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darlingdaisyfarm · 9 hours ago

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the river splits but still runs home (Stan & Ford)

twins. like light split in two, a star cracked open in the womb and made two hands of the same body, reaching for each other before they even knew what hands were

it starts like this

a house where the salt spray eats the paint off the walls. their mother, Caryn, is standing in the kitchen, wrists deep in soapy water, humming some song neither of them know the words to. the windows are open and the ocean breathes in, breathes out, just like she taught them

Ford is at the table with his glasses slipping down his nose, chewing on the end of a pencil, something half-sketched in the margins of his notebook. Stan is on the floor, legs kicked out behind him, tongue stuck between his teeth as he wrestles a knotted fishing line into submission.

“you're gonna snap it,” Ford says without looking up.

“no, i'm not.”

“you're holding it wrong.”

“you're holding your face wrong!”

Caryn sighs, scrubbing a plate with the practiced hands of someone who has done this a thousand times before and will do it a thousand times more. “boys.” she says

Stan gives the line a particularly aggressive tug and. . . snap.

Ford looks up. Stan looks down.

Caryn turns, raising her eyebrows.

“. . . Ford did it” Stan says immediately.

Ford's mouth drops open. “i did not!”

“you were distracting me!”

“you're the one who broke it!”

“okay, okay,” their mother interrupts before it turns into a wrestling match. she dries her hands on a dishtowel and comes over, kneeling down next to her son Stanley. “let me see.”

Stan holds up the ruined line, eyes downcast. Caryn takes it, carefully untangling what's left, making something whole out of something broken.

“not a big deal,” she says calmly. “i've got another one in the drawer.”

Stan sniffs, rubbing at his nose with his sleeve. “i wanted to do it myself.”

“i know, baby,” she murmurs. she kisses the top of his head softly. ”you'll get it next time.”

Ford watches, silent. Stan exhales, some of the tension leaving his shoulders, the need to prove something wilting under their mother’s hand on his back.

“help me with dinner?” she asks, gently ruffling his hair.

“yeah,” Stanley answers, already halfway to forgetting. he scrambles to his feet, following her like a little shadow.

Ford watches them go. he pushes his glasses up his nose. picks up his pencil. finishes the half-sketched drawing.

the ocean breathes in, breathes out

the first time Ford tastes saltwater, it’s because his brother dunked him under the waves. it’s a game kids play when they don’t yet know the world is full of real drownings. Ford comes up coughing, spitting out the ocean, laughing loudly. Stan’s grin is wide and reckless.

“gotcha, poindexter!” he crows, hands still in the water, ready to do it again.

Ford shoves him back, not that hard but it makes Stan stumble and splash into the shallows. their mother calls from the shore, “boys, don’t go too deep!” but she’s smiling, and the wind carries her words off over the tide.

their mother, so young. her dark hair twisted up in a scarf, her dress fluttering, hands on her hips. she worries, always, but right now she lets the worry go. the ocean is big, but her boys are still here.

Ford wipes salt from his eyes. “you’re gonna pay for that, Stanley!”

“you can’t even catch me, four-eyes!”

and then they’re off, kicking up seafoam, yelling so loud they could wake up every gull on the shore. Ford chasing, Stan laughing, the two of them running so fast they forget about gravity, about time, about the fact that childhood ends.

Caryn watches from the shore, hand shading her eyes. her boys. her impossible boys. her heart aches just looking at them.

years later, one name will be stolen, the other lost in a machine meant to swallow men whole.

but she does not know that yet.

for now, her boys are hers.

“boys! dinner!”

two twins, Stan and Ford are already running, tangled together, because that's what twins do. they spill into the kitchen in one motion, laughing, shoving, too loud, too much. Caryn shakes her head but she's smiling.

“plates,” she reminds, tapping the counter, and Stan groans but Ford grabs them both.

their mother watches them eat as she asks. “what are you going to be when you grow up?”

Ford swallows his bite too fast, too excited to answer that. “an adventurer!” he says, as if he's thought about this every night before sleeping. (he has.) “a scientist. a— a traveler, maybe. i'll see things nobody's ever seen before!”

“and you, Stanley?”

Stan taps his fork against his plate. shrugs. “i dunno,” he says. “but wherever he goes, i'll go too.”

Ford looks at him. like the sun looks at the moon, like gravity itself, like there is no world in which they are apart. “yeah, yeah, of course.” he smiles at his twin

their mother closes her eyes. she wants to believe it. she hopes. god, she hopes.

she has a feeling, deep in her gut, that one day, Ford is going to go somewhere Stanley can’t follow.

they are eight, they are ten, they are twelve.

“you think,” Stan mumbles one night. “when we're old, we'll still be like this?”

Ford snorts. ”old?”

“like, really old. like . . . like thirty.”

Ford laughs into his pillow. “yeah. of course. what kind of question is that?”

Stan doesn't know. it just. . . sometimes he gets scared, that's all.

years pass and they swallow them whole.

time is not kind to their dreams. it chews them up and spits them out on different shores.

Ford falls into another world, Stan falls into survival. they are no longer boys dreaming on a dock.

but here’s the thing about twins. you can split them apart, you can burn them down, you can throw them to opposite ends of the universe, and still they will find their way back.

years pass.

Stan's hands are steady on the wheel, the waves licking at the hull. the sky is full of bruises, pinks and purples spilling into each other, the last gasp of daylight.

Ford leans against the railing, wind pulling at his coat.

“remember when i broke that fishing line?” Stan asks suddenly.

Ford turns, squinting at him against the light. “what?”

“back when we were kids. mom fixed it for me.”

Ford blinks. then he huffs a laugh. “yeah. yeah, i remember that.”

Stan grins. “you were so smug about it.”

“because i was right.”

“no, you weren't.”

“yes, i was.”

mom's not here to stop them fighting. it's okay. they're not boys anymore

Stan rolls his eyes, but it’s affectionate. he looks out at the horizon, lets the boat sway beneath them.

Ford watches him.

the thing is, Stan was always like this. loud, quick-tempered, full of teeth. but he was also this. soft, sentimental, remembering things Ford never thought he would.

Ford clears his throat. “mom was good at fixing things,” he says.

“yeah.”

the sky darken and the stars blink awake. Ford glances down, at his own hands. at the scars, at the years worn into his skin.

“we turned out alright, huh?” he asks quietly.

Stan snorts. “speak for yourself.”

Ford rolls his eyes.

they drift. the boat creaks, the ocean sings.

Ford looks at stan. Stan looks back.

and then Stan reaches over. ruffles Ford’s hair. quickly and carelessly, just like their mother used to.

Ford freezes what makes Stan grin as he pulls away

Ford groans, swats at him. “you always do that—”

“mom did the same,” Stan says, laughing.

Ford rolls his eyes again, but he’s smiling. suddenly he gets too quiet, lost in his own thoughts and memories

“mom would love this,” Ford whispers. “us out here. she always liked the ocean.”

“yeah, she liked watching us in it.”

once, long ago, their mother sat on the shore and watched her boys in the waves.

now, the ocean stretches out before them, endless and unknowable.

“let’s head in,” Stanley says and pushes his brother lightly on the shoulder. ”before you get all misty-eyed on me.”

somewhere in the tide, in the wind, in the bones of the ship creaking beneath them, she is there. her boys are together again.

they sail on.

#gravity falls #Stan Pines #ford pines #stanley pines #Stanford pines #a tale of two stans #young stan pines #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #caryn pines

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fluffy-sama31-blog · 2 days ago

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Day 3: Song Lyrics

Hi everyone! It's day 3 of Shipuary! For the theme of Song Lyrics, I decided to draw Natsu and Lucy from Fairy Tail. The song lyrics I based this on were "Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars," from Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran. I hope you guys like it!

Shipuary prompt by @kaz-the-crow

#shipuary 2025 #shipuary #anime #mangastyle #anime art #fairy tail nalu #fairy tail lucy #natsu fairy tail #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #natsu x lucy #february art challenge

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sintied · 5 months ago

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↳ @familylightfox asked: The last few days had felt like a bit of a blur. But the hybrid had at least come inside to lounge himself on the couch, even though his larger frame partially hung off it. Darkened eyes followed his partner around the room for a time before reaching out and dragging him over for some nuzzles and licks. First to a cheek, then a shoulder, followed by his neck. Lips parted to draw the skin into his mouth where he lightly nibbled and sucked.

He knew the hickey wouldn’t last, but that wouldn’t stop him from leaving them.

{➹} – THERE WAS A GOOD amount of amusement on the hero's part seeing the hybrid sat like that, but as much as he wanted to poke some fun the hedgehog had a few other things to see to. Like a bit of clean up and making sure other things around the house were alright. Just because the last few days had been off from their norm didn't mean housework could stop for too long.

Having been idly humming as he did so, there was more of a squeak than anything as he was pulled in the opposite direction he had been heading and into the pile of fur. It was enough to make him chuckle, but the licks and nuzzled certainly helped turn it into a full blown laugh, then a sultry purr as lips found his neck. True, the mark wouldn't last long but sometimes Arrow swore that only made his partner more determined at times.

More reason to properly sit himself in the other's lap and gently cup their face with both hands before bringing their lips together.

#kiss me under the light of a thousand stars | volt and arrow #hybridafterdark #fanmail | asks

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sinwcrthy · 1 year ago

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+ | x |

{➹} – EXACTLY THE REACTION he had been hoping for. A tad sudden on the hero's part, maybe, but it wasn't as if the hybrid had complained. The book may not have fared the best but it was a manageable sacrifice.

He feigned thought for a moment, though hardly made a real move to get away as he looked down at his partner. There was no hiding the playfulness in his voice nonetheless. "That was actually my exact plan. Unless you want me t' stay, of course. Can't imagine you'll be acting out any sort of revenge if I do."

A lie if there ever was one.

| @hybridafterdark

#kiss me under the light of a thousand stars | volt and arrow #hybridafterdark

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never-surrender · 1 year ago

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@afterdeaths \\ cont

The wizard continued to save her over and over again, time after time she found herself in situations where she was in danger... perhaps she could blame it on Xander himself, but she certainly wasn't exactly innocent in the matter.

What mattered, was the fact she nearly died right then. that fireball would have surely sent her into a mist and sent her back to her coffin if Xander hadn't intervened. What mattered, was the fact that he had been there... he was always there, right at her side or close by when she needed him most, and that meant more to her than she could possibly express.

She had acted before she could have thought about it if she were being honest with herself. Aurelia wasn't one to initiate such a thing, and yet here she was, kissing him, her lips as tender as can be against his own...

Not that he seemed to mind none.

"O-oh... did-" her worries were cut off by another kiss, one that has her back bowing back, hands immediately finding perch on his shoulders, eyes wide until they slowly shut and she all but melts into the kiss proper.

This had been such a long time coming. Parting from him after a short time, Aurelia makes a soft breathy noise as she leans her forehead forward, resting it against his chin as she struggles to catch her breath and get a handle on the myriad of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her.

"I...I think I've wanted to do that for ... a while..." the admission comes in a whisper, a breathy sound of laughter rising as she finally pulls her head back to look at him proper.

#afterdeaths #kiss me under the light of a thousand stars \\ Xander

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silverjetsystm · 1 year ago

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🖤

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours. | Accepting!

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend. /

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

attractiveness:

personality:

how likely they would have sex with them:

level of friendship:

first impression of them:

How does one categorize "we both died and wear masks now"?

#lt-ghxst #asked and answered #wild dog days #mr k | glib guy in white #v: kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

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sintied · 4 months ago

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{➹} – ARROW COULD GET BEHIND that, and he wouldn't argue it as he smiled down at the hybrid. Things could have been worse, a lot worse, but they hadn't gotten that far and that was the important thing. The hero could only hope that it was an isolated incident, something triggered by his state and the full moon, but they would have to see.

If it did, he could only hope it went as well as that evening did. Even if they didn't necessarily do everything they had tonight.

Though it seemed if Volt had things their way that there would indeed be a repeat. Again, the hero had to snort. He had expected as much, and just like last time he had surprised himself with his actions during their session. Could he say he was any more a fan of it than before...?

He wasn't sure, but he knew that it provoke something that he did like in his partner. The look the other was giving him said it all, and the hero had to fight down an honest temptation right then and there. He would chalk it up to his current state, and nothing more at the moment.

"We'll see." The way his fangs flashed in a smirk may have been more telling than he intended, just like the flick of his tongue against the other's neck. One last tease. "I do like...makin' you sing."

The nuzzle proved the words and brought an audible purr from the hybrid's throat as he returned it as gently as possible. Much like his partner, Volt had no intentions of moving more than he already had.

At most, his other hand had started to move through fur and quills.

"We'll call it payback... for all the times I've scared you." That was how he was going to look at it. What happened earlier was nothing his partner could have controlled or stopped. Volt wasn't hurt and got through to the hero before they could injure him.

The few bites and scratches that had followed after were consensual and didn't count.

"But... If I asked ya t' bite me... One more time while you're like this before the month ends..."

The way violet eyes shined in the moonlight likely gave away some of the hybrid's reasoning for the question. Although his tone had remained playful, there was some seriousness to his question.

#m/a | werehog #kiss me under the light of a thousand stars | volt and arrow #hybridafterdark

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lovemomhatepolice · 3 months ago

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gladiator - charles leclerc

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pairing: charlec leclerc x fem! reader

warnings: established relationship, cursing, pet names, slight! public sex, p in v English is my second language!

type: smut!

word count: 1k

belonging: NO NUT NOVEMBER

summary: did you have to wear that dress in public?

more content: formula 1 masterlist, charles leclerc masterlist

a/n: I encourage you to give requests in the Christmas marathon! click here :) and my first thousand celebration

The London evening was bustling with energy as the premiere of Gladiator 2 rolled out its gold carpet. Stars and fans gathered in crowds, cameras flashed in the dazzling lights of the city. Charles Leclerc stood at the center of it all, looking effortless in an elegant black suit and clean white shirt that fit his figure perfectly. His hair was neatly styled, and his trademark charm was on full display as he posed for photos, but his attention was constantly drifting to one person: his girlfriend, [Y/N].

You were radiant in an almost transparent floor-length gown that clung to her curves in all the right places. The larger material was on her breasts and hips, while the rest remained a bright shiny mesh. Charles couldn't take his eyes - let alone his hands - off you.

"You're going to be the death of me tonight." - he whispered in her ear as they stopped for a moment away from the cameras. His hand rested lightly on her back, and his fingers traced the exposed skin on her back with a light touch that sent chills down her spine.

She smiled, looking up at him through her lashes. "Behave yourself, Charles. We're in a public place," he said.

"I can't," he muttered, his voice low and full of desire. "Not when you look like that.

The tension between the two of you was enormous, and it only grew as the evening progressed. When it was after the movie premiere and Charles had given all the interviews, he grabbed your hand tightly and winked: "I need you. Now”

"Here?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

He did not answer with words. Instead, he led you discreetly down a quiet corridor, away from the crowd. He found a vacant bathroom and pushed open the door, pulling you inside. He closed the door carefully behind you and his hands were immediately on your hips. And your lips joined in a heated kiss.

"You're unbelievable," you breathed between kisses, your hands entwined in his hair as he pressed your back against the cool tile wall.

"I can't help it," he murmured, and his voice was quiet as his hands roamed your curves, sliding down to grip your thigh and lift your leg around his waist. "All I could think about all night was you.”

You moaned quietly as he kissed your neck, his teeth brushing against your skin just enough to make it tremble. His hand moved down your leg, pushing aside its thin material.

Charles smiled under his breath when he felt your wet thong, and smiled even more when he matured that they were the ones he had given you himself.

"Mon dieu," he groaned as his fingers glided over the wet material. "You are death to me."

Charles growled softly, his lips capturing hers in another fiery kiss as his fingers slipped inside her, curling just right. Her moan filled the small space, and he couldn’t help but smirk against her lips.

“You’re so ready for me,” he murmured, his free hand sliding up to cup her jaw as he kissed her deeply.

[Y/N] couldn’t form a coherent response, her body arching into his touch as he worked her with expert precision. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and the sound of her pleasure was like music to his ears.

“Charles,” you gasped, your voice breaking as he added a second finger, his thumb brushing over your sensitive clit. “Please.”

“Not yet, baby,” he teased, looking straight into your eyes.

Charles' fingers worked inside you with precision, coiling inside you and hitting just the right spot, while his thumb circled your clitoris in perfect rhythm. The combination of his touch and the way he watched you - his green eyes darkened with desire - made your orgasm come faster than you could have expected.

Your hips bucked impatiently against his hand as waves of pleasure hit you. Charles didn't stop moving his fingers inside you, and his lips placed gentle kisses on your jaw and neck as you came down from your orgasm.

„That was amazing” you murmured, kissing his lips in steamy kiss.

„That’s not the end” he responded. „Turn around for me pretty thing”

Obediently you turned toward the wall, moving more towards the mirror. You saw exactly how Charles stepped back just enough to undo his belt and pants, his movements quick and desperate. The sight of his ready and hard dick at your sight again amplified the wave of heat between your legs.

His hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips as he pressed against you, his erection teasing your entrance.

"Charles," you moaned, glancing at him in the reflection of the mirror.

The man kissed your shoulder, slowly guiding his member to your entrance. He gently lifted your leg, holding it with one hand. You didn't take your eyes off him in the mirror, and as soon as he pushed into you slowly, filling you inch by inch, his gaze also caught yours in the mirror.

The stretch was perfect, and the way he fit inside you, maybe too much, but exactly what you needed. When he was fully seated, he paused for a moment, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath and be reasonably quiet. After all, you had risked a lot by making love in a public restroom at a movie premiere.

"Fuck, you feel amazing." - he muttered, and you could hear the admiration in his voice.

You pressed against him, and your body was already even aching for him to move. "Charles, please."

That was enough for him to do everything she wanted. His hips began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but quickly gaining intensity. The sound of skin touching skin filled the small bathroom, accompanied by your shared moans and heavy breaths.

One of his hands slid down to your front, and his fingers found your clitoris again and easily. You felt that you were moments away from the longed-for fulfillment that was to come a second time that evening.

"You're so perfect," he moaned, his voice strained as he pushed harder, deeper. "So fucking perfect.”

You looked in the mirror, perfectly seeing Charles enter and exit you. It was the best view and feeling you had ever experienced in your life. You were so perfectly matched that it was downright exaggerated.

"Come to me," he mumbled, brushing his lips against your ear. "Let me feel you."

His words accelerated your orgasm. You slid lightly across the mirror, one hand clinging to Charles. Your walls clamped down on him, accelerating his orgasm. Charles joined you, moaning your name as you felt his cum inside you fill you.

For a long moment you stood like that, trying to calm down. Charles continued inside you, but slowly came out and let you clean yourself up, and carefully fastened his pants himself, bringing them back into order. He also helped do this to you with your dress, placing gentle kisses on your body.

“You’re going to kill me one day,” he teased, his voice warm and affectionate.

You laughed breathlessly, turning to face him with a teasing smile. “You started it, Charlie”

“Well, you should have not worn that dress,” he murmured, placing his hands on your hips and pressing a kiss to your lips.

And even though you could hear knocking on the door all around you, and all that media hype a little further away, for you the world did not exist.

A/N: i swear!! charles and carlos looked so good at that premiere

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

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eremikayearner · 2 months ago

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first kiss ‹𝟹 itoshi rin

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which itoshi rin is your first kiss. and you are his.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ for all his good looks, itoshi rin has never had his first kiss.

hell, he’s never held hands with someone before.

well, that is until you.

you were dumbfounded when you’d first learned of this little fun fact about blue lock’s star, itoshi rin.

he was beautiful. itoshi rin with his striking and intense teal gaze. itoshi rin with his gorgeous long lashes. itoshi rin with his silky dark hair that swept over his face. itoshi rin with his angel-carven features. itoshi rin with his perfect soft lips. itoshi rin with the delicate dip of his collarbones. itoshi rin with his strong broad shoulders. itoshi rin with his perfectly sculpted body. itoshi rin with his perfect waist. itoshi rin with his heavenly voice.

yet, with all his magnetism, he had never used his god-given assets for romantic advances.

of all the girls he could possibly have, there was no other girl he could ever want but you.

so now, here you stood, underneath the wisteria tree in your garden, with none other than itoshi rin right in front of you.

oh, how could this be?

his angelic eyes met yours, his gaze so impossibly soft.

and you think now, this is the most beautiful itoshi rin has ever looked. his bangs are brushed perfectly out of his eyes, revealing the gorgeous boy you had come to fall hopelessly in love with. his lips are as soft and kissable as ever. here he stands, itoshi rin, with the most vulnerable and soft gaze, reserved for the light in his life, in other words, you.

you hold your breath, too aware of the ever closing space between the two of you.

you gasp softly as you feel calloused fingers gently seek out yours, intertwining your fingers, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your delicate hand.

oh, god. doesn’t he know you’ve never had your first kiss either? doesn’t he know you’ve never even touched a boy before him? doesn’t he know that there are hundreds, no, thousands, of other girls who would die to touch him?

rin’s lips lifted in the most heart-capturing smile, reading you like a book. for god’s sake, you could have been a book from the way your thoughts, expressions and gestures were so familiar for him to read. but that was what you loved about this impossible boy. he had come to know you better than he had ever known anybody else.

the wind kissed his hair, brushing it fully out of his eyes and brushed your hair gently in the breeze.

his voice was soft. “there is no other girl for me but you, y/n.”

and oh, god, you could have melted.

itoshi rin with his soft voice. itoshi rin with his sweet, gentle touches. itoshi rin with his assuring, lovely words. itoshi rin with his brilliant mind. itoshi rin with his everloving romantic heart. itoshi rin with his perfect, beautiful soul that is forever entangled with yours.

his eyes were pools of longing, an intense yearning he could only ever feel for you.

his fingers tightened on yours, and oh, he looked at you like you had come from heaven. “it’ll only ever be you.”

your lips parted as your heart fluttered and your chest warmed, the invisible string of light between you drawing you closer and closer to each other.

your heart leapt in your chest as you felt his large, rough, hand slide to cup your face. your breath hitched as he moved closer, tilting your head up to meet his lips.

“i don’t deserve you, rin.” you breathed, your eyes locked on his.

“i don’t deserve you.” rin murmured, his eyes drifting to your mouth. just before his lips met yours, he whispered, “you’re perfect.”

the moment both your eyes fluttered shut, your lips connected, the world bloomed into a thousand beams of light. your whole body seemed to be filled with a warm glow as you succumbed to the only thought you were even capable of having :

itoshi rin. itoshi rin. itoshi rin.

your graceful hand lifted and gently rested on his chest as his hand snaked further into your hair, guiding your mouth to open under his and deepening the kiss. and oh, it was perfect. soft, yielding, gentle and giving. one allowing the other to taste and touch their soul.

when he pulled away from your mouth, his pupils were blown wide, leaving merely a stunning green ring around them. the look in his eyes sealed the deal. yes, this boy right here, itoshi rin, you would marry him.

“you’re the only one who will ever have me, y/n.” he said, his thumb circling around your hand gently as his hands seemed to sink further into your hair. His eyes were pools of worship and devotion as his cheeks flushed pink. “i’m yours.”

he was trying to destroy you. how could this sweet angel of a boy be yours?

your fingers fisted in the material of his clothes, pulling him close to you once more as light glowed within you, a soft knowing smile lifting your pretty lips.

“you’re mine.” you said, as he dipped his head to meet your lips once more, wisteria petals blowing in the breeze. just before your lips could connect once more, you whispered, “and i’m yours.”

your first kiss was rin. your rin.

and you were his.

#ᡣ𐭩₊˚.⋆⁺₊ eremikayearner #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x y/n #rin itoshi fluff #itoshi rin fluff #bllk rin x reader #rin x reader #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock

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sintied · 7 months ago

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{➹} – THE HERO SNORTED at the hybrid's answer, not that he argued it. It wasn't as if the shower was going anywhere after all, and now that the door had been cracked open, Arrow liked to think that they would be sharing in at least a few more showers together. Maybe not quite as eventful as their one that evening, but with one another nonetheless. The thought alone made the hedgehog smile.

Though maybe it also had a little to do with the kiss and four words that followed. One more statement the hero wouldn't argue with.

"An' I'll keep doing it until you stop me." And they both knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Not within their lifetimes anyway. They got too much of a kick out if it, had too much fun. And after the lives they had lived, their struggles and obstacles, they both deserved a bit of spoiling. And, whatmore, were happy to give it to one another.

Just as much as they were happy to finally wrap up their night there in bed together, facing one another for the time being. Though the hedgehog had full intentions of cuddling up to the hybrid in due time.

But not before smiling at those words, and buried his nose under the other's chin. "Love you too. And thanks for letting me try something new tonight."

From the moment their eyes had met, the smirk on his partner was responded with one of the hybrid’s own. Every so often, his muscles would twitch from the lingering pleasure but mismatched arms were delighted to bring the hero closer when they joined him on the bed. Heavy pants intermingled with audible purrs as the space between them closed, and he still had the mind to keep from getting any of his spent seed on his husband when they cuddled.

Or at least he was going to try to.

“Just means…. We can shower… again… in the… mornin’.” That was how he’d look at it. Volt tilted his head so that he could rub one fluffy cheek against his soulmate’s head and sneak a kiss in the process.

“You spoil me Liebe.” What more could he say? But it wasn’t like the opposite wasn’t true. They spoiled each other every chance they got. Which was why he only rolled over to his side of the bed long enough to grab a tissue and clean himself as best he could. Rolling over to face his partner once discarded, a gentle bump of their noses before he settled in.

“Love you.”

#slow and steady | reply queue #kiss me under the light of a thousand stars | volt and arrow #hybridafterdark #// end?

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tetzoro · 9 months ago

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fluffy little blurb of kissing zoro’s scarred eye . established relationship (?) WC : 622 . dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

“do you trust me?” your words jumbled out in one shaky breath of air as you make your approach towards zoro — the man who had been taking his mid-afternoon nap on the sunny’s deck for the past half hour.

“huh?” zoro cracked his eye open, watching you kneel before him. the golden sky illuminated behind you, wrapping around you in a soft hue of innocence, a stark contrast to your usual demeanor. something was definitely on your mind, so he raised his head up off of the wooden banister he was using as a pillow.

“i said do you trust me?” you repeat, your hand gently resting on his forearm. the vulnerable look in your eye told him that you weren’t pulling any tricks, not a drop of mischief in your irises that held the hope of a thousand stars.

of course he trusted you, you were one of the people he trusted most in this world. always beside him while fighting through whatever challenges you all faced, sitting next to him during meals times, keeping him company while he works out. you’re privy to everything in his life. the question was almost laughable.

“yes.” zoro answered simply. he was curious as to what brought on this sudden question though. did he do something that made you think he didn’t trust you?

“good. close your eye.” you whispered, leaning into his personal space now. if he had to guess, he figured you were about to crawl into his lap like you sometimes do when you nap with him, curling into his body before the two of you doze off under the warm sun.

so he doesn’t argue with you, lets you do whatever you please and shuts his eye.

but you didn’t move.

he wanted to open his eye back up to see what you were up to but as if you read his mind — your voice hums, reminding him to be patient.

zoro feels your presence getting closer, your face moving towards his. were you going to kiss him? he squirmed a little under the uncertainty.

but you surprise him, you always do. gently, you press your lips against his scarred eye, a feathers touch that if he wasn’t so keen with his observation; he might’ve missed it. the kiss itself didn’t linger, but your presence did, the reassurance flooding through his veins and drowning him in the light of your love.

the closeness begins to mend a fracture in his heart that he never knew about, carefully stitching it back together with a thread of affection he hopes never goes away — stubbornly imprinting itself on the ever beating muscle that sings to the rhythm of your name.

zoro accepted the state of his eye long ago. positively convinced that it will make him stronger, that when he finally reaches his goal, it will become that much greater because of all the challenges he’s had to overcome — everything he’s had to endure come to fruition.

he never thought it would bring this tenderness in his life, that your sweet nature would rub off on him by the ghost of your lips pressing against the scarred skin.

but it’s all over far too soon, zoro’s head falling toward your lips to chase the sensation that graced his skin like molten sunshine. but he straightens up, opens his eye and peers down at you curiously.

“was that okay?” you ask, nervous from his reaction. his body melts back into something mushier than the state he left it in. a new feeling blooming in his chest as he pulls you into his lap, brushing his nose against yours before meeting your anxious gaze.

“yeah.” he smiles a little, enjoying how your nerves flow away into the wind as he wraps his arms around your waist, securing you in place before settling back into his napping position. “that was more than okay.”

thank you so much for reading ᰔ

#◟˚. ☁️ ⋆ daydreams.#zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #zoro fluff

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htaesan · 27 days ago

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　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ GIVING YOU MY FOREVER　　────　ᅠ ( han taesan )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀when han taesan, your boyfriend, notices you haven’t been answering his texts for the entire day, he sets out to figure out why𑁋only to find you sobbing alone on top of the hill.

　　　ᅠ 한태산 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 0.8k ⠀ genre comfort fluff established relationship ⠀ contains mentions of family issues crying skinship ⠀ note this fic is highkey self-indulgent bc i wrote this when i was having a hard time </3 so it kinda doesn’t make sense? welp ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net

　　　ᅠ ＞︿　　please leave feedbacks 　　& 　　reblog

“Hey, here you are.”

You didn’t have to look to know who it was—instead, you sigh deeply, letting the boy settle himself next to you. You throw your gaze far, letting your eyes capture the beauty of the night from atop the hill: the way the stars still shine despite being thousands and thousands of miles away, the way the city lights add a sparkle to the night’s black canvas. You take a deep breath, hoping that the smell of grass and the gentle breeze of autumn would bring some peace to your heart.

“You… okay?” you hear him ask after quite some time. You purse your lips, still not meeting his eyes, afraid all the tears might spill once you do. “You didn’t read my texts for the whole day.”

“M-maybe,” you manage. Your throat feels dry as you force your words out. “I’ll be fine.”

“You know,” he says, after a few moments. He places a hand on yours, his touch gentle and comforting. “You can tell me anything.”

You lower your head.

Please don’t cry.

“I might not understand your pain, I might not fully understand what you’re going through,” he continues, his voice so deep and kind. “But I’m here. I’ll listen.”

“Even if you don’t want to tell me—or if you can’t find the right words to describe how you feel, I’ll be here. Always.”

Under his hand, you clench your own.

“I…”

“Okay?”

You finally look up, turning slightly to meet his gaze. You bite your lower lip as you watch Taesan’s eyes widen slightly at the way your eyes fill with tears. His hands grab yours tight as he offers you a gentle smile.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, lowering your head again as tears begin to spill. Taesan’s grasp remains firm, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “I… I don’t know how to say this…”

Taesan smiles softly, squeezing your hands. “It’s okay. Tell me anything—just say anything that comes to mind, I’ll piece it together.”

“My parents,” you say, your words coming out one by one, in between sobs, “it’s stressing me out– I– is this my fault? Why– why are they fighting? I thought they– love– each other—”

You can’t stop it, your tears falling down your cheeks like raindrops in a storm, unstoppable and overwhelming. Your chest heaves up and down with each sob, your throat tight with a lump that makes your speech difficult to interpret.

“Hey…”

Taesan pulls you into a hug, causing you to hiccup in surprise. It engulfs you like a warm blanket on a winter night—you could smell Taesan: a mixture of champagne orange, passion fruit, sugar vanilla; the perfume his mother had bought for him. Immediately, your tears begin to flow down again, as Taesan’s warmth starts to become one with you.

Taesan doesn’t let go—his embrace of you firm and comforting, telling you he’s there for you through every high and low. Taesan hugs you close, letting your heartbeat converge with his. He lets you cry your heart out in his arms, not giving a care in the world about how your tears are staining his favourite sweater.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers, once your tears have subsided.

“But… won’t you fall out of love, one day?” you ask him, resting your head against his chest. You close your eyes shut, trying to remove the memory of witnessing your parents’ fight from your mind.

Taesan kisses the top of your head, resting his chin against it after. “Will I ever?”

“Maybe,” you mumble.

“Darling,” Taesan says, causing butterflies to begin erupting in your stomach. He’s called you that for so many times already, yet it always catches you off guard. “If we love each other truly, we’ll always find a way to make things work, hm?”

He pulls away a little bit, and you look directly into his eyes. Taesan gives you a smile—different from his usual cheeky grin—beautiful, sincere, and ethereal. “Besides, we still have a long way to go before we get married, and before we die. We’ll have plenty of time to learn from our mistakes.”

“Married?” you exclaim, eyes widening. You smack his shoulder in an attempt to hide the blush that’s beginning to form on your cheeks.

“Yeah,” Taesan nods, folding his arms as he holds his neck from behind. “Why? You don’t like it?”

“Well… of course I love it,” you mutter, biting the inside of your cheek. After a while, you turn to him, narrowing your eyes. “But marriage is a serious matter, you know? I—”

Taesan kisses your cheek, grinning as he pulls away. “I know.”

You lock eyes with Taesan, the sparkling night around you, the gentle breeze blowing through.

“And I love you, so seriously, to be doing it in the future. To be giving you my forever.”

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sintied · 4 months ago

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↳ @hybridafterdark asked: Volt had absolutely been serious about giving his husband a massage that night. Although there was only a few inches in height difference, it made it easier for the hybrid to get his fingers in all the spots he could feel knotted up. Although there should have been no surprise when the impulsive thought finally won, and violet eyes glanced up to the hero's face. One hand sneakily surrounded the now longer tail to comb his fingers through.

{➹} – THE HERO HADN'T turned down the offer in any way shape or form, more than content to let the hybrid do as they pleased. After all, Volt had far more experience in this than the hedgehog did, both when it came to the massage and the hero's new form. There was no denying it was effective too, the hero's muscles going lax before too long and while he definitely would have denied the purr leaving him, it was as clear as day.

Until the growl he gave at the touch to his tail, utterly playful and cause enough for him to turn around and flash those new fangs in a like manner. He ignored the fact said tail was now wagging.

Emerald hues narrowed only slightly, one scarred hand very purposefully trailing claws along a brown leg. "Careful. I might just return the favor."

#m/a | werehog #kiss me under the light of a thousand stars | volt and arrow #hybridafterdark #fanmail | asks

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sinwcrthy · 2 years ago

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↳ @hybridafterdark asked: Careful claws danced against the hero’s chest, one hand slipped underneath the red scarf while the other skirted a blue hip and thigh. There was an audible purr as lips kissed and nibbled along his partner’s neck and shoulder. Someone was in a teasing mood.

{➹} – THE HERO HAD RECOGNIZED something in his partner's eyes that evening, as he often did, but was more than willing to play the sitting duck to the questing fingers and hybrid's lips. For a time anyway, because it wasn't long until his own purr joined the mix and he was sneaking in kisses where he could get them.

And plenty of nuzzles before a sultry chuckle rose in his chest.

"Y'know...we do have the house t' ourselves tonight."

#kiss me under the light of a thousand stars | volt and arrow #hybridafterdark #fanmail | asks

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snoopyhughes · 2 months ago

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gave you too much but it wasn't enough (qh43)

In which you wonder if your relationship with Quinn might end in death by a thousand cuts.

This is my submission for the eras tour fic challenge hosted by @wyattjohnston and @comphy-and-cozy! I am thrilled to be a part of this event. I received DBATC, and if you know me you know any kind of angst is not my wheelhouse, but I was thrilled to get this challenge and try to create something angsty. It will never be unresolved in my world but hopefully this does the trick :) 2.5k words, fem reader, no warnings that I know of, not proofread.

When Quinn was named the captain of the Vancouver Canucks, you had never felt so proud.

Being with Quinn for two plus years at the time, you were over the moon to see the love of your life, your favorite person in the world, being given such an honor, an honor he worked so hard for, an honor you know he deserved. Quinn was one of the most dedicated people you've ever met. With that dedication of course, comes time. Quinn dedicated countless hours to improving his game, practicing with his teammates, working out in the gym, going on runs, anything he could do to be the best he could be, he was doing it.

Under the moonlight, as you and Quinn celebrated his accomplishment, he promised you that he wouldn't stray away. That his commitment to the team wouldn't outweigh his commitment to you. To being a loving partner. A companion. However, when you woke up, stretching your arm out to feel an empty bed yet again, despite knowing that it couldn't have been much past 7 am, you wondered what went wrong. What happened to cause those promises to crumble. His words to be empty, lifeless. Void of meaning. When did you and Quinn become a couple that told each other lies? Told each other things just because the other person wanted to hear them, not because they genuinely intended to fulfill them.

It was the start of Quinn's second season as the Canucks captain. At first, you thought it was too good to be true. Quinn was thriving in his new role, yet still being the perfect partner. Attentive and on time, compassionate and loving. Now, that version of Quinn is a distant memory, mocking you as you think of him.

It started after the holidays in Quinn's first season of being captain. You chalked it up to post holiday stress and all star weekend buzz, maybe even trade deadline drama. Then the all star game passed, and even the trade deadline. Shortly after you started blaming it on the playoff push, then the playoff loss. And now here you were in November, searching for answers, trying to figure out what happened to the love of your life who turned into a stranger right in front of your own eyes, with nothing you could do about it but watch it happen.

You got yourself ready for work, looking around in the bathroom, on the bedside table, and eventually the kitchen to see if maybe Quinn left you a note, a cup of coffee in your favorite travel mug, a bagel from your favorite bakery around the corner, a sign of his love, signs that he used to never leave the house without showing. Just as you thought, there was nothing. You couldn't even remember the last time you felt Quinn kiss your forehead before he left for God knows what. Another workout, another two mile run after the three miles he did on the treadmill, or locking himself in his office watching film.

Work came and went that day, taking the long way home, dreading going home to an empty house. You thought it would be worse trying to interact with the stranger you lived with, but the silence, the emptiness, the sterile, unwelcoming cold was always worse. You stared up at the traffic lights, wondering if others saw just how foolish you felt. Writing lines to a story that was long over. Grasping on to the book, hoping for a surprise ending, one that would make everything worth it.

To say you were surprised to see Quinn's Porsche in the driveway was an understatement. Usually on practice days he didn't get home until well after 6 pm. You unlocked the front door, not expecting much. Just because he was home, doesn't mean he wasn't locked up in his office, taking notes from last night's game. A game that you never bothered to go to anymore. You knew the other WAGs missed you, people speculated about your absence on the internet, always cruel and judgmental. You couldn't bring yourself to go. You had learned to despise hockey for taking Quinn from you.

You opened the door and were surprised to see Quinn in the kitchen, grabbing a snack. Quinn looked as surprised to see you as you were, almost like he didn't know where you were, or if he even remembered that you lived there. Quiet "hi's" were exchanged, Quinn leaving a soft kiss on your cheek then awkwardly brushing past you to go towards the fridge.

"I thought we could have chicken and pasta for dinner tonight. It sounded good on my way home, I hope that's okay," Quinn muttered out, but already getting a pot of water for pasta ready, as though it didn't matter what you truly wanted. "That's okay," you offered back. "I'm gonna go sit down and read my book. If you need me, just holler." You offered and Quinn gave a nod in response. You wanted to grunt and groan under your breath. How could this be okay with him? It was as though you didn't know him, despite him knowing everything about you.

You tried to distract yourself with your book, but frustrated tears welled up in your eyes. You wiped them away aggressively, not wanting Quinn to see you cry. He couldn't muster up simple greetings, and an I love you would be almost toxic coming out of his mouth. He didn't care anymore, that much was obvious. So why should you?

You didn't know how long time passed, but it was enough time for Quinn to come over with a plate of dinner, unaware of your state. Your heart swelled. Most days, you had been eating dinner at the table, the memories of the two of you loved up on the couch, enjoying your meal and watching your latest binge watch were long gone. It seemed that Quinn was looking for one of those nights, until he saw your tears. His face dropped, setting your plate down and kneeling in front of you.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?" He asked, trying to get you to meet his eyes. You shook your head. How could he be so oblivious? "Are you serious?" You ask and Quinn's expression changed, like you had hurt him. "What do you mean by that? Why would I not be serious?" he asked, causing you to shake your head. "Quinn, things haven't been right between us for months. You leave me everyday without saying goodbye or even kissing me goodbye, you act like spending time with me is the worst thing in the world. I never go to games anymore because I resent hockey for taking you from me. When you were named captain, I was so proud of you I could explode. Now I can't even bare to be in the hockey setting because it reminds me of everything you chose over me. Quinn, I don't even know if you love me anymore." You took a breath after getting it off your chest, but at the same time a wounded gasp came out of Quinn's mouth, like he was a wounded animal.

"You think I don't love you anymore? How could you think that?" he asked, clearly hurt by what you had said. "What else do you want me to believe, Quinn? I can't even remember the last time you told me you loved me. And beyond that, that you ever even showed that you might. I feel like I live with a stranger. You can't honestly tell me that you have felt satisfied in this relationship. That you feel that we love each other to the fullest, that we love spending time together. I haven't felt confident that you feel that way in a long time." At this point you both had tears in your eyes, Quinn feeling devastated by what he was hearing.

Of course Quinn wasn't 100% satisfied with your relationship. He wasn't delusional enough to believe that everything was perfect. He knew that hockey had been his number one priority lately, and he had been trying to make that not be the case.

"Baby, I know I haven't been putting you first lately, and I'm sorry for that. I truly am. But I feel like it's only been this way since the start of the regular season." This had you scoffing immediately. "You don't seriously believe that. Quinn, I could say I have felt this way on and off since January." This caused another hurt gasp to leave Quinn's lips. "Why didn't you say something..." he trailed off, hurt, but he knew the answer.

"I shouldn't have to beg you to love me, Quinn. I shouldn't have to tell you that you have been neglecting me, neglecting us. If you truly can't see what's been going on, I don't know how I can explain it to you. If you think that this relationship has been satisfactory for both parties, I can't change your mind of that. But I won't be treated like this any longer. I think we should spend some time apart." Quinn backed up as soon as the suggestion came out of your mouth, looking like he had been shot.

"You don't mean that, you can't" he gasped. "Quinn, I'm not saying I want to breakup. If I didn't believe this was salvageable, if I didn't believe you could fix this, I would just say I wanted to break up. I believe we can fix this, but I think some time apart would do us good. For us both to figure out what we're looking for and what we truly want. If we find that this is still what we want, that's great, I believe that we will make it work. But this, this... arrangement, this isn't working. I know you seem shocked and hurt, but I know you don't believe that this is working for both of us, or honestly either of us."

"I'll go stay with Petey, I don't want to be in your way," Quinn suggested and you shook your head. "It's okay, really. I can go stay with Brock's girlfriend. Since she lives by herself it won't be awkward for any of us. I do believe we can make this work Quinn, I just don't think we can do it in these conditions." You put your hand on his cheek and his face softened, leaning into your touch.

"Tell me how to fix it, please, I'll do anything," he begged, tears steadily streaming down his face. "I can't tell you that, Quinn. I want you to figure out. To understand where I'm coming from, and want to work to fix it. I haven't been perfect either Quinn, we can both work on this. I shouldn't have to tell you that spending time together once a month isn't enough. I don't know how it can be enough for you, either. If that's okay with you, then this just isn't going to work."

"I'll fix it baby, I promise, I'll do anything." he whispered, almost defeatedly but feeling much better. "I believe you, baby. I do."

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The flowers started on Mondays. Each Monday, a different bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers arrived at your office. The message was also different each week but it always ended the same way: " I love you, I believe in us." You texted Quinn every week when the flowers came to let him know you got them and to send your thanks. After four weeks of flowers, you were sitting in the front room of Brock's girlfriend, Bella's, apartment, getting stuff done on your computer on a chilly Saturday afternoon. A knock on the door sounded, causing you to pause your work. You had been staying with Bella long enough that you felt comfortable getting the door. Not to mention Bella liked to sleep in super late on weekends, meaning you would be the only one to even be available to open the door.

Your heart sank to your toes as you looked through the peephole, seeing Quinn. He looked different. If your gut was right, he looked tired, a far away look in his eyes, almost as though he missed you as much as you missed him. You didn't want to believe it, wary of getting your heart broken. He was holding something in his hands, fidgeting with it as he waited for the door to open.

"Y/N, hi," Quinn whispered out, taking a step towards you. "Hi Quinn, it's great to see you. How have you been? Would you like to come inside?" You asked, causing him to shake his head. "I can't stay, but thank you for offering," he stopped himself, wanting to keep boundaries in between you two in order for you to be most comfortable.

"It's been a while since we've seen each other, and I wanted to come ask you something. I was hoping you'd like to come to the game tomorrow night? I was hoping this would be enough time, but if not it's okay." His voice was shaky, unsure, almost like he was scared of your response. "I'm not sure, Quinn. Won't it be weird that I'm there? I don't want to cause any drama." You said apprehensively. You were also nervous of what that step in your relationship would be.

"There would be no drama at all, babe. You could just sit with Bell in the stands if you would prefer that, but I know the WAGs have really been missing you. I heard Millsy's daughters have been waiting for you to paint their nails on intermission again," he joked, causing you to smile. His heart melted at the smile on your face, finally feeling fulfilled, that he made you happy.

"I'll be there, Quinn. You can put me in the box. Don't worry about parking, though. I'm sure I can catch a ride with Bella." You both smiled, joyful at the step in the right direction for the both of you. "I can't wait."

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For all the time you had spent at Canucks games, you never thought you would be so nervous about what to wear, but here you are. Finally, settling on a stylish Canucks long sleeve with no distinction of Quinn on the shirt, paired with dark jeans and sneakers.

Quinn played a great game, getting a goal and an assist, the Canucks winning 3-1. You were ecstatic. Being back at the games, with your friends, cheering on Quinn, just felt right. It felt like where you were supposed to be. When you met Quinn after the game, he couldn't help himself either, jogging up to you and wrapping his arms around you, lifting you up off the ground. "Quinn!" you exclaimed, laughing out loud. "You did so good!" You laughed as he set you back on the ground. "It's because you were here, my good luck charm." He mused, causing you to blush.

Before he could stop himself, Quinn asked: "come home with me?" Your breath shortened, definitely not expecting that to come out of his mouth. "Are you sure?" You asked him, heart racing at the idea of going home with Quinn, truly where you belonged. "I would want nothing more."

It felt at times that no matter how much you gave to Quinn, it would never be enough. But as you both grew and learned more about yourselves, you both knew that all you could give would always be enough for the both of you.

#qh43 #Quinn hughes #Quinn hughes imagine #Quinn hughes x reader #vancouver canucks #Vancouver canucks imagine #hughes brothers #elle’s writing

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