#i just think that it's very fitting to bring this back for today's date 🥰

[joeyb1989]

thinking of you - joe burrow

summary: you’ll always comfort joe, even if you physically can’t anymore

word count: 2.1k

pairing: joe burrow x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of death, grieving, sad joe

a/n: this was requested a while ago! didn’t think this fic would be out for a WHILE, but here we are. i’ve been feeling very angsty lately and the game today solidified that, so i decided to go with it🥰 i hope you all enjoy💗

——

Joe was always a man of routine.

Every day, Joe would immediately cuddle up to your pillow after waking up. He would always pretend it was you, even though he would never feel your warmth or soft skin again.

Every day, Joe would walk into what was your shared closet and find one of your clothing items that still had your scent on it. Your scent was always warm and comforting. The floral scent was like a big warm hug that always comforted him every day. He needed to smell it now so he knew he didn’t just imagine your existence.

Every day, he would get dressed before heading down the stairs and fixing himself a cup of coffee. He never drank coffee while you were here, even though he made it for you every morning. He always opted for juice, but ever since he lost you, your dark roast with a splash of vanilla creamer made him feel like you were still around.

Every day on his way to the stadium, he would always play your playlist. He always, playfully, rolled his eyes when Taylor Swift or one of your other pop girlies played on the aux, but now there was nothing he wanted more than to have you in his passenger seat, his hand on your thigh as he softly caressed your skin, your hair blowing in the wind, as you sang your favorite songs off-key. Sometimes he can still hear your giggles during Shake It Off. You knew how much Joe got annoyed by that song, so you always made sure to turn the volume up and sing it extra loudly, even with a hand-microphone to run the joke further.

Every time Joe would arrive at the facility, he would turn his car off before patting his leg three times, like you did. Three’s were a big part of your relationship with Joe. Joe had asked you out three times before you agreed to go out with him. On your third date with him, Joe asked you to be his girlfriend. On November 3rd a few years ago, you both said those three words you’ve wanted to say to each other for so long. Whenever either of you would be nervous, one would always squeeze the other’s hand three times to give reassurance and symbolize ‘I love you.’

Every time Joe boarded the plane to an away game, he would still text you, even though he knew he would never get a response. He was wealthy enough to keep an extra phone line on his plan so he could pretend he was talking to you every so often. His favorite part of his flight was sending you ‘Just boarded the plane. I love you, so much, Y/n’ and ‘Just landed, baby. I miss you,’ texts.

Every game day, he would write down what you would say to him when he was nervous before a big game. “I love you so much,” “Forever proud of you,” “You’re #1 in my heart and on the field,” flooded the notebook page he was writing on. He did this so he knew he would never forget them.

Every game day fit, he always made sure that the ring you gifted him for his birthday a couple years ago. It was a silver band with a ‘9’ on the outside with both of your initials engraved on the inside. When you gave it to him, you said that it was so “a part of you would always be with him,” which he valued even more true now that you’re gone.

Every time he would get dressed in his uniform, he would look at the picture of you two at your engagement party last offseason. He always carried it in his wallet. Your back was to his chest with his arms around you as he smothered your cheeks with kisses. Your big smile still made his heart swoon. It was his favorite thing about you, and he always made it his mission to bring it out. You were so happy and filled with love in the picture. Little did either of you know that you would lose each other just two weeks later.

Joe always looked up at the sky every time he ran out onto the field. It didn’t matter if he was at Paycor or if, like today, he was at an away game. He knew you were watching over him, just like you used to watch over him through his suite.

After every game, he would hug you first. You always wanted him to hug his parents first out of respect, but he went straight for you. Now, he hugged his parents first, which broke his heart more each time knowing he’ll never hug you again.

After the devastating loss to the Chiefs today, the only person in the world he wanted was you, but you would never be able to comfort him again.

——

Once he arrived home, he put his bag down on the coffee table before making the dreaded walk up to the master bedroom, so he could rinse the day off of him. He stepped into the warm shower, letting out a sigh as the warm water consoled him. Your shampoo and other shower products were still in the shower, he couldn't bring himself to throw them out.

As he was shampooing his slightly grown-out frosted tips, he couldn't stop thinking about how you would always do it after every game. He would always say that he was “too tired,” and you loved babying him, so you always washed it for him.

Joe slipped on a pair of boxers before crawling into bed and struggling to sleep for an hour. He tossed and turned, cuddled up with your pillow, even took a melatonin but nothing helped.

Eventually he got out of bed and went into his closet, pulling out the photo album you started making in college. Printing out all of the pictures of the two of you and putting them into a photo album was one of your favorite hobbies. Every once in a while, you and Joe would look at them together to see how much the two of you had grown. You two couldn’t wait to show them to your grandchildren one day.

Joe had not been able to look in the photo album since you passed. It hurt him too much to just think about the memories, so he definitely didn't want to see them.

As he flipped through the pages, he felt tears trickling down his face at all the memories of the relationship that was stripped away from him. He smiled through his tears at a picture of you two wrapped up together in his dorm. It was during a hurricane, many people wanted him to go to a party, but he opted to stay in and watch Halloween movies with you.

He then flipped to a picture of the National Championship, seeing how big you both were smiling. There were tears running down your face, just like there were tears running down Joe’s face now. The only difference is that your tears were from how proud you were, while his were from the overwhelming feeling of grief.

He continued looking through the pictures showing the NFL draft, buying your first house in Cincinnati together, the walks the two of you would go on during his knee rehab, the AFC Championship win, the Super Bowl, off-season activities, each and every game after that, your engagement, engagement party, and a picture of you two cuddling in bed (one he had never seen before.)

“Must have been after she was sick,” Joe thought to himself, wiping his tears and not even noticing the note from you. When he did, his heart stopped. He always wondered if you left him a note, he looked everywhere for one with no luck; but here it was.

He opened it up, his eyes threatening to spill with tears from just seeing your handwriting.

“Dear Joe,” the letter started, “The surgery is tomorrow and I’m so nervous I could literally throw up, but I can’t tell you that because I know you feel the same way. I know there’s a big chance that I won't wake up after the surgery and it kills me knowing that I might be leaving you, but if that does happen, you have to be strong for me, baby.”

“The greatest gift you’ve ever given me was loving me unconditionally. I know I have a lot of baggage, but you’ve never once made me feel unloveable. You found a girl at LSU of broken pieces and took your time putting me back together. There will never be enough words to thank you for that.”

“If you are reading this, that means I have passed. I really hope you find this letter. I tried to put it in an obvious place, but you never know about you, haha.”

“But seriously, please live your life, Joe. I know you’re gonna go on to beat so many NFL records, win a Super Bowl, win so many awards that you might have to turn one of the guest rooms into a trophy room; but don’t forget about your personal life. I want you to move on, Joe. Even though we might have wanted to be forever, it wasn't in the stars. Go find someone, treat her to the best of your ability, share all of your love with her, buy a house with her, marry her, start a family, grow old with her. I’ll always be in your heart. I’ll watch over you and her because she is the woman my man loves so much.”

“I don’t know if you’ll be reading this on a random Tuesday, after a hard loss, on a special day for us, or in 50 years, but these words will always remain true: I’m always with you, Joe. Forever. I promise nothing bad will happen to you as long as I’m looking after you. If you are reading this after a hard loss, I know you’re beating yourself up. Don’t. I know you and I know you played your heart out there. I don’t care if it’s week one, week two, or after the Super Bowl, I’m proud of you and you should be proud of yourself.”

“I hope you never have to read this letter but if you are, just know that I love you, Joe. I know we say that so much that it might just seem like something we say out of instinct, but I know we both mean it every time we say it. I’ve never once doubted if you loved me, because you can feel it in the room. You can hear it in the silence. Like right now, I’m writing this as you're asleep next to me, cuddled into my side. I feel the love there. I can hear the love in those soft snores coming out of you. When you fix my coffee in the mornings, when you stare deeply into my eyes when I talk, when you also make sure I’m safe. That’s all the love.

“Don’t think of this letter as goodbye, think of it as ‘see you later.’ As cliche as that might sound, it’s true. I will see you later, Joe. Please go out, live a good life, and I’ll see you soon.”

“With all my love, 

Your Y/n.”

The letter was slightly wet with Joe’s tears as his sobs filled the room. He softly caressed the picture of you two cuddling in bed, which was the last picture he had of you. “I love- I love you too,” he choked out.

——

After his crying calmed down, he put the note back into the album and returned it back into the closet. Once he returned, he grabbed his phone, and scheduled an appointment at the counseling center downtown.

“I’ll get better, for you, Y/n,” Joe softly smiled as he looked at the picture of you two on his nightstand.

Your letter gave him all the comfort and support he needed to try and heal. Even though he was going to better himself to try to go out and live his life, there would always be a Y/n shaped hole in his heart.

He will always miss you comforting him when he needed it, but he still felt safe knowing you were up there watching over him. He will always be thinking of you.

——

request: i kinda tweaked it a bit, im sorry 🥰

[luselih]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Rock Lock and a chubby female reader with public nudity and hypnosis please? In the story, the two are going on a date to the beach. But the reader hypnotizes Rock into losing his swim trunks and so he'll feel more comfortable being naked on the entire date, much to her delight. What do you think?

look at ME || rock lock

summary/ask: a date on a beach went a bit more existing than you expected, not that you mind of course 😉

content warnings I smut (minor back off 🤺), consent is not mentioned but it is given by Rock before this happened so this is consensual!, chubby!fem! reader, neutral skin tone reader as always, public sex, unprotected sex, handjob, cow girl position, creampie and tummy bulge because i am horny 🥰, rock is smitten w you even without hypnosis, tit play, a made this more romantic than usual, reader have a hypothesizing quirk (more like Succubus quirk tho-) +more…

a/n- i think that i like this request very much, i am sorry for writing this MUCH later than i thought i would, ya girl is trying to be in top 5 in her class 🥹 (update, i am 6th best 🥰)

Hot summer days were Rock Lock’s favorite things ever, aside from you of course but did he loved when crimes were low like this in the summer, so there was a lot of fun dates on beach sides and having special time with you. Today was as same as every other lazy day at his hotel he owned - waking up late as you two lazily rolled over the bed for the next two hours for extra cuddles and comfort. While his hands of course slide over your body, memorizing your body like he fears he would go blind any moment soon and regret not looking and feeling your body every single day.

Soon enough you two finally get up from the bed, doing your morning routine in the bathroom and going down to eat a breakfast at hotels lounge area and finally dragging your asses to a nearby beach to catch some sunlight and enjoy cold water of the sea for the rest of the day.

Running in the ocean as the air was filled up with sound of water splashing and soft laughter and giggles from you two as you play fighted each other, hands obviously touching each other’s bodies both just to provoke and tease other other for a better time at the pretty empty beach for a surprise since it was packed last few days.

When you got tired you left him in the water to get some rest on a beach towel you two bring to here, your soft body finally getting some rest as you sipped on your can of drink of choice. Front teeth biting on the straw, your eyes sliding over your boyfriends magnificent face and body. His dark and thick curly hair drenched with the water and his tan body shining underneath the harsh sunlight, his big arms, wide shoulders and perfect abdomen were like eye candy for you to look as your eyes darted down onto his muscular thighs, biting your lips as the thought of what it is in his bathing shorts, already feeling your insides dingle with excitement. With a swift smile you blinked your eyes couple of times, your normal round pupils turning into a heart shaped ones, your e/c getting hints of strong pink in them as you stared up and down on your boyfriend like a thirsty beast in the wild, waiting for your boyfriend to turn and make eye contact with you.

“Look at me”

And as planned he turned around to see you looking at him like that, his breath slowly started to get rigid and his lips dry. Only things he heard were “hmm~ look at my good looking boyfriend here~~” “you look absolutely beautiful in that bathing shorts love…but i think you would look even better without those on~” “cmon~~it’s only us here” Your hypnotizing voice filling up his pretty head, his dick undeniably getting harder and harder in tight fit of his shorts anyway, his hand sliding over his abs as his fingers got a hold of hem of shorts and pulled it down. Down his legs to his ankles and throw it away (don’t worry, it landed somewhere on the sand so he will have them at end lol-) and be in all of his glory at shallow sea. His dick quickly arose from you, slowly becoming hard solid as he licked his lips, his hand giving his member a small stimulation of couple of pumps. His body yearning your touch quickly and he needs it immediately.

Slowly, you arose from your place at the towel, his eyes catching the way your ass jingles as you walk and your tiddies jump when you take a step by step towards him. Entering the water slowly as you hold a eye contact with him, you finally stood in front of him. Your face playing innocence but your eyes looked like you were about to jump on him, he then heard.

“Need some help with that, honey?”

“Please, please i fucking need some help please-“

He begged almost pathetically, sweat running down his face and neck as his body almost combusted from your presence alone. His breath hitched mid breath when your hand reached his member, thumb caressing his angry tip and slowly pushing your hand up and down as you pressed your breast against his body. His mouth didn’t even waste a single second before his plump lips chased yours, hands gripping your love handles and your cheeks down there, folding and holding them underwater his rough skin, pulling you even deeper and closer to him. He craved your body, craved the perfect feeling of your body on his, the way you swayed, the way your breast jumped and your thighs shook from pleasure. He wanted it now, he couldn’t wait any longer.

His lips ravishing yours within a minute, he really tried to pull you two away the water he swears he did but your drunken eyes just made him delirious. Picking you up by your things and carrying you to shallow water, where sand and water meet and lay you down and looked you like a real man, man with love and desire for you and only you, his only one.

While another make out session was happening between your mouths, his hand slipped into your bikini top sliding over erected nipple, tugging them with just enough force that will make you whine so sweetly in his ear. His other hand slide down to your intimate part, sliding them over to side and getting good look at such a pretty sight between your legs. His movements however were stopped by you, suddenly getting a hold of his shoulders and pushing him down, flipping you two to reverse your positions. His back now pressed against cold sand as ocean slapped over your legs and back and practically making you look like a goddess between the humans. His hand flew over your hips again as you again teasingly got his dick in your hand and brushed against your puffy pussy lips and tiny bud before he got so fed up by your teasing that his hand gripped your ass cheeks hard and pulled them apart almost painfully, making you yelp and lean against his chest with your, lips brushing so closely as he pushed mushroom shaped head between your tight hole, hissing at the slick feel of gummy inside of you.

A loud whine left your lips, hips trying to get away from that overwhelming stretch as your walls practically choked the living shit of his penis. Your tiny whimpers and moans that left your mouth right in front of his lips almost make him want to— No that’s bad, he breathed shakily as he lowered you down to hilt. Losing his mind when your walls tensed up almost every couple of seconds. His lips kissing your jaw and whispering sweet nothings as he took the charge of your hip movement, making you bounce like a doll that he can only play with, his only.

You tried to fight for your dominance back, getting balance by gripping his shoulders and started riding him like there is no tomorrow. His right hand pinching your nipple, tugging on them as you mewled at stimulation and other pressed on your tummy bulge as his thumb pressed against your love button and started rubbing it, peace of his finger getting faster and faster when he felt you were close.

I mean how couldn’t you approach finishing so soon, heavy eye contact and beautiful things being said between you two as he put your pleasure on the first place (toying with your nipples and clit as his head kissed the sensitive cervix) cold water and hot sun kissed your bodies. It was perfect. Even when he finished, burying his face in your neck as his cum coated your inside white.

After couple of silent moments, he kissed your lips as your quirk finished working after just 5 minutes, a groan left both of you when you finally pulled away and stood up somehow. His cum slowly sliding down your thighs and into the sand as your legs quivered from the sensitivity. You cursed when you just realized how messed up you looked, trying to pull everything together in place.

But a hand pressed against your lower stomach stopped you mid track as a familiar body pressed against your back and husky, almost dangerously low voice ringed your ears.

(after another round(s), he got his trunks back at the end so don’t worry (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧)

“I think i deserve something from you for losing my shorts, my little devil”

[itzy0megaverse]

hi snowy! i've been enjoying all your posts, you're doing great 😊 i just read the one about the girls' scents, and i find it adorable how ryu's is chocolate. could you write about how itzy reacts to (preferably o!) ryujin's scent? i can imagine yuna playfully biting ryujin because she smells like those choco boy snacks yuna likes, and the living room smelling like a date night only to find ryeji cuddling on the couch 😂 (feel free to switch up all the girls' assignments as you see fit)

An : AHHHH I actually love this 😢🥰 and this is actually my first request for non-alpha itzy!! I plan to post something for omega itzy before this but that wasn't requested so....

Also this is the first time an ask has used my name and told me I'm doing great... 😳😳🥺🥺🥺🥺

(anon is referring to this post)

A|B|O!Itzy reacting to O!Ryujin's scent

Requested : ✔️

Reader : none

Tw : light biting, A LOT OF FLOOF

*I've excluded Ryujin out of this because I don't think she'd really have a reaction to her own scent*

Yeji [alpha]

Ryujin jolted as Yeji yanked her arm to walk behind her. Jokingly but lightly shoving Yeji forward, Ryujin asked "What was that for?" Yeji said nothing but spun round to give Ryujin *a look* before walking on like nothing happened. But Ryujin knew exactly what had happened.

Ryujin's scent is very attractive for a lot of alpha's and it brings her a lot of attention. Most of it good, some of it not so good. Yeji, being the only alpha of the group, always felt the need to protect her omega members and Ryujin required the most protection from distasteful alpha's making rude comments the first time they see her.

Lia [omega]

Ryujin's been out all day practicing at the company building for a solo performance she'll do. She's just about ready to flop face first into bed she's so tired but as she opens the door... "AHHH!! I didn't think you'd be back yet!!" Ryujin just froze, staring at Lia lying in her bed... In her solo room... When she wasn't even here...

After a few awkward moments and a request from Lia to let her explain, Ryujin just silently put her bags down and closed the door before sitting on the edge of the bed. "I just wasn't feeling great today... You're scents so calming I came in here to relax more..." Lia quietly mumbles almost to herself. "You think it's relaxing?" A shy head nod (yes) from Lia. "Well do you wanna sleep in here tonight?" Lia's whole body shot up as her eyes brightened up. "Really!?" Was all she could manage before Ryujin got up to go take a shower and get in bed with her guest for tonight.

Chaeryeong [beta]

Snuggled up with Chaeryeong watching a movie they both wanted to watch was always a great way to spend a rest day. Under the covers of Ryujin's bed, sat watching the TV and picking at the giant bowl of popcorn in between them until the end credits roll. "You up for a marathon?" Chaeryeong asks meanwhile Ryujin's already jumping up to go grab the TV remote and choose a new movie.

After picking one out together, Ryujin's setting it all up to play when Chaeryeong randomly blurts out. "You know I love being with your scent." Ryujin paused everything as she turned her head to Chaeryeong like she just said something that could get her arrested. "I don't know... Just fruit and melted chocolate go well together." Chaeryeong then leant over, pressed play on the movie for them and carried on like she hadn't just casually blurted out something that random.

Yuna [omega]

"Ah! YuUunAaa..." Ryujin can't stay mad at the younger omega for long with that cute face of hers. Even though she does random bite into her shoulder all the time. "You're so cute when you pout like that, Ryujin!!" "Sto0op!!" Yuna can't help the giggles flying out of her at the adorable baby strop.

"I can't help it!! You smell edible!!" Yuna whines and Ryujin joins in. "And I can't help my scent!! It doesn't mean I am edib-AH!" Yuna smiles brightly again after getting in one more bite and wrapping her arms round Ryujin's waist for forgiveness. Hopefully, also pinning her down so she can't attack.

[tinalbion]

Whooooo open asks! So uh, in honor of a recent discovery about which my RL fiancé was surprisingly cool: can I get Freddy, Leslie, Norman and Ash reacting to their s/o coming out as bisexual? Consider this a late Coming Out Day ask if you want :)

Ooh, welcome to the Bi Pals Club, Page! I’m very happy that your fiance was super cool about it, we love when they’re understanding and accepting, my s/o was also accepting of it and it didn’t bother him in the slightest, so we both ended up being lucky on that! Sorry that this is late, but happy coming out day to you, love! I know the boys would be more than accepting! 🥰 For the boys though, I’ll be using Evil Dead Ash and ‘Bates Motel’ Norman Bates~ Hope that’s okay! If not, let me know!

Freddy Krueger, Leslie Vernon, Norman Bates, and Ash Williams x Bisexual Reader

Rating: Cute soft fluff, a little bit of an asshole ex.

Length: 2.1k

Freddy

The day you came out as bisexual was one to remember, mostly for you, but Freddy would probably pass it off as a distant memory sooner rather than later. It was a rather large deal for you when it happened as you two were together as you normally ended up being as you slept, and it kind of accidentally slipped up as you were recalling the days of your past to him.

Freddy would sometimes ask, though it wasn't often that he'd want to reminisce of the past, whether it was his own or someone else's, but once in a great while he'd ask about certain things.

Today's question was something along the lines of how your time was in school since you seemed to have knowledge of random things you went to school for, and he was curious if you had ever gone to college. He could have if the circumstances were built in his favor, but when he was mulling things over in his head as you were rambling, he overheard something interesting.

"Wait, wait, back up. Did you just say you had a girlfriend in college?" Freddy asked with a smooth tone.

You paused and looked at him, a look of confusion crossed your face until your eyes lit up and you laughed. "Oh shit, I never told you? Yeah, I dated this girl freshman year, we were steady for about two years until we broke up."

Freddy sat there and stared at you, almost stunned at the confession. "So you're telling me you've dated a woman and you decided to just never bring this up in conversation? C'mon, you're holding out on all the juicy and explicit details, aren't cha, babe?"

You blushed and tried to cover your face at the mere thought of recalling your sexual adventure with your ex-girlfriend, it wasn't the thing you figured you'd want to bring up in casual conversation.

"Well I didn't think it would have been the best conversation to have, Fred," you explained, your face still beet red.

Freddy shrugged, trying his best to look as innocent as possible. "I don't see why not, I bet you can recall just how sexy the experience had been, huh?" He nudged your shoulder and gave you a weird smile.

"At least I know you don't mind me being bi," you said honestly, smiling at him as you place a kiss on the tip of his nose.

Freddy couldn't help but laugh. "I'm a little offended you didn't offer up this little slice of information sooner, babe, really upsetting. You know communication is important."

He was teasing you as he always would and you punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up, you ass."

You both couldn't help but break out into a fit of laughter.

Leslie

Talking to Leslie was the easiest thing in the world to do, it always came naturally and he never made you feel less of a person when you shared a view that differed from his. He had always respected everything you said, hence why you both got along so well and grew as close as you did. You shared in his love of media and that’s how you two met: he ended up in the small cafe in town and overheard you on the phone having an argument about seeing a movie, your date canceled and that was the last straw of all the bullshit they put you through. The fifth canceled date in a row, you barely spent any time together anymore and you couldn’t handle it. They refused to hear you out and then you called it quits as you stomped outside to take the call where the large group wouldn’t hear all of the dirty details.

He did though, he followed behind you, pretending to leave with his tea in hand, pretending to glance at his phone as you groaned as you hung up on your s/o, and then you broke down behind the building where the trees would cover you from the public.

“Hope you’re okay, kid,” he said, passing you along the way as he walked, sipping at his tea. “Besides, your beau has shit movie taste. I wouldn’t stand you up, seeing THAT on the big screen? Classic.”

Then he walked off, leaving you blinking in confusion through your tears as you held your phone. At first, you thought it was weird, then you saw him again and again, so you guys started talking more until you both found yourselves in the movie theater, your attention stolen by the film playing. Leslie couldn’t help but watch you from the corner of his eye every once in a while and then grabbed your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You turned to look at him and smiled awkwardly.

After the movie, you both left and walked along through the neighborhood, just the two of you getting to know one another as you took in the familiar sights of the town, the smell of rain coming. Listening to his adventures and the stories he offered was incredible, he seemed like such a knowledgeable and well-rounded guy.

Of course, your phone rang and cut him off, so you looked and groaned in disgust when you saw it was your ex once again, leaving what would be the fifth voicemail that day.

“Fucking ridiculous,” you mumbled.

Leslie sighed and walked closer, looking over at the frustration in your face. “What, he bothering you again?”

You sighed and chuckled. “Yeah, SHE is,” you emphasized. You looked up and eyed Leslie, wondering how he’d react to that news. “I’m bi, I hope that doesn’t ruin the image of me for you.”

He scoffed and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him. “If you think THAT’S gonna be the deal-breaker, you’re dead wrong, babe. You can be whatever you want, that ain’t a bad thing. Besides, you gotta tell me if I kiss you better than she does.” He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, causing you to gasp but absolutely melt into it.

Internally, you were thankful he saw that you were worth sticking around for.

Norman

Staying so long in the motel wasn’t exactly ideal, so after months of seeing Norman, he finally welcomed you into his home. He needed much time to figure things out and wanted it to be perfect for when you came in for the first time. He was a rather secluded man, but not everyone moved so quickly in life, that’s what you loved about him.

After you grabbed your luggage and walked into his home for the first time, you were stunned with how large it was on the inside and just how homey it looked. Your eyes were scanning each room as he took you on the house tour, grabbing your suitcases for you as you got to wander around.

“It reminds me of my old girlfriend’s house, it gives me some really nice vibes in here.”

Norman looked up at you and tilted his head. “What?”

You looked over at him with your kind smile. “My ex, her family lived comfortably in a house similar to this one. I got to visit every weekend since they had a pool.” It didn’t process with you that Norman hadn’t known about your past lovers, and he seemed a tad bit uncomfortable. You took notice when his expression dropped and he suddenly got quiet.

With a smile, you walked over to him and rested your head on his shoulder, placing a small and tender kiss on his cheek. “But your house looks better.”

“Oh-oh yeah? How so?” He was unsure where to take the conversation, he wasn’t sure how to add up, his mind wheeling with so many ‘what if’ situations until you placed that kiss on his cheek.

“Because you’re in this one, of course.”

Norman looked at you and saw your smile, peering into your large and innocent eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a bit possessive over you. “You know, my mother would probably dislike your past…”

You tilted your head. “And what do you think of it?”

He assessed this question carefully, allowing himself to think for himself, not letting Mother dictate how felt for once. “I feel that it was in the past and that you’re happy with me now.”

The smile on your face widened. “Exactly. I am bi, yes, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less, Norman, you got it?”

His voice seemed so small, so delicate right now. “You promise?”

Your laugh echoed through the house. “I promise with all of my heart.”

He placed your things beside your bed in your new room and walked up to you with more confidence than he had before, placing both hands on either side of your face, then pulled you into a soft and chaste kiss. You hummed against his mouth and smiled.

Ash

Of course, you were destined to run into the most eligible bachelor of the town sooner rather than later, and you hit it off quite well. More than Ash himself had expected, too. He was really digging you, the whole relationship thing was almost like a curse for him, but he made damn sure that the mere thought of the cabin was far out of his mind. He would NEVER bring anyone there again and he hoped it would magically catch on fire and burn to the ground.

You were blissfully ignorant to the things that happened there as you looked at Ash across the booth and smiled as you quickly covered your face with the food menu. He peeked his head over it and pulled it down to look you directly in the face.

“What, babe, you hidin’ that gorgeous smile from me?”

You giggled and brought your gaze back to the menu. “I’m only looking for what sounds good right now. What are you getting? I can’t decide.”

Ash grinned and looked at you, raising a single brow. “You already know what you want, don’t cha, babe?” He was much more confident when you were around, you made him feel like the king he had built himself to be.

You blushed and once again hid your face. “Sh-shut up, Ash, you jerk.”

He laughed and lifted his foot to touch your leg, getting your attention again, and as you looked up, about to playfully scold him, your face froze and your expression looked shocked. Ash was laughing until he saw the look on your face, then followed your gaze to a woman around your age standing at the end of your table.

“Hey y/n,” she greeted sheepishly.

“Uh, hi…”

Ash looked back at you and then at the woman. The stranger caught his glance and smiled awkwardly. “Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt you guys, I just saw y/n and well, it’s been a while.”

You shot your hand over the table and grabbed Ash’s hand, glaring daggers into the woman. “I’m on a date here, I think you should leave.”

Ash’s grip on your hand tightened and it brought you back to the headspace you were drifting to. “Don’t worry babe, want me to escort her out of here?”

Your ex held up her hands and backed off. “I see how it is, y/n, it’s whatever. I’ll leave you to your date, then.”

The woman walked away and you were in the booth trying to calm your breathing, which left Ash sitting there feeling more confused than anything. “So uh, who was that?”

You looked at him and almost looked embarrassed. “That was my ex. She and I didn’t part ways very calmly and I cut her out of my life as much as I could, but of course, she still finds ways to get under my skin.”

“Your ex, huh?”

You sighed and pulled your hand away, placing it in your lap. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…”

Ash seemed lost. “Tell me what? Not like you planned on her showing up, unless you did, then we’d definitely have to have-”

“No, Ash, I meant I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you I was bi.”

He tilted his head and scoffed. “Why the hell would you apologize about that? That doesn’t affect the way I look at you, ya know.”

Your head perked up and you smiled. “It doesn’t?”

He smirked and stood up, sliding into the seat next to you, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “C’mon babe, I thought you knew me better than that. That’s just who you are, I wouldn’t want you to change that. Now gimme some sugar.”

He placed his hand on your chin and pulled you in close, kissing you tenderly in the booth as you wrapped your arms around him, smiling against his lips.

“You’re the king, you know that?”

He chuckled. “I know.”