after school. He’s not even trying at this point and it’s starting to annoy you.

“If you’re not fighting like it’s your last fight you’re going to get no where. You’re already accepting that you’ll fail, so you’ll fail. How can you grow into the hero you need to be if you’re not even trying?” (Wow. I sound like Mr Aizawa) you think to yourself as the student gets mad and attacks.

You activate your quirk and take a few moments as the world cools, in your demension of silence, to really look at the student’s form as he came at you. His quirk was fire and he had a fireball headed right towards you as you walked up to him, he was getting faster you’d give him that. You lightly shove him back on his butt as you release your quirk. He falls back with a grunt. “You’re getting better, quicker. If you can learn to control your anger you’ll be a great hero” you say and help him back to his feet “that’s it for today” he bows and then leaves running away from you.

You picked up your black jacket from the ground and sigh. Your teaching outfit consisted of loose black combat pants tucked into black boots with a white tank top tucked in to your pants. You had your Katana slung across your back and didn’t feel like removing it to put on your jacket so you just threw it over your shoulder. You liked to show off the tattoos on your right arm, a half sleeve of flowers and butterflies from your mid forearm to your shoulder. But for more professional meetings you kept a jacket with you, it also helped keep you warm if you had to use your quirk for so long.

“You could go a little easier on him” you chuckled as you turned to the man in the doorway, walking towards him you say “I could but the world won’t go easy on him.” He smirks and when you’re right in front of him you touch his chest “I’m just teaching like I know you would Sir” you smile coyly and look up at him Through your lashes, he chuckles “I keep saying you don’t have to call me sir. We’re coworkers and you’re not even that much younger than me. Call me Aizawa. Or Shouta even” he says and you get even closer to him and whisper “I know you like it when I call you Sir” you wink and then laugh when he blushes. You pull back and smile innocently. “Shouta it is then” You would always mess with him and tease him, the only other person he’d let tease him was Present Mic, it made you feel special.

Shouta Aizawa and you were like two peas in a pod, cut from the same cloth, you understood him and he understood you perfectly. When working together or fighting together you can read each other like a book.

You’re walking down the sidewalk with him now, heading back to the teachers dorm “Do you have any plans next week for Thanksgiving?” He asks you and you look at him with a look of shock “Shouta? do you remember my American holidays?” You ask and clutch at your heart “I’m so shocked and a little impressed.” He rolls his eyes and you laugh “I don’t have any plans. I was going to go to my parents place but they decided to go on a cruise so Im going to just stay here. I’m probably going to do some work and then cook dinner. Traditional thanksgiving dinner.” You clear your throat “I notoriously cook too much, do you wanna come?” He looks serious for a second before bumping his shoulder into yours “I’d love to. It sounds fun.” You smile at him suddenly excited “cool! You don’t think it’s weird if it’s just us right? I can invite other people but I’m just not as close with anyone else.::.” He laughs “don’t worry it’ll be fine. Not weird”

You’re bouncing with energy and excitement as you text your mom for recipes, he thinks it’s adorable as he quietly watches you in his peripheral vision. When you shove your phone into your pocket you get an idea “also Shouta?...do you happen to be good at cooking? Maybe you could come over early and help me?” You sound shy and looking at the ground “I can cook. And I’d love to help you” he says in his normal gruff voice, trying not to show how his heart fluttered and how he got excited to be around you in a setting outside of work.

You were at the dorms now and had to part ways “okay. So if we don’t have anything crazy happen with villains, you can just come over after classes are over and after you’re done with whatever work you have and we can cook and listen to music. It will be great!” You can’t help but hug him, smiling more when he hugs you back. “Thank you, Shouta. To be honest I was sad because this is my favorite holiday.” You pull back before you let yourself melt into him like you really wanted to. “You’re my hero” you say dramatically and he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I’m glad I can help”

You can’t help but activate your quirk for a few seconds, looking up at him, leaning softly into his touch.

You release your quirk and he looks confused for half a second, was your skin this cold when he first touched you? You smile up at him “I’m gonna go prepare. Thank you again. See you later” you hate leaving him. He’s like a magnet to you, you wanted to be around him always. So it was always hard to say goodbye.

He hated watching you go, always wanted to reach out and stop you, to pull you back to him and hold you tight. But he never did. He was always so afraid of having someone he loved, afraid they’d get hurt or targeted from villains. But with you it was different. He had no fears because you were by far the most powerful hero he knew. More powerful than All Might because of the fact that you could stop time. He’d have nothing to ever worry about with you, but still he held back. Overthought about it, anxiety bigger than he could handle right now.

As strong as you were, you enjoyed being low key. You never wanted to be the number one hero, you confessed to him one night walking home together, you wanted to help people not be in the spotlight. He was one of the few people who knew truly how your quirk worked and he’d always keep your secrets. You only wanted to help people like you wish someone could have helped your best friend when you were kids, who was caught in the crosshairs on the sidelines of the action. You used your quirk to focus on bystanders first then help with the villains. He adored that you were focused on doing good and not fame. Once you disappeared he shoved his hands into his pocket and went to his place.

The next day you went out and bought the groceries you would need. You were so excited you didn’t even mind carrying the heavy bags back home. “Y/n why didn’t you call me?” Aizawa appears behind you and takes some bags from your hands “Hey Shouta! I should have, you’re right! I didn’t expect it to be so much” you laugh and smile up at him as you distribute bags between you both. The way the sunlight hit you just then, you looked like an angel to him, like you had a real halo. “Next time. Promise?” He says and You laugh, warmed by how much he cares “Pinky promise!” You say and reach out linking your pinky with his around the bags you carried. That small action made him fall harder for you. The rest of the walk filled with easy conversation, he carried the groceries to your apartment before excusing himself to finish his original errands before running into you.

Before you knew it, Thanksgiving arrived! You prepped the night before making two pies, got up early to make your moms famous stuffing and stuffed the Turkey. Setting a reminder on your phone to come back and put it in the oven during lunch.

You wore socks that had turkeys on them and that was the only change to your appearance. You teach your classes and train your students before heading back to your place to flip the turkey and start prepping the other side dishes. You get home and kick off your shoes and setting your Katana on it’s shelf. You squeal excitedly as you look around your clean apartment and your small table in your dining room set up and decorated with nice plates and silverware as well as nice thanksgiving centerpieces you borrowed from home.

You flip the turkey and connect your phone to your surround sound speakers that play in the kitchen and living room, playing your favorite playlist which you mixed in holiday music to so it was a perfect mix.

While you’re in your room, changing into a red blouse tucked into a black cotton pencil skirt. Aizawa texted you to let you know he’s coming over now and you get a little nervous. You get done changing and do a little makeup before heading out and getting out ingredients and cutting boards, thankful to have busy work so you could do something with your hands. He knocks and you tell for him to come in.

“Hey Shouta. Thank you again for helping me” you smile and he nods “no problem. What do you need me to do?” You freeze the moment, he’s rolling up his sleeves and you take a good look at what he’s wearing. He actually dressed up nice for your two person party. A black button up shirt into black nice pants. He slicked his hair back into a low bun and had on socks with turkeys on them, your face flushes and you feel the cold make it’s way up your neck and back before you let the moment go and let your quirk go. You smile in embarrassment from your actions, glad he wasn’t looking at you to see the steam from your flushed cheeks and the ice. “Well the turkey needs anither hour or so, I’ve made a cheese ball and crackers for snacking in case you’re hungry. It’s what my mom used to do for us growing up”

He looks at your hands as you cut up an onion, your fingers expertly dicing. He loves your beautiful hands. Your voice brings him back to the moment. “Maybe you could make the sweet potato casserole. I have the recipe right here” you wash your hands and grab a note card from the top of the fridge. “I’m making the green bean casserole and then when we’re done the turkey will be done and we can bake them. Then after that I have cranberry sauce and bread dough to make into rolls.” He takes the note card and gets busy. You already boiled the potatoes so it wasn’t hard work, as you guys worked you talked and flirted. You stole many glances at him wishing you could reach out and kiss him. After he was done with the casserole he started making the cranberry sauce.

You finished the green bean casserole and then checked the turkey “it’s done! You grin at him and then say “can you get it out of the oven for me? It’s really heavy.” He smiles and nods “of course” he knows what you’re doing. Making him feel more manly with you, he knows your strength and this would be easy for you, but still he gets the hot pads and takes the turkey out of the oven and you easily pop in the casseroles quickly.

He sets the turkey on a towel on the counter, keeping the lid on so it would stay warm. He turns to you and you smile “thank you Shouta” you say quietly and before you realize you’ve reached out and tucked a stray strand of his hair behind his ear. You rest your hand on his cheek and gaze into his eyes.

He places a hand over yours on his cheek and his other hand on your waist pulling you close to him as he looks down at you. You look down at his lips then back to his eyes with a blush starting to reach your cheeks.

“HEYYYYOOO” Present Mic’s voice rang out through your apartment and you and Shouta quickly parted and busied yourselves with other things. “Hey! In the kitchen!” You call out. Shouta clears his throat and you look over at him and wink before Mic comes into the room

“hey Hizashi what’s up?!” You say excitedly and he matches the excitement “how come I wasn’t invited to the party?!” You laugh “I’m sorry I just. It was last minute and I assumed everyone was busy. You’re welcome to stay! And Hey I have an idea! While we wait for this stuff to bake we should put up my Christmas tree!”

Shouta should have groaned and hated this, should have rolled his eyes, but the way you lit up with excitement about putting up a tree made him happy. He smiled at you and nodded. “Sounds fun y/n” he said. Hizashi looked over at him with a furrowed brow “okay! I’ll go get it from my closet!” You wash tour hands and skip from the kitchen down the hall

“Aizawa!” Hizashi whisper yells when you’re gone “what?” He says gruffly “you sly dog. You like her!” He said and pushed Aizawa’s shoulder lightly to which Aizawa just huffed and left the kitchen.

You heard every word, your apartment carries sound so easy, Aizawa liked you! He didn’t deny it! He was trying to kiss you earlier! Amazing! You do a dance in the closet.

You realize you can’t reach the box you roll your stool from your vanity over into the closet and slowly climb on top of it, going slowly to keep your balance, once you had the box in your hand you smiled big and began to lower it to the ground but you lose your balance and the wheels of the stool rolled out from under you,

As you screamed in shock Aizawa ran and slid onto his knees catching you before you fell onto the ground “y/n!” He said looking down at you and you laugh “my hero” you say and reach up stroking his cheek.

Present Mic came running in but paused and kept quiet when he saw you both from the doorway. He decided to go back and check on the casseroles and nab some of that cheeseball he saw.

“You could have came and asked me for help” Aizawa said, still holding you to him as you stroke his cheek “and lose the oportunity to be held in your arms? Never” you say and brush your lips against his softly. You pull back after a second and just look into his eyes, a small smile on his lips as he looks back at you.

You kissed him. Your lips touched his. He wasn’t dreaming right? This is happening? Realistically it’s only been a minute since you kissed him, but it feels like his world has exploded into something beautiful. His heart is beating wild and he has butterflies in his stomach, you fit so perfectly in his arms. Your lips were so soft. Once he was sure he wasn’t dreaming his lips crashed into yours again. You melted into him, kissing him back with just as much fervor. He bites your bottom lip and takes advantage of the moment you gasp to deepen the kiss and stick his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth and pushed him down onto his back and straddled his hips. Your skirt riding up your thighs gave him the perfect view of your lace underwear when your head whipped up to the sound of the Alexa timer signaling the oven was done. “The food!”

You were on top of him one second and the next second you were gone. Activating your quirk to run into the kitchen, popping up right next to Present Mic with a mouthful of cheese and crackers which went flying from his mouth when he screamed at the top of his lungs when you just appeared out of nowhere.

He chokes on the rest of the food in his mouth, coughing with a hand on his knee, you say “Alexa stop please” as you take the casseroles out of the oven. “They look amazing!!” You squeal in excitement and turn around making eye contact with a very confused Aizawa.

“Sorry Shouta...” you whisper and try to contain your laughter. He just gives you a look that says you’ll continue that later when Hizashi leaves. “So I guess the Christmas tree is forgotten about...” Hizashi says when he finally swallows his mouth full. You pop the rolls in the oven and go get more plates to set out another spot.

When it’s time to eat you make sure they have drinks before you stand at the head of the table with a carving knife and fork in your hands you look at your friends here. You look at Aizawa the most, his expression was so kind and loving it brought happy excited tears to your eyes. “Thank you guys for coming. Aizawa for indulging me and Hizashi for showing up out of the blue. You don’t know how much this truly means to me. In my house thanksgiving has always been just a celebration of family and all of the blessings we have had through the years.” You clear your throat and laugh a little at the happy tears that spill from your eyes. Your friends are smiling at you and you continue with your speech “I am so thankful for you guys and to be able to be at this school in my dream job. you’re my friends and I’m happy to call you my family as well. Okay that’s enough of my tears” you laugh and take the napkin from the outstretched hand of Aizawa near you, dabbing your eyes to not mess up your makeup. “I’ll cut the turkey now and we can dish the rest!” The laughter and conversation ensued as your little table of two close friends began to eat and exclaim how delicious your cooking was.

After dinner was over, Aizawa and Hizashi helped you clear the table to set out the pies and whip cream and refill drinks, as they enjoyed dessert you excused yourself to the kitchen. Boxing up leftovers for them if they wanted to take some home.

“You’re something else y/n” you looked up from your last box up into the eyes of the man you were falling for “It’s my way of showing thanks to you guys for all the love I have felt tonight. We’ve all been through so much with each other, for each other, for this school. You guys are my family.” You smile back at him as you stack the boxes on the counter.

He takes your hand and pulls you back into the living room where they have have cleaned up and they’re and Present Mic is smiling wide and says “to y/n! For giving us such a wonderful night free of stress and full of delicious food!” Aizawa hands you a glass and lifts his own “to y/n!” He echos and you smile and can’t help the few tears that fall. “I’m so happy you both enjoyed yourseves.” You say and Aizawa pulls you into a side hug.

Aizawa helps you quickly do all the dishes and Present Mic takes it upon himself to put up your Christmas tree and string it with lights dramatically while singing a bad rendition of jingle bells to which he didn’t know all the words.

“So” you say with a cute laugh “about the uh,,, closet times” you giggle while rinsing a plate and placing it in a drying rack “the closet times. That’s what we’re calling it huh?” You laugh “yeah. That’s what we’re calling it. For now at least. Maybe later we can call it the moment you realized how amazing and wonderful I am and how you realized that was the moment you couldn’t live without me” you say with cocky humor and he turns off the water and finishes washing the last dish. He passes it to you and you rinse it and then take the towel he’s offering you to dry your hands on. “If we wanted to pin point that moment I’d say it was the second day I met you. The closet times was you moment I realized that I should have been kissing you all this time” you feel all giddy in your chest when he softly reaches out and takes you by your cheeks and kisses you again.

You pull back when you hear a whistle in the doorway and laugh when you see Present Mic in the doorway wagging his eyebrows and dancing. “Get outta here” Aizawa says with a little smile before he goes back to kissing you. You giggle against his lips and kiss him back. When he pulls back you tuck his loose hair again and say “nah I’m always gonna call it the closet times” you laugh when he gives you a look.

You take out the left over boxes and hand them to Hizashi as he makes his way out the door. “Thank you y/n. Tonight was just what I needed too” he kissed your cheek and then was gone.

When you turn back to look at Aizawa he’s already walking over to you. You have butterflies in your stomach as he pulls you to him and kisses you hard. “If you want to know the moment I fell in love with you that was the third day I knew you” he says and you laugh. If it was the time I beat your ass in front of your students then that’s the time I fell in love with you too” he laughs and nods “that exact moment I knew I had to have you” you kiss up his neck softly “I’m so thankful for you. And for your kisses” you whisper and he laughs “I’m thankful I finally have you in my arms. I can see why you love this holiday so much y/n. It’s one of my favorites now too” he kissed your forehead and you sighed, feeling like you finally had everything you needed in life.

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Can’t Get You Out Of My Head Part 4

Warning: Swearing and My love for Harry Styles

Word count: 2822

Here’s my Masterlist!!

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The Next Morning Anastasia woke up and noticed that Julie wasn’t in her room. She could faintly hear Julie singing in the studio and that brought a smile to her face. After getting dressed In her cheer uniform and finding something to eat in Julie's kitchen she heads down the stone steps to Julie's studio. She slowed her steps after hearing Alex, Luke, and Reggie talking.

“Sup, boys. Whatcha talking about?” Anastasia said, causing the three boys to jump. “For ghosts, you guys get scared easily.”

“Good morning, Asia.” Said Reggie smiling and waving at her.

“Good morning, Reggie. Why do you guys look so stunned?” Anastasia asked.

“We— We’re not stunned?” Luke said, trying to play it off.

“Julie was playing the piano and singing the song her mom wrote for her.” Said Alex.

“I thought I heard her voice.” Said Asia excitedly. “Do you know how exciting this is! She hasn’t sung a note in a whole year.”

“But why’d she lie about not able to play,” Luke asked.

“You have to understand that it was extremely difficult when she lost her mom. Music is what connected me, Julie, and her mom. When she passed she didn’t want to play music anymore.” Anastasia turned around after hearing footsteps.

“Flynn! Wait, why are you crying?”

Flynn sniffed. “I just can’t believe Julie no longer in the music program.”

“I know. If you want to talk to her she’s in the studio.” Anastasia motioned to the studio.

“Alright, I’m gonna try to convince her to try to get back in the program.”

“You go do that. I’ll stay here.” She looked over the boys who were in a conversation.

“But we can listen.” Said Reggie. The boys went over to the door to listen to the conversation.

“Listening to girls' conversations is not cool. Did you guys do that back in the day too?” Asked Asia.

“Shhh.” Said Luke.

“I swear if you weren’t a ghost I would’ve kicked your ass by now,” Asia mumbled, crossing her arms.

A couple of minutes later Julie and Flynn walked out of the studio. Anastasia was sitting down with Reggie trying to act natural like the rest of the boys.

“There’s the other member of Triple Threat.” Said Flynn helping Asia get up.

“You know I never agreed to that name.” Said Anastasia rolling her eyes.

“Oh I know, but I don’t care. Plus I brought those shirts and it’s way too late to get a refund.” Said Flynn grabbing Anastasia's arm to link up with her.

“Oh, hey!” Julie said to the boys.

Asia and Flynn turned around to look at Julie. Asia knew she was speaking to the boys but Flynn couldn’t see them. Flynn gave Julie a weird look.

“Let’s hustle!” Yelled Julie turning Flynn back around motioning her to move. Julie turned back around and waved at them. Which is another mistake because Flynn turned back around to look at her.

“Julie, you okay?”

“Flynn, she’s fine. I bet she's just nervous.”

“Don’t worry, we weren’t listening.” Yelled Reggie.

Luke has immediately kicked him. Reggie has made a loud noise that caused the girls to look at each other trying not to laugh. A car horn could be heard. Julie tried to play off another wave to the boys.

“Ladies, if we don’t leave my mom will leave us here.” Said Anastasia

“Nooo, I don’t want to walk to school.” Yelled Flynn. Flynn pushed past the two girls and ran to the car. Julie ran behind her. Anastasia gave the guys a wave before running off.

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“Believe me, Julie, I think it’s wonderful that you sang again.” Ms. Harrison admitted after the girls explained what happened. “I prayed for this moment for almost a year. But it’s too late.”

“What if you hear her play?” Anastasia questioned.

“We all know she’s amazing.” Added Flynn.

“It wouldn't matter. A new student starts tomorrow.” Ms. Harrison sighed at the disappointed looks on the girls’ faces. “There’s only—-“

“So many spots.” Julie finished. “And if I don’t participate, I’m out. I know.”

Ms. Harrison stepped towards the girls. “I did everything I could to keep you here this year, but Principal Lessa was very clear that yesterday was your last chance. You’ll have to reapply next semester.” The bell rang signaling the start of class. “I’m truly sorry.”

The girls sighed. Flynn and Anastasia threw their arms around Julie as they walked out of the music room.

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“MOM!! I’m home!” Anastasia yelled as she closed the door after having an unscheduled class, meaning she could go home. Anastasia walking in the kitchen noticed a message on the refrigerator. “Went grocery shopping with grandma. We’ll be back in a couple of hours. Love Mom and Grandma.”

“Well, at least I can play music without being interrupted.” Anastasia runs up to her room to grab her speaker and runs back into the kitchen with it in her hand. After she sets its up. She plays “Adore you by Harry Styles” while she figures out what to eat.

Your wonder under summer skies

Brown skin and lemon over ice

Would you believe it?

Anastasia heads back over to the refrigerator as she starts to sing the lyrics pulling out certain ingredients.

You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you something

Lately, you've been on my mind

She starts to dance around the kitchen pulling out certain items put her ingredients in.

Honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Anastasia gets too caught up in singing and dancing around the kitchen to hear a poofing sound.

Oh, honey

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

As Anastasia finishes the song she notices that someone has been watching her. Anastasia jumps as she gets scared.

“Holy Shit, Luke! How long have you been watching me!” Yelled Anastasia holding her chest.

Luke walks up to her. “Long enough. I thought it was cute and you also have an amazing singing voice.

“Thanks.” She mumbled.

“Did I make you that nervous? I’m sorry, Anastasia.”

“I— I... Just a little confused and worried. Are the guys here?” Anastasia scratches her head trying to avoid eye contact.

Luke hops on the counter table. “Nope. Just me.”

“I’m shocked I thought you guys were three peas in a pod. Are you too old to understand that?”

“Very funny, but back to what I was saying. You have a very beautiful voice. I understand why Julie is hiding her. Why are you?”

“I have my reasons. Wait! How did you know where I lived.” Anastasia went back to cooking.

Luke scratches the back of his head. “I..I- I... I may have followed you home.”

“Luke!” Anastasia tried to hit him but her hand went right through him.

“I’m a ghost, remember. You can’t hit me.”

“I’ll get Alex to you for me.” Anastasia grabbed a pan out of the cabinets then grabbed the oil.

“Alex won’t do it.”

“I’ll try!” Luke chuckled at Anastasia's comment.

“I have a question, Luke.” Said Anastasia looked up at Luke after turning the stove on

“You’ve had a lot of questions today so go ahead.”

“What killed you guys?”

“We ate some pretty bad hot dogs” Anastasia started to cook on the stove but soon pause after hearing what Luke said.

“Hotdogs!” Anastasia started to laugh. “You have to be joking. There’s no way that’s possible. Please tell me this is a joke.”

Luke shook his head no. “I’m not joking. We ate some pretty bad hotdogs. We just thought it was a new flavor.” Anastasia finished cooking and turned off the stove and started to clean up.

“So are you three scared of hotdogs now?”

“Probably, Alex. I have no idea about Reggie.” Luke shrugged.

“What about you?” Anastasia grabbed a plate to place her food.

“Maybe, I mean we can’t eat so it’s not much of a problem.

“So if I put a hotdog in front of your face you wouldn’t run away screaming?”

“Don’t try it. That would ruin my reputation.”

Anastasia giggles looking at Luke shaking her head. “You're dead! What reputation, the only reputation you have is eating bad hotdogs.”

“Ari!” Anastasia knew who that voice belonged to.

“Get off the table,” Anastasia mumbled.

“You know she can’t see me.”

“Still.” Luke looked at her for a minute then hopped off the counter.

“Yes, Ma. Also, why are you calling me back my middle name?”

“Cause, I can. Come help with the groceries.”

“Yes, ma’am” It only took her a couple of trips to the car and back into the house to get the groceries in the house. She grabbed her food and speaker and headed up to her room. She noticed Luke laying on her bed. She closed her door before she started to speak to the ghost in the room.

“Why are you laying on my bed.”

“It looked comfy.”

“Don’t you have to check on the guys?”

“They can wait. I like talking to you.”

“I like talking to you too.” She said before taking a bite out of her food.

“Hey, what’s in that book.” Luke had pointed to the book that was laying on her desk.

“Don’t touch that, please.”

“Why?”

“It’s personal. Please, don’t touch it, Luke.”

Anastasia’s mom had knocked on the door. “Hey, Anastasia. Do you want to go over to Julie’s for a couple of hours?

“Sure, let me get changed.”

“Alright, let me know when you're ready.”

“I’ll see you at Julie.” Said Luke gaining Anastasia’s attention back to him.

“See you there.” Luke jumped and poofed back to Julie’s.

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Anastasia had made it just in time Julie was just reaching her door.

“Julie!”

“Asia? What are you doing here? Julie said as she opened the door to her house.

“My mom said I could come over if I wanted to. So here I am.” Anastasia said walking into Julie’s house

“Sometimes I question your sanity.”

“Ouch, I’m hurt.” Anastasia giggles as she and Julie heading up to her room. Julie laughs along with her. When they reached Julie’s room they didn’t expect to see Alex, Reggie, and Luke looking around Julie’s room. Anastasia and Julie both stopped in their tracks.

“What are you guys doing in my room?” Julie asked.

All of them turned to look at the two girls trying to form an answer.

“We were looking for the kitchen?” Luke tried.

“Luke, you were just at my house. You know where a kitchen is.” Anastasia said.

“This... this can’t happen. It’s creepy. Julie pointed at Reggie. “Get off my bed, please.”

Reggie obeyed and hopped off her bed.

Luke raised his hand as he was standing on a stool to look at her shelves. “Hey, Julie? What’s in the box?”

“That’s off-limits,” Julie answered.

“Oh. Oh, okay.” Luke chuckled. “Girl stuff.”

“Oh, like butterflies and glitter?” Reggie guessed.

“Is that all you know about girls?” Anastasia questioned looking at Reggie.

“Oh come on,” said Alex. “I’m sorry about them.”

“It’s none of your business.” Julie crossed her arms.

“I don’t even know what is in there,” said Anastasia. Julie pointed at Anastasia nodding.

“And yes, there might be some glitter.”

Alex then picked up a picture frame of Julie and her mom and turned around. “Hey, I actually picked something up! It then fell through his hands and landed on Julie’s bed. “I dropped it.”

“Is that your mom?” Luke questioned while looking down at the frame.

“Yes, and it’s my favorite picture of us, so if you break it, I’ll break you,” Julie warned, snatching the frame back and placing it on the table next to her bed.

“Okay, well, sorry, because we're kind of unbreakable at this point,” Alex argued.

“I don’t get it,” Julie admitted. “You guys can mess up our beds, pick up your instruments, but you can’t pick up other stuff?”

“I know right?” Luke agreed. “It’s hard. But for some reason, our instruments, easy.”

“Yeah, like super easy.” Reggie suddenly stood up from sitting on the beanbag at the edge of Julie’s bed. “Oh, and check out what I learned today.”

His bass suddenly appeared out of the air. However, it landed against his chest causing him to fall backward onto the beanbag.

Anastasia chucked. “Yeah, that looked super easy.”

“But it’s like I always thought, our instruments are connected to our souls,” Luke commented.

“Hey,” a voice suddenly greeted them.”

Reggie immediately rolled backward landing on his feet next to Alex. Alex's left-hand hits Luke's chest and Luke holds it before letting go. (I ship this so much!) Anastasia and Julie turned to see Ray standing in the doorway.

“Everything okay?” Ray Asked.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Julie answered.

“Okay. I thought I heard you two talking to other people.”

“Nope.” Julie gestured to her laptop that was sitting on top of a truck. “Must’ve been my laptop...that I just closed.”

Ray lightly chuckled. “Okay. If you two need anything...” He pointed to her door.

“Yeah, thanks,” Julie said.

Ray shut the door behind him. Anastasia and Julie turned back to the boys.

“Your dad seems like the kind of guy who likes to barbecue,” Reggie said. “I bet he has a great ribs recipe.”

“Ooo, my grandma has an amazing ribs recipe. “ Anastasia inputted.

“I don’t know, but if you guys wanna talk to me we have to do it in the studio,” Julie announced. “He’s worried about me enough as it is.”

“What if we want to talk to Anastasia?” Asked Reggie.

“My house or the studio,” Anastasia answered.

“Anyways, He seems chill. You should just tell him about us.” Luke suggested.

“Your kidding right?” Julie said as Luke's smile on his face faded away. “This past year, everyone’s been watching over me, being super nice, as if they’re waiting for me to snap. If I tell me, dad I met a ghost band, I’ll be back to talking to Doctor Turner three times a week.”

“Yeah, you probably shouldn’t tell him.” Luke then looked back up at the box and stepped on the stool. “Julie....”

“Oh my gosh, I thought I told you to leave that alone!”

“I know. You should’ve said nothing, ‘cause now I can’t stop thinking about it and I can’t ask Anastasia. So.. what’s in the box, Julie?”

Julie sighed, finally caving in. “It’s just my dream box, okay? Whenever I get a thought or something I write it down and get it out of my mind.”

“Like lyrics?” Luke asked.

“They would be if I still wrote music like I used to with my mom. Now it’s just full of stuff that doesn’t make me sad.”

Alex stood up from sitting by Julie's window. “But, I mean, you do play. We heard you this morning.”

“Oh no.” Mumbled Anastasia.

Julie's eyes widened. “In the garage.”

Luke got down from his stool and slapped Alex on the arm.

“So you were there, too?”

They all tried to stammer out a response. Luke then laid on his stomach on Julie’s bed, placing his cheek in the palm of his hand. He stared up at the two girls with big green eyes. Anastasia felt her heart flutter at the slight.

“So, where is your kitchen, by the way?” Luke asked.

Julie got down to his eyes level. “Okay, we need to set some boundaries. For starters, stay out of my room!”

All of them immediately left Julie’s room. Reggie had slung his bass over his shoulder and strummed a tune while walking out of the room.

Alex then poked his head back in. “Hey, Um, sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. Did you get back into your music program?”

“No,” Julie responded. “No, I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry. That really sucks.”

“Thanks.”

The three of them were left in uncomfortable silence as Alex wouldn’t leave the room. Anastasia was looking around the room along with Julie.

“Do you need anything else, Alex?” Anastasia questioned.

“Oh, Yeah. Reggie and I were wondering when you were going to sing for us since Luke told us you could sing. You don’t have to sing if you don’t want to..but if you want...I mean..I-“

Anastasia chuckled as Alex tried to form a sentence. “Technically, I didn’t know Luke was there but I’ll sing for guys soon. I promise.”

Alex nodded with a smile. His head had finally left the room. Anastasia had jumped on Julie’s bed, staring at the ceiling. All that was on her mind was the green-eyed ghost boy in Julie’s kitchen.

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Iwaizumi-san, just this once, please? We’ll treat you to that shop that serves the amazing agedashi tofu you love. You’re the only one we can count on now.”

Iwaizumi peered at his fellow colleagues. It was rare for them to have such a desperate look plastered on their faces. The look where they would literally pluck the moon if you asked them to.

“As long as I get the job done?” he questioned, amused by their reactions.

“Yes!! As long as we get to mark this case as closed, unlimited refill of agedashi tofu at your service!”

Iwaizumi tilted his head at the thought of that agedashi tofu he couldn’t forget. Closing a case and having agedashi tofu? Sounded like a win-win situation for him.

“Yeah, whatever. Remember to keep your words. Now hand me the case file.” he shrugged, extending his hand out to grab the file.

“You’re the best Iwaizumi-san! We’re counting on you!”

What’s the big deal of this case anyway, Iwaizumi thought. There wasn’t a case where he couldn’t close throughout his career as a professional dog trainer.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Iwaizumi let out a heavy, long sigh. Clearly this was not what he signed up for. It had been 2 hours, but they were still at square one.

“No wonder they agreed on an unlimited refill of agedashi tofu so easily.” he muttered.

“Eh, Iwa-chan? What did you say? Let’s take a break, shall we? I’m in need for some iced coffee now. Hachi looks like she needs a break too.”

Looking up to see a mop of golden fur sprawled across the brunette boy, he heaved another long sigh. “Just half an hour. Get back here after half an hour.”

Man, this isn’t going as how he wanted it to be.

“Hachi has been here for two full programs but we just can’t seem to get her moving. We can’t even get her to sit. That’s how serious it is. It’s not like she has behaviour problems, but she’s just too engrossed in her own little world. Her owner has started to question us on her lack of progress, and we’re questioning ourselves and Hachi too. Only if Hachi could answer her owner about her progress on behalf of us.

“So we’re planning to take her back, tell her owner that we really tried our best but it seems that Hachi is beyond our means, and express our regret. Could you do that for us, Iwaizumi-san?”

What his colleagues didn’t tell him that how headstrong Hachi’s owner was.

“Please, Iwaizumi-kun. I know she’s quite a handful to handle, but I just don’t have the time to train her myself. Could you stick with her until she completes her training successfully, please? She’ll get through it one day! I promise!” Hachi’s owner pleaded with a look Iwaizumi couldn’t possibly reject.

Most importantly, no one told Iwaizumi of where Hachi learnt her mischievous antics from.

And boy, having two balls of mischief to handle required more than two hands.

The first encounter with the master of mischief was undoubtedly, a mess.

Iwaizumi was on an evening stroll in the park with Hachi as promised with her owner, when a scream suddenly broke the peaceful atmosphere.

“HACHIIIIII OMG THERE YOU ARE!! MOM WAS NOT AT HOME AND NEITHER WERE YOU! I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED AND WAS READY TO CALL THE POLICE BUT THANK THE HEAVENS YOU’RE HERE!

“AND YOU! WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU WITH MY HACHI? MOVE IT! GIMME THE LEASH. HOW DARE YOU WALK ALONG WITH MY HACHI.”

Iwaizumi swore that if there was no one around them he would smack the shit out of the brunette in front of him. “Hold up, who are you? I wasn’t informed that Hachi had another owner,”

The brunette waved him away dismissively. “Oh shush. Get on your way and give me back my dog, would you? Oh Hachi, are you alright? Were you scared walking with a stranger? Don’t worry, Tooru is here now……” he said, while continuing to babytalk Hachi, ruffling her fur and ignoring Iwaizumi completely.

Iwaizumi had enough. This was not how he planned to wind down for the day.

He tugged on Hachi’s leash and continued walking, leaving the brunette stumbling on his steps. “As a professional dog trainer, I am not allowed to leave my client with a person I do not know, or whose identity was not informed of beforehand. So if you may, please leave my client and I alone as we carry on with our lovely evening stroll, Have a nice day.”

“If she isn’t my dog, how would I know her name?”

“How do I know? Maybe you looked at her collar. Maybe you mistook her for another dog.”

“Nonsense? It’s obvious Hachi knows who I am. Look at her! She’s so happy to see me.”

“She’s a golden retriever. They’re friendly and warm up to everyone.”

“Well, you got a point there. But- Hey! That’s not the main point!”

The both of them bickered their way back to Hachi’s house, where the misunderstanding was cleared by Hachi’s owner, aka the brunette’s mother.

“I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding, Iwaizumi-kun. I should’ve let you know about Tooru if I knew that he was coming back today,” the older woman sighed. “You little brat, why didn’t you inform me that you were coming home today? I could’ve picked up some unagi from the store just now,” she said, smacking the back of the brunette’s head as he yelped.

“Call me Oikawa.”

“Iwaizumi.”

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As the sessions progressed, Iwaizumi got to know both Oikawa and Hachi better, which helped with the development. They were currently halfway through the program, much to Iwaizumi’s surprise. Even his colleagues were stunned by the steady progress made.

“You know, maybe it’s because Oikawa’s with Hachi during the program this round. Going through the program together with someone they’re close to really makes a difference as compared to completing it alone,” one of Iwaizumi’s colleague commented when they dropped by for an observation during one of the sessions. “See how Hachi’s eyes light up at the sight of him? Man, he should’ve been here from the first program. That would save us all the trouble.”

They were right. Hachi indeed seemed more enthusiastic with the brunette around. And definitely more cooperative.

They were like two peas in a pod: The unlimited amount of energy they emit, the glint of mischief in their eyes, the blinding shine they radiate, the puppy look they give to get away with something, the way they whine and laze around when they were tired. No wonder people say the dogs do resemble their owners.

“Well, hopefully he’ll be here until the end of the program. I do hear that models frequently fly around for shoots if they’re top in demand. He looks really familiar though, has he been on major ads before?”

Iwaizumi glanced at the two across the lawn. Oikawa was exhilarated as Hachi placed her paw in his palm for a handshake, showering her with treats. Iwaizumi groaned, burying his face into his palms. How many times has he told Oikawa not to overfeed Hachi with treats?

“No idea. And I don’t want to know either.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Iwaizumi wasn’t much of a coffee drinker. In fact, he preferred tea over coffee. So why was he on his fourth cup of iced coffee within a week?

“By the way, why did you name her Hachi? Don’t tell me you got the idea from watching Hachiko. She’s not even a Shiba Inu,” Iwaizumi asked, sipping on his iced coffee.

They were currently chilling at the terrace of a pet-friendly café after their session for the day. It had become a routine for them to grab coffee together after their sessions. Not that Iwaizumi was complaining.

“Duh, of course I know she isn’t a Shiba Inu,” Oikawa rolled his eyes. “I named her Hachi because if you turn the figure eight sideways, it represents the infinity sign. I wanted her to have endless possibilities, as well as an abundance of blessings in her life, and that our love towards her would be eternal, whatever it may be,”

Oikawa leaned to the side against his palms, looking far ahead. “Remember when you asked me why I got a golden retriever instead of a chihuahua because you thought chihuahuas reflected my sassiness? Well, that’s because we didn’t have a choice. She came to us first.

“We found her in a box by the roadside on the way home one winter. She was just a small blob of golden fur, trembling from the cold piercing weather, but still breathing. Seeing her fight with all her might to get through the freezing night reminded me of how I should persevere with what I love, although I’m not blessed with inborn talent for it. So, I want her to be blessed with nothing but good things from the day the bond between us was forged.

“Maybe it’s because I kinda see myself in her too, that’s why,” Oikawa’s fingers running gently through the golden sea of fur. “That glimmer of hope she showed me still serves as a constant reminder that as long as I keep on going, I’ll reach the end of the rainbow one day. Nothing is impossible, don’t you think?”

Iwaizumi was taken aback. For a moment his mind went blank, and all he could see was how Oikawa radiated with a soft warm glow, so warm it created a weird fuzzy feeling in his heart. He had always viewed Oikawa as someone simple-minded and carefree. Never would he thought that he would one day find Oikawa to be charming. Maybe his heart had started to bloom for Oikawa little by little without him realising it.

But would he let Oikawa know this new feeling he had? Absolutely not.

“Wow, Oikawa. I never expected you to be so eloquent in such a meaningful and deep topic,”

“So mean, Iwa-chan! What do you take me for? A dumb blonde?”

“Except you’re not blonde. You’re brunette,”

“Iwa-chan!!!”

“…But yeah, you take after a golden retriever more than a chihuahua now,”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Iwaizumi tugged on his rolled-up sleeves unconsciously as he watched the scene unfold before him. It was his first time at a shoot, so the way the production crew scurried around with all sorts of equipment was new to him. Hachi seemed to be calmer than he was, sitting next to him unfazed.

He wasn’t sure if it was his nervousness or the lack of oxygen due to the number of people in such a small space that made him start to sweat. What exactly was he nervous for anyway? And why in the world did he choose to wear a dress shirt instead of a casual t-shirt? “It’s not like you’re gonna the one in front of the camera, you idiot.” he muttered to himself.

He would be relaxing with a cup of tea in hand while reading a book in his living room on his day off if it wasn’t for Oikawa.

“Iwa-chan! My manager just called me and said that the client wants Hachi to model with me for the new promotional ad! Sounds exciting, doesn’t it? Do you think she’ll be able to pull it off? I mean, I believe she will, but I just wanted your reassurance and-”

“One question at a time, Oikawa. I only have one mouth to answer per question.”

“Anyway, as Hachi’s professional and personal trainer, I was wondering if you could come by to my shoot to oversee the process with Hachi? I know that we don’t have any sessions scheduled on the day, but I would really appreciate it if you could be on set just in case anything happens midway. Also, as a source of support for me, maybe?”

It’s all for Hachi, nothing else, Iwaizumi repeatedly told himself. He hadn’t realised a figure walking towards him as he was absorbed in his mantra.

“Iwa-chan! You made it!”

Iwaizumi had seen angels in real life before. Well, anime angel character cosplayers count, right? Or during Halloween you could probably spot at least 5 girls dressing up as angels in Shibuya. Nothing particularly new, he would say.

The person standing before him wasn’t dressed in any fancy angel costume, but Iwaizumi swore that he saw luminous wings arching off his back, and a halo glow softly above his head. The comfort and cosiness radiated felt so much like home, and if he could, Iwaizumi wished to bask in this strangely familiar and soothing warmth, where he felt safe and snug in.

“Earth to Iwa? Hello?” Oikawa waved his hand in front of Iwaizumi’s face. “Why are you burning up red all of a sudden? Do you want me to get you a bottle of cold water?”

Iwaizumi rubbed his neck bashfully, hoping that the warm flush that was spreading to the tip of his ears would somehow manage to cease. “No, it’s fine. Maybe because it’s a little humid in here.”

“But it’s fully air-conditioned in here though? Anyway, thanks for being with Hachi while I was getting ready. I’ll take it from here! Allow me to show you how a top model works.”

Iwaizumi couldn’t quite remember what happened afterwards. Everything seemed to zoom by in a flash throughout the whole shoot.

The next thing he knew was the three of them back in Oikawa’s place, chilling in the living room.

“Kya, nothing beats a fresh shower and ice cream after a long shoot! Oh, and enjoying the perfectly timed sunset out there! Isn’t this just wonderful, Iwa-chan?”

“Shouldn’t you prepare your stomach for dinner at this time? Also, who eats ice cream right out of the tub? I thought models have diets to follow by.” Iwaizumi sipped on his cup of camomile tea he miraculously found in Oikawa’s pantry.

Oikawa waved his hand dismissively at Iwaizumi’s remarks. “You’re no fun, Iwa-chan. The best way to eat ice cream is eating it straight from the tub! Don’t tell me you haven’t tried this before. Also, this is just for starters. Dinner is the main course.”

“If ice cream is the appetizer, what about dessert? Milkshakes?”

“Hey, that’s actually a great idea!” Oikawa’s eyes sparkled. “We could make avocado milkshakes later, I still have some avocado left in the fridge. Or we could try that new place that serves pastries and milkshakes down the street. I heard they’re pet-friendly too, so Hachi can come along too! Sounds like a plan!”

Sometimes Iwaizumi questioned himself how he could get along with an alien like Oikawa, who was clearly from a different planet.

As both of their places were nearby, Iwaizumi found himself hanging out at Oikawa’s place more often, and the latter at his place too. Despite the difference in their personalities, they became closer over the sessions. Not on the instructor-client relationship level, but on a more intimate level. It may sound unprofessional, having the line between work and personal life blurred, but neither of them made the move to set it back in place.

It was as if they forgot the eyes around them, from Iwaizumi’s colleagues and Oikawa’s agency. Will you both still continue seeing each other like this after the program ends, they would ask. Even the both of them were unsure of the answer. Or maybe they were afraid to let out the true answer hidden deep in their hearts; their innermost feelings too vulnerable to be revealed. They became too comfortable in each other’s presence. A sudden halt in this newfound bliss would lead them both hanging by a thread, ready to snap if the loose ends were not tied well together.

There was no turning back.

“Say, Oikawa. I was wondering, remember back when you said you were not blessed with inborn talent for modelling, what do you mean by that? From what I saw today, you were pretty good at your job. The shoot ended on a high note, didn’t it?” Although Iwaizumi forgot most of what happened earlier on, he still remembered how the photographer and production team sang praises about Oikawa throughout the shoot.

Oikawa’s eyes widened at the unexpected praise. “You think so? That’s a really nice thing to hear from you, Iwa-chan. You should shower me with more praises rather than shooting me with your snappy remarks. The more you say nice things, the lovelier you become. Same with growing plants.”

“Don’t change the topic and answer my question.”

Oikawa chuckled at Iwaizumi’s response. He looked at the tub of ice cream in his hands and was lost in thought for a moment. Iwaizumi had never seen Oikawa in such a manner. The twinkle in his eyes became clouded, his usual glow dimmed as though rain from the dark clouds casted in his eyes poured over it. He hated to see this version of him.

“I know it may sound ridiculous and absurd because it seems like I have everything in my hands, but that’s not necessary the case. Yes, I may be blessed with good looks that secures me a spot in the fashion and entertainment industry, but how far can I go with just that?

“I was offered opportunities in the acting and idol field before. I gave them a shot, but I found myself coming back to modelling eventually. But with my looks, I would often score jobs that were just limited to a specific category: being pretty. Not that I disliked it, but I didn’t want to be just a pretty boy. I want to expand my horizons, to try different genres and types. Because I believe I’m more than that.

“That’s why I stayed abroad for most of the time previously. I was fortunate enough to sign with a couple of international agencies and worked wherever opportunities led me to. The modelling scene is different from here, and I’ve grown a lot over the years and experience too. It was difficult at first, being in foreign lands, with different languages and work cultures, being jobless due to lack of experience and having no connections in the beginning stages. Heck, there was once where I was so close to being broke and wanting to give it all up. I even stepped on my pride to beg agencies and clients to accept me.

“But hey, here I am now. Climbing to the top was no easy feat, but I made it, and it’s all worth it. I’m sure you know what I mean. Runway, commercial, fitness, high fashion, I’ve done them all. I was able to fulfil my dreams and desires,” The dark clouds that were once looming around Oikawa cleared up, with a rainbow emerging to bring out the sparkle and glow that had been undeservingly hidden, which Iwaizumi loved.

“Many often ask why I decided to take on this path when I could have a smoother and secure path in the entertainment industry back here. I was more suited in the entertainment industry compared modelling, or I was born with a face to be on screen, they would say. I guess this worthless pride of mine got the better of me, and I don’t regret one bit.”

Oikawa turned to face Iwaizumi who had turned dead quiet after his long explanation. “An unexpectedly interesting and deep story, isn’t it? Come on, don’t be so serious. Were you expecting something more light-hearted? Or some over dramatic life-threatening story?”

It took a few seconds for Iwaizumi to regain back his composure. “You’re always a box of surprises, Oikawa.”

“And that’s what you love about me, don’t you?” Oikawa playfully winked at Iwaizumi, which was returned with Iwaizumi’s eyes rolled up to the celling.

Oikawa kept the now melted pool of ice cream back in the refrigerator and filled a glass of water to drink. “Anyway, I think I’ll be stationed back here for a while. I haven’t been back home for quite some time now, and it feels nice to be back again.”

“Are you sure you’re not staying back because you don’t have to worry about meals thanks to your mom?” Iwaizumi said, rubbing Hachi’s belly as she flipped over to enjoy the massage.

“Excuse you, I believe I can cook better than you. All these years of experience made me a fine man in all aspects, if you were unaware,”

“Besides, I think I found another reason to stay back longer this round.” Oikawa plopped down beside Iwaizumi, joining in Hachi’s belly rub session.

“And that is? To spend more time with Hachi?”

Oikawa looked up to meet Iwaizumi’s eyes. He could look into them all day if he could.

“That’s one reason, but there’s another.”

“What’s that then?”

“Not telling you.”

“Are you serious, Oikawa.”

“Think, Iwa-chan, think! It’s no fun if I tell you everything, right?”

If Hachi and Oikawa were destined to meet, then she would be the reason for Oikawa and Iwaizumi to be destined to cross paths. A destiny in a destiny.

#haikyuu #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa #oikawa toru #iwaoi #iwaoi fluff #haikyū!!#haikyuu imagines #hq #hq imagines #can someone pls tell me what genre is this

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