#but I worry that suggesting it would ruin the friendship I already have with him and���yeah. sigh

[femboycharles]

my mum keeps suggesting I should try and arrange smth so I can hang out with this guy I have a big crush on more but like…I’m literally so nervous of it not working out

[fluff-lover]

Healing Touch | Chapter 5: Return Home

Chapter summary: You and Logan travel to Alberta in search for some answers as he slowly regains his memory.

Masterlist

This chapter contains a lot of Logan’s origin story, but it’s more based on the comic than the movie X-Men Origins: Wolverine.

7K words… who am I?

It’s been a few busy weeks to say the least.

After you and Logan agreed on working on his trauma together, you started having small sessions at night where you would use your power on him. In each session you placed your hands on each side of his head while he laid down on the lab’s bed and started healing his amnesia. You worked slowly, not wanting to trigger any bad memory without warning. 

There was only so much you could do, and there was no guarantee any of it would work. Your powers only worked on a physical level, meaning you could heal parts of Logan’s brain that didn’t heal on their own, despite his enhanced healing. But Charles saw this as an opportunity to train and even expand your powers, hoping that in time you would be able to heal the emotional type of wounds, or be the one to caused them.

Fragments of Logan’s memories began to resurface, scattered and incomplete, like pieces of a puzzle he wasn’t sure how to assemble. He remembered his parents: his mother, Elizabeth, and the man he believed to be his father, John Howlett. He could recall the house he’d grown up in, the details hazy but still familiar. He even knew his name wasn’t really Logan. But that was where the trail ended.

What had happened to them? How had he discovered his mutation? The answers felt just out of reach, buried beneath layers of fog he couldn’t penetrate, no matter how hard you tried.

In search of more answers, you started planning your trip to his childhood home: Howlett Estate. You would take a flight to Lloydminster and then drive for two hours to Cold Lake. Originally you suggested taking a smaller plane from Lloydminster to Cold Lake’s regional airport, but took pity on Logan’s distaste for flying and decided to rent a car instead.

You knew this would be hard on Logan, facing his memories and old traumas wasn’t easy, so you wanted to make sure this was a pleasant trip.

Coincidently, the trip took place during Jean and Scott’s wedding, so Logan wouldn’t be in the mansion during that time. Hopefully this trip would also help you rebuild your trust in Logan. Despite reassuring him over and over again that you’d forgiven him already, your friendship changed and required a lot of care to go back to how it was before.

The day of the flight you had maps, flyers and all kinds of accessories for your trip, and you had a blast going from one place to the other in the airport, getting lots of snacks and things to pass the time. Logan was never too far behind, following you around and indulging on anything you wanted.

Despite his nervousness, Logan enjoyed seeing you so excited and bubbly, but most importantly, so relaxed around him. He worried your friendship was ruined when he first hurt you but you were slowly building the trust back up.

It was only after you landed at Lloydminster and got in the rental that the real fun started. 

“I booked the cutest, cosiest looking Bed & Breakfast I could find, it’s adorable.” You said as you entered the address to the GPS. Logan groaned from the driver’s seat.

“I’m regretting this already.” He joked. “You know what? I take that back, I regretted this the moment you gave me a plane ticket.”

You laughed. 

“Oh come on! It wasn’t so bad! I took your nausea away, didn’t I?” 

His frown deepened.

“I still don’t like flying. If men were meant to fly, we would be born with wings.”

“Good thing I’m not a man.” You joked. “Be glad I got us a car instead of another flight for this part. Just drive, old man.” You said before opening a bag of snacks.

“Old man? Fuck off.”

You giggled.

“Aren’t you like a thousand years?”

Logan scoffed.

“...No.” He said after an awkward silence. “Your math is off. Also, don’t eat in the car, you’ll leave crumbs all over.”

You giggled again, and despite his grumpiness, Logan smiled.

“Whatever you say, grandpa.”

“Fuck you!” He said, but there was no malice in his voice. You just looked at him and took another bite of your snack.

“I’m hungry!” You said as an excuse. “Do you want some?”

“Nah, I’m fine. I don’t like candy.” He said, throwing you a look.

“Who the hell doesn’t like candy?” You asked dramatically “I think I have some Sour Patch kids around here, you’ll like them.” You said as you looked through your back.

“What makes you say that?”

“Because… your face looks like you’re constantly sucking a lemon.” Logan turned his head to look at you in disbelief. “Hey! Eyes on the road!”

“What do you mean I look like I’m sucking a lemon?” He asked confused.

“You know…” You pursed your lips, frowned your brow and raised your shoulders, trying to give your best impression of Logan. “Like you’re sulking.”

“I don’t sulk.” He said.

“Right… And I don’t cry while watching The Notebook. Are we just telling lies now?”

“Just give me that.” He snatched the bag of sour candy from your hand. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

“Yes, but you love me anyway.” You smiled and Logan just shook his head in defeat before pouring some candy straight into his mouth.

The ride was filled with banter and jokes. Seeing Logan so relaxed and somewhat happy made your heart flutter. You had never seen him like this, and you hoped it would last.

Watching him drive with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a relaxed smile on his face also did things to you. He looked so handsome, you would try to steal glances every once in a while.

When you finally arrived at the B&B you squealed in delight and jumped out of the car. The building had a “cabin in the woods” feel to it, but much bigger in dimensions, and it was surrounded by a large garden.

“It’s perfect! Just like in the photos! Isn’t it lovely?”

“It looks like a flower shop threw up on it.”

“Ew.” Your face quickly dropped. “Just because of that, you’re carrying the suitcases while I check us in.” You said before stomping towards the door.

“I was carrying the suitcases anyway!” Logan grumbled.

He took the suitcases and quickly caught up with you as you made your way to the reception. There you were welcomed by a sweet looking old lady.

“Welcome! You must be the honeymooners, the Wyatts!” She greeted them.

You quickly shook your head, your belly filling with butterflies at the idea of the two of you looking like newlyweds.

“Oh no, we’re not together. I mean, we’re together, but not together-together… We’re not married!” You tried to explain awkwardly while Logan tried not to laugh. “We booked two bedrooms under the name Howlett.” You said, your face growing hot.

“Yeah, we book two rooms in case the first bed breaks.” Logan joked, making you open your eyes so widely he thought they would pop out of your head.

“Logan!” You hissed and slapped his chest. Logan simply smiled and winked at you. Any other time you would be giggling like crazy at the idea of Logan and you breaking a bed, but you weren’t alone. The lady looked back and forth between the two of you before handing you two keys.

“You have room 13 and 14, they’re down that hall, across from each other. Breakfast is served from 7 to 10 in the dining room.”

You took the keys and nodded your head.

“Thank you ma’am.” you said before walking away fast, your face warm.

Your room was beautiful. It was tastefully decorated, had flowers on pretty much every surface, and the bed looked very cozy. You jumped on the mattress while Logan put your suitcase down.

“Comfortable?” He asked.

“Mhmmm.” You were barely audible with your face squished against the covers. Logan chuckled.

You felt the bed dip and raised your head to see Logan sitting down on the foot of the bed. He looked like there was something he wanted to say, so you sat up on the bed to give him your full attention.

“So, um… Listen,” He cleared his throat. “I just wanted to say… I appreciate everything you’re doing for me. You didn’t have to do any of this, but you did, and I wanted to say thank you.” 

You smiled shyly. Logan wasn’t a man of many words, so when he opened up like this you made sure to appreciate it and soak into the moment.

“Nothing to thank me for. Helping people is what I do, it’s what I love. Maybe I never realized there are other ways I can help other than using my powers.” You shrugged. “I guess I never had a friend that mattered to me as much as you do.” You said with a certain vulnerability in your voice. Of course you left out the part of you being completely, utterly in love with him.

The admission took Logan by surprise. How could you, a sweet, selfless, beautiful woman not be surrounded by people you loved and loved you back.

“Why?” He asked. You tilted your head and frowned.

“Why, what?”

“Why me?” He shook his head, confused. “Not only I didn’t do anything to earn your friendship, but I also hurt you. You could have so many friends, so many people, why did you stick with me?”

You stared at him for a moment in shock.

“What do you mean you didn’t do anything to earn my friendship? You’re the first friend I made at the mansion.”

“That’s it?” Logan scoffed.

“For starters.” You placed your hand on top of his and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “Logan, you earned my friendship with respect and support. Most friendships don’t start with great gestures, they start with kind words, spending time together, showing kindness. My first morning there I was nervous but you told me I would be okay. Words matter, Logan. And I knew I wanted you officially in my life the day you took me to the hospital to help. Remember?”

Logan looked down at your hands together and nodded.

“I remember thinking I had never seen anything like it. Not only you healed those kids, but the relief their parents must’ve felt…” He said softly. “And you never cared about people giving you credit…”

You chuckled. 

“It’s better that way.” You shrugged. “I also knew we would be friends when you started training me. You didn’t think I would be useless on the battlefield just because I don’t have fighting skills. I appreciated that, I appreciated you having faith in me.”

Logan rolled his eyes.

“I couldn’t have you running around trying to save everyone but not knowing how to protect yourself.” He said teasingly.

“I would’ve been okay. I can heal, remember?”

“Just because you can heal doesn’t mean you should allow yourself to get hurt in the first place.” Logan whispered.

Those words touched you deeply. Without even thinking you leaned in and kissed his cheek. Logan blinked and looked anywhere but you, the tips of his ear turning red.

“I think that’s the sweetest thing you ever said to me. Thank you.” You whispered.

Logan cleared his throat and got up, dropping your hand in the process.

“Right. Of course. Anyway, we have a big day tomorrow, right?” He rubbed his palms on his jean-clad thighs, looking awkward as hell. You nodded your head. 

“Meet me at 9 for breakfast and we’ll head to the Howlett Estate afterwards.” you said. 

“Aye Captain!” He picked his suitcase on his way to the door and turned to look at you. He looked like he wanted to say something again, but this time he just pressed his lips into a thin line.

“Good night, Logan.” you said after a moment. 

“Good night, sweetheart. I’ll see you in the morning.” he winked at you and walked out.

-

Logan was used to sleepless nights, but tonight felt different. His mind kept drifting to you, no matter how hard he tried to push the thoughts away. At one point, he got up, rummaging through his jacket until he found his lighter. The one you’d given him. He turned it over in his hand, his thumb brushing over the engraving, something he often did when he thought of you.

Yet you managed to get him flustered all over again. The little kiss on the cheek you gave him earlier was driving him mad. It had been so long since he felt anything like this, so kind and gentle, so intimate without being sexual, he didn’t know how to act about it.

There was no way he could keep denying it: he had feelings for you. Could you possibly feel the same way? Your last conversation was about your friendship, how come all the sudden friendship wasn’t enough? Where did all these feelings fit in?

Logan raked a hand through his hair, frustration tugging at him. You were everything he wasn’t: beautiful, sweet, kind. The kind of person who made the world a little brighter just by existing. Surely you didn’t feel the same way about him... right? You were kind to everyone; that was just who you were. It didn’t mean you liked him.

Still, he couldn’t ignore how deeply these feelings had crept up on him. They hadn’t come all at once but had grown slowly, quietly, in the peaceful moments you’d shared: the late-night talks, the easy silences that somehow said more than words ever could. He hadn’t even realized how much you’d come to mean to him, until tonight. Until that kiss.

This would explain why he felt so jealous of Alex Summers, why he was so traumatized by the sight of your blood on his hands. Only you could get him to board a plane willingly, so what else would he do for you?

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, his voice heavy with frustration. Things were about to get a lot more complicated. There was no way he could tell you how he felt. You deserve the best: someone kind, someone who could give you everything you deserved. That wasn’t him. Not after everything he’d done. Especially not after that night…

The memory hit him like a punch to the gut. The night he attacked you. The guilt from that moment never left him, gnawing at the edges of his mind. You’d forgiven him, but he hadn’t forgiven himself. He didn’t deserve someone like you, not after that. Not ever.

Logan sat back on the edge of the bed, staring down at the lighter in his hand. His thoughts spiraled, a storm of self-loathing and regret. He convinced himself, as he always did, that he was destined to be alone. No good woman would ever settle for someone like him, let alone you.

-

The next morning arrived with an unexpected cold, so you threw on your warmest clothes and headed to the main hall for breakfast, excitement bubbling inside you at the idea of finding out more about Logan’s past. 

But the feeling wouldn’t last. When you got to the dining room you found Logan was already there, looking grumpier than usual. He had a deep frown on his face, and looked at his coffee cup as it had personally offended him.

“Hey, good morning.” You greeted him.

When he looked up at you, his face softened and his shoulders seemed to relax.

“Morning. Slept well?” He asked as you sat down across from him.

“Not really, I guess I was too excited about today to sleep. What about you?”

Logan mulled over it for a moment.

“Same.” He said simply.

“Are you okay?” You asked. “We don’t have to do it today if you’re not ready.” You reassured him. He quickly shook his head.

“No, there’s no point dragging this on any longer.” He ran a hand down his face. Your heart ached for him, he looked tired and angry.

“Logan…” You went to reach his hand, but he quickly pulled it away.

“You should go get some breakfast, we have a long day ahead.”

You got up and headed to the table where the food was served. If Logan wanted to be a grumpy cat, so be it.

He really did look like he was sucking a lemon.

The ride to the Estate was quiet, a big contrats from the ride the day before. There was no banter or jokes, just music playing softly on the radio.

When you finally reached the Estate, you let out a whistle. 

“Damn, Logan! I didn’t know you grew up filthy rich.” You joked. The main building, a manor that seemed frozen in time, stud tall and big at the top of a hill, surrounded by a vast land.

“Neither did I.” He said with a somber tone. Being back here after so long made Logan feel uneasy, like he was entering a sacred place that was prohibited to him, while at the same time walking into a dangerous place. Either way, he didn’t want to be there. You could tell this wasn’t easy for him and you wanted to make him feel at ease, but you could only help him as much as he would allow it. And right now he was being too stubborn for that.

When he parked the car you both got out, but as Logan headed to the door he noticed you weren’t following. Instead you stood by the car, arms crossed on your chest and a pout on your face.

“You coming or what?” He asked annoyed.

“No.” You stomped your foot like a child about to throw a tantrum. “Not until you tell me why you’re being such an ass this morning.” You pressed.

Logan glared at you.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Come on.” 

You shook your head.

“Nope. Something happened and I wanna know what.”

Logan groaned.

“Coming here was your idea, so come on, let’s get moving.”

But you didn’t budge, shaking your head.

“You’re doing it again!” You said.

“Doing what?” Logan asked confused.

“Pushing me away.” You replied, your voice shaking. It made Logan stop in his tracks. He had sworn he wouldn’t push you away again. With a defeated sigh he ran a hand down his face and walked back towards you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to. I guess I’m really stressed right now, not knowing what we may find there.” He said pointing at the building with his thumb over his shoulder. “I barely got any sleep but I don’t mean to take it out on you.” He reassured you.

Damn, you really had him wrapped around your finger, didn’t you?

“Why didn't you just tell me? You know you can tell me anything.” The sad look on your face, with a little pout on your lips, made Logan’s defense crumble.

“I know, I’m sorry sweetheart. You already did so much for me I didn’t want to burden you with something else.”

You pouted even more.

“After all this time you still haven’t learned that you’re not a burden for me.” You shook your head and stepped closer. “I guess I’ll just have to keep reminding you.” You took his hand and walked towards the door. “Come on!”

Logan smiled softly. Of course you forgave him right away, you just couldn’t stay mad at him.

He was so screwed!

“Is it anything like you remember?” You asked him and he looked around the building.

“Somewhat, yeah. But mostly things look out of place.”

Several families lived there after the Howletts, and in the latest decades functioned as a museum, so changes were to be expected, but at least most of the structure was left the same since the last time Logan was there.

You were spotted by an employee behind a counter.

“Welcome to Howlett Estate! Would you like a guided tour?” He asked.

“No.” Logan said simply. You threw him a look.

“We would like to explore on our own, but we may have questions for later.” You added politely.

“Okie dokie! Here are some flyers and you can use your phones to download more information.” 

You took the flyers and smiled.

“Thank you!” You said before taking Logan by the arm and walking away. “I like him, he says okie dokie.” Logan simply rolled his eyes.

Stepping into the museum felt like traveling through a time machine. The furniture, the lamps, the carefully preserved clothes, all of it carried the weight of 200 years of history. You couldn’t help but wish these artifacts could speak, sharing the stories they had witnessed. How many footsteps had echoed through these halls? How many secrets were tucked away within these walls?

With your arm gently hooked around Logan's, you strolled at a leisurely pace, making sure he didn’t rush through the space. You wanted him to take it all in, to truly absorb every detail around him.

In the main room rested an imposing portrait of the Howlett family: John, Elizabeth and little James.

“Is that you?” You whispered pointing at the boy on the painting.

“I think so.”

“Awww you were so cute!” You gushed. Logan blinked and looked away, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Look at those little shorts!”

“I looked ridiculous in those clothes.” He deflected.

“Uh I’m sure they were very fashionable at the time.” You shrugged. “Your mom was very beautiful.”

Logan stared at the woman in the painting with a newfound pain in his chest: he craved for a motherly love he never felt. For someone who lived such a long life, he surely missed out on a lot of things.

“She really was.” He said softly.

You stayed quiet, knowing Logan needed a moment to process everything. There were signs of recognition in his eyes, but you didn’t dare to ask. If he wanted to share a memory with you, he would let you know.

You moved from one room to the other, until you reached a children’s bedroom and Logan stopped in his tracks.

“I remember this place…” He walked in slowly, taking everything in.

“Yeah?” You were curious. “Was this your bedroom?”

“I think so. It looked a bit different then, but yeah…”

“You had a big ass bed.” You pointed out the fancy mahogany bed. “I bet you were very spoiled.” You teased, but you dropped your playfulness when you saw the lost look on Logan’s face.

“I remember spending a lot of time in bed. I was a sickly kid.” He then walked to the bed and stared at it for a moment. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Suddenly Logan pushed the bed to the side, as if it weighed nothing.

“Logan!” You chastised. “We’re not supposed to touch anything!”

“Just keep watch.” Logan said before kneeling down and reaching behind the head of the bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked before leaning against the door, watching out for anyone coming your way.

“I left something in here…” he tapped around the wall until he heard a hollow sound. The room had clearly been reformed through the years, but to Logan’s surprise his little hidden spot was untouched. With one of his claws he managed to pull out a piece of skirting board and there it was: his little box of treasures.

He quickly put the board back in its place and then moved the bed.

“What is that?” You asked as you both sat on the bed. Logan opened the tin box, dust flying everywhere, and was met with little pieces of his childhood. There was an uncharacteristic tenderness in the way Logan picked the first item, his movements careful and deliberate, a stark contrast to his usual rough manner. 

It was a little lead soldier.

“I remember this, my grandfather got it for me during a business trip.” He said before going for another item, and then another, and another. “He wasn’t very nice, so little things like this meant a lot to me.”

In the box were all kinds of things a boy could treasure: a few colorful marbles, a feather, some coins…

“It’s like a time capsule.” You whispered before reaching in and taking a postcard from the box. It had a beautiful painting of a rose. You turned it around and read outloud “Love you forever, your little flower -Rose.” You smiled softly. “Mmmm who’s Rose?” 

Logan took a moment to think before picking the car.

“A childhood friend.” He said. It was a lie, or at least not the whole truth. Logan and Rose’s story was a long and messy one, one that ended in tragedy.

“A childhood friend.” You repeated with a scoff. “I didn’t know you called your friends “little flowers”.” you teased, elbowing him playfully.

Logan rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” He said before snatching the card from your hand and placing it back in the box. If it wasn’t because of the shy smile on his face you would think he was actually mad.

Then something in the box caught his attention and his smile dropped. You watched as he carefully picked up an old pocket watch from the box.

“This was my father’s.” He said softly. “It was broken, so he didn’t use it anymore. He told me I could keep it and maybe one day I would figure out how to fix it.” He frowned, caressing the watch with his thumb, the same way he did with his lighter. “That day never came.” He said sadly.

You watched him quietly, before placing your hand on his back and rubbing soothing circles on it.

“You just got a piece of him back, that’s something…” You commented.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Excuse me?” A voice behind you said. You quickly threw your coat on Logan’s lap, hiding the box, before turning to see a tour guide standing by the door. “You’re not supposed to sit on the bed.” He said, a disapproving look on his face.

“Right! Of course! I’m sorry!” You jumped from the bed and walked towards him. “So, I have some questions, I saw there are a lot of portraits on the staircase, are they members of the Howlett family? Who are they?” You talked fast, pushing the guide out to the hall to give Logan a moment alone. You gave Logan a pointed look over your shoulder before stepping out of the room.

Logan kept looking into the box before finally closing it and putting it in your bag. He would look more into it later, for now he had to make sure you weren’t getting in trouble.

He found you asking all kinds of questions to the poor guide, who looked confused and flustered.

“... so if the mattresses were filled with feathers, how many geese or ducks would they need to fill in a king sized bed?” you asked.

“I wouldn’t know, ma’am.”

“I imagine it would be a lot!”

“Right.”

“And they made their own candles, right? Now, how do you make a candle?” You asked, playing dumb.

“I think that’s enough, sweetheart.” Logan said, stopping by your side. The guide sighed with relief.

“I have one more question!” You said before turning back to the poor guy. “What happened to the Howlett family? Are they still around?”

“I’m afraid the family’s history is a tragic one. For starters John and Elizabeth’s first son, John Jr. passed away when he was a baby. Years later they had their second son, James. There aren’t any actual records, given the time, but for what we could gather James was an illegitimate son Elizabeth had with the groundskeeper, Thomas Logan. Either way John raised James as his own. Not that he had much of a choice, at the time it would’ve been a massive scandal if people knew James was a bastard child.” while the guide talked and pointed out some portraits you glanced at Logan. There was a storm brewing behind his hazel eyes and you worried he would lash out any moment.

“Whether Mr. Howlett knew or not isn’t clear, but we do know he fired Logan. One evenight Thomas returned and the two men fought to death. It’s believed that he came back to take his son away and was killed in the process, not without mortally wounding John first. Still, someone must’ve taken little James, because he went missing after that. People in town searched for him, but he was never found.”

Slowly and very discreetly you stood by Logan and took his hand. With a squeeze to his fingers you told him you were there for him. This couldn’t be easy for him to hear. He squeezed your hand back, your touch grounding him.

“Feeling incapable of carrying on without her husband and her soon,Mrs. Elizabeth Howlett took her own life. The Howlett name remained, thanks to John’s father, who kept the place up and running until his death. He never stopped looking for James.” The guide concluded.

There was an extended silence, as everything seemed to sink in.

“That is very sad.” you said softly after a moment.

“Indeed.” the guide said. “Anything else you’d like to know?”

You looked at Logan and he shook his head.

“No, that would be all, thank you.” You replied.

“Of course, don’t forget to stop by the gift store!” the guide said before retreating away.

You turned to look at Logan fully.

“Are you okay?” 

Logan barely nodded his head.

“Enough for today.” He mumbled before walking away. 

It wasn’t long before you were both sitting at a table in the far corner of a bar. Logan knocked back drink after drink while you nursed a beer. The tin box laid open on the table while Logan inspected some of his old “treasures”. You were quiet for most of it, but you were worried about him and couldn’t keep silent much longer.

“Are you okay?” You asked. “I know today was intense and a lot happened, but did you at least get some answers? Any memories?”

Logan nodded before downing another drink.

“He was wrong.” He mumbled.

“Who?”

“The tour guide. He got most of the story right, but some details were wrong.” Logan took his father’s watch with a longing look. “My father didn’t kill Thomas Logan, I did.” He confessed. “That night I found out I was a mutant, I killed him with my claws… I was just a child.” He shook his head in shame.

“Oh Logan, I’m so sorry.” you said placing a hand on his arm.

“Thomas Logan was my biological father, but he didn’t mean anything to me. John Howlett didn’t raise me to avoid a scandal. He loved my mother and he loved me. In my heart he will always be my true father.”

“What happened after?” You asked.

“Rose and I ran away with help from my grandfather. The memories get hazy after that, but I do recall…” He took a deep breath. “I recall killing Rose by accident.” He said sadly.

“Oh, Logan…” You didn’t know what to say. 

“I hurt everyone I care about, even before I knew I was a mutant I hurt my family.”

“No, Logan, stop. The way you were conceived wasn’t your fault, you didn’t choose to be your father’s son. You didn’t kill your mother, that’s on her.” You shook your head.

“What about Rose, uh? Or the others that came after her? My life is an endless battle, one death after the other.” He shook his head in defeat. “You should go back to the Mansion without me.”

Your heart dropped.

“What?” the question came out in a shaky voice. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“Angel…” Logan sounded exhausted. “I’m a bad man. You don’t need a bad man in your life.”

You frowned and felt hot tears threatening to spill out. 

“Logan, I need you to listen to me.” You said while taking his hand over the table. “I know you say you’re a bad man because you feel guilty, because you have a conscience that weighs on you. But what if I told you that doesn’t make you a bad man. It does the opposite.” He looked at you confused. “A bad man doesn’t care if he hurts someone else, he only cares about himself. A bad man doesn’t have a conscience. And this, James Logan Howlett, is how I know you’re not a bad man. Because you care, I know you do, you care so much and behind this tough exterior there’s a good man craving forgiveness, companionship and even love.”

Logan looked at you for a moment, his eyes going from one side of your face to the other, as if he was memorizing your face.

“Sweetheart…” He breathed out.

“Please don’t leave me.” you begged, catching him by surprise. “You left once and it nearly killed me, please don’t do it again, don’t push me away.” Without realizing, tears started rolling down your cheeks. Logan reached up to touch your face and your eyelids dropped as he wiped your tears.

Your heart ached for him. You were convinced he would never love you back, not the way he loved Jean, but when he touched you like that you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of hope.

In the meantime Logan wondered how he got someone like you to care for him so much, to see the good in him when he couldn’t see it himself. You were so beautiful and if it was up to him you would never cry tears of sadness ever again.

“It’s been a long day, we both need some rest.” He said, both of you exhausted.

Once back at the B&B Logan walked you to your door.

“Will you be okay tonight?” You asked softly.

“Yeah.” Logan replied without thinking too much, before frowning and rubbing his neck. “I think so...” he added unsure. “...probably not.”

“We can stay up and talk a little bit more, if you want.” You offered.

Talking was the last thing Logan wanted to do.

“Angel…” He stepped closer, something shifting in his eyes. He lifted a hand to your face, so slowly it felt as if he was trying not to scare you, and placed it on your cheek. Your breath hitched and you tilted your head against his hand, seeking his touch. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me.” Logan whispered.

As if drawn together by an invisible force, you stepped closer until your chests were nearly brushing. Logan hesitated, his gaze searching yours for any sign to pull away, to stop. But all he found was an invitation: a soft, loving look that made him feel like the only person in the world. It was as if nothing else existed, no one else mattered, and you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“I would do anything for you, Logan.” you confessed. 

And that was all Logan needed to take the next step. He leaned in and pressed his lips against you in a chaste, tentative kiss. Your hands moved up his chest to rest on each side of his neck, pulling him closer, his free hand resting on your hip.

When Logan pulled back he didn’t go far, he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes slowly and looked at him still trying to wrap your head around the fact that he had kissed you. You dreamed of this moment so many times, you weren’t ready to let go.

You tilted your head up and kissed him again, this time with more enthusiasm as the initial shock washed away.

Logan wrapped his arm around your waist while you ran your hands up his neck and your fingers through his hair. When your tongue slipped past his lips, Logan let out a low growl and pulled you closer.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” He hissed against your lips. “I should’ve kissed sooner.” He said before kissing you again.

“I wish you had.” You whispered. 

Logan pressed you against your door, wanting to feel you impossibly close.

“I don’t think I can stop.” Logan admitted. 

“I don’t want you to stop. I've wanted this for a long time.” You said, but before he could kiss you again you pulled your face away slightly. “But I need to know…”

Logan pulled back to look at you better and waited.

“Yes?”

Suddenly you felt like you couldn’t speak, no words would come out of your mouth. When Logan saw you struggle, he tilted your chin and made you look at him.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry if I pushed you too much.”

You quickly shook your head.

“No, it’s not that… It’s just that…” You took his hands, wanting to ground yourself. “If we’re going any further, I need to know it’s not because you can’t be with Jean.” You looked at him shyly. “I don’t want to be your second choice.”

Logan stared at you for a moment in shock. He knew you were aware of his feelings for Jean, you even held him when he cried over her engagement with Scott. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you had your doubts. He wanted to shut those doubts down fast.

“You’re not.” He said. “I’m an idiot, this entire time I’ve been pinning after her yet you were here by my side, putting up with my crap.” He shook his head. “All those times I talked about her, did I hurt you?”

You chewed your lower lip as you tried to come up with an answer. But you didn’t need to, Logan saw right through you.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. You instantly clinged onto him. “I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t know.” you tried to comfort him. “I’m sorry I killed the mood.”

Logan chuckled lightly against your skin.

“You didn’t kill anything. I’m glad we talked about this.” He pulled back and cupped your face. “I don’t want Jean, not anymore. I want you, even though I’m convinced I don’t deserve you.”

You rolled your eyes and gave his shirt a little tug.

“You keep saying that, can I convince you otherwise?” You asked with a flirty tone as you played with his dog tags. Logan smirked.

“Perhaps I can be persuaded.” He flirted back.

You quickly opened your bedroom door and pulled him inside. You couldn’t help but giggle as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he kicked the door shut. This was everything you dreamed of! Logan easily picked you up by your thighs and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You better not drop me!” You laughed.

“Never!” He chuckled and kissed you again.

Logan set you down carefully on the dresser where he took his time tasting your lips and exploring your mouth. Your hands wandered all over his chest, his broad shoulders, his biceps… you wanted to touch every inch of him. You couldn’t get enough of him.

At one point he pulled back and caressed your cheek.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic softness. His eyes held a rare tenderness, mirrored in the gentle way his fingers brushed against you. It was a good thing you were sitting down because your knees were weak and you felt like melting inside. “My sweet little angel.” Logan added before kissing you again.

Your hands worked on unbuttoning his flannel and quickly pushed it off his shoulder, dropping it on the floor next to his jacket.

“Logan…” You whispered against his lips. “Take me to bed…”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

You spend the rest of the night in Logan’s arms, making love and having all kinds of conversations in between, from deep and revealing to fun and silly. But you only had so much energy, and after the fourth round your eyelids started to drop. Logan watched you as you curled up against him, his fingertips caressing your arm up and down. You were breathtaking and he kicked himself for not realizing sooner.

At one point you felt the sheets rustling and the bed moving. You turned to see Logan sitting on the bed, slowly dressing himself. With your eyes heavy with sleep, you tried to sit up, lifting yourself up with your elbow.

“What are you doing?” You asked softly.

Logan turned to look at you and smiled at the sight: you looked adorable, half asleep, your hair a mess, your lips bruised from all the kisses. and the sheets barely covering your naked body.

“Go back to sleep, baby.” He whispered.

Your heart dropped.

“You’re leaving? Why?”

The worry and sadness in your voice didn’t go unnoticed to Logan.

“It’s not what you think.” He shook his head and leaned to kiss your forehead. “I just can’t fall asleep next to you.”

“Why?” you pouted.

“I’m worried I may hurt you again.” He admitted.

You looked at him for a moment, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“I wish you didn’t leave.” You wanted nothing more but to sleep in his arms.

“I know, baby, I know.” He sighed. “I’ll keep working on it, I promise. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

You reached for his hand. What he didn’t know is that this was hurting you too.

“Will I see you in the morning?”

Logan smiled and lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.

“Darling, after tonight, you won’t ever get rid of me.” He chuckled and leaned to kiss you. “Get some sleep, I’ll bring us breakfast in a few hours.” He promised.

“Mmmokay.” You sighed and nuzzled your pillow. “It better be a good breakfast, with lots of kisses.”

Logan chuckled and got up.

“All the kisses you want, my angel.”

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possible lestappen fics

there’s a lot of fics i wanna write for lestappen yet have never gotten to cause of my fuckin adhd brain- so here is a list of the ideas instead

maybe I’ll write them some day…

(also- feel free to take these ideas and use them as prompts for your own fics)

Song of Achilles AU (Max is soooo Achilles coded, just imagine him saying: “There is no agreements made between lions and sheep. I shall eat you raw.” Jos as Thetis? Sebastian as Chiron? Fernando as Odysseus? Lewis Hamilton as Hector?)

Pride and Prejudice AU (Max as Mr.Darcy, Charles as Elizabeth) (maybe a side of Landoscar as Mr.Bingley and Jane)

Idea 1: ‘Max was not Charles’ first love, nor was he his second or third.’ (A fic where Charles reminisces of all his past loves and how Max fits into in. His first love was racing, second was Jules, and third was Sebastian. Ambiguous ending)

Idea 2: ‘Charles was Max’s first, second, and third love.’ (An accompanying fic to idea 1 from Max’s pov and his view on their relationship)

Idea 3: ‘Charles had hated Max before he even understood the true meaning of the word. Birds flew, fish swam, and Charles Leclerc hated Max Verstappen. It was simple really. It seemed predestined…inevitable- even.’ (A enemy to lover fic where it’s actually just Charles one-sided ‘hating’ Max until he realizes that he stopped hating Max somewhere along the way. Austria 2019 is mentioned here prominently)

Idea 4: ‘Charles thinks Max looks his best when he’s bloodied, his eyes wide and equally red with fury. Max thinks Charles looks even better when he’s crying, his pretty face bruised black and blue.’ (EQUALLY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, Charles and Max find each other at a young age, classmates and neighbors. They don’t like each other and end up getting into a fight. The two quickly realize that they aren’t… normal after they get into their first fight. They grow up together as known enemies but they can only indulge their true selves in each other)

Idea 5: ‘Into the Lions’ Den’ (Charles pov beginning from before he even joins F1 all the way to current time. He reflects on Max’s past and future teammates and how they are essentially sacrifices. They enter the ‘lions’ den’ and are left to try and compare to Max, only to be left ripped apart. After all, who can hope to stand next to him? Red Bull has two drivers only because they need to. Despite that- as Charles reflect on all this…he can’t help but dream of standing next to Max as his teammate. Let himself be tore apart, let Max eat his heart and drink his blood)

Idea 6: Shameless smut (as the name suggests…it’s just shameless smut. This would be my first ever smut fic if I ever finish writing it. As an asexual person…this is especially hard to write. The plot is basically Max as the ‘successfully businessman who’s very busy and sexually frustrated’ and Charles as the ‘call boy who Max calls on accident when he was trying to find a call girl’. Max is confused and kinda disappointed at first, until he notices that Charles is very very pretty and that Max really wouldn’t mind sleeping with him- in fact -he would like it very much. This fic is just silly. Max is very horknee and not cool at all in this fic. Luckily Charles thinks he’s hot.)

Idea 7: ‘Turns out I don’t mind him kissing guys as long as it’s me he’s kissing .’ (Have you seen that one Reddit story of his guy who worries he’s being homophonic towards his gay roommate cause every time he sees him kissing a guy or bringing one home he feels sick and upset. They end up getting into an argument and he worries that he will ruin his friendship with his roommate. But he then finds out that he’s liked his roommate the whole time and that’s why he felt like throwing up every time he saw him with other guys. Yeah, that but Lestappen. Childhood rivals to friends, living together for college. Max who worries that he’s being homophobic cause he can’t stand seeing Charles with guys, and Charles who just wants Max to get the hint already)

I have more notes on each of these, so let me know if you wanna know more about any of these fics. I think I also might have some snippets for them :)

[haddonfieldwhore]

we make a good team - darby allin

darby allin x gn!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: briefly suggestive?, sting is readers father, language

summary: when you and darby are paired as a tag team, he helps you with your ring gear

your whole life you had been surrounded by wrestling, so it was no surprise to your father sting, when you told him you wanted to follow in his footsteps. after years of training and practice and tryouts, last year you had finally made it to aew, and had an impressive first run on the roster. the feuds you had recently been a part of had ended a few weeks ago, and tony had told you a few days ago that you would be doing a short tag team run with darby allin, who was a protege of your fathers. if it went over well with the fans, you would continue as a team for a while and go after the tag titles.

you and darby had become quite close in the short time you had been with the company, sharing similar styles and interests, as well as being close in age. sting was happy to see the two of you getting along, and your character fit perfectly with their aesthetic, under your ring name ‘thorn’. you and darby had been practicing for your match for days, and something about working so closely with him had made you realize that you had developed a crush on him. sometimes it seemed like maybe he felt the same, but you didn’t want to risk ruining your new partnership before your first match; and his friendship meant a lot to you, and you didn’t want to risk it.

“hey,” darby walked into the dressing room the two of you were sharing, as you stood in front of the mirror in your ring gear. you had gotten a new outfit for this tag team run; pants with one leg that was black and one leg that was white, a simple white tank top, and black boots. darby sat in front of the mirror, and took out a makeup case that contained his face paints, before he began getting ready for the match that was in about an hour. he was already dressed in his outfit for the night, plain black jeans and boots, and a black cloak-like hoodie over his shirtless torso. thankfully, he was too focused on his face paint to notice you staring, admiring his toned abs that were on display under the cloak.

“are you nervous?”

“no, are you?” he replied, not taking his eyes off his reflection in front of him. you tugged at your shirt, unhappy with the way it looked; like it was missing something.

“no,” you lied. “i don’t know. what if i screw this up and make you look bad?” darby laughed, glancing over at you before going back to his makeup.

“you’re worried about making me look bad?”

“well- yeah,” you admitted, still fiddling with your top. “and i don’t know about this outfit. maybe i should just wear my normal gear.” you started walking over to your bag to find a last minute alternative. darby set down his paintbrush and walked over to you, gently dragging you back over to the mirror.

“you look amazing. what don’t you like about it?” he asked, standing behind you and looking over your shoulder at your reflection in the mirror. you hoped he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was beating in your chest as his hands remained on your arms.

“i feel like the top is missing something,” you admitted, not allowing yourself to be distracted by the scent of his cologne, a mixture of a sweet musky smell and a subtle bit of mint.

“i think you look great,” he mumbled as his eyes scanned the length of your body in the mirror, before he shook his head slightly, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. his hands resting on your biceps have you a stupid but enticing idea - something you had seen online once.

“don’t be nervous okay? you’re gonna do great.” darby rested his chin on your shoulder, making eye contact with you in the mirror, stepping impossibly closer to you until your back was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapping around your stomach from behind. your breath caught in your throat; could it be possible that he also had feelings for you? surely friends didn’t look at eachother like that, you thought. darby walked back over to his paints and began putting them away, before you decided ‘fuck it’, and turned towards him.

“i actually did have an idea - for the shirt i mean; but it’s kinda hard to explain.”

“okay?” he looked at you expectantly, and you sighed, before walking over to him.

“do you trust me?” you asked, and darby looked at you confused, but nodded. you grabbed a larger paint brush from his open makeup case, along with the black paint and nervously took his wrist in your hand, turning his palm towards you.

“what are you-“

“just let me do this before i chicken out,” you said, and he smiled, laughing softly as you began to paint his hand black. once it was fully coated in paint, you did the same to the other hand; darby watching intently as you applied the dark pigment to his skin. you set the brush and paint down on the counter and carefully grabbed his wrist, bringing him back over to the mirror and standing in front of him again. taking each of his wrists in your hands, you brought them around you and placed his palms against your chest, leaving two black handprints on the front of your shirt, before you let go of his hands. you looked up, your eyes meeting his in the mirror as he let out a breath, the air tickling the back of your neck from how close he was once again.

“you are going to be the death of me,” he mumbled, and you turned around to look at him directly.

“isn’t death kind of your thing?” you asked, and darby laughed softly, looking down at you.

“i think i kinda have a thing for you, too.” he whispered, stepping as close as he could without smudging the paint on your shirt. he wanted to touch you so bad, to pull you closer, but couldn’t risk getting paint all over, so instead he pressed the unpainted side of his forehead to yours.

“i really want to kiss you right now,” he mumbled, and your heart pounded against your ribcage, before you replied with all the confidence you could manage.

“what’s stopping you?” darby cracked a smile, laughing to himself before he pressed his lips to yours. you kissed him back, and he had to remember not to touch you as his hands were still covered in paint, or he would’ve held you close. you pulled away, looking at his face to make sure his face paint hadn’t smeared too much. he smiled, pointing to your lip, and you looked in the mirror to see that there was a tiny bit of black paint there. you grabbed a tissue, wiping it off as darby walked over to his makeup case and grabbed some wipes to clean his hands off. once they were clean, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to him, gripping your waist and helping you sit on the counter in front of him. he stood between your legs, kissing you again; face paint be damned. his teeth nibbled at your bottom lip, and you moaned softly before you both pulled away.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted, using his thumb to wipe any paint off your lip.

“i’ve wanted you to; i just didn’t know how to ask.”

“you definitely found a creative way. the shirt looks great,” he smirked, admiring his handprints on your chest. you blushed, letting him help you off the counter, before he quickly touched up his own makeup.

“you feeling ready to go out there and kick some ass?” he asked, and you checked over your appearance one more time in the mirror.

“let’s do it,” you smiled, and darby tapped his fist gently against yours, before taking your hand in his, grabbing his skateboard with the other.

“do you think you could teach me to skate one day?” you asked as the two of you walked down the hallway to wait for your match to start.

“sure,” darby laughed. “if your dad doesn’t kill me when he sees your shirt.”

[polyshodivorce]

I think Emu constantly drags WxS into games after/before practice so here are headcanons of them playing and hanging out. Whimsy and fun wandasho forever

They like to do acting games as a warm up. They take turns acting out a motion, object, or animal and the rest have to guess what it is. Emu repeatedly calls out the first thing that comes to mind regardless of how accurate it is, Tsukasa and Nene are normally the best guessers, but Rui is the only one who can guess what on earth Emu is trying to imitate. She always picks difficult things like food or something random she saw that day.

If they wrap up practice early and have nothing better to do, I think hide-and-seek is a go to. Emu is THE best hider. Being five foot nothing is a superpower, she squeezes herself into tight places like a bug. A majority of the time they give up on looking for her and she crawls out of the most ridiculous hiding spot giggling. It's practically cheating because she knows the park so well. Nene is a close second, she’s a professional at not wanting to be seen.

The worst hider is Tsukasa for no particular reason, he gets really competitive to the point he starts scoping out a spot to hide before practice and but he’s almost always found first and it makes him really mad. Emu and Rui sometimes pretend to pass up his spot so he can feel like he’s winning. Nene doesn’t spare him the pity.

Rui is at a hiding disadvantage because of his height and gets alittle ambitious so he will occasionally get himself stuck somewhere and everyone starts worrying if he’s the last person to be found. He’s annoying to find because he keeps moving to obvious spots the seeker already checked so he knows they won’t come back. Tsukasa and Nene claim it’s cheating and everytime he pulls out the crocodile tears.

Rui is also the most annoying seeker because sometimes he can point out where everyone is hiding without even moving from the spot he counted. They swear he cheats but he just has really good intuition about these kinds of things. Not only can he find them quickly, he could explain the exact thought process that led them to hide there.

“I heard the branches rustling so I knew Emu-kun climbed a tree to my right. Nene gave up halfway through a picked a spot she’s already chosen before and Tsukasa-kun panicked realizing he was running out of time so his hiding was clumsy and rushed.”

...They swear he’s cheating.

If they play tag it usually ends in a showdown between Emu and Tsukasa. Tsukasa takes it as practice for catching her when she sneaks into their school… but playing has only made Emu even faster and better at escaping him.

Normally they limit the hiding range to a specific area, but if they’re feeling especially competitive they will play the game with full range of the park while RoboNene and the mascots help as seekers.

Rui is actually very quick and knows exactly how to get someone off his tail. It’s all “I refuse to jump more than an inch off the ground during MVs” to a professional athlete sprint when it’s time to run away from teachers.

Nene is the worst at tag, sometimes she flat out refuses to play and wonders “How on earth do you guys still have this much energy after practice…?” WxS agreed she can have RoboNene carry her during tag because it’s fun but Rui keeps making suggestions to add rockets to her feet or other outrageous ways to make her faster.

They have a stash of board games in the back of the stage. They’ll play if it gets rainy during practice while discussing their next show. Monopoly turns Rui into a monster, WxS’s TRUE disbandment arc, friendships ruined, lives destroyed, etc. Does his greed know no bounds….!?

They would be suckers for a DnD campaign.

They all lean over Nene’s shoulder while she plays on her phone or whatever handheld console she has and watch like toddlers. She’ll give them a turn if they pull out the puppy eyes for long enough.

[surenqii]

average idol experience | j.yh x reader

synopsis: After being offered a vacation to new york by her company, Y/N boards the best flight of her life, sitting directly next to a man who looked like he was made by god himself.

a/n: this is my first time EVER writing a fic so pls bear w/ me if it goes off track or if its not that creative. please leave tips!! and suggestions!!

warnings: fluff, reader is a little crybaby bitch and its fucking annoying, talks about anxiety uhh i think thats it

Maybe part 1?

You had never been on a business trip before. Your company rarely allowed employees to go on trips, so hearing that you were going to New York for vacation came as a shock to you. To say you were excited was an understatement– but there were no other words to explain it. Being out of the country was a surreal experience, and you almost felt like you didn’t deserve it. You did, of course. They wouldn’t have given you the trip if you hadn’t. You had never been on a plane before, so you were terrified, and it was obvious from how much you were shaking. Boarding the plane felt unreal. Sitting in your seat felt unreal. Sitting next to the most handsome dude you’d ever seen felt unreal. The second he sat down next to you, you tensed up. You weren’t exactly good at talking to people– let alone those who looked like they came directly from heaven itself. You expected him to ignore you, or maybe request to switch seats. But, much to your surprise, he engaged in a conversation. “Is this your first time on a plane?” He asked as he sat down, having scanned over you as he fit his bag under the seat in front of him. You questioned how he knew as if you weren’t shaking like a madman. “Ah… Yeah, it is.” You spoke few words, not wanting to interact with someone you barely knew out of fear of embarrassing yourself. The man looked you up and down, giving you a warm smile after noticing how nervous you looked. “Don’t worry too much about it. This airline is safe, so you’ll be alright.” You appreciated the comfort, but not knowing how to express it, you simply smiled and nodded. Curse you and your inability to speak to people. “I’m Yunho, by the way. You’ll be stuck next to me the entire flight.” He stuck out his hand for a shake, watching you intently as you accepted it. “Y/N. Sorry for having to be your seat partner, I’m not really... the most fun to hold conversations with, to say the least.” You smiled anxiously, hoping he wouldn’t get the wrong idea. You appreciated his attempt to talk to you, you were just scared of saying something wrong. It happened a lot more than you wished it would, always ruining friendships or simple conversations with people just because you didn’t think before you spoke.  “Don’t worry about it, I’m good at carrying conversations. Sort of a part of my job.” He chuckled, lifting one leg to rest over the other as he relaxed into his seat. “Part of your job?” You questioned, eyes drifting away from him and to the people around you. A few boys were looking at the two of you– One with red hair, his features very defined. He gave a big smile as you looked at him, moving your gaze to the others. A platinum blonde??, who seemed insanely short, and a brunette with blonde streaks, who had a sly smirk spread across his face. He looked like he bites.

“Ah, yeah, don’t question it. I’m not a public speaker or anything.” Yunho spoke.

The men staring at you made you more nervous than you already were, and it was very evident on your face. You kept looking back and forth between Yunho and the 3 watching you, fear taking over your features. You hated when people stared at you. It was never good. It almost always meant they were judging you. Panic started to form.

Your lack of response alerted Yunho, who hadn’t been looking at you. “Y/N?” He questioned, concern lacing his voice as he turned his head to face you. Noticing that you were looking past him, he turned his head towards the source.

“Oh.” He huffed, giving the three a look that immediately made them turn and face the other way. Turning back to you, he waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of the panicked daze that had control of you.  “Don't worry about them. They’re my friends, they didn’t mean any harm, promise.” He spoke softly, not wanting to scare you more than the others already had.

You didn’t say anything back, just nodding and turning to face in front of you, putting your headphones in, and bringing your knees up to your chest. The plane wasn’t going to take off for a bit, so you had some time to calm down. Yunho didn’t seem to let up, though, watching you worriedly as you sank back into your seat. His members hadn’t meant to scare you– and he sure as hell was going to yell at them as soon as they were at the hotel– but, something as simple as a few people looking at you, setting you off concerned him a lot.

After a few moments, the plane was ready to take off. You took out your headphones, looking back up at Yunho. He was playing a game on his phone now, not paying much attention to his surroundings.

“Is the plane taking off?” You asked, still a little nervous. What if the plane crashed? Or something went wrong during the takeoff? Yunho glanced up from his phone, giving you a reassuring look. “Yeah, it is. Are you nervous?” He asked.

“...Very.” You murmured under your breath, visibly shaking. Everything that could go wrong was running through your head.

Yunho watched you with heavy eyes, contemplating to himself for a moment, before holding out his hand. You looked up at him with a muddled gaze, wondering why he was holding his hand out to you as you continued to shake. “You can hold on to my hand as the plane takes off. Having something to squeeze might soothe your nerves.” He grinned.

Everything about this man was amazing. Why was he being so nice to you? You didn’t know each other, and your presence didn’t serve any benefit to him. Maybe he didn’t want to deal with you freaking out the entire ride? You looked down at his hand, hesitating for a moment, before taking it in your own. His hands were warm and soft– it was obvious he took good care of them– and much bigger than yours. His hand completely covered yours as he held them against the armrest of the seat, rubbing your palm with his thumb. You knew he was just trying to calm you down, but it made your stomach do flips. It was endearing, honestly. This was something that couples did, not strangers.

The plane began to take off, causing you to completely stiffen and tighten your grip on Yunho’s hand. He didn’t seem to mind and continued to run his thumb across your palm. It helped to calm you down, and by the time you were in the air, you weren’t nervous anymore. You peeked over at him, a smile plastered across his face. Was he always so happy?

You let go of his hands a few minutes later, thanking him for the support and turning your phone on to play a game.

You and Yunho had talked the entire ride. You learned a lot more about him during that time– Things like the fact that he was going back home after being on a trip with 7 of his friends. He didn’t mention what the trip was, but you didn’t mind, assuming it had something to do with work, whatever his job may be. At some point, you had fallen asleep, and he was so polite to cover you up with his jacket. It made your heart flutter once you woke up. You waved to each other as you got off the plane. He made the ride a lot more enjoyable, which almost made you regret not getting his number. This guy was way out of your league, though, so you doubt he would’ve complied. You were just thankful for his soothing voice, and the way he massaged your hand so calmingly. It made the experience worthwhile. Only after getting off the plane and breaking away from each other, though, do you realize he hadn’t taken his coat back. As you walked through the halls of the airport with a smile on your face from your interactions with him, you froze when you got to the door. Hundreds of cameras, reporters, and random people stood on the other side, waiting for someone to come out. Oh, this was so not good. Opening the door, you walked out as quickly as possible, covering your face from the flashes of cameras. You knew they weren’t here for you, but reporters and fans take photos of anything that moves. You had no choice but to deal with it. Hearing some of them begin to shout “ATEEZ!”, however, piqued your interest. Was there a group here? Had they been on the plane, and you just never noticed? Turning around once you got through the doors and out of the crowd, you peeked through to see who the cause of the screams were. What you hadn’t expected, though, was to see Yunho and his friends with tons of bodyguards around them, all navigating throughout the walkway as fans screamed and took photos, desperately trying to pry their way closer. It was almost scary how determined these girls were to get close to them. For a minute, it didn’t even click in your head that this meant Yunho was famous. Only once he spotted you standing at the entrance and giving you a wave did the pieces go together in your head, and you waved back awkwardly, not knowing how to react now that you knew you had been talking to a celebrity the entire ride. That wasn’t just something that happened every day! Once they made their way to where you were, Yunho pulled his mask down, giving you that adorable smile he had given you on the plane.

“Hey again, Y/N!” He exclaimed, nodding to his friends that they could go ahead while he and his manager stayed behind for a minute. “Are you famous? I’ve never seen that many people fighting just to get a photo of someone.” You chuckled, shifting your weight to your side. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by being weird about it, but you weren’t sure how to go about asking so casually.” Yunho looked away nervously, not sure how to respond. “Yeah, I kinda.. Forgot to tell you about that, sorry. I should’ve warned you there’d be tons of people here before you got off the plane.” He played with the back of his hair, turning his gaze back to you. You gave him a friendly smile, the conversation not going anywhere for a minute. After a few seconds of silence, you snapped back to reality, taking off the coat he had given you and holding it out to him. “Here, you forgot this. Wanted to make sure you got it back before you left.” Everything about you was driving Yunho insane. You were way too nice, and the fact that you weren’t weird about the reality that he was a celebrity was a nice change of pace from how people usually reacted. And your face, god. The way you had this soft look about you all the time. He swore he had met an angel. “Ah– Don’t worry about it, you can keep it. I’ll just buy another one.” He offered, waving his hands and pushing the coat back to you. “I have the money for it.” Your face grew confused, pushing the coat in his direction once again. “I can’t accept this, Yunho... This brand is insanely expensive! That’s, like.. Way out of my price range, my company would wonder how I got it.” You argued, face heating up from the offer. Yunho simply smiled at you again, stifling back a laugh. “Really, Y/N, I don’t mind. It’s really cold here, and you’re not wearing nearly enough layers for this weather.” He said, looking your outfit up and down. “Just take it. You can pay me back with something else another time.” “Another time?” You questioned, which made Yunho’s face light up. Thank god you hadn’t immediately shot down the idea. “Yeah. Maybe in a few days? Or today- Whatever works for you.” Yunho mumbled …Was he asking you out? Yunho was asking you out. There's no way this is real. Are you dreaming..? “..Tonight sounds good. Give me your phone, I’ll put my number in.” Yunho handed over his phone, watching intently as you typed in your number, and then giving you the brightest smile you had seen out of him all day once you handed it back.

“My schedule ends at around 6.. I’ll call you then?” He asked gently, closing his phone and putting it back in his pocket.

“Sounds great. I’ll see you tonight.” You replied.

Well, guess it’s time to go find an outfit.

I hope this was a good read for my first fic! the ending was a little bit rushed so please leave feedback <333 ty for taking ur time to read this!

[elliotts-personal-property]

I Think I Love You (Joe Elliott x Reader)

A/N: Hey y'all, as promised here's the Joe one shot. Feeling super nervous rn, considering this is the first time I’ve posted my writing on here. I'd love to hear your feedback so I can improve on my writing. I'm open to any and all constructive criticism and encourage it! Anyways… I won't keep stalling for any longer. I hope y’all enjoy this one!!

Warnings: Mentions/references to making out/smut but nothing actually explicit happens.

Ps, if you really want to feel the vibe of this one shot I'd suggest listening to "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family while reading this💗

With love, Kris<3

-

Sheffield, 1982

I'm sleeping

And right in the middle of a good dream

Like all at once I wake up

The poor guy had been tossing and turning all night.

Joe couldn't get his mind off of you.

Just the thought of you disrupted his sleep.

From something that keeps knocking at my brain

In his eyes you were perfect. You were the only girl in the world he wanted. Of course that also meant you were the one girl, who in his eyes, had got away. The one he could never have. Why? Because you were his best friend.

For months upon months he was stuck in this endless cycle.

It went a little something like this:

He'd think about you so much so that he'd convince himself that he had to go tell you.

Then he'd work up the courage to say it.

He'd find the perfect time to confess but then start to reconsider his choice. He always would hold it back when he decided it wasn't a good idea after all.

He'd then go back to thinking about how perfect of a moment it would've been and mentally kick himself for not saying a thing.

And the cycle would repeat.

It went on and on and on.

Before I go insane

As a result of this, he hadn't had a good nights sleep in a while.

That night was different though.

I hold my pillow to my head

Something had finally snapped.

And spring up in my bed

He had known how he felt for a long time. But he had never actually come to terms with the gravity of it.

Screaming out the words I dread

I think I love you

All at once it hit him like a brick wall. He realized he truly loved you.

-

On the rare occasion that your best friend felt brave he'd indirectly hint at something more. After a while of not getting any knowing looks from you he just assumed that you were oblivious to all of his side comments. You in fact were not.

After a while you started to get impatient with him.

You wanted to shout it out loud, right in his face, "Dear God Joe just ask me out already!"

Recently those side comments from Joe had stopped. You would've said something to him if he hadn't stopped. But now you weren't even sure if he still cared, or if he had just given up and moved on. It would be stupid to lose your friendship over this. So you stayed quiet just to be safe.

It was a shocker to both you and everyone else how you two hadn't gotten together already.

There were so many signs. It was only a matter of time.

-

This morning

I woke up with this feeling

I didn't know how to deal with

Another night of restless sleep had gone by. It was worse than usual, so much so that by dawn he had already come up with a plan.

He knew what he had to do. He was going to tell you the only way he could. In the only unique love language he knew, through music.

If he was gonna do it, it had to be big and flashy. Joe wouldn't have it any other way.

He couldn't let his feelings lie dormant anymore. No, he thought, this time will be different. This time I won't back out.

And so I just decided to myself

I'd hide it to myself

And never talk about it

He had kept his feelings to himself for the past few years. Joe wanted to tell you, he really did. But in the back of his mind he worried about ruining the relationship you guys already had.

Joe loved you so much that he was willing to hide his feelings just so you wouldn't walk out on his life. He didn't want to lose you over some feelings he had. Ones that he couldn't guarantee you'd reciprocate. So, he believed it was best to keep it to himself.

And did not go and shout it

When you walked into the room

I think I love you

Joe didn't just think, he knew.

Joe was dead set on what he had to do. He just needed to get a few things sorted. First off was getting the guys on board with it.

-

Joe gathered his closest friends together. They were less like bandmates and more like brothers to him. He knew they would help him out. All it would take was a bit of convincing.

"Can you please help me out?" Joe pleaded.

He assured them about his plan.

"It's just one, and it'll be real quick."

"Alright, fine," the bassist answered for them all, "What song is it anyways?"

Joe told them his song of choice and they all gave him odd looks.

Sav cocked an eyebrow at the song choice.

"The Partridge Family? Are you serious?"

Phil chimed in, "You really think a band like us should be playing a song like that?"

Steve rested his hand on his head, "Everyone's going to make fun of us."

Joe tried to defend his choice, "You know it can't be that bad. We're playing in a pub for god's sake. It's not like the whole world's gonna be there."

The rest of the guys seemed unconvinced.

"Come on guys, you said you'd help me. Please?"

He kept on.

"Just help a bloke out, alright?"

And on.

"Please I promise I'll never ask for anything ever again."

Rick half-whispered to Sav.

"You know he's never gonna let it up. Not until we say yes at least."

Sav knew he was right. Joe wouldn't stop bugging them until they agreed.

"Okay fine, but it's only one song."

Joe nodded enthusiastically, "Mhm yeah, just one."

It was settled, they would help. Now all that was left was to get you there.

-

I think I love you

So what am I so afraid of?

The thought of telling you was exciting to him, yet terrifying.

I'm afraid that I'm not sure of

A love there is no cure for

His heart raced as he drove over to your place.

I think I love you

Joe was already cheery about just the thought of you going.

Isn't that what life is made of?

He hadn't felt this excited over something in a long time.

As he pulled onto your street he tapped on the steering wheel. It was due to the mix of both the pure joy of excitement and an ever growing anxious feeling that was building up inside.

Though it worries me to say

That I've never felt this way

-

Believe me

You really don't have to worry

"You'll be there tomorrow, right?"

"Of course," you answered with a wide smile, "You guys go on at eight, right?"

God he loved your smile. It could light up any room.

He melted just looking at you. Anytime you spoke to him he lost all train of thought.

You snapped your fingers to get his attention.

"Joe?"

"Oh- um, yeah. Eight, we'll be on then."

I only wanna make you happy

After you said yes he began going through that same cycle again. He started doubting his whole plan. Wondering if it would work or not.

There was no way he could back out now though. For the past few days they'd been practicing that song, not stopping until Joe felt satisfied with the final product.

He wondered if you would stick around after all of this.

Would you tell him to "beat it" and move on with your life without him? Or would you stay there by his side?

And if you say, "Hey, go away"

I will

Joe crossed his fingers, hoping for the best outcome possible.

But I think better still

I'd better stay around and love you

He was determined to make sure you stayed.

Do you think I have a case?

Let me ask you to your face

Do you think you love me?

Tomorrow night he'd get the long awaited answer to that question.

I think I love you

-

You arrived early, wanting to make sure you were right up front. This is what you always did. It was your way of showing Joe you cared. You mindlessly tapped your fingers against the small stage, waiting for them to come out.

Meanwhile Joe was there fixing himself up in their tiny dressing room, (if you could even call it one). It was fairly small. The owner had "renovated" one of their small back rooms into a "dressing room".

He stood in front of the vanity mirror fluffing out the rest of his hair. Joe was doing any and everything in his power to keep his mind off of the plan. He looked at his reflection as he told himself to just smile and hope for the best. Whatever happens happens, it was no longer in his control anymore.

After waiting for what felt like forever the guys finally came out on stage. As Joe got on he stopped in front of you and sent you a quick smile before turning his attention to the other patrons of the bar.

You cheered along the whole time as they went through their usual set list. It didn't matter how many times you'd seen them, you were always captivated by their showmanship.

Time always seemed to fly by whenever you watched them play.

By now you had memorized their set list and were almost sure they were closing out now, having just played Wasted. They always saved it for last and were just about ready to leave.

That was before Joe had something to say.

The cheering in the room died down as Joe placed the mic back in its stand. He adjusted it right to his level, getting ready to speak.

"We have one last song for you all tonight. We're gonna take a little change of pace if that's alright with you."

He took a glance around at his bandmates, giving them all a quick nod before adding on.

"This one goes out to a very special someone. Someone who means the world to me."

His eyes drifted down to the people in the front row, moving one by one until eventually landing onto you.

"This is for you, Y/N."

Taking one last deep breath in he calmed himself before counting the guys in.

All of them started in, "Ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba, ba."

You giggled at the ridiculousness of it before fully realizing the gravity of this song.

You knew what it was the second they sung the first line.

You hadn't heard it in such a long time and had practically forgotten about it, forgotten how much you loved it. It was always one of your favorites, and Joe had known that for a while now.

All thoughts completely left your mind when Joe began to sing.

"I'm sleeping,

And right in the middle of a good dream,

Like all at once I wake up,

From something that keeps knocking at my brain,

Before I go insane,

I hold a pillow to my head,

And spring up in my bed,

Screaming out the words I dread."

The rest of the guys joined in on the next line.

"I think I love you!”

This was his confession.

His eyes couldn't help but drift towards you.

"I think I love you."

While preforming Joe tried to keep his attention with the rest of the audience equal, but he kept on letting his eyes go back to you, like some sort of magnet that couldn't be pulled apart.

If him dedicating this song to you wasn't the most obvious thing, you'd say his looks alone were enough to tell you that this was for you.

You couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at your lips. Your cheeks started to feel sore from the excessive smiling.

"So what am I so afraid of?"

Every time his eyes caught yours you felt your heart skip a beat.

"I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for."

Joe really did care about you, deep down inside he did, he always did.

Soon the song came to a close with their repeated "I think I love you's" becoming more and more quiet as they faded off.

They all came front and center, taking a short bow together as the crowd in the bar cheered them on.

The girl next to you had to have already been out of it.

"You're a lucky girl, huh?" she practically yelled into your ear. You couldn't blame her though, she was standing directly in front of an amplifier the whole time.

It snapped you out of the trance you seemed to have slipped into.

"Oh-uh yeah," you smiled.

"Look," she said, swinging her arm to point at the guys in front of you.

The rest of them were making their way off, leaving through the stage left.

Joe was the last one still up there.

You stayed staring at him in disbelief, not even knowing what to do. He had finally said it... or well sung it, same difference. What was there you could do?

He tilted his head to your right gesturing off to the side of the stage, to what you only could assume led to their dressing room.

He flashed you a quick smile before sending a subtle wink your way.

If it was anybody else, you'd say you were surprised by their actions, but for Joe? Well that's a different story.

With both of her hands the girl next to you latched onto your arm.

"Ooh looks like someone's gettin' some action tonight!"

Your cheeks flushed red and you prayed to god no one else heard.

Immediately you turned to Joe, hoping he hadn't heard the girl's remark.

His eyes darted away from you. Before Joe left you saw him trying to suppress his chuckling, but ultimately failing. His smug smile was the last thing you saw as he walked off the stage.

Of course he had to have heard it, why wouldn’t he?

The girl let go of you when you told her you had to leave. She told you something along the lines of, "Have fun tonight!" before you left.

You went around the corner finding the door that you guessed led backstage. The door was locked from the inside and there was no way of getting in. You didn't worry though, knowing that the guys would come out soon enough.

After a couple minutes of waiting by the door an ecstatic Rick swung it open. The rest of the guys shuffled their way out, but with their lead nowhere in sight.

You turned your attention towards the last member to come out.

"Is he?"

"Third door to the right," Sav answered before you could even finish asking your question.

"Thanks."

He gave you a warm smile, still holding the door open for you, letting you slip through to the back hallway.

"See you in a bit," he said, letting the door shut behind you.

Even though there was no reason to, you counted to yourself as you passed by each of the doors.

One...

Two...

You felt your heart race as you got closer to the last one.

...Three

You stood there for a moment trying to see if you could hear anything on the other side. You didn't and knew it was time to stop stalling.

After taking a deep breath to compose yourself you rested your hand on the cool doorknob.

Here goes nothing.

You slowly opened the door as quietly as you could and after shutting it watched the scene play out before you.

He stood there in front of a vanity mirror facing away from you. He hadn't noticed you but you could see his face clear as day through the reflection.

Joe was humming a tune while brushing his hair. You immediately recognized what song it was.

He was humming the one he had just played. His tone was full of pure joy.

Once he was done he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to shape it some more.

The man in front of you looked fine already but seemed to be getting ready for something more.

He adjusted the collar of his shirt before picking up a small bottle of cologne. Adding just a spray to his neck and one to his wrist before turning around.

Joe's humming abruptly stopped and his eyes widened.

"Oh… you're here?"

You'd been caught staring.

At this point any embarrassment that you could have had got washed away whenever he decided to dedicate that song to you.

"Sorry, I-"

"Don't be," he cut you off.

He set the bottle down and slowly approached you, seeming to take his time with it.

You watched carefully as he took every painfully slow step.

You didn't know where to start, but knew you had to say something.

"You guys were great."

"Thank you."

You had to bring it up, you couldn't bare to wait any longer.

"That song you played. Did you?"

You stopped, taking a quick glance around, noting that it was just the two of you in the room, before finishing.

"Did you really mean that?"

His gaze softened at the question.

"Yes."

He paused before stepping closer, leaving barely any room between the two of you.

"I meant every word of it."

Your heart sped up with every word he spoke.

"Y/N I mean it."

His hand moved up to tuck the loose hair behind your ear.

"I think I love you."

You had been longing to hear those words for such a long time. Never in your lifetime did you think it would happen, but it finally did.

He said that to you, and you only.

After all this time, you heard those three words you loved the most.

"I love you."

His hand moved down to cup the side of your face. You lightly nudged your face against his warm palm. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath in, wanting to smell more of the cologne that rested on his wrist.

When you opened your eyes his hand moved down to carefully tilt your chin up.

Your eyes faced him now.

"I love you too."

This was the moment. The moment you waited forever for.

Heart racing and eyes wide you both slowly drew in closer. It felt like the longest seconds of your life, waiting for him to connect with you.

You looked into his emerald green eyes before letting yours flutter closed.

Soon enough you felt the feather light touch on your lips. It felt like heaven to you.

You brought one hand up, letting you fingers run through his light brown hair.

You felt Joe's other hand reach down to the small of your back, gently pulling you closer into him.

All you could do now was relax your body and take in the overwhelming smell of his cologne.

After what felt like an eternity, the two of you finally pulled away from one another. You already missed the feeling of his soft lips on yours.

You refused to back up from him, leaving hardly any gap between you two.

His warm breath fell on your lips as he mumbled, "You don't know how long I've wanted this."

"Me too."

Joe's hands dropped down and his fingers latched onto the belt loops of your jeans before lightly tugging at them, pulling you closer.

Your hips were pulled forward and you lightly bumped against him before falling back and resting mere inches from him.

Joe's eyes quickly scanned over your face as if he was looking for a cue of some sort.

Though you had never seen this look on him before, you knew exactly what it meant.

"Please Y/N."

That short plea was more than enough to get you going.

Your arms almost instinctively wrapped around his neck, letting him know you were okay with it.

"Come on," he said, slightly lowering himself to reach the back of your legs. He lifted you up and stepped back to sit in the armchair placed in front of the mirror

Your legs were pinned close on either side of him, resting between his outer thighs and the arms of the chair.

Without warning the two of you crashed into each other once more, desperate for each other's touch.

He hummed into the kiss, making you relish in the feeling he gave you.

-

You didn't know exactly how much time had gone by, but you knew a decent amount had passed.

Slowly, you drew away from his neck and let out a shaky breath, still wanting more. It had now been a little while since you first got in there and you knew it would only be a matter of seconds until someone barged in looking for two of you.

Your eye contact with him continued as you calmed your breathing.

Lightly pushing yourself away, resting your hands on his stomach, you finally spoke up.

"We should go. They're pry wondering what's taking so long."

Joe thought about it for a second. Seemingly weighing the pros and cons of both staying and going.

"Who cares? Let 'em wonder."

You planted one last quick kiss before making an offer.

"How about later, yeah?"

A wicked smile spread across his face, already thinking of what was to come, "Yeah."

You pulled yourself off of him and tried to fix the newfound wrinkles in your clothes. After getting up he did the same and you stayed there fixing yourselves up.

Just as the two of you were about to walk out you stopped him.

"Wait."

He turned to you.

"You’ve got a little…," you trailed off as you brought your thumb up to the corner of his mouth.

"Something," you finished as you wiped the last bit of red lipstick off of him.

Feeling content with how the two of you looked, you set off out of the dressing room and back down the hallway.

He held the door open for you and led you out into the main room.

You both scanned your eyes around the bar floor trying to find the guys.

Joe grabbed onto your hand and held on as he guided you through the crowd. He led you over to the round booth where they were all seated. As you approached the booth he gave your hand a light squeeze before letting go.

It took only one glance at the you two for the teasing to start.

"Woah!" Phil exclaimed, "What happened in there?"

"Nothing," Joe replied making his best attempt at a deadpan tone.

"You sure about that?"

The rest joined in on by adding "ooohs," sounding exactly like a group of kids in elementary who just found out one of their classmates was called into the principals office.

This was only the beginning of the never ending teasing that was to come.

Phil raised his eyebrows, "Just couldn't wait until you got home, huh?"

Joe rolled his eyes at his bandmates teasing.

Sure you had been gone for a bit, but you knew there had to have been something else causing their reactions.

You looked between yourself and Joe quickly noticing the culprit.

Though you had made sure to get all your lipstick off his face you forgot to check the collar of his shirt. The sloppy kisses had caused you to completely miss his neck in some spots and just get his shirt. The shirt in question being a white one didn't help your case.

There was no sense in trying to rub it off now, and not like you could anyways.

Rick and Sav scooted around to make room for you and Joe.

As you sat down you both noticed all the other guys were already starting their night off with their drinks in hand.

Joe looked around at each and every one of them, "You started without us, aye?”

"We waited for a little while, but you guys took too long," Sav replied.

Joe turned to face you, "How 'bout a round?"

You smiled, "Sure."

-

Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you liked it💗

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

i don't know if you did this already, but i'm kind of in an angst mood, so: how would the bachelors and bachelorettes react to not having their feelings reciprocated?

like i know in the game they get upset and all, but it's never elaborated more on how they act afterwards; do they avoid the farmer for some time? do they get overprotective, does the friendship stays the same or it ends there, or? i would like to see your perspective on it :)

I thought, dear anon, what you meant about the situation where the bachelors first confess their love for the Farmer, but Farmer doesn't reciprocate. And then I thought: maybe you meant events after the breakup, when they were already in a relationship (i.e., receiving a wilted bouquet)? I did the first option, and I hope I didn't make a mistake, because I might not understand in translation. If I didn't guess right, feel free to write me the ask again. Enjoy!

SDV bachelors:

Harvey:

Heartbreak, emotions running high. But Harvey, despite his mild and, as some might think, "weak" character, managed to keep all his composure and not show how upset he was after his rejected declaration of love. Still, professionalism and cold common sense helped him save face in front of his friend. He will ask them to forget about the incident and assure them that it will not negatively affect their doctor-patient relationship and their relationship as friends. Plus, it would also not affect the fact that Harvey would still be worried about Farmer's health, and would again berate the careless lover of climbing in dark mines with monsters and constantly getting new wounds.

Elliott:

Oh... Ahem, well... Oh goodness, Elliott feels so awkward. He's, uh... He needs to be alone. No, no, no! It's not the Farmer's fault, it's just... Well, Elliott was pretty sure they felt the same way, and was so transfixed by his crush that a brutal jolt of reality left him confused. It would take him a week or two to come to his senses, after which he would emotionally apologize to Farmer for his long absence and offer to forget everything over a mug of ale at the Saloon.

Alex:

What? But Alex thought... You know what? He doesn't need this. He said it at all because he thought Farmer had a crush on him or something, and wanted to feel pity for them, because they're following him around...! Wait, no. In fact, Alex would immediately regret and apologize to Farmer for this outburst of emotion after these words. It wasn't their fault they didn't share his feelings, and it was very mean and unseemly to say so. Farmer should tell them that they are not mad at Alex, or else the athlete will be avoiding them for a long time to come, crushed by his own conscience.

Shane:

...And why he isn't surprised? Who in their right mind would want a partner like Shane? It was a dumb idea on his part to suggest dating. He'd regret it for a long time, avoiding Farmer whenever possible. But surprisingly, he won't be drowning his sorrows in a mug of beer anymore. After all, he's trying to kick his bad habits, for Jas and Marnie's sake. Shane won't be particularly social with Farmer anymore, but he won't be as rude as he was when he first met him. Fuck, why is everything so complicated, stupid crush and stupid love...

Sebastian:

Fuck, Sebastian doesn't like this awkwardness. What on earth possessed him to open his mouth and say all those words, huh? Honestly, he should have kept quiet like he did before. He's upset, it's clear as day. But he doesn't want to ruin friendship for both of them. Their time together with Sam when they played board games, their gathering at the Saloon on Friday for another game of billiards. But he'll feel a little better if Farmer tells him that things are cool between them, and the four of them also get together at the Saloon again, like old times Sebby has no luck in love, but at least he has his good friends.

Sam:

Ah, bummer... Well, no means no. But they'll still be friends, right? Actually, Sam would be fine if he could at least have a few days alone, but he and Farmer have mutual friends, Sebastian and Abigail, and he doesn't want to ruin friendly meetings with everyone because he and Farmer didn't work out. He can get too friendly at times, constantly hugging Farmer. But it's all just friendly hugs, see? Farmer will explain the situation to Abby and Sebby, and all three of them will talk to Sam about not doing that anymore, that it's okay to feel sad, and that his failed relationship with Farmer will not ruin everyone's friendship.

SDV bachelorettes:

Leah:

Although she gets upset, Leah, among all the bachelorettes, behaves like the most mature person. No luck in love? Unpleasant, hurtful, but life goes on. There will be an residue for a couple of weeks, but afterwards she will communicate normally with Farmer again. Sometimes she will even joke that she first pushed their feelings away as soon as they moved to the old farm, and now they no longer share her feelings. Awkward, yeah? She's glad that even though they didn't work out as a couple, they remained good friends.

Maru:

Oh, Maru... She doesn't want to show outwardly that she's sad, but she can't help it. She thought that they could have something, that they would be together. The girl understands that she needs to act like an adult, but her heart constantly shrinks when she sees Farmer not far away after her unrequited feelings. Maru delves headlong into her inventions and science to distract herself from her sad thoughts.

Haley:

Haley will show some pretty mixed emotions after her rejected feelings. When Farmer replied that they did not show the same crush, the blond girl would take it rather quickly and guffaw as if the proposal was not important to her at all. Like, just to dispel boredom. On the other hand, at the sight of her "not established" partner, she becomes very flirtatious with Alex or anyone else. As if to show Farmer that "here, look who you lost." There will be quite a long struggle between her adult self and her child self, and at times it makes Haley sad.

Penny:

Penny is too emotional to react calmly to rejection. The sentimental girl will burst into tears, her shame and pain will overwhelm her. The Farmer was so friendly and kind to her, she thought, that they... She will want to be alone for a while, and in the days to come she will constantly hide her gaze and say a short "hello" every time she bumps into Farmer in the library.

Emily:

Oh, no! No, of course not! Emily and Farmer may not work out on the love front, but she wants to remain friends! Emily sincerely hopes that they will forget this as a misunderstanding and maintain the same friendship as before. She will be very glad that she will also be able to chat with Farmer on various topics while she serves their order at the Saloon.

Abigail:

Ah man... Abigail thinks it's her own fault. She's always hid her crush on Farmer, thinking it inappropriate, and when her gut was screaming at everything that it was a bad idea, she opened her mouth and declared her love after all. And got her (expected? sigh...) answer. But the hell if Farmer thinks she's going to stop talking to them because of it. What are we, little kids? The only thing that will be childish is playing video games together like before, but in a love confession situation Abby will act like a mature and responsible girl.

[dasher85]

Elucidation

Alhaitham x reader | y/n | you

Slow burn

Part 6

[ When Alhaitham is pressured by the arranged marriage he refuses to deny his feelings any longer. ]

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[ The unexpected confession ]

The chirping of birds, distant murmurs of voices from the port and the gentle breeze were all silenced down once he gently spoke after a long silence. You couldn't see his face but the softness in his voice was enough for you to believe that he was genuinely trying to express himself. 

A small smile adorns your lips, not expecting he would say anything that would take your heart away but you're curious how he would solve this problem. That particular problem that's been haunting his mind and soul. 

"I still regret not listening to your suggestion that day at our first ruin research… So I thought it's only fair for me to do my best in writing our research report and redo once more based on the suggestions you said. I solely believe that it's the best way to compensate for the mistakes and harm I've caused to you."

You nodded and he gently distanced himself to face you. Perhaps just like you, he was curious about your expression too.

"I don't hold grudges, don't worry"

He shook his head, "No, that day… I really thought I couldn't save you in time. I had already bandaged your hand but your blood still soaked my uniform, I was so worried that you're losing too much blood."

He explained ever so calmly but his eyes tell you otherwise.

"It's alright, you already did your best. Thanks to you I'm still well and healthy today"

He nods, "I've concluded that I've made great efforts that day but for some reason in recent years, I still want you to return safely after going from your research sites and be there at the library with me. Perhaps I was worried that the same thing could happen to you again… I feel restless not knowing about your whereabouts to the point of not being unable to focus on the simplest tasks. I can't even read those sentences of words and the topics that interest me suddenly become uninteresting..."

"Oh??"

"I'm serious." he frowns disapprovingly at your teasing smile.

Perhaps seeing him expressing things with emotions really fascinates you rather than taking things seriously. You eventually nodded and gestured to him to continue.

"Intuition tells me that I wouldn't regret anything today and I'm confident of my success rate. So my answer to your question is 'I'll always be there for you' ".

You purse your lips, suddenly feeling a rush of disappointment even though you already guessed it ought to happen. 

"It's not entirely wrong but that's not accurate. That's not… that's not the words" you sighed deeply.

"Maybe it's better to use your heart instead of using your brain… but it's alright, you did your best". Albeit your disappointment, you still managed to display a warm smile just to make sure that he shouldn't feel too bad about it.

"Y/n…" His teal eyes stare back at you. For all these years, you never once saw him look so devastated, desperate and worried, not until this moment. You knew he's running out of time and perhaps this is his last chance to answer your question. There wasn't much time left. 

"I'm sorry that I'm making things difficult. I just want you to know the difference, that's all. The difference between a good friendship and an actual loving couple." You looked down, trying to get away from his gaze. It just makes you feel guilty all of a sudden. 

"I know the difference." His voice unwavering with confidence, as it takes your attention back to face him. 

"I know what it means to love someone and care for them, to understand their feelings and respect their opinions. These are all rational acts and should be deemed invaluable in order to maintain a healthy relationship. Even more so, I have never thought about somebody else, the same way as I thought of you. You’re important to me and losing you would only implies that I’ve failed life itself. How am I supposed to live knowing that you’re not mine?” He shook his head, sighing in frustration to himself.

“I understand that I'm the least literate when it comes to explaining my emotions and my words aren’t perfect as how I wrote my research essays... but I still hope you can understand me...” He briefly paused as he searched your eyes. 

“I really do love you, y/n. I honestly do-"

He hasn't finished his sentence entirely and you have already spun around, trying to hide the ridiculously wide grin plastered on your face. The way he doesn't even know he has actually spoken the answer you wanted has made your heart beat in pure joy.

Your sudden action had rendered him speechless but eventually he walked to your side.

"Y/n what's wrong?" He really thought his figure of speech has yet again made you upset. 

"Correct, you finally got the correct answer" you raised your head to his side as you beamed happily.

"Love?" He tried to repeat his answer to clarify his own curiosity but you shook your head.

Alhaitham looks at you seemingly in thoughts before slowly a soft smile appears on his lips as if something has connected in his brilliant mind.

"I love you, Y/n"

He should've known that you prefer the simplest and most direct answer all along. All this time, he’s been trying to find ways to show you and prove to you behind the meaning of the word Love itself. If Love was the title of a book, he would describe you it’s deeper contents rather than saying the title. 

You let out a chuckle trying to hide away your already unsteady heart. Him saying these words actually gives a tremendous amount of effects in your emotions especially the way he says it. In an instant, these particular words has somehow changes your own view of him. 

You believed it was a test solely for him, to prove himself and clearly state his feelings for you but little did you know the answer also resonates deep into your heart. As if you’re also reading the same book with him, understanding the theory that he’s been trying to prove to you all along. As the researcher’s sayings, ‘turning theory into practice is difficult but not entirely impossible’.

"...but I thought saying 'I love you' would only mean that feelings are mutual between both sides and I truly can't predict your feelings towards me… but if that's the correct answer, would you choose me?"

Alhaitham stood next to you, eagerly waiting for your reply. Despite not knowing about your feelings, he still wants that same outcome.

"I've decided, I'll choose you and… if you're curious about my feelings-" 

"Do you love me too?"

Unexpected by you, he has already asked you that particular question. Not forgetting the innocent soft smile on his lips as he hopefully waits for your answer. It's not fair, how can he stir your heart so effortlessly now?

Eventually you could only laugh at the sudden change in your own emotions. It wasn't like this the moments before. How can it change so fast? 

[ Returning to Sumeru City ]

“So you’re saying the candidate is not suitable for you?”

You nodded with a calm smile as you stood before your parents.

Just minutes before entering your residence, Alhaitham actually insisted that he should be the one who’s responsible for informing such matter to your parents. However, you suggested that it was better for you to inform the cancellation yourself. Hence why he’s just frowning outside, thinking of any possible outcomes as he patiently waited for you.

“He’s a decent man... but I like someone else, mom”

They both eyed at you in disbelief, “Really? Last time you mentioned that you didn’t dated anyone and it’s fine if we were the one who chose someone?”

“Yes, that’s right... but”, you paused just to stop yourself from smiling because even you felt it was unreal before quickly calming yourself .

“...I really do prefer him over the candidate. So, please cancel the arrangements” You softly spoke in hopes that they’ll accept your pleading.

“Who is this man exactly? How is he any better?” Your father insisted.

“He’s the Acting Grand Sage, Alhaitham.... you’ve met him before”

They both frowned as if recalling who it was, “That man was the acting grand sage? I thought he was your research colleague.”

You nodded to confirm it. 

“Is he even genuinely interested? He doesn’t even smile.” Your mom exclaimed worriedly.

You wanted to laugh so bad over her reactions but managed to hold your composure. You couldn’t complain either because it was true, he barely even smile.

 “Mom don’t worry... he treats me well. Moreover, he’s financially stable”

Although the idea of it feels ridiculous, you didn’t know how to promote him any better aside from mentioning his financial status.

You were still explaining things to your parents when suddenly a knock was heard from the main door and you thought the timing couldn’t be any better to receive any visitor. However upon opening the door, you were surprised that it was him.

He didn’t let you say another word before confidently taking you along with him by the hand.   

“Good afternoon, Mr and Mrs Last/N.” As the both of you finally stood before your parents, he naturally and carefully lets go of your hand from his hold.

“I acknowledge that it’s abrupt of me to make such an appearance, however I’m hereby to formally introduce myself. I’m Alhaitham the current Acting Grand Sage. Although, I’m just a feeble scholar.....”

He continues to talk with confidence and proceeded to reply to your parent’s doubt without any errors but you on the other hand couldn’t take it seriously ever since he mentioned that he was just a feeble scholar.

‘What in the world is he thinking? He should’ve just admit that he’s athletic rather than a feeble scholar??’ you couldn’t help but quietly question him. That man could easily sprint his way from the rainforest all the way back to Sumeru city’s hospital while he carried you even before graduation. 

It was difficult to stay calm instead of laughing despite knowing that you promoted him way better than he did himself.

[ One year later ]

"You forgot something important"

You turned your head towards him, genuinely clueless. The research papers are still in your hands. 

"What is it?"

He confidently approaches your table once more and stares back at you without explaining.

You try to make guesses but the more you do the more helpless he becomes.

"I'm just joking" Finally, after you're satisfied to see his little frustration, you stood up and gave him a kiss on his lips and the right side of his cheeks. One in response to his indirect request and the second for playing with him earlier. 

"Please stop reading the romance book on my bookshelf. It gives you too many ideas"

He only smiled knowingly before gently kissing your forehead expressing his love for you. Perhaps that’s the most obvious changes when he’s with you now. He’s still the same person you knew ever since before graduation but the frown on his face occasionally changes with a soft smile whenever he sees you.

These days, you couldn’t help but feel at ease whenever he approached you at the library table after he’s done with his work. He would always give you a gentle kiss by the side of your head or your cheeks before taking the seat next to you and proceeds to read his own book. The way he doesn’t talk much but still manages to effortlessly display his affections for you only makes you feel much loved.

Just like right now, he wouldn’t leave home for work if you didn’t give him the same gesture no matter how busy you were or how he’s already late. 

"I love you, Alhaitham"

"And I will always love you too, Y/n" 

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

A/N: Finally it’s done. Thank you for reading! Sending much love to everyone ^.^ Now that I have the basics of this ship, I can write more about them whenever I get new inspirations. 

[ “You’re important to me and losing you would only implies that I’ve failed life itself. How am I supposed to live knowing that you’re not mine?” ]

This sentence right here is my favorite. Imagine him placing down all his pride and ego just to say this... 

 Extra things, he would never mention to you. 

He doesn't talk during his visits at your hospital room the next day because he knows the words he said yesterday has upset you. Hence why he’s all silent. 

He likes reading whenever he visits you because no one would disturb him and it was just peaceful. He really did made your room as his hideaway without you knowing.

That day when he somehow heard rumors about your arranged marriage, it instantly got him curious that he straight up went to confirm it with you the next day. At that time, he genuinely thought you deserve so much more than being dragged into such a marriage.  

The mention of you suggesting him to become your bridesman has actually terrified him so badly that he couldn't think about anything else but to find a solution. That night he couldn't sleep at all. 

He actually was listening the first time you asked him about approving your leave application but the mention of your upcoming marriage has shattered his soul into shards. It was so painful and shocking that his brain just shuts down.

You were supposed to meet him at Sumeru city after your first meeting with the chosen candidate but he literally went all the way to Port Ormos because the thought of you talking with someone else irritates him. 

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Philip | You, Always You | Romantic

Requested: Yes

Whilst reminiscing on the past, you realise the love of your life has always been right in front of you.

Forcing the yawn that threatens to escape back into your system, you rub your eyes tiredly as the light of the flames hurts your eyes. Seated against a log that digs into your spine, you pull one leg a little closer to your chest, hoping to get more comfortable. 

The day has been long and tiring, with crowds of people constantly gathering around Jesus and requiring His attention. Although there is no better place than at the Messiah’s side, you are aware that all of you need rest from time to time, including Jesus Himself. Constantly staying alert whilst ushering people into fair queues whilst Jesus did His work was worth it yet physically draining.

Ever since returning to camp, all you’ve been yearning for is to crawl into your bedroll, drape over an extra pelt to keep warm and close your burning eyes. With a rich stew warming your belly, you feel your exhaustion creeping up on you as all of camp slowly starts calling it a day, most Disciples already having withdrawn themselves to their tents, and you are about to do the same when a familiar voice says your name. 

You blink in surprise at Philip’s sudden appearance behind you and you turn to face him, your heart fluttering pleasantly at the sight of his smile. “Are you headed somewhere?”

“Well, yes,” you breathe, “I was about to go to bed, actually. Is anything the matter?”

Something sad flashes behind Philip’s eyes, but it is soon replaced by something hopeful. “Well, I was supposed to keep the first watch with Nathanael, but he fell asleep and I can’t get him to wake up.”

You chuckle at the image you can vividly imagine. “That’s typically Nath.” you laugh lightly, “Nothing new with him, hm?”

Philip grins and shakes his head. “He never changes in that regard.”

You hum and are silent for a second, staring at the flames whilst your heart is torn between two things – to call it a day or suggest to stay with Philip for a little while to keep him company – but his request decides for you: “Say, (Y/n), would you like to stay with me for a while? Otherwise, I’ll be so lonely during the first watch. It will only be about two hours until Thomas and Zee will be taking over.” 

“Sure,” you tell him, your heart pleasantly skipping a beat. Spending some extra time with Philip is always a dream, but it also makes you worry that you’ll slip up one day, or that you would say something embarrassing that causes him to not like you anymore. For as long as you can remember, you’ve had the biggest crush on him, and the last thing you want is to ruin your friendship by running your mouth. “Where shall we sit?”

“I was thinking, maybe on the other side than where you are sitting right now? That way, we’ll have a better view of the plains.”

You agree to that and shift your position to the other side of the fire, where he takes a seat next to you. 

A brief silence befalls you two and Philip is the first to break it. “I can boil us some water.” he suggests, “If you can pick a few herbs, we can soak them into it.” 

“Of course,” you tell him, rising to your feet to gather some fresh mint leaves that grow in the shade of a rock formation, whilst Philip rummages around for a bit. You quickly pop a mint leaf into your mouth in the hopes of making your breath a little fresher, for if you’re talking in a low volume, he’s bound to get closer to you. The idea makes your cheeks flame. 

After collecting enough sprigs, you return to his side, for Philip has already put on the kettle and has found two clean cups that he brushes clean from dust with the end of his tunic. “Here you go,” you say, handing him the mint leaves, which he divides evenly. You watch him work whilst getting comfortable. “I remember that we used to make this on days that we didn’t feel like going into town to buy food. When we were still with John, I mean.”

“I miss these days sometimes.” Philip muses, “The wild honey we’d add was so sweet, too. I remember your small obsession with the stuff.”

Blushing, you swat his arm. “Hey, I was not addicted to honey. Okay, maybe a little, but it was over as soon as I got stung in my mouth that one day.” 

Philip laughs at the memory, swirling the water around the kettle carefully to distribute the heat. “Oh, yes, I remember that. You couldn’t eat properly for two days. Your extraordinarily chubby cheeks looked very cute on you though.”

Your eyebrows shoot up at the way he had considered you then, but Philip avoids eye-contact by pouring scalding water into the two cups, handing one to you carefully. His hand brushes yours in the process and you have to prevent yourself from startling too much lest you spill anything, your heart skipping a beat regardless.

“Luckily, it was only temporary. After all, such an experience is not recommended.”

Philip hums and blows some air into his cup. “I can only imagine, and I did feel really bad for you then.”

“You were basically panicking when it happened and my face started to swell up.”

He smiles. “Well, I couldn’t exactly help you in the same way you had helped me when we were children. Remember the incident with the tree branch?” 

It takes you a moment to realise what he means, but when a memory about Philip being stung in his thumb after poking a beehive he had expected to be empty, you cannot fight the laugh. “I’ve never heard you scream that hard ever in my life, nor have you screamed like that after.”

Philip smirks and takes a careful sip of his drink whilst the two of you look at the fire. His upper arm snugly pressed against yours makes you soar, his proximity welcome, familiar. 

“I do remember that you gave me a kiss on my thumb after removing the sting, and it was as if the pain was gone instantly.”

Your cheeks turn red; You had totally forgotten about that detail, and the fact that Philip still remembered made your gut swarm with butterflies.

“Well, I am glad to have been of service.” you try to hide your sudden abashedness. Philip lets out a pleasant sound, his knee hitting yours playfully.

“You know,” he starts, “I’ve often thought back on that moment.”

Flustered, you blink in puzzlement. “Oh? Why?”

Philip finally dares to look at you, his gaze containing something that you cannot quite place. 

“Because it was the first time I ever had such contact with a girl.” Your heart drops, then tightens at the implication that he has been kissed by another girl later on in life. “Of course there have been moments during our teens that girls showed their interest by kissing my cheek, but none of them had evoked such a reaction as to when you had healed my thumb that day.”

With reddened cheeks, you avert your gaze. “Oh, well, I’m glad to hear that I’ve had such an impact on you.”

He smiles wryly. “You must think I’m weird now.”

You frown. “How so?”

“Because that was… How long ago? Twenty… Twenty-five years? And I still think about it from time to time, truth be told.”

You nearly drop your drink and carefully put it down on the ground beside you.

“Thank you for reminding me of that,” you muse, “I had completely forgotten about it.”

The glimmer in his eyes dies down. “Do you mean to say that it meant not as much for you as it meant for me?”

Regret immediately shatters your heart, you firmly shake your head, and you lean towards him. “No– No, of course not! I-I mean… Of course it meant something to me, but… Perhaps I was afraid of how much it would mean to me, so I pushed away the memory.”

Philip lets out a sound of confusion. “Afraid? Of what?”

You fall silent, embarrassment clawing at your throat. For a second, you scold yourself mentally – you should have gone to bed, now you’ve said something dumb that will potentially ruin your friendship, just what you had warned yourself about – before you open your mouth to respond.

“I don’t know.” you shakily say, eyelids fluttering as you force back your blush. “Why did you… Why did you never mention it again?”

Philip lets out a sad scoff and lowers his gaze, shrugging. “Well, I always thought you were going to get married to Boaz.”

“Boaz?” you let out a laugh, “Really? Where did you get that idea from?”

With genuine surprise on his features, Philip meets your gaze. “What…? Do you mean that you weren’t going to marry him?”

“No!” you chuckle, “Never even thought about it. I thought he was way too childish for someone who was nineteen and… Well, I wanted to reserve myself for someone else.”

Philip’s eyes widen. “Oh… What happened?”

For a second, you hesitate. “He never asked.” you say at last, which is the truth. “And I fear that he never will.”

The flow of your blood is so loud in your ears that you hope you’ll be able to hear Philip speak as he visibly mulls over the words. “Well, I think that man would be very lucky to have you as his wife, and if I ever run into him I’ll tell him he’s pretty stupid for letting you wait for so long. If it had been me, I would have asked you ages ago.”

You nearly choke on your own saliva. Is this a confession? 

Suddenly short of breath, you bring your fingers to your lips to touch them, completely in shock. With your free hand, you reach for your tea, that has cooled down enough to be consumed. 

“Are you okay? You’re a bit pale.” Philip worriedly queries when you remain silent. For a moment, you’re worried you’ll spit the drink back into the cup. You take a moment to gather yourself and try to come up with an answer. 

Yes, this is a confession, you decide then and there. And you’d be dumb to let it pass. 

“Then why haven’t you?” you break your silence. 

Now it is Philip’s turn to grow flustered, momentarily confused with your words until he thinks it over. When everything seems to fall into place, his eyes shimmer with hope. 

“Are you… What are you implying, (Y/n)?” He tilts his head slightly in question, as if he is still unsure. 

You take a deep breath. “What I am trying to say is… The man who I was waiting on to ask for my hand in marriage was… Well, you.”

The silence between you two is heavy with unspoken emotion as you stare at one another, neither of you looking away. 

“Really?” Philip croaks, “Am I… Am I dreaming?”

Laughing in relief, you shake your head. “No, Philip, I’m very serious and this is very real.”

His gaze flickers back to the flames and he runs a hand down his brow, grunting in frustration. “Oh, I am such an idiot. Have I been that blind?!”

You giggle and put a hand on his arm. “To be fair, I haven’t been very assertive myself, either.”

Philip hides his face in his hands and lets out another sound, still processing what he has just heard. 

“Forgive me, (Y/n), I am just… Oh, forgive me for making you think I wasn’t interested, because I am. I have always been.”

“As have I,” you admit, “Since we were teenagers.”

“I’ve loved you since long before that.” His words are so soft that you nearly melt and his gaze meets yours, gently, patiently. “Please, forgive me–”

You cut him off lest he feel bad for any longer: “I have already forgiven you,” you breathe, “There is nothing to forgive, anyways. It turns out that both of us were too afraid to come forward with our feelings and misunderstood the other.”

Philip smiles and takes your hand in his. “Then please don’t misunderstand this, (Y/n).” he mutters, and your breath hitches in your throat as he moves forward slightly. 

“Misunderstand what?”

“Marry me.”

Blinking rapidly, you try to comprehend what he has just asked you. When it takes you a few seconds to reply, Philip’s face falls into embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry if I am going too fast, I didn’t mean to pressure you–”

“Yes.” you interrupt, “Yes, I will!”

He exhales in alleviation before grinning from ear to ear, putting a hand over his mouth in disbelief. “Oh!” he murmurs, “Oh, that is… Yes! You’re serious! This is the best day of my life!”

You can’t help but laugh and scoot a little closer to him. “The best is yet to come, Phil.” you muse, and he softens, looking you in the eye. 

“Feel free to say no, because it’s not really part of our customs, but… I’ve been wanting to properly kiss you for so long, and at this moment…” He sighs and cups your jaw, thumbing gently at your cheekbone. “I would love to just…” 

His voice trails off, and you don’t reply verbally. Instead, you lean upwards to connect your mouth to his, for he has not been the only one to have mustered that desire for the last fifteen years. 

Softly pulling you closer, Philip returns the sentiment, wondering why he has ever waited  this long, and imagining a beautiful future with you at his side, promising you silently in this moment to always be there for you, like he always had been.

[howtodrawyourdragon]

The Girl Next Door

Summary: Written for the Language of Flowers Bingo. Set in a Modern AU. Miles away from the man she has a crush on, Astrid worries that her chance for romance has passed.

Warnings: /

Rating: General

Words: 672

Prompt: Book Pressing Flowers

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Astrid

Pairing: One-sided Hiccstrid

Author's Notes:Figured I should write a little fic for Astrid given that I'm still neck-deep in this AU.

Enjoy!

@seasonaldelightsbingo

-XOXOX-

A deep, deep sigh leaves Astrid as she sits on the bleachers, trying to enjoy the warm sun of the early summer.

It’s been almost an entire school year since she left Berk, her home, with a sport’s scholarship in her corner. She, Hiccup and Snotlout are the only ones who made it off the island. The twins never felt like going to college and Fishlegs didn’t quite make it. It was devastating for him to learn.

The three of them were send off to colleges in the mainland. Snotlout and Hiccup got into the same one, along with Heather, so she has heard. That has left her here all alone.

She has made friends, of course. She has classmates she talks to, but it’s not the same as talking to the people she has known literally all her life. The things she could tell them, she can’t tell the girls of her sport’s team. And when she punches a guy for being a creep, she’s seen as a freak, the problem. While back home, she would’ve just been same old Astrid and given a pat on the back.

She misses the freedom that comes with being around her childhood friends, misses her family, her home, the beach... But there are two she misses the most and they are her dragon, Stormfly, and her best human friend in the whole wide world; Hiccup.

He makes her happy, makes her laugh, helped her realize there was nothing wrong with being her authentic self and embracing every part of her, both the emotional and the stereotypical as well as that side of her that likes to punch creeps in the nose, breaking it.

Opening the notebook in her lap, she solemnly stares at the dried flowers and petals she has been pressing between them.

Lavender, yellow roses, and red lilies.

They’re a confession. One of devotion, of friendship, of unconditional love.

And they’re meant for him.

One of the girls suggested it after learning that her crush has a rather creative mind.

Astrid thought it was stupid, but now here she sits with dried and pressed flowers and she feels stupid.

Hiccup is miles away, living a similar, yet an entirely different life from her. If it wasn’t for Toothless, the general consensus was that Hiccup would probably move away from Berk for college and stay away. And if he finds a part of the world where he can live his life along with his dragon, he may still leave.

Their lives are going into two different paths. If he doesn’t already have a partner by now, he must have feelings for someone by now. Without a doubt, he has certainly drawn enough attention by just being around.

Last time a break from school brought them all home, she had asked him straight up. She asked him if there was someone in his life, she pretended she was asking out of pure curiosity, just a friend wanting to catch up.

He told her no.

But there was something in the way he said it, how caught off guard he seemed by her question, how he stumbled over his own words before finally formulating such a simple one-worded answer.

He has someone, she knows he does. And if they aren’t together yet, it won’t take much longer until they are.

Years of basically living right next door to him, of silently pining, she can’t believe there would ever be a moment in which she could lose him.

That’s why she’s been trying to put this confession together and why she feels so dumb for doing so.

What if it’s all for nothing? What if she should just be happy with the friendship she has with him instead of potentially ruining what they already have?

Astrid stares at the dried flowers bunched together in her notebook, a hand on them when a breeze threatens to blow them away.

She has no idea what to do with them yet and no idea if she should even try.

[dez-wade]

I'm not looking forward to Forever possibly having to fight to get Richas' life back because I know how anxious he'll be and how he'll be crushed if he fails. I can only hope, if he does, then Phil is online at the same time because pre purgatory they had such a sweet friendship and I want at least one person to care about and worry for Forever and Phil is probably our best shot because he at least sees Foeever as his own person ToT

I definitely don't want another Bobby situation, at least it's just one life at line and not perma death, but holy shit he doesn't need that. He's already so insecure, having to do some challenge to get it back would destroy him.

Honestly I don't know what the admins are going to do at this point but I feel like is already too late to fix what happened. Which is a shame, and it doesn't help that Richas keeps thinking it's no biggie and putting himself over dangerous situations for fun still.

The situation is so shit that I don't even think Philza senpai can help him tbh. But it'd be nice to see someone trying. But with Richas making fun of his situation most people don't seem to be taking it seriously that much.

I feel like the only person that could've helped him in this situation was Cellbit, because he's the only other parent that tries to educate and scold Richas. Pac and Bagi are the types that let him do whatever he wants, with Pac lately suggesting reckless things before Richas does.

I'm still so frustrated and sad about this situation. I'm more sad for Forever than Richas possibly losing a life. He tried so hard to make everything safe for his kid, and went through so much. And even though what happened wasn't no one's fault, I was hoping that Richas was at least going to take his safety seriously after seeing Forever being so insecure and leaving him with Bad, but as usual it doesn't change a thing and more likely Forever won't want to be around him anymore, or any other egg. At least not alone.

All my dreams were ruined in a single day.

[talesfromaurea]

Tales from Aurea - Session 10 Now Posted!

Hello! Session 10 - An Oath of Friendship can be read right now on Royal Road (link here). Enjoy!

Chapter Summary: The party makes a stop in Barsicum so that Kaja can visit Saara, but what begins as an innocent girl's day out turns into something much more threatening.

Taglist (ask to be +/-): @drippingmoon, @kainablue, @splashinkling, @space-writes, @aroyalpaininthecass, @thelaughingstag

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Chapter preview under the cut

“Kaja!”

Kaja stepped back, bracing herself, as Saara rushed towards her with open arms. Within moments, both girls were in a heap on the ground. It had been over two months since the companions had last seen Saara and, while the pure, childhood joy she had in the memory crystals was gone, she had still come a long way from the traumatized girl they pulled from the burning ruins of her home. She had put on weight and her voluminous curls were newly styled into two puffs behind her slightly pointed ears.

Jo’s gaze softened as Kaja and Saara shared excited whispers with one another. Dimitri kept them moving northward through Aurelia at a brisk pace so it had surprised Jo when he agreed to stop in Barsicum. When Kaja asked if she could see Saara, Jo had expected Dimitri to refuse, citing time constraints, or at the very least hesitate and think it over. But Dimitri immediately acquiesced without any resistance or follow up questions, stating simply that Saara was a ward of the Ordo Draconis and that Grandmistress Anya would be pleased to hear that they checked in on her.

“Saara wants to show me the market,” Kaja said. “Can we go?”

“I don’t know, Kaja.” Jo shook her head. “I don’t think we have time for that.” The girls’ faces fell in unison.

“Don’t hurry off on my account,” Dimitri inserted. “I was just about to attend to some urgent business.”

“Urgent business?”

“Yes, what do you say we all meet back here tonight?”

Jo regarded him with suspicion. This “urgent business”, whatever it was, must have been the true reason he agreed to stop in Barsicum so readily. “If you insist,” she said.

“I do insist.” Dimitri flashed a rakish smile, then headed back down the road towards the inner city. Jo rolled her eyes.

“Good riddance,” Leif mumbled.

“So we can go to the market?” Kaja asked hopefully.

Jo paused. She didn’t like the idea of Kaja going out by herself—not when Irkallu operatives could be anywhere looking for her. Even something as simple as her cloak snagging on a fence post could expose her horns and have disastrous consequences. “Why don’t I go with you?” she suggested.

“Oh, let the girls have some fun,” Leif interjected, giving Jo’s arm a good-natured bump. “And in the meantime, we can have some grown-up fun.” He mimed drinking a phantom beverage. “Maybe even get Amale and that sour elf in on it too.”

“I can hear you, I’m right here,” Sakrattars grumbled.

Jo’s jaw tightened. “No, it could be dangerous.”

Leif tugged her down, standing on his tiptoes so he could whisper into her ear. “Any more dangerous than what they’ve already been through? Come on, let them be normal children for just one day.”

Memories of everything that had happened in the past few months flooded Jo’s mind. It was a miracle either of them could smile at all after the suffering they had endured.

“Alright,” Jo said with a sigh. “You can go. But we meet back here at sundown. Do you hear me?”

It was unclear whether they had heard her or not, as the pair had already taken off excitedly. Saara ushered Kaja into the house, loudly brainstorming ideas on what they should wear. The corner of Jo’s lips turned up despite her reservations.

“They’ll be okay,” Leif said reassuringly. “They’re good kids.”

Jo folded her arms, fighting the growing urge to change her mind and call Kaja back. “It’s not them I’m worried about,” she said.

[cinhomi]

NOOOOOO SENDING YOU ALL MY LOVE :(( hope you took a nice long hot shower after and are snuggled into the blankets all warm and toasty rn because getting soaked by the rain SUCKS 😭 and also get a steaming hot bowl of soup!! hot soup always helps 🥰

regarding the heartbreak situation - I'm not sure if he would want to exchange numbers tho. he specified that he's doing this to "feel like himself" again and it feels like he's willing to sacrifice our friendship for that too :// just the day before he sent me a whole ass paragraph on how much he wants to smother me in love and hugs and make me drinks and then today he told me he had a dream that we were married 💀 it just seems. idk man if you claim to care about me sm I don't think checking in once a month is that hard but to only give a prospect of "maybe someday I'll come back" just makes me feel like shit...

sobbing I want to get hugged by Chan so bad I just know that Chan will give the most comforting hug I've ever had in my life with a soft squishy chest chiddies and his arms and he'll be so warm too!! chan hugs :(

titracha nonnie :P (sending you a spiritual warm bowl of soup)

aww thank you, I did take a long hot shower as soon as I got home and after having lunch at 4pm I actually slept really well for few hours ignoring my responsabilities. it did suck but at least I think I looked pretty hot with my hair wet, coat slightly open showing my bomb outfit, make-up a bit ruined, furiously typing a scene for a future fic LMAO (spiritual bowl of soup received btw!)

hmm... I mean... if I really care for someone I want to stay with them no matter what... I'm sorry that I can't do anything for you other than suggest what I already did, but guys suck sometimes, even if we love them from the bottom of our hearts. you're right though, if you're super close it shouldn't be a burden to stay in touch until he figures out whatever he needs, it's kinda selfish... I know sometimes it is necessary to be selfish to heal, but it doesn't give you the right to treat others in certain ways. am I too harsh? sorry if I am.

we both really need Channie right now, I'm afraid. to just... be engulfed in a strong man's chest just like his, arms wrapping tightly around you as he runs his hands up and down your back, chin resting on top of your head to kiss it from time to time. swinging back and forth to relax you, or maybe coccooning the both of you in a fuzzy blanket whispering ressuring words. I think I would cry like I didn't in along time in his embrace... I think I could let go, finally feel safe and forget my worries. I hope we all get to find a person like him in our lives...

hope your days are if not good, at least normal and quiet. take care of yourself anonnie, if you want to suggest something I can write to lift your spirits do that without hesitation, hm?

[hardstraykidshours]

stray kids fic-mas: day 12

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: getting snowed in with your best friend takes an unexpected turn.

length: 3.6k

warnings: christmas mention, food mention, profanity, sexual/suggestive content, no sub/dom dynamic, oral (f. receiving), hand job, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), cream pie, cum eating, praise, pet names, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

a/n: this beautiful idea was requested by @yourhwngness! omg this was such a good idea, and i really ran with it, it ended up being much longer than originally anticipated. i hope you like it!

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"well…i think we’re all done,” hyunjin says, looking around at the holiday decorations, admiring his work.

“it looks amazing. we did good,” you say with a grin as you glance around the living room, the glow of the string lights dancing across every surface. your eyes land on hyunjin, and you can’t help but admire the way the lights look like stars in his eyes. you swear you could stare at him for hours.

you and hyunjin have been best friends for years. you’ve been through everything together. breakups, school dances, terrible fashion choices, hyunjin has been by your side for all of the best and worst parts of your lives. he is the sweetest and most caring person you’ve ever met. and he also happens to be wildly attractive. with all this being said, it’s no wonder you’ve fallen absolutely head over heels in love with him.

you’re not entirely sure he feels the same, though, so you’ve never told him this. he’s pretty touchy with you, but that’s just how he is with everyone. everything he does for you doesn’t necessarily seem like something he wouldn't do for anyone, so over the years, you’ve tried to train yourself to not read into things. you know he loves you, but you aren’t sure that he loves you in that way. if you tell him, and he doesn’t feel the same, it could completely ruin your friendship. you would rather pine over an unrequited love than lose him forever. you’ve tried dating other guys, but you always end up breaking up with them. you can never seem to get over hyunjin, so you’ve just decided to let things be.

it started snowing this morning, so hyunjin invited you over to make his place nice and festive since the snow put him in a holiday mood. you never say to no to moments like this with him, so you absolutely jumped on the opportunity. with christmas music playing in the background, you had spent the entire day decorating while snow peacefully fell outside the window.

“wow it’s really coming down out there,” he says as he makes his way to the window, and you follow suit. a little over a foot has already fallen.

“i don't think you should drive home tonight. the roads probably won’t get plowed before nightfall, and it doesn’t seem like the snow is going to be stopping anytime soon,” hyunjin states with worry in his voice. “you can just stay at my place.”

“you’re right. thank you,” you respond, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. you’re not sure why, but for as long as you and hyunjin have been friends, you’ve never stayed the night at each other's house before. and the current prospect of staying over at your best friends house during a snowstorm while you’re madly in love with him feels strangely intimate. 

he glances at you and throws his arm over your shoulder, making your heart skip a beat. “you want some soup? a snow day isn't complete without a nice bowl of soup.”

“that sounds wonderful,” you look back up at him.

he makes dinner for you both, and once you’re done eating, you curl up on the couch under a blanket while you watch elf. you’re not entirely sure how or when it happens, but by the end of the movie, you realize that you’re cuddled up against him, arms casually draped around each other. nothing could feel better than hugging hyunjin in the glow of christmas lights. It feels safe and warm, and you never wanna leave.

and then the power goes out.

“what happened?” you sit up slightly as you look around the now dark room.

“sometimes the weight of the snow breaks a tree branch or two, so i bet a branch fell onto a power line. they usually fix it pretty fast” he says as he stands up to look out the window. you try and hide the sadness on your face when you have to release him from your arms.

“well…” hyunjin begins. “i’ll go get some candles.”

he leaves the rooms and returns shortly after with an armful of candles and extra blankets. he lights each of the candles and places them around the room before he joins you back on the couch, sitting right next to you as he places a few blankets on top of each of you to share, scooting closer once he’s done to wrap his arm around shoulder. you’re thankful that the candles don’t give off too much light, so he probably won’t notice the obvious shade of pink growing in your cheeks as you snuggle your head into him.

you both spend a few minutes brainstorming ideas of what to do now before you settle on a little game of truth or dare, which for the two of you usually means just truth or truth since you both hate doing dares. you and hyunjin tell each other everything, but over the course of game, you’re both finding out silly little things about each other from stories you’ve never heard before. you play this for about an hour before he asks the question you’ve been too afraid to hear.

“have you ever been in love?” he asks innocently.

you feel your heart drop and face grow hot. too afraid to make eye contact with him, you just stare forward for a minute, deciding whether or not to answer him honestly, but before you even know it, you’re blurting an answer out.

“yes.”

“with who?” he responds, slight shock in his voice.

you shift uncomfortably so you’re no longer touching as you scoot a few inches away from him. your heart is beating so fast you swear he could probably hear it. panic seeps into your bones before you think of a clever response.

“hey,” you say with an awkward giggle, shoving him playfully. “only one question at a time, that’s the rules.”

“ok fine,” he gives in.

“truth or dare,” you say, quickly trying to move on.

“truth,” he replies.

“have you ever been in love?” you ask, trying to get back at him.

“yes,” he responds, voice noticeably quieter than before.

you’re a little bit surprised. hyunjin hasnt dated many people, and when he has dated someone, it never lasted that long, and he didn't talk about them much, so you really didn’t think he would say yes.

“with who?” you ask out of genuine curiosity.

he shoots you a playful grin. “only one question at a time, remember?”

you both laugh as you roll your eyes. as a silence falls over the room, there's a palpable tension in the air. you feel his gaze on you, practically burning a hole right through you. you nervously fiddle with the blanket, desperate to look anywhere but at him.

“hey,” he begins softly. “what's going on? what's on your mind?”

“i…um…” you start, looking for any excuse as to why you’re acting so strange now.

suddenly the lights click on, causing you both to jump slightly. you’ve never been so thankful for power to come back on in your life, as it seems to serve as a big enough distraction for hyunjin to move past the question he just asked you about.

“i'm feeling a little tired, how about you?” he asks.

you fake a yawn. “yeah, im feeling a little sleepy.”

you aren't really tired, but if going to bed is the only way to move past this tension then you’re willing to fake it.

“i'll go get the bed ready for you, i can sleep on the couch,” he says as he starts to leave the room.

“wait!” you interject, causing him to stop and turn around to you. “i can…i can sleep on the couch. you’re letting me crash here, i really don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

“there’s no way im letting you of all people sleep on my couch,” he says with a little chuckle as he leaves the room.

you're not entirely sure why, but that gives you butterflies in your stomach. you try to remind yourself that he’s probably just being nice.

as he returns to the living room, you move yourself so you’re sitting on one end of the couch as he settles himself at the other end. you once again find yourself fidgeting with the blanket, trying to avoid looking at him. the tension that was there earlier never really left. he stares at you fiddling. he knows you well enough to know that's a sign that something's on your mind. he’s got something on his mind, too, and he’s wondering if you’re both thinking the same thing.

“truth or dare,” he suddenly says, breaking the silence that had fallen across the room.

“truth,” you respond instinctively, still messing with the blanket in your hands.

“do you love me?” he asks frankly.

this causes you to look up at him, a mixture of confusion and shock painted across your face. “of course i love you. you’re my best friend.”

“i should rephrase my sentence,” he responds. “are you in love with me?”

your world stops. a deep red blush grows across your cheeks, making you wish that the power was still out. you just stare at him, eyes dancing across every detail of his face. he stares right back at you, silently daring you to answer. you stay like this for what feels like hours as you wrack your brain to figure out how to respond. should you be honest? should you lie? what if he feels the same way? what if he doesn't? no response feels right in your mind, but you decide to just follow your heart.

“yes,” you admit sheepishly. “yes. i'm in love with you.”

he doesn't respond. he just stares back at you. your biggest fear is becoming a reality. he doesn't feel the same, and you’ve just ruined your friendship.

“sorry,” you finally say. “i shouldn't have told you. i’ve just ruined things haven't i? I just..i just felt like i needed to be honest with you. you just…you mean the world to me, and i’ve been in love with you for so long. you’re the most amazing person i know, you’re sweet, you’re caring, you’re hot, i mean i don't know how anyone expected me not to fall in love you. but i was always afraid you didn't feel the same way, and i didn't want to lose you if i told you, and it wasn't reciprocated, so that's why i never said anything until now-”

"ask me,” he interrupts.

“w-what?” you stammer, caught off guard.

“ask me the same question,” he says.

“oh,” you realize what he means. “are you…are you in love with…me?”

“yes,” he states matter-of-factly.

you stare at him with wide eyes, trying to process what he just said.

“y-you…” you don’t even know where to begin.

“i'm in love with you too,” he reiterates. “i have been for years now. i also didn't want to say anything before because i was nervous about what that would do to our relationship if you didn't feel the same way. but i think we both felt the tension tonight, and when i saw how nervous you suddenly were, i figured it must have been because we felt the same way but didn't want to admit it to the other person. you’re literally the best person i could have ever asked for to be in my life, and you’re so devastatingly beautiful. it was just a given i would fall in love with you.”

every part of your body is on fire right now. you’re so happy that you literally don't even know how to express it. you're both frozen for a bit as you just stare at each other, the weight of your confessions really sinking in. he glances to your lips, making your stomach do flips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks.

“please,” you beg.

he immediately crawls across the couch to you and suddenly his lips crash into yours. the kiss feels desperate and hungry, like this is something he’s been needing for years. you’d always imagined what it would be like kissing his plush lips, but this is better than your wildest dreams. his tongue swipes across your bottom lip in a silent question. you part your lips slightly to allow his tongue to dance with yours.

never breaking the kiss, you shimmy down until you're laying down on the couch and he’s hovering over you. your mouths continue to move together in rhythm, like they’re made for each other. he gently massages one of your breasts through your shirt, causing you to sigh against his lips.

your head is spinning, you genuinely cannot believe this is happening right now. one second you’re snowed in with your best friend and the next thing you know, you're underneath him on his couch.

he starts placing soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

“can i take your clothes off?” he whispers in between kisses. “i wanna taste you so bad, been dreaming about it forever.”

goosebumps form as his words skate across your skin. a white hot shot of arousal goes right to your core.

“yes,” you moan out, feeling yourself growing wetter by the second.

his nimbles hands make quick work of your tshirt, bra, and leggings, leaving you in only your panties.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” he sighs out as he looks at you, a faint blush growing on your cheeks.

he crawls down your body, places kisses along your stomach on the way down. he gives a small peck just above the waistband of your panties before he hooks his fingers in the waistband and slides them down your legs. the cold air coming in contact with your now exposed pussy causes you to gasp. he kisses the inside of your thighs before his eyes land on your pussy as it glistens in anticipation.

“so pretty,” he says as he looks up at you with hooded eyes.

you clench around nothing as you whimper. “jinnie, please…”

he continues to keep eye contact with you, his gaze dark with lust as he licks a long, clean stripe right along your cunt. you moan in pleasure as his mouth attaches to your clit, sucking lightly. your hands tangle in his hair. he releases his mouth from around your sensitive bud, making you pout at the lack of contact. before you even realize it though, his tongue dips inside you, curling ever so slightly.

“oh fuck,” you mewl. “feels so good, jinnie.”

he moans against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. using the fingers you have tangled in his dark locks, you pull him closer to you, desperate for more. you slowly roll your hips against his face as he practically makes out with your pussy. you clench around his tongue. if he continues like this, you’re gonna cum in no time, but you’re not ready to yet. you tug on his hair to pull him away from you.

“what’s wrong?” he looks up at you. “are you ok?”

you can't help but smile at his concern. “i'm fine. i was just close to cumming, but i dont wanna cum yet. want you to be inside me when i do.”

the worry on his face quickly fades back to seduction. he crawls his way back up to you. his plump, swollen lips are wet with your juices, which he licks off his lips. he places a soft kiss on your cheek.

“i wanna see you,” you say, tugging on the hem of his shirt. he stands up from the couch and quickly takes off his clothes, leaving him in only his boxers. your eyes dance across his figure, admiring every muscle and miniscule detail. “Wow.”

he sits back down on the couch, and you readjust so you’re sitting on his lap straddling him. your lips quickly find their way against his as you reach down and palm him through his underwear. he sighs at the feeling, and you moan when you feel how hard he is. you can already tell he’s bigger than you imagined, and the ache in your core grows stronger as you imagine him inside you. continuing to rub him, you place kisses along his neck and collarbone.

you move your hand off his cock, eliciting a small whimper from him. you use a finger to pull and snap the waistband of his underwear against him. “may i?”

“of course,” he smirks. he lifts his hips slightly to allow you to shimmy his boxers down his legs. you quickly go back to straddling him, making sure you’re far enough back for your hand to wrap around his dick.

using the precum leaking from his tip as lubrication, you slowly start to pump him, causing him to throw his back with a moan.

“just like that, baby,” he sighs out.

you smile at the new nickname. “i like when you call me that.”

he looks at you with a smirk. “you like it when i call you baby?”

“mhm,” you hum, biting your lip as you continue to rub up and down his shaft.

before he can respond, you let go of him to gently flick the sensitive spot just below the tip, making hyunjin groan in pleasure. almost as quickly as you stopped, you return to pumping him up and down, feeling him twitch in your touch. he looks breathtaking, and you can't help how you start to grind against his lap, growing more and more needy by the second.

“jinnie,” you whimper. “wanna feel you.”

he places his hands on your hips and helps you upwards to hover over him. you cease your movements on his cock, instead grabbing the base to align him with your pussy. with his help, you slowly sink onto him, moaning at the feeling of him stretching you out. once you’re sitting on him fully, you both take a second to get adjusted to the feeling.

“you ready?” he asks, his hands still on your hips for support.

“ready,” you respond, placing your hands on his shoulders.

you slowly start to move up and down, relishing in the pleasant sting of his cock spreading your walls each time you sink down.

“shit,” you moan, head falling into the crook of his neck. “feels better than i imagined.”

“you imagined us fucking?” he asks sinfully.

“yeah,” you shamefully admit.

“so did i,” he responds between moans. “feels so much better than i thought.”

you clench around him at his words. you continue to bounce up and down, his hands helping guide you. soon after, he starts to buck his hips up in rhythm with your movements, making the sensation even more intense. you’re already starting to see stars, but he then snakes a hand in between your bodies to rub quick circles on your clit with his thumb.

“oh god, jinnie,” you mewl, face still buried in his neck. you feel your orgasm approaching at a rapid rate. “gonna cum.”

“you feel so good, baby. so tight. cum for me, baby,” he whispers into your ear between breathy grunts.

hearing that nickname accompanied with his dirty words are all it takes for your high to come washing over you. throwing your head back in pleasure, you moan out his name as your legs threaten to give out underneath you. your walls flutter around him as you continue to slowly move up and down, chasing the last little remnants of pleasure left in your body.

“i love you,” you pant out.

"i love you too,” he responds.

seeing you come undone on top of him has hyunjin approaching his high soon too. he inadvertently starts to thrust up into you, making you cry out in pleasure from the overstimulation. he gently lifts you off of his cock so you're sitting on his lap. he takes his dick in his hand and uses your cum to quickly tug on his cock. the only things slipping past his lips are soft grunts and moans of your name as he spills himself onto your abdomen. he gathers his bearings before looking at you. he notices you glance down to your body as you run a finger through the cum that's painted across you.

“sorry,” he says between breaths. “i knew i wasn't gonna last long, but we hadn't really discussed where i should cum, so i didn't want to do it inside without your permission. thought that might be the better option.”

you lick the little bit of cum on your finger off with a clean swipe of your tongue, making him gulp. you place a tender kiss on his cheek. “you're so sweet. thank you.”

“let me go get something to get us cleaned up,” he says.

you lift yourself off him to sit on the couch. he leaves and returns with a towel, using it to wipe you off. he throws the towel to the side before laying on the couch to spoon you, tossing a blanket over the both of you. he traces small designs on your stomach before placing a kiss on your temple.

“so i take it we’re both sleeping in the bed tonight then?” he asks.

you both laugh. you turn to look at him.

"i really do love you,” you say. “i mean it.”

“and i really love you too,” he replies with a smile. “i mean it.”

you kiss him softly. you never thought you’d ever say this, but you couldn't be more thankful for a snow day.

[twistedwonderworm]

Shower (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Deuce Spade x M!reader

Warnings: shower sex, frottage

Word count: 586

Everyone in this fic is 18+

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Gym class had been rough. Vargas had made Y/N and Deuce run extra laps for "not working hard enough". The two should have known better by now, both being third years now. They both limped into the locker room to shower and change. Luckily, they were the only ones in the locker room now.

"Do you want to share a shower?" Y/N asked, oblivious to the way that Deuce's cheeks flushed at the suggestion. "No one else is here so there shouldn't be any issues."

"A-are you sure?" Deuce asked, his face neatly bright red. They were both guys so why was he so nervous about this?

Y/N looked back at him, raising an eyebrow, "Yeah, what's the problem with that? We're both guys."

They're both guys. Those were the words repeating in Deuce's head the entire time they undressed and went to shower. They're both guys. It didn't matter that they were both guys. Deuce had fallen for Y/N back in their first year. He kept the feelings hidden, afraid that Y/N would reject him.

He tried dating others but it just didn't feel right. He only really felt happy around Y/N. When they stepped into the shower, he kept his eyes off of Y/N while they washed up.

"Not bad," Y/N muttered, and Deuce turned to him, confused, just to catch the other staring at him. Their eyes widened and they both turned away in embarrassment.

"We'll just forget this happened," Y/N said, his voice barely audible. But Deuce was dine hiding. He wasn't going to let Y/N get off that easy after catching the other checking him out.

He pinned Y/N against the shower wall, seeing his friend turn a deeper shade of red, "I can't just forget this, Y/N… I've liked you for two years. And seeing you looking at me in that way… I just can't forget."

Y/N bit his lip slightly, worried, "I have liked you too, but what if we ruin outmr friendship?"

"We won't ruin it," Then, Deuce leaned in and gently kissed Y/N.

Y/N froze for a short moment but instead of pushing Deuce away, he pulled him closer. The two boys are chest to chest as they kissed, and Y/N felt something poke him. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down. Deuce was hard.

"S-sorry…" the Heartslabyul student apologized, embarrassed. Y/N shook his head and rocked his hips against Deuce's.

"it's my fault so I should take care of it," he smiled and slowly kissed Deuce's neck, one hand down to press their cocks together, rubbing against Deuce's.

Deuce moaned softly as he started rocking his hips, his cock already leaking precum against Y/N.

The other male chuckled softly, "Do I really get you this hot and bothered, baby~?" He whispered in his ear before gently tugging his earlobe with his teeth.

Deuce shuddered and let out another moan, his hips rocking faster, drawing moans out of both him and Y/N. Y/N started leaving small marks along his shoulder, where they'd be easily hidden by his uniform.

Deuce was the first to cum, spilling over Y/N's cock and stomach. Y/N had a chance to admire his features and blissed out expression before losing himself.

They leaned against each other, panting as they recovered from their highs.

"My darling," Y/N whispered before laying a soft kiss on both of Deuce's flushed cheeks.