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Five times I whispered 'I love you.' Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader.

Summary; Being Daphne's best friend had its perks, growing up alongside the Bridgerton family, going to the balls with them, and falling in love with her older brother.

Warning; shit tone of fluff, little smut, angst. Family death; readers mother passed away and Father is ill with similar traits as the King. Readers last name is Taylor.

Distractions.

"Y/n,"

You pause, looking through the mirror at Daphne, your fingers run through your curls, a simple lilac dress hugging your frame beautifully.

"Dear, why are you running?" You laugh, raising a questioning brow at the oldest Bridgerton daughter.

"I need your help, the Duke is on his way and I need a moment alone with him-"

"Out of wedlock," You turn around to face Daphne, with a gasp, you place a hand on your chest with a teasing smirk, "How scandalous."

Daphne whacks your shoulder, passing you to take a lipstick from her vanity, "No, I need you to go downstairs and distract Anthony for me, mother has taken the others to the market and you are my only help."

"It will cost you three new books-"

"Of course," Daphne beams, pressing a kiss on your cheek, "Thank you."

You hum in reply, the two of you quickly scurrying to window as the carriage arrives at the front of the house. You both share a look before the two of rush out her room and down the stairs, hands held together as you try not too trip over your dresses.

"Go quickly, I'll distract him," You gently push Daphne towards the door before rushing towards Anthony's office.

Taking a deep breath, you straighten your dress and gently knock on his door. Hearing a faint, 'come in', you gently open the door, popping your head around the corner as he looks up from his desk.

"Lord Bridgerton," You greet with a smile, "I was wondering-"

"What are you up too?" Anthony frowns, placing down his work, "You have that look on your face-"

"I have no look upon my face-"

"You certainty do-"

"My face holds nothing but beauty,"

Anthony laughs, standing up as you smile teasingly at him, "You hold a lot of beauty, Lady Taylor."

You feel your cheeks blush as he gets himself a drink, he leans against his desk as he watches you. You hold his eyes for a moment before clearing your throat, "I was wondering if you wanted to walk with me in the gardens, Daphne is busy-"

"Of course," Anthony replies, taking his jacket from the back of his chair.

"Are you not busy?"

"Not for you," Anthony offers you his arm with a smile, "And I can't have my sisters dear friend wondering around alone."

You smile, taking his arm as the two of you head towards the gardens, you look over your shoulder catching Daphne followed by the Duke who gives you a cheeky wink to which you roll your eyes at playfully.

Anthony holds the door for you, and you head out into the gardens. Beautiful lines of flowers lead down the garden path towards the pond, where a tall white fountain sits in the middle of it.

"Its beautiful out here," You say, letting your fingertips run over tall pink flowers, "You should host a picnic."

Anthony hums in agreement, "And whom should attend?"

"Me," You raise a brow at him, making him tilt his head down towards yours with a smile on his own.

"You practically live here," He jokes, "But you are more than welcome."

Your hand falls from Anthony's arm as Hyacinth and Gregory come bounding towards the two of you, their nanny running close behind with bright red cheeks. You catch Hyacinth in your arms, placing the ten year old on you hip as she hugs you.

"Y/n," She beams, "Have you seen our new flowers, mother had them placed by the entrance, they are tall and purple and-"

"They are beautiful," You press a kiss on her cheek, Anthony watches with small smile, holding Gregory's hand in his own as the four of you continue your walk, "What are you two playing?"

"We were just running around," Gregory answers, gently swinging his and Anthony's hands.

"Sounds exhausting," You roll your eyes playfully as Hyacinth giggles at you.

"Anthony?" Gregory pauses, pointing over into the distance, "What is that?"

Your eyes go wide as Anthony looks over at you, then towards the carriage at the front of the house. Anthony races towards the entrance as you place down Hyacinth, taking hers and Gregory's hand as you follow behind him.

Reaching the entrance, the carriage is long gone, leaving Daphne stood at the doors with a small smile. Anthony skids to a stop, looking up at his sister with a questioning look. You stop beside Daphne, holding a cheeky smile as he glares at you, now knowing your true intentions for wanting to go for a walk.

"I best excuse myself," You press a kiss on the two youngest's head before pressing one on Daphne's kiss, who whispers a thank you. Making your way down the steps, you lean up to press a kiss on his cheek, "Have a lovely evening, Ant."

Anthony watches you walk away, fingertips brushing over his cheek as Daphne laughs, he glares up at her, "You are unable to question my love life if you are unable to sort out yours, brother."

Anthony watches as his sister ushers his little brother and sister inside the house before looking over his shoulder in the distance you had wondered off too.

2. Always.

"Lady Taylor,"

You jump in surprise as The Duke bursts into the room, eyes wide, breathing heavily, cloths in disarray. It was late a night, your home library only lit up by a few candles. You place down your book, heart pounding in your chest as catch onto the worry in his eyes.

"Daphne has gone into labour, Y/n," He hurries, offering you his hand as you rush with him through your house.

"What is happening?" Your father questions, stepping outside of his office.

"It's Daphne papa," You quickly explain, slipping on your shoes, "She has gone into labour."

"Wish her my best," You father smiles, looking over your shoulder at the Duke who takes your hand again gently pulling you along, "And you too son, you'll be a fine father."

The Duke smile quickly, closing the doors behind you before climbing into the carriage, "Are you alright?"

Simon nods, knee bobbing up and down, his face written with anxiety, "I am worried."

"Daphne is a strong woman, I have grown up alongside her and she will be a wonderful mother," You reassure him before teasingly adding, "So will you."

Simon laughs, "Thank you, Y/n. She asked for you, she needs you beside her."

"Always."

"As did the Viscount," Simon says, you open your mouth to reply but he beats you too it, "He trusts you, I have never seen Anthony so infatuated."

The rest of the carriage ride is sat in silence. Your heart pounding in your chest as you arrive, Simon rushes out before you, you quickly following as you rush towards Daphne's room. Reaching the hallway towards her room, The Duke runs past the siblings who sit scattered outside the in the hallway. Anthony pushes off the wall he was leaning on, quickly taking your hands as Daphne's scream echoes down the hall as Simon walks back into her room.

Your eyes stay onto his, squeezing his hand, "I have too-"

"I know," Anthony nods, pressing a gently kiss on your hands, "Be with her."

You walk past the siblings, pressing a quick kiss on Hyacinth's head as you pass. Anthony watches as you close the bedroom door behind you, before sighing, slumping back down beside Benedict.

"Are you ever going to come to your senses?"

Anthony frowns, looking at his brother, "Pardon?"

"Y/n, she has grown with us," Benedict leans his head back against the wall, "You don't look at her like how Colin and I do, you look at her as if she holds your world."

Anthony shakes his head, "I do not wish to burden Y/n with our family-"

"She is family."

Hours had past. Gregory and Hyacinth had gone to bed, the rest of the siblings fallen asleep in the hall. Benedict passes his brother a drink as he rubs his eyes tiredly.

"I believe it will be a boy," Benedict mumbles tiredly as Anthony hums in agreement.

Their heads shot up as you quietly come from the room, gently closing it behind you, you smile brightly, "It's a boy."

Anthony and Benedict share a laugh, as the other siblings startle awake. They celebrate together as Anthony walks towards you, gently wiping away the happy tear that rolled down your cheek. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as you rest your hands on his chest as holds you close.

"Thank you, Y/n."

"Always, Anthony."

3. Take my hand.

Aubrey Hall looked stunning under the summer sun, the garden decorated with numerous tents, surrounding a platform for dancing, a band siting in the corner.

"It looks truly beautiful," Daphne mutters as you nod in agreement, watching as Lords and Ladies began to dance under the evening sky.

Anthony and Colin walk up to the two of you and Anthony takes a moment to take in how breath taking you look. A sheer black dress sat over a burgundy one with think straps, sheer black gloves reach over your elbows, dark hair curled and pulled into a perfect bun. He smiled gently as you thank him for the drink he passed you, the four of you stand on the steps watching down on the garden party.

"Is that Lord Elton your father is talking too?" Colin asks, squinting under the sun as the three of your follow Colin's gaze, "Why would your father be speaking to Lord Elton, the man that has been rumoured to be the biggest prick of the ton."

Anthony reaches behind you, smacking his brother around the back of his head, but none-the-less doesn't disagree.

"Why would your father be talking to Lord Elton?" Colin asks as Daphne and yourself share a worried expression.

"I will be back in a moment," You rush down the steps and hurry towards your father.

Anthony watches with a heavy feeling sat in his heart as you gently interrupt their conversation. His stare hardens as Lord Elton gently presses a kiss on the back of your hand.

"Stop glaring," Daphne gently nudges her older brothers arm.

"Lady Y/n looks beautiful tonight, I am sure he is hoping for much more,"

Anthony smacks his brother again as Daphne rolls her eyes at the two, "Anthony, you truly need to see that Y/n would be a fine wife for you."

"She is your closest friend, Daphne," Anthony replies, swallowing thickly as he watches you, "She is family-"

"She makes the world stop for you, doesn't she?" Daphne rhetorically asks, "She makes you happy and you make her happy too, I only wish for the two of you to be happy together."

Anthony looks down at his sister, mirroring her soft smile as he presses a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Colin chuckles, "In other words brother, be a man and tell her how you feel." Colin ducks before his older brother could smack him.

You pull your father to the side as Lord Elton walks away to get himself a drink. Your father was the only family you had after your mother's passing a few years ago. Recently, your father had been having these spells as your father calls it, moments where he forgot about the world around him and focused on the stars, believing your mother was calling him from the stars.

"Lord Elton is a good man-"

"Father, I understand you are worried but he is not a good man, I wouldn't be happy-"

"But you would be safe and have money, the children you have will be looked after," You father gently argues, cupping your face he brushes his thumb over your cheek, "If I can not remember you, my darling, I want to forget with you secure and with someone I trust."

"You trust him?" You ask, brows pinched together as you look at your father, "Don't you want me to be happy?"

"Lord Elton is hardly around, he is wealthy," You father answers, "You would have my inheritance-"

"That he would take, he is a wicked man-"

"You mustn't think the worst of people," Your father's gaze harden slightly as he sighs, shoulders dropping, "I don't know how long I have left and I need you to be safe when I pass."

"I will-"

"Lord Elton will provide for you, and he has enough to do so," You father finalizes, "I will be giving him my blessing."

Your father walks away as you watch with a sudden pit of anxiety sat in your stomach. Looking over your shoulder the Bridgeton siblings had disappeared which your thankful for as you rush up the stairs and into the house.

You rush further into the house, away from the garden party, you finally sob, pressing a gloved hand over your mouth as you slide down the wall, falling into tears.

Outside Anthony watches as you quickly walk away and into the house, passing his drink to Benedict before quickly following. He smiles politely as people greet him before rushing further into the house. Anthony frowns, falling beside you to bring you into a hug letting you sob into his chest.

"My father is ill," You whisper, as you wipe away your tears, moving to lean your head on his shoulder.

"I am sorry," Anthony replies, pressing a kiss on your head, "What is wrong?"

"He has these spells," You quietly say, "He believes he can hear my mother and she is telling him to meet him in the stars, he has fits and spells of anger where he locks himself in his office."

"What can be done?" Anthony take one of your gloves off, lacing your fingers together.

"Nothing," You reply, wiping another fallen tear, "He wants to marry me off to Lord Elton so he can pass knowing I am safe-"

"Lord Elton is a wicked man-"

"Please tell my father, Ant," You lean your chin on his shoulder as he peers down at you, "I don't want to marry him."

"I know," Anthony presses a kiss on your forehead, "I won't let it happen."

You breath a laugh, tightening your hand in his, "And how will you do that, my Lord?"

Anthony swallows thickly, before resting his forehead on yours, "Whatever to make sure you are happy."

4. Our final moment.

On a warm summers day, your father hosted a game of croquet, inviting the Bridgerton family, The Duke and Lord Elton for a friendly game. Taylor summer house was grand, your favourite home; tall tower like structures either side of the grand entrance, a library with bookcases from the floor to the ceiling and a garden that reached for miles, the house surrounded by trees. It was simply beautiful.

"May I say," Lord Elton says, pushing back his thick dark hair off the thin line of sweat, "This house would be magnificent to raise children in."

You share a look with Daphne after Lord Elton winked at you. Anthony glared at him as the Duke nudged him, raising a brow at him to which he rolled his eyes at. You gently tugged the sleeves of your lace sleeves over your knuckles as your father awkwardly chuckles, breaking the slight pause at the Lord's comment.

"I think Lord Taylor and I will sit the rest of this out," Violet gently smiles, placing a comforting hand on your arm sensing your uneasiness.

"I agree, I grow tired quickly now I grow old," You father jokes, smiling gratefully as Benedict passes him a drink before he sits.

"You've been old for awhile, father," You press a quick kiss on his head as you pass, smiling as Anthony passes you a blue mallet. The sibling's yourself and the Duke, carry on with the game, walking down the garden hill to the next match.

"What a quick tongue," Lord Elton jokes, taking the yellow mallet from Anthony's hand, "I am sure we can fix that when you'll be mine."

"I am no object you can claim," You take the yellow mallet from his hands, passing it back to Anthony as you pass, "And I do not need to be fixed."

Anthony shares a smirk with Simon as Daphne and Eloise share a laugh hidden under their hands. Benedict pats your shoulder with a proud smile before you take your shot perfectly.

As the game continues, you stand beside Anthony and Daphne, laughing gently at Colin's misfortune and bad aim. Lord Elton follows on, whacking the ball and Anthony's out the way making Anthony's roll down the hill. Anthony glares as you roll your eyes at Lord Elton's smirk. Daphne goes next, sending a cheeky wink to her husband as she hits your ball, coincidently making it follow Anthony's.

"I guess we need to go for a hunt, Lord Bridgerton," You smile cheekily, taking Anthony's arm.

As Lord Elton goes to object, Anthony smiles, "We will catch up, continue."

Simon wraps an arm around Daphne's shoulders as the two share a knowing smile.

Anthony and yourself walk down the hill, your hand falls into his in a more intimate moment, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. The two of you found your croquet balls stuck in mud at the edge of the tree line.

"Come on,"

Anthony watches as you walk into the mud, bunching your dress in one hand. You whack the ball out of the mud, before looking at Anthony with a raised brow. He chuckles before sighing as he steps into the mud, whacking the ball out of the mud and beside yours. Anthony takes a step out of the mud, sighing at his new black shoes now covered in mud.

"Anthony,"

Anthony looks over at you, who is struggling to get out of the mud, your mallet now fallen beside you as you try and pull your foot out. Anthony steps back into the mud, hand catching yours, as he gently pulls you into his arms.

Looking down at you, you hold onto his arms, tugging gently to try and free yourself, "May I lift you?"

"You may,"

Placing his hands on your waist, you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he lifts you out of the mud. As he goes to walk out of the mud, he finds himself stuck making to two of you tumble forward. You back hits the mud first, his body falling on yours. The two of you gaze at each other, before breaking into a fit of laughter, your arms wrap around his shoulders, legs slotted together.

"Your covered in mud," Anthony murmurs as the laughter dies, bright smiles gracing your faces.

"My back and just your knees," You wink, "How scandalous."

Anthony laughs again, eyes searching yours as his cheeks blush pink, "A rumour that may save you from marriage."

"So that was your plan all along,"

"Possibly."

His eyes flickered over your face, before falling onto your lips, you barely tilted your head at him, raising your brows when you let your eyes level at his mouth, at those pink lips.

"Anthony," You breathlessly whispered.

His lips meet in the most romantic kiss, one full of passion and unspoken love. A muddied hand cupped your cheek as Anthony leaned down on his elbow beside your head, you hands fell to cup the back of his head, fingertips running down his nape as you pulled him, if possible, closer. You moaned into his mouth as the hand that once cupped your cheek gripped your hip tightly bunching your dress in his fist as instinctively hitch your leg over his hip.

The kisses turn more hungry and needy, his tongue dancing over yours as his hips press into yours. His hand runs over your ankle that sits on his hip, running his hand down the length of your smooth leg before resting it on your upper thigh.

"Lady Y/n! Anthony!"

The two of you quickly pull apart as Colin comes bounding down the hill. Scrambling to your feet, Anthony helps you out of the mud before picking up your mallet passing it to you before picking up his own. Colin stops, looking between the two of you with a wide cheeky grin.

"You have a little mud on your cheek," Colin points to your cheek making your eyes go wide as you quickly try brushing away the mud off your cheek.

"We will be there in a moment," Anthony tells his brother.

Colin nods, unable to take the smile off his face as he sends you a cheeky wink before walking back up the hill. Anthony takes his handkerchief from his pocket, standing in front of you as her cups your cheek, gently cleaning the mud from your cheek. His eyes never leave yours as he does. Shrugging out of his jacket, he wraps it around your shoulders, helping you slide your arms into his jacket.

"To hide the mud," He quietly jokes, making you blush.

"Thank you," Anthony smiles, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

5. 'I love you.'

Lord Elton held a ball in order to celebrate your engagement. Though it was a little beforehand as you had yet to be asked for your hand in marriage. The hall was decorated beautifully with white flowers, tall champagne towers and a band playing on a stage.

Anthony was unable to look away from you; a white dress with lace detailing and long sleeves that fell over your knuckles, flower embroidery decorating the skirt. You hair was long and curled, half of it pinned back with delicate pearls.

"You are staring again," Eloise nudged her brothers arm.

"I can not help it," Anthony admits, eyes meeting your as you look over your shoulder, you send him a kind smile though your eyes betray you true feelings.

"This is your last chance to tell her," Eloise tells him softly, taking a sip of her drink, "Or Lord Prick will marry her."

Anthony chuckles, looking down at his sister fondly, "Stop listening to Colin's foul language."

"I believe I learnt that from you, brother."

You grasp your father hand in your own as his began to shake. Lord Elton rambles on about something, but you pay no attention, focusing on your father.

"Lord, I hope you don't mind but I think my father has had enough for tonight," You smile gently at him, "I think its time to go home."

"Of course, I will accompany you-"

"That isn't necessary-"

"When you are mine, I will not let you out of my sight," Lord Elton pulling your father closing to him and out of your hand, "I will take him to the carriage, get whatever you need."

You watch helplessly as he takes you father away, worry sitting in the pit of your stomach as you gently push through the crowd. The announcement that the ball is over is shouted as you take Daphne's hand, gently pulling her aside.

Her worried eyes meet your own, "My father is about to have a spell and Lord Elton is coming with us, possibly to propose, what do I do?"

She squeezes your hand, "Talk to him, quickly. My brother loves you, go before it's too late."

You nod, quickly pressing a kiss on her cheek before quickly walking towards the eldest Bridgerton brother. He stands alone, waiting for his siblings and mother to collect themselves before getting into the carriage. His eyes widen as you approach meeting you halfway, placing his hand on your shoulders as his eyes meet your worried ones.

"What happened?"

"I am taking my father home, he is unwell," You rush out, "Tell me you love me."

"Pardon-?"

"The prick will propose with my father's blessing in his state, he is playing a wicked game and I know it, so tell me you love me as I love you and be the man my father wants me to marry, be that man I feel safe with."

Anthony's brain pauses, his heart stopping as his hands fall from your shoulders. You heart hurts, taking his moment to mean rejection. You look over your shoulder as a butler calls your name, telling you a carriage has arrived.

Looking back at Anthony, he stares, eyes glazed over as you nod once before walking away, brushing past the Bridgerton siblings, ignoring Daphne as she calls your name.

"He missed his chance," Eloise sadly mutters, head falling onto Benedict's shoulder as he watches his older brother crumble.

---

Holding your father's hand tightly, you guide him through the house as he mutters quietly to himself. Taking him into the office, you sit him down into the chair before pulling the curtains closed, closing your father away from the heavy rain and sudden shout of thunder.

"What is happening?" Lord Elton asks as you father mutters to himself, head in hands as you kneel beside him.

"He is fine," You defensively dismiss him, "Thank you for your assistance but you may leave-"

"He is losing his mind," Lord Elton laughs, watching as your father gently rocks himself, looking up at the ceiling, muttering about your mother and the stars, "Look at the man."

"Don't you dare-"

"Do what?" Lord Elton rhetorically asks, taking a further step into the office, "You are simply a woman and he is a freak."

"You are simply a beast of a man, one that is cruel and heartless," You spit, clutching your father hands tighter in your own as a tear rolls down your cheek, "I will never except your hand in marriage."

Lord Elton glare down at you, before spitting horridly at yours and your fathers feet, "I wouldn't touch the Bridgerton's whore anyway."

"Leave before I write to the Queen herself, describing how much of a prick you truly are, and then no woman will want to touch you."

Lord Elton snarls before slamming every door on his way out. You turn to your father, letting go of one of his hands to gently cup his face, he tiredly blinks at you as you wipe away a tear.

"I am sorry," Your father quietly whispers, "I am so sorry, my dear."

"Do not apologise, you wanted what was best for me," You reply with a quick pained smile, "But I am afraid what I thought was best for me, doesn't want me."

"Anthony knows, he is just scared." Your father gently rests his forehead on yours, "Your mother was everything to me, when you where born you became everything as well, I want what is best for you and I got carried away in my own worries that you would be alone when I pass that I was unable to see how I was going to marry you with a man that was going to do more harm than happiness."

"You need to rest," You pull away, standing up to help him, "I will ask the cook to get you something warm to eat-"

"I can do that, darling," You father squeezes your hand, giving you a warm smile, "Go and find your happiness."

"I can not leave you like this-"

You father presses a kiss on the back of your hand, "I will be fine, now go."

---

"I froze, how could I be so stupid?"

Benedict sighs, sitting beside his brother, who holds his head in his hands, cheeks stained with tears. Daphne kneels in front of him, placing a hand on his knee as Violet sits the other side of him, placing a comforting hand on her son's back.

"Love makes us do stupid things," His mother gently whispers sadly.

"I have loved her for so long and Y/n tells me she loves me and I suddenly do not know how to reply," Anthony finally breaks, looking at his mother as a tear runs down his cheek, "I have lost her."

"No, no you have not," Violet brings her son in her arms, pressing a kiss on his head, "You can still go to her, tell her before it is too late."

"Lord Elton-"

"Do you honestly believe that Y/n would chose Lord Elton over the one she truly loves?"

Anthony looks down at his sister, who offers him a knowing smile. Benedict pats his brother's shoulder, mirroring Daphne's smile.

Violet nods, squeezing her son's hand tightly, "Go and get your happiness, Anthony."

---

The maids shout after you as you rush out of the house, hands gripping your dress tightly as you run through the rain. You hair sticks to your neck, the white dress ruined but you couldn't find yourself to care.

The Bridgerton siblings and Violet watch as Anthony rushes out of the house, smiling happily as they watch Anthony run down the street. Simon takes his wife's hand in his own, pressing a kiss on her head before gently taking his son out of her arms. Eloise beams as Colin wraps an arm around her shoulder as Benedict wraps his arms around the two youngest. Violet wipes the tear off her cheek as she finally watches her eldest son chase after the purest love.

Rounding the corner, the streets are empty, only lit up by the golden glow from the house windows. You suddenly stop as he does, standing opposite sides of the road. His hair sticks to his forehead, white skirt sticking to his arms as his blue waistcoat is soaked in rain.

Your chest heaves as your heart pounds in your chest, the two of you clash into a hug. His arms wrap around your waist as your wrap around his shoulders, holding you close to him, he presses a light kiss on your neck before pulling away slightly.

"I do, I do love you," Anthony breaths out, "I am sorry I froze, but hearing you tell me you love me, I- It was all I have ever wanted to hear."

You smile, gently pressing a hand to the back of his nape, resting his forehead to yours, "There are many reasons why I couldn't marry Lord Elton, not only because he was a prick but because I couldn't imagine marry anyone else but you."

"Then marry me," Anthony says, nose brushing against yours as he smiles, "Let me call you my wife, let me have children with you, grow old with you, let me kiss you when I want, let me love you."

You share a kiss under the stars, one full of spoken and knowing love, one of passion and understanding. His hand holds the back of your head as your hands slide down his shoulders, resting on his chest, his heart thumping under your touch. He holds onto desperately, kissing you with all his love, before gently pulling away, resting his forehead on yours with a love sick smile.

"I love you," Anthony whispered against your lips.

"I love you too."

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eupheme · 29 days ago

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— orange colored sky

joel miller x f!reader

rated e - 2k

tags: fluff and smut, pre!/no!outbreak!joel, summer lovin’, flirting, references to readers hair, oral sex, soft piv, creampies, soft and mushy head-over-heels joel

a/n: my contribution to the writing through the seasons challenge hosted by the lovely @guiltyasdave and @sizzlingcloudmentality 💕 thank you for the gorgeous moodboard & theme! 🍊

Joel tasted like citrus, when your tongue dipped past his lips.

Like the orange he peeled for Sarah as you all dried under the sun - thumbnail sinking into the flesh and tugging, passing a segment her way before popping a piece into his mouth.

Now, it melds with the taste of you.

(or - a soft summer weekend is spent at the lake with Joel and his family)

You wish you could have a million more days like this.

The summer heat and the wind whipping through the rolled-down windows, ruffling your hair. Joel’s truck packed to the brim for the weekend away - the hours of open road passed as the radio worked its way through boy bands and top hits.

Tripping back in time once Sarah’s head had begun to bob sleepily in the back seat. The dials twisted, before a warm hand curled around your thigh - eyes lingering under the stretch of blue sky.

Familiar faces greet you at the cabin - a wide wrap-around deck jutting up against the lapping shore of the lake. Tommy’s hand clapping Joel’s shoulder. Bags slung across backs, a box of fresh produce from the local farmers market tucked under your arm. The bed of the truck unpacked efficiently, the sights taken in with each trip you made.

Truly a little slice of heaven. The property is surrounded by a thick ring of trees. The waters stretching as far as you can see - and when your squint your eyes, you can just catch the pin-prick of a boat on the horizon.

You soak it all in.

The cabin itself. Two levels, all wooden planks and soft, worn furniture. A large stone fireplace already stocked with wood - the large window on the back wall framing the picturesque view, sunlight pouring across the floor.

Watercolor landscapes framed on the wall, pride in the way Tommy tells you that their mother would spend their summer trips painting them.

More stories are shared, woven around you as the groceries are tucked into the fridge, clothes unpacked. A shy smile shot Joel’s way when he shows you the room you’ll share - butterflies taking off at the thought of spending the long weekend together.

Everything still tinged in a rosy-hued newness. Still eager to prove yourself as part of the pack, to fit in amongst them.

Ready to throw yourself into those traditions. Sarah’s fist rapping on the door, her swim suit already tugged on. A shouted reminder, as her feet thunk down the stairs - lake first, and then dinner.

Joel smiles, when you join them. Something loosened, this step away from the heavy load of responsibility. The ease of three days ahead of him, spent with those he cares about most.

Something you can emphasize with. Eager yourself for this getaway. To leave behind your own weight that follows you, shedding it for this brief pocket of time.

Promising yourself to enjoy every minute.

Laughter is layered with the splash of water. Sarah follows the bank, barely visible as she crouches near a downed tree - a collection of water-polished rocks tucked carefully into a bag.

You linger next to Maria, inching your way deeper into the lake with each step. Shrieking when hands curve against your hips from behind, pressing you to a broad chest before dragging you deeper.

A low laugh at the way you squirm, then go limp. The chill wearing off as you get used to the water, as you lean into the reprieve of the heat. Going boneless in his arms, as he flips you around, carrying you deeper.

“You havin’ a good time?” It’s murmured - the low sound melding in with the buzz of cicadas, and rustle of trees in the breeze.

An eyebrow lifted at the way your legs hook a little more tightly around his waist, a warning look that lights up a spark in your belly.

Your arms winding around his shoulders, meeting those soft, brown eyes.

“Yeah.” You smile, “Really good. You’ve got a nice place, Joel.”

A breath, before you’re adding, “I’m really happy I’m here with you.”

More than happy, though you’re not brave enough to say it yet.

But you think he knows - the kiss he steals stoking the embers.

Daring in the way a hand drops beneath the water to squeeze your ass, nudging you flush against him as his tongue brushes the seam of your lips.

Only breaking when he hears Tommy’s heckling, the wave of water that is splashed your way.

He flips you back around before he loses himself, arms banding around your waist beneath the water.

“Later.” Joel murmurs, into the shell of your ear. To himself, you think, with the way his sun-warmed fingers trace patterns against your skin.

It feels right. Your body weightless, in his embrace. Safe, in his arms.

Your head tips back against his shoulder, and you let the clouds drift by above.

The rest of your worries slipping away, with the ebb and flow of water. Lips press against your temple, and finally - you can breathe.

Joel finds you as soon as the truck disappears around the bend.

The remaining three off on an adventure to find the shell necklace Sarah had been eyeing last year, in the little collections of gift shop near the docks.

The door creaking open - clothes peeled off, shoulders rolling as he tugs his t-shirt off to pool on the floor.

A trail leading to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Joining you where you doze - sun-drunk, hair still damp from your shower.

“Was hoping you’d join me.” Your voice is soft - raspy with sleep, arms opening to coax him down to you.

Your eyes are heavy-lidded as he kisses you. Lips curling as a hand cups the back of your head, already parting as he deepens it. Fingers drifting down to rucking up the fabric of your shirt, as his mouth follows.

“I like having you here.”

It’s mumbled out - a kiss pressed to your throat, your sternum. Another warm exhale against your skin, as more of himself slips free.

“Like to come back sometime. Just you and me”

Something behind your rib flips, your heartbeat kicking up a notch.

You can imagine it.

That pretty lake, frozen over. Nothing to do but spend time together in front of that roaring fire - hands wandering beneath the layers of handmade quilts.

“Joel.”

Your breath hitches, palms clamping against his shoulders when he mouths at your tits. An amused hum at how your hips lift, pressing into his belly.

Your shorts next, his fingers dipping below the waistband. Kicked off as he shoulders his way between your legs, his hot mouth leaving a wet mark against your inner thigh.

A groan pushing from his chest when he sees the way you gleam for him. Fingers running feather light up your slit, a slick thumb rolling against the sensitive bud.

Your thighs flex. A soft whine as the pressure increases, the sound drawing out as he finally puts his mouth on you.

He could never resist. Idle threats to match your coy grin - an “I’ll make you wait, sweetheart” murmured in your ear, as you brush your ass against his front one too many times at the bar.

Only for it to be forgotten, the moment he has you alone and under him.

Your fingers twist in his curls. He hums against your cunt, long lashes resting against his cheeks. Eyes shut - lost, in the taste of you.

Hot and wet strokes of his tongue - your sounds muffled with the tight clamp of your teeth.

Loosening when he sinks two fingers into you - those heavy-lidded eyes flicking open and up.

You almost expect a reprimand. A sharp look, but instead he echos a low moan - lips shining as he pulls away from you.

“Wanna hear you, darlin’,” He husks, “No one’s home but us.”

Home. It’s funny how right it sounds, coming from Joel. In this moment, in this room. Your head nods, as the sounds loosen further.

Gasps and sighs, your breath following the crescendo of your heartbeat. Everything winding tight with the curl of his fingers, middle and ring tucked together and plunged deep. His hips working against the bed, unable to help the need for friction.

Joel’s name breaking, drawn out like a song, when you reach your peak. Lips parted as his tongue slows, flattened to feel the pulse of your clit.

His mouth finds yours again, as the sparks still glitter through your system. Slick fingers denting flesh as he grips at your waist, drawing soft patterns.

Joel had tasted like citrus, when your tongue first dipped past his lips.

Like the orange he peeled for Sarah as you all dried under the sun, on the shore - thumbnail sinking into the flesh and tugging, passing a segment her way before popping a piece into his mouth.

Now, it melds with the taste of you.

His hand steady on your jaw, keeping your face tipped up to meet his. Indulgent in the way he kisses you - as if he cannot get enough.

Pressed into the mattress beneath him, as his body settles over yours. The stiff curve of his cock nudged up against the seam of your thigh, his hips rocking downward as you tug him flush against you.

Breathless, in the way you kiss him. Lost in the soft haze of your orgasm, how the simmering heat flares with the way he rubs against your slick core.

Catching on your entrance, as your toes curl in anticipation. The kiss breaks, Joel’s head tipping back to watch the way your brow pinches as he sinks an inch inside, and then another.

A slow slide until he’s flush, pressed snugly against you. His hand catching at your thigh, hauling it around hip, as if he’s not close enough.

Wanting to feel every inch of you against him. Needing you to feel how deep he is like this, the shallow thrusts that sends up sparks behind your lids.

Fitting so perfectly inside you. Almost too much, but you know you can take it - aching foe the way only he can fill you. The way his cock strokes the spot his fingers found, sending bliss to pool warm and low in your belly.

Joel holds out for one more.

Something to tide him over since he can’t have you this weekend as often as he’d like. Thumb working against you again, the crooning “come on, baby. One more, give me another” that sends you pitching into your second orgasm.

Stronger than last time, with the slick plunge of his cock, the wet swirl of his fingers. His low voice in your ear, the words turning into a rough and senseless string as you clench around him.

And when you return it - your arms winding around his neck, hips lifting to match his, the “wanna feel you Joel. Want you to come too, baby-” moaned against his throat - he follows.

Three sloppy thrusts, the needy snap of his hips and a ragged groan, and he’s spilling inside you. Cock throbbing as he loosens a long-held breath, the bristle of his scruff pricking the soft curve of your neck.

Warmth flooding through you, as your nails scrape across his back. Through the finger-mussed curls, the harsh breath turning slower, relaxed.

Content, as his arms curl beneath your back. Molding you against him, kisses trailed against your throat, jaw, cheek.

And wrapped around him like this, you silently will time to slow.

Just for a little bit.

“Today has been perfect.” It’s breathed against his chest, your eyes and body heavy. Leaden, where you curl into him, his nose buried in your hair.

“Not over yet.” He rasps - fingers flexing, where they splay out across your back, “Got a couple more days ahead of us, too.”

Hopefully more than that - the sentiment reflected in the soft crinkle of his eyes, a shy smile. You hum happily, and the minutes slowly slip into each other.

Later, a kiss is pressed to your bare shoulder, with the slam of a car door. The slow untangle of limbs, with the promise of dinner - an appetite worked up, after a long day.

Smiles bright as they show off their finds. A different necklace than before around Sarah’s neck, but “infinitely cooler” with the addition of colorful beads strung between them.

The quiet cabin coming alive, with the bustle of plates and sides. Both brothers bent over the grill, a bark of laughter at good-natured ribbing and of more old stories, almost forgotten.

The sun dips low behind them, spilling across the waters. Lighting them both in a soft, hazy silhouette of orange and gold - the scene a perfect mimicry of the pretty watercolors inside.

Maria’s shoulder nudges yours, as she sidles up to you. A knowing, sideways look that has your eyebrow raising, head tilting.

“Love looks pretty on you.”

Her quiet observation feels like a jolt. A live wire against your heart, as heat blooms - settling in your cheeks. A little, self-conscious laugh as you shake your head at the soft, added insistence.

“Both of you.”

The words punctuated just as he turns - almost as if hearing - though he’s certainly too far away. A hand lifting your way, his smile bright in the golden sunset.

Yours matches its illumination.

Yeah.

Maybe it does.

thank you for reading, and thank you again jana and daphne for this amazing event! it’s been so cold here, I loved getting to jet off to summer for a little bit 💖

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #wttschallenge2025

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your-local-simp-writers · 4 months ago

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Mistletoe

Word Count: 1456

Warnings: None

Silver the Hedgehog x Fem! Reader

Note- You are mobian, a silly little hedgehog!

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The little town seemed plucked straight out of a snow globe. Rows of quaint timber-framed shops, their rooftops blanketed with snow, lined the cobblestone streets. Wreaths adorned every door, strings of golden lights looped from lampposts, and the scent of roasted chestnuts and spiced cider wafted through the crisp air. Silver and you strolled side by side, your breath visible in soft puffs as you took in the festive scene.

Silver adjusted his scarf, glancing down at you with a small, content smile. The lights reflected in his emerald eyes, giving him an almost ethereal glow. “This place is amazing,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with awe.

“Isn’t it?” you replied, spinning in a circle to take it all in. “I love how everything feels so alive, like the whole town is celebrating together.”

The two of you wandered toward the bustling Christmas market, a maze of wooden stalls brimming with holiday treasures. Each booth seemed to tell its own story—one sold handmade candles in scents like pine and cinnamon, while another offered colorful woolen scarves and mittens. A nearby vendor was carving tiny figurines out of ice, his skilled hands moving with precision despite the cold.

“Oh, look at that!” you said, tugging Silver toward a stand displaying jars of sparkling snow globes. You picked one up and shook it, watching as tiny flecks of glitter swirled around a miniature village scene inside.

Silver leaned closer to observe, his hand brushing yours as he steadied the globe. “It’s like holding a little piece of this town,” he said softly, his tone filled with wonder.

You grinned, setting the globe back down. “Maybe you should get one, then. A way to remember today.”

He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I think just being here is something I won’t forget.”

Further down the street, the two of you passed a bakery where the windows were fogged with warmth. The display was filled with gingerbread houses, their frosting decorations so detailed they looked like real cottages. The smell of freshly baked pastries made your stomach rumble, and you couldn’t resist pulling Silver inside.

The bakery was cozy and bustling, with shelves lined with loaves of bread, trays of cookies, and steaming pots of hot chocolate. A friendly baker greeted you, offering a tray of free samples. You eagerly grabbed a tiny cinnamon roll, savoring the sweetness as you turned to Silver.

“Try this,” you said, holding one up for him. He hesitated for a moment before leaning down, taking the bite you offered. His eyes widened slightly, and he nodded in approval.

“That’s really good,” he admitted, his cheeks tinting pink—not from the cold, but from the closeness of the moment.

After leaving the bakery, you found yourselves in front of a toy store, its window display filled with plush animals and colorful trains. A group of children pressed their noses against the glass, their laughter ringing through the air.

Silver paused, watching them with a soft smile. “It’s nice, seeing everyone so happy.”

You nodded, slipping your hand into his without thinking. “It really is. It’s like the holidays bring out the best in everyone.”

Your touch startled him, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers curled gently around yours, his warmth a comforting contrast to the chill in the air.

As the evening went on, the two of you explored more shops—a tiny bookstore where the owner’s cat dozed on the counter, a craft store filled with handmade ornaments, and a quaint apothecary selling herbal teas and scented sachets. Each place felt like a treasure trove, and you found yourself drawn to the little details—the soft hum of holiday music in the background, the way the shopkeepers greeted you with warm smiles, and the simple joy of sharing the experience with Silver.

Eventually, as snow began to fall more steadily, the two of you found yourselves walking down a quieter street. “Any idea what you want for Christmas?” Silver asked, glancing down at you with a soft smile. His breath puffed out in visible clouds, and his silver fur seemed to catch the glow of the lights, making him look even more radiant than usual.

You grinned, your breath hitching slightly as you adjusted the scarf wrapped snugly around your neck. “Silver, I can’t tell you that. You have to guess!”

His ears twitched, and he tilted his head in thought. “Guess? How am I supposed to—”

“Imagination, my dear hedgehog!” you interrupted, laughing as you spun on your heels, gesturing dramatically at the market stalls lining the street.

He chuckled, the sound light and genuine. “Alright, fine. Let me think.” His gaze wandered over the nearby shops, his expression growing serious as he genuinely pondered the challenge.

As you walked, the two of you passed a stall selling handcrafted ornaments. You paused, admiring the delicate work—intricate glass figurines of snowflakes, reindeer, and stars, all painted with shimmering colors that caught the light beautifully. Silver noticed your fascination and stepped closer.

“These are incredible,” you murmured, reaching out to gently touch one shaped like a crescent moon. The cold glass felt smooth under your fingertips, and you smiled softly, imagining how it would look on a tree.

Silver watched you with quiet intensity, his green eyes flicking between your expression and the ornament. “Do you want it?” he asked after a moment.

You blinked and turned to him, shaking your head quickly. “Oh, no. I was just looking. It’s beautiful, but I don’t need it.”

He frowned slightly, but before you could protest further, he handed the vendor a few coins and carefully picked up the moon ornament. Turning back to you, he held it out with both hands, his cheeks slightly pink. “Here. I want you to have it.”

Your heart swelled at the gesture, and you hesitated for a moment before taking it. “Silver… Thank you. It’s perfect.”

The two of you continued strolling through the market, the glow of the lanterns and the twinkle of lights making the evening feel almost surreal. Silver seemed to relax as the evening wore on, his usual shyness giving way to a playful curiosity as you explored the stalls.

At one booth, you found a set of carved wooden figurines shaped like little forest animals. Silver picked up a tiny hedgehog, holding it up with a grin. “This one looks just like you.”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “And this one must be you,” you said, holding up a sleek silver fox.

“Silver the Fox? I don’t think it has the same ring to it,” he replied, laughing as he put the figurine back.

As the snow began to fall heavier, the two of you ducked into a cozy café at the end of the street. The warmth of the fireplace inside was immediate and soothing, and the scent of cinnamon and cocoa wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. The café was decorated with wreaths and garlands, and a small Christmas tree stood in the corner, its lights twinkling merrily.

You and Silver found a small table near the window, and soon you were both sipping on steaming mugs of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon. You sighed contentedly, gazing out at the snow-covered street.

“This is perfect,” you said softly.

Silver nodded, his gaze fixed on you rather than the view outside. “It really is.”

After finishing your drinks, the two of you made your way back outside. The town had grown quieter, but the festive lights still glowed brightly, reflecting off the freshly fallen snow. As you walked down a narrow alley lined with garlands, something caught your eye—a sprig of mistletoe hanging just above you.

You stopped, looking up at it with a sly smile. “Oh, look at that,” you said, pointing.

Silver followed your gaze, his expression shifting from curiosity to sheer panic. “Oh… uh… I mean… th-that’s… um…”

You laughed, stepping closer to him. “What’s the matter, Silver? You’re not afraid of a little tradition, are you?”

“I-I’m not afraid!” he stammered, his cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red.

“Well, then?” you teased, tilting your head playfully.

He hesitated, his green eyes darting between you and the mistletoe. You could see his hands fidgeting nervously, his usual confidence completely gone. Smiling softly, you reached up, standing on your tiptoes to gently press a kiss to his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Silver.”

He froze, his blush spreading all the way to his ears. “M-Merry Christmas,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taking his hand once more, you gave it a reassuring squeeze as you continued walking. The snowflakes danced around you, the town’s lights casting a warm glow over everything.

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focusonkayjay · 5 months ago

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between the ride and the roses (11)

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff

Word count: 5.8k

Series summary: There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.

Chapter Warnings: explicit content, mature language, mentions of strained marriage, divorce, expectations etc

A/N: so many things happening in this chapter and ahhh this jungkook is such a dream. when is it my turn to experience something like this?? like when are these fantasies going to come to life. anyways, i love where this is going and can't wait to upload the next chapter, stay tuned !!

part 11: cruising in the wildflower meadows

It’s Friday now, and the town is slowly slipping back into its usual rhythm after the frenzy of the town fair. The streets are quieter, the market stalls no longer filled with bright lights and bustling voices. The buzz of the fair has faded, leaving only the soft, steady hum of the regular daily life.

It's been two days since the fair and the unforgettable moment you and Jungkook shared at the beach, and though the days have been filled with work and routine, you can't seem to shake the memory of it. The kiss, the apology, the way he held you so close... it still feels so vivid even now, just like the moment it happened, and a soft smile curls on your lips whenever you catch yourself thinking about it.

You can’t help but look forward to Sunday, because that's when you both have planned to go out on a date as both of you have your day off then. Jungkook had kept the details of the date a mystery, only telling you to be ready by 4 p.m. and that he would come to pick you up.

The anticipation is thrilling but also nerve-wracking. What’s he planning? What’s this date going to be like? You don’t know, but you’re excited, and you can’t wait to see him again.

Today, however, after a long day of tending to customers, something shifts inside you. You suddenly have this overwhelming urge to see him. For some reason, you couldn’t catch even the briefest glimpse of Jungkook all day, and you feel a little disappointed.

You want to see him, to talk to him, to just be in his presence again. So once you close up for the day, you decide a short visit next door wouldn't hurt.

Carrying your bag on your shoulder, you head towards his place next door. You don’t exactly know why you want to see him, maybe you just miss him, maybe you just want to see him up close. But as you walk towards his shop, you realize how you've been feeling lighter and brighter these days, ever since everything between you and Jungkook started to click.

The evening air is crisp, as you walk towards his shop, your heart beating a little faster with each step. When you reach the window, you stop to peer inside, holding your breath. Through the glass, you spot him in the center of the shop, bent over a bike, his hands working diligently.

He’s so focused, so absorbed in his work, you can’t help but stare. You hesitate for a moment, taking in the scene. He looks… absolutely irresistible. He's sporting a pair of navy blue mechanic overalls, the kind that hug his broad frame just right, outlining the muscles of his chest and arms as he moves.

The fabric stretches and pulls with every motion, highlighting his strength and grace in a way that leaves you momentarily breathless. His hair is slightly damp, a few strands falling over his forehead, and the hint of sweat on his skin only adds to his rugged allure.

His face is filled with concentration, a few beads of sweat dripping down the side of his temple. The sight of him like this, so raw and focused, has you feeling some type of way.

It’s almost too much to handle... the roughness of the mechanic look mixed with the soft, intimate aura surrounding him, a contrast that stirs something deep inside you.

As you stand there, your heart races, and a rush of warmth spreads throughout your body. The longer you watch him, the thicker the air seems to grow, the space between you charged with something unspoken.

Even though he still doesn’t seem to notice you, so engrossed in his work, you just can’t stop staring. His hands are steady and skilled as they move over the bike, his body leaning into the task, his face so focused that it almost makes your throat go dry.

And then, after what feels like an eternity, somehow he glances up, his gaze locking with yours through the window. Time seems to slow as his eyes meet yours, and for a brief, fleeting moment, there’s this unspoken connection.

His expression lights up the minute he sees you, and he's quick to drop all the work he's doing. He hastily wipes his hands with the rag near him, his movements sharp and urgent, as if he's been waiting for this moment.

Without a word, he makes his way towards the door, his footsteps quick as a smile adorns his lips, almost as if he wants to close the distance between you as fast as possible. When he pulls the door open and steps outside, the first thing that hits you is just how insanely good he looks.

The overalls hug his body in a way that leaves little to the imagination, the fabric stretched taut over his chest and shoulders, a reminder of just how strong he is. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing the intricate tattoos on his forearms. The sight of them, along with the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, makes your knees feel weak.

He takes a step closer, his hands holding the door open as he innocently looks at you. His gaze is calm, clueless about the wild thoughts racing through your mind.

Your heart races, each thump growing louder in your ears. You try to steady yourself, but the proximity of him as he walks towards you, is making everything spin. All you can think about is how gorgeous he looks, how he simply approaches you so casually, completely unaware of the storm he’s stirring inside of you.

He stands right in front of you, his lips curling into a soft smile. There’s a flicker of curiosity in his eyes as he notices your flustered state, though he doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, he breaks the silence gently. “Why are you standing outside? Come on in.” he says, walking towards you, his hand reaching out in a simple, inviting gesture.

You hesitate for a moment before slipping your hand into his, the warmth of his touch sending an unexpected shiver up your spine. He guides you inside, and as the door swings shut behind you, the world outside feels like it’s miles away.

Once you’re in the middle of the shop, he turns to face you fully. “Hi.” he says softly, the word laced with a kind of boyish charm that feels entirely at odds compared to his rugged appearance.

You take a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm of nerves in your chest. “H-hey.” you manage, though your voice betrays you, trembling slightly. The second the word leaves your lips, you inwardly cringe. Why did you sound so flustered? You’re an adult, for heaven’s sake. You should be able to greet someone without stumbling over a simple syllable.

Jungkook’s sharp eyes don’t miss a thing. He notices the way your shoulders are slightly tense, the way your gaze flickers everywhere, evidently avoiding him. His head tilts just a little as he studies you, his expression shifting into something softer, more amused. And then it hits him, the reason for your unease.

Was it him? Was it the way he looked right now? His rolled-up sleeves, the grease smudges on his skin, the damp strands of hair sticking to his forehead? He realizes it all at once, the way you’re nibbling on your bottom lip, the faint blush creeping up your cheeks.

The thought sends a spark of satisfaction through him. Were you really this affected by him? The idea sure is intoxicating.

You realize Jungkook has caught on to your odd behavior when a faint smirk curls at the corners of his lips. His eyes darken slightly, lingering on your flushed cheeks, and there’s a spark of amusement dancing in them. He knows. He’s fully aware of the effect he’s having on you, and the realization only seems to fuel his confidence.

"Sooo, are you planning to stand there all day or..." he drawls, his smirk widening as he leans casually against the bike beside him "Are you going to tell me what brings you here?" His tone is teasing, his eyes looking into yours, refusing to let you escape.

You freeze for a moment, the words escaping you as your mind scrambles for an answer. Why are you here, again? What was the reason you decided to come by? You feel your face heat up further, and before you can form a coherent thought, a nervous hiccup bubbles up from your chest.

You try to stifle it, but it comes out again, followed by another one, and then another, like a series of embarrassing hiccups you can’t control.

Jungkook’s smirk deepens into a soft, amused smile as he watches you struggle to regain your composure. He can’t help but notice just how undeniably cute your flustered state is.

The way your eyes dart around, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, it all just makes you look even more endearing to him. He watches as you attempt to swallow the hiccups, each time your face reddening more, and he just can’t suppress the chuckle that escapes him.

"You're so cute." he says under his breath, more to himself than to you, the fondness in his voice making your heart skip a beat.

You manage to clear your throat, but the hiccups don’t stop, only intensifying the awkwardness of the moment. Jungkook shakes his head, still grinning as he steps closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently guide you towards the counter.

"Come here." he murmurs softly, his voice low and inviting as he guides you to one of the chairs by the counter. "Let me get you some water." You settle into the chair, trying to suppress the wave of embarrassment washing over you while he moves to the other side of the counter. His hands glide with practiced ease as he opens a cabinet, the soft clink of glass breaking the silence.

Your eyes follow him for a moment, but then your thoughts drift... back to that night. The memory of tending to Jungkook’s wounds at this very counter surfaces, vivid and consuming.

You can still feel the tension that hung in the air then, how his closeness made your heart race, how the moment seemed poised on the edge of something more. A soft sigh escapes you, and you shake your head lightly, trying to push the memory away and ground yourself in the present.

But grounding yourself feels impossible. Every time you glance at him, every movement he makes seems to spark something primal in you. It’s maddening... the effect he has on you. You’ve seen him countless times, but somehow, this is different.

It’s like every nerve in your body is hyper-aware of his presence, reacting in ways you can’t control. Heat creeps up your neck, your thoughts veering into uncharted, unrestrained territory, and you find yourself silently berating your own mind.

It’s ridiculous, really. All it took was the sight of him in those overalls, hair messy and skin glistening, to turn you into this mess of emotions and unhinged, unholy thoughts. You can’t decide whether to be mortified or just accept that Jungkook, in his current state, is your kryptonite.

You try to push all your thoughts away, focusing on him as he returns with the glass of water. He hands it to you with a soft smile, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that makes your pulse race. "Here." he says, his voice gentle. "Drink up. Hopefully, that’ll help." he smiles.

You take the glass from him, your hand brushing his for just a second, and for a fleeting moment, it feels like you're going to crumble. Jungkook watches you closely, a playful glint in his eyes as he notices how you’re avoiding his gaze. You take a sip of water and place the glass back on the counter, trying to compose yourself.

Your eyes dart from side to side, as if you’re looking for anything else to focus on but him, and it only makes him smirk wider. He leans in slightly... his voice, low and steady, but with a teasing edge. “What’s gotten you so nervous?” he asks, his words almost a challenge. He already knows what’s making you flustered, but the way you react is too irresistible to pass up.

You shift awkwardly, glancing anywhere but directly at him, and Jungkook can’t help but revel in the sight of it. The way you nibble at your bottom lip, the way your eyes flicker around the room as if you’re searching for an escape, drives him absolutely wild.

He can feel his patience thinning by the second, the sexual tension hanging thick in the air between you both. It’s all he can do to stay in place, watching you squirm. His heart races, his fingers itching to reach out and pull you into him, to close the space between you and finally do something about the way your nervous energy makes his chest tighten.

He’s trying to hold back, trying to be patient, but every second you look away from him only makes him want you more. The way you look so vulnerable, so flustered... it’s intoxicating.

Unable to fight it anymore, Jungkook walks around the counter and inches closer to you, his movements deliberate and slow, like he’s savoring every moment.

You don’t even see it coming as he suddenly pulls you up, his hands gently but firmly gripping your waist. Before you can react, he hoists you up effortlessly, making you sit on the counter with him standing right in front of you, his torso between your thighs.

A soft gasp escapes your lips at the sudden movement, the sound almost lost in the electric air between you. The moment his warmth presses against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs through the jeans you're wearing, your thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind, leaving nothing but a haze of sensation.

His hands find their way to the sides of your thighs, firm yet gentle, and with a swift, confident motion, he pulls you closer, jerking you forward until there’s barely any space left between you.

You find yourself staring into his eyes, your breath caught in your throat as the situation spirals into something you can barely comprehend, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. His gaze sharpens, his brow arching in amusement as he tilts his head. “So, you’re only going to look at me if I hold you like this?” he teases, his voice smooth, the words sinking into you like a challenge.

Your response is silence, your lips parting slightly as your eyes flit across his features, his sharp jawline, his piercings, the mole under his lip, the intensity in his gaze. Despite your attempt to maintain composure, you find yourself savoring the intoxicating closeness between you.

“You’re driving me insane, you know that?” he murmurs harshly, the frustration in his voice laced with something more primal. His hands slide to the small of your back, the pressure firm yet electrifying as he pulls you flush against him. His breath is hot against your face, each exhale a teasing whisper against your skin.

The closeness overwhelms you, the tension snapping something inside. Before you even realize it, your hips buck forward, meeting his. At that, a groan leaves Jungkook's lips as the feeling sends a jolt of pleasure through his system.

His eyes flash towards yours, dark with something wilder than before, a spark of desire. The gaze pins you to your spot, a challenge, a question, as he moves closer still. You swallow thickly, your pulse thundering in your veins as you hold his gaze.

Jungkook's fingers dig into the small of your back as he brings you closer still, until you can feel every hard line of his body against yours, his erection pressing against your core through the fabric of his overalls.

His hot breath, his hard body, his overwhelming presence, the way his fingers burn against your skin. It's like being consumed by fire, like drowning in his touch.

A choked gasp escapes you as he trails his lips down the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes close and your hands curl against the counter at the sheer sensation, your knuckles turning white. You can’t take much more of this, of being so close, yet so far.

And it’s like the entire universe is conspiring against you, because just as the moment between you and Jungkook begins to sizzle, the sound of the front door opening shatters it like glass. Startled, you and Jungkook separate, the heat of the moment still lingering in the air.

Still perched on the counter, you glance towards the door and see Yoongi standing there, frozen mid-step. His eyes are wide, as though he instantly regrets walking in, the realization of the awkward timing dawning on him.

Jungkook, standing beside your knee, looks equally caught off guard, his chest rising and falling heavily, his confusion evident. And despite his best efforts to maintain composure, it’s clear that some things are harder to hide... his flushed face, the way his jaw tightens, and the very visible evidence of how affected he is by the moment you just shared... his erection.

“I…” Yoongi begins, his voice breaking the silence, but he seems to falter, his gaze flicking anywhere but directly at the two of you. “I... umm... my phone.” he stammers, awkwardly gesturing towards a table at the far end of the room.

His unease mirrors yours as he steps inside, clearly trying to make this as quick and painless as possible. He keeps his eyes locked on his destination, his movements careful as he retrieves his phone, doing his best to avoid glancing in your direction.

However, before he leaves, Yoongi pauses at the door, glancing back over his shoulder at Jungkook specifically, with a sly look that he doesn’t even try to hide. "Didn't mean to cockblock… but it would be better if you guys did this some place private… just a suggestion." he says, the teasing smirk on his lips making the heat in your cheeks intensify tenfold.

Jungkook’s jaw tightens as he meets Yoongi’s gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly in exasperation. But before Jungkook can say anything, Yoongi gives a quick wave and is out the door, leaving the two of you alone again.

"Fuck..." Jungkook mutters under his breath, his hands quickly covering his face in embarrassment. You, still trying to process what just happened, find yourself staring at his flustered expression, and an involuntary laugh slips out.

"It's like our thing." you suddenly say, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Jungkook lowers his hands, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at you in confusion. "What?" he asks, genuinely puzzled. "Getting interrupted... it's our thing." you giggle, the tension breaking as the absurdity of the situation finally sinks in.

Jungkook can't help but laugh at your comment. Despite how embarrassing this moment is, with you here, it doesn't feel quite as mortifying. In fact, he's oddly grateful it was Yoongi who walked in on you both, and not Jimin or Hoseok because he knows all too well how that would've turned out.

"Well...that was something." you shyly say, slowly getting off the counter. Jungkook grins at you, a soft, teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he steps closer, his hands instinctively finding their way to your waist.

It’s like he can’t help it anymore. Ever since the first time he held you there, he’s been addicted to the feeling, constantly looking for an excuse to pull you closer.

"I'm sorry." he whispers, his gaze softening as he looks down at you. "I didn’t know Yoongi was going to come back. I genuinely thought he was already home." he slightly pouts.

You chuckle, shaking your head. "It’s not your fault." The laugh that escapes your lips feels light, almost like the tension from earlier has completely melted away.

Jungkook's smile widens as he watches you, his eyes practically sparkling with admiration. "Now that I think about it, I never got to hear why exactly you came here." he says, the playful grin never leaving his face.

You hesitate for a moment, then, with a soft sigh, you admit, "I just wanted to see you." The words feel natural, like they’ve been building up inside of you for days and you know there’s no point hiding it now.

His heart does a little flip at your honesty, and before he can stop himself, he presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. The tenderness of the gesture makes you feel warm inside, and the simple affection causes a flutter in your chest.

Looking around, he realizes it’s getting late, and though every part of him wants to stay and savor this moment with you, he knows he has to let you go. "Want a ride home?" he asks, his voice low and sincere.

And honestly, who are you to say no to that?

Sunday arrives, and the day of the long-anticipated date is finally here. You’re in your room, standing in front of your mirror, eyes darting between a pile of clothes scattered across your bed.

The excitement is palpable, but so is the indecision. You want to look cute, but not too over-the-top. You want to be comfortable, but still impress him. The usual "what to wear" dilemma feels a bit more significant today.

You settle on a white, frilly lace skirt that hits right at the middle of your thighs, the delicate fabric floating around your legs, giving you a sense of whimsy. It’s just the right mix of sweet and playful. You pair it with a soft blue top that complements the skirt perfectly. The top is simple but elegant, with a delicate lace trim along the neckline that adds just a touch of charm.

It hugs your torso gently, emphasizing your figure. The color reminds you of a clear summer sky, and the way the soft fabric feels against your skin adds a layer of comfort that makes you feel at ease despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

As you finish getting ready, you glance at the clock on your wall. "3:47 PM." You're supposed to be ready by 4, and you still don’t have the faintest idea of where Jungkook is taking you, or what the date will be like.

The uncertainty only heightens the excitement, but you decide not to overthink it. It’s more about the fact that you’ll get to spend time with him... just the two of you and you honestly can’t wait for that.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in your chest, and check yourself one last time in the mirror. Your hair’s styled just right, not too perfect, but enough to give you that effortless, yet polished look.

Right on cue, you hear a familiar rumble outside the window and your heart skips a beat. You walk over to the window and peek outside. There he is, revving his motorcycle. The sleek, black bike gleams under the afternoon sun, and he’s standing beside it, a grin on his face as he looks up at your window. Your breath catches in your throat as your nerves tangle with excitement.

You grab your purse, quickly walk out the door, and make your way down to meet him. Jungkook’s eyes light up when he sees you, his smile widening. “You look beautiful,” he says softly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. His voice sends a warm rush through you.

“Thanks,” you reply, trying to hide your flustered smile as you approach. "All ready for today?” you ask, wiggling your brows. He chuckles. “Of course. Hop on. I’ve got something planned.”

You follow him to his bike, and he offers you a helmet. After slipping it on, you climb onto the back of the motorcycle, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist. As soon as you’re settled, the engine roars to life, and you both take off, the wind rushing past you as you zoom through the streets. The feeling of the open air, the rush of speed, and the closeness between you fills you with a sense of freedom.

As the ride continues, the anticipation is building in your chest, but you’re too caught up in the warmth of his presence to care about the unknowns of the date.

Soon enough, Jungkook pulls up to a stunning garden, a hidden gem filled with colorful blooms and greenery that seems to go on forever. The air smells fresh, and the soft chirping of birds adds to the peaceful atmosphere.

He parks the bike and helps you off, guiding you towards a secluded spot by the flowers. He’s already laid out a blanket under a large tree, and as you sit down, you can’t help but marvel at how thoughtfully he’s planned everything. There’s a basket too, filled with snacks, fresh fruits and drinks.

"Wow... this is... this is beautiful." you breath out, stunned by the gorgeous set up in front of you. He grabs your hand, pulling you closer to the blanket and the both of you sit down side by side, your eyes taking in the beauty you're surrounded by.

"When did you set up all of this?" you ask, honestly amused by how thoughtfully this whole set up was curated. Jungkook shrugs, not wanting to bother you with the details. "Magic!" he says, acting like he's letting you in on a secret.

You roll your eyes, but you can't help the giggle that leaves your lips. This feels perfect. Everything about it. You already know this is the kind of date you’ll never be able to forget... not that you want to, anyway.

Gradually, the sun is beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over everything. Jungkook sits beside you, his arm brushing yours, and the two of you fall into easy conversation.

“Growing up, I had a pretty chaotic childhood.” you say, your voice soft as you glance over at him. He looks over at you, his eyes curious, waiting for you to continue.

“My parents had a strained marriage, lots of arguments and drama. I spent most of my time with my grandma. She was this... she was this amazing woman, full of life and... and love, and she had this thing for flowers." you pause, the image of your grandma appearing in your head.

"I remember helping her tend to her garden every summer. It was like her little escape from everything and i guess... that’s where I got the motivation to open my shop. Flowers always felt like home to me.” You smile, a warm feeling spreading in your chest as you remember your grandma’s gentle hands working with the delicate petals.

Jungkook listens intently, nodding, his expression soft. “That’s really beautiful...” he says quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “So that's your special connection with flowers, huh?” he concludes.

You nod, the memories flooding back as you continue. "It’s not just about selling flowers..." you explain. "It’s about sharing that peace and calm my grandma gave me, helping people create their own moments of beauty and joy. I've always wanted it to be more than just a business... it’s about... it's about a connection. I want to bring a little bit of that serenity into people’s lives."

Jungkook listens, his gaze thoughtful. He then leans back, looking at the sky before his eyes meet yours again. "That’s really inspiring." he says with admiration. "I'm glad you were able to bring it to life... your shop.... it's truly beautiful."

You laugh softly, feeling a sense of connection that’s deeper than you expected. "Thank you."

He smiles and takes a deep breath, his voice turning slightly more serious. "For me, it’s motorcycles."

He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "I know it sounds cliché, but my parents... they always wanted me to be a prosecutor. They had this idea of me following a traditional path.. you know.. law school, a stable career, all that. But I’ve always been more interested in bikes. I guess you could say... that was my calling."

You tilt your head slightly, intrigued by his words. "So you just... dropped everything?"

Jungkook nods, his expression softening. "Yeah. I gave up everything... the expectations, the dreams my parents had for me. I wanted to be true to myself and that's why I opened my own shop, where I could focus on something I truly enjoy... I've always wanted a place where I could connect with people who shared the same passion. It's not just about bikes for me... it’s about the craftsmanship, the freedom, and the bond with people who appreciate it just as much as I do."

You smile, feeling your heart swell at how passionate he sounds when he talks about his shop. “That’s amazing.” you say sincerely. “You really went after what you love.”

Jungkook shrugs, but there’s a hint of pride in his eyes. "Yeah, it wasn’t easy, but I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. I think it’s worth it, though, you know? To be doing something that makes you feel alive." You nod, agreeing with him. His words stay with you as the evening deepens and you both shift conversations effortlessly.

You both relax further into the moment, and Jungkook notices a bunch of wildflowers near him on the ground. He carefully plucks a bunch of them and then proceeds to gently tuck them into your hair, his fingers brushing your skin as he arranges them. You smile at him, feeling a mix of joy and affection. His touch is gentle, and it makes your heart flutter.

“I think these flowers suit you.” he says softly, leaning back to admire his work. “You look even more beautiful with them in your hair.” he comments. You laugh softly, feeling the warmth spread through you. “Please...” you say, your voice filled with shyness.

Jungkook then pulls out his phone and asks if he can take a picture of you, a moment to capture your happiness. You agree, and he takes several shots of you, making you laugh with his goofy comments. You feel completely at ease with him, the world around you feeling perfectly still as you enjoy the beauty of the moment.

As the sun begins to set, the sky transforms into a breathtaking array of pinks, oranges, and purples. It’s as if the entire world is in perfect harmony. And when your gaze shifts from the sky to look at the beautiful man beside you, your eyes meet.

Smiling softly at you, he leans in, his gaze soft and affectionate, and you feel your heart race. He moves closer to you, his hand gently resting on your cheek, and in one fluid motion, he kisses you. It’s slow and tender, and for a moment, you feel like this is a dream.

When you pull apart, he whispers, “You know... I really really like you, right?"

You smile softly, your heart full. “Me too... I really really like you too.” you reply, feeling an overwhelming sense of connection. You feel his hands leave your cheek and reach for your hand that rests on the blanket. And like it's second nature, he carefully intertwines your fingers together.

As the sun sets completely and the sky darkens, Jungkook helps you up, clearing the blanket and folding it up. He grabs your hand, leading you towards his bike. “There’s one more part to the surprise.” he says, grinning. You're shocked, but you don't question him, simply allowing him to lead you through the night.

You both ride through the chilly night breeze, heading to a quaint diner that sits at the edge of the city. The soft glow of neon lights illuminates the cozy little restaurant. Jungkook parks the bike, and you both walk in, settling into a booth.

Not wanting to sit face to face, you slide in right next to him, the small space between you filling with warmth. It feels so much more better like this. Lesser distance, more closeness. The food is comforting and simple, but it’s the conversation that makes the meal so special. You talk about everything... your dreams, your hopes, your favorite memories. You both laugh, share stories, and it feels like you’re in your own little world.

When the meal ends, you both step out into the cool night air, but something feels different. The day has been so perfect, and you so badly don’t want it to end.

As you make your way to the bike, a sudden chill runs through you, and just as you’re about to climb on, the first raindrop falls. Then, suddenly, it’s pouring. The heavy rain drenches you both, and you quickly seek shelter under a nearby tree in the parking lot, trying to protect yourselves from the downpour.

Jungkook’s quick to react, pulling off his jacket and draping it over your head to shield you from the rain. His closeness in the downpour feels intimate, like the two of you are sharing this private moment away from the world.

“Maybe we... maybe we should head to my place until the rain stops.” Jungkook suggests, looking up at the sky, which shows no signs of letting up anytime soon.

You hesitate for a moment, the rain soaking through your clothes, but then you nod. You can’t really say no, especially since the rain isn’t showing any signs of stopping. The thought of waiting with him until the storm dies out, however, feels comforting, and you find yourself agreeing.

Jungkook offers you a soft smile and takes your hand. “It’s not far from here, so hopefully the ride won't be too hard. We can hang out there until the rain clears up.” he says.

A wave of nervousness washes over you, but you nod, knowing there’s no real reason to refuse. You can feel the excitement, anticipation, and the electric connection between you as you both climb onto his bike, the rain pelting down around you.

The ride back to his house is different this time... faster, wetter, but also full of excitement. By the time you arrive, you’re soaked to the bone, but the warmth of his home provides a comforting refuge from the storm. You both rush inside, giggling, laughing and drenched, and as Jungkook shuts the door behind you, he looks at you with a playful grin.

“Guess we’re stuck together for a little longer.” he says, his eyes full of affection. You smile, feeling a flutter in your chest. Whatever the weather holds, you know one thing for sure... this date has been more than perfect, and even though you're nervous, you’re curious and eager to see where the night will take you.

<- part 10 // part 12 ->

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rosemariiaa · 8 months ago

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~Love Me Anyway~

˖˙ ᰋ ── pairing: Paige x Azzi

˖˙ ᰋ ── rosie’s note: almost teared up at this one, i hate couples. posting another short fic but late tonight!

˖˙ ᰋ ── request: Inspired by the song, “Love Me Anyway” by Chappell Roan, (847 w/c)

˖˙ ᰋ ── theme: fluff

enjoy!!!

Azzi stood by the window, watching the early evening sky turn shades of orange and pink. The autumn chill had settled in, bringing a crispness to the air that reminded her of past seasons with Paige. She picked up a framed Polaroid from her table—a picture of her and Paige from USA basketball camp years ago. The memories were bittersweet, a reminder of the love that had always been complicated but deeply felt.

The doorbell rang, pulling Azzi from her thoughts. She took a deep breath and walked to the door, opening it to find Paige standing there, her cheeks flushed from the cold. Paige’s eyes met Azzi’s with a mixture of hesitation and hope.

“Hey,” Paige said softly, holding up a small bag. “I brought some stuff.”

Azzi nodded, stepping aside to let Paige in. She led Paige to the living room, where they sat across from each other. The room was filled with the warmth of a crackling fire, but the space between them felt colder.

“I saw this at the market,” Paige said, pulling out a box of Polaroid film and a photo album. “I thought we could take some new pictures. For old times’ sake.”

Azzi’s heart ached at the gesture. It was exactly like Paige to remember the small things, to want to hold onto the fragments of their past. She nodded, forcing a smile. “That sounds nice.”

As they worked together, setting up a makeshift photo booth with a camera and a backdrop, the air between them began to soften. Paige’s fingers brushed against Azzi’s as they adjusted the camera, and for a moment, Azzi was reminded of how things used to be, how Paige had always loved her despite everything.

“I’m sorry for how things ended,” Paige said suddenly, breaking the silence. “I know I made mistakes, and I didn’t always handle things right.”

Azzi looked at her, feeling a pang of regret. “I know. I wasn’t perfect either. I’m sorry, I was always scared and confused.”

Paige smiled, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “But you still loved me anyway. Even when I pushed you away, you stayed.”

Azzi’s voice trembled as she spoke. “You always came back, though. When I was too shy or scared, you always reached out. You loved me even when I was at my worst, I appreciate that P...”

They took photos, laughing softly as they captured moments that were both old and new. Each click of the camera was a reminder of their shared history, of a love that had weathered many storms.

Paige looked over at Azzi with a tender expression. “Remember when we met at U16 camp? I was too shy to even talk to you, and you seemed so distant. But you still found a way to make me feel special.”

Azzi smiled, her eyes misty. “I remember. I didn’t think we’d become so close, but you managed to break through my walls. Even when I was hesitant, you never gave up on me.”

They continued taking pictures, their laughter mingling with the soft clicks of the camera. As the evening wore on, they sat together on the couch, flipping through the album filled with their old Polaroids. The warmth from the fire and the nostalgia of the photos created a comforting atmosphere.

“You were right,” Azzi said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “After all this time, I realize how much I missed this. I missed you.”

Paige took Azzi’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I missed you too. Even with everything that happened, I always loved you anyway.”

Azzi looked into Paige’s eyes, searching for the reassurance she needed. “Do you think we could ever get back to what we had? I know things aren’t perfect, but…”

Paige’s eyes softened, and she pulled Azzi closer. “I think we can try. We’ve both made mistakes, but we’ve also had so many good times. Maybe we can start fresh, build something new from the foundation we already have.”

Azzi nodded, her heart swelling with hope. “I’d like that. I want to remember the good moments and create new ones with you.”

As they stood up to take more pictures, Paige’s arm draped around Azzi’s shoulders, pulling her close. They posed for the camera, their faces lit with genuine smiles. It wasn’t a perfect resolution, but it was a start. They both knew that their journey was far from over, but in that moment, they were willing to try. To love each other anyway, despite their past mistakes and imperfections.

The night grew darker, and the fire crackled softly in the hearth. Paige and Azzi found themselves sitting on the floor, surrounded by the scattered Polaroid prints. They talked about their favorite memories and dreams for the future, their conversation flowing easily, as if no time had passed since they last spoke.

When the firelight cast a warm glow over the room, Paige looked at Azzi with a mix of affection and determination. “We’ve been through so much, but I want to be here with you. I want to make things right, even if it means taking things slow.”

Azzi smiled, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Me too. Let’s take things one step at a time. We have our past, but we also have the chance to create a future.”

They shared a quiet moment, the space between them filled with unspoken understanding. Paige leaned in, her forehead resting against Azzi’s.

“I’d like to take more Polaroids,” Paige said softly. “Not just for old times’ sake, but for now. For us.”

Azzi nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “I’d like that too. I want to remember the good moments, and the ones we’re making now.”

They took more pictures, capturing their laughter and their tender looks. As they finished, they sat together, wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling the warmth of their renewed connection.

They knew that while their relationship might never be easy, it was worth every effort. And for now, that was enough.

#pazzi #azzi fudd #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #rosie’s roses<3 #rosie’s works 🎧⋆｡ °⋆

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th3mrskory · 3 months ago

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Chapter 5: Bridging the distance

Pairing: Original fem!Reader x Origins!LoganWarning: none. Just fluff, but the slow burn is starting to burn a little faster.

Word count: 7.3k

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The sun dipped low in the sky, casting warm hues over the cottage as Evelyn wiped her hands on a dish towel for the fifth time. The small dining table was set with mismatched plates, a modest bouquet of wildflowers sitting in a glass jar at its center. She stared at it for a moment, chewing her lip. Did it look too formal? Too casual? Did he even care? Her stomach twisted with nerves as she double-checked the food. The roast looked decent, the vegetables hadn’t burned, and the dessert—something simple—sat cooling on the counter. It wasn’t about impressing him. Not really. She just wanted him to feel… welcomed.

As the rumble of Logan’s truck echoed up the driveway, she caught her reflection in the window—hair slightly tousled, cheeks flushed from the heat of the kitchen. She smoothed her hands over her shirt and exhaled deeply, steeling herself before opening the door.

Logan hesitated before stepping out of the truck. The soft glow of the cottage’s windows spilled into the dusk, the warm light a stark contrast to the cool night air. He’d spent all day convincing himself that this was just dinner—nothing more, nothing less. But standing at her door, he felt the weight of his own expectations settle heavily in his chest.

The door swung open, and there she stood, her eyes meeting his with a nervous smile that somehow made his pulse stutter. “Hey,” she said softly, stepping aside to let him in. “Evening,” he replied, the deep timbre of his voice filling the small entryway.

The scent of roasting herbs and something sweet wafted through the air, mingling with the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. He took it all in—the table set with care, the way she’d clearly put thought into every detail.

“Hope you’re hungry,” she said as they settled at the table, gesturing to the spread. “Smells good,” Logan said, his voice low but sincere.

The meal started with polite conversation—updates on the cottage renovations, small talk about the weather, and light teasing about Logan’s persistent tendency to do things without asking for thanks. “You know,” she said, pointing her fork at him, “you’ve practically rebuilt half the house by now. I should be naming rooms after you or something.” Logan smirked faintly, shaking his head. “Just doing what needs doing.”

As the conversation unfolded, the tension began to ease. Logan’s baritone laughter rumbled softly at her recounting of a mishap at the market, and she found herself leaning into his quiet presence, the ease of his company settling over her like a blanket.

After dinner, they lingered in the living room, sipping tea as the fire crackled in the hearth. Logan sat on the edge of the couch, his broad frame relaxed but still carrying that quiet intensity she’d come to associate with him.

She hesitated before speaking, her voice quiet but steady. “I’ve been thinking about… everything you’ve done for me. The repairs, the firewood. Dinner was the least I could do, but it still doesn’t feel like enough.” “You don’t owe me anything,” he replied, his tone even.

Her gaze flicked to his, the firelight dancing in her eyes. “Maybe not. But I still want to say thank you—for all of it.”

Logan didn’t respond immediately, his brow furrowing slightly as he held her gaze. She could see the question there, the silent wondering if she meant more than the words she was saying.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up that day,” she added softly, her voice wavering just enough to betray her vulnerability.

The silence stretched between them, charged with unspoken tension. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her pulse thrumming in her ears.

And then, without fully thinking it through, she leaned forward.

Her hand brushed his, tentative but deliberate, and when he didn’t pull away, she closed the remaining distance, her lips pressing softly against his.

For a moment, Logan didn’t move, as though caught off guard. Then, his hand came up to rest gently against her jaw, his touch firm but careful, as though afraid of breaking her. The kiss deepened slightly, their breaths mingling in the warmth of the firelight.

But just as quickly as it had begun, she pulled back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“I—” she started, her voice trembling. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Logan’s eyes searched hers, his hand lingering just long enough to make her heart skip before he let it fall back to his lap. “Don’t apologize,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “Not for that.”

“I’m sorry if I—” “You didn’t,” he interrupted, his tone firm but gentle. “I just…” He trailed off, shaking his head slightly. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I didn’t have to,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I wanted to. I just—” She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I’m scared.”

Logan nodded slowly, his expression softening. “That makes two of us.”

They sat in the quiet for a while, neither rushing to fill the space. When Logan finally stood to leave, Evelyn walked him to the door, her emotions a tangled mess of uncertainty and something dangerously close to hope.

“Thanks for dinner,” he said, his voice low but genuine.

“Thanks for coming,” she replied, her lips curving into a small, tentative smile.

As he stepped out into the night, she watched him go, her heart still racing from the kiss and the unspoken promise it seemed to carry.

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The soft light of dawn filtered through the thin curtains, pulling Evelyn from a restless sleep. She lay still for a moment, her mind already swirling with the memory of the night before. Her fingers brushed her lips instinctively, as if they could still feel the ghost of Logan’s touch.

Why had she kissed him?

Her chest tightened as the question lingered. She sat up slowly, wrapping her arms around her knees and staring at the faint embers glowing in the hearth. It wasn’t regret she felt—it was confusion. Fear. And maybe, if she was honest with herself, hope.

The fear gnawed at her, though. She’d been here before—feeling something, letting someone in—only to watch it fall apart. Logan was steady, patient, and kind in ways that unsettled her because they felt too genuine, too real. She wasn’t sure she could trust herself to let him in, let alone trust him not to leave.

She groaned softly, burying her face in her hands. “What are you doing, Evelyn?” she whispered to herself.

After a few minutes, she stood and moved through her morning routine. The fire needed stoking, the kitchen needed tidying, and the half-finished crochet vest she’d abandoned last night sat waiting for her by the window. The rhythmic click of her needles would usually calm her, but today, even that felt insufficient.

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Logan woke early, the cool air of his cabin doing little to shake the memory of her kiss. He rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a frustrated breath as he sat on the edge of his bed.

He hadn’t meant to rush things last night. Hell, he hadn’t even meant to kiss her. But the way she’d looked at him, her words so raw and honest, had tugged at something deep inside him. And now? Now, he wasn’t sure where they stood.

He shrugged on a flannel shirt and boots, determined to keep himself busy. The logging site would be a welcome distraction—or so he thought.

By the time he arrived, the other men were already milling about, their chatter filling the crisp morning air. Logan wasn’t in the mood for conversation, but his silence didn’t deter them.

“Morning, Howlett,” Pete called out, grinning as he hefted a bundle of tools. “You look like you didn’t sleep a damn wink.”

Logan grunted, grabbing an ax and slinging it over his shoulder.

Rick leaned against a nearby log stack, smirking. “What’s the matter? Got too much on your mind?”

Another chuckled. “Bet he’s thinking about her—you know, the pretty one with the cottage.”

Logan shot them a warning glare, his voice low and edged. “You’ve got time to gossip, you’ve got time to haul more logs.”

The men exchanged knowing looks but didn’t press further. Even they weren’t foolish enough to push Logan when his mood was this sour.

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Evelyn sat by the window, her crochet needles clicking softly as she worked on the vest. She’d chosen a deep green yarn, the color reminding her of the forest—the one place Logan seemed most at home.

It wasn’t just a gift. It was her way of saying thank you. For being there. For staying. For seeing her in ways she sometimes struggled to see herself.

When she finished, she held the vest up to the light, inspecting her work. It wasn’t perfect, but maybe that was fitting. Neither of them was perfect, but somehow, they worked.

She folded it neatly, tying it with a piece of twine, and attached a small note:

"For everything. Thank you. - Evelyn"

Her nerves buzzed as she drove to Logan’s cabin that evening. His truck wasn’t in the driveway, but the faint glow of a lamp inside told her he wasn’t far. She hesitated for a moment before setting the package on the porch and heading back to her truck.

As she drove away, she couldn’t help but hope he’d understand what the gift meant—what she couldn’t quite put into words.

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Logan returned home late, exhaustion tugging at his limbs as he stepped out of his truck. His eyes caught on the small package waiting on his porch.

He crouched down, picking it up carefully. The yarn was soft beneath his rough fingers, the note tied to it catching his eye. As he read the words, something stirred in his chest—an emotion he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time.

Slipping the vest on, he immediately felt the warmth. Not just from the fabric, but from the thoughtfulness behind it. He ran a thumb over the note again before tucking it into his pocket.

She’d made this for him.

The thought stayed with him all night, a quiet reassurance in the face of the uncertainty lingering between them.

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Logan’s truck rumbled up the driveway, the familiar sound stirring a mix of anticipation and nerves in her chest. She opened the door just as he stepped out, and for a moment, her eyes caught on the green vest she’d crocheted for him. It fit snugly, emphasizing the breadth of his shoulders, and the sight sent an unexpected warmth curling through her.

“You’re wearing it,” she said, unable to keep the surprise from her voice.

Logan nodded, his expression calm but genuine. “It’s good work.”

A smile tugged at her lips, her earlier hesitation melting away. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Anything need fixing today?” he asked, his hands tucked into his pockets.

She hesitated, suddenly self-conscious about how much she relied on him. But then she caught the faint softness in his eyes, and the words came more easily. “The pantry door’s been sticking, and the windows in the bedroom let in a little too much cold. If you have time.”

Logan gave a short nod, stepping past her into the cottage. “Let’s take a look.”

The warmth from the fire wrapped around them as they moved into the kitchen. She gestured toward the pantry door. His movements were deliberate, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

“It gets stuck right here,” she said, tapping the frame where the wood had warped slightly.

Logan knelt to inspect it, running his fingers over the uneven edge. “I’ll plane it down. Shouldn’t take long.”

As he set to work, Evelyn leaned against the counter, watching him with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. His hands moved with practiced ease, steady and deliberate, every motion efficient.

“You’re good at this,” she remarked after a moment, breaking the comfortable silence.

Logan glanced up briefly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Been fixing things my whole life.”

“Were you always a handyman?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Not always,” he replied, his tone cryptic. “Picked it up over time.”

She sensed there was more to his story, but she didn’t press. Instead, she grabbed two mugs from the cupboard. “Coffee?”

“Sure,” he said, his focus returning to the door.

The rhythmic scrape of the plane against wood filled the room as she poured the coffee. She set a steaming mug on the counter beside him, the warmth of her gesture unspoken but clear.

“Thanks,” he said gruffly, pausing to take a sip before returning to his work.

As he worked on the pantry, she lingered nearby, sipping her coffee and stealing glances at him. There was something grounding about his presence—the quiet steadiness that seemed to fill every corner of the room.

By mid-morning, they’d moved to the bedroom, where a chill seeped through the worn frames of the windows. Logan inspected the gaps with a critical eye, his brow furrowed in thought.

“You’ll need weatherstripping,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “I can patch it for now, but it’ll only hold until the next storm.”

“I’ll add it to my shopping list,” she replied, pulling a blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Unless you want to come with me to the hardware store next time.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. “That an invitation?”

“More like a bribe,” she shot back, her tone light. “You know your way around tools better than I do.”

He huffed softly, a sound that might’ve been a laugh, and began securing the temporary patch.

As he worked, she busied herself folding a stack of crocheted blankets near the bed, stealing occasional glances at him. The way he moved, quiet but deliberate, filled the room with a sense of steadiness she hadn’t realized she’d been missing.

“Do you ever take a break?” she teased, crossing her arms as he straightened from the window.

He gave her a sideways glance. “Not when there’s work to do.”

“Well, there’s soup on the stove if you’re hungry,” she offered, gesturing toward the kitchen.

Logan hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright.”

They sat together at the small kitchen table, the silence between them punctuated only by the clink of spoons against ceramic.

“This is good,” Logan said after a few bites, his tone matter-of-fact.

“You sound surprised,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Not surprised,” he replied, meeting her gaze. “Just impressed.”

A quiet laugh escaped her, and she shook her head. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Logan’s lips twitched, the faintest hint of a smile crossing his face.

As the afternoon stretched on, Logan replaced a loose floorboard in the hallway while she crocheted by the fire. The hours slipped by, marked by small exchanges and the comforting rhythm of shared tasks.

When he packed up his tools, she hesitated near the kitchen counter, her fingers twisting the edge of her shirt. “Would you want to stay for dinner?” she asked, her voice quiet but sincere.

Logan looked at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before he nodded. “Sure.”

Dinner was a simpler affair than lunch, the food more about comfort than impressing anyone. They talked in quiet bursts between bites, their conversation weaving through lighthearted topics and the occasional teasing remark.

Afterward, as she cleared the plates, Logan stood. “I’ve got it,” he said, taking the dishes from her hands and moving to the sink.

She watched him for a moment, her heart twisting at the simple kindness of the gesture. The sight of him at her sink—so at ease in her space—stirred something deep and unfamiliar.

“Thanks,” she murmured, leaning against the counter.

He nodded, scrubbing a plate with deliberate care. The steady rhythm of the water and his movements filled the quiet.

Without fully thinking it through, she stepped closer, her hand brushing against his as she reached for the towel. He froze, his gaze flicking to hers, and in that moment, the world seemed to still.

Logan’s hands stilled on the last dish, his focus divided between the sound of the running water and her quiet presence behind him. As he placed the plate on the drying rack, she stepped closer, the space between them shrinking until it felt almost electric.

"You're really determined to make yourself useful, aren't you?" she teased softly, her voice light but edged with something she couldn’t quite name.

Logan turned, the towel in his hand forgotten as his gaze dropped to hers. His presence loomed in the small kitchen, grounding and overwhelming all at once.

"Figured it’s the least I can do after dinner," he said, his voice low, steady. But his eyes lingered, betraying something deeper.

Evelyn tilted her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "You’ve already done enough, Logan."

He huffed softly, his lips twitching in what might’ve been the ghost of a smirk. "Not sure about that."

The fire crackled faintly in the living room, the only sound breaking the quiet tension that hung between them. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took a small step forward, her fingers brushing against the edge of the counter.

"Logan," she started, but her voice faltered when his eyes locked onto hers, sharp yet unreadable.

"What?" he asked, his tone soft yet weighted.

For a moment, she froze, her breath hitching as she searched his face for hesitation, for any sign that she shouldn’t cross the line she’d been tiptoeing around all day. But there was none.

So she closed the distance.

Her hands reached out, tentative at first, resting lightly against his chest as she leaned up on her toes. Logan didn’t move, his broad frame still as though he was waiting for her to decide. And then, before she could second-guess herself, her lips met his.

The kiss started soft, uncertain, but when Logan’s hands came up to her waist, pulling her closer, it shifted. His grip was firm, grounding her as his lips moved against hers with an intensity that made her knees weak.

Her hands slid up his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tightening on her hips. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them, the edges of the world blurring until all she could feel was him—his warmth, his strength, the quiet restraint in the way he held her.

Her back pressed against the counter as his lips trailed from hers, brushing along her jaw and down to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. She gasped softly, her fingers sliding into his hair as her body leaned instinctively into his.

"Logan," she murmured, her voice breathless and unsteady.

He paused, his forehead resting against hers as they both fought to catch their breath. His hands still rested at her waist, his grip steady but no longer insistent.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice rough but careful.

Her heart stuttered at the question, at the tenderness beneath his words. She nodded, her fingers loosening their hold on his shirt to cup his face instead.

"Yeah," she whispered, her lips brushing his as she spoke. "It’s more than okay."

Logan exhaled, the tension in his body easing slightly, though the intensity in his gaze didn’t waver. He kissed her again, slower this time, but no less consuming. His hands roamed her back, her shoulders, anchoring her to him as though he needed the reassurance of her presence as much as she needed his.

When they finally broke apart, her chest heaved as she leaned against him, her forehead pressing lightly to his collarbone. His fingers traced gentle patterns along her spine, the movement soothing despite the storm still raging in her chest.

"That," she said, her voice trembling slightly as she glanced up at him, "was… unexpected."

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, his lips quirking into a small smile.

They stood there for a long moment, the warmth of his body against hers chasing away the chill of the night.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing along her hip.

She nodded, her smile shy but genuine. "I think so."

Logan’s eyes softened, and he dipped his head slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead before stepping back just enough to give her space.

"Good," he said simply, his voice carrying a quiet reassurance that made her heart ache in the best way.

The air in the cottage felt different now—warmer, charged, like the fire in the hearth wasn’t the only thing giving off heat. Evelyn sat on the couch with a mug of tea, staring at the flames as they danced and flickered. Logan was still in the kitchen, finishing the last of the cleanup, but her mind lingered on the kiss they’d shared.

She traced the rim of her mug absently, her lips still tingling with the memory of his. It had been unexpected, yet it felt… right. Like crossing a threshold she hadn’t realized she’d been standing at for weeks. But it also terrified her. Letting someone in, even someone as steady as Logan, was a risk she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

The sound of footsteps broke her reverie. Logan appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. His expression was calmer now, the intensity from earlier replaced with something quieter—more grounded.

“You’re staring at that fire like it’s got all the answers,” he said, his tone light but with that familiar edge of seriousness.

She glanced up, startled, then gave him a small smile. “Maybe I’m hoping it does.”

He pushed off the doorway and stepped closer, settling into the armchair across from her. His frame filled the space effortlessly, and even though he wasn’t touching her, his presence felt just as consuming as it had in the kitchen.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low but steady.

She nodded, though her fingers tightened around the mug. “Yeah. Just… a lot to process.”

Logan didn’t rush her, didn’t push for more. He just sat there, his gaze steady and patient. She appreciated that about him—the way he let her find her footing instead of trying to drag her along.

“I wasn’t expecting this,” she admitted after a long pause, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Neither was I,” he said, his tone carrying that same quiet honesty that seemed to anchor her.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, it felt like the room shrank around them, leaving just the two of them in the soft glow of the firelight.

“Do you regret it?” he asked, his voice so quiet it almost blended with the crackle of the flames.

She shook her head immediately. “No. I don’t. But I’m scared.”

Logan nodded slowly, as if he’d been expecting her answer. “Scared of what?”

She hesitated, the words catching in her throat. How could she explain the fear of opening herself up again, the fear of letting someone see all the broken pieces she was still trying to put back together?

“Of getting hurt,” she said finally, her voice trembling. “Of losing… something I didn’t even know I wanted.”

Logan’s expression softened, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’m not him,” he said simply.

Her breath hitched, the directness of his words cutting through her defenses like a blade.

“I know,” she said softly. “But that doesn’t make it any less terrifying.”

Logan nodded, his gaze steady on hers. “I’m not going anywhere, Evelyn. Not unless you tell me to.”

The conviction in his voice sent a ripple through her chest, a mixture of relief and fear intertwining in a way that left her feeling raw.

She looked down at her mug, her fingers tracing its rim again. “You’re… too good at this,” she murmured, her lips curving into a faint, shaky smile.

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, leaning back in the chair. “Just trying to be honest.”

Honesty. It was such a simple concept, yet it felt like the most complicated thing in the world. But as she looked at him—really looked at him—she realized that maybe, just maybe, it didn’t have to be.

“I’m trying,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I don’t know how to do this, but I’m trying.”

Logan gave her a small nod, the corner of his mouth twitching into the faintest hint of a smile.

The silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet that spoke volumes—soft, tentative, like the air before a storm. Evelyn ran her fingers along the edge of her mug, her thoughts spiraling as she weighed her next words.

Finally, she took a deep breath and looked at him. “Can we take this slow?” Her voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed the vulnerability beneath the surface. “I need time, Logan. I want to give myself to you—completely—but I need you to be patient with me.”

Logan’s gaze didn’t waver. He sat forward slightly, his forearms resting on his knees as he leaned closer. “I’m not in a rush,” he said, his voice low and steady. “We do this your way.I’ll be here.”

Her chest tightened at the sincerity in his tone. He wasn’t trying to convince her, wasn’t pushing her to move faster than she could manage. He was offering her the one thing she hadn’t expected—understanding.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her lips curving into a faint smile.

Logan nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re worth it,” he said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Her heart stuttered at his words, the quiet confidence behind them wrapping around her like a balm. It wasn’t just the words themselves; it was the way he said them, like they were a truth he’d known all along.

“I’m not used to this,” she admitted after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper. “Someone… waiting for me.”

Logan leaned back slightly, his expression softening as his lips curved into the faintest smile. “Guess I’m not like most people.”

Her laugh was quiet but genuine, breaking the tension that had settled between them. “No, you’re not.”

The fire crackled softly, filling the space between their words. Evelyn set her mug down on the small table beside the couch, her hands finally still after what felt like hours of fidgeting.

“I’ll try not to drive you crazy,” she said, her tone teasing but laced with sincerity.

Logan huffed softly, the sound almost like a laugh. “I can handle it.”

She tilted her head, her smile widening as she studied him. “You’re very sure of yourself.”

He shrugged, his gaze warm but steady. “Just sure of you.”

The weight of his words settled over her, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to face her fears alone.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as her eyes momentarily lowered to her hands. Her fingers curled slightly in a hesitant, almost protective gesture. “The last person who was supposed to wait for me… left.” She cleared her throat quietly, her voice growing quieter. “Just a letter. Said he couldn’t do it.”

There was a brief pause before she looked up, meeting his gaze with a rawness she hadn’t planned to reveal. “I don’t… I don’t like to make people wait for me. It doesn’t usually go well.”

Logan’s eyes softened, his expression still calm but now carrying a hint of understanding. He didn’t speak right away, simply allowing the weight of her words to linger between them, neither pushing her nor pulling away.

After a long moment, Evelyn smiled again, though it was faint. “I’m trying to get better at it,” she added, as if to reassure herself.

Logan gave a small nod, his gaze steady and unwavering. “You don’t have to try so hard with me, Evelyn.”

The weight of his words settled over her, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to face her fears alone.

They stayed there for a while longer, the fire burning low as the night deepened. When Logan finally stood to leave, Evelyn walked him to the door, the softness of their earlier conversation still lingering in the air.

He paused in the doorway, turning to face her. “Good night,” he said, his voice low and warm.

“Good night,” she replied, her smile small but genuine.

As he stepped out into the cool night, she watched him go, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks. Inside, as the embers in the hearth flickered faintly, she knew this was only the beginning of something new. Something she wasn’t ready to name but was finally willing to face.

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The night air had a crisp edge, the cool breeze rustling through the pines as Logan made his way to the truck. His hand lingered on the door handle for a moment before he glanced back at the cottage. The warm glow of the windows stood out against the dark, a quiet beacon that felt more inviting than any place he’d known in years.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he climbed into the truck. The engine rumbled to life, and as he drove away, the scent of the fire and the lingering warmth of Evelyn’s kiss stayed with him, stirring something deep and unfamiliar in his chest. His hands gripped the steering wheel, his mind replaying the evening—the way she’d smiled, the hesitance in her touch, and the softness in her eyes when she leaned in. It was dangerous, the way she was starting to make him feel like he belonged to something more than just the solitude he’d grown used to.

Inside, Evelyn leaned against the door for a moment after closing it, her fingers brushing against her lips as if to preserve the memory of the kiss. The weight that had pressed on her for months felt lighter, replaced by something warmer, steadier—a tentative hope she hadn’t dared let herself feel before.

The following morning arrived with the soft glow of winter sunlight filtering through the cottage windows. Evelyn stretched lazily, the events of the previous night replaying in her mind like a half-remembered dream. Her cheeks warmed as she recalled the kiss—the way it had ignited something within her that she wasn’t quite ready to name.

She let herself savor the memory for a moment before throwing off the covers and heading to the kitchen. The smell of coffee filled the small space as she poured herself a mug, her thoughts drifting to Logan. Was he thinking about her too?

“Get a grip,” she muttered, taking a sip of coffee.

She glanced at the crocheting she’d left on the arm of the couch—a nearly finished sweater, simple but sturdy, made with care. She ran her fingers over the soft yarn, debating whether she’d be bold enough to give it to him. Would he see it as too personal? The thought sent a flutter of nerves through her chest, but the memory of his steady presence reassured her. Logan wasn’t the kind of man who overthought gestures. If he accepted it, he’d do so simply and honestly.

Meanwhile, Logan was already knee-deep in work at the logging site. The familiar rhythm of chopping wood and loading the truck was grounding, his body moving on autopilot as his mind wandered. He replayed the night before, the warmth of her touch and the way she’d looked at him—a mixture of uncertainty and trust that made his chest tighten.

“Hey, Howlett!” Rick’s voice broke through his thoughts. The wiry man leaned on his ax with a knowing grin. “You’re quieter than usual today. Something on your mind?”

Logan’s jaw tightened slightly, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.“Nothing that concerns you.”

Rick raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Just saying—it’s nice to see you lightening up a bit.”

Logan huffed a soft laugh despite himself, shaking his head as he turned back to the pile of logs. The teasing didn’t bother him as much as it might have once. If anything, it reminded him of how much his life had shifted since Evelyn had entered it.

Later that day, Evelyn decided to take a walk into town. The cold air bit at her cheeks, but the exercise felt good, clearing her mind and easing some of the nervous energy that had been building since the night before. She stopped by the market to pick up a few things and exchanged pleasantries with Nancy, who greeted her with a warm smile.

“You’re glowing today,” Nancy remarked as she rang up Evelyn’s purchases.

“Am I?” Evelyn asked, her cheeks flushing.

Nancy tilted her head, her knowing smile deepening. “Must be something in the air.”

Evelyn laughed softly, shaking her head. “Or maybe it’s just the cold.”

As she stepped out of the market, the brisk air nipped at her cheeks, carrying with it the quiet hum of the town going about its day. She adjusted the strap of her bag, her thoughts wandering back to the vest she’d left on the couch and the man it was meant for.

She hesitated at the corner, the familiar path to her cottage stretching ahead of her. But instead of turning toward home, her feet stilled, the decision forming before she fully realized it. Maybe it was Nancy’s words, or maybe it was the nagging feeling in her chest, but suddenly, she couldn’t wait any longer.

Deciding to take a chance, she turned on her heel and started walking toward the logging company. The closer she got, the more her nerves began to hum, but she pushed the feeling aside. She wasn’t going to let fear hold her back—not this time

When she arrived at the logging site, the steady rhythm of work filled the air—axes chopping, saws buzzing, and the occasional shout as logs were loaded onto trucks. A few of the men glanced her way, their expressions ranging from curious to friendly.

One of the older men, a broad-shouldered guy with a kind face, stepped forward, wiping his hands on his flannel shirt. “You must be looking for Logan,” he said, his voice gruff but welcoming, his eyes crinkling at the edges with a knowing smile.

Evelyn nodded, clutching the bag of groceries she’d brought with her. “Is he here?”

The man exchanged a glance with a younger logger nearby, who smirked knowingly before returning to his work. “He’s out back,” the older man said, gesturing toward a narrow path that disappeared into the woods. “Just follow that trail there. Can’t miss him.”

“Thank you,” she said, smiling politely.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, his tone softening as he looked at her more closely. “And, miss, if you don’t mind me saying… it’s good to see Logan getting a little company.”

Another man, leaning against the bed of a truck, chimed in with a teasing grin, “Yeah, he’s been in a better mood lately. Not sure what’s changed, though.”

The older man shot him a warning look, but there was no malice in his tone. “Alright, alright. Don’t scare her off. Go on, miss—he’s just down that way.”

Evelyn felt her cheeks warm as she ducked her head. “Thanks again,” she said before heading toward the trail, her nerves tingling with each step.

As she walked away, she heard one of the men mutter, “Lucky guy. About time someone cracked that shell of his.”

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As she made her way down the narrow path, the sounds of the logging site faded into the distance. The trees grew denser, their bare branches weaving into a canopy above. Finally, she spotted him—Logan, shirt sleeves rolled up despite the cold, his ax moving with steady precision as he split a log in two.

She hesitated for a moment, watching him work. There was something mesmerizing about the way he moved, his strength and focus blending into an almost meditative rhythm. Finally, she cleared her throat, stepping into view.

Logan glanced up, his expression softening when he saw her. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I figured it was time for me to return the favor,” she said, holding up the small paper bag. “Brought you something sweet.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, setting the ax down as he approached. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” she replied, her lips curving into a small smile. “But I wanted to.”

He took the bag from her, his fingers brushing against hers for a brief moment. The touch lingered in the space between them before he cleared his throat. “Thanks,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

They found a spot near the edge of the clearing to sit. The quiet hum of the woods surrounded them, the distant sound of axes and machinery fading into the background. Logan opened the bag, pulling out a neatly wrapped pastry—something soft and golden, the faint scent of cinnamon wafting from it.

“Cinnamon rolls?” he asked, his brow lifting slightly.

“They’re Nancy’s,” Evelyn said, brushing her hands over her knees nervously. “I figured you could use something sweet after all this hard work.”

He huffed softly—a sound close to a laugh—and took a bite, his expression softening as he chewed. “Not bad.”

“I’ll be sure to tell Nancy you approve.” she teased, her grin widening.

Logan smirked faintly, finishing the roll in a few bites. As they sat there, the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by comfortable silences that felt more like pauses than gaps. She told him about Nancy’s insistence on her trying the cinnamon rolls, and he shared a few dry observations about the logging crew’s antics.

When the rolls were gone, Logan leaned back against a tree, his arms resting on his knees as he studied her with that quiet, unreadable gaze. “You didn’t just come all this way to bring me cinnamon rolls, did you?”

Evelyn hesitated, her heart pounding as his words hung in the air. “No,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted to see you.”

Logan’s expression softened, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I know,” she said, her voice growing steadier.” She hesitated, her hands fidgeting slightly in her lap before she looked back at him. “I want to try—to let you in. I’m just… not great at this.”

Logan studied her quietly, the faint breeze ruffling his hair as he leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees. “You don’t have to be great at it,” he said, his voice low but steady. He paused, his gaze softening as it lingered on hers. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

His words settled over her like a balm, soothing the frayed edges of her nerves. A small, grateful smile tugged at her lips.

They lingered in the clearing for a little longer, their conversation flowing more easily now. It wasn’t anything grand—just small observations, quiet moments of shared understanding—but it felt important. Real. When Logan finally stood, brushing his hands off on his jeans, he nodded toward the path leading back to the logging site.

“Come on,” he said, his tone lighter now. “I’ll walk you back.”

Evelyn felt the warmth of Logan’s presence beside her, the steady sound of his boots crunching against the forest floor grounding her in a way she hadn’t expected.

When they reached the edge of the logging site, she turned to face him, her nerves humming faintly. “Thanks for walking me back,” she said, her voice softer now.

Logan nodded, his gaze steady on hers. “Anytime.”

There was a brief pause, the kind of moment that stretched and swelled with unspoken possibilities. Then, acting on an impulse she didn’t fully understand but didn’t want to ignore, Evelyn leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. It was soft, fleeting, but it carried the weight of her promise—a promise to try, to let him in, even if it scared her.

When she pulled back, her cheeks warmed, she glanced away, biting back a shy smile. “I’ll see you later.”

Logan’s lips curved into the faintest of smirks, his hand brushing against hers briefly before he stepped back. “Yeah. Later.”

As she walked away, her footsteps light on the gravel path, Logan watched her go, the smirk lingering on his face. He turned to find a few of the guys standing nearby, their expressions ranging from amused to smug.

“Not a word,” Logan muttered, his tone carrying a warning edge.

One of the older men chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender.

Another chimed in, grinning. “I call best man.”

“Idiots,” he muttered under his breath, though there was no real heat behind the word. As the crew laughed and returned to their work, Logan found himself glancing back at the path where she’d disappeared, the memory of her kiss still lingering like an ember refusing to fade.

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The walk back to her cottage felt lighter than it had in weeks, the crisp air no longer carrying the same weight it usually did.

By the time she reached her porch, the cottage’s familiar charm greeted her like a warm embrace. The fire she’d left burning in the hearth had settled into glowing embers, and as she stepped inside, the quiet solitude of her home felt different now.

She set the bag from the market on the counter, unpacking the remaining items while her mind continued to wander. There was still so much she didn’t know about Logan, so many layers to the man who had somehow become her anchor in this small, quiet town. But for the first time, the uncertainty didn’t feel overwhelming.

Instead, it felt… hopeful.

As she settled onto the couch, her crocheting in her lap, she glanced out the window. The stars above Clearwater twinkled brightly, the kind of vast, open sky she never got used to. Her fingers moved instinctively over the yarn, weaving a familiar pattern into something new, something for him.

She wasn’t sure where this path with Logan would lead—whether it would be smooth or full of unexpected turns—but she knew she wanted to see it through. She wanted to let him in, to take that chance.

And judging by the way her chest felt lighter tonight, she was finally ready to try.

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Meanwhile, back at the logging site, Logan finished loading the last stack of logs onto the truck, his body moving on autopilot. His mind, however, was miles away—back in the clearing, where her soft laugh still echoed faintly in his ears.

“Good day, huh?” one of the crew teased as they packed up for the evening.

Logan shot him a sidelong glance, but there was no heat behind it. “Just finish loading the truck,” he muttered, though the faint smirk on his face didn’t go unnoticed.

As he climbed into his truck and drove home, the rhythmic hum of the engine did little to drown out the thoughts swirling in his mind. Her warmth, her laughter, the way her lips had curved into that tentative smile—it was all imprinted on him now, like a map leading to something he didn’t fully understand but was willing to follow.

For the first time in years, the road ahead didn’t feel so empty.

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Back at the cottage, Evelyn set aside her crocheting and climbed into bed, pulling the quilt up to her chin. The weight of the day settled over her—not heavy or burdensome, but grounding, like she was finally finding her footing.

As sleep claimed her, the warmth of Logan’s presence remained, lingering in the corners of her thoughts and in the quiet certainty of her heart.

They were both moving slowly, cautiously, but for the first time in a long time, they were moving forward.

Together

Chapter 4

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simstorian-blog · 8 months ago

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rainbowcaleb · 11 months ago

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FICLET FRIDAY: My Flowerhaired Prince

Prompt: long hair Essek | Pairing: Shadowgast | Rating: T | Wordcount: 811 | CW: none

A trio of wind chimes ring in Caleb’s head. He puts his hand on the page of his book, and looks towards the front hall. The afternoon sun is low enough in the sky that the floor is confettied with colored splashes from the stained glass inset on the door. He watches and waits. There’s a shuffling against the door, but no secondary alarm goes off. Caleb lets out his breath and returns to his book. He’s borrowed it from Veth and it’s long past due to return to her. Apparently she’s trying to start a bookclub with Jester and this is their first pick. He smiles to himself; The Gale and the Raven is a rather raunchy pick, but he can see the appeal. The descriptions are lovingly, explicitly, detailed.

The door opens and Caleb turns his page. Only a rare few know where he lives, and even rarer who have a key. It has been seven years and his anxieties, while not gone, slumber like a cat in a sunbeam more often than they roar.

“Caleb, I’m back.” It’s Essek, because of course it is. He lives here, comfortably settled into life with Caleb, three cats, and friends who come and go whenever they are in town.

“How was the market?” Caleb calls out. “Do you need a hand?”

“No, no, it’s all in one basket. Ah, darling, you won’t believe how ripe the plums are right now. Mister Aplinn was kind enough to set aside a carton for me, which proved fortuitous as Jester’s pastry errand took a while first.”

Caleb finishes up his page and picks an envelope off the endtable to use as a bookmark. It’s the outside of the wedding invitation from Jester and Fjord, the contents of which he’s memorized.

“How is Jester? Did you send along my regrets? The problem with teaching isn’t the students, it is always the endless meetings—” Caleb stops talking. Essek has just entered the room. “Oh.”

Essek raises an eyebrow. “What is it?” He starts towards the kitchen to unload his basket. Caleb practically throws the book onto his seat and goes to follow him.

“Essek, you look…” Caleb feels completely tongue tied. Yes, he saw Essek just this morning, early sunlight through peachy curtains making his bare skin glow against the covers of their shared bed. But Essek has returned looking different.

“Yes, ah, well you see Jester is practicing.” There’s a hint of color starting to dust across his cheeks.

Caleb raises his hands and cups those warm cheeks and turns Essek to face him. “For the wedding?”

“Yes.” Essek holds his gaze. “Do you like it?”

“Dear, you look lovely.” Caleb can’t help but twist a finger around one of the curls that has fallen across Essek’s forehead. Jester has taken full advantage of the new shoulder length growth, braiding a crown of hair around his head and leaving the rest to gently fall in waves. Intermingled with the braids are fresh flowers; dainty pink, spring green, and blue petals frame Essek’s face like gilding surrounding a fine painting.

“Jester didn’t have a mirror, but I did try and glance in a shop window. It’s not really me, I would say, but—” Essek pauses, and Caleb can sense the words tumbling until smooth. “It is something new.”

It warms Caleb’s heart, and he can’t help but lean in and press a kiss to Essek’s smiling mouth. “If you wear this to the wedding, it is only fair that you braid my hair too. We should match.”

Standing this close together Caleb can practically see a sparkle in Essek’s eyes at the suggestion. “Yes, yes, a very good idea. But you can’t wiggle this time. It’ll ruin your hair.”

Caleb pouts. “When do I wiggle?”

Essek reaches up and threads his hand through Caleb’s hair, tugging a little as he goes. Caleb leans into his touch immediately, barely stifling a humming moan.

“See?” Essek kisses his neck, now handily bared as Caleb leans to his side. “You like it too much.”

“That simply means we need to practice, get it out of my system so to speak.” Caleb slides his arms down and around Essek, pulling him flush against him. “Good news, my evening plans are wide open. Shall we begin?”

“Caleb!” Essek does not pull away, but his tone is all playful admonishment. “But the food needs to be put away, the plums…”

Essek should have seen it coming. Caleb tugs him tighter, palming his backside in the process.

“Yes, the plum, which I have right now.”

That earns him a yank of his hair, but Caleb’s reaction is all reward, not punishment. Essek kisses the tip of his nose.

“Fine, you win. But you are making dinner afterwards.”

“Whatever you say, my flower haired love, now let me take you to bed.”

#shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #shadowgast fic #critical role fic #mighty Nein fanfic #critical role #not really recent spoilers but perhaps if you squint #my fic #plum bum

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bossboudicca · 11 months ago

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Wrecker (TBB) SFW Alphabet

A little something something I threw together. Also on my Ao3 (link on profile)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Um, yeah! Probably the most affectionate clone in the entire GAR. His love language is definitely physical touch, with maybe a smattering of gift giving and receiving.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be such an amazing best friend. I feel like so many people see him as a little slow and goofy, but getting close to him would show you a whole other side; someone who listens and gives wonderful advice and comfort when appropriate. He is a fixer at heart, can’t stand seeing people in emotional or physical distress.

The friendship would start, in my mind, as any sort of chance encounter. He helps you lift something heavy, maybe he’s chasing Batcher through the market and she upturns your table or knocks into you. Naturally, he has to stop and help, and it goes from there.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Absolutely. You know those videos of the giant baby elephants in rescue sanctuaries? Just completely oblivious to their size and strength but totally down for a cuddle 24/7? Yeah, that’s Wrecker.

Not only does he love to cuddle, he is the best at it and has the best body type for it (in my humble opinion). Any kind of cuddling, but I think a favorite would be nestled against his side with your head on his big ol’ chest. Maybe a leg gets thrown over his own at some point.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

If we’re talking canon universe Wrecker, yes to settling down. Pabu is incredibly conducive to domestic life. If the two of you chose the tropical planet to settle on, let me set the scene:

Sheer curtains flutter against the rejuvenating ocean breeze blowing through open windows and doors, the adobe stone of your shared abode cool to the touch against the warm sun outside. Some of the door frames have been slightly altered to accommodate your companion’s remarkable height, and seeing the little personalizations around the home always brings an easy smile to your face.

Walking into the kitchen, you can see his large frame facing away from you, your peripheral vision swarmed with bright colors and shapes of various fruits piled on the countertops. You watch as his head tilts slightly at the noise of your steps, before turning to regard you with a gleaming grin.

It’s perfect.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would feel guilty, even if the majority of the issues were on the other party. As mentioned previously, seeing others upset or bothered by anything is almost intolerable to him.

Likely, he would try to talk to that person multiple times to mend whatever troubles are happening. He would go to his brothers, even Omega, to gather advice on the situation. Eventually, as much as it would break him up inside, he would have one final talk with the person and let his true feelings be known in as gentle and polite a way as possible for him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If you make him happy, and he makes you happy, he would absolutely commit. Marriage wouldn’t be something he would necessarily think about, being raised in the military and all. But if someone outside the relationship mentioned or alluded to it, or maybe the two of you attended another’s wedding, he would most definitely bring it up as something he is very interested in.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He thinks he’s gentle, and wants to be gentle. He’s a big boy though, essentially made for not being gentle, so it takes some practice for him to not actually hurt you when he gets excited about hugs and playful tussling.

He is good at being gentle emotionally though. Has always been a comforting presence for his brothers, in or out of battle, and would be the same for you. Really just someone you can talk to or just sit quietly with.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

YES! Hugs all around. All the time. Big, full-body, two-arms-completely-wrapped-around, feet-lifting-off-the-ground hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Pretty quickly, if you say it first. He will most likely say it right back to you.

If it’s left up to him though, it may take awhile, but eventually he just can’t hold it in anymore. It’ll come out at the most seemingly random times; he’s watching you pet an animal, peel a piece of fruit, fold a shirt - just something totally mundane and for some unknown reason all his feelings will just bubble up to the surface in that moment.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn’t often get jealous, as he believes people’s intentions are generally good. Sometimes, of course, they are not, but Wrecker is confident in himself and his relationship with you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I really can’t imagine any of the clones are naturally good kissers (with the exception of Fives), so it might be a little…rough, at first. He’s a good listener though, a people pleaser and wants to learn, so if you’re patient with him and show him what you like you’ll be well rewarded and very happy with the results.

For you, he loves coming up from behind, wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck, kissing and blowing raspberries and listening to you laugh.

For him, a kiss on the top of the head (if you can reach it) gives him wholesome, domestic butterflies. And of course the lips, which is obviously the best place to smooch on such a handsome fellow.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

All I can think about with this one is him meeting Omega:

*bends over for a closer look*

“What is that?!”

But seriously, he loves kids once he figures them out. He would definitely love some of his own, but only if you want them too. If not, there’s plenty of little urchins running around Pabu he can toss up in the air and give piggy-back rides to.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

See letter D. Other than that, he likes to sleep in, preferably with you. If you wake up before him, grab some caf and a magazine and get back into bed. Let that man wake up happy, with you by his side.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Since he sleeps late, he can be a bit of a night owl. Cuddling with snacks and a good holovid under a super soft blanket? Sign y’all up.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

You have but to ask. There’s nothing he’s ashamed or scared to tell you, not really, but he probably won’t take it upon himself to spill everything. He’s really more interested in what you’re all about; totally smitten and won’t even think to bring up much about himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

With you? It would take a lot.

With someone threatening his friends, family, or loved ones? It don’t take much bud.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He wouldn’t remember everything, he’s human (and a man), but certain things would jog his memory. Maybe you told him about a favorite flower or mentioned how you wanted to read a certain book or whatnot; he wouldn’t go out of his way to find it, but if he saw it he would instantly remember your interest and grab it for you.

Favorite foods he can remember though.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Any firsts; first time he touched you, first kiss, first time y’all talked about feelings and what your relationship was. Stuff like that gives him butterflies, and he likes that.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like

to be protected?)

He’s protective, but not in a stifling or possessive way. To put it simply, you are able to have scary dog privileges.

There’s really not a whole lot you can do to protect him. Maybe if he’s got a spider on his shoulder or something you could get it for him? He would probably appreciate that.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

As mentioned above, he is a people pleaser at his core. While he’s not a perfectionist, he does try to put effort into showing you how much he appreciates you. He loves giving gifts too; not big, crazy, showy gifts, but little everyday things. Maybe a cool rock he found, snacks, stuff like that.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Leaving hairs in the damn sink when he shaves >:(

(he doesn’t mean to)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not too concerned. Even after Tantiss, he still works out and stays in shape, mainly because it’s been a part of his routine for so long. But if we’re being honest, he’s definitely checking his muscles out in the mirror or a window reflection fairly often.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yeah :(

Especially if you guys became ‘official’ and were so for a while. He’s not clingy, but he would miss you like crazy if you had to leave for a time. And maker forbid, if something ever happened to you, he would be utterly broken apart for a long time.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

In the spring season on Pabu, Wrecker sometimes gets allergies for a week or so at a time. He totally hates it, not because of the sneezing or watery eyes, but because he really likes smelling the flowers that make him ill.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don’t think he’d like someone who was super clingy or possessive. He’s a happy-go-lucky guy, especially on Pabu. He just wants to finally enjoy life, and wouldn’t want someone bossing him around too much or not letting him explore and discover his own habits and interests.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Drooling, snoring, arms-flung-out-to-the-sides, crazy deep sleeper. He’s also very warm, which can be a good or bad thing depending on you, the weather, etc.

Sometimes he mumbles cute or funny little things in his sleep though. It always makes you smile.

#wrecker girlie forever #tbb #tbb season 3 #wrecker tbb #star wars #the bad batch #star wars fanfiction #the bad batch fanfiction #sfw alphabet #fanfiction #x reader #wrecker x reader

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stargazedwinchester · 4 months ago

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Stanford ♡ Sam Part 2

Summary: You go to the Christmas Markets with Sam.

Word Count: 1,009

Part 1 here

Merry Christmas guys! Hope you all have a lovely time with family and loved ones <3 Next imagine will be posted next Wednesday, restarting the schedule so everything will be as is!

For those who don't know, there'll be a post every Wednesday and Saturday 12:30PM GMT starting 1st January. This one is a one-off due to it being Christmas <3

Sam had decided to take you to a quaint little coffee shop near campus. You thought a simple idea like this would make a cute first date, despite meeting him only a few hours ago. The small window panes had a criss-cross pattern, matching with the glass on the front door. People were situated inside and the looks on their faces tell that they were content and the atmosphere was warm and inviting. Warm yellow fairy lights strung up sitting along the frame of the window.

The pair of you took a seat inside, the quiet bustle of the workers talking with each other and customers sharing laughter. You sit down opposite him, and he smiles at you. He places his coat on the back of the chair, still standing up. “It’s on me,” He smirked, a dimple complimenting his gorgeous features. “Are you sure? I can-”

“No. Let me pay.” He insisted, then he paused.

“Please.” He smiled again, and you nodded. “Okay.” You let him know your order and he brings back the drinks from the counter.

Sam sat down opposite you, sliding your drink across to you.

Little did you know this was the start of something new.

Yourself and Sam have been seeing each other for over a year. You had quickly become best friends and did everything together.

It’s December, and you had begged Sam to take you to the Christmas Markets in town, so you can show him what he’s been missing out on his entire childhood.

When you arrived at the markets, you realised that it was swamped with people who had the same idea. You both reach an older man’s stall amidst the crowd. He’s wearing a red patterned bobble hat, a dark blue gilet with a white and grey Christmas themed jumper underneath with some jeans. You take a gander at his drawings, many ranging from nature, to pets and family. “Good morning guys,” He greets, stepping aside so you can get a proper view of his work. “These are really nice drawings,” you hush, taking in the commitment he has clearly put into every one of these. “I do commissions. If you give me around an hour, I can draw you both right now.” He says, you and Sam look at each other. You both agree to let him take a picture of you both and for him to draw you.

“You look like a lovely couple,” he starts. “How long have you been together?” He questions, sorting through his pencils and finding the right size paper. Sam chuckles nervously. You attempt to avoid both of their eyes. You pause. “Uh, we’re not dating.” You hesitate.

“We’re just friends.”

“Yeah.”

The guy turns around and looks at you both, then laughs heartily. “Sure don’t look like it,” he starts, then picks up a digital camera. Sam’s arm wraps around your waist, and he leans into you. You both smile whilst he snaps a picture to work from.

“Thank you. Please come back in an hour. It will be ready for you.” He grins warmly at you as you both walk away.

Sam decided he wanted to go to the hot chocolate stall, since there weren’t many people waiting in queue, meaning you could spend more time enjoying the markets than wasting time waiting.

Ever since you both are glued at the hip with one another, Sam has never allowed you to pay for anything. You did find it was an annoyance as you wanted some independence when it came to money, but it was Sam’s way of showing he wanted to take care of you. In that way, it’s sweet. Nurturing. You had no idea where all this money came from but Sam is a stable, caring guy, so you know you’re safe with him.

Sam passed you a red thermal paper cup with steaming, thick hot chocolate. Cream floats on top with a few marshmallows. Three pink and two white. He takes a sip of his drink and you do the same. Sam looks around, admiring the handiwork of the lights that are on metal frames hanging between buildings. One has two reindeer on either side, with a present in between them. Red and gold flash slowly within the present, and the cool white reindeer compliments it.

Whilst Sam looks around, you’re looking at him. As the light reflects in his eyes, you can tell he’s finally content. When he took you on the date to the coffee shop, you had got to know the basics of each other, then into the nitty-gritty of Sam’s traumatic childhood and the reason why he enrolled in college. You knew all about his father, John, and his brother, Dean. You didn’t want to ask much about his mother, as this was already a touchy subject for him. He admitted that all of this wasn’t too challenging for him, but more-so for Dean. Dean always had Sam’s back growing up, except from his father. This is where Sam and Dean bumped heads quite a lot because he ‘respected his father more’. Sam never believed it.

Sam catches your eyes, then leading down to your lips. You grin, holding the eye contact with him. You reach up, kissing him on the lips. Sam’s surprised that you took the jump, as he was about to do the same thing. He raises his hands and cups your face, keeping you close. He then moves his hands down to your waist. You pull away. He looks down at you. Delicate, fluffy snowflakes fall from the sky gently, some flakes sticking to the top of his head.

“I wanna ask you something,” He asks, still smiling down at you.

“The answer’s yes.”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask!” He exclaims, laughing at your reaction. “I do, and the answer is yes.” You reply, joining in with the laughter.

Sam leans in and kisses you on the forehead, embracing you in a hug. He then pulls away, placing a passionate, longing kiss on your lips.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #spn imagine

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sangoqueenkoko · 1 year ago

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how they celebrate Christmas with you

headcanons

MAIN MASTERLIST

(other masterlists listed on main^^)

Summary: It's Christmas in Teyvat and can be celebrated differently as to how each person wants.

Warnings? Nope! Just some Christmas-y fluff!

Featuring (in order) Kujou Sara, Raiden Ei, Jean Gunnhildr and Ningguang!

Mentions characters above, as well as Yae Miko and Barbara

This is a Secret Santa gift for @cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme! Hope you like it!

This will be my last fic of 2023! So Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Kujou Sara

Christmas is one of the few times a year that Kujou Sara can actually have a relaxing day, the others being your birthday as well as her own. She doesn't really think her birthday is important, but she knows that you have special care for it, as you try to make it the best day of the year for her.

ahem

On Sara's last day of work for the holidays, she came back to your shared Minka, only to be greeted by the usual yearly occurrence, the decorations scattered around the main sitting room in their respective boxes. Lights decorating the panes of the windows, nothing too bright and brash, they're soft and calming.

"(Y/N)?" She asked as she took off her Geta at the front door before walking into the main room, the areas smelling rather... sweet. A familiar scent to her. Hato Sabure. One of her favourites.

"Oh, Sara!" You said as you put the tray of freshly baked cookies down on the cooling rack before going over to hug her, "You're finally home! I've made some of your favourite cookies for the holidays. And no" you said as she already had a hand out towards the already cooled batch, "non for now."

"Oh," she frowned, a frown only you could just about resist.

Raiden Ei

Even if the Goddess of Electro has her duties to take care of towards the end of the year, there is always at least one person inside Tenshukaku who is there to keep up the Goddess' spirits.

And that is you.

You come between Ei's meditation breaks with some dango milk and sweet treats. She will forever love you for it.

And to make her feel the festive spirits, you have a small Christmas tree in her main chambers decorated with her favourite types of decorations, sweet shapes too. Also walking around the city seemed to make her happier, better than an eternal state of meditation. And it wouldn't be a trip into the city if she didn't collect one or two sugary treats for the journey.

Yae Miko even came down from the Narukami Shrine to join the both of you, she's genuinely happy that you've managed to bring Ei out of her own confinement. You're happy to be a third wheel in their conversations as you know that they still have things to catch up on.

Jean Gunnhildr

The two of you celebrate with Barbara, she also sees you like a big sister, she adores you, and you let her rehearse the little tunes she writes. Especially on Christmas, or Christkind, when all around Mondstadt there would be the sounds of the traditional Christkind music sung.

She would skip away to be with her friends, leaving you and Jean alone.

The both of you would walk around the market, also known as Christkindlmarkt, where formalities would be dropped and you two could be sweet together.

In my opinion, I don't see Jean as the type of person to hold hands in public, but I can see her letting you hook an arm around hers as you walk, that way she really knows you're with her.

Your favourite part of the festive season is when other places traditionally open their presents on the morning of the 25th, whereas in Mondstadt, the opening of the presents would be held in the evening of the 24th.

When dinner has been eaten and everywhere has been tidied, presents would be under the tree to be opened.

You got her favourite picture of you two put into a fancy yet simple picture frame to sit on her desk in the Favonius Headquarters.

Ningguang

This woman!

Sugar mother.

She will get you whatever you want! A certain type of clothing just outside your price range? She'll get it for you. Trinkets? She got it. You name it, she's already bought it.

When you buy her things, she will treasure them like a shrine as you bought them with your own hard-earned money, no matter what it may be.

Christmas isn't really a major celebration in Liyue like other nations, it's treated as a lighthearted day. It is celebrated for one day and one day only, and that is the 25th.

But that doesn't stop the festive feelings circulating around the nation.

There’s no single traditional Christmas dinner in China Liyue, but it’s common for couples to go to restaurants and enjoy grand meals like Peking Duck as a traditional Christmas feast.

The fast food chains advertise fried chicken as a Christmas dinner. Fried chicken is already a major Christmas tradition in Inazuma, and due to marketing, it’s becoming a tradition in some major Liyue cities as well.

Other nations have large Christmas trees covered in bright lights and ornaments and decorate their homes with wreaths, bows, and poinsettias. People also display statues and figurines of Santa Claus.

Whereas in Liyue, Christmas decorations do have some unique characteristics. For one thing, you won’t find nativity scenes among decorations in public or in homes. Some people also make their own ornaments out of paper. Or have them be made for you, like what Ningguang does.

But you always managed to get her to make some paper decorations with you, no matter how many times you asked. She doesn't like the idea of the craft, but she makes things like she's the master of said craft.

#[redacted]#gender neutral reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #kujou sara #kujou sara x reader #jean gunnhildr #jean gunnhildr x reader #ningguang #ningguang x reader #raiden ei #raiden ei x reader

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minikoko-a · 4 months ago

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Could I please request a Jesper Johansson x f! Reader? Ik it's a bit late (Christmas was like 3 days ago) but there's literally no fanfics of him and I'm struggling 😭🙏🏽

under a mistletoe — jesper johansson x fem!reader

i agree !! there's literally nothing about him :((

thank you so much for your request! hope you like it <3

It's a bit short and again, i rlly hope you like it !

fluff, use of y/n and a bit short!

You've never seen this island so alive, so illuminated.

Since you can remember, Smeerensburg was a place extremely cold, where erratic behavior and fights were the breakfast of every day until now.

You opened the windows with a strange calm, letting in the warm rays of the sun that managed to counteract the typical intense cold of the place but this time, there were no fights, or weapons and bodies flying.

"Good Morning!" The voice of an infant made you look out your window, lowering your gaze.

"Oh hi, sweetie, something you want?" A kind, non-irritating tone of voice now comes from your lips every day. The little girl kindly asked for a cake and you nodded.

As you entered your home to take out the freshly baked cake, you heard the screams of many kids echoing to the kitchen and the voice of that blond who, you could not deny, changed the entire atmosphere of the island. You smiled and carefully took the plate with the cake in your hands, heading back to the window.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll give him your letters" The blond answered, taking all the cards that were extended to him. "Here, sweetie" The postman turned to look at you as you carefully placed the cake into the girl's tiny hands and received the money.

All the kids had gone, leaving you alone with the postman. Putting your elbows and arms on the frame of your big window you looked at him and he approached the window.

"a lot of work, postman?" A smile curved on your lips, he let out a chuckle.

"Yeah but i'm already used to it" and the both of you stared at each other.

You still remembered how the two of you had met.

All for that bell.

The loud sound of the knife blade digging into the wooden desk top, cutting into the fish, made you jump a little from your spot. Your gaze went to the blonde who, with a frown, continued to cut at the fish.

"And will you buy or not?" Alva's deep voice made you smile a little, you denied. "I just came to see you, you're the only friend I have here"

"And Mogens?"

"He's not here or at least not as usual" She smiled.

She walked away from the desk and left, but not before telling you that she was going to check out something to eat for both of you.

Everything was going relatively well, the smell of fish was starting to irritate you and make you dizzy but you didn't want to be so bad as to leave Alva, especially since she had the warmth to share something to eat with you.

Until the battle bell rang.

An exhausted sigh left your lips, screams and blows echoed throughout the place to the school, well, to the fish market if you can give it a name. There came a point where your consciousness was no longer present, it was almost your technique to be able to get through each day in this place, actually, Alva and you were planning to leave Smeerensburg, you both have been saving for a while now.

But the sound of a door abruptly opening and closing made your eyes snap open and your plane of consciousness returned to your boring reality.

"Oh thank god, you're the one in charge or-"

"Come to the counter, i'll be right back" Alva's voice reached his ears.

"A new postman? What a determination" Your voice sounded sarcastic, which made him roll his eyes. "Why does everyone find it as a joke?"

"Well any postman ran away from here and honestly, i don't judge them" The chair creaked as you moved on it, the sound of the small heels of your boots echoing on the old wooden floor made him step back a little.

"(y/n) and you?" He lowered his gaze and saw your hand extended in his direction and, with certain distrust, he took your hand and shook it "Jesper, Jesper Johansson"

"So a new postman, huh?" You both turned your attention to the blonde woman, you nodded. "Yeah! not a client i guess" You smiled somewhat tired as you held a part of the house and Alva the things on the desk and part of a roof, at first Jesper saw this so weird until a big shake moved everything inside by most likely someone falling from the roof, Jesper looked so horrified.

"This is a thing of all days?" "Kinda" Alva and you said in unison.

The blonde took a few steps inspecting the place, he looked with disgust at the hanging fishes and their smell was strong, sometimes you wondered how Alva can handle the smell.

"This is supposed to be a school, where at the kids?" And was like that question turned on a little flame inside Alva.

You didn't know at what moment Alva was now dangerously approaching Jesper, you just watched the scene amused as you sat on the old chair. Sometimes you curse a little your constant habit of just lost in your thoughts, forgetting all your surroundings.

A hand in your shoulder made you get out of your trance completely, when you raise your gaze the figure of Mogens came across, who was more entertained than you watching the scene.

"There you are, postman!" Mogens exclaimed. "Morning, Miss Alva"

"Mogens"

"Long time to not see you" Feeling the gazes of the three of them, you pressed your lips together and moved somewhat uncomfortably in the chair. "Nevermind"

"How can i forget about you?" The black haired man put his arm around your shoulders. "What's my name?" A silence invaded. "You forgot, right?" "Yup" You rolled your eyes and stared disinterestedly at a fixed point.

"Well, back to the point, i saved the best for last!"

Alva released Jesper from the tight grip on his uniform and he quickly walked towards Mogens, already quite tired and scared of the whole place.

"Bye Bye, Jesper, good luck" The before mentioned turned his gaze seeing your figure leaning on the door frame while you waved your hand. Well, One thing he can admit is that your gaze showed honesty and complement with your words.

"Goodbye, (y/n)" The corner of his lips raised slightly and also raising his hand slightly in unison.

Now the two of you were in the center, where everything was decorated with lights, the kids running and playing, the food stalls, materials and even clothing were open and transmitted a kinder and less cold aura.

Your shawl covered your shoulders and a little of your chest, despite the beautiful visual field transmitted, the cold couldn't counteract it. The two of you walked almost in unison, seeing the whole place with the great radical change.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Jesper saw you when you started to speak, a lock of your hair slipped from your low ponytail, covering your face a little.

"Absolutely" A gawky voice came out of his lips but as he opened his eyes completely, you blinked three times in a row at his tone but you let out a laugh. "what was that tone, huh?" "What tone? I'm just talking as usual" Jesper stepped forward with a smile letting you a little far but without undoing your smile, you reached him.

The laughs couldn't go away, your eyes met almost as if a magnet was bringing them together again and again. Little snowflakes fell from the sky to land on your clothes, melting away as did immediate contact.

The lively music was starting to slow down but with a steady rhythm, couples were starting to get closer, sharing their warmth. Something that didn't escape Jesper's notice. For a moment he looked at you as you looked tenderly at the other couples, "It's all or nothing!" he thought.

"(Y/N) I..." You looked at him, he felt a piece of saliva slide with difficulty through his throat when he saw your face illuminated warmly by the lights, your eyes like stars shining when you saw him and your lips... oh your lips that he wanted a few months ago take. "You, Jesper?" you smiled.

Jesper looked sideways at the other couples and they all shared something in common, they were under mistletoe that served as decoration! He turned his attention back to you, taking your hands in his.

"I" smiled nervously. "You know that people say is that if two people really like each other, i mean, i'm not saying exactly us, right? But they say that if two people who, mainly like each other, stand under a mistletoe, have to kiss" he felt like his body heat increased in each word that he said.

"Jesper" Now it was you who took his hands in yours. "If you wanted to kiss me and confess you just had to tell me" he smiled and let out a little chuckle.

"Well, so that's a...?" He narrowed his eyes, playing a little. "A yes, postman"

You couldn't continue playing when you felt a hand briefly run along your jaw and cheek to the back of your neck with some hair caught in his fingers and the other on your waist, pushing your body gently against his and your lips merging with his. Something you could be thankful for at this moment, is that your consciousness was present, enough to be able to memorize his lips, his touch, his aroma, the moment.

"I told you, those were going to end up together" laughed in low Alva drinking hot chocolate, extending her hand to Moggens who handed her coins.

Coming back to the two of you, you both were so immersed in that kiss that you hadn't noticed that the other married couples had imitated the same thing as both of you: kissing under a mistletoe.

#klaus 2019 #klaus netflix #jesper johansson #jesper x reader #jesper johansson x reader #jesper johansson x you

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thespiritssaidso · 7 months ago

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Rain Date

Summary: A vacation to the east coast comes to a halt when rain starts pouring down. Shawn won’t let that stop him and his Lassie from having fun, though.

Notes: Couldn’t think of anything for the original prompt (“Left. Other left!”) so I went with the extra prompt ‘Rainy Day’. Hope you guys enjoy!

Flufftober day 2: Rainy Day (extra prompt)

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Rain poured from the sky in buckets. Fat drops pattered noisily on the metal roof of the house currently being rented by one head detective and one psychic detective.

Lassiter stood by the large bay window, slightly leaning against the frame as he watched the street outside flood and the small yard out front become a metaphorical swamp.

“‘Go to Georgia’ he said. ‘The beach is nice this time of year’ he said. ‘We'll get oranges at the market’ he said.” Lassiter huffed and took a sip of his coffee. “They grow peaches in Georgia, not oranges, Shawn.” He mumbled to himself.

Of course, Shawn was not awake at the moment. He was still in their shared bedroom, fast asleep. The rain must have soothed him, or he was still jet-lagged. Although the clock read 11:07 am, it was technically only eight in the morning according to the faux psychics internal clock. Heaven forbid he get up any earlier than noon.

Lassiter took another sip of coffee and cringed at the taste. It was bitter, and dark. Kind of like the weather outside. Oh how he’d wished he’d thought ahead just a little bit and bought creamer and sugar. But no. He was stuck with disgusting pitch-black coffee with nothing to sweeten it.

In the distance, lightning flickered, briefly lighting up the sky. Not but a few seconds later, thunder rumbled. It was deep, and practically shook Lassiter. If he strained his ears enough, he could hear a few of the decorations rattling against the wall.

Scowling, he turned from the window and to the tiny kitchen. He couldn’t drink any more of this crap. Besides, he only really needed a few sips to feel energized and ready to start his day.

But looking at the weather outside, he knew he wouldn’t actually need a boost. What would he do with it? Use it to pace the small rental as it continued to rain cats and dogs outside? Yeah, today was looking more and more like a lazy day inside.

Which was a bit of a bummer. Shawn had planned so many activities for them while they were on vacation. Visiting the arcade, a romantic stroll on the boardwalk, swimming in the Atlantic, and, of course, visiting the local farmers market to buy and taste the state fruit… All of those plans went down the drain when Lassiter woke up to a sky as dark as his suit.

He was startled from his thoughts by a loud “Carly!”

Lassiter nearly dropped his mug, now empty, into the sink. “What? What’s going on?” He turned to see Shawn right behind him, looking a lot more energized than he usually would be at this time in the morning.

“It’s raining!”

That only confused him more. And it wasn’t helping that Shawn looked ready to bolt at the drop of a hat. He was quite literally bouncing on the balls of his feet. “What are you doing?”

Shawn looked at Lassiter with a big grin. “Outside!”

Lassiter could only raise his eyebrows. He had both answered and not answered his question, all while raising more questions. And with improper grammar to boot. Only Shawn could manage to do that. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s raining outside.”

“Exactly! The perfect time to go out!”

“Go out where?”

“Right here! In the front yard! It’s like a free waterpark right now!”

Lassiter took a deep breath. “Shawn, it’s thundering outside. I saw lightning. There is no way in hell-”

“Race you!” And before he could process the meaning of what Shawn said, he was already out the door.

“No, wait! Shawn!” He didn't stop to think, sprinting out after his boyfriend, barefoot and wearing nothing but his flannel pajamas (no, he hadn’t gotten dressed yet. He’d assumed he’d be staying inside. Sue him).

The moment he stepped out he was almost immediately soaked. The rain had let up, but not by much. He felt like a drowned rat. He must have looked like one too.

Shawn looked even more drenched, having gotten out before Lassiter. The moment he saw the detective barreling after him, he let out a girlish screech and took off.

“Shawn, get back here!”

Ever the child, Shawn shouted back “No!” He rounded the corner of the house.

Lassiter ran after him. He wanted a chase? Well, he was going to get one. So he sprinted, careful of the sharp turns.

Despite himself, Lassiter found he was laughing at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Real, genuine laughs. Here he was, chasing his boyfriend around the house like two children playing tag. Soaked to the bone, running around the house, wearing pajamas.

Rain kept falling, but he couldn’t even feel it anymore. Joy and euphoria warmed his veins as he kept running. Was this Shawn’s plan? Had he planned this all along? No, that seemed too elaborate, even for Shawn. This felt more like a ‘spur of the moment’ idea. He’d gotten good at differentiating the two.

Lassiter was getting a bit dizzy now, having circled the house at least five times. Shawn’s energy, however, seemed never-ending.

And then he got his own ‘spur of the moment’ idea. He abruptly stopped in his tracks, doing his best not to slip in the slick mud. Shawn didn’t notice, continuing to run around the corner of the house.

As he did, Lassiter backtracked and went the other way. It was genius, really. Shawn would keep running and running right into Lassiter. He would be none the wiser.

Just as he came around the corner, Lassiter tackled Shawn like a football player, sending them both flying into the ground. Both were laughing uncontrollably, laying side by side in the grass, drenched in rain and covered in streaks of mud from their tumble. Lassiter was partially draped over Shawn, arm and leg laying on top of him.

Lassiter hadn’t felt this good in… ever, actually. He couldn’t place the last time he’d felt so good. Adrenaline pumped in his veins, dopamine from his brain making him feel giddier than a kid on christmas. He couldn’t even think straight, but he knew he didn’t want this to end. He was having fun.

He watched as Shawn stood up and began spinning around in the rain, neck craned up to catch the falling droplets. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

‘Oh, what the heck.’ Lassiter thought to himself as he stood up to join Shawn. He would be sick and miserable later, but for now he was going to have some fun and enjoy the moment.

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Notes: yea. Rainy day :3

ao3 link

#carlton lassiter #shawn spencer #shassie #flufftober2024 #psych #psych 2006 #psych usa #psychusa #psych tv #psych tv show #psych show #toast tries to write #psych fic #psych fanfic #psych fanfiction

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nobodiesheartlessshitblog45 · 27 days ago

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Ghost Of Men: Call Of Duty Fanfac Prequel Part 3

Simon 'Ghost' RileyXOCWife

And Slight Captain John PriceXOCHusband

Trigger Warning War, Violence, PTSD, Dark Tapics, Child Abuse and Anxiety

Holy Shit!!!

It has been real hot minute since I posted anything about Ghost Dad Riley. But here we are. I want say sorry for post this for a while i hve deal with some major burn out from writing this story.

I had been a long to want to write abput anything and I have rewrite this a few timesboth my files were deleted somehow or were corrupted so that kinda discourage me from writing for quite some time.

I do want to say thank you patience and support.

And please enjoy.

It was the rain had stopped a little, and John Prince sitting in at desk looking over some paperwork. It was very large office square with large book shelf on the far of right, and a his dark wooden desk that sat in the middle. There were some large square windows that were behind the desk, and on the left side was an old but comfy brown leather chair. John's desk had paperwork in front of him that was neatly placed in front him, and on his desk were some picture frames that were of a younger looking John and Luka that were facing him. One on the wedding day, the 2 other ones were them sitting at bar and one hiking in the woods. John was looking over some of the paperwork, making sure everything was in order. He lets out a stress sigh, and lets the paper fall on his desk slightly, and leans back against his chair. He really was not sure why wanted to do paperwork to help him relax. Since he got that call from Kate this morning, he knew something had happen, and of course it was a lot lot worse than he thought. This mission was just about stopping people who seal weapons on the black market and had to involved human trafficking as well. And was worse it about that someone who is high profiling was also apart this black marketing. This needed to be handle very delicately, So John and his men had to be ready for whatever happens. John step there looking at the ceiling, thought in his own thoughts, there was knock the office door. John grumbling a cuss snapped: "Fucking hell...! Who the bloddy hell it is now?" The door slowly opened and Luka poked his head in. "I-It's me. ... Is this a bad time?" John's annoyed expression soften, and said: "Oh, it's only you, Pet." He motion with his hand from Luka to come in. He did walk in closing the door behind him. "Sorry for showing at your office like." He took a few steps closer to the desk and gave a worried expression. "I... I haven't see since this morning and I knew the briefing was stressing you out, and wanted to how you were doing, John." There was long pause when John just lets out a sigh. "... Too honest with you. I got a lot on my plate." "Oh. In that case I can just---." Before Luka finsh John cut him off. "No. Don't leave yet." He stood up and walk over he wanted to something, but he open his arms. Luka gave him sweet smile and walk over to him and the 2 men wrapped their arms around each. John buried face into Luka's neck. Squeeze gently. Luka was running his fingers through his hair. John then pulled away little and the 2 men looked into others eyes. Then the both shared a gentle kiss. And after they broke the kiss Luka said: "So... Today was a pretty rough, huh?" "... I-It's been ... a lot today, Dearest." "Hm." There was long pause when John smile at and asked: "Anyway enough about me. How about you, Love? How are you doing?" "Fine. Really pretty boring day." said Luka. "Paperwork is all done for the day. And I did spent some time with the guys." He stopped. "... I-I... I want to ask about the mission you are going..." John's soft expression grew stern and asked: "What did they tell you?" "They did not tell much. Just... It's a risky, and that is why I'm here. I wanted to ask you in prevent about this mission." John stood there his hand running down his face and cuss. He removed his hand from his face, and saw the anxious expression on Luka's face. H then lets sigh and nods. "Right then. Go have a seat." Luka then walks over to the couch and sat down. John walked over the door and locked it before walking over, sitting down on it next Luka. The was long pause when John began speaking. "I was planing on to tell you after we got home from the pub, but since you're here might give a small run down."John leans against the his seat. "... Things... are a lot worse than Kate had thought. And we need to leave for our mission in the next few days." Luka sat there and feeling hid chest tightening. He could feel his anxiety raising more. "... How bad is it?"

"Sorry, Luka. It's classified." "Hm." There was long pause, when Luka looked at John. "What can I do to help you guy out? Whatever this mission is I can come and give you some back up----." "You. Do. Such. Thing." said John, in stern Captain voice. "Like I told you: This mission his top classified. Me and the lads have too a tight lip about this. I can't bring an unknown solder that part of the debriefing. It could make cause a lot of distrust on our end." Luka wanted argue but stopped when saw the look on John's face, telling him the discussion was over. The two men sat there on the couch then Luka moved closer to John and rested his head on his shoulder. John turns his head and gives him a gentle kiss on the top his head, the two snuggled closer together. "I'm sorry, Dearest." said John. "I have to fellow orders that was given to us. I'm not trying to act like a prick." "I know, John." said Luka trying to keep his voice steady. "I know. I-I'm sorry. I'm not doubting your skills or the rest the guys. I-I... just wish there was something I could to do help." "What?" John said, with a laugh. "There's no reason to e sorry, Dearest." "But I--." "Shhh. Hush now."

John gently places his hand on Luka's place. John's light blue eyes looking into Luka's light brown, then John leans into giving Luka a very sweet passionate kiss. Luka kissed him back, wrapping his around his, teasing the cigar smoke on his lips and tongue. "Do want us to cancel tonight?" asked John. "N-No. I would... I would like to spend time with the guys." said Luka. "Heh. That's fine, too, Love." John gave Luka a small kiss. "I just a few things that need to do before we get ready to go. I'll text you when I'm done, okay?" Without saying a word Luka nods and gives John another kiss before walking over to the door. He was about reach for the door knob then looked over at John. "I love you." "Heh. I know, Luka. I know." John said. "I love you, too." And with that Luka unlocked the door and walked out the room and John walked over to desk to finished the rest of the paperwork. The rest door was going by slowly as rest Johnny wanted to relax in his bunker while Ghost and Kyle had spent their remaining time in the base's gym work out. A large room with large dull gray matts and the were spread all over the floor, dumbbells, barbells were on the far side of the gym, work out machines and other work out gear were other side. In the meddle of the gym Ghost was standing in front of boxing bag hitting it. Small grunts and breathing has punching and ducking as he hitting the bag. Across from him was Kyle who was doing push ups with one hand. His face was gleaming with sweat has he was slowly pushing himself up and down grunting as he counted. "...25... 26... 27... 2-28... 29... 30..." After Kyle did the last push up, he then flopped on his back trying catch his breath, his body aching slightly after his work out. Ghost starting to feel a little tied as well, took a few steps back, taking a few deeps. He then looked over at over shoulder at Kyle. "Oy, Kyle! Ya still alive...?"

Kyle slowly sat up, still breathing hard, his eyes were closed, feeling his heart slowly down. Still the knot in the younger man's chest was tighten. Ever since this morning, Kyle could not get rid anxiety or anger thar way heavily on his soul. He knew the mission was bad... but he did not realize how bad it was really was. He was hoping doing some kind of work out would help him ease him. Even it was for a little bit. The light's humming over head, but somehow the humming in Kyle's mind was a lot more louder. The younger man was lost in his own thoughts when heard his name being called a few times. "Kyle... Kyle." Kyle's eyes snapped open and out his thoughts, and looked up. Ghost was looking down at him at first when said: "... Why did the poodle buy a clock?" Kyle gave him a confused looked. "It wanted to be a watch dog." The younger man blinked before cracking a smile and laughing. Kyle sat there on the floor laughing for a good 1 minute, as Ghost handed him a nice cold battle of water. Kyle whips his eyes smiles and reaches up and took the water bottle from him. "Haha... Heh. C-Cheers, sir." Ghost just hums in responds he lifted up his mask, and took a few sips from his. Kyle removed the cap from his bottle took a few small sips, few big glups. Ghost looked over him. "... Ya doin' alrigh'?" Lowering the bottle of water from his lips Kyle said: "Negative, sir." as he whipping his mouth with his arm. He sat there lost in his own his thoughts. Ghost looked him. "I'm just feelin' anxious 'bout this mission." The two of them said nothing for a few moments before Kyle spoke again: "I know we've done dodgy missions before. But... This has me a bit shaken up. We're took down Traffickers and terrorist before. Drug and Weapons trafficking is one thing... Human trafficking..." Kyle grit his teeth, and felt a wave of anger come him. "... T-Those fuckin' animals..." He growls, almost crushing his haft empty water. "Just they've got the loads of money or some form power mean they think they can get away with this... Fucking sick...! The lot of them..." Ghost didn't a word, just listen to Kyle speak. He honestly felt the same way. Kyle took a few deep breaths before saying: " I-I'm sorry, Ghost. I knowI shouldn't let my feelings get the best of me. And I know this is not our first mission when comes to human traffickin'... But... ..."

Kyle was trying to find the word, but at the moment, he was speechless. "... I know, mate." said Ghost, in low voice. "No matter how time you witness it. It never gets any easier to see the worse parts of humanity." Kyle didn't anything just looked at the slightly crushed water bottle in his hands then saw Ghost's rough looking hand reach to him. Kyle looked at him, then gives a wry smile and takes his hand and Ghost helped Kyle to his feet. "Anyway, I'm gonna head to showers and clean up before meeting the rest lads at the pub." said Kyle. "Ya sure you don't want to tag away?" "N-No, Gaz. I-I... ... Wanna spend some time with my wife. Sorry." said Ghost. "Pff. Don't be sorry, Simon." said Kyle, patting his shoulder. "I understand. I'll see ya tomorrow." "Roger that, Sargent." Ghost said reaching and gently patting Kyle's shoulder. Kyle gave him a nod and smile and began making his away out the gym. "Tell Ellie I said hi and we miss her." "Will do. Also you and Johnny behave yourselves, yeah? For Price's sake." Ghost amused. "Hahah. I can't promise that, Sir." Kyle laughs. Ghost watched as he left leaving him alone in the large empty gym, then walkover to his backpack. He opened it and reached into his bag and was looking for his phone, as soon as he found it he locked it and too see if Ellie had texted him. It been a few hours since she texted him. "She hasn't texted me in about 2 hours..." He thought. He felt his anxeity going growing a little and began texting her. *"hey, lovie, just about done for the day.*" "should be in 10 minutes." He hit sent, and stared at his waiting for Ellie to text back after what felt like forever and his anxiety starting to give into overdrove and he was about call Ellie's cell phone when John came walking into the gym and called for him "Ghost," said John. "Ready to head out?" "G-Give me a moment...!" said Ghost, trying to keep voice calm. He held his phone to his ear after a few rings Ellie's voice said: "*Hey, hon, I was ab---.* "Are ya alrigh'?!" said Ghost, his heart nearly beating out his chest. "Huh? Y-Yeah... I'm fine." said Ellie. Ghost was breathing heavily as he sat down on the bench. "*Simon? Baby?*" "Y-Yeah, Ellie. I-I'm still here." He said, breathing a little calmer now. "Sorry, I thought... I-I didn't mean to overreact..." He looked at John who stood by with conceded look his face. "*Simon? What's wrong*" asked Ellie from another line. "N-Nothin'. Jus' wanted let ya know I'll be home. ... Yeah. 10 minutes. Okay... L-Love ya too, sweet'eart." And he hung his phone, and let a deep sigh. John stood over and asked: "Everything okay?" "A-Aye, Sir. J-Jus'... thought... somethin's wrong for a moment..." John didn't say a word and nodded. "Are you ready to head out?" "Yes, sir." said Ghost, getting ready to text to Johnny. "Was abou' to text Johnny to meet in the mess hall." "No need to that. I told I was going to you home." Ghost looked at John. "Y-Ya sure, John?"

"Of course. Now do you need to grab anything before we head out?" "No. I got everything I need." said Ghost, looking at his backpack. John waited at Ghost put on his hoodie over black slightly sweaty t-shirt and the 2 men walked out the gym. The rain had completely, but the sky was still cloudy and gray as the 2 men walked out the mine base doorway and into the wet the parking lot and over a was dark green Ford Fleasta car. John unlocked the doors and Ghost grabs the passage's side and open the door and sat down. John sat in the driver's seat and closed the door. The both buckled their seatbelts then John then turn on the car and put it into drive. "Thanks for drivin' me home, Cap." said Ghost. "Not a problem, lad." said John, looking too see if there were any on coming car, before they drove out the base parking lot. As soon as they the car was on the road Ghost leans against the seat. Letting out a deep sigh but didn't say a word. It was not very unusual for Ghost not speak. It was something that to be expected. The drive from the base to Ghost's house a short 10-15 minutes. And they both have to drive thought the local village. As they reached the village small shops and houses were already doctored for Christmas. As they drove pass Ghost looked at the window and saw the town square had a very large Christmas tree was ready set will the lights put up. Normally this the time of the year where everyone was filled with joy and pease. A time that ment to be celebrated closed ones. It that time of the year that haunts Simon Riley. Ghost watched as they drove pasted the village on more to the out-skirts of with some houses scatted here and there. John looked over at his old friend he was silent, but ask" "... Are you alright?" Ghost didn't say anything instead he reach with right hand and pulled off the skull mask, and Simon spoke. "No..." He said, looking down the Ghost mask that staring up at him. "I-I'm if I leave Ellie to go on this mission... S-She..." He chocked on his words when said: "... She could end up like'em..."

John didn't say a word. "Fuck... Ellie could end up dead on that mission." Simon places his right hand over should his eyes, he was shaking. "If I had known she was pregnant I never had let gone. I-I... I should have know." Simon then slowly lower his hand looked down the skull mask. It's inky blackness staring back at him. "... Kid's not even born yet and feel like already as father..." The car stopped at a red light, there 2 other cars in front of them as they sat there, then John turn to Simon. "Simon..." John began. "What happen back in France was not your fault. We all had no idea, that includes Ellie. And what on that mission indeed happen there no way of changing that. But what matters is Ellie and the baby are both alive and are safe." John reached out gently squeezed Simon's shoulder. "And you doing already acting like a good dad." "J-John... Ya don' have to---." "Just shut up and let me talk, you muppet." Just then the light turn green the other cars started to driving. John started to drive again. "Ever since you 2 find out your having a baby, you have been by Ellie's side the whole time. You going with to appointments. You stated home with her when she was sick. Not to mention you already love her and she's even bore yet." Simon looked at over John, who was still driving but a warm smile on his face. "And you're not only who adore her. I can't wait to meet my goddaughter. Hell Gaz and Soap began guessing baby name, and Luka has been choosing baby clothes already. John gave Simon a warm smile. "No matter what you think or tell yourself, lad, you're going to be a good dad. And matter what me and rest lads are there for you and Ellie."

Simon stared him for a few moments, then lets out deep shaking sigh and nods . "... T-Thank you, Sir." He reached out and gently grabbing John's shoulder then patting it. And after a few moments, John drove up to Simon and Ellie's driveway. The two men began getting out the car, the it was already getting darker outside as the two men walked up the stone pathway and up to a small wooden porch. Simon had already put his mask back as he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. Meanwhile in the upstairs at the one empty bed rooms that painted a baby blue color some of the Whine The Pooh that were outline on the wall, and a baby crips that was already set up. There some boxes that lying on the floor with some stuff animals and books there inside, and Ellie was sitting on the floor looking through. As she did so the front could be heard opening and Ghost's voice calling out. "Ellie, swee'hea'! I'm home!" Ellie looked around and picked up her phone that was next to the box and sent him a text. "*I'm upstairs in the baby's room*" It didn't take too long for Ghost to come walking into and as soon as stood in and saw Ellie sitting the floor going the box. "W-What do ya think yer doin'?" said Ghost, slightly annoyed tone. "Well, hello too you, too," said Ellie, looking at Ghost with a smile. "And nothing. Just making the baby's room's nice and cute~." She pick two stuff animals and held them up too show Ghost, who Ghost slightly annoyed expression from under his mask. "Ellie, dove, I told ya I didn't want ya bending or picking heavy shite while I wasn't---."

He stopped talking and realizing cussed and places hand over his face

"I... swear again didn't I?"

"Heheh. Yep." Ellie giggled.

Grounding to himself, Ghost walks to Ellie and kneels down to her. "My point still stand, Luv." He places his on her shoulder. "I don't want ya puttin so much stain on yerself. You're pou've been sick for a days and don't want ya liftin' anythin' that is heavy."

"I wasn't lifting anything. I was only taking things out the box and placing them on the bookshelf. That's all." said Ellie, pointing the far corner of the room, where small little bookshelf where some plushies and books where sitting neatly.

Ghost looked over where Ellie was pointed.

"See. Looks pretty nice and cute if I do say so myself~." Ellie said, her voice filled with pride.

"Beautiful." Ghost said, giving Ellie sweet soft look. "Still, I don't want ya bendin and pickin thin's as much. Ya been sick for a few days, yeah?"

"Yeah, you're right, Simon."

Ghost lifted his mask and gave gentle kiss, then slowly help Ellie too her feel.

"By the way, Cap is downstairs." said Ghost.

Meanwhile John was standing in a small parlor room just as Ellie came walking down the stairs.

"Oh, Captain," said Ellie, with wide smile. "I wasn’t expecting to see you."

"Evening, Eleanor." said John, with a smile.

She walks up to him 'Permission to hug, Sir."

"Heheheh. Permission granted."

John opens up to her as she walks over and the two hugged each. Ghost came reached the bottom step.

Ellie and John pulled away a little and Ellie said: "I'm sorry I'm dressed properly for company, Captain. If I knew were stopping by I would look more put together."

"Oh, don't be silly. You always look lovely, dear." said John, smiling fondly at her. "How have you been? Feeling any better?"

"Yes, sir. Much better." Ellie nodded. "And how is Kyle and Luka?"

"They're both driving me insane. So much is changed on that."

Ellie laughs and the kept on chatting for a bit as Ghost stood by watching them.

He watched as Ellie stood talking to John, the sweet smile shining brightly on her face and she laughed and joked with John.

"Oops. I Nearly forgot to give this to you, Ghost." said John, reaching into his jacket packet and pulling out a small booklet. "I was in the shop the other day and saw this book and thought about you."

Ellie looked down at the book and said: "Oh, jeez..."

Ghost walked over and took the book from and his eyes widen when he read the title.

'The Small Book Of Dad Jokes.'

"I thought you like it."

"This... This is brilliant." Ghost said, then looking over at Ellie.

She could tell he was smirking under this mask.

The she looked at John: "Sir, why?"

"I thought it be something he might like." said John. Just then phone started vibrating in his back packet. He reached for it.

"Oh, got a text from Luka he and rest of the lads are the pub." put his phone back into his packet. "You two enjoy rest of your evening."

Ellie blinks and looked Ghost. "You're not going to go pub, Honey?"

Ghost shakes his head. "Not feelin' for it."

"You sure?" Ellie asked.

Ghost nods.

Ellie then shrugged and turn to John. "Well, it was great to see you, Captain."

"And you too, Ellie."

The two hugged each other again.

"When I feel a lot better I'll come the base and say hi."

Then Ghost stood next to her.

"Thanks for droppin' off home, John."

"Sure thing." said John. "And one the lads or will get your car tomorrow from shop."

"Roger. And... thanks for everythin'." said Ghost, as he reached and gently griping John's shoulder.

John just nod and smiles then turn to the front door.

"Tell Kyle, Soap and Luka I said hello." said Ellie.

"I will." John amused, he open the door and walked out the house.

Ghost walked over to the door and locked it.

"Hey, Simon?" Ellie said.

He looked at her. She stood there looking him a somewhat guilty look her face.

'Are you sure you don't want to go to the pub and spend time with the guys?"

"It's fine, Lovie." said Ghost.

"O-Okay. I just feel a bad not you’re going because of me and you don't have---."

Before she say away Ghost was standing in front her. His eye gave her a sweet warm expression, and he lifted his mask and he was giving a gentle smile. He then wraps his arms around her pulling her into a tight, but gentle hug.

Ellie didn't say away word, just hugged him, and the two shared a simple kiss.

Then Ghost rested his forehead against her's and then gently he placed his hands on Ellie's baby bump.

"It's fine, Ellie. Really." He said, gently. "Besides I sat in a fuckin' room with those muppets all bloody mornin'. I need a break from'em."

Ghost eyes snapped him and groan. "... I-I... cussed in front of the baby."

"Pff. You did." Ellie said, trying not laugh, which made Ghost chuckle in return.

The gave reach other a kiss and smile each other.

'Righ' then. I'm gonna pull some money in the swear jar and hop the shower for a tick." said Ghost.

"Want me to turn on the kettle for you?"

Ghost smiles and said: "Yes, ma'am."

Ellie nods and kisses him again before down the hallway and into the kitchen. Ghost smiles after, then he picked his backpack and headed up the stairs.

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