#did I just look up flower meanings and write one in because it just said flower? yea
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Find the Word Tag #32
@aziz-reads tagged me for this one, thanks!!
My searches are for; A name, A plant, A place, and A color
and the dnd file opened first so we're using that!!
A NAME - Maverick (Dumb of Ass, Snake of Tits; Vorellim)
They cupped his jaw, trying not to tangle their fingers in his hair, trying to remember how to breathe. "Ai armiel telere maenen hir." Nelaeryn blinked. His grip on them loosened, his eyes softening, his mouth half open. "MaverickâŠ" Behind him, Chant snickered and slipped out of the hallway.
A PLANT - Iris (Lathlaeril & Zephyr; Beginning)
"It is just - odd, I suppose." The wizard sat down, the illusion still in his hand. "One feels almost like a wayward child. Again." He laughed gently, mocking himself. Lathlaeril sat down, leaving a careful amount of space between them, gaze on the flower. An iris, he thought, with slim red-purple petals and a yellow touch to the centre. "Then perhaps it is time to exercise some independence. We do not always expect our parents to be watching." "No. But I would expect to be given⊠not an explanation as such, but perhaps a warning." He glanced up at Lathlaeril. "Or maybe that is a human conception."
A PLACE - Suzail (The Many Lies of Makaria Trapeiros; The Next Adventure)
Chant sauntered through the streets of Suzail, idly swinging her cane in one hand. This place wasnât bad, as towns went. Very picturesque. Had that retirement-home sort of feel she associated with the rich and powerful, the ones who pretended to be out of the game but played it twice as hard as any young ambitious noble. Itâs cute, really. Very quiet.
A COLOUR - Red (Dumb of Ass, Snake of Tits; House Hunting)
"Oh look," Nelaeryn murmured, elbowing Maverick, "there's someone with your aversion to clothes." Maverick looked in the direction he nodded and saw a pale skinned tiefling with curved horns in the garden. She was wearing tight trousers and knee-high heeled boots under a long red coat, which was open to reveal that she just wore wraps over her chest that stopped short of the end of her ribs. "That's Chant," said Tosh. "She lives here too. Chant!" She stuck her hand up, waving. "Come and meet my friends!"
and I'm gonna tag @albatris, @oh-no-another-idea, @ink-enchanted for the words flourish, equipment, persistence, and defiant if y'all feel like it!!
#tagged and bagged#dnd#did I just look up flower meanings and write one in because it just said flower? yea#it's all good#Zeph's trying he's just. in a weird place right now w regards to faith#maverick's (first) piece is essentially them flirting via language barriers#maverick wins by having learnt some elven that takes nelaeryn the fuck out#Chant's on her way between jobs. leaving a pirate ship for... honestly I'm not sure what she n tosh n karo n newt get up to#before they land in waterdeep anyhow. they might head straight there?#I was trying to find an early piece of mav for the colour to contrast with later mav but like#do you realise how little I use colours lmaooo
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Deprivedâ FratBoy!Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader
summaryâ you and nicholas have been together for a month and everything has been perfect, except, heâs now touch deprived because youâve both been busy with university duties.
warningsâ established relationship, fluff, sub!nicholas then dom!nicholas, possessive!nicholas, fingering, strip tease, face sitting, face fucking, ass slapping, unprotected sex(wrap it up irl), praise kink, bondage, gagging, creampie, cockwarming.
a/nâ thank you guys for 3000+ followers, it means the world to me i love writingđ«¶đœrequests are open for this au, nicholas and all other characters iâve written forđ«¶đœ
Nicholas arrived at your dorm, his hands full of flowers and a basket loaded with little surprises. He couldnât help but grin, taking in the sight of you.
âHappy one month, baby,â he said, holding out the basket of gifts and the flowers.
âAw, Nick!âyou exclaimed, stepping forward to kiss him. It was a quick, warm kiss, but it had him lingering for more, his heart pounding and his cock suddenly hard. But just as he hoped for something more you pulled away, setting the flowers on your desk. âThank you so much. You're so sweet, these are beautiful,â you murmured before diving back into your notes.
Nicholas tried to be patient, settling himself on your bed as he watched you work. But after a while, he couldnât hold back his thoughts. âSo, remember the first time we hung out here?â he asked grinning a little.
You glance up with a smirk, remembering. âHow could I forget?â He remembered it so clearly â the intensity, the way youâd led him every step of the way, taking his virginity and making him feel like he was the only one in the world. He knew since then that you were the woman for him. You were his first and last.
Nicholas sat on the bed, watching you work, trying to keep his focus on anything but his growing desire. Finally, he blurted out, âI miss you.â
You glanced up, confused. âSweetheart, you see me almost every day. What do you mean you miss me?â
He shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks slightly flushed. âI mean, I miss, uh, doingâyou know.â
A smirk spread across your face as you abandoned your work to straddle him, fingers brushing his hair back. âUse your words, Nicholas. You miss doing what?â
He hesitated, then, eyes dark, murmured, âI miss, um, fucking you.â
You laughed softly, leaning in close. âI didnât realize you were this touch-deprived,â you teased, noting how he was already hard with barely a touch. âTell you what, let me finish everything up, and then youâll have me all to yourself. Sound fair?â
He sighed but nodded, âI think I can work with that.â He gave you one last lingering look. âBe ready for our anniversary dinner at seven, alright?â
At seven, Nicholas arrived, ever the gentleman, opening doors and pulling out your chair just like he did on your first date. Throughout dinner, you kept sending him teasing looks, trailing your fingers over his hand, letting your gaze linger, and even giving his knee a gentle squeeze under the table.
âEverythingâs going to be fine when we get back,â you murmured, watching his face as he swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure.
On the drive back, you felt tipsy and mischievous. You let your hand drift to his thigh, rubbing over his hard cock in his pants. His breathing grew heavier, and he muttered, âYouâre making it hard to drive like this.â
You just laughed, leaning in close, your hand still caressing his bulge. âFocus on the road, baby.â
He was barely holding on by the time you reached your dorm. As soon as the door closed, he was on you, pushing you gently back against the door, his mouth finding yours in a hungry kiss. His hands trailed up your sides, gripping your waist as he whispered, âYou have no idea how long Iâve waited for this.â
You leaned back from the kiss, giving Nicholas a teasing smile. âFuck, youâre so needy,â you murmured.
He let out a low chuckle, his eyes dark with desire. âOf course I am,â he replied, voice rough, âwhen Iâm around someone as beautiful as you, my girlfriend, and I canât have you right then and there.â
A shiver ran through you as his hand slipped under your dress, fingertips grazing your inner thighs as he pulled you closer. His gaze was intense, his lips barely inches from yours as he murmured, âYouâre mine. I should be able to take whatâs mine.â
With that, he hiked your dress up, his eyes locking onto yours as his fingers slipped inside you. Your breath hitched as his fingers teased and explored, a delicious pressure building as he kept his gaze steady, watching your every reaction.
âLook at me,â he murmured, his voice low and insistent, âI want to see you when you fall apart.â
âNick,â you moaned, as his fingers sped up and his thumb began rubbing your clit.
You could barely hold back, gripping his shoulders as your body responded to every movement of his fingers, finally reaching an orgasm that had you gasping as you squirted all over his fingers. He knew exactly how to make you feel good.
âTaste yourself,â he murmured. You held on to his hand, sucking your juices off his fingers before you took them in deeper.
âWow, youâre amazing,â he whispered.
You gave him another kiss on the lips before leading him over to your bed and putting him to sit. He watched in awe as you swayed your hips and slowly removed your clothing including the lingerie you had on underneath.
âYouâre a-absolutely breathtaking,â he whispered, the dent in his pants growing more than he thought it ever could. You were completely bare and before him, your body he believed to be sculpted by the gods themselves. âI missed this so much,â he said, in between kissing your body, âI need you to sit on my face.â
âBeg me then,â you whispered, your hand in his hair.
âF- fuck, please baby, I need you to sit on my face. Need you so bad, I need it,â he whimpered. You loved when he was like this. Lips pouty, face red and his eyes dark with desire.
âGood boy, now lay back.â As eager as ever, he lay back, but not before loosening his tie and taking off his shirt. He looked so fine all dressed up for you. His hands gripped your hips, making sure you were flat on his mouth, just where he wanted you.
âBaby, oh my god that feels good,â you cried out. He was a man possessed, his tongue circled your clit, flicking it and sucking, making you feel unimaginable pleasure. His mouth engulfed your pussy, eating you out like he was starvedâwell he was. It didnât take much and you held on to his hair, grinding as he sucked and licked and soon you were convulsing on top of him, your high overtaking you.
âGive me everything youâve got,â he murmured, not stopping even when you already came. He continued and you held on to his hair for dear life, crying out as the pleasure became almost too much.
âO-oh, I think Iâm gonna cum again,â you moaned. You felt him smirk below you and just as predicted, you squirted all over his face. You definitely had to change your sheets the next morning.
âGood girl, thatâs my baby, just gushing for me, you love sitting on my face, donât you?â You nodded instinctively, now ready to give him a taste of pleasure.
He stood up and you fell to your knees, unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock as you looked up at him with lust blown eyes.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he sighed, looking down at you. Even then he couldnât believe a girl like you gave a guy like him a chance.
âSo are you baby,â you smiled, admiring his hard cock in your hands. It almost looked painful.
âFuck, just like that,â he moaned loudly. You giggled as you immediately took his cock into the back of your throat. The taste of his pre cum made you moan in content and you continued sucking, playing with his balls as he struggled to quiet his little whimpers.
âC-can I, uh, fuck your throat?â he asked, âitâs okay if you donât want to, I- I just heard some of the guys in the frat talk about doing it,â he asked, shyly.
âOf course baby, we can try anything,â you smiled, taking his cock out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting you.
As soon as you gave permission, he gripped your hair and thrusted into your throat. Your nails dug into his thighs as he thrusted steadily, making sure you could still be able to breathe. You caressed his balls as he did, earning breathy moans. The sight of you on your knees for him, pre cum and saliva dripping down your chin was enough to make him shoot his load into your throat. You swallowed every drop of his cum, using your hands to milk him of everything he had.
âOh shit,â he moaned, âI never get tired of seeing you do that.â
You smiled at him but thoughts were swirling in your head, he was new to all of this and it was your job to teach him the kinkier side of things.
âGet your tie and bound my hands behind my back,â you said.
âUh, are you s-sure?â he asked, face now red with a surprised expression.
âYes baby, Iâm sure, now take up your tie,â you responded. You arched your back, your hands behind you, waiting for him to tie them.
Soon, you felt the bed dip and the feeling of the tie going around your wrists. âIs this okay? I donât want it to be too tight and hurt you.â
âThatâs okay baby.â He hummed in response and you moaned as the leaking head of his cock ran up and down your folds. He slipped inside your slick pussy, both of you moaning in unison.
âYou look so fucking sexy like this,â he said, slapping your ass and surprising you. You were enjoying this kinkier side of him.
He held you by your tied wrists, slamming into you from behind. The angle made him go deep, and all you could think about was how good his cock felt.
âYouâre doing so good for me baby,â you cried, âfaster.â
He obeyed, his hips meeting your ass faster as he thrusted into you, your pussy gripping him as his cock disappeared inside you.
âS-so so tight,â he whimpered, losing himself in the pleasure of it all.
âThatâs right baby, and itâs all yours, whose pussy is this?â
âMine baby, all mine,â he moaned, and with that, you clenched tightly around his dick, creaming all over it.
âGood boy, you make me feel so good, now untie me and sit,â you said, having another idea in mind.
He did as he was told and as you took up the tie, eyeing it and then Nicholas.
âW-what are you gonna do to me?â he inquired nervously.
âNothing too crazy, Iâm just going to gag you, is that okay sweetheart? Do you want that?â
He nodded slowly, heart rising in his cheeks. He had heard his frat brothers talk about gagging girls, never the other way around but, he was different from them. He wanted to be the one gagged.
âWords baby, I need you to tell me what you want.â
âYes, I want you to gag me,â he answered and you grinned, placing a passionate kiss on his lips before stuffing his own tie in his mouth.
âThatâs my good boy, so obedient,â you smirked. You straddled him, rubbing his tip across your pussy. He let out a muffled whimper, feeling your juices drain down the base of his cock.
âMm-mm,â he mumbled through the tie.
âI canât hear you baby, youâre gonna have to speak up for me,â you laughed.
He protested through the tie but a muffled moan interrupted him as you slowly sank down on his hard cock. You gripped his shoulders, surely to leave claw marks as he stretched you out and you tried to take as much of him inside you as you could.
âBest dick Iâve ever had sweetheart.â
You began bouncing on his cock, his eyes going from your tits moving, to your face contorting in pleasure to his dick disappearing inside your pussy. His muffled whimpers only willed you further and you continued bouncing, whispering praises in his ear.
âTake it like a good boy.â
âHappy anniversary baby, I promise you wonât go this long without being inside me ever again.â
âI love your cock baby.â
âF-fuck this is my dick.â
âYou make me feel so good.â
Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as he gripped your waist lightly, lost in the feeling of your pussy gripping him ever so tightly. He could feel the head of his cock practically touch your cervix and constantly be coated in your juices.
âHold me baby, hold me close, Iâm gonna cum,â you cried, gripping his shoulder tightly.
He did as you instructed, pulling you close and thrusting up into you as you squirted and creamed on his cock. The combination made him lose control and he moaned and grunted into the tie, releasing his load deep inside your pussy. He held you close, slowly thrusting up into you, making sure your grip milked him of all his load until you both fell onto the bed with you on top of him and his cock buried deep inside you.
You removed the tie from his mouth and placed a kiss on his lips as he panted. âThat was so hot, youâre amazing.â You smiled and placed another kiss on his lips before laying on his chest.
âWeâre gonna stay like this all night okay,â you said, snuggling into him, still feeling his cock pulse inside you.
âHappy anniversary again beautiful,â he sighed, kissing the top of your head, âbest gift ever.â
âYouâre everything to me Nicholas.â
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Synopsis: What I think Alastors wife would be like, if he had one of course.
Warnings: mentions of blood, pinning, harassment?, Alastor being himself, not in a specific time period but at some point shifts to hell? Let me know if anyone is interested in a part two!!
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Alastors wife probably didnt like him at first, and thatâs a guarantee. He likes a challenge, but Alastor also likes being liked by people. It fills his ego, makes him feel good about himself. He likes to watch people stumble and fall but quite literally cracks under the pressure of doing just that when it comes to winning you over. Chances were he was constantly trying to figure you out, for two reasons. One, being that he didnât understand how you couldnât like him. I mean come on, look at him! Heâs got the charm, the manners, the style and the class, the status. What more could you want? The second reason being, the more you denied him, the more he took it as a challenge, the more he wanted you.
Well, surprise surprise, you dont like people with an image to keep up; and to his dismay, thatâs exactly what he does. He projects an image. One he refuses to change, and even after marrying you, still doesnât drop the image, but starts to become more real and honest with himself.
âPeople who project an image of themselves to others are just trying to fool themselves into being someone they arenât.â Was what you told him.
Alastor had also asked you out multiple times before you finally said yes. Everyone knows Alastor is very picky with the people he chooses to surround himself with. Everyone he associates with is either there to serve him, or to provide him with something, even if theyâre unaware of it. Which only made you trust him less. What purpose did you serve him? What if one day he found you no longer useful and tossed you to the side? Well what were you to do then?
Denying him proved to be a challenge in itself, seeing that heâs quite literally everywhere all at once.
Heâd try cheap tricks first. Buying you gifts, constantly showing up at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers or a stuffed animal. One time he even got you a whole gift basket of your favorite treats. How sweet~ if it was actually about you and not him just trying to patch up his ego. Well at least that was what you thought on the matter.
If that didnt work heâd resort to going ghost. After all, people only miss you when youâre gone right? Well not in this case. He had left you alone physically, at least to your knowledge, but he had still kept a close watch on you. Why, he just knew it would bother you that he suddenly stopped! Until he overheard you speaking with a friend about how happy you were to finally get some peace and quiet. Well that simply wouldnât do. After all, you should always make an impact, and what kind of impact would he be leaving on you if you went back to your old boring life? No no that just wont do dear.
Heâll start showing back up at your doorstep, taking you on surprise outing to force you to spend time with him. Heâll take you on a walk around a nearby park, a restaurant one day, the picture show the next. He has a long list of places to take you, so youâll never go to the same place twice! Get your dancing shoes because heâs gonna take you out to the town for the night, after all the city never sleeps! This is when he becomes less forceful, but more of a decent calm. He begins to listen more when you speak, and you actually begin to care about what heâs saying, what a shock!
Itâs almost like a switch flips after your outings. Heâll take you to an orchestra show, snickering to himself when he sees your eyes begin to water as the show closes out. Heâll force you to hold onto his arm as he walks you across the street on a rainy night, making sure you donât slip or trip on the wet pavement. If you ever do, heâll try his best to catch you and if he doesnât? Oh what a nightmare, it seems heâs fallen too! For you that is~
You two begin to feel closer, not only physically but emotionally. He gets you to open up about your personal struggles, and in turn, heâll share some of his own, but not too much. He doesnât allow himself to be fully and completely vulnerable with you, not yet. But he does try his best to sympathize with you when you share your piece of mind with him. He feels accomplished to know this part of you, and his ego is the last thing on his mind anymore, but instead you take up all the space.
He doesnât use pet names for you, not cute ones anyway. Heâll call you his devilish belladonna, especially if you love flowers. His creepy spider Lillie. Heâll often speak in the âlanguage of flowersâ, and will educate you on it if you donât know so you know exactly what heâs talking about.
Heâs the type of person to correct people in public to make them feel stupid, but he never does that with you. Instead heâll wait until itâs just the two of you and tell you jokingly how wrong you were. Youâll get upset because he let you look like a fool, but in his mind heâs just protecting your feelings. If anyone else corrects you, theyâll have their mouth sewn shut thatâs for sure!
He never gets you the same bouquet of flowers. Theyâre always different, and every week or so you have a new one. He keeps a separate batch for himself so he knows when to get you another. That being said he also makes the bouquets himself, he does not buy them for you already made.
When you finally take Alastor up on his offer to court you properly, he is over the moon about it! Finally, you seem to be coming to your senses dear! Though you quickly follow that comment up with a âLet the blood rush to your head first.â He just bats his lashes at you with a smile. You always know how to make him feel so loved!
Gets very jealous very easily. If he sees you laughing with someone that isnât him, heâll size them up before deciding if theyâre a threat or not. Heaven forbid anyone actually put their hands on you and uh oh! Limb of the floor someone come get it!
His possessive nature is rooted in abandonment, and thus being said, he has deep attachment issues to you. You are never out of his sight when you two begin dating, and youâre hardly ever far from him in general. You two dress similarly too, especially if youâre from the same era. Heâll switch up your wardrobe slowly so it complements his.
He isnât one for strong PDA unless he feels like he needs too or just has a strong want too. Usually itâs an arm around your waist, or you hanging onto his arm loosely. The most heâll ever really do is a kiss on the back of your hand or to your temple. That being said, heâs like this for various reasons.
One, he has a lot of enemies, which means that not not only does that put you in danger, but if youâre also a powerful overlord, it puts him at risk too, though he doesnât care much about that part.
Second, he doesnât like physical contact much, and though he always makes an exception for you, he has his image and pristine reputation to keep up. Which you extremely dislike but tolerate because itâs Alastor and if he hasnât changed much in centuries, nothings going to change ever.
Alastor is very very fond of you, whether you believe it or not. Your fiery attitude has him whipped more than he likes to admit. Heâll joke with other sinners that heâd sacrifice you to save himself but you both know that isnât true, his nervous ticks prove it to be false, if you do say so yourself.
Heâs very fidgety. Heâll tug a piece of your clothing or twirl a strand of your hair between his claws. If you claim heâs messing up your hair heâll cast a tornado of shadows around you to fuck it up even more, and then smiling at you lovingly when you threaten to cut his ears off because you canât tell if theyâre his hair or just furry ass ears. You always give him a good laugh.
Other sinners are actually convinced you both hate each other, but turf wars on the news show that you two are the most in love when youâre wreaking havoc on innocent sinners for no possible reason other than the fact you two had an argument and the best way to settle it? Dancing in the rain, which actually isnât rain, just blood falling from the sky because you like to kill people for fun.
âMy darling looks the best in red if I do say so myself! Especially if sheâs dressed by anotherâs remains, oh the beauty!â
Alastor has and will continue to get in his feelings about you and his mother getting along so well. He loves you both to pieces, so seeing his two favorite people together makes his dead heart swell with joy.
Heâll ask you to accompany him to the tailors, he values your opinion more than others so you often make adjustments to his suit and heâs just like âWhatever she says thatâs whatâs going on the suit.â You also make him your personal dressing doll, trying different patterns and styles on him for fun. Alastor is a true skinny jeans hater and he will die on that hill, again. He really appreciates the 60âs style, but prefers to stick to his own decade.
He will take you out hunting with him, and the two of you share breakfast together with the fresh meat youâve caught. He only gets the best quality for you because he refuses to have you two âeating like chumsâ. A restaurant tried to lie to the two of you, saying their meat was high quality and fresh. Alastor killed everyone in it and you two shared remains like a true power couple. Hells finest of course. ;)
Heâs very critical of picking out jewelry for you. Hunting for the perfect ring for you took him ages, mainly because he knew exactly what he wanted but no jeweler had what he wanted all in one ring. So instead he forces them to make him a custom one. Torn limbs and bloody parts later, you have the ring that Alastor worked so hard to give you. He proposes to you Extermination day, claiming heâd love to spend another year in hell with you before the angels come to rip you two apart from each other. It was such a sweet day, at least to you it was.
The type of relationship where he plays the piano and you sing. He loves when you sing and will gush about you to anyone in sight even if he doesnât know them.
Is very needy in private. Heâs a stage 10000 clinger, and will stick to you like his life depends on it, but will be damned if anyone catches him. You donât tell anyone about it, you like the private life.
You two have cook offs all the time. You make the hotel staff judge, and ultimately Niffty is the tie breaker because sheâs brutally honest. Once she told Alastor he should stay out of the kitchen because women were better at it for a reason⊠harsh!
He was fine though, he got her back by ridding the hotel of bugs. He knows she likes chasing them around and for that she sobbed at his feet for ten minutes asking him to bring them back. It didnât take much actually, Sir Pentious brought them back on his own, much to Charlies dismay.
He loves to read with you. You two often read a book and once you both finish you have a tea session over it. It starts off being about the book and then somehow shifts to just gossiping and talking shit about the other overlords, except for Rosie, we love Rosie in this household.
Speaking of, Rosie is usually where you get your clothes from. Sheâs a sweetheart when she isnât picking pieces of muscle from her teeth, that sharp smile is a killer! She loves to talk about Alastor with you, and usually sheâs where you go after you two have had an argument. Youâre also her personal Barbie doll. She puts you in outfits and she and Alastor judge over them. Nine times out of ten you leave her boutique with a new wardrobe every time.
Now letâs talk about Vox.
Honestly the whole reason Vox knows about you is probably because he was digging through Alastors shit. But when he sees you? Oh lord, this man is HOOKED.
He doesnât even know how Alastor managed to get you entangled with him. He finds out about you when you and Alastor arenât dating yet, and he basically jumps at his chance to try to be with you.
Vox will forever consider you the one that got away, you canât change my mind.
Alastor has proven time and time again that heâs basically better than Vox. He took a seven year back, came on the radio one day and boom all his viewers were back. In Alastors mind thereâs no competition, just Vox being obsessed with the fact Alastor said no.
Valentino uses it against Vox all the time, and it will always make Vox buffer.
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oh my god. I love your slytherin reader x marauders!!!! your writing is amazing!!!! could you do like a part three I guess? but like of later in their relationship and the reader has this little first year friend (who she is forced to tutor but she actually likes him but won't admit it) and he reminds her of the boys and the boy just like brings her flowers and chocolates and stuff and the boys see it and James gets all jealous and Sirius is just like "nah just watch mate" and expect the reader to get all annoyed but she doesn't she just doesn't say anything (because she secretly finds the boy sweet and doesn't wanna be mean to the tiny marauder like man) so then they are all in disbelief and pouty
sorry that was very long
hehe...hehehe.....this request is from March 14th đ«ą thank youuuuu for the prompt and sorry for the huge wait..... [also, let this perhaps let people know that I do have old requests saved!]
poly!marauders x fiesty!reader who has an admirer [1.2k words]
p1 // p2 // p3
CW: fem!reader, reader is feisty, Sirius is upset she's not feistier
âIâm not sure if you boys were aware,â Marlene drawled as she plopped herself onto an empty wingback chair in the Gryffindor common room, âbut thereâs some ickle little first year making moves on your girl.â
Her comment was met by a snort from James, a bark of laughter from Sirius, and an eye roll from Remus.Â
âThoughts and prayers to the first year, then.â James commented, never looking up from the rubikâs cube he was fiddling with as his back rested against Siriusâ folded legs.Â
âI donât know.â Marlene sing-songed. âHe seems pretty sweet on her.âÂ
âPlease.â Sirius scoffed. âOur darling girl is the least approachable person in Hogwarts, I hardly believe thereâs a wix bold enough to solicit her, let alone a puny little first year.â
âHe didnât have to solicit her, sheâs tutoring him.âÂ
âHonestly, Marls, Iâve never been less concerned about anything in my entire life.â James admitted.
âCould be interesting to watch, yeah?â Sirius offered with a mischievous wink, nudging James with his knee.Â
Remus rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, though he did close his book with a mischievous smirk. âSomeone should be there to save him from our little viper.âÂ
âDonât say I didnât warn ya!â Marlene laughed as she waved them off, not bothering to hide her devious grin.Â
It didnât take long for the boys to find you, seeing as you were haunting what you had early on in your schooling dubbed the âmost superior tableâ in the library. Youâd told them what made it so, but James had been paying more attention to the way your lips were moving and less on the actual words that were leaving them.Â
âOh Merlin, the poor sod has no clue.â Sirius all but giggled as they crouched behind one of the aisles of books surrounding your table.Â
âNot terrible.â They heard you say as you looked over his work, and based on the boy's beaming smile one would assume youâd given him high praise. âBut youâre getting ahead of yourself and not showing your work.â
âDoes showing my work matter if the answers are right?â The kid asked, and James couldnât blame the kid - heâd had many-a-conversations along the same lines over the years.Â
You simply lifted his parchment and walloped him over the head for it. âYes, showing your work matters; you will lose marks if you donât.â
âWell, I wouldnât want to let you down.â The kid said solemnly, and Jamesâ heart momentarily melted before he realised that was his darling angel that he was putting the moves on.Â
He waited for you to groan and call him a rotten toerag, but you simply shook your head and instructed him to do the next question, making sure to show his work this time.Â
âGet a load of this kid; sheâs gotta be just about ready to hex him.â Sirius murmured.Â
âIâm surprised she hasnât, honestly.â James replied, causing Remus to snicker.
âThe two of you have been hexed for less.â
The three were interrupted when the kid let out a theatrical gasp and dropped his quill. âI canât believe I almost forgot!â He screeched before ripping open his book bag.
After far too long spent searching the inside of his bookbag, the kid withdrew a slightly crumpled rose, letting out a disappointed groan when he saw the state of it. âMy astronomy textbook mustâve crushed it.â
âWhy do you have a rose in your bag?â You deadpanned, and the kid was right back to beaming again.
âI brought it for you, of course. I picked the prettiest one for the prettiest girl.â
This was it, this was the moment they were here for; Sirius watched eagerly as Remus grimaced, each equally anxious for your no doubt cantankerous response.Â
But it never came.
You simply let out a sound bordering a breath, a sigh, and a laugh as you gingerly took the wilted rose between two fingers.Â
âVery thoughtful. Please get back to your homework.â Was all you offered him, but the kid seemed no less pleased as he picked up his quill and dutifully returned to his work.Â
âWhat in the buggering fuck?â Sirius hissed, earning him an elbow in the ribs from Remus, but it was too late.
âCan I help you boys?â You drawled, though you never actually looked behind you where your three boyfriends were still hiding.Â
âYes, you can help me.â Sirius barked, storming out from behind the stacks followed closely by James and less closely by Remus who had the grace to look a little shamefaced for his spying. âYou can help me understand what the hells all this is!â
âThis is called tutoring and studying, Sirius, if you spent any time in a library, it might be more familiar to you.â You offered simply, turning a glare in Remusâ direction when he snorted.Â
âOkay, swot, what I mean is why are you hear letting this little dugbog-â
âSirius!â You chided quickly.
âOh my gods! And youâre defending him!â Sirius continued shrilly, earning him various shushings from surrounding students.Â
James couldnât help but notice you roll your eyes in exasperation, but he also noticed the faintest hints of a smile dancing on your lips.Â
âYouâve done well, Cameron; keep practising, and for the love of Merlin make sure you show your work next time or so help me godsâŠâ
âYes maâam!â Cameron replied as he packed up his bag. âSee you next week?â
âJust as we always have.â You drawled in a bored tone, though you offered him a smirk as he hustled out of the library.Â
âI canât believe you!â Sirius huffed as he took Cameronâs now vacated seat.Â
âAngelâŠwhat is the meaning of all this?â James asked earnestly, causing Remus to snort as he had the decency to press a kiss to your hair in greeting.Â
âIf weâd have known you were meeting with new suitors, dove, we would have insisted on accompanying you to your tutoring sessions.â
âOh please.â You dismissed. âHeâs just a kid.â
âUhm, and?â Sirius pouted.
âSweetheart, weâve seen you jinx a kid for sneezing too closely to you.â Remus reminded you, and your face darkened.
âGerm infested little freaks.â
âThereâs our girl.â Sirius exclaimed. âI canât believe you let him get away with any of that!âÂ
âHeâs harmless.â
âHeâs a flirt.â Sirius corrected.
âHeâs you.â You shot back, and the three boys all looked at you with various levels of bemusement.Â
âI beg your pardon?â James finally asked, and you shook your head as you began packing up your own bag.Â
âHeâs like a miniature version of the three of you; following me around and being abhorrently affectionate.â
âWell, hey, I think weâre, like, an appropriate amount of affectionate.â James tried.Â
âNo, it's sort of abhorrent sometimes.â Remus quickly agreed.Â
âBabeâŠâ Sirius cooed, causing Remus and James to grimace. âAre you going soft on us!?âÂ
Your eyes immediately darkened as you glowered at him, and if Siriusâ sudden flinch and the following yelp proved anything, you aimed a tame stinging jinx at him.Â
âOn the kid? Maybe.â You responded primly. âOn the three of you? Juryâs still out.â
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đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ & đ§đšđđ â fem!reader, cunnilingus, teasing, degradation, mean!veritas, pussy slapping, prone bone, unprotected sex, he puts u in a headlock etc âą my first time writing for this man ! i hope i did him justice :3 happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni & NOT PROOFREAD
VERITAS'S eyes raked over your entire frame, his mouth working wonders on your cunt, while you practically gushed on his tongue â "did i tell you to stop?" he raised an eyebrow, flicking your clit with his tongue as if to punctuate his words.
"n-no butâ" "but?" his tone was harsh, causing you to flinch from the venom in his voice. "but it's hard to focus w-while you're shoving your tongue down my pussy, duh."
veritas only chuckled, pulling his mouth away from your aching cunt â strings of your arousal and his saliva connecting his pink lips to your pussy. "whaâ" smack!
a harsh slap landed on your clit, making you yelp and jolt at the sting. "you're talking just fine, but you can't read a simple paragraph from the book? are you a brat or just simply stupid?" he hissed, pretty eyes narrowing down to slits â lips pressed into a frown.
"i â" you cried out when another smack landed on your cunt, thighs desperately trying to close but his hands easily pried them apart. "you think you're so cheeky, hm? running that smart mouth to get on my nerves on purpose? whatever do i do with you..." he sighed, running the knuckles of his fingers over your puffy folds as if to soothe it from the stinging burn.
a desperate whine left your lips when veritas parted your folds, licking a long stripe up before circling his tongue on your clit, big hands pinching and feeling up the soft skin of your thighs. "keep reading."
"âŠa-and gibraltar as a girl where i was a flower of â nggh â!" your head rolled back with a breathless moan when he started tongue-fucking you, while his thumb drew figure eights on your puffy clit. "go on," you could practically hear the smirk in his voice, his attention solely on you. the way you quiver so adorably while moaning his name â struggling so hard to let out coherent sentences.. it made his cock twitch and strain painfully against his pants.
"please," you begged, the tears in your glossy eyes finally threatening to spill and fuck â it shouldn't have made him harder than he already was. "i - i can't anymore, veritas," you hiccuped, the man's heart fluttering at the way his name rolled off your tongue so beautifully.
"..fine," strong arms flipped you over with ease â making you drop the book with a surprised yelp, now positioned on your tummy. you tried to look back but a hand pushed your head down, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear,
"â but brace yourself, because im not gonna go easy, slut."
that was all he said before pushing himself into your warm, welcoming walls â pelvis resting on your ass. "f-fuck, still so tight," veritas groaned, his free hand foundling the fat of your ass before landing a swift smack on it, making your clench even more around him. "ve - veritas â" you gasped when he wrapped an arm around your throat, effectively putting you in a headlock as his thrusts finally found their rhythm â rough and calculated.
it wasn't long before you could feel yourself getting lost in the hazy fog of pleasure â eyes threatening to roll back as his cock hits that one rough patch inside of you with strong but calculated thrusts, along with the mean, degrading words he whispered into your ear â you came embarrassingly fast.
"y-yes yes yes â ! right there oh god â!" you couldn't help but bite down on his forearm as you made a mess on his cock, some of your slick running down his shaft to his balls â even soaking his thighs in the process.
"god, such a messy fucking girl, aren't you?" he spat â thrusts becoming more powerful and his voice becoming higher in pitch â indicating that he too, was close to his release.
and it didn't take long for him to cum â hips pressing against your ass, while spurts of his seed coated your gooey walls, his face buried in your neck as he gives you everything he had to offer.
he slowly lifted his head after a few minutes of inhaling your intoxicating scent, voice raspy and deep â
"you still have to read the book, you do know that right?"
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(OFFICIALLY) SWEPT OFF YOUR FEET
i. summary in which everyone knew you were in a relationship, except for you.
ii. warnings wc 1.5k, profanity, reader will be angry: couple fight scene but not really, alhaitham is kinda dumb here, but he loves you and you love him and that's all that matters, ending is kinda lame... ft. tighnari and cyno
iii. written for my big sibling @earthtooz hope u like this one earf ily
âHey, Alhaitham?â
He hums noncommittally.
You nestle further in his arm thatâs draped lazily over your shoulder, his other hand and his attention occupied by a book. He doesnât respond again, but he does glance at you for a moment while you shift, adjusting his arm more comfortably.
âTighnari sent me a letter the other day.â
âHm.â
âAnd it was real sweet, you know. He sent over fruits and told me you have your share in my package. He didnât want to send them to you because he said the fruits would have expired by the time youâd read the letter.â Alhaitham doesnât deny it. âBut I read something extremely strange in the letter that had me dropping the fruits out of pure shock.â
Alhaitham still doesnât reply. But you know him well enough to know that heâs no longer readingâjust keeping appearances.
âDid you read it?â
â...No.â
Obviously. âAh, well. Let me quote it, as I feel the need to share it with you as well.â You sit up straight and push Alhaithamâs book away from his line of view. âHe said, âFor the insufferable, lovely couple. Itâs been a while since you two have visited. How are you and Alhaitham doing? Write back soon.â And then he taped a flower.â
Alhaithamâs mouth twitches into a half-smile. âYou look miffed.â
You scowl. âAlhaitham, of course Iâm miffed! Since when were we a lovely couple? And why are you not surprised? Were you the one to prank them?â
âNo oneâs trying to fool anyone,â he says smoothly, picking up his book once again. As if he just hasnât caused your crisis. âTighnari is simply being a good friend and looking for something to nag us about.â
âAlhaitham, since when were we a couple?â you demanded again, shaking his arm. âDid I miss something? Did I wake up one day and forget about being in a relationship with you?â
âHavenât we always been in one?â
âNo, we have not?â
Alhaitham casts you a glance. âYou sound unsure.â
âBecause you seem so sure of yourself for no reason,â you fume, itching with the urge to hurl the book at his face. âI didnât even know you were even into me like that!â
âI let you kiss me on the cheek every night before you leave my house. Sometimes, you donât even leave my house, so we sleep on the same bed.â As if that explains anything. And did he fling out these reasons to Tighnari, too?
âWell, I do it because Iâve been doing it since we were, like, six. And you never told me to stop. Plus, itâs just a cheek kissâthatâs way different from an actual kiss actual couples do,â you say, getting increasingly infuriated with each word thatâs coming out your mouth. Why do you have to explain how relationships work to Alhaitham? Surely heâs read a guide about love in the millions of books heâs touched?
âI donât see why you wouldnât start kissing me the way couples do, then.â
Oh, this bitch. âSo you knew that I liked you?â Your voice wavers, and you feel a little pathetic. âAnd thatâs what prompted you to start spreading lies to everyone? Is this some joke to you?â
Immediately, his expression is swept off of amusement. âY/N,â he says as you feel your lips tremble. âY/N, thatâs notââ
âShut up,â you say. âHow long has this been going on? Since when have I been outside of the biggest inside joke, huh?â
âItâs not like that. I thoughtââ
âOh, you thought, didnât you? Yet you didnât think I donât want my feelings to be played likeâlikeââ You canât even bring yourself to say this. You know that Alhaitham can be mean when he wants to be, but making a joke out of the feelings youâve desperately hidden for years?
âI need to leave.â Youâre not sure why you feel the need to announce it. Was it because you rarely even leave his place? Each step feels wrong. You donât want to be mad at Alhaitham to this extent but youâre hurt.
You ignore Alhaithamâs hurried, âWhere are you going?â because you donât have an answer to that. Wherever you go, you always end up in Alhaithamâs arms.
You forcefully push the door open and march off, head spinning, humiliated. You hear Alhaithamâs steps fall into place after yours. Itâs pissing you off even more that Alhaitham doesnât even look the slightest bit frazzled, as if you impulsively sprinting off is just a walk in the block for him.
Then you spot Cyno in the middle of a street. He catches your wrist before you can avoid him.
He blinks, mildly surprised to see itâs just you and not some food stall thief. âY/N.â Cyno tilts his head slightly to acknowledge the man a few feet away from you. âAlhaitham. Is something the matter?â
âItâs nothing!â You donât question why or how Cyno is here, shoving him asideâwhich proved to be a little difficult given how heâs pretty strong for such a tiny man.
âYouâre crying,â Cyno points out as you try to push him away as if you arenât aware of how your face feels uncomfortably hot and how tears are sliding off your cheeks.
âItâs a marital dispute,â Alhaitham says, directly behind you.
His voice makes you scowl. So infuriatingly sexy, and youâre mad at it. âWeâre not married!â
Cyno nods, serious. âYes, I only heard about the engagement.â At your stunned silence and Alhaithamâs reluctant stillness, Cyno clears his throat and steps aside. âI suppose Iâll leave you two to it. I donât know how relationships work.â
You groan as Cyno walks off, âGreat, so even Cyno thinks weâre a couple. Whoâs next, Lesser Lord Kusanali?â
Alhaitham looks away. âWellââ
âOh, fuck off.â
Your wrist seems keen on being dragged around by men today, it seems. Alhaitham firmly tugs at your arm, pulling you close to his chest, his gaze intensely searching yours. But all he would be able to see is your scowl. And all you can see is his handsome face.
âY/N,â Alhaitham says, your name in his voice a sweet murmur. âIâm sorry I upset you. I didnât think you would react that way.â
âWhat, you think Iâd just roll with it?â you spit with dripping bitterness.
âYes.â You're taken aback as you gaze at him and find his expression to be entirely genuine and open. âWe fell into a friendship so easily. I fell in love with you the same way: naturally. I thoughtâŠâ And then his usually blank face twists into something unpleasant. âForgive me.â
âAlhaitham, you idiot. You bastard. Do you have any idea how relationships work?â
âNo. All I know is how to be with you.â He wipes a tear off your cheek. âBut it appears Iâm not even doing that right.â
âFuck you.â You bat his hand away. His face falls. âYou donât get to act all sweet to me like that. I spent years thinking you would never see me that way, and you get to decide one morning that weâre in a relationship, just like that?â
âYouâve liked me for years?â Alhaithamâs eyes are a bit wide, totally missing the point.
âAlhaitham.â
âI ask you out every dinner. And you say yes each time.â
âI didnât think you meant it like that!â
âI did mean it like that,â Alhaitham says, and again with that âso sure of myselfâ personality. You hate it. You love it. âAnd I meant everything Iâve ever said to you like that. I didnât tell anyone anything; they just assumed on their own, and only then did I realize how it did seem that way. It was my selfishness that didnât try to deny their assumptions.â
Alhaithamâs usually so difficult to speak to, especially when it comes to expressing his true emotions. You often find yourself filling the silence, and he seems content with it. However, he appears desperate at this moment, as though youâre planning on leaving if he doesnât give you a reason to stay.
You are too weak. âSo you like me.â
âI do.â
ââŠAnd you want to⊠be in a relationship with me.â Alhaitham nods. You're beginning to feel flustered as the realization sets in that the man you've always dreamt of is holding you intimately in the middle of nowhere, and also confessing that he feels the same way. âAsk me out properly, then.â
Alhaitham looks at you incredulously. Did he think it was over?
âDo it, Alhaitham. Woo me. Win me over. Sweep me off my feet.â
â...Y/N,â he hesitates, his face tinted pink, vaguely embarrassed. âGo out with me. In that way.â
It sounds demanding and clumsy, but itâs perfectly Alhaitham, so your heart beats out of your chest and your face splits into a grin all the same.
You wrap your arms around his neck. âIf youâre gonna be my boyfriend, youâre going to do it right, you hear me? You wonât just let me do anything. And you will startâofficiallyâtomorrow by telling everyone that we are not engaged nor married.â
Alhaitham dips his head down, your chin trapped by his fingers. âWe will be, eventually, though. And I can just start now. Officially.â
Your confusion doesnât last for even a second when his lips meet yours in a kiss. Youâve been wooed. Won over. Swept off your feet.
earth i hope u know it took me months to find a good plot for your man this was a feat in itself. also i copy pasted your tags love u.
also if u caught the title while it was called swept over your feet shut upâŠ. Please. this didnt have a title originally đ
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begging for ANYTHING fix it related for the most recent season !!!
five x reader and they are married?? it would be nice if the reader had a more relaxed job in comparison to five in the CIA (the reader used to also work for the commission but wanted a calm life)
like maybe working in a daycare or flower shop?
iâm honestly begging for anything sweet please if youâve got the time !
THIS HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD. YES, I WILL WRITE THIS FOR YOU <3 I ALSO HATE THE WAY THEY CHARACTERIZED FIVE IN THE NEW SEASON. This will be very domestic :3 And it's been a while since I've written Five, I hope he's not too out of character, let me know if you have any pointers :3
The door to your apartment creaks open and heavy footsteps enter, the jangling sounds of house keys hitting the ceramic bowl reaching your ears with a sigh following.
"Good evening, Jerome." You coo.
"I did not pick that name, quit calling me it." Five huffs as he shrugs off his suit jacket, entering the living room. He looked tired, but he was okay with that. He didn't want to settle for some repetitive job he'd be bored as hell at. Even if they gave him stupid aliases like Jerome.
"You could have at least asked. That's embarrassing, telling people your name is Jerome. What about...Ethan? Or even something that's close to Five. Like, Finn, or something." You answered with a chuckle, while Five crumpled on the couch next to you.
"There isn't any point. It's not like you need to go around calling me that name." He said, taking off his tie and laying it across the arm of the sofa. "Anyway, how was work?" He asked, taking off his brown Oxfords and laying them nearby but out of the main walkway. He reached over to the stack of papers on the coffee table and looked at the first page. "Jesus, this is the sloppiest handwriting I've ever seen."
"Ah yes, because children who still have shitty motor skills are going to be writing in perfect print. That's why they only have to write their names, not write full-fledged essays." You said sarcastically, plucking the piece of paper from his hands. You looked over the assignment your kindergarteners were given. The instructions were to count the different types of bugs on the paper. There were no more than 9 of each bug. 4 butterflies, 7 caterpillars, 1 beetle, 8 spiders.
"I was never that dumb." Five said a little snarkily, pointing to the answer spot that said there were only 5 caterpillars.
"Don't be such a prick." You huffed, getting out a blue pen. You didn't like to use red, too harsh. You circled each answer wrong, not making any corrections.
"How are you even meant to teach them this? It's basic counting." Five asked, sort of actually curious.
"We'll just go over it in class tomorrow. Everyone will count together."
"Then what's the point of the homework?"
You groaned. "We are not having this conversation anymore, old man." You pulled out a pack of stickers, putting one on each sheet of paper.
"You're just as old." He countered with a smirk, leaving you to roll your eyes and continue 'grading' the papers. He did shut up and drop the subject, letting his hand stray to your hand that wasn't busy grading papers. He wasn't ever one for physical affection in the past, but ever since getting to this place? He was more lenient. He was never hanging off of you, but his touches were gentler. Each contact of skin was a small way of saying 'I love you', because it was hard to say it out loud after years of isolation.
The biggest way of him saying he loved you was twisting the ring that nicely fit on your finger like he was doing right now. Like he was making sure you were aware of its presence and meaning.
You finished the papers in less than five minutes. You did not envy the fourth-grade teachers who had actual homework to grade. "Your dinner is in the fridge." You told him, taking his other hand and playing with the black band that adorned his ring finger.
"Not hungry." He said shortly, like he was offended you'd ever assume he wanted to do something aside from this. He wouldn't ever say that out loud, of course.
"It's sushi. Made by yours truly." You added, holding back a chuckle when he sucked in a deep breath, very torn between the options. It was weird, able to sit and think about something. He wasn't rushing home to eat and go to bed, he got to do domestic shit with you and fuck did he love it.
"..." Five stayed silent like a brooding teenager.
"I'll come with you." You reasoned, and he reluctantly sat up. You smiled and got up with him, the two of you traversing to the kitchen. He opened the door to the fridge and grabbed the small Tupperware of delicious looking sushi. You were not a fan of Commission cafeteria food, and you took pride in buying the best ingredients for you and your spouse. You were already grabbing him a pair of chopsticks, sitting with him at the kitchen island.
"...thanks." He said after eating a roll. He was stubborn, but he really did appreciate you taking the time to make more for him when he got home late. It was so nice to come home to a homemade meal. It reminded him of Grace.
"Of course, honey." You smiled, sitting in silence while he ate. He savored every moment. After being in the apocalypse for forty years, he really grew to appreciate the things he didn't have. He swore he would never take this life for granted.
He never questioned why, because the whole reason was sitting right next to him.
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second chances | s.r.
the one where Spence regrets everything thatâs happened in the past six months.
pairing: spencer reid x bau!reader category: angst, fluff cw: none wc: 3.3k a/n: this took forever too write because every time i tried writing it i absolutely hated how it came out. iâm hoping i gave them the ending they deserved and that you all love it! also please let me know if there's any warnings I should add.
pt.1 masterlist spencer reid masterlist
The entire car ride home was a blur, and you mean that literally. The tears that coated your eyes never seemed to stop even after you arrived back home. The dull hum of the engine couldn't seem to drown out the noise-deafening pounding in your chest.
You couldn't help but replay every moment from tonight on a loop, the gut wrenching realization that Spencer moved on so quickly, so easily. It felt as if your entire world had been tilted on its axis and you were left to live in a reality that didn't make any sense.
Maya. You hadn't been able to look at her without a sharp pang of jealousy making its way though your chest. The way she spoke to Spencer, so casually, so possessively like you were going to take her from him at any second. But in reality that's what she did to you.
You told yourself that you were fine, that you had enough time to move on and get over that relationship, but its clear you were lying to yourself. Every moment you were in his presence were the few moments of bliss where you could pretend everything with him was normal.
You had loved him. You still did. The harsh truth of that might've hurt worse than tonight's events.
Once you finally arrived home you didn't bother to go inside right away. Turning off the car you sit staring at the dashboard, trying to ground yourself in something, anything but the whirlwind of emotions going on in your mind right now.
As your about to open the door, your phone buzzes in the passenger seat. Picking it up you see it's a message from Penelope.
From: Penny
Are you okay, sweetheart? If you need anything I'm just a phone call away. Please don't let his stupidity ruin your night, we all know how much of an amazing person you are!
A small smile painted its way across your features, though drained and not very genuine.
You quickly texted her back letting her know you were okay and just needed some time to process everything. With that you finally got out of the car making your way inside, preparing for another sleepless night.
-
You had taken the day off. Well technically you didn't request it, it was given to you by Hotch. The team had just gotten back from a long gruesome case and he decided that everyone needed some time to decompress.
It had been a couple weeks since 'The Incident' as Emily has so kindly labeled it. Since then the unkind thoughts hadn't left your mind.
You spent most of the day curled up on the couch barely able to focus on the movies playing on the TV. Your mind was a storm of thoughts that blossomed from that night, though not into flowers, more so like weeds that didn't want to fully be pulled from the ground.
You replayed every word he said that night. Every glance, subtle expression. There was no warmth in his tone, nothing that suggested the gentle, awkward genius who had found solace in your presence.
You knew it hurt, but what hurt more was the realization that Spencer wasn't the only thing you lost that night. You were mourning the loss of what had been, what could've been.
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The next morning, you showed up at the office. The decision half-hearted, debating on requesting for another day out of the crowded space. You're not sure what you were expecting, for something to just change overnight, or if you needed to prove to yourself that you could handle it.
You walked in to see the team gathered around the bullpen. Derek was leaning against the counter, talking animatedly to JJ, while Penelope was chattering away in her usual high-energy manner. They all seemed fine, but you knew they could feel your emotions. You had always worn them on your sleeve, and the team was nothing if not perceptive.
And Spencer? He was nowhere to be found.
Your heart dropped, but you quickly masked the disappointment with a neutral expression. You couldnât allow yourself to think about him right now, not with everything else going on.
As you slid into your chair, you could feel their eyes on you every now and then, but none of them dared to speak up. It was only when the elevator doors opened that you saw Spencer walking toward the bullpen. His usual awkward stride was missing, replaced by something⊠hesitant. His eyes briefly met yours, but instead of the usual spark of familiarity, there was something different. Something strained.
He was carrying a large coffee cup in his hand, but it seemed like he was just holding it for the sake of holding it.
ây/n,â he said softly, his voice laced with the same uncertainty that had been present in his eyes. You barely met his gaze, your stomach doing somersaults at the sight of him.
âSpence,â you said, offering a forced smile. You couldnât help but feel a pang of longing, but you couldnât let yourself show it.
âI, uh, can we talk?â he asked, his words tumbling out in that way that was so quintessentially Spencer.
Your gaze flickered around the room, but you didnât want to make a scene. âNowâs not the best time.â
He nodded, but you could see the disappointment in his face. He hesitated for a moment before turning away and heading to his own desk. You didnât watch him go, how could you?
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Hours passed, and the tension between you and Spencer lingered like a heavy fog. Every now and then, you caught his eyes lingering on you when he thought you werenât looking, but every time you met his gaze, he looked away.
You were exhausted. Your mind was scattered. And when you finally gathered the courage to step away from your desk to grab a coffee, it was then that Spencer decided to approach you.
ây/n,â he called out gently, his voice softer now, less urgent.
You paused mid-step, not sure how to respond. His presence was overwhelming, and even though you wanted to retreat, you knew you couldnât keep avoiding him forever.
Turning around slowly, you nodded. âSpencer.â
âCan we talk?â he asked again, this time with more sincerity in his voice.
You studied him carefully, unsure whether you could trust yourself to keep calm. âDo we really need to? I think weâve said everything we need to say.â
âNo,â he replied, shaking his head. âI donât think we have. At least not yet.â He paused, looking down at his feet. âPlease.â
You could hear the desperation in his voice, and for the first time since that night, you allowed yourself to truly look at him. You didnât know what had changed, but you knew it was something important. You had loved Spencer for so long, and maybe it was time to let him explain himself.
âAlright,â you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. âLetâs talk.â
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The conference room door clicked shut behind you, and for a brief moment, you felt like you were trapped. The silence was thick, oppressive. Spencer stood by the window, facing away from you, his shoulders tense, his hands hanging stiffly at his sides. He didnât move, didnât speak. The space between you felt impossibly wide, like an ocean stretching between two distant shores.
You wanted to scream. To demand answers. To ask why. But you couldnât, because the truth was, you were too scared of what might come next. The flood of emotions coursing through you felt like too much to bear. And the pain? The pain was undying.
Finally, Spencer spoke, but his voice was soft, almost trembling. âI never meant to hurt you,â he said, his words breaking the stillness in the room, but they did little to ease the ache in your chest.
He turned slowly, his eyes dropping to the floor as if he couldnât bear to look at you. âIâm so sorry. For the way I ended things... for pushing you away.â
His gaze finally met yours, but there was no spark there, no warmth. Just an empty, hollow ache, the same one you felt. The distance between you both was palpable.
âI thought I was doing the right thing,â he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. âI thought I was protecting you. I thought I was giving you space to breathe⊠to move on. To get away from the chaos thatâs always been a part of my life.â
The words struck you like a punch to the gut. Protecting you? Was that what this was? Did he think he was being noble by choosing to shut you out?
âYou pushed me away, Spencer,â you said, your voice trembling with the rawness of everything you were holding in. âI didnât ask for space. I didnât ask for you to shut me out. I was here⊠I've always been here.â The anger, the hurt, it all poured out of you, and you couldnât stop it even if you tried. âI just needed you to be honest with me. To tell me the truth, not hide behind your fears.â
His face faltered at your words, and for a moment, he looked like he might crumble under the weight of your pain. âI was scared,â he admitted, his voice breaking as if he hadnât even meant to say it. âI was scared that if I kept you close, I would ruin everything. That Iâd hurt you more. I thought if I pulled away, youâd be better off without me. But all Iâve done is hurt you even more.â
The truth of his words hit you like a wave, but it didnât bring relief. Instead, it left you feeling raw, exposed. How could he think that? How could he think leaving was the solution? You had been through so much together. But the thought of him choosing to walk away, of him choosing her, it crushed you.
âI donât know if I can forgive you, Spencer,â you whispered, the tears you had been holding back threatening to spill over. Your heart was breaking, the weight of everything that had happened too much to carry anymore.
âYou didnât just break my heart⊠you broke me. I was waiting for you. I thought... I thought we could work through this. But you didnât give me a chance. And now youâre asking me to just⊠what? To just forget?â
Spencerâs face crumpled as if your words were a physical blow, but he didnât look away. He couldnât. He was broken too, and for the first time, he looked vulnerable, scared even. âI donât want you to forget,â he said, his voice shaking with emotion.
âI just want a chance. A chance to prove that Iâm not that guy anymore. That Iâm not the one who left you⊠that Iâm the one whoâs ready to fight for us.â
You shook your head, a sob escaping before you could stop it. âI donât know if I can believe you anymore, Spencer. I donât know if I can trust you after everything.â
He stepped forward, his hands trembling as they reached out toward you. âPlease,â he whispered, desperation creeping into his voice. âIâve spent every second of the last six months thinking about how much I screwed up, wishing I could go back and do things differently. I donât want to lose you. I canât lose you.â
Your breath caught in your throat, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, erratic, unsure whether it was breaking or yearning for somethingâanything that might bring you peace. You knew Spencer had made mistakes, but he wasnât the only one at fault. You had kept yourself at a distance too, not because you wanted to, but because you were terrified of what this might mean. Of what letting him back in might cost you.
âIâm scared, Spencer,â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âIâm scared that if I let you back in, youâll leave again. That youâll hurt me again.â
He closed the distance between you, standing just inches away now. You could see the unshed tears in his eyes, the way his face was etched with guilt and regret. He reached for your hand, but instead of pulling away, you let him. You let him hold you, as fragile as it felt, as broken as you both were in that moment.
âI wonât leave again,â he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. âI swear. Iâll fight for you. For us. Iâll fight for as long as it takes.â
The raw honesty in his voice, his words full of pain, of hope. It made something inside you snap. The walls you had built around your heart were crumbling, piece by piece. You didnât know if you could ever go back to the way things were, but maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something new. Something better.
âIâm not asking for things to be perfect,â Spencer continued, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand, the small touch making your pulse race. âI just need you to know that Iâm here. And Iâm not going anywhere.â
You met his gaze then, your eyes brimming with unshed tears, but this time they werenât just born from hurt. There was something else there. Something like hope. âIâm not ready to forgive you yet, Spencer,â you said softly, your voice trembling. âBut Iâm willing to try. Iâm willing to see where this goes. If you really mean it.â
His face softened, the tension easing just a fraction. âI do,â he whispered, his hand still gently holding yours. âI mean it. More than anything.â
And as he pulled you into his arms, you let yourself hold on, just for a moment. You werenât sure where this would lead, or if you could ever truly forget the pain. But for the first time in a long while, you werenât alone. And maybe that was enough.
-
It was one of those quiet mornings that felt like a small slice of heaven. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow through the windows, and the only sound in the apartment was the rhythmic hum of the coffee maker.
The air was still cool from the night before, but the warmth of the morning sun slowly crept in, filling the room with a gentle golden light.
You were sitting at the kitchen table, your bare feet tucked under you, a mug of coffee warming your hands. Your hair was messy from sleep, but you didnât mind.
You had gotten used to waking up next to Spencer every morning, and the sight of him, still half-asleep, a little rumpled, and incredibly endearing, was one of the small things youâd grown to cherish.
Spencer was at the counter, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he flipped through a pile of paperwork. The clutter of his case files and textbooks was a normal part of your life now, but the way he had rearranged things over the past few months, more neatly than ever before, was a quiet testament to how much he had changed. He wasnât perfect, but he was working on it. He was trying, and that was all that mattered.
âY/n?â Spencerâs voice broke the quiet, pulling your attention away from your thoughts.
You looked up from your coffee, meeting his soft brown eyes. He was still wearing his sleep-filled smile, the one that only appeared after a good nightâs sleep, when he wasnât overthinking or buried under a pile of cases.
âI was wondering⊠would you mind helping me with something later?â His voice was tentative, but there was something else there now, something more confident. He wasnât afraid to ask for help anymore.
Youâd noticed that shift in him over the past few months, the way he wasnât afraid to lean on you, to let you in when before he would have kept his distance. It had taken time, but now, when he needed you, he knew how to reach for you without hesitation.
âOf course,â you said with a smile, your heart swelling at how far youâd come since that difficult conversation. âWhat do you need help with?â
Spencer hesitated for just a moment, glancing down at the paperwork. His fingers hovered over the pile, as though unsure how to ask. âIâm working on this case⊠and I just need to go over the details. I know youâve got that⊠special way of seeing things,â he said with a playful grin, using the affectionate nickname youâd earned after countless cases where your instincts had been spot on. âYouâre better at spotting the details than I am.â
You raised an eyebrow at him, playfully teasing. âOh, so now Iâm the expert, huh? I thought you were the genius here.â
Spencerâs smile widened, and he shook his head, walking over to the table and taking a seat across from you. He didnât even try to hide the fondness in his gaze as he looked at you. âYou are the expert,â he said softly. âAnd Iâm just the guy who gets to learn from you every day.â
The words lingered between you, warm and comfortable. You reached across the table, brushing your fingers over his hand in a simple, affectionate gesture. A small smile played on your lips as you felt his fingers intertwine with yours, and for the first time, you didnât feel like you had to hold anything back. There was no fear of losing each other, no worry that the cracks would reopen. Everythingâevery single piece of youâhad found a place next to him, and for once, it felt right.
âIâll help you,â you said softly, squeezing his hand. âJust like I always do.â
Spencerâs expression softened, his eyes reflecting a quiet sense of gratitude. You knew, deep down, that he wasnât just thankful for your help with the case. He was thankful for everythingâfor your patience, for your trust, for the fact that despite all the mistakes and misunderstandings, you were still here. You had come through the storm together, stronger than before, and you could feel it in every touch, in every glance. There was an unspoken understanding between you now. A promise that no matter what came your way, you would face it as a team.
âYou know,â Spencer said, his voice low, âI never thought Iâd have something like this. Something so... real. So comfortable.â
You laughed softly, the sound light and free, a stark contrast to the uncertainty that had plagued your earlier months together. âI think weâve finally figured out how to make it work,â you said, your voice steady and full of warmth. âNo more pushing each other away. No more running. Just⊠us.â
Spencer nodded, his gaze softening as his thumb gently traced the back of your hand. âIâm not running anymore,â he whispered, the sincerity in his voice bringing a warmth to your chest. âIâm staying. For good.â
There was no need for more words. You leaned across the table, your lips brushing his in a kiss that was slow and full of meaning. It wasnât a kiss filled with urgency or desperation, but one of quiet comfort. One of trust and affection. One that said weâre here, and that was enough.
As you pulled away, you saw the same sense of contentment reflected in his eyes, a peacefulness that had taken months to build but was finally here. You didnât need anything else, because with Spencer, you had everything youâd ever wanted.
The coffee and case files were long forgotten as the two of you sat there, simply enjoying each otherâs company. There was no rush to get to the day, no lingering doubt or fear. Just the warmth of his presence beside you, and the certainty that no matter what the future held, youâd face it together.
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W/ a drop-dead gorgeous s/o
(^ From this post)
Characters: Shota Aizawa, Toshinori Yagi
CW: gn or fem reader, reader is described as sweet + other things, you're married to Shota cause I said so, insecurities, slight Toshi angst, giving them flowers, uhh lmk if I missed anything
A/N: This kind of thing is like my favorite thing to write. Also I couldn't resist adding a ship dynamic picture for Toshi's. (Tags: @nnnyxie, @bingewatchintilldawn)
Shota Aizawa
No one knows how he managed to catch your attention. He had a messy appearance, and he could be harsh at times. But you were absolutely stunning. Not to mention you were incredibly polite and sweet. The first time you met his class, almost everyone was shocked. You had probably brought him flowers after the USJ attack to hopefully cheer him up. Just about everyone knew he was married, as he wore a ring, but they did not expect someone so utterly gorgeous and kind to be his partner Hizashi and Nemuri were the only ones you had met, as they had gone to your guys' wedding. But his students are a bit flabbergasted, and are mainly the ones who donât understand why you married him. But it doesnât mean they donât like you, in fact, they love it when you drop by. Mainly because youâre just nice, but also because Shota relaxes more around you, and they have a lower chance of being scoldedâŠÂ Or higher, depending on how you look at it But Shota is very thankful that you donât mind the way he looks. He was initially surprised when he found out you liked him, but he quickly accepted it. Though he will admit he was slightly skeptical at first, wondering if you had an ulterior motive. But you truly just loved him for who he was. And he did eventually understand that you just had pure, innocent intentions.
Toshinori Yagi
He himself has no idea how he pulled you. He doesnât have a great self image, so he doesnât understand why you of all people would be interested in him. At the start of your relationship (also when he was crushing) he could barely breathe around you. And early in your relationship people warned him that you might be using him, or something like that, and using your attractiveness to your advantage. He tells them that he knows you would never do that, and heâs correct. It just might take some time for other people to see that. But as your relationship progressed, he became less flustered around you. Heâll occasionally have doubts, and say stuff like âYou should be dating someone who still has their life ahead of them.â He was at the point where he was having a hard time comprehending how he could keep living without saving people But you reassure him that heâs the one you want, and that nothing is going to change that After he fought AFO, you brought him some flowers to put on his desk. But you wanted to surprise him, so you didnât tell him you were coming So when youâre directed to the teachers lounge, thereâs some awkward silence before he stands up and goes towards you. âYou brought me flowers.?â He seriously didnât expect you to get him anything, much less a bouquet of flowers Heâs very grateful for the flowers, and heâll keep them and then press them when they dry out (theyâre sunflowers.) He wants to kiss you, but he feels that doing it in front of the other staff members (specifically Present Mic) wouldnât be the best idea. And out of the students, Izuku is the first to find out, as heâs known Toshinori the longest. You probably end up calling him when heâs training him, and Izuku is able to tell reasonably quickly that whoever heâs talking to is very special to him. But he ends up meeting you when the other students do. And when you are introduced to them, you both receive a lot of questions. But in the end everyone likes having you around, and Toshinori is thankful for you and loves you very much.
This is the vibe you and Toshi give off
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Part One Two
âIâm really sorry,â Steve is saying before Eddie has the door fully open, but it makes Eddie smile. It feels like Steve has started saying âIâm sorry,â instead of âhelloâ as a matter of course.
Itâs Sunday afternoon though, and Eddie isnât cooking anything and Steve isnât holding an empty plate, so Eddie has no clue what Steve could be sorry for this time.
âCould you come and help me with something? Itâll just take two moments.â
âSure thing,â Eddie agrees easily, slipping on his adventure crocs and following Steve down the hall.
Eddie follows Steve into and then through his apartment into the small bedroom. Itâs a two bed apartment, the same as Eddieâs. Eddie uses his spare room to store his guitars. He has a desk in there too; a place to write and paint his miniatures and do guitar maintenance.
Itâs a nursery. Itâs cute, animal themed. The ceiling is painted powder blue, which drops down onto the walls about a foot before ending in a neatly done scalloped edge. The walls are white, but have cloud shapes printed on them in the same blue. There are random tufts of painted grass popping up from the floor; some with flowers. The rocker and the other furniture, including crib and chest of drawers, are all painted the same green, and the blinds are green jungle, with elephants and big cats and monkeys hiding amongst the leaves. A lot of the soft things are yellow and white, and Eddie has not a fucking clue as to the sex of Steveâs pup, so he asks as much.
Steve smiles, âI donât know. I didnât want to know. I like surprises.â
âHuh. Well. Iâm always the one shaking the gifts at Christmas, but I do love a surprise too. What did you need?â
âWe have the fixings for the mobile there ready, but I clean forgot about it until now, and Iâm too big to stretch up there. Didnât do it at the time because we were moving furniture and I was frightened Iâd break it.â
âOkay sure,â Eddie takes the dangly parts of the mobile; cute little moons and stars and sun shapes, and fixes it to the bit already attached to the ceiling. Itâs nice, and easy to figure out, but it does hang low so he gets what Steve means.
He also sees why Steve canât reach; he seems to have suddenly gotten even bigger over the last week, and he's also only been wearing these sort of loose shift dresses, like a blouse, a button up, and a tent had a horrendous love child.
He looks gorgeous though. Eddie always thought pregnancy must be pretty fucking miserable; your body betraying you almost. Needing to pee all the time, unreasonable hormones. Cravings. Morning sickness. Odd shit happening all over the place. Eddie always figured telling pregnant people that theyâre âglowingâ was just a nice thing people said to make them feel better during what must be a pretty shitty nine months.
Not with Steve though. Steveâs actually glowing. Not like literally glowing but...heâs beautiful, and Eddie suddenly understands what all the fuss is about.
Steve clears his throat. Right. Right okay, Eddieâs creepy staring, âso I was going to make chicken parm again tonight, since I know you like it and itâs been a bit...do you maybe want to get out the apartment and come to another, slightly different, apartment?â
Steve laughs a little, looking at where his hands cradle his bump, before looking back up, cheeks pink, âI think Iâd like that.â
Eddieâs laid the table as nice as he can. He snagged a little bunch of daisy looking things out of the garden and shoved them in a mug, just because he remembered Steveâs little daffodil.
He doesnât own place mats, but he does dig out a table cloth he usually only uses for games night; itâs black, but itâs clean.
Steve settles himself at the table and Eddie goes and gets dinner, he canât help but notice Steve shift in his seat, wincing.
âYou okay?â
Steve hums, âbeen getting funny back pain, but itâs all normal. Could be anything really, just the weight of the baby, or maybe they are leaning on my sciatic nerve. Itâs all fine. Nearly done now.â
Steve takes the first bite of his dinner and hums appreciatively. It makes Eddie warm inside, a little tickle of his brain releasing happy chemicals. Omega is being fed. Omega is safe and happy.
Eddie tells it to fuck off.
âSo youâre due soon?â Which feels like he;s stating the obvious, Steve is the size of a tiny moon.
âTomorrow.â
Eddie makes a noise, startled, then nearly chokes on a string of spaghetti, âexcuse me,â he manages to get out, before drinking half his water, Steve looking half concerned and more than a little amused from the other side of the table. âTomorrow?â Eddie asks weakly.
Steve nods, chewing and swallowing before he answers, âthe due date is tomorrow, but itâs the norm really for first pups to go over that, even more normal with male Omega, donât worry, itâs fine. Although it should be soon, I passed the mucus plug yesterday.â
Eddie nearly chokes again, âthe what?â he tries his best not to sound too horrified.
âOh. Sorry, you probably don't want to hear about the uhm, the kind of gross stuff.â
âNo, no, of course itâs fine what is...uhm...that?â And Eddie is fully prepared to regret acquiring this cursed knowledge. He doesnât even know what it is and heâs already eyeing his spaghetti sauce dubiously. For Steve though...he will learn about the gross stuff.
âOh, well, when youâre pregnant you get sort of this...lump of...gacky stuff and blood. You donât have periods when youâre pregnant usually, so it kind of protects everything from infection getting in and stuff like that.â
Eddie takes a deep breath and lets it out, blowing up his bangs, and makes himself eat his dinner normally, âfair enough, but that means youâre...kindaâ close?â
âWell, kindaâ. Robinâs spending this morning with her girlfriend and then this afternoon sorting her place out. Sheâll be over later, sheâs moving in until the pups a week old or so, just make sure Iâm okay.â
âSheâs...a really good friend, right?â It warms Eddie to know Steve has someone like that in his life.
âYeah...sheâs been there with me through everything. Every appointment, all the classes, everything. Even when I decided I wanted to do this it was...it was right after yet another crappy breakup, you know. She could have said all the sensible things about maybe it's not the right time yet, or that I should...think about it. You know, all that things that would have been totally reasonable for her to say but I'd just...Iâd just had enough of waiting and she said sheâd support me whatever, and that was that. Sheâs the best.â
Steve shifts again, putting down his cutlery to try and stretch his back out, hissing with pain, âyou sure youâre okay?â Eddie asks, concerned.
âYeah, fine I think,â Steve bends forward then, gripping the edge of the table and breathing out harshly through his nose, âoh that felt weird.â
Eddieâs up and coming around the table before he can stop himself, hovering his hands, not sure if itâs okay to touch, âSteve?â
âI...oh. Oh gosh Iâm so sorry Eddie,â Steve stands cautiously revealing a very clear wet patch on the seat.
âI...thatâs fine,â Eddie squeaks out, âare you...is this. Is thatâŠ?â
âYeah, pretty sure my water just broke. And I really wanted that chicken parm,â Steve sighs.
âI can make it again,â Eddie says reflexively, âkind of feel like thereâs bigger things to think about what should- like can I help? What do we do?â
Eddie finds himself, very strangely, not panicking. Like, well, maybe a little, but not an uncontrollable amount. Which now heâs here thatâs a really nice surprise.
âIâll just call Robbie, and then will you walk me home?â
And Eddie had maybe had inappropriate thoughts about walking Steve home so he could steal a kiss, not whatever this is. But. Still. âOf course.â
Steve smiles at him with his phone next to his ear, âitâs go time Birdie. Oh, what was I supposed to say? Code red? The eagle is...leaving? I canât remember, you couldnât make your mind up about the-â Steve hisses, bending to lean on the table, âyep, yep, see you soon.â
Steve hangs up, telling Eddie sheâs on her way as they walk down the hall, dinner abandoned on the table. Steve chooses to stand, walking little laps back and forth along the back of the couch, âis there anything I can do?â
âMy bag and car seat are in the nursery, if you donât mind grabbing those?â Eddie does, putting Steveâs things right by the door, âoh, and a towel, from the bathroom? I donât want to make a mess in Robâs car.â
âSure thing,â Eddie grabs a bath towel from there, and puts it on top, just as Steveâs phone starts ringing.
Eddie can practically feel it when Steve tenses up, his scent turning bitter with distress. Despite whatâs going on, Steveâs scent hadnât changed at all until now, âyour car wonât start?â
He sounds terrified.
âI. Yeah. Okay. I can wait Iâll- okay.â
âOkay?â Steve shakes his head, eyes suddenly wet, he looks like heâs biting back tears and Eddie canât stop himself from going to him.
âSheâs got to wait for Chrissy to get to her place and pick her up, then theyâll come over,â Eddie has to make this better. He has to.
âOkay, how about this, me and you go now, Iâll take you, and they can meet you there? Thatâll make it faster right?â
âI mean, Iâm not...I mean labor can take hours and hours, Iâm being silly I just- Eddie Iâm a bit scared. She was supposed to be here, itâs a bit too soon.â
They end up holding hands, which Eddieâs kind of thrilled about even if Steve is squeezing the life out of him, âwould you feel better if you were waiting at the hospital?â
Steve bites his lip, clearly torn, âare you sure you donât mind?â
âIâll get my keys.â
Part Four
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bsf!rafe taking care of sick reader
warnings: none! fluff hi lovelies! i just got this idea while i was sleep-deprived and really just felt like writing fluff since it seems i haven't been writing it much lately ,,, and also because what i have planned next for bsf!rafe is ... well, let's just say he's gonna be in the trenches.
you were certain this was the worst you'd ever felt. you should've known it'd happen - of course, taking care of your little sister while she was sick would have some kind of consequences.
the tv in your bedroom was playing old episodes of buffy the vampire slayer, something you always watched when you were hungover or otherwise having a bad day, and apparently now whenever you were sick.
you had no appetite, and your entire body felt like it was on fire while also being ice cold, your trash can filled with used tissues, your second box of them now on your nightstand next to a cup of tea that had gone cold.
a soft knock was on your door, and you sighed, you knew that your sister felt guilty for getting you sick, but you also didn't want her to get sick all over again. "i told you, don't come in!"
but the door still creaked open, and you let out a soft sigh, the heels of your palms now pressing against your eyes. "i told you not to feel guilty that you got me sick, i don't blame you."
"i wasn't aware that i did that."
you furrowed your brows when the voice that came from the door wasn't your little sister's soft, warm voice, but instead a rough, deep voice, one you were intimately familiar with. you didn't even need to take your hands away from your eyes to know who it belonged to.
but once you did, you were confronted with your best friend's tall figure standing at your doorway, a smile on his face and a grocery bag and a bouquet of flowers in hand as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. you pulled your blanket up to your nose, aware that you definitely didn't look the best right now, only making the boy chuckle.
"why are you here, rafe?" you asked in a soft voice that was muffled by the blanket, "i texted you to tell you i'm sick."
"i know." rafe said as he slowly walked over to your bed, sitting at the edge of it. "you do know that you don't need to hide, right? i've seen you sick a million times when we were kids." the boy chuckled, slowly pulling the blanket down, revealing your face.
"then why are you here?"
"i'm here to take care of you." he said with a small smile. it was odd, you were sure you hadn't seen rafe act this gentle since you were both children, the boy now pulling things out of the grocery bag. "i brought you some crackers, and some of your favorite snacks. and, chicken noodle soup. your sister said you haven't really been eating."
"rafe, you do know that you could get sick too, right?" you asked as rafe started emptying the contents of the grocery bag, revealing an array of some of your favorite snacks, your eyes widening.
"well, if i do, i expect the same treatment from you."
you narrowed your eyes as you looked at him, "you do know that no funny business is gonna go down, right?" and the blonde simply burst into laughter. "i mean, this isn't exactly an attractive sight."
"just let me take care of you."
and even though you kept trying to tell rafe to leave, that he'd probably get sick if he stayed, but your attempts were futile, and after a while, there was a fresh bouquet of flowers on your nightstand along with a new cup of tea, you had downed the chicken noodle soup, the warmth of it calming down some of the pain in your throat, and you were both now settled in your queen-sized bed, a cold towel on your forehead that rafe had insisted you needed.
"i can't believe you're watching this again." rafe grinned, his arm lazily thrown around your shoulder as he bit into one of the twizzlers he had brought, buffy still playing on tv.
"what do you mean? it's a great show."
"mmhm. and you're sure it has nothing to do with your crush on that emo bleach-blonde vampire?"
you softly smacked rafe's chest before taking the cold towel off your forehead, now having turned lukewarm. "you know, he kind of reminds me of you."
that statement made rafe grin, turning to look at you with lifted brows, "oh, yeah? is that why you have a crush on him?"
you simply rolled your eyes, letting out a small scoff.
rafe hadn't even noticed the moment you had gone slack in his arms, still focused on the tv, only realizing that you were asleep when you let out a small, adorable whine in your sleep. he looked down at your face, so serene and beautiful, it made something in his chest ache. he'd never tell you, but the moments he loved the most were the ones like this. ones when he could just admire you without having to hide it.
he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, tugging it behind your ear before pressing a soft, feather-like kiss on your forehead, looking down at you, an aching feeling stabbing in his chest, one that was more intimate than any of the sexual aching he felt for you. and that was the moment that he really realized he was in trouble.
and in a soft whisper, he said, "i love you." hoping that the girl it was meant for wouldn't be able to hear it.
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High Rise ft. IVE Wonyoung
Pairing: IVE Wonyoung x Male Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2.4k Tags: Daddy kink, Exhibitionism, Choking A/N: i said i would didn't i? probably the fastest i've made a fic recently which also means please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes you find. might not be my best work but it sure was fun to write o7 Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction/parody
Dating a k-pop idol wasnât easy. Especially when you were a so-called commoner. There were the obvious reasons, like you had to keep your relationship a secret until they reached their thirties, if you made it that long.And the not-so-obvious reasons; like watching your girlfriend parade around in sexy stage outfits and having to contain your desire to fuck her in them.
Or maybe that was just you.
When your girlfriend was Jang Wonyoung, a hyper-popular It girl â you cringed at even thinking those words aloud â the restrictions were even worse. Like that one time you had wanted to bring her flowers at her group's concert in Seoul and had to be snuck backstage with a bag over your head. Or the time someone had caught the two of you flirting candidly and Wonyoung blurted out that you were her cousin to save face. Embarrassing but somehow also cute when it came from her.
All this was to say it wasnât easy.
But it certainly wasnât without its benefits.
âFuck, that one looks so good, princess,â you praised.
You snapped another photo as Wonyoung posed, biting her bottom lips and giving the camera a smoldering look. She hooked her fingers into her hip-hugging jeans, tugging them slightly as you quickly snapped another series of photos.
Honestly, you were somewhat shocked when Wonyoung told you her idea. It had felt provocative, mature even, and thus far each photo had proved that assumption right. But you rarely, if ever said no to her, even if her motivations were somewhat questionable. In fact, you wondered if this was all your fault.
âYou left a like on Yuna-nimâs photo,â Wonyoung had said at the time. Her tone carried an accusatory hint.
âDid I?â you had stammered, trying to play naive. âI was just scrolling my feed and mustâve double tapped.â
âSo you follow them?â
âThem?â
âOther girl groups,â Wonyoung clarified.
One thing you had learned about the IVE princess was that while she was sweet as a button on most days, she carried a jealous streak that verged on volatile. Sharing was not in her programming, least of all when it came to you.
You had recognized the trap forming but it had been too late. âWell, I mean, just to keep up. You know you do challenges sometimes and appear on their feeds.â
Her arms crossed over her chest, hip cocked to the side and slight pout was all the answer you needed.
That week you had gone without any physical contact from your girlfriend. Though she made sure to send you the filthiest selfies possible throughout. Which, oddly, worked. Because no matter how much you touched yourself to the photos she sent, it didnât compare to the real thing.
It had seemed like the incident was over and in the past but as you snapped a few more photos of Wonyoung by the windowsill, you briefly wondered if this stemmed from it as well.
âAre you sure youâre going to post these on Instagram?â you asked, after a particularly racy photo.
âMhm,â Wonyoung nodded. âItâs nothing I havenât done before. Remember the bathroom?â
âOh, I remember.â
You also remembered the ones that hadnât made it to social media and were sent directly to you. But this still felt even more daring than this.
âHow many likes do you think this will get?â she asked, coolly, giving the camera a sultry look. An innocent question. At least on the surface. But you remembered her comment one night as you two relaxed together.
âBesides, itâs to promote the sponsor, thatâs all. This will get the most engagements,â she added. Her gaze dropped and a small smirk formed on her lips, âIn fact, Iâd say itâs already working.â
You followed her gaze, looking down to see a rather obvious tent had formed in your sweatpants. You laughed, a flush coloring your cheeks. âWell, shit. Can you blame me?â
âI guess I canât,â Wonyoung said coolly.
The way she unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, spoke to more mischief however.
âWony,â you wet your dry lips, âAre we still doing the shoot?â
âMhm â she nodded cutely, âOf course.â
She did another pose, pushing the waist of the jeans down to expose the lace underwear she had on underneath.
âYou know, I love it up here. Itâs perfect,â Wonyoung said. âDonât you agree?â
âYeahâŠâ you muttered, more focused on the sight of her exposed abs and smooth skin than her question.
By here she was referring to the penthouse you were using for the photoshoot. Funny enough, she could easily afford a place like this on her own. Though that would only spur on more talk about inequality among the rookie group.
âBeing so high upâŠâ she turned her head to look out the window. Your breath caught as you watched delicate fingers slip inside of her jeans. âWe can see everything but no one can see us. Even if we were naked against this window theyâd never knowâŠâ
Now you werenât the smartest bulb in the room. In fact, sometimes you wondered if it was your self-proclaimed himbo status that Wonyoung liked most about you. But even you could put two and two together. And Wonyoungâs words combined with the side-eyed glance she was giving you were all screaming one thing.
âI could show my naked body to all of Seoul and no one. would. know.â
Her tongue pronounced every syllable while she locked eyes with you. As sweet and kind as Wonyoung could be she had an undeniable minx side to her. You were also fairly certain your girlfriend got off on the power high of being such a desired person but you had never actually confirmed that.
If you were starting to get hard when she pointed it out earlier, you were practically aching now. You tossed your phone onto the couch and made your way over to where Wonyoung was by the window. She let out a delighted squeal as you pushed her up against the glass, kissing her passionately.
Your hands moved against her stomach, feeling her toned abs that were shown off by the outfit she was wearing. Honestly, you should send a bouquet to whatever designer sent this to her to promote. You nipped at Wonyoung's bottom lip, your hands sliding into her unbuttoned pants to squeeze her ass.
"It took you long enough," Wonyoung gasped, mischief gleaming in her eyes. "I thought was going to have to beg you to fuck me."
Your cock twitched, straining painfully against your jeans, "You still could you know."
She must have been in a good mood because the idol looked at you with large eyes, biting on her bottom lip. "Please fuck me against the window, daddy."
Oh.
You see, it had taken some time but you learned that your girlfriend had two modes. The arrogant queen who knew all of Seoul was her playground and made you worship at her feet. Then there was the submissive princess who begged to be pleased until she was satisfied. Often her mood was some mixture of the two but neither one left you unsatisfied.
"If that's what the Princess wants," you growled.
A delighted smile crossed the idol's features followed by another joyful squeal when you spun her around to face the window. Her hands rose, catching herself as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. You could see the aroused flush creeping up her neck and coloring her round cheeks.
"Didn't you say something about showing everyone your tits?" you whispered in her ear.
Not waiting for a response, you pulled her top down, exposing her tits to the cool glass of the window earning a gasp from Wonyoung in response. You pressed further against her, the bulge in your pants pushing against her ass.
"This whole shoot was just to rile me up, wasn't it?" you said, your breath hot against the shell of her ear. Your hands moved quickly to yank the jean pants she was wearing, exposing the white lace panties that she had teased you with a peek of earlier.
"Maybe," Wonyoung mewled, arching her back perfectly.
Your hands hooked into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down to reveal her bare ass to your hungry gaze, "Bullshit. You knew what you were doing."
"Maybe I just wanted to remind you of what's right in front of you," she said.
There it was. That switch up she was capable of. It also confirmed your theory that your girlfriend hadn't exactly forgiven and forgotten about the Instagram incident. Well, there was no time better than now to put the matter to bed. You gripped your cock, slipping it between her legs to get it slick from her dripping sex.
"Oh, I'm well aware of what's in front of me," you started. Slowly you began to slip your thick cock inside of her, inch by inch with each syllable. "The most beautiful." More. "Talented." More. "Gorgeous." More. "Perfect." More. "Princess."
"Fuck!" Wonyoung moaned, her forehead bracing against the window.
"Is the princess feeling full?"
"So, so fullâŠ" she cooed.
"And I didn't even get to mention how good a girlfriend you are," you teased.
You could feel her pussy quivering around your length, stretching to accommodate the familiar intrusion of your cock. Wonyoung's hands were splayed against the windows of the high-rise, her ass pushed out and into you. She was on full display and only you were lucky enough to see it.
You could take it slow with steady, languid strokes, gently fucking your girlfriend against the window. But something told you that wasn't what she nor you wanted at that moment. Your fingers flexed around her waist, pulling out your cock until just the tip remained inside of her before thrusting your entire length back inside of her. Wonyoung's body jolted with pleasure as she braced her nude body against the window.
"This is what you wanted isn't it?" Harder. "To know how much you turn me on." Faster. "To see how fucking hard you get me." Deeper. "No one else makes me like this." Repeat.
A mixture of mewls and moans fell from the idol's mouth at your relentless rhythm. Her head fell forward, her cheek pressed up against the glass. Perspiration was starting to form across her flawless skin and you had to resist the urge to lean forward and lick it up. You wanted to prove a point, to fuck Wonyoung to the point of exhaustion for the whole city to see. After that maybe you'd enjoy the little perversions.
"You probably say that to every - fuck - every girl," Wonyoung panted, glancing at you from over her shoulder. "You're probably just waiting to move onto the next idol you're drooling over."
She didn't say it with enough conviction for you to believe she truly felt that way. For starters, while Wonyoung may get jealous, she was not insecure. At least, not enough to ever think another idol was above her. It was more often a toxic possessive kind of jealousy. But nonetheless, in the heat of the moment you'd take the bait.
"Is that what you think?" he said, your breathing growing heavy with your harsh thrust. Conversation wasn't exactly easy at this pace. "Did you miss what I said earlier, huh?"
One hand moved from her waist to slip around Wonyoung's throat. She inhaled sharply, her breath catching in her throat as you squeezed. For a passing second there was no sound save for the repeated slaps of skin against skin as your hips were flush against Wonyoung's ass each time you entered her.
"I only want you," you finally gasp. "Always you."
Rather than another vulgar display to go along with your words, you merely lean over her, capturing her lips in a sideways kiss. It's messy and imperfect but it's also loving and passionate. Your tongues dance together all while your bodies remain intertwined. You can feel Wonyoung pussy quivering around your cock intensely as she moans into your mouth. When you pull back, you look at your girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.
"Did you just cum from that?" you asked.
"S-shut up," Wonyoung retorted. You noticed a bright red hue of embarrassment coloring her cheeks before she hid her face, "Don't stop until you finish inside of me,"
It was always adorable when she continued trying to be dominant after her own orgasm. However, her words had an undeniable effect on you. "If that's what the princess wants."
You returned to the task at hand, focusing your efforts solely on chasing your first release and Wonyoung's second orgasm.
"Daddy," Wonyoung mewled, finding her voice. "I want you to cum, daddy. I want you to cum deep inside my tight pussy.""
You had a sinking suspicion that her words were payback for causing her embarrassing moments earlier. Her attempt at provoking you to blow your load sooner than you had intended to.
Regardless it worked to immediate effect. Your hips jerked, slamming against hers from behind. Your sweat-drenched body pressed flush against Wonyoung, pushing her up against the high-rise window. Your cock twitched, ropes of your sticky seed shooting inside of her womb as her walls convulsed around your length.
Of course the two things that pushed her over the edge would be you saying how you loved her and her revelling the power she had to make you cum on the spot. Truly a representative of her duality.
After a moment had passed and you began to regain your bearings you pressed a kiss to Wonyoung's shoulder.
"That was incredible, Wony," you muttered.
"I know," she said, her form practically radiating. "You weren't bad either."
You let out a chuckle, placing another lazy kiss to her skin, "Maybe we should've included that in the photoshoot."
Wonyoung smiled but didn't immediately respond. After a moment of delay she turned in your arms to look at you.
"Did you mean all those things you said?" she asked.
Her wide eyes looked at you and you reached up to brush aside a strand of sweat soaked hair. There was no hesitation in your response when you answered her.
"Absolutely. And don't you think otherwise for a second."
A smile beamed across the idol's face and she leaned forward, burying her face into your neck. Your arms wrapped around her and quietly you wondered if you weren't the luckiest man in the world.
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Care for me (Paige bueckers x black!fem!reader)
Summary: You want to give Paige a peaceful self-care day, but it doesn't go how you thought it would
âBabe, is it supposed to burnâ Paige fans her face as the green mask burns her skin. âYes! That means itâs workingâ you said applying some to your face after putting your island twists into a ponytail. Paige had been stressed because of her big game, and you thought having a self-care day would be a good idea to ease her nerves. âBaby, it hurts so bad! Help meâ Paige says, running around to the bathroom. You start to laugh as you stop her and grab her face. You made the split-second decision to blow on her face to try and ease the pain. âDid that helpâ you asked, trying to stifle your laugh. âBarelyâŠbut thanksâ she says with a laugh, giving you a quick peck.
After you both wipe the Aztec mask from your skin, you attempt to make a healthy meal together. âI think this is what itâs supposed to look likeâ You look at the Pinterest inspiration picture and then back at the meal you tried to make. A weird green mess made the apartment smell like smoke and another unknown scent. âThis looks awfulâŠwhat was this even supposed to be,â Paige says, poking at the meal. âI don't know manâŠ.it was supposed to be this cute keto meal to give you energy and like, clean your gut or somethingâ A wave of disappointment came over your body as you picked up the plate and threw it in the trash. Paige notices the change in your demeanor and comes behind you to hold your waist. âHow about I order us some Chipotle and we can just sit and finish our little self-care day after, hmâ Paige says kissing your neck. âI guessâŠwe should learn how to cook though,â You say as Paige laughs behind you.
You ordered Chipotle and spent most of the night watching Netflix. Even though you were having a good time, you still felt guilty that you couldnât give your wonderful girlfriend the self-help day she truly deserved. You were both sat on the couch when paige noticed your mood has changed yet again. âWhats wrong, I thought you werent upset about the food anymoreâ she said, tilting your chin up with your fingers tp look at her. âIm not just mad about that,â you said getting up from your seat. âItâs the whole day! I accidentally burned your face, I made trash food that made the apartment smell like burning shit, and now were just sitting here bored as hell watching new girl for the fifth timeâ you rambled on until paige took your hand while laughing. âBabe, I had so much fun today, regardless of all that, just being here with you helped me relieve my stressâ she kissed your forehead before looking into your eyes. âAw, that was really corny paige, but also very sweetâ You said while paige rolled her eyes.Â
All of a sudden you remembered one thing you still had planned. You pushed Paige out of the way leaving her confused. You then came back into the room with a flower Lego set. âI completely forgot about thisâ You said jumping you and down. Paigeâs eyes lit up as you ran to her with the set. You then spent the rest of the night in your pajamas building the set in your bedroom. âThis was so worth getting my face burned forâ Paige says as finishes the final piece of the bouquet. She looks over at you for approval, only to see you fast asleep in your purple bonnet and her sweatshirt. She looks at you fondly before pulling the covers over you and giving you a kiss goodnight. Paige soon slipped in next to you after proudly putting the plastic project on your nightstand, hoping you will tell her how beautiful it is in the morning.
Hope yall liked this one! This was actually so much fun to write <3
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I'm back with another request!!!
This one is remusĂfemreader bc we love remi in this house
Basically, remi and reader are arguing about something stupid (something to do with books) and there's a lot of flirting going on whilst arguing. Remus starts becoming a little amused while arguing and tries to hide his smile (we all know he has eyes that glitter when he's happy). Reader gets annoyed and starts going off on him and Remus kisses her to shut her up. The thing is, the reader has never been kissed before. And she REALLY likes him. So she's shocked to say the least. She stares at him in disbelieve and Remi's like "what" and she goes "you kissed me" "ik" Remus says plainly. "I've never been kissed before" reader whispers while looking down, ashamed. Remus feels bad so he takes her by her shoulders, tilts her chin up, and kisses her again. Properly.
Thanks, love! Here are some flowers for you đ
soooo cute - hope I did your idea justice!!
Remus Lupin x fem!reader who has never been kissed
CW: fluff, narrative around consent
âI cannot believe you just said that.â You deadpanned, staring at Remus with a fiery glint in your eye as he watched you very clearly try to fight off a smile.Â
âWhy would I not say it?â Remus asked incredulously as you repositioned yourself on the sofa to angle your body towards him for better arguing.
âBecause itâs so incredibly wrong.â
âWell now thatâs ignorant.â
You scoffed disbelievingly at him. âYou did not just call me ignorant.â
âNope, wrong again.â He laughed. âI said your statement was ignorant.â
âIn what sodding world did Amy and Laurie make any sense?â You asked then, slapping your hand against your knee to punctuate your question.
âUhm, this one? Obviously, thatâs why itâs canon.â
You pursed your lips as if you were restraining yourself from bodily launching yourself at Remus; he really wished you wouldnât.
âAuthorâs donât get it right all of the time.â You said instead of telling Remus to go fuck himself.Â
âI donât think thatâs true; this book has become a classic for a reason. Louisa May Alcott didnât write these things by accident, there was intention and purpose behind these characters and their choices.â
âYes, and the purpose was to drive readers mad!â You nearly screeched.
âOr perhaps it was to illustrate to young women that they donât need to settle for their childhood friend.â He countered.Â
âIt wasnât settling! She loved him back!âÂ
Remus couldnât help but smile then; between your passion, how cute you looked when you were wound up, and the fact that you were screaming about love made his own heart beat in double time.Â
âYouâre sodding laughing at me.â You narrated with a disbelieving head shake, clearly misinterpreting Remusâ lovesick expression for humour. âRemus Lupin! Stop laughing at me!â You shouted playfully, landing a few good whacks on his arm with the book as he pretended to shield himself from you.Â
âOkay, so not only do you have horrid takes on classic literature, but you also use classic literature to assault people? What has the world come to?â Remus teased as you continued your attack.Â
âYou. Are. Infuriating!â You spat, punctuating each word with a whack as you moved to stand on your knees for better access to Remus.
Better access indeed he decided as he quickly grabbed your wrists, rendering your weapon utterly useless as it hung limp in your hand.
âIâm infuriating, am I?â He asked you quietly.
âExhausting.â You agreed, matching his volume.
âExhausting?â
âTroublesome.â
âIs that so?âÂ
âAnd completely unromantic! I mean, how could-â
But he never got to hear what your next argument was about how perfect Laurie and Jo would have been together before he quickly slotted his lips against yours.
For how energetic the conversation had been, the kiss was decidedly not; it was soft, gentle, tentative, and Remus only hoped you couldnât read him like a book for how utterly in love he was with you.Â
And entirely too soon was Remus pulling away from your face, still holding your wrists as he looked between your eyes.
âYouâŠkissed me.â You whispered; the statement sounding nearly like a question as you looked at Remus with a mixture of shock and bemusement.Â
Remus felt his stomach drop; was he not supposed to? He should have asked first; fucking arse. Had he read this all wrong; were you not into him like that? Had he been projecting his own feelings onto you, merely expecting you to reciprocate feelings heâd never properly expressed?Â
âYesâŠI- was that not okay?â
âIâŠIâve never been kissed beforeâŠâ You admitted quietly, arms falling limp in Remusâ hands as he loosened his grip.Â
âOh dove, Iâm sorry. I- didâŠyou want to be kissed?â He asked, leaving out the âby me?âÂ
You looked surprised at his question; the corner of your mouth turning upwards as you examined Remus' face. He hoped to Godric his cheeks werenât as red as they felt.Â
âVery much so.â You whispered.
Feeling hopefully brave by the way your fingers were fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve and the way your eyes were fixed on his lips, he moved his hands to your waist and encouraged you to straddle his lap. You positioned yourself immediately, as if being in his lap was the most natural thing in the world, watching as his hands trailed up to your shoulders and down your arms, guiding your hands to rest on his shoulders.Â
âYeah?â He asked under his breath.Â
âPlease.â You whispered back.
âOh pretty girl,â he cooed; pushing a lock of hair behind your ear before hooking a finger under your chin to pull your lips towards his. âItâd be my absolute pleasure.â
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How about the "there is only one bed" trope with our lovely Hazbin Boys; Alastor, Husk, Angel Dust, and Lucifer? <3
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I made these two parts because I love all the Hazbin boys, and I am a sucker for this trope. I didn't add pentious because I am not confident writing for him. Val is well, Val. Pt1 Pt2
Adam
It was a fucking shit show trying to find an excellent place to stay on this side of heaven. The big man upstairs decides to pay a visit, and Adam just has to see him in person, as if he hadn't seen him twelve million times before. Originally Lute was going to go with him however a situation occurred with the exorcists, you personally think that is a lie but so be it. Being Lute's little sister and third in command over the executioners, you got the job of babysitting Adam.
It wasn't that you disliked Adam for any reason towards you; Lute made it very clear when you joined the battalion that you were off limits; he could flirt, sleep with, and kill anyone he wanted to. Just not her baby sister. So Adam never really got to hang around you much, probably cause he was so afraid of your older sister. However, unbeknownst to you, Adam had a thing for you; though he knew you were not some innocent flower by any means, he knew that touching the forbidden had its perks; I mean, hell, Eve did it.
Sighing, you found one hotel still with a vacant sign; you thought traveling with the first man meant you had ease of access everywhere fucking wrong. Still, you walked in and managed to book the room. The poor elderly angel, though, was so difficult to speak to; you were glad that you went in, not Adam; otherwise, he would have been a dick. Grabbing your bag and motioning him to follow you two heads up to the room. "Yeah, she said it was pretty big, I mean, it should be for two beds." Adam pouted, "Aw babe, you don't want to share a bed with me? Now is your chance to get in my pants while Lute is gone." You scoffed and opened the door to your hotel for the night. "Yeah no not only do I not wan't in your pants I also don't....wan't..........death......Fuck me."
Adam laughed and walked in behind you, "What? You just told me not to fuck you, babe can't be acting all coy with me." He finally looked up and saw why you stalled. He is so dead when they get home; he should have listened to Lute and booked a room in advance. You sighed and walked all the way in. There was a couch. At least you could take it. You were smaller.
Carefully, you started to make the couch into a makeshift bed. "Hey toots, no, none of that. You get the bed bitch. I am not going to be the first dick that made a woman sleep on a fucking couch."
You looked at him, surprised at the offer. You nodded your head and went to clean up for bed. As you slid into the sheets, you saw Adam in his PJs, trying to get comfy. You sighed softly and rolled over, trying to ignore him, yet something pulled at your heartstrings. Lute didn't have to know. You rolled back over and saw the uncomfortable man, "Um, hey, Adam, come get in bed with me." You could have worded that better, but you were tired. You managed to miss the blush on Adam's face as he heard you.
"Yeah, can't get enough of the dickmaster, huh," He dodged a pillow attack from you as he made his way over. Gently, he placed the pillow between you two and climbed in. Lute didn't have to know.
Come morning, no pillow was between you two, your head resting gently in the crook of his neck, his arm wrapped around your waist while his other above his head. You wrapped one arm around him while the other pulled to your chest. You both had slept through the numerous phone calls from Lute and the meeting with God. Adam didn't mind; you deserved the break, and it felt so nice to finally hold you close to him.
Alastor
Charlie sent you and Alastor on a mission to help gain more sinners. Why it had to be on the other side of Pentagram City near Vox's tower was beyond you. You loved Charlie like a sister, though, so you wouldn't fight, and you may have some underlying feelings for a Radio Host that may have swayed your decision to go along with him.
After a hard day of recruiting and passing out flyers, Alastor was some help. Seeing as all of Vox's cronies tried to fight you both on each street corner, it was finally time to call it a night. You were eagerly waiting for Charlie's call, looking at your phone; she was supposed to book your room for you guys out here. After the extermination, Alastor was still recovering, so his shadow teleports weren't the best idea, lest you both be stranded in the shadow realm.
Your phone finally rang to a cheerful Charlie on the other end. She directed you two to the hotel and asked you questions about the recruitment process. As you two talked, the hotel came into view; you sat off in the lobby, talking with Charlie about the hotel as Alastor got your room key. Soon, he stood before you and motioned you to follow. "Do tell Charlie that if she was going to talk to you all night on the phone, she should have been the one to come, not me." You pouted at that. Had Alastor had a bad time with you? That was far from the truth, though. Alastor had a great time showing off his impressive powers to you even though he was still injured, yet he was jealous that Charlie was taking all your time. "S-Sorry, Al. I think Charlie was just concerned. She wanted to make sure we got to the room safely." All you got in return was a slight hum and static. You sighed, and Charlie tried to cheer you up on the phone.
Alastor entered the room first and halted, eyes wide, "Fuck." You had only ever heard him cuss a handful of times, and without static, too, it must have been horrible. Yet, as you hear Charlie's slightly high-pitched laughter, you know she is up to something. Quickly, your phone was snatched from your hand, static buzzing. "CHARLIE WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING THERE IS ONLY ONE BED."
As Alastor yelled at her, you winced. Damn, was it that bad to be stuck with you? You pushed your way into the room and looked around. It was cozy, that was for sure, only one bed. As you finished, Alastor hovered over you, and you started to make a pallet on the floor to sleep on. "And what do you by chance think you are doing my little doe?"
You blushed at the pet name and shrugged. You made your way to the bathroom to change and take a quick shower, not wanting to ruin Alastor's night any more than you had. Once you were done and walking out, however, Alastor was in red PJs, and your pallet was gone. "Hey, where did my bed go, Al? I worked hard on that!"
Static buzzed softer as he sighed, "You are not sleeping on the floor, my dear. Now come get in bed. I made a pillow wall; it is safe."
He sounded sad about it, but you didn't want to trick yourself into thinking there was anything more between you two. You nodded softly and curled on your side, gently drifting to sleep. You could have sworn that as the dreams started coming, the pillow wall behind you disappeared.
Come morning, you were safely held against Alastor, your back against his firm chest, and one arm caged you protectively against him. His other arm lay under the pillow, probing his head up as he slept soundly, inhaling your scent. As for you, the blissfully unaware dreamer, your hands were cradled against you, and you slowly pushed yourself closer into the radiating warmth behind you. Alastor smiled a genuine smile softly; he could definitely get used to this for you.
Angel Dust
Val had sent Angel to a bad part of town for a shoot. You, being the caring, adoring friend you are, decided to go with him just to help make sure no fans or crazies attack him. You had gone to plenty of Angels shoots and even was propositioned by Val many times. Yet you always turned him down and showed your distaste for the moth. He always said that you would come around. How about not. Instead, you were in love with your best friend... cliche, but he was terrific.
Angel put on his robe and walked up to you. You had been spaced out watching the shoot, thinking about the handsome spider before you. As he snapped his fingers in front of your face, you finally reconnected with the world and looked up at him. "What? Sorry, Angel. What is going on?"
He laughs softly and helps you stand, your legs feeling like jelly from sitting on the sound box for hours. Falling into him, he laughed and helped you right again, a soft dusting of pink across his cheeks. "Ya fine toots, shoots ova' let's head out to the hotel."
You nodded, grabbed your bags, and followed him to the limo that would take you to the hotel. Val hadn't known you would come on this trip, but Val always had Vox book double rooms for the whole crew on far-off shoots. The only person who got a single room was Val himself. Sighing you looked out the window as the ritzy hotel came in to view. "20$ when Val sees me, he will ask me to go to his room again."
Angel laughed and shook his head, "Oh no, Val isn't here; this was an exclusive shoot for a customer. So it's just the cast and crew and you."
You blushed. How did you not notice Val wasn't there? You were so stupid. You followed the crew into the building, staying close to Angel as the key cards were passed out. Your room number was in the 9's; it was one of the lovely posh rooms. Okay, Vox, you did something good for a change. You rode the elevator up and talked with the others as they reached their floors. A comfortable silence filled the small space when it was just you and Angel.
At the ding, you two walked to the room, entering though you both found the problem....it was a sweetheart's room. This was Val's standard room. "Damn toots, there's only one bed. I will go ask for another room, don't worry,"
You grabbed his arm, not even thinking, "No, it's okay. It would come out of your pay, too. We have been best friends forever, Angel. We can share the bed." You gulped saliva building in your mouth. He gave you a soft smile and a nod.
"Alright, no funny business," he leaned down close to your ear. "Unless you want there to be." You scoffed and smacked his arm, heading to the bathroom first to clean up. Angel smirked; he was excited to finally have this chance. He got the bed situated to try and make it more comfortable for you.
As you exited, you thanked him for the consideration and let him shower and clean up. You got comfy on the bed and closed your eyes. You slowly drifted off to sleep, exhausted from all the running around. When Angel returned, he smiled softly and climbed into bed next to you. Gently, to not wake you, he placed his head on your chest, listening to your heart.
When morning came, Angel clung to you with both sets of arms, holding on to you, his head nuzzling your chest and neck. You had one arm protectively around him and the other in his hair. The rest of the crew left hours ago, but you two stayed tangled in the sheets, having a sweet, cuddly morning.
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IN BLOOM | jisung first date series. second chance lovers.
pairing: jisung x fem!reader word count: 13.2k genre: childhood friends au, angst, fluff, songwriter!jisung, florist!reader warnings: swearing, minor character death, grief/loss (nothing to do with any of the members!) summary: it's february. the tulips are in bloom. jisung is back.
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a/n: *taps mic* hello?? is this thing on?? oh good. yes. hi. hello! it's been a while, as most of you can tell. thank you all SO MUCH for sticking around. if you've been reading my asks you'll know that march and april were rough months for me personally. shout out to my anons and mutuals who kept my spirits high and made my days brighter. uhhh, this was originally supposed to be a stand alone fic but i figured hey, what the hell, and made it into jisung's first date chapter. it's pretty heavy stuff. lots of feelings, lots of love. i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it! again, thank you so much for waiting for me. i'll be back soon with more updates! all the love <3
also thank you kenzie for being such a light during all of this. i hope all my screaming in your messages was worth it!
âAll of these had to be pulled.â Hyunjin huffs, dropping a few crates just past the doorway.Â
âAgain?â you ask, hands on your hips as you stare at yet another wasted supply. âI donât understand, they sold so well last year.â
Hyunjin gives you a sad smile. âItâll pick up eventually, donât worry. I mean the holidays just finished and business usually slows down in the months after anyways.â
Heâs being sincere, you know that. But thereâs a part of you that also knows itâs a lot more than just the usual ebb and flow of sales. Heâs being nice for your sake.
âMaybe we could try coming up with other ideas?â he suggests, because Hyunjin is nothing if not kind. Always willing, always finding a way.
He moves past you to grab a fresh pair of gloves. The ones heâs wearing are dirty, pollen-stained and ripped at the edges.Â
âYouâve always been really good at basket arrangements. We could try to make some for Valentine's Day. Different sizes, maybe? The big ones will probably do well for online orders since theyâre more optimal for things like office deliveries and stuff like that.â
You hum in approval. âTrue. I mean, I was kind of worried we would have to skip out on deliveries this year since we donât have the manpower to handle all of that, but I think Jeonginâs been looking to pick up hours around here again. He said something about his program giving them a month of independent study, so heâll be home for a bit.â you say, scribbling down a reminder in your notebook. âI could ask him to help with driving the truck in his free time?â
Hyunjin lights upâ he always does when Jeongin is mentioned.Â
Itâs been a lot quieter ever since he left for college. There were so many tears and so many hugs that were met with countless 'you guys are dramatic's in return. But itâs hard to not feel sad when people leave town; when they decide the borders lined with apple trees and rice fields arenât enough to stop their dreams from blooming into more than whatâs capable of being pursued here.
That, unsurprisingly, is something you know all too well.
âCanât believe heâs driving.â Hyunjin laments as he wipes his floral scissors with a rag. âI used to spend my days changing his diapers and spoon feeding him redbullsâ but now? Driving? My baby is all grown up.â he fake sniffles. âBy the way, Iâm gonna take my fifteen after Iâm done snipping these tulips.â
You snort, bending down to take the crates of wilted flowers to the back for disposal. Hyunjin moves to help but you shake him off.
âSounds good. Also, donât let Innie hear you say that. Iâm about a thousand percent sure he has the strength needed to throw you into the dumpster with one arm now.â
âMy baby would never do that to me!â Hyunjin calls out as you round the corner, bumping open the back door with your hip.Â
February brings a lot of rain in Jeju. Today is no different; fat drops landing on your head as soon as you stumble out into the alley behind the shop. Footsteps heavy on wet brick, you curse under your breath as you run as fast as you can to the dumpster.
Thereâs still a few supply boxes from yesterdayâs shipment laying around. You meant to bring them in, but you were so exhausted that it slipped your mind while you struggled to make sure everything inside the shop was figured out.
Scrambling, you haul them in one by one, shoes squeaking against the floor as you alternate in and out, soggy cardboard pressed against the front of your apron.Â
Hyunjinâs on break. A necessary one at that. You canât bother him, especially not when heâs done enough by taking on more responsibility both as a physical worker and a newly actualized business partner recently. A few stacks of boxes and wet hair seem like a fair trade off for what heâs had to sacrifice in the past year now.
âIdiot,â you mumble, cursing yourself for carelessness. Your slip ups have been more frequent lately, evident in the way you constantly forget things and canât seem to push away the haziness clouding your mind.Â
If it werenât for the timing of it all, youâd blame it on the weather. The gloominess. The overcast skies probably have some sort of hand in your lack of clarity. Shrouded.
But itâs February. And in Jejuâ it rains.
By the time you make it back inside, youâre drenched.Â
âYou look like you just got dunked in a pool.âÂ
You frown, ringing your hair out into the trash bin by the door. Itâll definitely take time to dry off, both your hair and your clothes are soaked through.
Hyunjin watches with an amused look, arms crossed as he leans his back against the counter.
âMight as well have. Itâs insane out there.â you sigh. âHow was your break?â
You look up to find that his face has gone unreadable.
âYeah, about thatâŠâ Hyunjin trails off, voice suddenly smaller than before.
âEverything okay?âÂ
âYeah, yeah itâs justââ Hyunjin chews at his bottom lip.
You push past him into the supply room to switch out your apron just as he says, âDo you mind if I leave a little early today?â
You scoff, turning to face him. âHwang Hyunjin,â you scold, lips twitching when he visibly startles at your tone, âYou donât have to ask me that. Weâre partners now, remember? We run this place.âÂ
He shifts on his feet, still unsure.
âBesides,â you huff, tying a knot behind your back, âWe were friends way before that, too. You donât have to be all proper with me. Of course you can leave early. Itâs slow today, I can take care of it.â
Hyunjin sighs after contemplating for a second. âAre you sure youâll be okay, though?âÂ
When he stares at you for a moment too long, you know the real reason for his hesitation. It makes something twist deep in your gut.
Guilt, maybe, amongst other things.
âOf course.â you shrug, doing your best to seem nonchalant.Â
Hyunjinâs ability to read people is kind of intense, a little scary at times. You happen to be one of his favorite subjects in that regard.
âHave fun. Tell Minah I said hi.â
He pales, sputtering around words as he struggles to say something. Itâs cute, his plump lips opening and closing, eyes wild.
âIâm not going to see her! Iâmâitâs just a movie! How did youâGod, youâre so annoying. I shouldâve made you trim the tulips. Hah!â
You giggle. âItâs funny that you think I wouldnât know, especially with the way you love to actually make yourself look busy whenever she stops by to say hi.â
âI am busy.â he mumbles, looking away. âI just emphasize it a lot more when sheâs here.â
âSure,â you roll your eyes, âLetâs go with that.â
He whines a couple more times, trails after you around the shop and laughs when you swat him away with a rolled up newspaper thatâs used for wrapping vases.
Itâs loud. Easy. Hyunjin is a gentle reminder that normalcy still exists in your day to day, even if itâs hard to find.Â
When he finally decides to leave, he lingers for a moment, triple checks that youâll be okay. You roll your eyes for what feels like the millionth time today, but deep down youâre grateful.Â
âLove you,â he says, one foot out the door. âCall me if you need anything.â
You shake your head, ignoring him. âLove you too.âÂ
And then heâs gone, a skip in his step as he heads down the sidewalk, leaving you with nothing but freshly-trimmed tulips and the sound of rain.Â
âHerb snips, shears, tapeâŠâ you mumble, scanning the supply shelf.Â
Thereâs not much to do in-shop right now. Almost all the arrangements have been tended to by Hyunjin already, his specialty being his keen eye. Thatâs why he handles the appeal of the shop, leaving you to figure out all the logistics. Learning it all was easier said than done.
In reality, it was never your intention to take over the shop at all.Â
âWhen I die,â your grandma would always say, ignoring the way you groaned and begged her to stop bringing it up, âSell this place. Use the money for something worthwhile. A trip to Greece, maybe?â
âNana,â you would scold, glaring at her where she stood next to you, trimming a batch of roses.
Wrinkled hands that still held all the skill of youth. Fingers moving at a speed others could only ever dream of havingâ you included.
Your grandma handled flowers with the same amount of care she did everything else. Itâs no wonder that when they grew they would lean in her direction, drawn to her like they would be the sun.Â
âIâm not selling this place. Itâs too special, too important. A vacation only lasts so long, Nana. This is forever.â
She would smile, turn petals over in her hand. Sometimes the marigolds would match the glow in her eyes, a testament to the belief you harbored as a child that she had the ability to sprout blossoms from her fingertips.
âThe one thing you shouldnât do, my dear, is rely on forever. Because that, too, is uncertain.â
You wish you hadnât been so hard headed. Wish that you wouldâve believed her, taken the time to listen, cherished the moment a little bit longer instead of relying on the promise of tomorrow.
Iâm sorry for your loss.
Your grandmother was a wonderful woman.
Sheâll be with you in your heart, forever.
Oh, what a lie forever is.
The shop stays empty for the rest of the day. There were a few passersby, all of whom simply stopped to scan the arrangements along the windows before giving a polite nod and carrying on their way.Â
Realistically, the shop has no problem with attracting customers. Itâs a sight to behold: mid-floor to ceiling windows with various displays, hanging baskets of winding greenery, countless arrangements that fill the shelves and add a pop of color, and a wide assortment of flowers for each season.Â
The real issue lies in your inability to sell. Most people regard the place as being good for nothing more than window shopping and the usual photo-op.
Business has slowed since your Grandma passed; since you took over as the sole owner and were suddenly face to face with the task of making decisions in the shopâs best interestâ both integrity wise and from a business standpoint.
âI know, I know,â you say around the pen cap between your teeth, âYou used to be the brains around here, not me. Iâm not creative enough for all of this, you know? No matter how much I try to be.â
You look up from where your notebook lays open, dozens of scribbles for arrangement ideas and planning. The picture on the wall stares at you, unmoving, eyes as bright as marigolds.
âDonât give me that look.âÂ
She stares. A gaze that holds all the answers while also saying nothing at all.
âUgh.â you groan, leaning your palms on the desk.
You allow your head to hang forward, defeated, exhaustion flooding your bones.Â
Just as youâre about to speak again, to complain about yet another thing that probably has her rolling around in her grave, the bell at the front counter dings.
The clock on the desk reads 6:55pm, five minutes until close. You hadnât even heard anyone come in.
âBe right there!â you call out, rushing to grab your apron from where youâd thrown it on one of the chairs.Â
In your haste, the box of seed packets youâd been inventorying goes tumbling to the floor.
âFuck,â you mutter, bending down to pick everything up. One more thing to add to the list today.Â
Off-kilter. Disoriented. Exhausted.Â
You sniffle a few times, blinking against the sting behind your eyes as you stand up to put the box back in its place.
One deep breath, a shake of your shoulders. Just enough to chase it all away until later.Â
âSorry about that,â you say cheerily, pushing past the hanging beads that separate the front of the shop from the back. âHow can I help you?â
Thereâs a stranger, his back turned, attention focused on a batch of tulips. Freshly cut. White, blue, purple.
You realize, belatedly, that youâd forgotten to grab your apron in your haste to clean up the seed packets. Another slip up. Nana always prided herself in her apron, wore it like a badge of honor, raised you to do the same.
Just as you spin around to grab it, the stranger says, âItâs okay. I just, um, I wanted to say hi.â
You freeze. Thereâs a long moment where his voice rings loud in your ears, reverberates against the walls of your brain until it travels through your blood, the feeling like wildfire in your veins until it settles deep in the pit of your stomach.Â
Slowly, you turn, heart clamoring in your chest, threatening to stop altogether as soon as you come face to face with the one person you never thought youâd see again.
Because there, at the front of the store, is Jisung.
Jisung, with wide eyes and parted lips. Jisung, with hair that still curls at the ends and falls in shags around his face. Jisung, broader, more actualized, now grown into his features but still undeniably soft around the edges. Jisung, with thick framed glasses pushed up his nose and silver hoops dangling from his ears.Â
A stranger. But undoubtedly Jisung.Â
âYou lookâŠnice.â he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly with his free hand.
Three words is all it takes. Ice turns to fire. The blood that had drained from your face returns with the blaze of a thousand suns, anger burning your throat.Â
You reach forward, grab the remote for the neon Open sign and click the power button. Jisung watches in confusion.
âThe shop is closed.â you manage on a shaky breath.
Jisung sighs, something heavy. âListen, Iâmââ
âThe shopââ you try again, louder, ââis closed.âÂ
Jisung stares. His eyes are still the same velvety brown; big and round and just as you remember.Â
There was once a time where the sight of Jisung in your Grandmaâs shop made your heart sing. A soft tune, the thrum of a thousand harps, a song only for him.
His heart-shaped smile as he helped her hammer some of the shelves onto the wall. The sound of his laughter whenever youâd enter a sneezing fit from accidentally rubbing your face with a gloved hand. His rosy cheeks, burnt from the wind whipping past his face as he ran on foot to make sure you were okay the one time an angry customer smashed a vase on the floor and you called him crying.
But now, seeing him here, a stranger in a body you once knew like the back of your handâ it feels wrong.Â
âIâŠâ he trails off, registering the way your fists are clenched at your sides.Â
âOkay,â he resigns, licking his lips. âI, uhâ have a good night.â
He gives you one last look, bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth, and then slips out the door. You watch his retreating figure through the glass panel, dark gray skies muting the sound of your rattling heart.
Itâs February. The tulips are in bloom. Jisung is back.
And in Jejuâ it rains.
Thereâs an apple tree in the middle of town where Jisung told you he loved you for the first and last time.Â
Off the corner, a few minutes down the road from where your houses stand a mere five hundred feet away from one another.
Your grandparents were farmers. Your grandma started her floral business a few years before you were born, a dream she always had that your grandpa urged her to pursue once he decided to sell the animals to a younger, more capable couple that could take care of them.Â
Jisungâs parents, new residents on the island, looking to settle down and start a family.Â
Thatâs how it happens. Yours and Jisungâs story, two authors of the same book, destined since the start.
Jisung was born on the same night your mother left you at your grandparentsâ doorstep. One note, an apology, is all youâve ever known about her. Your grandma never cared to indulge you. Youâre glad in a way. She provided more than enough love to make sure you never felt an absence in her wake.Â
The townspeople used to say you and Jisung were soulmates. Something about the heavens knowing he would need a friend, hence why you were delivered that night. From that moment on, the two of you were inseparable.Â
Attached at the hip, you and Jisung grew up together. First steps, first birthdays, firsts for everything under the sun.
Jisung was there in the morning to walk with you to school and he was there at night when the two of you tucked into bed, sleepovers a regular occurrence, both of you counting the pale green stick-on stars dotting his ceiling until you fell asleep.Â
Jisung was always around. He held your hand and walked with you to the nurseâs office the first time you got stung by a bee. He wiped your eyes when the boy you liked told you he only ever saw you as a friend, your first rejection. He sat with you under the stars the night your grandpa died, your face tucked into his neck as you stained the collar of his shirt with tears until you were too tired to cry. In the years that followed, he took care of you and your grandma like the two of you were his own.Â
Jisung, for lack of a better word, was your first forever.
âYou could come with me, you know.âÂ
Under the stars, real ones that time, Jisung had turned to you and offered the world.Â
The air was cold. The apple tree was bare.
âItâll be fun. Weâll be together, weâll experience new things. I can do music and you can study all that history stuff you like to learn about. You know, nerdy things.â
âTheyâre not nerdy things, Ji. Donât you know everything we have now is because of whatâs happened before us?â youâd asked. âDoesnât it make you wonder? Learning about the past helps us better understand the present, and ultimately the future.â
Jisung had hummed softly, an agreement. âI donât care about the future, though.â heâd said. âI care about right now. You, me, this.âÂ
When you turned to look at him, he propped himself up on one elbow and stared down at you from above as the moon casted a halo around his head.Â
âI love you,â he whispered, âAnd I want you to come with me.â
Jisung, with all the stars in his eyes and a heart full of dreams. Jisung, with the world at his fingertips and the ambition to make it his own.Â
You, with all your hopes stuffed tight into a suitcase and chained to a boulder, thrown into the ocean. Sinking and sinking until it hit the bottom.
âI love you too,â you whispered back.
Images of marigolds flashed behind your eyes when you closed them, a tear rolling down your cheek. Jisungâs mouth was soft when he kissed it away, salt on his lips. Burning.Â
âBut I canât.â you choked.Â
Under the apple tree, Jisung told you he loved you for the first and last time. He promised that the distance would be no match for him, that he would traverse oceans to find his way back. He promised forever.
It was February. The tulips were in bloom. Jisung left to pursue his dreams with a guitar on his back and your heart in his hands. Your understanding of forever was shot at point blank. The bullet passed clean through you.Â
And in Jejuâ it rained.
âI think you should talk to him.â
The sun is out today. Perfect weather for another field harvest. The distributor had called you early in the morning to ask if youâd be willing to accept a drop off even though itâs the weekend. Youâd agreed, calling in your most reliable help for the job.
âAnd I think youâre not helping.â you huff, snipping the head off another hyacinth.
âAgreed,â Hyunjin parrots from beside you, currently in the middle of putting together an arrangement, âThis guy sounds like a total dick.â
Chan sighs from behind the two of you, his knees knocking against the legs of the desk when he swivels back and forth in the chair.Â
Besides Hyunjin and Jeongin, both of whom moved into town after youâd already graduated, and of course, Jisungâ Chan is your oldest friend.Â
Chan was also a neighbor of yours. Three years older than you and Jisung, he was the one who acted as a role model for the two of you when growing up. Nowadays he helps his parents run the largest orange grove on the island during the day and DJs one of the clubs in the tourism hub at night.Â
âJisungâs not a dick, heâs justââ
âAn asshole.â you finish, smirking when Hyunjin cackles.Â
Chan sighs. Again. âYeah okay, Iâll give you that one.â
âListen, I know Iâve never met him, but isnât it weird that he just, like, showed up?â Hyunjin asks, setting down his scissors. You continue trimming the hyacinths, listening halfheartedly.
âI mean, think about it. Dude disappears to pursue music, right? Heâs gone for whatâ three years?â
âFour.â you correct.
âGod, even worse.â he grimaces.
âBut yeah, okay, four years. And then boom! He just strolls in through the front door without so much as a word during the time he was gone? No letters, no phone calls, not even a damn visit. Nothing! All so he can pop up and go âoh, you look niceâ? Come on.â he scoffs, crossing his arms.
You wince, caught off guard because youâve never really heard it phrased as bluntly as Hyunjin put it just then. Itâs no surprise that heâs annoyed, having only just heard the full story thirty minutes ago. Heâd been shocked, partly because you never told him and also because he just couldnât believe what he was hearing.
âOkay, yes, he was wrong for that. But isnât part of you even just the least bit curious as to why?âÂ
You pause mid-snip, mulling Chanâs words over in your head.
The most frustrating part about it all is that you are curious. You wish you werenât, though. Not when youâve spent the past four years trying to convince yourself that you donât need to know what Jisungâs been up to, donât need to know if heâs been okay since he clearly held no concern for you in that regard anyways.
âWhat?â you ask when you realize that both boys are staring at you.Â
âWell?â Hyunjin pushes. âAre you?â
You shrug. âNo, not really.âÂ
Thereâs a total of five seconds that pass before Hyunjin is stomping over and hauling Chan up out of his chair, pushing him towards the front door as he protests.
âOut! Out, out, out, we have important business matters to discuss.â
âBut we were supposed to get lunchâ!â
âWeâre taking a rain check!â Hyunjin fights back, shoving him out of the shop before he has a chance to answer. He drops the shade to cover the glass, Chanâs sad figure left alone on the other side.
You gape at him. âWhat was that for?â
Hyunjin scoffs. âYou think youâre convincing? Think again.âÂ
He hops up on to the counter and gestures for you to do the same. When you do, he pulls you closer, grabs your hand in his, and pushes your head down until itâs resting on his shoulder.Â
âTell me the truth now,â he says, soft. âI know thereâs more to it.â
Hyunjinâs warm to the touch. The heat seeps through the fabric of his shirt, igniting the skin of your cheek until you feel like youâre standing too close to the sun. A star. Hyunjin is a light in your tunnel.
âI am curious,â you start, âAbout him, I mean. Iâveâ I donât know. Itâs been so long. I tried to pretend I didnât care when I saw him, but the minute I looked into his eyes it was like I was eighteen again. Eighteen and happy and looking at someone that I always thought would be there, you know?âÂ
Hyunjin hums but doesnât say anything. He squeezes your hand once, a signal to keep going.Â
âIâm scared, though. Part of me doesnât want to know.â
Hyunjin takes a deep breath. âWhat are you scared of?â
Through the gaps in the beads you can see into your office, the picture of your Grandma hanging on the wall. She stares at you, unblinking.Â
âWhat if he tells me that itâs true?â you ask, lifting your head to look up at him. âWhat if he says that I was right, that he didnât care? That he left and didnât want to call because it no longer mattered to him? That he loves his life there and only came back to clear his own conscience?âÂ
âOh honey,â Hyunjin soothes, pulling you into his chest. You hadnât realized you were crying, that the anger and fear had bubbled over until there were tears falling down your cheeks, wetting the fabric of Hyunjinâs sweater.Â
He lets you cry for a while. Itâs nothing new; Hyunjin has seen you break down countless times. Heâs been there through the worst of it, held your hand even in the aftermath. Heâs picked you up off the floor more times than you can count, has grounded you when you felt like the world was gonna open up beneath you and swallow you whole. Salt of the earth, returning you to its core.
Once youâve quieted into nothing more than shallow breaths and a few scattered hiccups, Hyunjin speaks again.
âCan you be honest with me?â
You nod, the hair stuck to your cheek with tears rubbing against his shoulder.Â
âDo you love him?â
It nearly knocks the wind out of you. This concept, so foreign to you now, shoved to the back of your mind to make room for the things that matter most. Hospital visits, labor cuts, wage increasesâ none of it left any room for love, let alone the thought of someone else. Especially someone as all-consuming as Jisung.
Slowly, you inhale, breath shaking on the exhale. Hyunjin squeezes your hand to remind you that heâs there.
âI donât think I ever stopped, Hyune.â
The silence stretches thin. The realization is dizzying. Years of suppressed emotions, of telling yourself and everyone around you that it wasnât a big deal. The sad eyes of the townspeople whenever theyâd see you sitting beneath the apple tree. The gentle touch of your grandmaâs hand when sheâd find you on the front steps alone, staring at the stars. The soft hum of the radio in the shop, set to a playlist of all the songs heâs written, the only reminder that somewhere out there he was doing well.
The final crack in the dam, its water pushing until it gives way.
âThen you owe it to yourself,â Hyunjin says. âYou owe it to your heart to get an answer. Free yourself from this pain, love. Donât let yourself suffer forever.â
Forever. That word again. No matter how many times youâve tried to escape it, it always comes back.
âItâs gonna hurt.â he sighs, tightening his grip when you sniffle. âItâs gonna hurt so fucking bad, babe. But you can take it. Youâve got people who love you enough to stand in front of you and soften the blow from time to time. But youâll be okay. Iâll make sure of it.â
He hops down from the counter and moves to stand in front of you, right between your legs. Placing both hands on your shoulders, he pushes until youâre sitting with your back straight and lifts your chin.Â
âYou deserve an answer.â he says, with conviction this time. âOkay?â
He lets his thumb swipe beneath your eyes, smiles softly. Unconditionalâ thatâs what he is. Hyunjin burns brighter than any star in your sky, the heat wrapping its arms around you like itâs too scared to let go, to watch you freeze and die out like so many others.Â
âI donât deserve you, though.â you say, laughing wetly when he rolls his eyes.
âShut up,â he chuckles, pulling you in for a hug, âYou deserve everything and more.â
When Jisung comes into the shop two days later, youâre ready for it.Â
Chan had talked to him. No surprise, really, not when heâs been letting him crash in his spare room ever since he figured out that he was holed up in one of the hotels out in the tourism hub.Â
If thereâs one thing about Chan, itâs that heâd rip the shirt off his back to clothe anyone in need. Housing a friend is nothing, especially when that friend is Jisung.
âI donât know how much of a consolation this is,â heâd said nervously, watching as you regarded him with an expectant look, âBut heâs pretty cut up about you not wanting to see him. Which, I know, is stupid. He is the one who fucked up. But I justâ I donât know. Iâve never seen him like this, I guess.â
Itâs not a consolation, not really. Knowing that Jisung is struggling is far from anything you want to hear.Â
Sure, thereâs anger present. Anyone would be stupid to not feel the least bit frustrated with whatâs happened. Years lost, time stripped away. But youâve long since come to terms with it, the anger turning to sadness in the meantime.
âAlso, he leaves tomorrow.â Chan smiled sadly. âHe really wants to talk to you before then.â
Hyunjin left early again today to give the two of you space. Not before making a show of his own though, threatening to incite violence with his arms that are supposedly âshreddedâ from years of lifting boxes filled with petunias.Â
The shop is slow again, not many sales nor a lot of foot traffic. Usually when the sun is out thereâs more to do; people to see, smiles to give. But thereâs nothing, just the chirping of birds and the sound of cars rolling by.Â
Maybe the world knows that this is what you need. The calm before the storm.Â
Five minutes until close. Youâve spent most of the day pacing back and forth. Waiting. Anticipating.Â
Chan had said Jisung planned on stopping by, trying again. Youâd told him that was okay, and his eyes lit up. Too much hope, maybe, that something might come of this.Â
Youâre seated in the back office, staring at marigold colored irises when the front door opens. You hear it this time, ears fine tuned, waiting.Â
Slowly, you stand, make your way to the front. You donât realize youâre holding your breath until you pull back the beaded curtain and Jisungâs figure comes into view.Â
He looks the same as he did the other day: curled hair, thick glasses, parted lips. His sweater, fluffy and striped, hangs off of his shoulders in a way that boxes off his tapered waist, one that you know is hidden beneath all the layers. The sleeves are way too long judging by the way it curls over his fingers.Â
âHi.â he breathes out, watching as you step into full view.
You blink. âHi, Jisung.â
His name feels weird on your tongue. Bitter. Itâs been years since you uttered it, forbidding yourself from the luxury out of fear that it would make his absence more real. Talking about him in the past tense always scared you off before you could even get the chance.Â
âHowâ Howâve you been?â he chews on the inside of his lip.
You want to scold him, tell him to stop the habit just like you always would in the past. Heâd make a joke then, tell you to kiss him so that he had something else to do instead. You would laugh, feign disgust, but in the back of your mind youâd wanted it more than anything.Â
Youâd waited for it, the day you could kiss him without warning and melt into his touch as he kissed you back. Another stupid bet on forever; the belief that you had all the time in the world for things to get to that point.
âIâve been better.â you say, taking a deep breath. âWhat about you?â
Good, you think. Heâs been good. He looks good. He doesnât need this place.
âMe too.â he says instead. âIâve been better.â
You donât know what to say to that. Silence fills the room, heavy on both your chests. The anticipation feels like it might kill you before anything else does.Â
âIâm sorry thatââ
âIs that all you came here to say?â you cut him off.
âWhat?â he asks, confused. âNo, Iâ no.â
âWhat, then? What is it you want to say, Jisung?â your voice is firm. He winces when his name leaves your mouth. âBecause, honestly, Iâve waited all this time to hear literally anything from you, and if all that comes out of this is that youâve âbeen betterâ I might actually lose my fucking mind.â
The words tumble out faster than you intend. You canât help it, not with the way anxiety has been bubbling over in your chest since the moment you woke up this morning. You could barely sleep last night, not when you were playing out every possible scenario in your head, the anticipation of it all making your sheets feel scratchy against your skin and the lumps in your pillow more discernible.Â
âNo, no, of course I wouldnât do that.â he says quickly. âIt's just that I didnât know where to start. I donât know how much youâll allow me to say, what the boundary is here. I didnât want to just barge in and demand you listen to me. You donât owe me that. You donât owe me anything. Not after what I did.â
What I did, his voice rings loud in your ears. Heâs aware of it, of the pain he caused.Â
He takes a step forward, and then another, again and again until heâs right up against the front counter, an armâs length away.Â
Your breath catches then, when you see him up close for the first time in four years, see the way heâs grown and changed with your own eyes.Â
Stubble dotting his chin, laugh lines around his mouth, the dip and curve of the bow above his lips that you always loved. Brown eyes, soil and stardust.Â
âTell me what your conditions are,â he says quietly, âAnd Iâll give you every explanation I have.â
The sincerity on his face is blinding. Your stomach twists at the thought of hearing what he has to say, that same fear brewing in the pit of it. You take a deep breath, feel the phantom ghost of a hand squeezing yours and a crescent moon eye smile.Â
âI waited four years for you.â you say.
âI know.â
âI trusted that youâd be back. That you would keep in touch during the time you were gone.â
âIââ his voice cracks. âI know.â
âYou lied to me.â
Jisung tips his head back then. Swallows down a lump in his throat. Blinks rapidly at the ceiling, veins of ivy crawling along the expanse of it.
âI know.â
âSo you owe me everything. I deserve that. I deserve answers.â
When he brings his head down to look at you, itâs unreadable. A mix of emotions that you arenât familiar enough with anymore to decipher. Fear, guilt, sorrow. Hope, too. Maybe.
You stare at him head on, fully letting your eyes meet for the first time in what feels like an eternity. He holds your gaze, unwavering. Determined. The sight makes your heart clench.Â
âOkay,â he says after a beat of silence. âOkay. I can do that.â
Despite the ever-growing mountain of things to address, you decide that the first thing you want to hear from Jisung is about his time in Seoul.Â
Youâre only human, after all.
Best friends from the startâ you canât stop yourself from wondering what life has been like for him. Jisungâs always been good at storytelling, animated in his features and gestures to the point that youâd be rolling around and clutching your stomach from laughter. Itâs one of the things you missed the most, just talking and being present in one anotherâs lives.
The two of you end up at one of the diners down the road. The owners, an elderly couple, coo as soon as they catch sight of you.
âMy flower girl,â the old lady, Mrs. Kim, greets.
âMrs. Kim,â you beam, moving in for a hug. When you pull away, Jisung is behind you, hands clasped behind his back and feet together like he has his tail between his legs.
âHalmeoni,â you say, gesturing at him, âDo you remember Jisungie?âÂ
His eyes go wide at the nickname, and you try to ignore the heat creeping up your neck, avoiding his gaze and instead watching as Mrs. Kim blinks in surprise.
âOh! Oh my goodness, our Jisungie? Honey! Honey, look, Jisung is here! Oh you crazy boy,â she scolds, rushing forward to hit his shoulder and pull him in for a hug. âWhere have you been? Itâs been ages!âÂ
Jisung lets out an oof! as her body slams into him, all of his anxiousness dissolving into laughter as he hugs her back.Â
âHi Mrs. Kim, how have you been?âÂ
âMe?â she asks, pulling him away to hold at armâs length, âNevermind about me! Iâm old! How have you been?â
Good, you think again, a mimic of earlier. Jisungs eyes flit over to yours for the smallest of moments before he answers.
âBetter,â he says. âIâm doing better.â
Once both Mr. and Mrs. Kim are done doting over the both of you, they seat you by the window.
The island is always beautiful on sunny days: trees swaying, golden rays painting the rooftops in hues of pink and orange, the indigo shimmer of the ocean off in the distance.
âSo,â you say, catching Jisungâs attention, âTell me about Seoul.â
He hums. âItâs busy. Stinks. Lots of people.â
âDream come true, yeah?â you joke, taking a sip of your water.
Jisung chuckles. âYou could say that, I guess.â
âI mean, it was yours.â
âIt was.â he sighs, looking down at the table. âI donât know. Itâs nice. I met good people, made even better connections. I live in this one bedroom studio apartment just outside of Itaewon, so Iâm close to where all the foreigners hang out. Iâve learned a lot, gained a lot of inspiration for my music.â
You follow along, staring at him intently. His mouth, still heart-shaped, twitches when he catches you in the act.
You clear your throat, glancing away. âYeah, Iâveâ uh, Iâve heard some of your songs.â
He raises his eyebrows, almost like he hadnât expected you to say that. âReally?â
âYeah. I mean, I hear them on the radio sometimes.â A lie. âIt usually takes me a second to realize that itâs you.â Another lie. âBut theyâre good, youâre doing well.â
Pink dusts the tops of Jisungâs cheeks as he turns back to the window, clearing his throat.
He looks younger like this, like heâs still the same boy who would sit across from you all those years ago. Cherry-stained lips and a smile so bright it put the sun to shame.
He talks a bit more about his music, about how heâs with a good company that gives him creative freedom and enough support to pursue more if he desires.
His eyes light up when he tells you about his studio, a small room on the fifth floor of a building in the middle of the city where he does all of his writing. Itâs equipped with an entire soundboard, full of instruments that he says heâs been able to get signed by artists that come in and out. Most notably, his guitar, the same one he left with.Â
Slowly, like a flower blossoming, petals opening one by one, you feel yourself falling back into step with him.
Everything is so familiar: the curve of his smile, the tilt in his voice when he gets excited, the rumble of laughter when he recounts an embarrassing run-in with an A-list celebrity in the companyâs cafeteria. He shares stories that fill your heart as the two of you fill your stomachs.
But with the ease comes something more, something you recognize as longing. You hadnât realized how much you longed to be there through this part of his life, how you wished youâd been the one to answer a video call as he showed off his apartment the first day he moved in, his company badge when it was newly issued, every moment of happiness that youâd been absent for just as much as he was absent for yours.
He seems to share the same sentiment then, when he sets down his fork and stares at his empty plate.Â
âYou run the shop now,â he says, âHowâs that been?â
You purse your lips, nodding your head slowly. You knew this conversation would happen, that it was coming.
âItâs good, I guess. Been almost a year now since, uh, it was left to me.â you shrug. âIâm not alone though, Hyunjin is a big help. I donât know what Iâd do without him.â
Jisung noticeably bristles. Eyebrows pulled together, staring more intently at a crumb on his plate. It looks like thereâs a lot he wants to say, like he canât find the words to say them.
So, naturally, you do it for him.Â
âI assume Chan told you so I wouldnât have to, by the way.â
He looks up then, as if he wasnât expecting you to address the very obvious elephant in the room.
âHe did, yes.â Jisung says after a while. His voice is quiet, gentle, like heâs walking on eggshells. âIâ I didnât know how to bring it up. I assume youâve heard it all already butâ I really, really am sorry to hear about Nana.â
The way her name sounds coming out of his mouth turns your mind to static.
Suddenly youâre in the hospital again, monitors beeping, hands as soft as petals cradled in your own and wishing that you could bury your face in a familiar neck as you cried and watched the marigolds wilt.Â
âI donât need an apology for that.â you croak, blinking back tears. Jisung is somewhere in your periphery, your vision blurry around the edges.
âIt wasnât sad. Her life, I mean. It was full. Of love. Of light. She left this place happy. Thatâs what she told me, at least.â
You take a deep breath. âSo donât be sorry about it.â
Jisung sniffles, and the sound shoots straight through your chest.Â
âI know. I justâ Iâm sorry I wasnât here. I shouldâve been. I had no idea thatââ
âNobody did, Jisung. Donât punish yourself for that.â
He sees it then, when you finally meet his eyes, the acceptance. Youâve come to terms with things a long time ago, have fought tooth and nail to come out on the other side of all the guilt and resentment and grief alive. Scathed, but alive nonetheless.
âYouâre right.â he sighs, wiping at his eyes quickly. âSheâd probably yell at me for saying that.â
You laugh, suddenly, the noise startling him. Jisung looks at you like youâre crazy.
âI think she has a lot more to yell at you for than being sorry that she died.â
The bluntness punches a chuckle out of him, and you giggle at the thought.
Your grandmother was always such an outspoken person. She always said what was on her mind, speaking it loud. Thereâs no doubt that if she was here sheâd be berating Jisung, smacking him upside the head before pulling him into a hug and cooking his favorite meal. Tough love, but still, love.
âShe wouldâve loved to be able to see you.â you say once your laughter dies out, the air a bit lighter between the two of you. âShe always wondered if youâd grow your hair out without her around to nag you about keeping it short.âÂ
He reaches up to run a hand through his curls, the strands falling around his face in a way that has your heart stammering in your chest.
âWell, clearly I donât know how to listen.â
âNo, you donât.â
Jisung smiles softly. âMaybe Iâll cut it now. You know, since Iâm here. And because I know sheâd want me to.â
You watch him carefully, searching his eyes. For what, you donât know. All thatâs in them are stars.Â
âYeah,â you say quietly. âYouâre here.â
By the time the two of you leave the diner, stomachs full and enough bags of extra side dishes hanging off of your arms to last you at least two weeks, courtesy of Mrs. Kim, the sun is almost fully set.Â
The ocean is calm, the evening breeze just barely brushing the surface of the tide. Jisung walks in step with you down the street, one side of his face cast in a glow from the sunâs fading rays.Â
âDo you think youâd maybe want to stop by the arcade that Old Man Park runs? Just for a little?â
You snort. âWhy? So I can embarrass you?â
âHey!â he puts a hand on his chest, offended. âIâll have you know that I let you win all those times.â
âHow do you let someone win after spending hours practicing while I worked at the shop?â
âI was being nice!â
âUh huh.â
âDonât believe me?â he grins. You try not to look, afraid of how bad your blood pressure might spike from the sight.Â
âIâll have you know that Iâm one of the best Kart Rider players in the PC Bang scene back in Seoul.â
âJisung,â you scold, âThatâs a computer game. These are coin-ops. Thereâs way more skill needed.â
âNo there isnât!â
He knocks his shoulder against yours, tucking his chin to his chest to hide his smile when you try to fight back.
Itâs easy. Nice. Thereâs a soft melody echoing in the dust-covered chambers of your heart. You still know all the chords.
Old Man Parkâs arcade is a few doors down from the shop. You stop there to drop off the food, spare a glance in the mirror hanging in your office to fix your hair.
Your grandmaâs picture stares at you from the other wall, eyes bright.
âLove you,â you say, kissing the skin of your fingertips and pressing it gently against the frame.
Jisung is toeing at a few rocks on the sidewalk when you walk back out. He doesnât see you, too busy with his eyes casted down at the concrete, hands shoved into his pockets.Â
Itâs still hard to believe that heâs here. Flesh and bone. For a long time it felt like he was nothing but a distant dream, someone who only existed in the memories that you kept locked deep within your heart, the key somewhere on the streets of Seoul.
âReady?â you ask.
He looks up, his glasses moving when his cheeks round into a smile.
Something passes across his faceâ a myriad of emotions in just a fraction of a second. Hesitantly, he holds out his hand. Long, delicate fingers.
You stare at it, swallowing roughly around the butterfly wings flapping inside your throat.Â
The one thing you shouldnât do, my dear, is rely on forever. Because that, too, is uncertain.
Forever isnât promised. But even then, there are things you know for sure:
Itâs February. The tulips are in bloom. Jisung is here. Living, breathing, in the flesh.Â
So you take his hand, watch as relief floods his features, and let yourself feel.
The wind in your hair, the calluses on Jisungâs palms, and the warmth radiating out of the smile that threatens to split his face into two.
And with that certainty, the two of you start walking. A silent agreement to focus on the now.
You. Him. This.
âGod, I canât believe everything is only one coin.â
You laugh, watching as the multi-colored lights cast a glow on Jisungâs face.Â
âStop acting like you donât remember this place.â
âI donât!â he argues, smiling. âWe stopped coming here, what, in middle school? Once Chan hyung started driving? We would always ask him to take us to the other one out in the big town!â
Chanâs first car was an old Camry with leather seats and enough room for the three of you to pile into after school. Used, but still with enough juice to satisfy three young kids who felt like they were on top of the world.
You used to sit in the back, the wind whipping your hair every which way while yours and Jisungâs hands lay side by side in the middle seat, pinkies brushing but neither of you willing to take it further.Â
âOh, shit!â Jisung gasps, letting go of your hand as he runs up to the space invaders machine.Â
âHere we go,â you sigh, following after him. Heâs like a kid in a candy store, face filled with innocent wonder and joy.
âArenât there, like, I donât knowâ things better than this in Seoul?â you ask as he shoves a coin into the game.
Jisung turns to look at you with a devilish grin. âObviously,â he says, âBut I canât beat anyoneâs high score over there. Here though? Ha! This place is ancient. I can finally be at the top of the leaderboard in something.â
âWeâll see about that.â you mumble, the noise of the game booting up drowning you out.Â
Jisung sticks his tongue out when he focuses really hard on things. Itâs cute, the way the end of it sits between his lips, spit-slick and parted just a little bit.
Heâs glowing, probably because of the lights, hues of red and green and blue flashing across his face. But then again, Jisung has always shined brighter than anything.Â
The game beeps to signal that he has one life left. He grunts a few times, his fingers tapping the buttons madly as his other hand handles the joystick in a frenzy of movements.
When it ends, he groans, throws his hands up in defeat..Â
You shake your own head knowingly, watching his eyes bug out of their sockets as soon as the leaderboard appears on the screen, the 8-bit letters blinking at him.Â
âYouâre joking.â he laughs in disbelief, turning to stare at you. âPlease tell me youâre joking.âÂ
There, on the screen, is your name. The highest score. Jeongin and Hyunjinâs names sit just below you, respectively.
âWhat was that again about finally being able to be at the top?â you mock him, smirking.
âSince when did you get good at this?â
You shrug. âHad to find something to do in my free time.â
âNo,â he says, rolling up his sleeves. âNuh-uh. No way. This is not happening. I will beat you.â he holds out his hand for another coin, to which you roll your eyes and place one in his palm.Â
âYou might as well give up now. Weâll be here all night.â
âIn your dreams.â he scoffs, assuming his position as another round loads onto the screen. Â
Jisung has always been competitive. Itâs one of his more hidden characteristics.Â
It persists still, you realize, as you watch him burn through the styrofoam cup of coins that Old Man Park had given the two of you. Free of charge for old timeâs sake.
Fort-five minutes. All heâs managed to do is bump Hyunjin down to fourth.
âUgh!â he groans, kicking the machine lightly with his foot.Â
âLook at you throwing a tantrum.â
âIâm not throwing a tantrum.â he pouts. You raise an eyebrow.
âOkay fine. Iâm throwing a tantrum.âÂ
âThought so.â
âCan you blame me?â he asks. âThis is, like, our first date. And Iâm sucking. Hard.â
âOurââ you stop, eyes wide. Jisung mimics you, almost like he didnât mean to say what he did.Â
Heat rushes to your cheeks. Your mind goes blank. But the world doesnât end. Time keeps moving. Jisung is still here.
âI didnâtââ
âI like the sound of that.â you say quickly. âOf this being our first date, I mean.â
He smiles. Slow and sweet like molasses. Blinding.
âAnd the fact that you suck.â
The moment is shattered, his resulting whine echoing throughout the arcade.
âCome on you big baby,â you laugh, grabbing his hand. âI know a game you can beat me at.â
He lets himself be pulled, pretending that heâs upset, but you can see the smile tugging at his lips when you lace your fingers together.
The feeling is still new, this ease you have with him. The wounds you sported all those years are still healing, some more fresh than others. But with each laugh that comes out of Jisungâs mouth and shared glance, every note that your heart sings, you can feel them beginning to fade. A balm to soothe the burn.
The Pac-Man game is situated in the back corner of the arcade, right next to the jukebox. It used to be your favorite, because Jisung would always use his own coins to play songs for you while you tried to score higher than twenty-five thousand points.Â
When you get there, he frowns. âThe only game you think I can beat you at is Pac-Man?âÂ
âI donât think,â you say, grabbing a coin before shoving the cup into his chest. âI know.â
The game boots up instantly, and you smile softly to yourself when Jisung moves wordlessly behind you, slips a coin into the jukebox.
âPlay something good, Jisungie.â
He freezes. Out of the corner of your eye you watch him stare at you for a long moment. And then he smiles. Stardust.
âYou got it.â
In a matter of seconds, Lovers In A Dangerous Time by Bruce Cockburn rings throughout the arcade, the speakers on the ceiling fighting past the static.
An old song. The same one your grandparents would dance to in the mornings, eggs on the stove and love in the air.
Your grandma used to say it was written for them, because when they fell in love the war was at its peak and she didnât know if heâd ever come home.Â
After he passed, she still played it, except those times it was Jisung who twirled her around and painted a smile on her face as you watched from the same spot you grew up in. Always there.
Jisung, Jisung, Jisung.Â
When the game starts, you try your best. Itâs hard. Youâve always been terrible at anything involving quick decisions. Focusing on everything at once isnât easy for you, that much is still true.Â
âShit.â you mumble, the top right corner of the screen reading ten thousand points as the ghosts run into you.
Jisung lets out a low whistle. âHarsh.â
âYou wanna go back to space invaders and waste the last of our money?â you raise an eyebrow.Â
He holds his hands up in surrender. âSorry, sorry. Go ahead.â he says, holding the cup out for you to take another coin.Â
You try a couple more times, failing each and every one. You can tell that Jisung is growing more and more amused with every attempt, and the smugness radiating off of him is starting to rub you the wrong way.
âIf youâre so good,â you say after a particularly sad attempt, turning to glare at him. Jisung has his lips pulled tight to stop himself from laughing. âThen why donât you try?â
He chuckles then. âIâd rather help you, if youâll let me.â
âHow are you supposed to do that? We only have one coin left.â
Jisung doesnât say anything. He puts the cup down, the last coin held between his fingers. You watch as he slips it into the machine, move to get out of his way once heâs done, but he stops you by grabbing your hand and spinning you back around, his fingers placed over yours on the joystick.Â
With your back flush against his front, caged in by his arms on either side, Jisung takes a deep breath.
âThis okay?â he asks right next to your ear, the curls on the side of his head brushing your cheek when he leans down to get a better look at the screen.
Warm. Heâs so warm. The material of his sweater only worsens the heat, and the faint scent of vanilla makes your head swim.
Itâs more than okay. Great, even. Itâs Jisung. Everything and more.
âYeah,â you say, letting him control your hands as he flicks the joystick. âItâs okay.â
The hair against your cheek moves when he smiles. âGood.â he says, and then hits the start button.
The game begins but youâre barely processing whatâs happening, too aware of the feeling of his body pressed against yours.Â
A firm chest, different from whatâs observable on the outside, what with the fluffiness of his sweater and soft features. His arms too, encasing you, the bulge and flex of his biceps every time he moves.
Itâs all so intoxicating, so much so that you donât even realize youâve beaten the highest score in the system by the time he loses his last life.Â
âWhat?â you blink. âWhat the hell?!â
You laugh, spinning to face Jisung whoâs grinning from ear to ear. In your excitement, you jump, flinging your arms around his neck. Heâs surprised, but catches you nonetheless, circling his arms around your waist.
âHoly shit howâd you do that!â you squeal while he swings you around, feet off the ground.
âMagic, I guess.â he chuckles.Â
The closeness of his voice brings you crashing back down, suddenly aware of what position youâre both in. You pull back quickly, clear your throat, and watch as his face falls from the loss of contact.
Itâs been a long time since you hugged Jisung. The thought transports you to that day four years ago, standing under the apple tree, the future uncertain. Forever promised.
Things are different now.
âSorry,â he backtracks. âI didnâtâ um, I wasnât trying toââ
You cut him off by throwing yourself at him for a second time. Intentional. Breathless. Tired of running and acting like itâs not the thing you want most in the entire world.
Jisung doesnât react until he feels your face against the skin of his neck. On instinct, he hugs tight, hands around your waist, breathing in the smell of your hair.
âHi.â you whisper against him.Â
One word. Simple. However the weight of it sends a chill down his spine. It feels like home.Â
He tightens his hold. A silent understanding. The two of you never had much of a need for words anyways.Â
âHi.â he whispers back.
The apple tree is much bigger now.
Long, thick branches, a wide trunk, a slight tilt in its shape.
Itâs bare. The season is long gone. But itâs okay, because it means that the view of the stars isnât blocked when you and Jisung lay beneath it.
Itâs the same but it isnât. Thereâs gapsâ periods of time where the two of you grew separately. There are moments and memories tucked away that neither of you know about, whole lives to discover.Â
But even so, it feels right. His arm wrapped around you, your head on his chest. The stars and the moon. You and Jisung.
Itâs nice. Perfect, even. But thereâs a conversation that needs to be had. One that canât be put off any longer.
âJi.â
âHm?â
âCan I ask you something?â
Jisung shifts beneath you, tightening his hold. The grass is damp. Neither of you care, too caught up in each other to stress about whether or not itâll stain.
âOf course.â
âAm I ever gonna see you again?â
He takes a deep breath. âYes.â
âYou said that last time.â
âI know.â
âSo what makes this different?â you ask, sitting up. He watches you carefully, eyes trained on every movement like heâs scared youâll get up and run away.
When he realizes youâre waiting for an answer, he sits up too, pulls his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around his legs.Â
He doesnât say anything, just wordlessly reaches into his pocket. Silently, he hands whatever he grabbed to you. A guitar pick.
Itâs white, a marbled design. Golden flecks infused into the lines. There, on the front, is a singular marigold. When you flip it over, youâre met with a tulip.Â
âDo you remember that one time, when you called me crying at midnight because Nana told you that she didnât know if sheâd be able to afford school in the city?â
You nod silently, still turning the guitar pick over in your hand.Â
It was one of those nights where the rain was relentless. Monsoon season always tagged on to the tail end of the school year, bringing with it a more intense gloominess than usual.Â
Youâd been angry. Stressed. Irritated that other kids at school were making plans to go to the mainland for college and you were stuck helping your grandmother trim foliage and wrap vases in newspaper.
âYou told me that you couldnât do it anymore.â Jisung whispered, staring up at the sky. âThat you were tired of being here. That you needed to get out.â
You remember. Jisung had walked through the rain to show up at your window. Had climbed in with muddy shoes and sat on the floor of your room with you until the downpour stopped and your tears dried.
âAnd I said that I would make it happen, that I would invent a way to live amongst the stars so you could be as far from here as possible.â
âSo what?â you ask, looking at him. âDid you finally do it, then? Is that why you came back?â
âDonât be like that.â
âNo, Jisung, Iâm gonna fucking be like that.â you scoff, rising to your feet.Â
Thereâs a fire in your veins, stoked until the embers are burning hot against your throat. Too good to be true. You shouldâve known that there was no explanation left for him to give.
Jisung scrambles to his feet. âIt wasnât like I wanted toââ
âOh like hell you did.â you say, turning to face him. âFour years, Jisung. I waited four years and you justâ you come back and decide to tell me about some make-believe bullshit to save yourself and feel less guilty about the fact that you left.â
âIt wasnât make-believe to me,â he argues. âIt was real. Everything I said was real. I left and I tried for years to make something of myself so I could come back here and get you.â
âOh so itâs my fault? I made you leave, is that it?â
âThatâs not what I said.â
âSo then say something else!â you yell. The stars rumble, threatening to fall out of the sky. âSay something else, then, Jisung. Why didnât you call? Huh?â
âBecause Iââ he stops, licks his lips. âGod. Fuck. I couldnât face you if I had nothing to show for myself, okay? It wasnât fair to you for me to leave you behind just so I could fail.â
âHa!â you laugh, running a hand through your hair in disbelief. âSo you decided to go radio silent instead? Decided to not only leave me alone but let me suffer and wonder about where you were because thatâs so much better than telling me that you were struggling, right? Great choice, Jisung. Really.â
He blinks a few times, watching as you pace back and forth in the grass.Â
Anger bubbles deep in your gut. This whole time, he knew. It was a conscious decision. Jisung deliberately didnât contact you because he chose not to.
âDid you ever even love me?â
The words tumble out before you can stop them. Jisungâs entire body goes rigid, his face falling and eyes hardening within a fraction of a second.
âWatch what you say.â he says, his voice low in his chest.
âI wouldnât have to if youâd just be honest.â
âIâm trying.â he pleads. His eyes are glossy. Big and round behind his glasses. Illuminated by the moon.Â
âI fucked up, okay? I prioritized myself and the way I felt over you and fucked everything up. But I tried. I tried so fucking hard. And Iâm sorry it took me so long but I wantedâ noâ I needed to make sure that I had everything figured out before I came back. I promised I would.â
âNo, Jisung, you promised me thatââ
âIâm not talking about you.â he says then, taking a deep breath. âYou werenât the only one I made promises to back then.â
Before you have a chance to speak, Jisung says, âI promised her. I told her Iâd get you out of here. That Iâd give you a life that you deserved, because she knew she couldnât.â
You drop to your knees when the first sob hits, the force of it racking your body so hard you feel like youâre drowning. Jisung catches you on the fall, holds you up, lets you bury your face into his neck like he had so many times before.
âShe told me you believed in forever. She wanted me to give that to you. Iâm sorry it took me so long.â
Jisung lets you cry. He holds you through the storm, your wails as loud as thunder and tears as heavy as rain. Four years in the making; the sky and the earth colliding until the dirt and layers of sediment give way to the molten core thatâs been hiding beneath the surface all along.
Pain. Grief. All of it pent up and leading to this moment.Â
âYou shouldâve told me.â you cry, beating a fist into Jisungâs chest. âYou idiot. You fucking idiot. You shouldâve told me.âÂ
Jisung pulls you in closer, takes each hit as long as it means that itâll soften the blow on your heart. He whispers apologies in your ear, runs a hand through your hair.Â
When it quiets again, the worst of the storm gone, he shifts so that your head is in his lap, his legs crossed and tucked beneath him. A few stray tears wet the fabric of his jeans, your eyes focused on the field of flowers across the street.
âI wonât ask you to come with me.â he says after a long while, when your breathing has evened out. âI know that things are different. You have a life here that youâve made for yourself, responsibilities to bear as well.â
He pauses to push a few strands of hair out of your face. His fingers are gentle against the skin of your cheek.
âBut I promise itâll be different. I spent too long away from you, was too selfish for my own good. I wonât disappear again. Iâll call every day. Iâll visit. Youâll get every part of me that I kept away from you all this time, and Iâll get every part of you in return.â
Your heart thrums. The thought of having what youâve wanted for so long. Of having Jisung.
âAnd when youâre ready, when you feel like you canât do it anymore, thereâll be a place for you.â
His voice is firm. Confident. More sure than heâs ever sounded before in his life.
When you turn to face him, heâs already staring back. Jisung, with all the stars in his eyes and a heart full of dreams. Jisung, with the world at his fingertips and the offer to make it yours.
Under the apple tree, Jisung leans down and kisses you for the first time. Twenty four years in the making, soft and slow, his lips a perfect fit against yours. A starboy and his flower girl. His glow is so bright it makes blossoms sprout from her fingertips.
Soft curls tickle your eyelids when he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours. You reach up to run a hand through them, smiling softly when he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.Â
âI love you.â you say first this time.Â
He reaches out a hand, closes it over your fist thatâs still clutching the guitar pick. A marigold and a tulip, both working together to make a perfect harmony.Â
âI love you, too.â Jisung whispers back. âForever.â
Jisung stops by the shop early to say goodbye.
Thereâs less tears this time, less of a reason to be sad. But still, when he wraps his arms around you, vanilla filling your nose and curls against your face, you feel your composure crumble.
âEvery day.â he says, repeating the same thing he did all night. âI promise. Morning and night. Also at lunch. Oh, and on your days off. Matter of fact, you can call when youâre on the toilet too.â
The last part earns him an elbow to the ribs, his laughter bubbling up and out of his throat as he tries to dodge any and all subsequent attacks.
He kisses you stupid before he goes, Chan rolling his eyes from his car out front. You flip him off blindly, Jisungâs lips still attached to yours, earning a loud honk in response.
When he leaves, the shop is quiet, the only sound being the buzzing of your phone as Jisung blows it up with text messages the second the car pulls away.
Youâre too busy replying, giggling to yourself when a slew of cute emoticons start appearing one by one, that you nearly fall over out of your chair when Hyunjin bursts through the door.
âJesus Christ Hyune, did you have toââ
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â he asks, breathless.Â
âUh,â you blink, glancing round. âWorking?â
âIs Jisung not on a damn plane right now?â
âI mean heâs on his way to the airport. Chan isââ
âChan hyung told me that Jisung wanted you to go with him.â Hyunjin says, brow furrowed.
You sigh. âHe didnât want me to go with him. Well, okay, he did. But I told him I canât just pick up and leave. He knows that. Nana left this place to me andââ
âYou are so stupid.â Hyunjin sighs.Â
âExcuse me?â you ask. You stand up, crossing your arms as you walk closer to the counter.Â
âCome on. We have to go.â
âGo where, Hyunjin? Iâm not leaving toââ
He cuts you off, places an envelope on the wooden surface. âAnd I am not letting you stay here and pretend that this is what you want.â
âWhat is that?âÂ
âA plane ticket.â he says, pushing it towards you. âTo Seoul.â
Your mouth opens and closes, lost for words. Hyunjin is already moving around the counter, pushing past you with an expression the most serious youâve ever seen on him.
âHyunjin Iâ I canâtâ where did you evenâŠ?â
âChan hyung has a friend.â he mumbles as he begins pulling stuff out of the office. Your planning notebook, your apron, the picture of your grandma off the wall. All of it thrown into a small box he managed to snag from somewhere off to the side.
âHis name is Seungmin or something. Met him out in the tourist hub. Dudeâs super rich with tons of miles and apparently owed Chan for a drunken night where he needed to be escorted to his hotel. So thanks to him, youâre leaving.â he explains as he grabs the box with both hands and starts walking towards the door.
âWait.â you stop him, watching as he turns to regard you with a look that says his patience is running thin.Â
âI told you I canât leave, Hyunjin. This place is where I need to be.â
He huffs, places the box on the ground in front of him. His hair falls in waves around his face, a shimmery dark brown beneath the rays of the sun poking into the room.Â
âCan you be honest with me?â he asks.Â
You nod, slowly.Â
âDo you love him?â
Hyunjin watches you with careful eyes. Reads you like a book, something heâs always been good at. You donât doubt that itâs written on your face. Star-kissed cheeks and eyes as bright as marigolds.Â
âSo much that it hurts, Hyune.â
Hyunjin smiles, eyes watery. âThen you deserve to go. You deserve your chance to be free. Donât worry about this place, Iâll take care of it.â
The familiar sting of tears sits behind your eyes. Your heart swells full of love for this friend, this light, this beacon of unconditional love in the shape of your best friend.
âI donât have clothes.â you manage to say around the lump in your throat.
Hyunjin shakes his head, tears spilling down the bridge of his nose.Â
âIâll send them to you.â
âThereâs a lot to do around here for just one person. What if you need me?â
âIâll manage.âÂ
You round the corner quickly, throwing yourself into his chest. He catches you with ease, wraps his arms around your body as the both of you cry into each other.
âIâll miss you.â you say weakly.
Hyunjinâs throat bobs against the top of your head. âIâll always be here in our little corner of the world.â
The two of you stay like that for a while. Hyunjinâs warmth seeps into your skin, lights you ablaze. By the time he pulls away, his hands on your shoulders, you feel like youâre floating. Unreal.
âI donât have a way to get there.â you say quickly, glancing at the clock.Â
Jisungâs plane leaves soon. The airport, the only one on the island, is a thirty minute drive. Youâre at a disadvantage the more time you spend not moving.Â
âDonât worry,â Hyunjin chuckles. âIâve got that taken care of.â
You open your mouth to ask him what he means when youâre cut off by the sound of honking from outside. Confused, you run to the door, your jaw dropping as soon as you realize whoâs waiting for you.
âHurry up people we donât have all day!â Jeongin calls, his upper body hanging out of the window. Heâs parked outside in a beat-up truck, arms waving wildly when he spots you.
âInnie!â you scream, pushing through the door to run at him. He jumps out of the truck just in time for you to barrel into his chest, laughter loud in your ears as he spins you around.Â
âYouâre here! Oh my god I thought you werenât coming for another two weeks.â you say in disbelief once he puts you down.
He looks older, more sophisticated. His hair is rusted and falls past his ears, the ends just barely touching his shoulders.Â
âYeah, well,â he shrugs. âI figured Iâd show up earlier. You know, see you before you leave, catch up with my parents, help Hyunjin break into your house. The usual.â
âHelp Hyunjin break into my whatââ you say, but you stop when your eyes fall on the small suitcase in the backseat. Your own bag, the one thatâs been sitting in your closet untouched for years now.
âFor the last time,â Hyunjin says from behind you, carrying the box in his arms. âItâs not breaking and entering if I have a key. Which, by the way, I told you would come in handy one day.â
He sets the box down next to the luggage and dusts his hands on his pants. When he turns to face you, heâs smiling, eyes disappearing into crescent moons.
With tears threatening to spill once again, you stare at the both of them, your heart bursting at the seams. âI love you guys.â
Jeongin grimaces, opts for getting back in the driverâs seat as you laugh. Hyunjin rolls his eyes and ushers you inside of the truck.
âYeah, yeah. Save it.â he says. âRight now, you have a plane to catch.â
The airport is crowded.Â
There are tons of people everywhere, some saying hello and some saying goodbye. Hyunjin explained the gate system to you before you left him and Jeongin on the curb, and you keep glancing down at your ticket to make sure none of the information has changed in the past thirty seconds since you last looked.Â
Thankfully, your gate isnât far. With twenty minutes to go until boarding, you can feel the sweat building up beneath the hand thatâs curled around your suitcase handle.Â
Itâs scary thinking about the fact that this is it. That youâre finally leaving.Â
Itâs bittersweet, too. Thereâs an excitement in the pit of your stomach as well as a feeling of dread in your chest, both of them meeting in the middle somewhere.Â
You let your eyes scan the crowd, searching for wavy hair and thick-rimmed glasses. However, the first thing you see is the familiar neck of a guitar, strapped right on to a back that you would know and recognize anywhere without warning.
Jisung is seated near the gate, his eyebrows furrowed and lips set in a pout as he glares down at his phone. You realize that heâs probably wondering why you wonât answer, why all of his emoticons are going ignored.Â
Quietly, you come up behind him, reach into your pocket, and say, âExcuse me? I think you dropped this.â
Jisung startles, his eyes falling on to the guitar pick being held out in your hand. Slowly, he lets his gaze follow upwards, wide-eyed and shocked.
âWhatâ what are you doing here?â he asks.Â
You place the pick in his hand. âI'm on my way to Seoul. Thereâs a guy there that Iâve been trying to find for a while.â you say.Â
Jisung catches on quickly. âOh, really?â he asks, moving over so you can sit beside him. âThis guy must be pretty great if youâre leaving for the mainland.â
The rain starts hitting the tarmac outside right as you sit down. âHm, yeah. He is. He really likes the stars. He says that he found a way for me to live in them, too.âÂ
He laughs, the sound making your stomach flip. âSounds like youâre excited.â
You nod. âI am. He promised me that weâd do a lot together, experience new things. Apparently heâs gonna write songs and Iâm gonna be a nerd.â
Jisung snorts and reaches across to link his hand with yours.
âHeâs really lucky.â he says, leaning over to plant a kiss on your lips.
You smile into it. âSo am I.â you whisper into his mouth, your heart stuffed to the brim with flower petals.Â
And when Jisung smiles back, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek and give you another kiss with the force of a thousand suns, you feel the key youâd been searching for finally click into place.Â
Salt of the earth. Soil and stardust. A boy who glows so bright that his girl sprouts blossoms from her fingertips.Â
Forever isnât promised. But then again, with Jisung by your side, there are things you know for certain:
Itâs February. The tulips are in bloom. In Jejuâ it rains.
And no matter what, despite all odds, you and Jisung will always find your way back to each other in the place where marigolds grow.
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