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Too Late: Part 3 (Final Part)

SUMMARY: You find yourself at a crossroads, reflecting on your fears and the love that once defined your relationship with Tyler. After a heartfelt conversation with your mother, you reach out to Tyler, who agrees to meet, unsure of what to expect. What begins as a casual meal at the local diner evolves into a candid, emotional discussion where both of you confront your past mistakes, vulnerabilities, and hopes for the future. As walls come down and trust begins to rebuild, an unspoken connection blossoms once more.

OTHER PARTS: PART 1 I PART 2

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support this story/series has received! This is the third and final part of the story that I have planned. I hope you guys enjoy it! xx

WARNINGS: None really. Mentions of past trust issues (what happened in the 1st part)

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The last of the plates clinked as Tyler set it into the drying rack. His hands moved automatically, a practiced rhythm that mirrored yours as you worked side by side in the kitchen. The early morning sunlight streamed through the window above the sink, casting soft golden streaks across the countertop. The silence between you was no longer heavy or awkward. Instead, it felt easy, almost peaceful—an unspoken truce forged over breakfast and stolen moments.

You rinsed the final dish, turning it over in your hands to ensure it was spotless before passing it to Tyler. He dried it with deliberate care, his fingers brushing the edges of the plate before placing it neatly in the cupboard. Neither of you spoke, but the weight of unspoken words lingered between you, quiet but persistent.

When the dishes were done, Tyler folded the towel and hung it neatly on the oven handle. “I can drive you over to your mom’s if you want,” he offered, his voice low but steady. “So you can grab your car.”

You nodded, wiping your damp hands on the front of your jeans. “Yeah… thanks.”

The drive to your house passed in near silence, the faint hum of the truck’s engine the only sound between you. Tyler kept his eyes on the road, one hand resting casually on the wheel, the other draped across the armrest. You found yourself stealing glances at him, your gaze lingering on the set of his jaw and the way the morning light danced across his profile.

It wasn’t until Tyler pulled into the driveway of your mom’s house and shifted the truck into park that you realized how tightly you’d been gripping your seatbelt. The familiar sight of the front porch with its white railing and your mom’s potted plants brought a strange mix of comfort and unease. You stared at the door, your stomach twisting with a sudden, inexplicable knot of anxiety.

Your thoughts drifted to your mom. The doctors had said they’d call if there was any change, and there hadn’t been. No news is good news, you reminded yourself, but the knot in your stomach refused to loosen. Something about stepping into that house, uncertain whether your mom was going to make it, left you frozen with hesitation.

“You okay?” Tyler’s voice was quiet, but it carried enough concern to pull you out of your thoughts.

You blinked and glanced over at him. His steady gaze was on you, his brows slightly furrowed as he tried to read your expression.

You took a deep breath, nodding once. “Yeah,” you said, but the tightness in your voice betrayed you.

Tyler didn’t look convinced.

Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your sleeve as you stared back at the house. After a moment, you turned to him again, your voice barely above a whisper. “Would you... come inside with me? I don’t really want to be alone in there right now.”

The words hung in the air, and you braced yourself for some kind of resistance. But Tyler just nodded, his expression softening. “Of course.”

He turned the truck off and climbed out, waiting for you to join him before the two of you walked to the front door together. You unlocked it and stepped inside, the familiar creak of the floorboards under your feet stirring a wave of memories. Tyler lingered just inside the doorway, his hands shoved into his jean pockets as his eyes scanned the room.

“I’ll be right here,” he said gently.

You gave him a small, grateful smile. “Thanks.”

Climbing the stairs to your old bedroom felt surreal, like stepping back into a time capsule. The walls were still painted the same pale yellow you’d chosen in high school, and the mismatched furniture you’d left behind was exactly where it had always been.

You grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from the dresser, quickly changing out of the borrowed clothes. After running a brush through your hair, you tied it back into a ponytail, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You looked tired—more tired than you wanted to admit—but there was no time to dwell on that now.

When you made your way back downstairs, Tyler was still standing by the door, just as he’d said. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his shoulders relaxed, but his eyes were fixed on the floor as if lost in thought.

“Ready?” he asked as you approached, his voice quiet but steady.

You nodded, offering a faint smile. “Yeah.”

He held the door open for you as you stepped outside, the morning air crisp against your skin. Something about his presence steadied the unease still twisting in your chest. For now, it was enough.

The two of you stepped outside, and you locked the house behind you. Tyler was already back at his truck, standing by the driver’s side door. His hand rested on the handle, but instead of climbing in, he turned to look at you.

There was something hesitant in his expression, like he was trying to muster up the right words but couldn’t quite find them. His lips parted slightly, but he didn’t speak.

You took a deep breath, hugging your arms across your chest as the morning air nipped at your skin. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but having Tyler at the hospital yesterday had been comforting. He’d been a steady presence in a moment when everything felt like it was spiraling. And the thought of walking back into that hospital room alone right now made your chest tighten.

Your dad’s last update replayed in your mind. The earliest he could get there would be later tonight. He’d been out of town on business when the accident happened and was scrambling to book last-minute flights and make the long journey back.

You hesitated, the rational part of your brain warning you this was a bad idea. But you couldn’t help it. You glanced over at Tyler.

“Would you…” You paused, swallowing hard. “Would you come sit with me at the hospital? Just until my dad gets there?”

You braced yourself for some kind of resistance, but Tyler didn’t even hesitate. He nodded without a second thought. “Of course.”

Relief flooded through you, and though you tried to hide it, you were pretty sure he saw it in your face. You climbed into the truck, and Tyler started the engine, pulling out of the driveway. The hum of the tires on the pavement filled the quiet between you, but this silence felt different—less heavy, more comfortable.

When you reached the hospital, Tyler parked and cut the engine. You both made your way through the sliding glass doors and up the elevator to your mom’s room. As you reached the floor, Tyler slowed his steps, glancing at the small waiting area near the elevators.

“Do you want me to wait out here?” he asked, his voice quiet and careful, as if he didn’t want to overstep.

You hesitated, looking back toward the hallway that led to your mom’s room. For a moment, the idea of walking in alone made your stomach churn.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “You can come in.”

Tyler nodded, falling into step beside you as you walked down the hall. His hand brushed yours briefly—not intentional, just the way the two of you moved in tandem—and the fleeting contact sent a strange mix of comfort and nerves through you.

When you reached your mom’s room, you hesitated again, your hand hovering over the door handle. Tyler didn’t say anything, but his presence at your side was enough to make you feel steady.

You and Tyler stepped into the room, the soft hum of machines filling the air. Your mom’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door, and when she saw you, a tired but genuine smile spread across her face.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said, her voice soft but steady.

You moved to her bedside, leaning down to give her a gentle hug. As you embraced her, you felt her gaze shift over your shoulder.

“Tyler,” she said warmly, catching sight of him lingering near the door. “Come in, honey. Don’t just stand there.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tyler replied, nodding as he stepped further into the room.

He seemed hesitant, unsure of how much space to take up. After a moment, he settled into a chair in the corner, his broad frame somehow making the small hospital chair look even smaller.

You pulled a chair closer to your mom’s bed, taking her hand in yours. Her skin was cool and fragile beneath your fingers, but her grip was surprisingly strong.

For a while, the room was filled with quiet conversation between you and your mom. You told her about the house, reassured her that everything was in order, and avoided bringing up anything that might worry her further. Tyler stayed silent, his presence steady but unobtrusive, watching the two of you with a quiet attentiveness.

When the nurses came in to administer pain medicine, your mom began to fade into drowsiness. You smoothed her blanket over her, watching as her breathing evened out and her eyes fluttered shut. The room grew quiet again, a stillness settling over everything.

You glanced over at Tyler. He’d leaned back in his chair, his phone in hand, occasionally responding to a text or scrolling through something. But for the most part, he just sat there, a calming presence you hadn’t realized you’d needed.

Hours passed in that comfortable silence. At some point, you noticed Tyler’s head start to dip forward, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He crossed his arms over his chest, his head tilting slightly as he drifted off to sleep.

It was around then that your mom stirred. You turned your attention back to her as she opened her eyes and smiled at you.

“How are you holding up, sweetheart?” she asked softly, her voice still a little groggy.

You hesitated before nodding. “I’m okay,” you said, though the words didn’t feel entirely convincing.

Your mom glanced past you, her smile growing a little wider when she saw Tyler sleeping in the corner. “Are you two talking again?” she asked, her tone light but curious.

You sighed, shaking your head. “Not really. He’s just… trying to help right now.”

Your mom let out a quiet laugh, her eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and knowing. “Which one of you is being stubborn?”

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She raised an eyebrow, the kind of expression only a mother could manage, equal parts teasing and serious. “I mean, Tyler’s here, isn’t he? Sitting in a hospital room with you for hours, even though you two aren’t together anymore.” She tilted her head slightly, studying your face. “That boy cares about you. He always has.”

You shook your head, the frustration bubbling to the surface. “Mom, you’re forgetting why we broke up in the first place. He was never around. He missed birthdays, holidays… even our anniversary once. How do you think that made me feel?”

Your mom sighed, her expression softening. “I know it hurt, sweetheart. I know it did. But have you ever thought about why he worked so much? Why he was gone so often?”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “Because his job was more important than I was.”

“No,” she said firmly, her tone gentle but unwavering. “Because he wanted to give you the world. Tyler would do anything to make you happy, and the way he thought he could do that was by working hard and making sure you had everything you could ever want.”

You started to argue, but she held up a hand.

“He wasn’t gone because he didn’t care,” she continued. “He was gone because he cared too much. That YouTube channel, the storm chasing—it’s how he made his money. It’s how he provided for the two of you. Do you know how many times he called me, asking what he could do to make things better for you? How many times he worried he wasn’t enough for you?”

Her words hit like a punch to the chest. You opened your mouth to respond but found yourself at a loss.

“I’m not saying he was perfect,” she said softly. “And I’m not saying it didn’t hurt you when he missed things. But he wasn’t doing it to hurt you. He was doing it because he thought it was the best way to take care of you. And maybe he didn’t always get it right, but his heart was in the right place.”

You looked down at your hands, her words circling in your mind.

“Don’t let fear or pride keep you from giving him another chance, sweetheart,” she said gently. “People make mistakes. They grow. And from what I’ve seen, that boy would do anything to make things right with you.”

You glanced over at Tyler, still asleep in the chair, his head tilted at an awkward angle. Despite everything, his presence here—just being here—had been more comforting than you’d expected.

Your mom gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Sometimes love means letting go of the hurt and giving someone the chance to show you they’ve changed.”

* * * * *

Over the next few days, Tyler proved to be a steady presence in ways you hadn’t expected. It started with small gestures—things that felt almost too thoughtful to be coincidental.

The first time, it was coffee. You’d barely slept the night before, tossing and turning as you worried about your mom, your dad still trying to make it home, and the ever-present weight of Tyler being sort of back in your life. You’d shown up at the hospital bleary-eyed and running on fumes, only to find Tyler already there, leaning casually against the wall outside your mom’s room.

“Morning,” he’d said, holding out a cup of your favorite coffee. “Figured you could use this.”

You’d blinked at him, caught off guard. “How’d you—”

“You’ve been ordering the same thing since I met you,” he said with a small smile.

The warmth that spread through you at his thoughtfulness was immediate, but you tamped it down, nodding as you took the cup from his hand. “Thanks,” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

But that wasn’t the only time.

The next day, you’d mentioned offhandedly that you needed to grab a few groceries before heading back to the hospital. By the time you made it to the store after your visit, Tyler was already there, leaning against his truck in the parking lot with a bag in hand.

“Saved you a trip,” he’d said simply, handing you the groceries you needed.

“Tyler,” you started, a mixture of gratitude and frustration bubbling to the surface. “You didn’t have to—”

“I know,” he interrupted, his tone calm and even. “But I wanted to.”

And then there were the texts.

How’s your mom doing today?Did you get some rest last night?Let me know if you need anything.

They came consistently, never pushy but always there, like a quiet reminder that you didn’t have to go through this alone.

At first, you told yourself it didn’t mean anything—that he was just being polite, trying to make up for the past. But the more it happened, the harder it became to ignore.

One evening, after another long day at the hospital, you found yourself sitting on the edge of your bed, Tyler’s latest text lighting up your phone.

Did you eat today?

You stared at the screen, your chest tightening. He wasn’t asking out of obligation. He wasn’t trying to win points. He was just… there. Consistent.

It felt foreign—this version of Tyler who wasn’t promising the moon and stars but showing up in small, meaningful ways instead.

You typed out a quick reply, trying to keep it casual. Yeah, grabbed something at the cafeteria. Thanks for checking in.

His response came almost immediately. Good. You need anything?

You hesitated, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. Part of you wanted to tell him no, to keep him at arm’s length where it felt safe. But another part of you—the part that had started noticing the way he remembered your coffee order, the way he didn’t hesitate to pick up groceries, the way his presence made the weight on your shoulders feel a little lighter—wanted to say yes.

Instead, you settled on something in between. I’m good. Thanks, though.

You set your phone down, your emotions swirling in a way that felt impossible to untangle. You could see the effort he was making, the consistency you once doubted in him. And yet, the fear of repeating past mistakes loomed large, a wall you weren’t sure you were ready to let down.

As you lay back on your bed, staring at the ceiling, you couldn’t help but wonder: Could you let yourself trust him again? Or was holding back the only way to keep from getting hurt?

The answer felt as distant and elusive as ever, but one thing was clear—Tyler wasn’t going anywhere. And that scared you as much as it comforted you.

* * * * *

You weren’t sure what had compelled you to say yes when Tyler offered to have you over for a few hours. Maybe it was his reasoning—that you needed a break after days at the hospital. Maybe it was the fact that your dad was finally back, sitting with your mom as she started to regain her strength. Or maybe, deep down, you knew you wanted to be here, in his space, no matter how much it scared you.

Tyler’s house was just as you remembered—cozy, and filled with small touches that made it unmistakably his. The scent of cedarwood lingered faintly in the air, and the shelves were dotted with framed photos and little souvenirs from his storm-chasing adventures.

“Make yourself at home,” he’d said, heading into the kitchen to grab drinks. “I’ll be right back.”

You wandered aimlessly, trying to ignore the familiar warmth that settled over you. It felt too easy to picture yourself here again, and that thought sent a pang of unease through you.

As you drifted toward the small desk in the corner of the living room, something caught your eye. The drawer was slightly ajar, and within it, a glint of gold and a small velvet box peeked out. Your curiosity got the better of you, and before you knew it, you were reaching for it.

When you opened the box, your breath caught.

It was the ring. The family ring. The delicate gold band with the intricate etching you’d admired since you were a little girl. The one your mom always said she’d pass down when the time was right.

Your fingers trembled as you held it, a dozen emotions colliding in your chest—shock, confusion, hurt. You didn’t hear Tyler’s footsteps until he was already in the doorway.

He froze when he saw you, his expression unreadable.

“What…” Your voice came out in a whisper, shaking as much as your hands. “How do you have this?”

Tyler ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. “I—” He stopped, as if weighing his words. “I didn’t think you’d find that.”

“That’s not an answer.” You looked up at him, your voice sharper now. “How do you have this? This is my family’s ring. My grandmother’s ring.”

Tyler’s jaw tightened. For a moment, you thought he might deflect or brush it off, but then he sighed, leaning against the doorframe.

“I had it because… I was going to ask you,” he admitted quietly. “Before we broke up.”

The room felt like it tilted beneath you. “You… what?”

“I’d talked to your parents. Asked for their blessing,” he continued, his voice steady but softer now. “Your mom gave me the ring. She said it was tradition, that it would mean something to you. And I thought—” He swallowed hard. “I thought I was doing the right thing. I loved you enough to want to make you mine forever.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words settling heavily in your chest. “Tyler… why didn’t you tell me?”

His brows furrowed, his frustration evident. “How was I supposed to bring that up? ‘Hey, by the way, I was planning to propose before you ripped my heart out’? It wasn’t exactly the kind of conversation we were having when you left.”

Your chest tightened at the bitterness in his tone. “I didn’t just leave for no reason, Tyler. You were never there. You were always off chasing storms or working on the channel. I felt like I was just… waiting for you to choose me over everything else.”

Tyler’s expression hardened, but his voice didn’t rise. “I wasn’t gone because I didn’t care. I was gone because I was trying to build something for us. To give you the life you deserved. Do you think I wanted to spend all that time away from you?”

“You could’ve told me that!” you shot back, your voice cracking. “Instead, you just kept pushing forward like I was supposed to read your mind. How was I supposed to know you were doing it for me when you never said anything?”

“I thought you knew!” he countered, his voice finally rising. “I thought you understood. I thought what we had was strong enough to get through it. But instead, you walked away without even giving me a chance to explain.”

The room felt unbearably small, the air thick with unspoken pain. Tyler took a step closer, his eyes locking with yours.

“I didn’t know how to fight for someone who had already made it clear she didn’t want me,” he said quietly, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the tension.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came. The emotions swirling inside you—anger, hurt, regret—left you feeling raw and exposed.

Tyler reached for the ring, picking it up from where it rested on the desk. He held it out to you, his hand steady despite the tension in his jaw.

“Take it,” he said, his voice tight with emotion. “It’s yours anyway. Keep it, or take it back to your mom’s—I shouldn’t have it anymore.”

You stared at the ring, your heart pounding in your chest. The weight of his words, the pain in his eyes, the ring that symbolized everything you’d lost and didn’t know if you could get back—it was all too much.

“I can’t do-,” you whispered, stepping back. “I… I need time to think.”

Tyler’s hand lowered, and for a moment, he looked like he might argue. But then he nodded, slipping the ring back into the box and tucking it away in the drawer.

The argument had left you both emotionally drained, the air in the room thick with all the things unsaid. Tyler had retreated, stepping out of the room and leaving you alone with the silence. You could hear his footsteps as he made his way out the front door and onto the porch. After that, there was only the quiet hum of the house around you. It felt like a heavy kind of stillness—almost suffocating in its weight.

You stood there for a moment, staring at the drawer where the ring had been returned, now hidden away again. Your fingers reached out, pulling open the drawer and picking up the box. You didn’t open the box or look at the ring. You just quietly put the box into your purse. You told yourself you’d give it back to your mom.

Tyler’s house had always held a special place in your heart. The old farmhouse, weathered but sturdy, had been his dream long before you moved in. He’d poured himself into this place, building it up, making it his own. His grandparents’ house, the land that had been in his family for generations—he’d often told you how much it meant to him. The memories of the two of you walking through the fields, sitting on the porch at dusk, talking about the future… it was all a part of him. And yet, it didn’t feel like home in the way it used to. Not anymore.

You’d moved here together once, a promise of a new chapter, a future side by side. And in many ways, it had been your home. A place where you’d shared laughter, arguments, and everything in between. But now, as you stood in the familiar space, everything felt different.

You moved through the house slowly, almost instinctively, as if searching for something—some sign that the past could be healed, that the love you once had could still be found in the cracks of this place. But every room seemed to hold its own kind of sadness, a reminder of what had been lost.

When you reached the kitchen, you ran your hand over the counter, feeling the familiar grooves of the old wood. This was where you used to stand while Tyler cooked dinner, teasing him about his “experimental” dishes, laughing at how he always burned something. He’d smile and tell you that’s why he had you, to make sure you guys didn’t starve. Then he’d pull you into a kiss, the kind of kiss that made you forget about everything else. The kind of kiss that made you feel like nothing could ever tear you apart.

But then, as you stood by the window, your gaze naturally fell outside. The view from here was familiar, the long stretch of land with the barn at the far edge of the property.

And that’s when you saw him. Tyler.

He was standing outside by the old barn, the sleeves of his flannel shirt rolled up, the axe gripped firmly in his hands. You watched, your heart dropping a little in your chest. He was splitting wood—heavy, deliberate swings with a rhythm that seemed almost mechanical. You had seen him do this before. It was his way of working out whatever was on his mind, his way of channeling anger or frustration. It was a pattern you knew all too well, one that had been there even before you left.

When he split wood like this, you knew better than to interrupt. It was his space, his time, his way of dealing with things. He didn’t want anyone there. He didn’t want to talk. It was his silent, solitary method of pushing everything down, of pretending that the world around him didn’t hurt.

You felt a sharp pang in your chest as you watched him swing the axe, each strike carrying the weight of things unsaid. Your eyes burned slightly, the tears you hadn’t realized were threatening to fall welling up.

The sight of him like this—the man you still cared about, the man who had been so much a part of your life—hurt in a way you hadn’t prepared for. You’d hoped that seeing him here, in this space, would make things clearer. But instead, it made you question everything.

Was this your fault? Was he out there, splitting wood because of you? Because of the things you’d said, the things you’d walked away from?

You could almost feel the tension in his every movement, the frustration he was releasing with each swing. He wasn’t angry at the wood. He was angry at everything that had happened between you two—at the distance that had grown, at the things left unsaid. He was angry at himself for not being able to fix it, and maybe, just maybe, angry at you for walking away.

You stood there for a long time, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter, your breath shallow. You wanted to go outside, wanted to talk to him, to ask him to stop. But you knew better. You’d learned that lesson a long time ago. When Tyler was like this, the best thing you could do was give him space. He would come to you when he was ready. But that didn’t make it any easier to watch.

You blinked, trying to clear your eyes, but the image of him out there—alone, working through his pain in silence—stayed with you, heavy and haunting.

You sighed, picking up your bag and making your way to the door. As you stepped out into the cool afternoon air, the weight of the ring seemed to grow heavier in your bag. Walking down the front steps, you couldn’t shake the feeling that everything you had with Tyler was still there, just waiting for you to reach out and claim it. But you were scared. Scared of reopening old wounds, scared of trusting again, scared of letting yourself believe that it could work out this time.

As you drove away from the house, the ring resting silently in your bag, you couldn’t help but think about what Tyler had said. For the first time, you started to wonder if you’d been too afraid to face your feelings for him.

* * * * *

The house was quiet when you finally got back to your parents’ place, the weight of the past few days pressing down on you. The hours spent at the hospital, the conversations with your mom, the raw argument with Tyler—it all swirled in your mind, and you couldn’t seem to escape the echoes of the past.

You were sitting in the living room now, curled up in the old armchair. The dim light from the lamp beside you cast long shadows on the walls, and the soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the house. Your mind was running through everything that had happened. Your mom’s voice rang in your head, reminding you that you were likely pushing Tyler away because you were afraid of getting hurt again. But even as you replayed her words, it was hard to shake the feeling of uncertainty.

It wasn’t love you were lacking. That much was clear to you. The memories of your time together—both the good and the bad—flooded your thoughts, and the love you once shared was still there, even if it was buried under layers of hurt. You could still feel the way your heart had raced when Tyler kissed you, the way he had held you close on the coldest nights. You had loved him with everything you had, and a part of you still did. But now? Now, it felt like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, too scared to take the leap, too unsure of where it might lead.

Your thoughts drifted to the last few days—Tyler’s quiet presence when you needed him, the way he had shown up, consistently and without hesitation. He brought you coffee when you needed it most, offered to run errands, texted you just to check in. Every little thing he did was a reminder of the person he had become, the one who wanted to be there for you, no matter how hard it might have been for him.

You couldn’t ignore the changes. He wasn’t the same as he had been before. He’d made mistakes, but he’d also shown you that he was willing to work on himself. The way he had apologized, the way he had acknowledged his faults—it was all part of the healing process.

And yet, even now, as you sat there in the silence, your heart was heavy. You were scared to trust again. Scared to believe that this time, things would be different. The fear of repeating past mistakes loomed over you, a constant companion in your thoughts. How could you know for sure that Tyler wouldn’t hurt you again?

You thought back to the day you broke up—how Tyler had tried so hard to be what you needed but had failed, leaving you to feel abandoned. You remembered the words he said, the frustration in his voice as he admitted he didn’t know how to fix things. But now, you knew he was trying. He wasn’t perfect, but he was showing you he cared in a way that mattered.

Maybe it wasn’t about being perfect. Maybe it was about being willing to try. And for the first time in a long while, you started to wonder if you were ready to take the risk.

As you sat there, you felt the weight of the ring in your pocket, still a physical reminder of what could have been. The family ring. The one Tyler had almost given you. He’d wanted to give you everything, to make you his forever. It stung, thinking about how close he had been to doing that, and how you had walked away before you could even see what might have been.

But maybe now was the time to face what had been left unsaid. Maybe now was the time to acknowledge that you weren’t as afraid of him as you were of what it would mean to trust him again. Maybe it was time to stop holding onto the past and to start letting yourself heal, to start letting him back in.

Your thoughts lingered there for a moment, wondering where things might go if you took that next step, if you allowed yourself to be vulnerable enough to take the chance on him again.

* * * * *

You took a deep breath, staring at the screen of your phone, your finger hovering over the “Send” button. You’d thought about this moment a hundred times, but now that it was here, the weight of it was almost too much.

Tyler. You hadn’t really spoken since that painful argument over the ring. But something in you had shifted. The clarity that came after your reflection—the understanding that your hesitation wasn’t about love, but about trust—had led you to this point. You weren’t ready to give up on him, not yet. You needed to talk, to lay everything out, and to figure out if there was a way forward.

With one last deep breath, you typed out a quick message: Can we talk?

You stared at it for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, and then hit send.

The response came a few minutes later, fast and blunt: Sure. What about?

You hesitated, your mind racing. Can you meet me?

There was a long pause before his reply. You could almost feel his hesitation through the screen: Why can’t we talk now?

You chewed on your bottom lip, heart racing again. I just think we need to talk in person.

Okay. Where?

You agreed on a quiet spot at a local diner, one you used to go to together when things were easier. The diner was just as you remembered it—faded red booths, a flickering neon sign in the window, and the faint smell of coffee and fried food hanging in the air. It had been weeks since you’d sat here with Tyler, sharing laughs over milkshakes and fries. Now, as you pushed open the door, the memories hit you like a wave, bittersweet and unrelenting.

Tyler was already there, seated in the far corner by the window. His back was to you, his shoulders hunched slightly as he stared out at the parking lot. He didn’t look tense—just tired, like someone who had long since stopped hoping for something he knew wasn’t coming.

When he turned at the sound of your footsteps, his expression softened, and he offered a small, polite smile.

“Hey,” he said, standing as you approached the booth.

“Hey,” you replied, sliding into the seat across from him.

“Thanks for meeting me,” you added, unsure of how to start.

Tyler waved a hand dismissively. “Of course. Everything okay? Is this about your mom or... something else?”

You hesitated, caught off guard by his assumption. He thought this was about your mom—or maybe something unrelated entirely. You realized he hadn’t even considered that this might be about him. That hit you harder than you expected.

“No, she’s fine,” you said quickly. “It’s not about her.”

A waitress appeared with two menus, setting them down before taking your drink orders. Once she walked away, Tyler leaned back in his seat, his arms crossed loosely. “So, what’s on your mind?”

You traced the edge of the menu with your finger, searching for the right words. “I’ve just... been thinking a lot lately,” you started, your voice steady but quiet. “About everything. About us.”

His eyebrows lifted slightly, but he didn’t speak right away. When he did, his tone was careful, like he didn’t want to assume too much. “Us?”

You nodded, meeting his gaze. “Yeah. Us.”

For the first time, you saw a flicker of something in his expression—hope, maybe, though he tried to mask it. “Okay,” he said slowly, leaning forward now, his elbows resting on the table. “I’m listening.”

You took a deep breath, your hands fidgeting in your lap. “I’ve been thinking about why I’ve been so hesitant... why I haven’t been able to just move on or figure out what I want. And I realized it’s not because I don’t care about you. It’s not because I don’t... love you.”

Tyler’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he just stared at you, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right.

“It’s because I’m scared,” you continued, pushing through the lump in your throat. “I’m scared of trusting you again. Of getting hurt again. And I know that’s not fair to you, because you’ve done so much to show me you’ve changed. But it’s the truth.”

Tyler leaned back slightly, his hands dropping to the table. His voice, when he spoke, was soft but firm. “I can’t blame you for being scared,” he said. “I don’t. And if I could go back and change the way I handled things back then, I would in a heartbeat. But I can’t. All I can do is try to show you now that I’m not that guy anymore.”

You nodded, your heart pounding. “I see that,” you admitted. “And I want to believe it. I do. But this is going to take time, Tyler. If we do this—if we try again—I need to know we’re on the same page.”

“Of course,” he said quickly, his voice full of sincerity. “Whatever you need. Time, space, anything.”

The words hit you with a mix of relief and fear, but you pushed past it, meeting his gaze. “I need honesty. Communication. Consistency. If I’m going to trust you again, I need to know you’re not going to disappear or pull away.”

Tyler reached across the table, his hand stopping just short of yours, as if waiting for permission. When you didn’t pull away, he covered your hand with his, his touch warm and steady.

“You have my word,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere. Not this time.”

The vulnerability in his voice broke something open inside you, and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that maybe—just maybe—this could work.

“I’m willing to try,” you said softly, your voice trembling just enough to give you away. “But we have to start over. From scratch. No rushing, no expectations. We figure this out one step at a time.”

Tyler’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile, the kind that reached his eyes. “One step at a time,” he echoed.

The conversation between you and Tyler drifted into lighter topics as the waitress returned to take your order. You both opted for the diner’s signature cheeseburgers, a choice that made Tyler chuckle.

“Some things never change,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You always did love their fries.”

“And you always managed to steal half of them,” you shot back, a teasing smile tugging at your lips.

“Guilty as charged,” he admitted, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

For a while, it felt easy—almost normal. The tension that had weighed so heavily at the start of the conversation seemed to fade as you reminisced about old times. Tyler told you about the farm and the projects he’d been working on, and you found yourself laughing at his stories about the chickens escaping their pen and wreaking havoc in the garden.

When the food arrived, Tyler immediately reached across the table and snagged one of your fries, grinning mischievously as he popped it into his mouth.

“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Consider it interest,” he said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling.

As the meal wound down, the check arrived, and Tyler reached for it without hesitation.

“Oh, no you don’t,” you said, grabbing for the small black folder.

“I got it,” Tyler said firmly, holding it just out of your reach.

“Tyler, I can pay for mine,” you insisted, leaning across the table in a futile attempt to snatch it.

He shook his head, his grin widening. “You can get the next one.”

“Next one?” you echoed, your cheeks flushing slightly.

He froze for a split second, realizing what he’d said. But instead of backtracking, he leaned forward, his expression softening. “Yeah. Next one.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn’t argue. Tyler slid his card into the folder and handed it to the waitress, who returned moments later with a receipt for him to sign.

As you stepped outside into the cool evening air, the world felt quieter. The neon sign buzzed faintly above you, casting a soft glow on the sidewalk.

Tyler walked beside you, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. You fell into step together, the sound of your footsteps the only noise between you.

When you reached your car, you paused, turning to face him. He stopped too, standing so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from him despite the chill in the air.

“Thanks for dinner,” you said softly.

“Anytime,” he replied, his voice low and steady.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, Tyler reached out, his fingers brushing against yours before curling gently around your hand.

The simple gesture sent a warmth through you that you hadn’t felt in years. You squeezed his hand, your heart swelling at the unspoken promise in his touch.

As you started to pull away, Tyler hesitated. His other hand lifted, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His touch lingered for just a moment longer than necessary, and when his eyes met yours, they were filled with something quiet and certain.

“Can I—” he started, his voice catching, but you didn’t let him finish.

Instead, you leaned in, closing the distance between you, and pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if you were both testing the waters. But as Tyler tilted his head, his free hand moving gently to your waist, it deepened just enough to make your heart race.

When you finally pulled back, your faces were still close, your breath mingling in the cool night air. Tyler’s eyes searched yours, his expression a mixture of wonder and relief.

“Drive safe,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, though it carried the weight of so much more.

“You too,” you replied, your voice steady even as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest.

As you climbed into your car and drove away, you couldn’t stop glancing in the rearview mirror. Tyler stood there on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, watching until your taillights disappeared into the night.

For the first time in a long time, the future didn’t feel quite so uncertain.

#Tyler Owens #Tyler Owens x reader #Tyler Owens x you #Tyler Owens Fic #Tyler Owens Fanfic #Tyler Owens Fanfiction #Tyler Owens Angst

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f1daydreamer · 2 days ago

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Timeless

Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst

Plot: A budding romance between Lewis Hamilton (38) and the reader (25) is tested by the pressures of fame, the scrutiny of an age gap, and the lingering doubts of belonging in each other's worlds.

Warnings: Mentions of insecurities, fame-induced stress, emotional vulnerability, and a heavy dose of fluff at the end.

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You hadn’t planned on being at the Monaco Grand Prix, let alone in the paddock among the glittering elite. When your best friend begged you to join her, swearing it would be an unforgettable experience, you caved.

“C’mon, how often do you get to be this close to Formula 1?” she’d argued.

Your response had been a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t even follow it. What am I supposed to do there?”

Apparently, the answer was meet Lewis Hamilton.

You hadn’t recognized him immediately. It wasn’t his fame that struck you first—it was his presence. There was something magnetic about the way he carried himself, a calmness that felt out of place in the chaos of the paddock. And when his eyes met yours for the first time, it was as if the noise around you dimmed, leaving only the two of you.

It started with small talk about the chaos of race day. You joked about feeling out of place, and he smiled, saying he understood that feeling better than you’d think. His laugh, deep and unguarded, lingered in your mind long after the conversation ended. So when he asked for your number, you gave it to him without hesitation.

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What followed was nothing short of magical, though not without complications.

Your conversations were endless, spanning across time zones and countries as Lewis balanced his relentless schedule with a growing connection to you. He introduced you to the world of Formula 1 with patience, laughing at your many questions but always answering them thoughtfully. You, in turn, introduced him to your quieter world—one free of flashing cameras and constant scrutiny.

But as months passed, doubts crept in. Not about him—you’d never felt more seen, more loved—but about whether you could truly fit into his life.

The first crack appeared one night when you were scrolling through social media.

“‘Lewis Hamilton spotted with mystery young woman,’” you read aloud, the headline making your chest tighten. The comments below it stung even worse.

“She’s probably just another fling.”

“Honestly, he should date someone on his level.”

“Who even is she?”

You didn’t notice Lewis enter the room until he gently took your phone from your hands.

“Why do you read that stuff?” he asked softly, sitting beside you on the couch.

You avoided his gaze, feeling foolish. “I don’t know. I guess I wanted to see what people thought of us.”

“And?” His voice was calm, but his eyes searched yours.

“They think I’m not enough for you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lewis let out a heavy sigh, his fingers brushing over yours. “Listen to me. The only opinion that matters is mine. And I know exactly who you are—smart, kind, beautiful, and more than enough.”

His words made your heart ache, but the doubts didn’t vanish overnight.

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The turning point came at the next Monaco Grand Prix.

Lewis had insisted you come, this time as his guest. You’d hesitated, knowing how much attention it would draw, but his quiet reassurance won you over.

“Come with me,” he’d said. “I want you there. With me.”

Walking through the paddock hand in hand, you felt the weight of countless eyes on you. The whispers were there, faint but undeniable.

“Who is she?”

“Isn’t she a bit young for him?”

You squeezed Lewis’s hand, trying to steady your nerves. He looked down at you, his expression softening when he saw the tension in your shoulders.

“Hey,” he murmured, stopping to face you. “You okay?”

You nodded, though it wasn’t entirely true. “I just… feel out of place here.”

Lewis stepped closer, his free hand cupping your cheek. “You belong here. With me. Don’t let them make you doubt that, okay?”

The sincerity in his voice melted your insecurities, if only for the moment.

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That evening, as you sat together on the balcony of his Monaco apartment, the city lights casting a golden glow around you, you finally voiced the question that had been haunting you.

“Do you ever wonder if this is… too much? The age gap, the pressure, everything?”

Lewis was quiet for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Then he turned to you, his expression both tender and resolute.

“I won’t lie to you,” he began. “This isn’t easy. But the best things in life never are. And you? You’re worth it. Every challenge, every doubt. I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything.”

Tears stung your eyes as you leaned into him, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace.

“I’m scared sometimes,” you admitted.

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair. “But we’ll figure it out together. You’re not alone in this.”

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When race day arrived, you found yourself back in the paddock, this time with a newfound confidence.

Lewis had qualified on pole, and when he crossed the finish line in first place, your heart swelled with pride. You watched as he climbed out of the car, his grin wide and unapologetically joyous as he sprayed champagne over the crowd.

When he finally found you in the chaos, his arms pulled you into a tight embrace, heedless of the cameras.

“I told you,” he murmured against your ear, his voice full of emotion. “You’re where you’re meant to be.”

And as you looked up at him, the doubts that once clouded your mind faded away, replaced by the certainty of his love.

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A/N: Hi lovelies! I hope you enjoyed this longer, fluffier one-shot with just a sprinkle of angst for emotional depth. Lewis has such a warm, grounding presence, so writing this dynamic felt really special. Let me know your thoughts or if you’d like to see more stories like this! <3

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goldenwoods · 16 hours ago

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This post is about the gaiman situation.

Right off the bat, fuck him and his associates. It's rare for someone in a position of power to get what they deserve but I hope he joins that short list. And I wish the victims well. What a horrible situation to be abused by a man masquerading as a champion for inclusivity and human rights.

That said, I don't understand the vitriol put towards people who're trying to recontextualise their relationship to gaiman's media in light of the revelations. I'm talking about those posts and comments getting angry at people for grieving, accusing them of not prioritising the victims.

Which is such an unwarranted accusation. Obviously, if they're under a post or article about the victim's testimony and they go "my season 3 :(((" or "my poor characters don't deserve this :("in the comment section then yeah, they're pretty disgusting. But the same accusations shouldn't be levied at people trying to come to terms with the fact that their formative experience was written by a monster ON THEIR OWN BLOG.

This isn't putting fictional characters before victims, it's just that there can't be much said about such a black and white situation that isn't already said by a million other posts ("fuck gaiman, fuck his supporters, hope the victims get justice"), whereas how a reader themselves deal with the fall of someone they've put on a pedestal is a much more complicated and nuanced process that they have to think through. If anything, I think it's a sign of a healthy community who treat 'fuck gaiman' as common sense and not something that needs arguments about. I don't know if there are ways to help the victims yet beyond just showing support on social media (let me know if i've missed something), but I don't think going after any fan daring to talk about their own relationship to the text is helpful at all. And I can guarantee you those who're grappling with how they feel towards the text now –– those feeling betrayed and angry –– will be quick to rally to support the victims because they're only feeling conflicted because of how disgusted they are with the author.

(For context, I don't feel attached to Gaiman at all so this is not related to any personal stakes I have in this. I enjoyed GO the show, but never read or watched any of his works otherwise. I was planning to get a copy of GO the book but the allegations surfaced first so that didn't end up happening either. I am partial to David and Michael's acting but even then I'm just a casual fan and if they react in a disappointing way to the Gaiman situation, I feel like I could stop consuming their works without much emotional turmoil.)

EDIT: since this is getting a fair bit of attention, i want to summarise my midnight ramble a bit: the crux of the problem is that lots of people treat this blogspace as a mega-conversation, which is how the 'you're not focussing on the victims enough' accusation come up. Think if you're in a conversation about how person A had been hurt by B: OF COURSE your response should be 'gosh that's fucked up. hope A's doing okay', and if your response ON THE SPOT is 'ohhhhh shit i don't know how to feel about the fact that I used to really like B lemme monologue about my complicated emotions out loud' then yeah you're the problem. But if you respond compassionately but spend a sizeable amount of time afterwards in your own head ruminating over how you used to think B was a really good person? ...then you're just a normal human being with a moral compass. Tumblr is the latter and not the former. It's the collection of dumping grounds for people's thoughts, not an online forum that give you a measure of where people's priorities are.

#neil gaiman #good omens

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burningembers91 · 2 days ago

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The Secretary - Park Min-Su x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Park Min-Su is the heir to a company he doesn't want. He's not made for the cutthroat world of business. His father hires you to be his secretary, nothing more than a bit of eye candy for the son he can't figure out. But you're so much more than that. And you know Min-Su is worth more than he thinks. If only you can teach him to be as confident as you are.

A/N - Picture the scene: a high stakes investment company, a heir who is terrified of his own shadow, and a sexy secretary with the patience of a Saint who'll teach Min-Su about business, power and sex. I am so excited for this storyline because I love a dominant female lead!

Park Min-Su’s life had been planned out for him before he’d even been born. His grandfather had set up an investment company in the 1970’s, one that had grown to almost dizzying heights of success. The company had then been passed to Min-Su’s father in the 1990’s, with the view to make everything his one day. But Min-Su didn’t want the company, he hated the pressure that came with being a CEO, detested the cutthroat manner his father and grandfather possessed. He didn’t have a keen eye for business, he couldn’t command a room full a people like his father could.

Min-Su was timid, and quiet, and preferred to fade quietly into the background where no one would notice him. He hated having to wear a suit every day, forced to sit in meetings about things that he didn’t fully understand. All the conversations about investments and portfolios went right over his head; he wasn’t the keen businessman his family wanted him to be. He’d thought about telling his father that he didn’t want the company, that perhaps it could be passed off to someone more deserving. But his father wasn’t in the habit of listening to Min-Su; he thought he knew best, and that his son needed to be guided by him in order to succeed.

He dreaded coming into the office, hated walking through the expansive marble hallways as people bowed to him, sucked up to him and pretended to like him. No one in that company liked Min-Su; they liked his father, and his father’s money. He’d often hide in the bathrooms at lunch, praying that no one would notice his absence. At 28 years old, he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, but he knew he didn’t want to be a CEO.

His father could see Min-Su was struggling, but failure was not an option when it came to the business. He just needed a push, an incentive to get him to see that the path laid out for him was the right one. He knew nothing about his son and never had the inclination to attempt to bond with him. He’d given Min-Su luxury cars, villas in several countries and access to an unlimited amount of cash but couldn’t understand why his son still wasn’t happy. So, he hired you, a secretary who was easy on the eyes, someone to give Min-Su something to look at while he worked. You had a stellar CV, and excellent work ethic and his father hoped you’d bring his son out of his shell.

Min-Su had never been good with women, had never even so much as kissed a girl. He was constantly rendered speechless around you, his mouth agape whenever you walked into the room. you commanded attention in your heels and silk shirt, the lace of your bra visible through the thin fabric. He couldn’t even say his own name around you, let alone have a conversation with you, but you were so patient. You helped him get to grips with his diary, taking mundane admin tasks off his hands. You accompanied him to meetings, taking notes and then typing them up, making sure everything was in a language that Min-Su could understand. You knew he struggled with the fast-paced environment in the meetings, not entirely understanding the technical words used by the partners. You made sure his notes were clear, concise and simple, giving him the ability to get to grips with his role. You fetched his lunch, his dry cleaning, and his coffee. He never once asked you to do any of these things for him, but nothing was too much trouble for you.

His father had hired you to keep his son entertained, but Min-Su was so soft and gentle, far too kind for the cutthroat world of investments. You did your best to shield him, pretending you didn’t hear the things employees whispered about him behind his back. You did your best to encourage him to come out of his shell, telling him everything about yourself in the hopes he’d open up. But he wore the permanent look of a rabbit caught in the headlights, terrified of his own shadow. You noticed the way he stared at you; the way he stammered his words whenever he spoke to you. You so badly wanted to bolster his confidence, to show him he knew more than he thought.

You bided your time, chipping away at his terrified exterior little by little. You worked long into the night, never once giving up no matter how little he gave you. You knew there was a fire deep within Min-Su. He just needed a confident woman to help bring it out.

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darkwitchoferie · 1 day ago

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Train Ride - Chapter 3, Felix

A/N: Just a quick thing – the picker wheel thing, that is legitimately how I decided the order in the original oneshot, after I.N and with the exception of Seungmin, and of course the end being all of them.

Cw/tw for this chapter: unprotected vaginal and anal sex, oral (m & f receiving), member x member sex, subby Felix (sorta), threesome, vaginal fingering, nipple play, reader’s called a slut a couple times, but is totally into it, cum sharing

wc: 3172

Chapter One Two Four

It's two days later and you still hadn’t decided who should be next. You told Chan it almost felt like trying to pick favorites and you just can’t do that. Jeongin, who’d slipped into Chan’s bed behind you for an early morning quickie, chuckled, tightening his arm around your waist. They both reminded you that they would be leaving for a pair of shows over the coming weekend, so you’d better decide soon or you’d have to wait until they came back.

Because you just can’t decide who should be next, Chan ends up suggesting one of those picker wheels you can find online. At first, you’d laughed and thought it was a silly way to decide which of your boyfriend’s friends you were going to seduce next. Then Jeongin pointed out that it was probably the fairest way since it was completely random. The first spin landed on Felix.

Hours later, giggling to yourself at the prospect of the night’s activities, you pulled out your planned outfit about an hour before Chan was due at your apartment. You’d told him it didn’t really matter what pretext he used to invite Felix over for dinner, but you both knew he’d have to say something about why it was just him and not more or all of the members that were coming over. The skirt you were wearing was one you’d never had the courage to wear outside of your apartment, being that it just barely covered your ass while you were standing, let alone if you tried to sit in it. But Chan loved the way it fit you. Said he loved the easy access, particularly because you never wore panties with it. The shirt was a plain, blue button up that you left untucked and with the top few buttons undone on, exposing a fair amount of cleavage. Otherwise, you did nothing unusual or different with your hair or makeup, choosing to do both as if it were a totally normal day and you were just planning to have dinner with your boyfriend and one of his best friends.

Thanks to constant texts with Chan you timed dinner perfectly, shutting the heat off under the kimchi stew just as he swung open the door. “Hey babe! I brought Felix for dinner.”

“Hi boys,” you grinned at them as the pair of them joined you in your eat-in kitchen. “Great timing, I just finished.” Your grin widened as you watched Felix nearly swallow his tongue when he took in your outfit.

“Smells great, Y/nnie,” Felix shook himself, hoping neither of you noticed the way his eyes had been glued to your cleavage. Of course you noticed, that being the whole point of the shirt you’re wearing.

Chan came up to you, wrapping his arms around you for a quick kiss and to squeeze your ass. You chuckled as he released you, then turned to dish up the stew. Sitting at your kitchen table, the three of you made conversation as if it were any other day. You asked about their days, they listened to you complain about business calls you’d had to make to absolute idiots. No one mentioned your outfit or how Felix’s gaze flickered between the high hem of your skirt and exposed cleavage, then checked both your faces to be sure you didn’t notice.

You did your best not to squirm too much in your seat, already turned on from the upcoming possibilities and knowing there’d be a wet spot on the chair upholstery. Not that you cared.

You were clearing the table, still sharing stories about your day, when you ‘dropped’ a spoon as you reached the sink.

“Here, I got it,” Chan stood and took a couple steps toward you.

“It’s fine, babe,” you waved him off as you bent over, flashing both of them your bare ass and pussy as you did so.

“Naughty girl,” Chan commented, landing a quick smack to your bare lips. You gasped, rocking forward a little and grabbing onto the sink edge to help balance yourself. He nudged one of your feet, forcing your legs apart just enough so that they had a better view. He ran a finger down your folds, pressing briefly against your clit and causing you to moan. “Little slut, not wearing any panties when we have company.” He pushed two fingers into you. “Already so wet, aren’t you? No one’s even touched you.” He thrust his fingers in and out of you roughly enough that you had to twist your upper body to get a better grip on the counter top. “Such a pretty little slut, wearing such a short skirt with no panties just to tease us.”

Behind you, still at the kitchen table, Felix was riveted to the display in front of him. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear his breathy pants as Chan kept going. Chan, on the other hand, had a perfect view of Felix. He could see the way his eyes had dilated, the flush high on his cheeks, his mouth hanging slightly open to let out those breathy sounds, and the bulge steadily growing in his pants.

Chan kept to the side so Felix still had a clear view, but twisted his hand so he was able to curl his fingers and reach that spongy part of your walls that had you moaning and clenching around his fingers. “Ah, baby girl’s getting close, aren’t you?” He commented when he felt your walls start to flutter around his fingers.

“Yes. Please Channie.”

“I dunno. What do you think, Felix? Does she deserve to cum?”

“Yes. Yes, please.” By Felix’s voice, you’d think he’d been the one being touched, not just watching.

“Alright,” Chan pulled his fingers out of you, causing both you and Felix to whine. He pulled you to stand upright and very quickly stripped you of your tiny skirt, shirt, and bra. “If you think she deserves to get off,” he lifted you up and set you on the table in front of Felix, “you get her off.”

Felix looked between the two of you, gauging the situation. But when you reached out and threaded your fingers in his long black hair, he snapped. He dove face first into your cunt, licking and sucking at you like he was starving and your cunt was the only thing that could keep him alive. You dropped back onto the table as Felix shifted so your legs were draped over his shoulders and his arms were wrapped around your thighs.

Chan sat back down where he’d been, across from Felix and therefore now right by your head. He smiled down at you, stroking your hair and pressing soft kisses to your lips, cheeks, and neck, but letting Felix do all of the work to make you cum.

Having already been so close, it didn’t take long for Felix to have you coming undone on his tongue. Tightening your grip on his hair, you pushed him into you as you arched up and clamped your thighs around his head, moaning out a mix of his and Chan’s names.

But he didn’t stop, hell, he didn’t even slow down. You didn’t even have a chance to truly come down from your orgasm as Felix kept licking at and tongue fucking you, building you up to another one. He did leave off your clit, for a little while, when you whined from the overstimulation, but otherwise, he kept his mouth and tongue on your pussy. You looked down at him and saw him staring up at you looking – somehow – more fucked out than you.

Chan moved from his chair to yours at the table. Almost like he couldn’t help himself, he reached out and started running his fingers through Felix’s hair and, if you had to guess by the motions, gently squeezing the nape of his neck. When he did, Felix whined again, a high pitched sound that vibrated against your lips and caused you to moan in response. Chan smiled at both your reactions, then leaned down and swiped his tongue over your nipple. You gasped, tightening your hold on Felix’s hair that had just started to loosen.

Chan’s tongue circled around your nipple, causing it to pebble. Meanwhile Felix seemed to have decided to copy him, as he circled his tongue around your clit, then sucked it into his mouth when Chan did the same to your nipple. Chan reached across your chest, gently tugging and rolling your other nipple between his two fingers.

Between the two of them, your second orgasm was building quickly. You were a writhing mess on the table, knuckles turning white with how hard you were gripping the edge of the table, near constant moans slipping through your lips. But it was when Felix pushed two fingers into you and crooked them, rubbing in a ‘come here’ motion, that you arched up, the coil in your belly finally snapping again.

Felix didn’t want to let up as he let you ride out your orgasm on his fingers and tongue then didn’t pull back even when you started to whine from the overstimulation. Chan tugged at Felix’s hair, forcing him to move away from your pussy with a whine. “I know, she tastes good enough to suffocate yourself in her,” he gently stroked his thumb along the side of Felix’s face when he rested his head on your thigh, both of you breathing heavily. “Do you want to fuck her, Lix?”

Felix, eyes glassy and the lower half of his face soaked in your arousal and cum, responded with a breathy, “Both.”

“Hm?”

“Both. Wanna – God – wanna fuck her while you fuck me.”

Chan groaned, gripped the back of Felix’s head, and leaned in to claim his lips. You couldn’t see it, but you could tell by Felix’s reaction when Chan pushed his tongue past the younger man’s lips. “That,” he said, pulling away. “Can absolutely be arranged. Babygirl, can you walk?”

“Probably. Gimme a minute.” It took more than a minute, and a glass of water for you and Felix each, but before too long, the three of you were headed to your room.

You turned to Felix, who was behind you, and pulled at his shirt as you walked backwards down the hallway. He got the hint, tugging the shirt off and just letting it drop to the ground, before gripping your hips and pulling you to him to claim your mouth. Despite the water, a faint taste of your own juices still lingered on his lips and tongue. Eyes closed, you felt instead of saw Felix jolt and then felt Chan’s hands come to rest just above Felix’s on your waist so you assumed Chan was now plastering himself against Felix’s back.

“Come on, keep moving,” he encouraged you both. You all moved slowly down the hall, hampered by you and the two men stripping the both of them as you all walked instead of just waiting to get to your room.

You groaned when Felix’s boxers came off, wrapping your hand around his cock. “God,” you dropped to your knees, immediately taking his weeping cock into your mouth.

“So impatient,” Chan chuckled above you, letting Felix lean into him and grip his arms to keep himself upright as you quickly took him as deep as you could. Felix flushed a deep red when it only took a few bobs of your head before he was coming down your throat. You pulled off his still hard cock, and stood up. Pressing yourself against Felix, you leaned over his shoulder to kiss your boyfriend, pushing your tongue with the last of Felix’s orgasm into Chan’s mouth. “Mm, you taste good, Lix,” Chan muttered, lips against his neck, after you pulled away from him.

Felix groaned. “I can…. I can last longer. Swear.”

“Oh baby,” you cooed, leaning in to kiss him again. “First, you’re still hard, so who cares. Second, I’d be more surprised if you had lasted much longer than that. You’ve been hard and on the edge for a while. I could see it in the kitchen.” You reassured him. “No one’s upset, disappointed, judging you, or anything else you might think. So there’s no reason to be be embarrassed. Okay?”

He nodded, tucking his face into your neck for a moment before you all continued down the hallway to your room. In your room, you pulled Felix onto your bed, spreading your legs wide enough for him to comfortably rest between them.

“Lix, I know what you said, but I need to know – have you ever had sex with another guy?” Chan asked, sitting on the side of the bed.

Felix turned to look at him and nodded. “Not since I was a teenager, but I, um…. I have… toys, so I’ve, uh….” He flushed with embarrassment again.

Chan groaned, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Felix’s shoulder. Then he exchanged a quick look with you, which you interpreted to mean ‘keep him distracted while I prep him’. Aiming to do just that, you cupped his cheek and turned his face so you could kiss him. You fell easily into a rhythm together, neither of you really trying to control or lead the kiss, just sharing it. After a minute, you felt Felix twitch and soothed a hand over his shoulder and down his arm, while bringing your knees up to bracket either side of his hips.

You couldn’t see exactly what Chan was doing, but you had a pretty good guess from the way Felix’s hips moved against you, his cock just barely brushing against your folds. When he broke from your kiss with a mewl, you assumed Chan had added a second finger.

“That’s it, breathe through it.” Chan leaned down and pressed a series of open mouthed kisses along Felix’s neck and shoulder. Chan was thorough, not wanting to hurt his friend. Which was something of a problem for Felix, who had his face cradled against your neck, panting, whining, and begging while he did his best to thrust his hips back against Chan’s fingers. Though, it was a deep groan that he let out when Chan finally pulled his fingers out of him.

Together, the three of you arranged yourselves so that Felix was lined up with your cunt and easily pushed into you. Once he was fully in you, he took a few deep breaths, then turned to Chan. “I’m ready.” The groan he let out as Chan slid into him, vibrated in your own chest.

It took a couple tries before they settled into a rhythm that had Chan doing most of the work but left Felix free to pay more attention to you. And pay attention to you he did. You felt as if his hands and lips never lingered in one place for long; his mouth traveling from open mouthed kisses, licks, or nips along your neck to leaning down to lick and suck at your nipples. One moment his hands would be gripping your hips or thigh, the next he’d have his thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue while his other hand squeezed your boob or teased your nipple.

You could feel Chan’s thrusts through Felix, feeling as though your boyfriend were fucking you through the man between you. And because you could, you didn’t need to see Chan’s face to be able to tell when he was getting close.

“Oh God,” Felix choked out as Chan sped up and you started clenching around him. He buried his face in your neck again, sucking a mark when your neck and shoulder met, as he brought his thumb down to rub your clit.

You came first, nails digging into Felix’s shoulder as you threw your head back. You clenching around his cock sent Felix over the edge, whose orgasm and ass clenching pushed Chan over the edge too.

As you all came down from your highs, Chan flopped onto the bed beside you but Felix dropped to lay on top of you. He closed his eyes, burrowing against you and wrapping his arms under you as if trying to hold you to him like you were going to get up and leave.

You pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead and softly commented, mostly to Chan, “I don’t think I can stand for long in a shower today.” He nodded in response.

“What was this?” Felix asked quietly after a minute.

“Depends on what you want it to be,” you answered. “It was either some fun between friends that can or can not be repeated another time. Or it can be more than that.”

“More how?”

“More as in a relationship. With just Y/N, with both of us, whatever you want,” Chan answered, rolling onto his side and softly running his fingers up and down Felix’s spine.

“What do you guys want?”

“We’ll be happy with whatever you decide.”

“And if it factors into your decision, Iyen-ah’s leaning toward a relationship with Y/N, unsure about me, and we haven’t… gotten with the others yet but that is the plan.”

“Trying to collect us all?” he joked, looking up at you.

“Can you blame me?” you countered.

He laughed then fell quiet for a minute. “And this relationship, would it involve dates with both of you?”

“Of course.”

“Absolutely. And kisses, cuddles, and plenty of sex,” you added.

“That sounds perfect.”

A short while later, before you could fall asleep, Chan made you both get up so you could get cleaned up.

“I love your bath,” Felix said with a sigh as soon as he saw it. You considered your bath to be the best thing about your apartment. It was a Jacuzzi tub that was roomy when it was just you and Chan in it, so you were sure you’d be able to comfortably add Felix too.

Chan chuckled, “Pretty sure that tub’s the whole reason she moved here.”

You arched an eyebrow at him. “You’ve never had any complaints when we’ve had sex in that tub.”

“And if I ever do, get me to a doctor immediately,” he responded. While the bathtub filled up, you quickly rinsed off in the shower, leaning against the wall as you were cleaning yourself of the sweat and cum so you could actually relax in the bath. Felix and Chan followed your example.

“I’ll be honest, Y/nnie, I didn’t think you’d be into anal,” Felix commented with a little yawn. The three of you were comfortably arranged in the tub, you and Felix resting on Chan’s chest.

“Oh, I’m not. Tried it, decided it wasn’t for me. The lube is for when he gets home late, after I’ve already gone to sleep, and I told him that it’s a night he can fuck me while I sleep.”

“She’s always so pliant when she’s asleep,” Chan commented with a grin.

“Oh god,” Felix groaned, dropping his head where it rested on Chan’s chest.

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jujumin-translates · 3 days ago

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★ A3! 8th Anniversary | MANKAI Company’s Second Special Performance - “The Blessing of Le Cadeau”

They were given two endings—eternity or momentary pain.

Summary

In the great sea lays a small island, protected by four great countries and a sacred island. Because many writers have lived there since ancient times and countless works have been produced there, the island has come to be known as "the island where stories are born." It is there that stories are created constantly.

In order to preserve and pass on the stories, an academy was founded to train librarians—Le Cadeau Academy.

This year, twelve new students will arrive at this traditional and prestigious academy. With one unfinished book given to them as proof of admission and their own aspirations, they take the first step toward becoming librarians.

However, there is a "secret" hidden within the school. A secret that gives them choices and determines the ending of the story. Now, is the ending it spells out a happy one? Or...

Cast

Aubrey played by Sakuma Sakuya / Tenma Sumeragi

"Come on, let's go! To stories yet to be seen—."

The youngest. His origin is that his grandmother read picture books to him when he was a child. He's honest, charming, and people around him always want to take care of him in any way they can.

Kieran played by Tsumugi Tsukioka / Banri Settsu

"I plan to be a great hero by the time I graduate from here!"

A childhood friend of Jared. He's a young man brimming with curiosity. He's fascinated by the kinds of heroes you see in stories. He's come to confirm the rumor that "librarians never age."

Kenneth played by Tsuzuru Minagi / Kazunari Miyoshi

"I can't believe I've been spotted by royalty of all people. Haha, my school life is over, huh?"

The class president. He had the misfortune of being nominated as class president, even though he had planned to graduate unnoticed. He's diligent to his core and tries his best to do the work that is asked of him properly.

Amalia played by Yuki Rurikawa / Azuma Yukishiro

"There's a book I'm looking for. Ever since before I even stepped foot in this place. All I remember is it's binding."

A woman with a thoughtful personality who always takes a step back and surveys her surroundings. She'll never forget a book she once came across in a small bookstore that she went to when she was little. She was going to save up to buy it, but the book becomes no longer available when the bookstore closes. She's been looking for that book ever since.

Leroy played by Muku Sakisaka / Citron

"I started writing stories... because I wanted a chance to get to know my older brother."

Gordon's gentle younger brother who's a friend to everyone. He feels more than a little indebted to his older brother, and as a result, he has the personality of someone who is more concerned about his surroundings. He is often attentive and keeps his balance in the moment. He began writing stories in the hope that they would help him restore his relationship with his brother, but he has yet to show him any of his works.

Gordon played by Kumon Hyodo / Omi Fushimi

"...Do you enjoy sharing with others? It's so strange, I've never had a conversation like this with someone before."

Leroy's older brother. Once Leroy was born, their parents stopped caring about him, and he used books to fill his loneliness. Because of that, he's somewhat introverted and not very talkative. At best, he's a hassle-free boy. He's puzzled inside, not understanding why his younger brother, who has so many friends, came to the academy with him. (He isn't aware of it, but he's worried that Leroy will take the story away from him, just as he took their parents away from him.)

Joachim played by Juza Hyodo / Sakyo Furuichi

"I've memorized all of your faces. Prepare yourselves for the year ahead."

Royalty. The third prince of the Kingdom of Le Cadeau, which oversees the academy. He enrolls to fulfill his royal duties in other ways, as he will not inherit the throne due to where he stands in the hierarchy. He was hit somewhat hard by Kenneth, who thought that since Joachim had the highest status among the students at the academy, he'd naturally be the one chosen as the class president.

Henrick played by Taichi Nanao / Guy

"All people need is a single story."

There is just one story he'll never forget. He has an aspiration to have as many people as possible encounter books such as he did. He's somewhat narrow-minded and self-righteous. He hopes to encounter only one book in his lifetime that will change his life. He and Meredith tend to clash with one another due to their different values.

Meredith played by Masumi Usui / Chikage Utsuki

"I just love each and every story that's been born into this world."

He loves all stories. The same holds true for how he feels about people. For that reason, Henrick thinks of him as being shallow, and they clash about everything.

Jared played by Azami Izumida / Homare Arisugawa

"It's too ominous to have a black cat pass right in front of you just as you're about to enter school... This must be a warning. This better not unravel some kind of mystery..."

A childhood friend of Kieran's. A gloomy young man. He enrolls after Kieran gets involved. Because he's afraid of librarians not aging, he doesn't want to get involved with them. He tends to think negatively.

Vance played by Tasuku Takato / Misumi Ikaruga

"You wanted to see me? Sure thing. This is gonna be a fun school year."

The student council vice president. He loves mischief and loves having fun. Thinks being vice president sounds fun, so he agrees to do it without any real consideration. He saw a librarian using magic when he was a kid and thought that life would be more fun if he could learn to do it, so he enrolled at the academy.

Abel played by Hisoka Mikage / Itaru Chigasaki

"I don't like being left behind."

He enrolled for one purpose. He gets good grades and is sociable. He behaves as a problem-free student and is trusted by both students and teachers.

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elizabeth-holland24 · 2 days ago

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Snowed In at the Country Inn - Chapter 3

The morning began with the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the snow-dusted town. You were making your way to the breakfast table, your boots crunching on the icy path. Jake trailed behind, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, offering the occasional cheeky comment about how you could’ve saved him a seat instead of rushing ahead.

“You snooze, you lose,” you quipped over your shoulder, smirking.

Inside the cosy café, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air. Natasha and Bradley sat at a corner table, laughing over something on Bradley’s phone. You and Jake approached with your trays, looking for an open spot. Natasha noticed them first, waving them over.

“Plenty of room here!” Natasha offered, scooting over to make space.

The four quickly fell into easy conversation. Natasha and Bradley, charming and approachable, asked about your and Jakes plans for the day.

“We’re just helping out with the festival stuff,” Jake said casually, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh, so it’s a couples’ volunteering thing?” Natasha teased, her eyes twinkling.

Your eyes widened. “Oh no, we’re not—”

“Definitely not,” Jake added with a grin. “Though, she’d be lucky.”

You rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the slight warmth creeping up her cheeks. Natasha raised an eyebrow knowingly, and Bradley gave Jake a playful nudge.

“Sure, sure,” Bradley said, smirking. “You two have that vibe, though. Just saying.”

After breakfast, you and Jake headed back into the snowy streets, the conversation from earlier still lingering in your mind. Jake seemed unbothered, whistling a tune as they walked.

Later in the day, as you and Jake passed the town square, when you spotted Penny and Pete in the midst of a heated discussion. Penny’s arms were crossed, and Pete was gesturing animatedly toward a stack of crates.

“What’s going on?” you asked, approaching.

Penny sighed, looking visibly stressed. “As you know, the snowstorm’s blocked the roads, and the big shipment of supplies we needed for the Christmas festival can’t get through. Without it, we’re going to have to cancel the main event.”

Pete added, “We’ve tried calling around, but no luck. Everyone’s stuck until after Christmas.”

Your brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe there’s a way to work around it. In my planner, I have a section for last-minute event disasters. We had something like this happen once at a fundraiser, and we managed to improvise.”

Penny’s face brightened slightly. “Really? I don't want to be a bother, you've already helped so much. Besides, these were supposed to be your holidays. ”

“It's no bother really,” you said firmly. “It’s Christmas. We’ll figure something out.”

Jake crossed his arms, giving her a playful grin. “Living up to your last name, Miss Hallmark.”

She rolled her eyes, a small laugh escaping. “Real funny.”

Pete and Penny exchanged a glance, something unspoken passing between them. “Remind you of anyone?” Penny murmured to Pete, who chuckled softly.

As the day went on, Natasha pulled you aside while you were sorting through decorations in a storage shed.

“So,” Natasha began, leaning casually against a stack of boxes, “what’s the deal with you and Jake?”

You nearly dropped the string of lights you were untangling. “What? Nothing. There’s no deal.”

Natasha smirked. “Come on. You two have been glued to each other all day. The banter, the looks—it’s pretty obvious.”

“You’re seeing things,” you said firmly. “We’re complete opposites. And after the holidays, we’ll go our separate ways. It’s not like we’ll ever see each other again.”

Natasha’s smile softened. “Sometimes opposites work. And sometimes, taking a leap of faith is worth it.”

Meanwhile, Bradley found Jake lounging near a fire pit, sipping on a hot chocolate. He plopped down beside him, grinning.

“So, when’s the wedding?” Bradley teased.

Jake rolled his eyes but smirked. “Real original, Bradshaw. She’s just helping out with the festival.”

“Sure, sure,” Bradley said, nudging him. “You’re totally not into her.”

Jake didn’t answer right away, his gaze flickering toward the storage shed, where you and Natasha were still talking.

“She’s… different,” he admitted finally. “Not what I expected.”

Bradley grinned. “And that terrifies you, doesn’t it?”

Jake scoffed, trying to play it cool. “Please. She’d be lucky to have me.”

Bradley laughed, clapping him on the back. “Keep telling yourself that, Hangman.”

As the sun dipped lower, casting the town square in hues of gold and amber, Jake and you worked together to hang string lights. You balanced on a ladder, carefully stretching to hook a string over a tall beam. The lights swayed in your hand as you leaned a little too far, and suddenly, your footing slipped.

“Whoa!” you yelped, arms flailing.

Jake moved faster than you could react, his hands steadying you around the waist as you fell against him. He smirked, his green eyes alight with mischief. “How many times are you going to fall for me?”

You let out a shaky laugh, brushing off your embarrassment. “Maybe stop standing so close to ladders, and we’ll find out.”

He chuckled but kept his hands on you a moment longer before helping you down. “Alright, Hallmark Queen. Where’s the next string going?”

You arched an eyebrow. “You call me Hallmark Queen again, and you’ll be the one falling. Off the roof.”

But Jake’s attention drifted to your open planner on the table nearby. He picked it up, flipping through the meticulously organized pages, a mix of curiosity and amusement on his face. “What’s this? ‘Christmas Eve Fireworks Contingency Plan’? ‘Backup Hot Cocoa Recipe’?” He snorted. “Do you plan your whole life like this?”

You snatched the planner out of his hands, glaring at him. “It’s called being prepared. Not that you’d understand.”

Jake leaned against the table, folding his arms. “I just don’t get it. Why plan every little detail? Big moments—especially with people—are supposed to happen naturally. If you care about someone, it shouldn’t feel like a checklist.”

Your fingers tightened on the planner. “Maybe not everyone can afford to sit back and let things happen. Some of us have to make sure things work.”

“Work? It’s Christmas, not a military op. Relax a little,” he said, trying to keep the mood light.

But your voice turned icy. “Easy for you to say. You’ve probably coasted through life, grinning your way out of trouble. Not everyone gets that luxury.”

Jake frowned, sensing the sharpness beneath your words but unsure of its source. “Whoa. Where’s this coming from?”

You hesitated, struggling to keep your emotions in check. “It’s nothing. Just drop it.”

Jake tilted his head, studying you. “You know, for someone so good at planning everyone else’s joy, you’re pretty lousy at opening up about your own stuff.”

Your eyes flashed, and you bit out, “You wouldn’t get it. People like you never do. You joke, you charm, you let everything roll off your back—and when things fall apart, someone else has to fix it.”

The sting of your words hit him, but his gaze softened as he caught sight of a faded photo sticking out of the planner. It was of a woman with kind eyes, unmistakably your mother.

“Is this your mom?” he asked gently.

You stiffened, snatching the photo away, as if protecting a piece of yourself. “Just leave it.”

Jake hesitated, sensing the depth of your guardedness but unable to stop himself from saying, “You know, sometimes you’re so uptight, it’s like you were raised by a drill sergeant.”

Your breath caught, and you turned on him, your voice trembling with barely restrained anger. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. And maybe if people around me weren’t so carefree, I wouldn’t have to be this way!”

Jake’s frustration bubbled over. “Carefree, huh? So I’m the problem now? Maybe people like you should try letting go for once instead of trying to control everything.”

Your voice rose, shaking with emotion. “Control? You think I want to be this way? I have to be. Because if I’m not, then everything—everything—falls apart.”

The rawness in your tone caught him off guard, but before he could respond, you stepped closer, your words cutting deep. “You think life’s just a series of lucky breaks, Jake? It’s not. Some of us have to fight for every bit of security we get. And I plan because it’s the only way to make sure no one else feels as lost as I did.”

Jake faltered, realizing too late he’d hit a nerve he didn’t understand. “I didn’t mean—”

“Forget it,” you interrupted, your voice breaking. You turned to walk away but froze when he called after you.

“Hey,” he said, his tone quieter now. “I wasn’t trying to—”

You stopped, glancing back over your shoulder, tears glinting in your eyes. “Save it, Jake. Just stick to the lights.”

As you walked away, Jake rubbed the back of his neck, guilt and confusion warring within him. Watching your retreat, he muttered to himself, “Way to go, Seresin. Real smooth.”

A/N: IM BACK BABY. I know the holiday season is over but I am finishing this story doesnt matter if christmas and new years passed. This wont be the only fight they have im afraid but its a romcom anythin can ba solve. Or can it? Thank you so much for youre support. Don't forget to comment, like and reblog, so I know if you are enjoying it. Please do tell me your thoughts on the story. Love you guys and thanks for reading <3

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I am still working on fics so here is a snippet from the latest upcoming chapter of From Ruins We Grow to prove it:

“Fingon has returned to life,” said Mahtan.

The two of them sat by the fireplace, sharing a pot of tea as the snow fell outside. Necel was curled up beneath the bed, having stuffed herself on the sardine treats Mahtan had brought with him. The conversation had been pleasant enough beforehand, moving from project ideas to harmless news from Tirion. Mahtan’s words chilled Fëanor’s heart.

“Has he?” Fëanor tried to swallow down the bitter envy that rose up in his throat. “I suppose Nolofinwë is pleased.”

“Your half-brother is still in the Halls,” said Mahtan. There was a weariness to him, as though expecting a familiar argument to start, but also a strange gentleness. An understanding of how deeply Fëanor missed his sons. “As are the rest of his children and Arafinwë’s, save Finrod. Fingon is the second of Finwë’s grandchildren to come back.”

“I see.”

What else could Fëanor say to that?

He’d seen the tapestry of Maedhros’ capture and torture, of those damn cliffs and Fingon’s rescue. What parent wouldn’t be haunted by the sight of their child’s broken, dangling body? What parent wouldn’t be grateful to whoever saved them from such horror?

Though he wasn't surprised by the depth of Fingon’s devotion. It was almost laughable how everyone thought him unaware of the truth. Of course he knew Maedhros and Fingon loved one another. All of Valinor knew. A love that burned as bright as theirs was not subtle. But Fëanor had been upset by it and didn’t want to be - didn’t want his son to charge forth into a relationship out of spite, or worse, to limit his heart in an effort to appease his father - and so bit his tongue to ribbons and faked ignorance.

He assumed one of them - probably Fingon, who hated secrets and preferred honesty, even when lies would have made life smoother - would broach the topic sooner and later. In preparation for what seemed like the inevitable, Fëanor had planned out what to say when Fingon finally knocked on his door and asked for Maedhros’ hand. A whole speech, written out and memorized, with a series of questions and demands ending in acceptance.

Never, no matter his feelings towards Nolofinwë, did Fëanor want to stand in the way of Maedhros’ happiness.

But then Morgoth’s lies had dripped poison into his ears and everyone - brash, gold-hearted nephews included - became enemies. Spies, liars, wolves in sheep’s clothing threatening to tear apart all Fëanor held dear. All his good intentions to support his eldest son were forgotten as he ripped apart any chance of that love blooming into a peaceful union between their two families.

The silence stretched on in the cottage, turning uncomfortable. Fëanor forced himself to speak. “Has he adjusted to returning to life?”

“Not yet,” said Mahtan. “From what I have heard, Finrod is doing his best to help, but Valinor is much different than Beleriand. It shall take time. A long time.”

Fëanor stared into the fire. The flames were as red as his son’s hair. The flames had burnt his bright boy into ashes. “Has he asked about Maedhros?”

“Yes,” said Mahtan. “Every single day.”

#Maedhros and Feanor’s chapter has a lot of layers to work through #trying some different stuff with it #luckily it is winter now just like in my fic which makes coming up with descriptions easier!#life imitating art and all that #my writing #silmarillion #Feanor #Maedhros #Mahtan #Fingon

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tgmsunmontue · 2 days ago

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Season to Taste - 35/42 WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another.

PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN (interlude) ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FORTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY (interlude) TWENTYONE TWENTYTWO TWENTYTHREE TWENTYFOUR TWENTYFIVE TWENTYSIX TWENTYSEVEN TWENTYEIGHT TWENTYNINE THIRTY (interlude) THIRTYONE THIRTYTWO THRTYTHREE THIRTYFOUR

Family tree if you need/want it.

(No new warnings apply if you've been reading along, but explicit sex, very mild (soft?) D/s, little bit of praise kink raising its head and some pins put in conversation points...)

CHAPTER THIRTYFIVE

“Do you ever want to get married?”

“One day. Why? You asking?”

“You’ll know when I’m asking,” Jake says, poking Bradley in the side and making him squirm away from probing tickling fingers.

“Yeah? You going to ask me huh? What about if I ask you first?”

“Not really particular about how it happens to be honest… can’t imagine marrying anyone else. Can’t imagine my life without you in it…”

“Jake…” He’s pretty sure Jake hadn’t said any of that to be overly romantic, just his natural sweet nature coming out and Bradley loves how soft he is with him. “I can’t imagine my life without you either. Don’t want to.”

“Good. Glad we agree on that.”

“Would you wear a wedding ring? Or engagement ring?”

“Of course. Might be with my tags rather than on my finger though. You okay with that?”

“Yeah. Of course I am.”

… … …

Maria has been very fucking smug, tugging or patting his dog tags and the newly acquired ring that now hangs around his neck every time she gets within touching distance. She’s definitely not let him forget that she suspected Leo had a ring ready for him as well. He’s hugging everyone goodbye, and it’s odd flying out of Corpus Christi with so many of his family there, Leo and the Gallos as well, because usually he flies to New York to see him for a brief twenty-four hours before heading to his new station. But he’s going further inland for once, back to Fallon and he’s looking forward to it.

He kisses Leo goodbye, ignores the catcalling and wolf-whistles his assembled sisters give. He’s newly engaged and he’s allowed to be very glad it’s only three months and that Leo already has plans to come and visit in only six weeks. For three whole nights, an entire weekend. Jake’s already looking forward to it, suspects he won’t step outside his base accommodation for the duration of Leo’s stay, given how his previous shore and liberty leave has panned out when Leo is there. He can’t wait.

… … …

“You know… we could open a third Tartaruga in California. Now that you’re, you know, talking to your godfather…”

“Don’t say godfather like that, we’re not part of the Mafia…”

“I don't know, the family drama of it all, there being one man who holds all the power and everyone follows their orders or fears the repercussion? Sounds very Mafia like to me.”

“Vi…”

“Bradley…”

“It’s… I don’t know if I’m ready to spread myself so thin again. Not with Ice’s health the way it is, and then the whole family thing. And now a wedding to plan…”

“If you think you’re getting any say on the wedding with Jake’s sisters in the picture coupled with Silvia? I mean… I’d tell you to elope if I didn’t think they’d kill you both.”

“Ugh. I know… and we don’t care about the wedding you know? We both care about the marriage, and having that little piece of paper to show just how committed we are. But…”

“But it’s going to be a massive fucking family reunion of epic proportions and you better be prepared for your wedding ceremony to simply be one of the highlights.”

“We’re both okay with that. It’ll be kind of nice. But I’m glad I’m not going to be around while they fight out where the wedding should be.”

“I still think you should have two…”

“Can you imagine trying to organize two?” Bradley groans, banging his head against her shoulder in an attempt to elicit some sympathy but she pushes him off.

“You aren’t going to be doing any organizing anyway… Nonna’s olive grove would be nice. For a small and quiet ceremony anyway.”

“Huh. Yeah… it would be. Civil ceremony anyway.”

“Yep. And that will be the ace in Jake’s sisters’ hands…” Bradley snorts, rubs at his face and eyes, feeling very tired all of a sudden. “So. New restaurant?”

“Ugh. How, why, is that an easier topic of conversation than my wedding?”

“Because we don’t actually have to follow through on the restaurant,” Violet says with a laugh and Bradley groans, but she has a point. “And I was thinking, staying on theme but without using russo or arancione. How do you feel about Scheggia?”

“Fuck no… that sounds awful. No-one will be able to pronounce it. And Splinter? Really?”

“Thought it was fitting with the whole old-mentors living there… and how your relationship with them was for so long…”

“Splintered. Haha. Very clever… Not like that now though.”

“I know. How did Jake take it anyway, when you told him?”

“Fuck. I completely forgot.”

“Forgot? Or too busy fucking?”

“Uh… both?”

“Well, at least you’re honest.”

“Yeah… I don’t know how to tell him. But I really need to.”

“Well, you said you wanted to do it person, but you keep either conveniently forgetting or getting distracted…”

“Sue me. My boyfriend is hot.”

“Fidanzato,” Vi corrects and Bradley can’t help the fact that his grin gets wider.

“Yeah. Fidanzato.”

“Ugh. You’re sickening.”

… … …

“I’m a promised man Phoenix.”

“Yeah? Your Rooster finally propose huh?”

“I asked him. Beat him to it.”

“Of course you did. Well, I admit I have ulterior motives, but I’m happy for you Bagman…”

“You’ll actually have to meet him now. Probably at the wedding if you’re on leave…”

He wonders if he should try and introduce them when Leo comes to stay, except those are precious moments and he knows he doesn’t like sharing when he’s not on proper leave.

“You don’t need to invite me to the wedding Bagman…”

“With how much food there’s probably going to be, I need people that know how to eat…”

“What are you implying?”

“That you have a healthy appetite and you’ll appreciate the food, if nothing else.”

“Hmm. I guess I can come. If I’m available.”

“Glad to hear it. Date is still… undecided. Turns out my ancestors and Leo’s are all like, related.”

“Uh… okay?” Phoenix says, and she’s grimacing and Jake runs through the words and realizes his mistake and laughs, shakes his head.

“Oh. He’s not… he’d be like my fourth cousin once removed I think? But he’s adopted pretty much so… we’re not actually related. Fiancés now though.”

“Yeah… what has that got to do with the date being undecided?”

“Oh. Our wedding is going to be a massive family reunion I guess. I just left my sisters in charge with Leo’s parents, told them they can hash it out because as long as I’m married to Leo at the end of the day I don’t care what else happens…”

“You don’t want to look good?”

“Trace, I always look good.”

She rolls her eyes at that and Jake just laughs, because nothing can bring him down.

… … …

Six weeks fly by, and he flies out to California to visit Ice. Vi has insisted on coming with him, both to finally meet Ice and Maverick, and then to Fallon, saying she’s more than happy to get her own hotel room and entertain herself. It’s a little out-of-character but he doesn’t want to pry, because she’ll tell him if he needs to know. They don’t get as much time just the two of them any more so he’s happy to go along with it. He gets the taxi to drop her off at the hotel first before settling back for the drive to the base. He remembers vaguely coming here once as a kid, visiting Ice he thinks and he still has to figure out exactly how to break the existence of that relationship to Jake. Not that he expects Jake to be upset or angry, or even really surprised. Jake knows Slider and a couple of others that Bradley is more friendly with. None of them are as highly ranked as Ice though. None of them have quite the same reputation that Mav does.

He hitches his bag over his shoulder, knocks on the door for the address Jake gave him and waits. Then the door opens, he’s being pulled inside by the strap of his bag, then it’s being taken from him and thrown toward the sofa and Jake’s mouth is on his for the briefest of moments before Jake is then kissing along his jaw. His fingers are on Bradley’s fly, pulling the zipper down and unhooking his belt with practiced fingers and he groans, wiggles a bit to help them fall down.

“Fuck Jake…”

“Mmm… missed you.”

“Yeah? Never would have guessed…” Bradley says with a laugh, his head hitting the wall behind him as Jake palms his cock through his underwear. He’s been half-hard for the last twelve hours, since this morning when he’d fingered himself and slicked up the plug Jake has deemed his favorite. He’s rapidly shifting to full hardness with the attention and he wonders exactly what Jake has planned.

“First time we’ve been apart since we got engaged…” Jake murmurs into the shell of his ear and he’s reminded just how sweet and sappy Jake can be. “I’m going to make you come so hard and so fast. Then I’m going to spend all day tomorrow keeping you right on the edge… see if we can make a new record.”

“Fuck…” Bradley breathes, because sweet and sappy Jake is also hot and possessive Jake. Bradley lets himself melt and relax under his fingers and lips. “Yes please…”

“Mmm. Thought you’d like that idea. Come on, let me take you to bed.”

… … …

He learnt early on in their relationship that Leo really likes it when Jake marks him up, which is good because Jake has come to really enjoy leaving the marks. Learnt that he can make Leo come even harder if he presses on some marks a little. So he’s started leaving a couple the first time the have sex after they’ve been apart; has caught Leo looking at his reflection and running fingers over the marks with a soft smile on his face. Seeing that had made Jake finally feel like Leo liked the pain, wasn’t just saying words he thought Jake wanted to hear.

“Did you do what I asked?” Jake asks, and he knows Leo will have, he’s never not followed Jake’s suggestions or instructions. But it’s how Leo responds to the question that Jake waits for, to judge just what kind of mood Leo is in. Jake will let it guide him, trusts Leo now to also say what he needs or wants.

“Why don’t you check and find out…”

Little bit bratty it is then, and he’s never spanked Leo, but sometimes he wonders. When he’s slapped his ass in passing, Jake’s definitely noted the sharp inhale, and if he’s looking for it the widening of Leo’s pupils with arousal. Of course, it’s not exactly conclusive evidence but maybe something worth exploring. To talk about when they have more time. Right now though he wants to simply gather him in his arms and sink his cock into him. Leo is so relaxed and trusting, it turns him on more and more each time.

Their clothes get shoved off without any ceremony and he loves that they’re still like this even after three years. He runs a curious finger between Leo’s ass cheeks, feels the flare of the plug, the slickness of lube. Captures Leo’s lips in another kiss, bites at his bottom lip and lets his fingers dig in hard on his hip, savors the prickle of Leo’s moustache against his lip and the jerk of his body toward Jake, savors the way his body jitters a little before he settles under Jake’s hands.

He thinks of the times when he’s tied Leo’s hands with his apron strings, stopping him from touching himself, even though he won’t if Jake tells him not to. Remembers seeing the faint red marks the strings had left afterwards, not deep or cutting, but pressed into Leo’s skin and yeah, he really wants to talk about that as well, when they don’t barely have longer than forty-eight hours together. Right now Leo is shuffling up the bed on his back like an awkward looking crab, trying to push off the blankets with one foot while he reaches for Jake at the same time. Everything they need is already at hand and he follows Leo up the bed, presses him down and licks over a nipple before sinking his teeth in just to the side.

Leo’s body arches off the bed but Jake is used to it now, was already pressing him back and digging his teeth a little harder, feels Leo’s cock jerk against his thigh where he’s grinding against him. Hard and fast. That’s what he promised. He reaches for the pump bottle of lube, gets his hand slick and then wraps it around both their cocks, slotting them together as he shifts and grinds, not letting go from where he’s sucking what will be a purpling bruise on Leo’s chest. One he can suck and press later and make Leo see stars.

“Jake…”

“Uh uh uh… hands above your head baby.”

Leo squirms but does exactly what he asks, there’s no headboard with convenient slats for Leo to slip his fingers around. Instead Jake watches as he grips a pillow tightly, muscles in his arms flexing and he hums his approval, goes back to sucking at the same spot. He pulls back and sits up, stops stroking their cocks and lets go completely, looks down at the flushed splotches all over Leo’s body, mouth slack, eyelids flickering and Jake grips Leo’s hip and digs his fingers in hard before letting go and reaching up to slide two fingers into Leo’s mouth.

“Make them nice and wet for me…”

While Leo sucks on his fingers Jake taps on the base of the plug, a little meanly because he knows it’s resting on Leo’s prostate. Leo’s cock jerks and dribbles a little and Jake knows Leo probably hasn’t gotten himself off for two days; Jake just asked him to try. He’s pretty confident he has maybe done very well.

“You been waiting for this a while?”

Leo nods around his fingers, doesn’t stop sucking and Jake presses a quick kiss to the middle of his chest.

“You’re so good for me…”

Unlike Leo, Jake has come recently, but he’s hard, thinking about what he wants to do. Wants to fuck him until Leo comes. Twice. Hard and fast and then Jake can just lie behind him and grind away, take his time, really drag it out until Leo is almost crying from the overstimulation. He’d promised hard and fast. But he’d kept this up his sleeve, wants to surprise Leo with it because it’s something he’d mentioned in one of their phone calls. They’ve gotten very good at phone sex, but also talking when they’re apart is good too. Let’s them really dig into things sometimes. What they want to do to each other when they’re next together is usually a favorite, especially after they’ve already gotten each other off.

He slides the plug out, gets more lube. Leo was clearly generous but Jake has plans so he uses more than usual and then wipes his hand in the towel. Looks back at Leo to find him being watched under hooded eyes and he slips his fingers out of his mouth and bends down to kiss him, wiping his fingers on the bedsheet. Leo is shifting, getting impatient and he slaps a hand on his hip to still him and Leo’s entire body shudders.

Okay. Definitely talking about that then. Later though.

He urges Leo over onto all fours, urges him to the edge so Jake can stand, knows this is going to be best for leverage and fuck he’s a gorgeous sight, body all flushed, ass in the air, hole slick with lube, shoulders pressed into the bed like he’s already bracing himself and yeah, Jake isn’t going to make him wait. Quickly wipes himself and reaches for a condom when he hears Leo mumble and he pauses.

“I… you don’t… uh… we should talk about that…”

“What?”

“Condoms. I’m… uh.”

Oh.

Jake thinks he gets what Leo is trying to say, but yeah, they should apparently have several more conversations when they aren’t naked and in the middle of sex. He can talk about it though, pretend he is, watch Leo fall apart thinking about it. Knows he can’t see what Jake is doing so tries to be quiet as he tears the foil and slides the condom on.

“You think about me fucking you bare?” Jake asks as he pushes in, and the little high-pitched whine Leo makes telling him more than enough. “So hot and tight around me baby. Feel so good. Always do…”

“Jake…”

“Yeah baby, I’ve got you…” He let’s his fingers grip as hard as he needs to, pulling and holding Leo’s ass and hips as he fucks into him, setting a brutal pace. “You want to feel me come inside you huh? You jerk off thinking about that?”

“Yes.”

Jake groans, thinks about it, thinks about just letting himself come and then going soft while still inside Leo’s body.

“Fuck. Touch yourself… don’t hold back Leo, want you to come as soon as you’re ready. Come on…”

He pulls out every little trick he knows, lets his pace pick up and shifts his angle to ensure the head of his cock is pressing into Leo’s prostate with every inward thrust, his fingers on his hips pulling and holding Leo to him, reaches around and scrapes his nails over one of Leo’s nipples before letting his hand travel around and scrape down the long line of his back, watches the skin turn white from the pressure as he watches Leo’s arm jacking himself off.

“Come on baby… want you to come for me… be good for me now…”

Leo comes with a sob and Jake runs soothing hands down his back and over his hips, lets himself just enjoy the closeness and the feeling of a job well done, a little smug that he knows Leo so well. He pulls out carefully, encourages Leo onto his side and further up the bed, makes a half-assed attempt at wiping away Leo’s come from the bed sheet. His hands are gentle now that he’s left plenty of marks to make Leo happy and for him to pay attention to later.

Now is for him, and as he settles behind Leo and he thinks about the next time he does this, maybe even an early morning, not having to worry about fishing out a condom. Just sliding into Leo’s body and he groans as he pushes back in, rocking his hips in a slower longer drawn-out pace, because he’s going to keep doing this until Leo gets hard again and then, and only then will Jake let himself come.

… … …

“Back with me…?” Jake asks, pressing soft kisses along his hairline and Bradley feels woozy, his blood still far too occupied elsewhere in his body to assist his brain with coherent thought.

“Mmm. If that’s engaged sex I cannot wait for married sex…”

“Baby, we’re like fine wine. We’re only going to get better as we age.”

“You don’t like wine…” Bradley mumbles and feels Jake laugh rather than hears him.

“God I love you.”

“Mmm. Love you too…”

He lies there in the quiet, lets Jake hold him close, obligingly takes sips of water when offered the bottle, can’t help the smile on his face. He’s just so profoundly happy, can’t imagine life getting better than it is right in the moment. His stomach rumbles and he feels Jake laugh again and it’s one of his favorite feelings, Jake holding him and happy.

“I am planning on feeding you. I was hoping to take you out to dinner and introduce you to one of my friends, but she apparently has better things to do. She passes on her thanks and gratitude though, apparently I’m always in a much better mood when I come back from seeing you…”

“Hmm. I wonder why that is.”

“Sounds like something we should look into…”

“Yeah? Do some research?” Bradley asks

“Yeah. Definitely. Come up with a scientific method. Test it over and over…”

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do that.”

THIRTY-SIX

#Season to taste #Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #AU

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enlynstory · 3 days ago

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⟢𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉

Pairing: Non-idol Sunoo x Reader. Synopsis: On her day off, Y/n’s best friend Sunoo confesses his feelings—for someone else—but it turns out they’ve both been secretly in love with each other all along. Warning:Themes of unspoken feelings and relationship changes. Wc: 1,675

There’s nothing better than a day off from work—the freedom of having no responsibilities weighing on my shoulders, just a day for me, myself, and I.

That was until a certain someone stormed through my apartment door, yelling, “get your ass over here, now!” After a couple of months, I realized giving him a key to my apartment might not have been the brightest idea.

A sigh escapes my lips as I walk into the living room, a hint of irritation bubbling up. “Yes, Sunoo, do you need something?” I watch him stand there, frowning.

“Look, I’m sorry to bother you on your day off,” he says with a sigh, “but I really need your help.” My brows raise in confusion, slightly urging him to go on. “There’s this girl…”

In an instant, my irritation faded. I wasn’t angry anymore that he barged into my apartment at 10 in the morning-no, I was just…disappointed. Disappointed in the fact that he had a crush on a girl that wasn’t me.

My best friend, the one I’d had a crush on for over a year, just confirmed that my suspicions were true-he liked someone else. And of all days, he had to drop this on me today, of all days, my precious day off.

It’s not like I could tell him not to like another girl, so I push my feelings aside and keep the conversation going. “What about this girl?” I sigh, before adding, “Are you planning to confess, ask her out, get her a gift—what’s the plan?”

I watch as he runs a hand through his silky hair before answering, “Kind of… all of those things?” There’s a questioning look on his face, like he’s uncertain about something.

“You seem nervous about this. How about we start small?” I suggest, offering a tight smile, trying to ease his nerves.

“Maybe hang out with her more, make her more fond of you,” I suggest, my voice soft but firm. “Get to know her better, find out what she likes. It’s less about grand gestures at first and more about showing her who you are.” I pause, watching him closely. “And if she starts to feel comfortable around you, then maybe you can take the next step—ask her out, or make your feelings clear.”

I clear my throat, waiting for him to say something-literally anything-after my little speech. His wide-eyed expression makes me chuckle. “You good there?” I ask, half-teasing. He doesn’t respond immediately, only taking a step back before sitting down on my couch, looking like he’s processing something.

“I’m scared to tell her… what if she doesn’t feel the same?” he mutters, his head hanging a little low. I sigh, trying to ease his anxiety. “You never know. Honestly, anyone who wouldn’t like you back is crazy,” I say, offering him a reassuring smile. “You’re a great guy, Sunoo. If she can’t see that, then she’s the one missing out.”

This is the first time I’ve seen him this nervous, and it kind of makes me nervous too. It’s not something I’m used to—seeing him this unsettled. I take a breath, trying to calm both of us down. “Just stay calm, don’t rush this. Really think about it. This isn’t something you have to start immediately.” I offer a small, encouraging smile. “Take your time. There’s no deadline on this kind of thing.”

His eyes lift, finally meeting mine, and I notice a newfound courage in his gaze. “Oh?” I tease, raising an eyebrow. “Seems the oh-so-confident Sunoo is back. Was starting to think I almost lost you there for a second.” A smile spreads across his face as he shifts, looking more relaxed. “Can I stay here today?” he asks, his tone light but hopeful.

I meet his hopeful gaze with a generous smile. “No.”

He freezes for a second, eyes widening. “What? Come on, I—”

“Nope,” I cut him off, holding up a hand like I’m giving a life-altering verdict. “You barged in here uninvited at 10 a.m. on my day off. I’m not letting you ruin my peace with your dramatic love life.”

He pouts, crossing his arms. “You’re harsh.”

I shrug. “Tough love. You’ll survive.”

He groans, flopping back onto the couch dramatically. “I can’t believe this,” he mutters, staring at the ceiling as if it holds the answers to life’s toughest questions.

It was silent for a few seconds, and it felt like something in the air had shifted. “Honestly, I don’t want to wait that long…” he confessed, his voice softer now, more vulnerable. “I want her to know that I like her already. We’ve known each other long enough, and we know each other so well that I feel like we don’t even need to get to know each other anymore.”

His eyes flickered up to meet mine, and I felt my breath hitch, the weight of his words sinking in. There was a sudden tension between us, thick enough to almost choke on.

“She even gave me the key to her apartment,” he continued, his voice almost a whisper, “knowing I’m the type of person who’d show up whenever I want.”

I froze, not sure what to say next. The subtle hint in his words wasn’t lost on me. “Sunoo, what are you saying?”

“You,” he said, standing up from the couch, his voice steady but filled with something I hadn’t expected. “I like you, Y/n. I always have… I just never knew how to tell you.”

As if a thousand bricks had been dropped on my head, I feel my heart pounding in my chest and my head feels like it is spinning. I gulp down my nervousness, not knowing how to respond “I…uhm”

“It’s okay if you don’t know what to say, or if you don’t feel the same.” He let out a loud sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he continued, “I just needed to get it off my chest.”

I nod silently, still at a loss for words. I wasn’t exactly prepared for my crush to come crashing into my brain at 10 a.m. like a wrecking ball. As if on cue, he starts walking away, probably assuming I wasn’t going to say anything.

“Where are you going?” I ask quietly, feeling a tightness in my chest. “You didn’t even let me talk.”

He pauses, turning around slowly, his face etched with a frown. “You don’t have to say anything, Y/n. I just wanted you to know… and I don’t want it to ruin our friendship.”

I scoff, shaking my head. “And you think not talking this out won’t ruin our friendship?” I take a step toward him, my heart pounding like it’s about to leap out of my chest. “You think I don’t feel the same about you?”

“Sunoo, I like you… I always have. And as much as I hate to admit it,” I pause, my breath catching, “I’ve been terrified of saying it. But now you’ve gone and said it first.”

He blinks at me, his expression a mix of surprise and relief. For a second, neither of us says anything, just standing there, letting the words hang in the air between us. The tension is thick, like everything’s shifted but we’re both still trying to figure out what comes next.

“You—” he starts, but I cut him off before he can finish.

“Yeah, I’m an idiot, I know.” I laugh nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. “I spent so much time trying to hide it, and you’re over here spilling your guts like it’s nothing.” I take another step toward him, my heart still racing. “But honestly… I was just waiting for you to say something, too.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, and I can see the weight lifting off his shoulders. “Well, glad I didn’t mess that up then,” he says with a quiet chuckle, his eyes softening.

I smile back, feeling the world settle just a little bit. “Yeah, you didn’t mess it up… this time.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, so there’s a chance I could mess it up in the future?”

I give him a playful shove. “I mean, you’ve got a track record of barging into my apartment uninvited at 10 a.m. So, who knows? One wrong move and I might kick you out again.”

He laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Fair enough, I’ll be on my best behavior. Promise no more surprise entrances.”

I smirk. “Good. And next time, maybe bring coffee.”

He grins, stepping closer. “Deal.”

“Deal.” I repeat after him.

“So, what does this make us?” I ask, a smile tugging at my lips as I step closer to him, suddenly finding the courage to grab both of his hands.

He looks down at our intertwined fingers, his expression softening, then meets my eyes. “I don’t know… but I’m guessing ‘officially complicated’ isn’t the answer you’re hoping for?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Complicated works. I’m not asking for anything perfect.”

He grins, squeezing my hands gently. “Then, I guess it makes us… us.”

I bite my lip, holding his gaze. “Yeah… us sounds good.”

“Perfect.” I say smiling like a clown.

“Perfectly perfect,” he adds with a grin, tugging me toward the couch to sit with him. “So, what movie are we watching?”

I glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Well, considering how this conversation went, I’m thinking something really light and romantic. Like a documentary on rocks.”

He laughs, throwing his head back. “Rocks, huh? You sure you’re not secretly a geologist?”

I snort. “Hey, they’re fascinating! But fine, we can watch something less educational. Maybe a rom-com. But only if you promise not to judge me when I start crying halfway through.”

He grins, leaning back into the couch. “Deal. I’ll bring the tissues—and I’m not even going to pretend I don’t know all the cheesy lines by heart.”

I laugh, pressing play. “You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d kick you off the couch for that.”

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heartsforjh · 2 days ago

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Reader is at a beach party for her 21st birthday (at night), and her childhood bestie will Smith, the sj hockey player, not the actor. Will organizes her birthday party, inviting her friends and some hockey players.....one of them being THE connor bedard, sometime during the night Reader and connor chat, and she brings up how she still hasn't had a first kiss, so Connor, who is alrdy starting to rlly like her, gives her her first magical kiss....that's all thankyouuuuu

of course! 🫶 sorry for it taking forever!

“where are we, Will?” you ask, a mix of curiosity and nervousness in your voice. you sit in his car, eyes closed, trying to piece together where he’s taking you as you feel him park.

“y/n, calm down! i’m not going to kill you!” he says with a chuckle.

“maybe not purposely!” you shoot back crossing your arms. you hear his seat belt unbuckle and the car door open, then shut. even though this whole surprise thing has you uneasy, you trust him enough to keep your eyes closed. he’s been excited about this for weeks, so you play along, although you’re pretty sure it’s a surprise party.

a moment later, your door opens, and he takes your hand to help you out of the car. “come on.” he says, leading you forward.

“Will, if you let me fall, you’re not making it to this surprise alive.” you warn as you carefully follow him, feeling the ground under you shift.

“relax y/n.” he laughs, his grip steady on your hand. “i’ve got you.”

the ground turns soft beneath your feet, the air smells of salt water, and you can hear waves. a small smile creeps onto your face. “ohhh, we’re at the beach!”

“y/n! stop guessing!” Will protests, voice full of amusement. “you’re going to ruin it for yourself.”

you hear the crashing of waves and feel the warm air as he leads you closer. finally, he stops walking, and you hear him laugh softly.

“alright, y/n, open your eyes!”

you hesitate for a moment, feeling the anticipation build, before you finally open them.

“surprise!”

the word echoes around you, and you blink as your eyes adjust. a group of people stand in front of you, all smiling. there’s so many faces staring back at you— some you know, some you don’t. the sight of it all makes your eyes widen.

“happy birthday!” Will says proudly, pulling you into a hug. you laugh, wrapping your arms around him.

“do you like it? i planned you a party!” he says, pulling back to look at you, his face beaming with excitement.

you smile, still a little stunned. “i see that. i do like it, thank you!”

the beach is popping with activity— a large fire pit in the center of everyone, letting off a warm glow compared to the dark night sky. people mingle around the coolers and folding chairs set out. the laughter is a perfect mix with the beautiful beach scene.

after thanking Will again, you watch as he heads off to chat with macklin, one of your mutual friends. you take a moment to soak everything in before deciding to walk around and greet everyone.

that’s when you see him.

next to one of the coolers, there a blonde boy pouring himself a drink. he’s a good height, dressed nice, and there’s something about him that draws you in immediately. you're not 100% on what it is. however, you don’t think it’s just that you’ve never seen him before. you surprise yourself by wasting no time walking toward him. normally, you’d hesitate, but tonight, something about him makes you want to take the chance.

“hi!” you say with a smile.

he turns, and when his eyes meet yours, his smile grows. he sticks out his hand, a little awkwardly, but it’s endearing. “hi. nice to meet you. i’m connor.”

you shake his hand and return his smile. “nice to meet you too, connor. i’m y/n. thanks for coming.”

“oh, yeah. it’s no problem. my team’s playing the sharks soon so i’m in town right now ” he explains. then, as if remembering something, he adds, “happy birthday, by the way.”

“thank you,” you say, feeling your nerves ease as you both fall into a natural feeling conversation.

the minutes blur together as you talk, the energy of the party fading into the background. It’s just you and connor, your words flowing freely, until eventually, the alcohol in your systems begins to take hold, making you both a little bolder, a little closer.

“so ummm… do you—do you have a boyfriend?” he asks, his previous confidence faltering as the nerves start to creep back in.

“no! i haven’t ever even kissed a guy before!” you say, clearly not thinking about how embarrassed that would make you if it weren’t for the drinks in your system.

connor’s jaw drops instantly, eyes big and full of emotion. “you haven’t? how have you never kissed a guy before?”

you shake your head, shrugging like it’s not big deal. “i just haven’t.”

For a second, he stares at you, processing your answer. Then, before he can stop himself, he blurts out, “I can be your first kiss.”

truthfully, he knows he’ll probably look back on his boldness and cringe. regardless, he can’t help but label it as tomorrows problem and move on.

“really?!” you ask, your heart skipping a beat.

“uhhh yeah. i mean, i really like you so far. you’re great. it can be one of my birthday gifts to you.” he says, a bit more confidence in his tone now that he’s seen your giddiness about the idea.

your smile softens, whatever had you being crazy outgoing, immediately leaving as you turn shy. “okay. sure. i’d like that.”

connor smiles at your response, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort. “are you sure y/n?”

you nod almost immediately, your heart pounding in your chest. this could actually be the moment—your first kiss. “i’m sure connor.”

he nods, stepping closer, the space between you disappearing. he reaches up, brushing a piece of hair from your face, before letting his hand rest on your cheek, gently stroking it. the small gesture combined with the closeness sends shivers down your spine.

“alright.” he says softly, his voice steady but warm as his eyes lock with yours. “just tell me if you want me to stop.”

you can only bring yourself to nod again, your gaze fixed on his, lips slightly parted in anticipation. slowly, he leans in, giving you every opportunity to pull away—but of course you don’t.

the very second your lips connect, you suddenly understand all the cheesy descriptions about first kisses that take people’s breath away. everything around you completely fades. the kiss is soft and careful, giving you butterflies at how gentle he’s being with you. it’s obvious he’s savoring the moment—as are you. the faint taste of his drink lingers, only adding to the rush of it all.

when he pulls back, his face hovers close to yours, his breath warm against your skin. he looks at you like he’s trying to analyze every bit of your expression. “wow… you’re really good at that for someone whose never done it before.”

your cheeks flush, and you laugh softly, looking down for a moment. “thank you.”

connor grins, his earlier nerves replaced by something more natural and comforting. “also, just so you know, i didn’t just say that because i didn’t get you a real present. i got you a gift card!”

you let out a small laugh at him trying to unnecessarily clarify the situation like a dork. “you didn’t have to get me anything but thank you, connor. if you don’t mind, though… can we try that first gift out one more time?”

for a moment he looks genuinely confused. “what—you wanna go use the starbucks gift card right now?”

your smile falters slightly, as your advance goes right over his head.

“i’m joking.” he says, with an amused look in his eyes and a teasing grin. “we can try that out as many times as you want birthday girl.”

before you can even respond he’s pulling you back in for another incredible kiss.

i hope you like it! i got a little carried away with this one and it’s kinda of sort of really really really long! 😭 thank you for the request! i love writing for the boys who don’t usually get a lot of attention here on tumblr! <3

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✧*̥˚ Four Leaf Clover *̥˚✧

⋆. .☘︎₊˚⭑ a/n - Hi!! this is my first time writing and publishing a story so constructive criticism is welcome!! This first chapter is more of a world building one as i want to turn this into a series if you guys enjoy it and ask for more!! thank you for taking the time to read this :))

⋆. .☘︎₊˚⭑ word count - 1820

⋆.☘︎₊˚⭑ content - Oliver Aiku x fem reader, strangers to lovers, u-20 game, reader plays hard to get, pretty slow slow burn,

⋆.☘︎₊˚⭑ synopsis - You and your friends go to see the u-20 vs blue lock game together when you notice him: Oliver Aiku. Spotting you in the crowd he thinks " I must have her". But what happens when you aren't as easy to persuade as the girls hes used to getting.

Oliver always worked hard for what he wanted. Nothing was ever just handed to him and he never wished for it to be like that, the feeling of pushing himself too his absolute limit to get the one thing he desired most made him excited and thats why he loved soccer so much.

It was just another game he thought, the u-20 vs something called blue lock? He didn’t know too much about the other team or the people who were on it and honestly he didnt care too. Cocky? Maybe a little, but he had faith that his team would come out of this game victorious like always, and he didn’t expect this one game to change that.

You had been looking forward to this match all week, you and a couple friends planned to see it together. it was the only thing keeping you going through your very stressful finals. you needed something that could help you unwind and plus youve never been to a soccer game in person before especially not one this big. So it was rather exciting and new for you.

You had finally finished getting ready when your friend calls you. Shes outside ready to leave, so you grab your belongings and walk towards the door, the wind hitting your face as you walk out. It was a beautiful day outside, its the middle of fall so the leaves are turning colors and falling off the trees. You step on one hearing a nice crunching sound. You make your way to the car finally entering it.

“Woahhh you look cute!!” Sophi exclaims; the excitement ringing through her voice

“Thank you!! I put so much thought into it and….”

Your words start to blend together as she starts the car and pulls out the drive way. You talk the entire car ride there but she doesn’t mind, she listens to you ramble and even asks questions; thats just the type of person she is. Thirty minutes later, you’re there: the blue lock arena. Its huge and crowded filled with stands for food and merchandise. You have never seen this many people in one place at one time this must be a huge match you thought.

You spend a while walking around with sophi looking for your other friends, you zone out but cant help but be intrigued by the other side conversations happening, everyone sounds so passionate about this match.

“Can you believe it sae itoshi is really going to play with u-20!!”

“Really?? We cant miss this we need to hurry and get to our seats”

“Shidou ryuisuke is going to be playing with u-20 too, i didnt expect that because hes a total random”

“Isnt he also from the blue lock program?? Why is he playing with u-20”

“ [NAMEEEE], SOPHIII “ you freeze hearing someone call out your name quite loudly bringing you back to reality

“ [NAME] LOOK RIGHT HERE ITS ME” you look around scanning the area when you see her.

“ OH HANA OH MY GOSH” you scream, you havent seen hana in forever since she attends a different university making your friendship mostly long distance.

You give her a hug squealing as sophi approaches from behind you and gives hana a hug aswell. You guys spend the time walking to your seats catching up. School, life, relationships. You want to know everything especially because its been so long since your iconic trio has been together like this.

You guys are mid conversation when you start to hear it, the chanting “JAPAN! JAPAN! JAPAN! JAPAN!!!” The chanting is so loud its practically damaging your eardrums.

“Look guys i think the players are coming out!!”

“WHAT??? SOPHI I CANT HEAR YOU” hana yells

“SHE SAID SHE THINKS THE PLAYERS ARE COMING OUT” i scream back, hoping maybe this time hana heard

“YEAH LOOK OVER THERE I SEE THEM” hana points them out coming from the entrance in the west

You all watch as the players walk out. You made sure to get pretty good seats so youre super close to the field and have a good view of each person. One by one they all walk out each member of u-20 comes out first;

1. Gen fukaku

2. Oliver aiku

3. Kazuma nio

4. Teppei neru

5. Miroku darai

6. Itsuki wakatsuki

7. Haru hayate

8. Kento cho

9. Teru kitsunezato

10. Sae itoshi

11. Shuto sendo

12. Ryusei shidou

Shortly after team blue lock makes their way to the field.

1. Gin Gagamaru

2. Jyubei aryu

3. Ikki niko

4. Hyoma chigiri

5. Kenya yukimiya

6. Tabito karasu

7. Seishiro nagi

8. Meguru bachira

9. Eita otoya

10. Rin itoshi

11. Yoichi isagi

12. Shoei barou

13. Reo mikage

14. Yo hiori

“Woah do you guys see number 10 on u-20??” Sophi asks a sparkle in her eye.

“Yeah why??” You and hana ask simultaneously.

“BECAUSE HE IS SOO CUTE” she crys out.

“NONONONONO DID YOU SEE RIN ITOSHI ON TEAM BLUE LOCK??” Hana says practically foaming at the mouth starting an argument between the two.

While they’re discussing who is finer of the two brothers you cant help but stare out at the 6’3 giant on the u-20 team. Hes tall, with nice healthy looking hair and two different colored eyes one blue the other green, exactly the same as his hair. His jawline is sharp and his facial features are very…?? There isn’t even a word to describe it, you can’t formulate one. But if you had to choose you would say perfect. Oliver Aiku is perfect.

“So who do you think is better [name]??” Sophi asks

“[name]??? Earth to [name] where are you??”

“[NAME]!!” sophi screams in your ear quickly startling you and gathering your attention.

“Huh, what sorry i was zoned out” you say left in a daze.

“Were you zoned out or were you just too busy looking number 2 up and down” hana chimes in slyly.

“what no i just was zoned out stop it!!” you say all flustered

You turn your attention back to the field, everyone’s setting up now getting into their starting positions. You look around for a second and come to a stop. Someones staring at you, you can feel it their eyes piercing your soul. You turn your head to find whoever is looking at you so intensely when you lock eyes with oliver aiku, he smiles at you giving you a smile so warm and genuine that it makes your heart race. You think for a second that maybe you’re tweaking, maybe the delusions are getting to you. So you turn your head breaking the eye contact you shared.

“Guys i think i just made eye contact with Oliver aiku and he smiled at me…” you say questionably.

“Are you serious?!?” Hana freaks out almost jumping out of her seat.

“Did you smile back??” Sophi asks intrigued by the whole situation.

Oh my god…you didnt smile back!?! Fear settles over you as you realize you didnt even return the sentiment not even a little. you didnt even smirk…. Your face twists as you come to your realization, sophi notices.

“Sooo im gonna take that as a no, you fumbled the bag [name]” she jokes

“Oh as if, like there was even a bag to fumble in the first place” you scoff knowing there was no way in hell you even had a chance with the number 1 defender in u-20.

“Aiku what are you staring off at, the games about to start get in position” sendo warns him.

“Sorry, your right sendo!” He shouts making his way to his area; center back thats where he plays.

Walking to his area, he ponders about the girl he just saw she was so… Gorgeous?? he doesn’t even know if that’s the most appropriate word for her. She was beyond that; she was ethereal. He wonders if there’s a chance that he will ever get to see her again I mean it’s highly unlikely but if there’s even a slither of hope he’ll go for it. Because he has to have it. He has to have her.

The whistle blows and the game finally starts sae Itoshi starts with the ball it’s U 20s kickoff. After a series of very complex passes and saves, nagi seishiro finally scores the first goal with his iconic intro to japan. The crowd is blaring, everyone is hype ready to see what blue lock has in store for this match.

Goal after goal, the winning team keeps swaying. With only a few seconds left on the clock Isagi positions himself in a place where he assumes the ball may fall. The crowd is over the roof, its so loud in the arena that you could probably hear it from way outside, even if you’re several miles away. The ball lands right where Isagi thought it would he kicks the ball…..and he scores. Isagi scores the winning shot for the u-20 game and blue lock wins 4-3, it was a very close win but still very much a win.

The match seems like it went by so fast thats how phenomenal it was. Everyone was so invested and tuned into it. You’re quite surprised with how the match turns out. Don’t be mistaken you know blue lock was amazing but you didn’t expect them to best the u-20. Everyone stands up to make their way out of the arena but you and your friends just sit there for a little watching as everyone leaves the field.

“Man that was such a good match” hana utters, shock still sounding in her voice from such a surprising match.

“I know right” sophi says mouth agape also still in shock.

You all sit there for a couple more seconds taking in your surroundings and processing your feelings all you can think is. “Damn that was truely an amazing match” Suddenly your thoughts are interrupted when you have the sudden urge to go use the restroom. I mean its not too surprising you did drink ALOT of soda during the game.

“Hana, sophi i have to use the bathroom” you announce.

“Okay lets go its time to leave anyways!!” Sophi vocalizes.

The trio makes their way to the bathroom swiftly. As you finish up you walk outside and hear a familiar manly voice. You continue walking, looking down not paying too much attention to your surroundings when you accidentally bump into someone. Without looking up you start profusely apologizing.

“Oh my gosh im so sorry, i wasnt paying attention and-“ he cuts you off.

“Its okay, you dont have to apologize so much it was an accident.” The man coos.

Wait that voice, ive heard it somewere you slowly begin to look up at the large figure infront of you. No way, you cannot be serious. There is no way you just ran into oliver aiku.

Chapter 1 end

︎ ⋆. .☘︎₊˚⭑ a/n - I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of “Four Leaf Clover”!! Like i said i am a new writer so constructive criticism is welcome!! Along with any ideas for future chapters if you have any!! Again thank you so much for reading and i hope you liked it :)).

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