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katz-chow · 3 months

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i remember everything...

synopsis: in which johnny deals with the lingering feelings he has with his coworker 🏷| fluff, american!reader, gn!reader, reader is described as having hair long enough to have to towel dry (its like one sentence), mostly in johnny's pov, prompt 29, culture clash, part of @glitterypirateduck's soap it up challenge

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“Strange words come on out of a grown man’s mouth when his mind’s broke. Pictures and passing time, you only smile like that when you’re drinkin’…”

“Do you like it?” You ask him, as you both sit on your respective beds in the hotel room. The soft glow of the hotel lamps mixed with the pristine, white sheets gave off the allusion of an ethereal heaven. You both untucked the sheets and wrapped them around you and on the bed in your nests of bedding, shielding away from the blasting AC air.

Johnny groans, falling back onto the firm queen-sized mattress. “If I have to hear another Southern accent, I’m gonna blow my brains out. Yours is enough!”

“Bitch!” You scream and laugh as you throw a pillow, aiming for his crotch. A sharp breath stopped itself in his throat as he groaned in discomfort. Another laugh was pulled from you as you too, squirm around in bed.

Eventually, he recovers and sat back up. “Bonnie, you remember when we first went on this world tour of ours?”

A world tour, that’s what you both referred it to. In reality, it was just a guest speaker program on international joint bases. You were there in the UK as an American, part of a joint company operation. Then Kyle pointed you out when you shared some memories in North Carolina together. Hitting it off with Johnny was just pure fate (maybe, he thinks).

The first time he saw you, you and your squadron stood shiny in the unfamiliar dress blues in front of that board meeting. An hour later, he discovered you’re all American service members, here on an ally program.

The second time, fate forced you both together. Chow Hall at dinner time proved to be both bliss and the Thunderdome at the same time– which was no foreign territory for the Americans. They were loud, Johnny thought. The more he heard their wide range of accents, the more intrigued he became with this new group.

He gazed at them, you included, deciding when would be the right time to bud into the conversation. That’s when you spoke up, hinting at the cutest, slowest speech he’s ever heard; a real, Texan accent.

“I dunno about all this, y’all…It kinda looks, like, bland…” You say as you look at the food on your tray. Kyle right over your shoulder with your friends crowding around the “experimental plate”.

Kyle laughed and cut open the pastry with a knife, moving the peas around. The meat inside spilled out of the puff pastry as everyone oo-ed and ah-ed and not in a good way. “You telling me you’ve never had a meat pie?”

“Closest thing would be chicken pot pie…and even with that the peas are inside and I don’t have to look at it when I eat it.” One American laughed. Johnny noted that his accent sounded “standard” compared to your more regional one.

Another woman piped up as she shoved his arm with hers, “Chicken pot pies aren’t all that, Johnson, you’re fucking weird.”

“Cut that shit out, Phillips…I’m gonna…fuck your husband.”

Johnny snickered and interjected himself into the appropriate conversation. “How about you shag me instead? A true Scotsman right here.”

“I mean, if you want…” The Standard American, now he knew as Phillips, responded as he turned towards him and smiled.

He noticed the group of Americans all turned their bodies to include him in their small circle, even when he was about three feet away and on a different table. They were kind and eager, friendly even.

From then on, he decided to always stick around the group of funny Americans, who always seemed to do the weirdest things. He also got to know the mirage of people within this seemingly rag-tag team. From Edward Phillips, the Washingtonian Linguist, Michelle Hernandez, the New Mexican demolitions expert, and then you, the Texan.

After that, he just gravitated towards you, like an asteroid in your presence. He revolved around you, hovering when you need him and jumping in. Never far for you to hold onto, he was right beside you, an equal rather than someone to catch you if you fall or a subordinate waiting upon your every command. You liked that about Johnny, how he’s a partner, and thus on par with you. Your strengths are his weaknesses (reading comprehension) and your weaknesses are his strengths (chemistry).

Johnny often questions whether fate is real or not, must be the Catholic in him, but the critical, logical part of his brain won’t let him fully believe. He wonders if fate is real if there truly is a bigger spirit that predetermines whether or not he will die horrifically in battle, or how many kids he’ll have— if he is allotted more than one. More often than not, however, he finds himself wondering if he somehow made the right choice to speak up with that lewd comment that led to meeting his best friend. Or was it how God had intended it? Or, perhaps, it was the Roman Moirai that had strung your paths together. In either case, he could only hope that he was making the right choice now.

The AC continued to blast in the dim light, something he had to get used to. Months ago, when you were merely just a coworker, he had to adjust to the fact that you were afraid of sleeping in the dark. Teases and playful jabs seemed relentless, night after night as soon as you went to turn on the bathroom light and crept the door closed. But now, as whoever’s above fated it, he quite likes the addition to his nightly routine.

Things are simpler, more clear, and more concise. It’s a lot different building bombs, and awaiting the next mission than simply giving a briefing on demolition safety and code of conduct. One might even say it’s boring, but what’s more boring than your job? At least he’s talking about something interesting! Says the man who eavesdrops on your talk whenever he’s not busy.

Johnny has more time to journal, draw, and…think. It became routine, you getting ready for bed while Johnny props himself up on his pillows, thinking and scribbling away. So here he is, nightstand lamp casting its low, orange glow against his even yellower pages. Odd drawings of the desk chair in front of his bed, some notes about your lecture, and an odd sticky note drawing on your side profile he did while he waited for you to finish your talk.

Never leave a man with his thoughts, one of the lessons he had learned when he started to let his mind wander from station to station, train of thought visiting back on when you caught his eye, or when you fell down the stairs and your nose started to bleed (Johnny had never felt his stomach sink so low), and just last week when you convinced him to try authentic Indian food…he thinks of you.

It's almost as if he no longer even lets his mind wander but now he lets his thoughts loose into Your World. His bonnie. His. Fuck him, He rubbed his face with his palms, exasperated.

“You good?” Your voice snapped him away from his consuming thoughts, hands falling to close his leather-bound journal with a snap.

He looks at you. You had your head tilted, hair falling into the towel that you’re crunching up to dry it. “‘m fine, Birdie.”

Birdie, his songbird. His ears hear the way you scoffed, swinging back into the bathroom to set the towel up and get yourself into the twin bed next to his, the space separated by just a small nightstand holding the phone and now his journal.

You hop onto bed, throwing the already jostled-up sheets onto you as Johnny stands to turn off the light on the opposite wall. Your laptop, which had now been turned off per his request, tucked itself under your bed, barely peeking out just for a reminder for when you both leave the next morning.

“I don’t want to go on base tomorrow. I hate Newport.” You say to break the silence between the both of you, simply sitting in the not-so-dark.

Johnny groans, having heard you say this since the two of you had landed here in Rhode Island. “Oh haud yer wheesht, we’re only here for another day,” he reasons.

You’ve heard that phrase a lot lately, especially as your World Tour is coming to an end soon. Two more bases, a fortnight left. But you can’t blame him, your whining was getting a bit much.

A comfortable silence fills the air again as you hum in reply to him. Both of you find yourselves lost—or leashed in your worlds, thinking about what’s next.

He’s going to miss this; miss waiting for you to get ready for bed, miss listening in on your colloquies, miss the way your body wash smells, miss your awful music…”Fuck, I’m gonna miss you.”

“What?”

Johnny freezes, he takes back about the time you fell: this was when his heart dropped the furthest and fastest it’s ever fallen. Almost like the New Year's ball in New York. Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck.

“Johnny, what did you just say?” In his peripheral, he sees your head turn to look at him. he turns his head to you.

He prays that you don’t see the way sweat begins to fall from his skin or hear the quiver in his voice. “I said, I’ll miss you.”

You giggle a bit, letting your head fall back onto the plush headboard, eyes up at the popcorn ceiling. “It’s not like I’m going to die anytime soon, I’ll still be here.”

“I don’t want you to ever leave.” He blurts out quicker than his brain can even pick up. Blood rushes into his ears, he feels his body get hot as he awaits your reaction.

The tension grows thicker, even as the AC hums. He sees your feet under the sheets moving side to side, you’re thinking of how to respond, formulating the perfect response. God, you were perfect, thinking about what you wanted to say rather than just blurting things out like how he is. You’re so different than him, so precise in your doings, always thinking ahead, always planning for the worst outcomes. And not to mention how good of a teacher you are with those in your field, you spoke eloquently, formally– yet just enough casualty that not only demanded respect but provided a sense of comfort.

He looks back over to you quickly, your head still in the same position as before, eyes closed, however. For a quick moment, he sighs in relief, thinking you had fallen asleep from talking and whining too much. But instead, when he snaps back into reality, he sees your face smiling at him.

“I think I’d like that a little too much.” You scrunch up your nose just a bit at the end of your sentence.

He doesn’t know what to make of them, but he smiles back nonetheless. “Yeah?”

You hum again, thinking. Silence washes over the two of you again. You two don’t look at each other, Johnny can feel disappointment wash over him, ready to just retire for the night.

“You wanna watch a movie?” You blurt out, already reaching down to pull your laptop out from under the bed. He looks at you quizzically, but agrees anyway.

To his surprise, however, you find yourself throwing the laptop gently on his bed, shooing him over (which he obeys), and getting under the sheets with him. His heart flutters as he instinctively rests his arm behind you. You scoot closer to him, pulling your laptop onto your lap. But you stop, and his breathing does to match.

“Is this okay?”

Johnny nods and smiles softly at you, seeing your worried expression dissipate. You decide that Johnny gets no say in what the two of you watch, and honestly, Johnny seems more interested in the fact that he can smell your shampoo and feel how soft the tips of your hair are in between his fingertips. He zones out after that, rejoicing in the moment as your breathing steadies his old heart.

You turn your head up to look at him, raising your head slightly from his chest. He looks down at you, an eyebrow raised. “Hm?”

“I’m tired.”

He smiles wider at how your eyes droop down, even after insisting the two of you watch a movie. The screen pauses as he presses the spacebar, timestamp at 23:09. He huffs a laugh. “It’s late, I ken, I ken…”

“Can I sleep here?” You ask, already resting your head on his chest and sinking further into the now-warm sheets. Johnny shifts over a bit, closing your laptop and tossing it carefully over to your empty bed. The strands of your hair lift up a bit as he absent-mindedly messes with them. Your arm found itself hooked under his bicep, the other arm thrown over his chest.

His lips reach down and places a soft kiss on the crown of your head, burying his nose into the inviting smell of almonds and cherries.

You hum in contentment, yet sleepily mumbling out something just a tab bit too quiet for his ears to pick up. “Speak up, Bonnie.”

You whine and his heart skips a beat. He wonders how long this can go on before he dies of cardiac arrest. Hopefully for decades. “It was always going to be you.” You pout, before nuzzling into him again, not once opening your eyes.

Johnny freezes, and the stands of your hair fall from the tips of his fingers. He looks down and sees how your chest rises evenly now, body heavy and warm against his. “Birdie?”

When you don’t respond, he knows you’re dead asleep. He sits there for a while thinking about the choices he made that led him to this position, as a body pillow for you– not that he is complaining. Surely it wasn’t when he tripped over a pinecone in year 5 right? Or when he decided to disobey orders and blow up a base anyway right? No, it has to be much simpler than that– when he had decided to skip lunch that day the two of you met? He thinks about the choices he made, and how he could’ve missed all the signs you gave him showing him that you were also in a state of yearning for him. And why did you turn on a lame rom-com, knowing you were going to fall aslee– oh. Oh.

Was this your plan the entire time? Clever Birdie. Of course, you had planned this out, had planned on turning the AC up, whining about the cold. Leaving your laptop on a movie website already, drying your hair even when you never really do. You just had to find a window of opportunity: him.

It was always going to be the two of you. He was just a bit behind.

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jwirecs · 9 months

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RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF JULY 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of july! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Baseball (& Other Disasters) || @tqmies💕✅

↳ Everyone admired Mark Lee, starting pitcher of your school’s baseball team and famed ladies man. You, on the other hand, only know him as the boy who broke your dorm lobbies microwave the first time you met. Too bad that was all it took to grow an embarrassingly huge crush on him. So when he comes to you, in need of a new baseball manager, how could you say no to that face? (Spoiler: You couldn’t)

Let You || @waerie💕✅💯💯

↳ jisung would never let anyone ruin his game, so he says to his friends. but the claim deteriorates when you come. (stop this is the cutest jisung fic that i have read in this month. fcking enjoyed this fic so much with all of the cuteness)

Reminiscing || @ihaechans💕✅

↳ Time flies. Especially with best friend and nerdy ride or die Mark Lee. Reminiscing on the rooftop leads to foreign emotions and forgotten memories to rise to the surface, and the obvious tension between you two can no longer be avoided.

April Showers || @lelengerine💕✅

↳ you never liked staying out while it rained, but perhaps you’d be okay with being all soaked if it meant being with him.

Caramel || @nctmiami💕✅

↳ jaehyun can’t wait to get home to you after a boys trip

Exhaustion || @xrenjunniesx💕✅

↳ moving houses is tiring, but it’s easier when you’re with your loved one.

Flustered By You || @lelengerine💕✅

↳ your boyfriend surely knows how to make you flustered, even when he’s the one who should be.

Fucking Up The Sheets || @ah-ga-seven🔞✅

↳ (no summary, but its just jaehyun casually fcking up the sheets.)

Rule Number 1: Don't Fall In Love || @jaylaxies🔞💕💔✅

↳ your ex getting a girlfriend after just two weeks of breakup was enough to infuriate you to the point where you had to step up and make him regret breaking your heart. solution? fake date his best friend and make him jealous!

How About Now? || @nctsplug02🔞✅

↳ Anon Req: Recently I been thinking about romantic sensual sex with Johnny but it lasts like the whole night. Different positions, cuddles, cream pies UGHHHHHHHH I WANT THIS MANNB 😭😭😩😩😩

Lowkey || @onyourhyuck🔞✅

↳ You and Jaemin are best friends but behind the close doors you have a lowkey relationship that no one knows about.

Wicked Games || @cherryeoniis💕✅

↳ And even as your heart breaks, you can’t deny that having him against you feels like your own small piece of heaven.

After You || @ryozaki21🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Na Jaemin had it easy. Loved by everybody, the man of everyone's dream. He's a perfect mix of a charmer and a player. Girls begged to be his, and he loved every part of it. Life used to be so fucking perfect for him. Then comes you. You're like an old book, ink fading, cover tearing, but he swears you're worth the read. Before you, life was easy. After you? He wasn't so sure.

Blue To Orange || @seren1tyhaze🔞✅

↳ your break up leaves you with a plane ticket to Greece on a couples trip with your best friend and her partner. she convinces you to still come on the trip and you meet two strangers who leave you with memories of long nights under a stunning starry sky.

Dog Sitting Gone Wrong || @onyourhyuck🔞✅

↳ You were hired by a rich man to babysit his daughter, when you arrive you realise his daughter is a dog and you’re now dog sitting while he is out running errands.

Hotel Paradise || @jaesheart🔞✅💯

↳ you visit an exclusive brothel for the second time to satisfy your needs.

My Little Doll || @haechansdoll🔞✅💯

↳ Humans have hormones, you understand that much. But does that explain why you can't stop the filthy daydreams that fill your head whenever you see a specific redhead? Does it excuse you for getting turned on by him simply breathing in your direction? And to make matters worse, he is off-limits, if your father found out you were messing with his prized boxer? You would be chained to a tower and your red-haired crush would be used as mincemeat.

Sunday Sinner || @smileysuh🔞✅💯

↳ “Everything is wrong,” Mark sighs. “Doing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in Church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. But… as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.”

The V Week Spy || @smileysuh🔞✅💯

↳ Every year, seven days before Valentines day, sororities and frats are paired together, and eligible himbos, hoes, bimbos and fuckboys alike volunteer to be raffled for a chance to become the year’s V Week Spy. V Week is open season, with outings and parties tailored to be the perfect excuse for sexscapades, with the knowledge than 1 boy and 1 girl are undercover, grading sexual performances. Once the week is over, at the annual Valentines Day Party, the evaluations are presented- It’s a bad time to be unsure about someone’s feelings towards you, and an even worse time to fall in love. (get out, this literally screams the mafia game but sexedition. i love it)

Wanna Ride? || @onyourhyuck🔞✅💯💯💯

↳ (if you enjoy reading biker!au's, yall should really read this series. cause sht was wonderful af and spicy)

Strawberry Sunday || @doiesfav💕✅💯

↳ You realized that your daughter would feel awkward with his own dad sometimes so you decided to do a picnic to help them improve their relationship.

Dirty, Little, Traitor || @onyourhyuck🔞✅

↳ Wherein you asked your roommate Mark to help you out with rearranging your room but ends up rearranging you instead.

Ice Cream Thief || @tddyhyck🔞✅

↳ someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?

Safety Zone || @cherryeoniis💕💔✅💯

↳ Mark Lee. The most perfect roommate and best friend that you could have asked for - except for the fact that he constantly messes up your laundry and can’t cook eggs very well. Even then, that doesn’t quite stop you from falling for him in your final year.

Finding Cinderella || @justalildumpling💕💔✅💯

↳ it wasn’t often jeno showed emotions of love and affection, let alone kissing a stranger at a party that he doesn’t even remember?! determined to find his nameless cinderella, he began searching the campus far and wide but as hidden secrets started surfacing, he started to wonder whether the midnight spark was meant to be pursued after all.

*i think half of my reblogs for july for nct were all texts, and i am fine with that. so for this, imma rec the ones that had me choking on my spit from cackling.*

Getting Picked Up Texts || @ohmygs-blog💕✅

↳ Anon Req: "hi, can I request where the dreamies are picking u up from school/work? cause everyone at work was picked up by their partners and I’m here waiting for a taxi cab lol y isn’t haechan picking me up smh 🤦‍♀️ thank you so much! I really love your works, and I really look forward to your new posts, they make me happy! ^^" ("you can ride on my handlebars" i cackled a bit too hard that i choked on my spit.)

Pulling Another Member's Photocard || @onyour--ash💕✅

↳ (the title says it all. haechans is fcking too real. my guy i like looking at mark too. but also jaemin having a jeno collection, im ngl he probably does have a folder on his phone dedicated to jeno.)

Fuck The Police || @loudstan🔞✅💯

↳ Your ability to read people's minds is very useful for the police during interrogations. And that's how you meet Yuta, a werewolf accused of stealing a car.

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

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1d1195 · 10 months

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Neighbors Extra I

You can read the rest of Neighbors here: Neighbors

Nobody asked for this little check-in, but I really loved Rory and recently went for a car-wash and had a gooey song playing and my little Neighbors family were all I could think about. I have a couple more ideas for these cutie pies up my sleeve too. Hope you enjoy <3

This is all the fluff in the world.

“Whoa,” he said admiring the colors. “Mumma, do you see it?” He asked, pushing from Harry’s lap a bit so he could touch the windshield like Harry did.

She couldn’t be bothered to look because she couldn’t stop staring at Harry and his easy smile. “Yeah, I see it."

Harry didn’t like when she drove him around because he liked to spoil her rotten. He thought about all the things she had to sacrifice to be a mum at a young age all by herself. He knew that she didn’t mind in the slightest. It was obvious with everything in her that she would do anything for Rory, but it meant that Harry would sulk a bit when she did things like drive when she didn’t need to. Harry was content to drive her around and do anything for her if it meant she would just sit there and look pretty and relaxed because she deserved to be treated like a princess after years of caring for the sweet boy.

But she did look quite relaxed as he got back in from pumping gas for her. They were doing all the little errands today—the bank, the pharmacy—a stop at Target and Starbucks for her of course—the grocery store, the post office, and gas was last on their list. Stopping at the park for a bit of play before they continued was also necessary. It was the best, perfect spring day since the season began. She smiled as he got back in. “Thanks, my love,” she whispered.

Harry leaned forward as he got in and kissed her cheek quickly. The music was playing from her speakers, and it was perfect. The cutest little family moment in existence.

“Y’should get a car wash,” he said looking at the pollen buildup at the sides of her windshields as she pulled away from the pump.

“Mumma and I wash the car,” Rory said from the back of the car. She giggled and peeked at the rearview to see her little one sitting up straight in his booster seat.

“Well that I’d like t’see,” Harry muttered under his breath for her. She reached out to smack him lightly across the stomach while she blushed a bit. Harry grabbed her hand as she did and kissed her fingertips softly. “We’re out now. How ‘bout it, kitten?” He asked.

“Oh alright,” she said. “Can’t remember the last time I went through one,” she murmured.

Harry handed her his card since it was his idea and refused to let her argue. She rolled her eyes but started to pull through the little space. It was a bit loud when the motors started to begin their presoak. “Mumma, I don’t like that,” Rory said quickly, alarm running in his voice. Oh. So, it was before Rory was born that she went through one of these. Shit.

“Oh baby,” she cooed turning in her seat to look at him. “It’s okay!” She said encouragingly. “We just sit here and let it do its thing...the noise is just the machine. It’s going to—”

“Mumma,” he whined and undid his seatbelt standing up in front of the seat. He grabbed her hand holding onto the headrest while she kept her foot firmly on the brake making it an awkward position for her to sit but she would of course do it.

His worry made her so upset. She hated even the slightest anxiety poking into his voice. Like the machine was going to come through the window and hurt him.

Even if it did, she’d never let it hurt him. “Rory, it’s alright—”

“I don’t want to...” the water started to pour over the car and the worry in his eyes amplified rapidly causing tears to fill his eyes. “Mumma!” He whined again. Her heart ached and she was about to pull forward and get out of there before he panicked fully. But right as she started to, Harry grabbed her hand on the gearshift with a subtle squeeze as he turned toward the back.

“Hey, c’mere, Rory,” Harry said reclining in his seat and reaching for him. Her heart fluttered at Harry’s gentle tone and the way his muscles flexed so easily as he lifted Rory over the front console and into his lap. Rory snuggled into Harry’s lap looking nervous as ever. But Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Rory and he smiled into his hair. Rory was so little compared to Harry’s body. She couldn’t imagine her little one growing into a man like Harry. Harry held him tight, boxed in his embrace like a cage and Rory peered nervously around Harry’s body to get a view of the scary machine.

“S’pretty cool, lad. Even if it’s scary,” he told him. “M’not gonna let anything happen t’you,” he promised easing his anxiety almost immediately. She saw the way the worry slid off his body so quickly she felt a sigh of relief flow through her. “Mummy and I would never put you in danger,” he reminded him. She was well aware that Harry loved Rory, but at times like this, the display of his affection melted her. Harry reached out and touched the windshield as the multi-colored foaming soap painted the glass like the start of an impressionist painting. “See?” He kissed the side of Rory’s head.

“Whoa,” he said admiring the colors. “Mumma, do you see it?” He asked, pushing from Harry’s lap a bit so he could touch the windshield like Harry did.

She couldn’t be bothered to look because she couldn’t stop staring at Harry and his easy smile. “Yeah, I see it,” she mumbled. Harry winked at her keeping one arm around his waist just so he wouldn’t get too comfortable standing in the car. With his other hand he grabbed hers and squeezed it. All the while the sound of a love song played through the car. Her heart full, Rory happy, and staring at the love of her life.

“Mumma, can we go in Harry’s car now?” He asked as Harry held him tightly while she pulled forward to an empty parking spot so he could get back in his seat.

“He’s an expert now,” Harry smirked.

He nodded enthusiastically. “It’s not scary anymore.”

She smiled. “Course, love bug.”

Rory looked contemplatively at Harry and then at his mom in the mirror while Harry strapped him back into place. “Can you still hold me when it starts though?” He asked.

She giggled. “Always, cutie pie,” she promised.

Rory was insistent that he get the disposable camera Grandma got him so he could document the car wash. She leaned against Harry’s car while waiting for him to finish putting the booster seat into place in the back. Once finished he smiled at her standing in front of her, hands shoved in his pockets. “Would you want to sell your house?” She asked.

He smirked. “And where would I live?” He asked impishly.

She rolled her eyes and looked away from him with a smirk and shake of her head. “Harry,” she faked her exasperation.

“Course I’d sell my house,” he stepped closer to her, his feet on either side of hers and he pressed his arm over her head so he could lean in close to her. “Live with you and Rory every day? I’d be the luckiest man in the world.”

“Yeah...but I’ve lived here for forever and you’ve barely lived in your house for the last year.”

“I don’t know if y’noticed, beautiful. I’ve been trying to be at your house more than m’own for over a year too,” he reminded her with an eye roll.

She smiled and brought her hands to either side of his neck and pulled him closer, so his forehead pressed to hers. “I didn’t know a car wash would make me fall more in love with you.”

“Would have recommended it sooner. S’the little things, right?” He hummed, brushing the back of his freehand across her cheek. His smile made her lovesick and she felt it all the way to her toes. She grabbed his hand as he did and brought it to her lips where she kissed the side of his hand.

“You love Rory,” she sighed the accusation dreamily.

“With every piece of m’heart except for the equally huge space I have reserved jus’ for m’love of you. But when he clung t’me like that in the car, I think he took some more of the real estate that was your space,” he admitted sadly, like she would get irritated with him.

“He has that effect on people,” she giggled. Harry pressed his lips on hers, sighing at the feel of her soft lips and her pretty tongue mixing with his.

There was a flash in her peripheral, making her pull away from his lips. She saw Rory holding the camera to his eye as he giggled. “Thought y’didn’t like the kissing, lad,” Harry remarked keeping her pressed to the car, arms caging her in place between his body and the car.

Rory smiled and shrugged. “It’s kinda okay when you and Mumma kiss,” he wrinkled his nose.

She gently pushed Harry away and crouched in front of him. “I’d like Harry t’move in with us. Does that sound okay?” She asked. She already knew the answer, but he always had good responses to things like this.

“I thought he already did. Are we going to bring the rest of your clothes over on Thursday, then?” He asked, looking at Harry.

She pressed her lips together in an attempt to hide her smile, but it was impossible because that was one of the cutest things she ever heard. Harry was leaning against his car, arms crossed over his chest, feet crossed at the ankles. “You’re the worst secret keeper, Rory,” he told him. “Honestly, kitten, how you haven’t said anything ‘bout doing m’laundry for a month nearly had me worried.”

“Thought I was just...wishful thinking,” she said scooping Rory into her arms as Harry opened the door for her to get him in his seat. “Or maybe your washer broke.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous,” he mumbled opening the passenger door for her next. She smiled and pressed her lips to his as she got in her seat.

“And I love you,” she said grinning up at him before he made his way to the driver’s seat.

“To the car wash!” Rory said excitedly. She giggled at him setting up another stupid love song to play while looking at Harry during the most mundane of things like a car wash where she could fall in love with him a little more.

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eds6ngel · 8 months

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I love the teacher AU! I would like to read about their first fight (as a couple).

I was thinking about something really angsty with Steve being so sad because he's pretty sure they're gonna break up and Alena helps him to apologize. A happy ending! (the cutest little family <3)

of course my love!! and thank you so much for the compliment!! i hope this is angsty enough for you :') ♡

warnings: dad!steve. singledad!steve. 90s!au. fem!reader. use of y/n. pet names. swearing. food mentions. angst. fighting. yelling. everyone cries :'). hurt. angst. comfort. fluff. happy ending!! [1.7k].

author's note: just some quick context! if you haven't read the 'sleeping over' spinoff, it's established that alena calls reader 'mubba' as a pre-mom term before she officially calls her 'mom.'

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It was currently 9:30PM, two hours after Alena was supposed to go to bed for the night. Steve trying everything from reading her favourite book, to tucking her in, to trying to let her fall asleep to the sounds of The Smurfs, she would not drift off at all.

Steve wanders out of Alena’s room, the sound of giggling from the little girl still being heard from the other side of the door. He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck. You’re currently cleaning up the dishes from the dinner you made for you and Alena a few hours before, Steve having to work a little later than usual.

He huffs into your neck, mumbling, “I’ve tried everything. She just won’t go to sleep. This isn’t like her at all.”

You move your right hand to stroke your boyfriend’s hair, asking, “Is she just refusing or can she genuinely not drift off?”

“The latter,” he sighs, “I tucked her in at 7:30 as usual, went back in half an hour later and she’s on the floor playing with her stuffed animals.”

“Maybe you’re just gonna have to let her become tired,” you suggest, “You can’t force the mind to drift off, that’s not how it works. Leave the blinds closed, keep her light off, put her toys away, she’ll become sleepy soon enough.”

“It’s just… weird,” he contemplates, “She knows her nighttime routine like a book. She knows when to get ready for bed, what time to fall asleep, and her body has sort become accustomed to that. I just don’t understand why she’s not tired—”

Steve pauses mid-sentence as he sees the plate of chocolate chip cookies perched on the side of the countertop beside the stove. “When did you make these?” he questions.

“Oh, the cookies?” you ask, him humming, “Whilst I was making dinner for Alena and I. Thought it would make a good dessert. Simple to make and not too heavy on the stomach. Why? Would you like one?”

“What time did you say you and Alena ate dinner again?”

You scrunch your eyebrows up, “6PM. Little later than what you normally do, but only by an hour.”

Steve lets out a huff, leaning against the counter and pursing his lips, “So you’re telling me, you gave my seven-year-old daughter a chocolate chip cookie for dessert an hour and fifteen before her bedtime?”

You quickly link the dots, realising the mistake you had made. However, the words that come out of your mouth were not ones of apology, but rather of defense. “You normally give her a treat after her dinner!”

His voice becomes more stern, “Yeah, at 5PM. Besides, I give her a tiny bowl of light ice cream, the sugar levels are small, I checked the packaging. How many cups of sugar did you use for the cookie recipe?”

You look down to the floor, whispering out, “Three quarter cup.”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve rubs his hands over his face, “Plus the chocolate in that too. Jesus Y/N, no wonder she’s so hyper! She’s got so much sugar in her system still, her poor body is still trying to wear it off!”

“I’m sorry, okay?” you snap at him, “I made a fucking mistake, it’s not like I can turn back time, is it?” You take a breather, cooling off and placing the back of your hand against your forehead, “Look, it simply crossed my mind, okay? I picked her up from school, which by the way, her teacher was extremely fussy considering my reputation around there. I brought her home, we completed her homework, and then I got down to cooking dinner for us. I simply decided to make some cookies on the side for all of us to have as a treat when we wanted, as well as cook our chicken curry—”

“Don’t bullshit me with the ‘I made them for you too!’ because that shit ain’t sliding, okay?” Steve interrupts you abruptly. “It is gone nine, my daughter is two hours past her bedtime and she still won’t fall asleep because you decided to make some cookies and give one to her.”

“I’m not trying to bullshit you, Steve!” you try to reason with him, “It’s just every time you make her dinner, you give her a treat afterwards. I didn’t even think about the time, and the sugar levels, and all that shit, I just copied what you did as a parent.”

Steve cannot keep the rage down, the words spilling from his mouth, “You’re not her mom, okay? Stop trying to act like you know how to parent her, because you don’t.”

Before you can say anything in your fit of rage, a small gasp can be heard from the side of you, Alena standing outside of her bedroom door, Mr. Hopps gripped tightly in her arms as tears brim at her eyes. “I thought mubba did a good job today…”

You walk past Steve, the tears from her becoming infectious as you sniffle yourself, stroking Alena’s cheek, and whispering, just loud enough so Steve could hear, “Yeah, I thought I did too, baby.” You power to Steve’s room, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your sweater, the door creaking as you close it behind you, the Harringtons now remaining alone in the kitchen.

The sound of Steve’s hitched breaths and his shaking shoulders lead Alena to tugging at his shirt. Steve quickly rubs at his eyes, lifting his daughter up comfortably onto his hip. Alena gasps again as she sees how red her dad’s eyes are, wiping the remaining tears away with her small thumb, just like he did with her. “Why did you yell at mubba, daddy? She was very kind and nice to me today…”

He walks over to the couch, leaning back, Alena moving to sit on his lap, Steve saying out loud, “I think she’s gonna break-up with me…”

“Why, daddy? You were only arguing.”

He sniffles, “But, what daddy said was really mean, sweetpea. I said that she isn’t your mom and that she wouldn’t be a good parent. That’s not a nice thing to say, is it?”

“No…” she mumbles, quickly cheering back up, “But, you didn’t mean it, right?

He shakes his head, “’Course I didn’t pumpkin, you know I love your mubba and I hate that I hurt her.”

“Hmmm,” she thinks, putting her hand under her chin, looking deep in thought, “Well… why don’t you say sorry? Like, at school, me and Ashley had a fight, and Mrs. Woodstock made us say sorry to each other, and now we are okay again! Why don’t you do that with mubba?”

“You know what?” Steve replies, “I think I will do that, sweetpea.” He begins to stand up, holding out his hand, “You wanna come?” Alena nodding her head and wrapping her small hand in his as they head over to his bedroom.

Steve lightly knocks on the door, not wanting to startle you, “Babe, it’s us. Can we come in?”

With no response, Steve enters the room, you sitting on the edge of his bed, tears stained on your face as you stare off into the distance. He lets go of Alena’s hand, her standing small off to the side as he leans down in front of you. He sighs as he sees your disheveled hair, puffy eyes and red nose, instantly cooing, “C’mere,” wrapping his arms around you.

You cry into his shoulder, him reassuring you, “I know, I know. Let it out, beautiful.”

You manage to contain your sniffles, enough to choke out the words, “I’m sorry. It’s just… I really tried. I thought I did an okay job at tonight with what time I was given after work and stuff, picking up Alena and everything. And the timing of the cookies never crossed my mind and… I’m just sorry. I’ll be more mindful next time. Just… what you said really hurt me, as I am trying my best, honey. I really am. And I didn’t mean to get so defensive, just your words really hurt me, and that’s why I had that reaction.”

He soothingly rubs your back, muttering, “I know. I know. I’m sorry too.” He pulls back, cupping your face in his large palms, “What I said was terrible, and was a complete heat of the moment thing. What you do for Alena is amazing, and I can’t thank you enough. And she said it herself, she thought you did good today, and that’s all that matters, right? Sure, I may have been a little annoyed about her not going to bed on time, but mistakes happen. You simply copied what I did, you’re trying to adapt to this whole parenting thing, and if I’m being completely honest babe… You are doing the absolute best. I could not ask for someone better to be the mother figure to my daughter, okay?”

You nod, Steve muttering out, “Are we okay?” stroking your cheeks, “You aren’t gonna break-up with me or anything?”

You let out a small giggle, “Steven Joseph Harrington, you would have to do something a lot worse than that to make me break-up with you.” He chuckles along with you, looking to the floor as he lets out a breath of relief. It’s now your turn to cup his cheeks, “It’s just a bump in the road. We’re okay.”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “We’re okay.” He hugs you once again, you reciprocating this time as you wrap your arms around his broad back. Suddenly a small head pops up beside you, shyly asking, “Can I have a hug too?”

Thinking the same idea, Steve wraps his right arm around Alena’s shoulder as you wrap your left around her back, the three of you joining in a delicate group hug. It was during bumps like this that you remembered: Even when things got tough, at least you had your little family to lean on, especially your future daughter, the saviour of your relationship troubles.

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heartbreak-sandwich · 3 months

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Marmalade Stream of Consciousness

Well, I typed up random thoughts and quotes and moments while watching Marmalade for the first time, so here's this, I guess lmao. Spoilers below the cut

STREAM OF CONCH, HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOO

"you scared the chickens out of me." OKAY, BARON, YOU LITTLE ABSOLUTE SWEETIE.

"escapes, beeeeitch." OTIS OMFG. I LOVE OTIS.

"I swear...on my hair." Baron is the best. But just when you think you know his capacity, he surprises you. he might seem simple, but there's definitely more to him.

CROCHET, not CROQUE lmfao.

Awwww the moon pies...watching Baron take care of his mom squeezed my sad heart.

Listening to him describe his town to Marmalade when he first met her was just the cutest, most earnest thing. "It's the only place I ever knowed." He's just so fucking SWEET, it makes me want to cry.

FROM THE BEGINNING, Marmalade sketches me out. She talks about how "some sleazebag" gave her Big Bertha (her car). Even Baron questions her like "he just gave it to you??" and I bet there's a story there. Has to be.

And the way Baron talks about his dad....couldn't some see him because he was too busy building a rocket and then he blew up in space? Oh, honey....the dude needs a hug.

Marmalade is obviously striking the manic pixie dreamgirl chord immediately. There's something fun and magnetic about her, but also obviously red flag central. I'm excited to learn more about her. The way she just immediately inserts herself into Baron's life is so unsettling.

"You can borrow my nose. They smell beautiful, just like you." OKAY BARON, YOU LITTLE BABY SWEETHEART LMAO

DAY TWO, SHE'S LIKE "Let's rob a fuckin' bank." HELLO?!?!?!?

Enter Otis, once again, being the most normal person in this entire movie lmfao.

Baron hesitates on the bank idea, and Marmalade is immediately like "I LIKE U" kisses his face....I see what ur doing here, girl. I see u.

I honestly cannot tell if she's being genuine, but my money is on probably not.

Hearing Mama Eda's coughing in the background of their lovely moments makes my heart sink. Wow.

"Shoot the camera with what?" Oh, Baron. Oh, honey lamb...

The way she CACKLES when Baron gets scared by the gun, oh my god.

(I'm really not a fan of the nickname "Puppet." Shit makes me cringe for him - more foreshadowing imo so far)

HIS MAMA MARMALADE JAR TATTOO OMFG.

"GOT ME OVER HERE FEELIN' SHIT. I'M INSPIRED, MOTHERFUCKER." Otis is the realest lol.

THE WAY HE ALMOST FORGOT MAMA EDA'S MOON PIES OH MY GOD NO. She's distracting him from his mom while she needs him, I'm gonna cry for real....

OH GOD THE SCARE. THE SCARE. I was going to LOSE MY MIND if she had died right there. And he noticed something's up with the pills.....and Marmalade's all passed out? Hmmmmmmm.

Damn...when Baron pressures Marmalade to tell him about her life... you know she's been through some shit. And she's running from more than she lets on.

Oh, God. Her story breaks my heart... and Baron does his best to comfort her. Bless him...

THE ABSOLUTE TERROR ON BARON'S FACE AS MARMALADE ROBS THE PEOPLE AT THE ANTIQUE SHOP?! Poor boy. Oh my god....

"I was just playin" oh my god.

And he starts to try to back out. He wants to. And she comes back with "She's gonna fuckin' die." this POOR BOY. SOMEONE HELP HIM.

AND WHEN HE WANTS TO GO CHECK ON HIS MOM.. and Marmalade says "I can do it." I don't trust that. I do not trust that at all....I gotta know what's going on there.

BARON'S LITTLE ASTRONOT ON HIS CEILING, I can't... crying.

AND NOW SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH MAMA EDA. Conveniently as soon as Marmalade went to go see her?!

AND SHE DIED?!?! WHAT THE FUCK. NO. NO NO NO NO NO. Fuck this.

Oh, Otis..... my heart. :( I just want to give him a hug. Also bless him for looking out for Baron.

"Clench your buttcheeks" lmfao. Good advice, Otis.

"I think you got somethin' in your braid." BARON NO.

Aaaaaand now they're fighting.

OTIS OH NO. He was just trying to protect Baron :( poor Otis.

OH MY GOD SPECIAL AGENT OTIS??!?!?!?!??! HELLO WHAT?!

SAME DRESS, SAME MISSPELLINGS, SAME WRITING, BABY DOLL BANDIT?! Okay. She's on some real shit. I need to know more.

Aaaaaand Baron calls her. Rule Number One, all jail phone calls are recorded unless you're calling a secure attorney line. The End. Never, ever, ever do what he just did.

He doesn't need to rob the bank oh my god..... AND HERE SHE GOES AGAIN WITH HER BULLSHIT. And she's PREGNANT?! THAT WAS FUCKIN FAST?! Oh, Baron, no, no, no, no, no.

And she's such an asshole to him about being the driver.

Ngl, I think he outfit is so cute tho. Courtney Love vibes.

Okay, I love the dance number lmfao. Please tell me that's actually them dancing. I need to know. AND THE SEQUINS.

Marmalade squeals with delight. Baron screams in terror. My feels.

"Somethin' doesn't smell right." YOU BET, BABY. TELL HER WHAT'S UP. Poor baby is so uncomfortable.

"How come you know so much?" HE'S NOT STUPID. DON'T UNDERESTIMATE BARON.

"I might've done this once before." YOU DON'T SAY, MARMALADE. YOU DON'T SAY.

"Did you just fart?" ->->->->-> "I thought you can't smell." HE'S ONTO YOU, MARMALADE.

I just know the baby's fake. I just know it. I know it in my heart.

AND HE FINDS MAMA EDA'S PILLS IN MARMALADE'S CAR.

Oh, he has the gun on her. Oh, boy. Oh, baby.

Poor Baron. He's just unraveling, poor baby.

"It was just Mama Eda's time." Kinda wanna punch her, ngl.

Oh now the police are here and BARON... "We gotta go outside and apologize." THIS POOR BOY IS TOO GOOD.

God, I STILL cannot tell if she's ever being genuine. And I almost think she held Baron up for just a SECOND longer so he'd get caught and she could run.

RUN BABY RUN PLEASE OH NO. Oh no. He's too good. Baron's just too good.

OKAY. But he's for real pushing him out there.

Oh, they're tracking him. And Ted with his Shakespeare quotes lol.

Awww....Baron goes to visit Mama Eda first thing... sweet boy. I just want to hug him. :(

THE POOR DUDE IN THE CAR, he was so terrified. Of course the car was ditched. Of course.

The fuck is he pulling out of that chimney? Newspaper clippings?

OKAY WAIT. WHAT'S THE JAR OF MARMALADE ON MAMA EDA'S GRAVE FOR. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING NOW.

Baron......BARON?!?!?!?

WAS SHE FAKE THIS WHOLE TIME?!

HE'S CUTTING HIS HAIR?!

He ain't no dummy. Baron is NOT stupid. QUITE the opposite, I think, at this point.

Oh. My god. WHAT is happening.

Joe Keery dressed as a mystery woman. All right.

"Take care now" WHAT IS HAPPENING. OH MY GOD. The way he takes that wig off and how fucking stoked he is lmao.

"There is no girl." WHAT.

OKAY SEXY JOE KEERY IS BACK WASSUP.

L-A-M-R-A-M. Huh. Pharmaceuticals. I am so confused.

OH BUT THE LOOK IN HIS EYES.

I am SO FUCKING AS;DFJSA;ODIFHSD; WHAT IS HAPPENING.

This dude's money. Who is this dude. Have I missed something. Oh, Don Frankels, CEO -- BARON PHARMACEUTICALS?!??!?!?!?

OH MAN, HE WAS NEVER NO SIMPLETON. THIS IS BIG BUSINESS.

Oh, but he has a white cane......

OH. OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, I don't like Don. We don't like him at all.

JAR OF MARMALADE. HE WAS THERE.

Okay but WHO IS HE AND WHAT IS GOING ON. I NEED TO KNOW MORE. NEED.

"What's real, what's fake?" MY QUESTION, TOO, TED.

OKAY THE FUCK?! What's in the envelope.......

"Sorry for your loss." ->->->->-> "My what?" WHAT THE FUCK.

"I'm taking care of my mother. I hope you'll do the same," AND A TICKET TO JAMAICA. HE KNEW THE WHOLE TIME?!?!??!!?!?!?

HE KNEW. THE WHOLE TIME.

IS HIS MOM ALIVE?!?!?!?! IS SHE?!?!?!?!

I'm crying. For real, I'm crying.

He's just delivering meds to all these boxes....?

AND EDA. THE MOON PIES. HIS MOM. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHH IT WAS SO GOOD. SO FUCKING GOOD. I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh, I could not have prepared myself. SO fucking good. Will watch again and again.

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Chapter 7

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It was August now, y/n felt somewhat settled in forks and she made her first friend. Jacob and Y/n hung out almost every day. He showed her all the best food places, the coolest hidden spots in the forest,and the best cutest shops around. He also took her to the rez a couple times, she met Quil,Seth and the famous Embry Jacobs best friend. Seth took a small liking to y/n, he was younger than Jacob, he was 14 around her brothers age. She soon introduced them and they became somewhat friends.

Tyler was a little bit more meaner than Seth, so they didn’t exactly mixed but they Seth would go over to play video games and that’s when they would perfectly mix. They both were raging hotheads but they made a good duo on a game. One day y/n invited Jacob and them to hang out at her house with her and Tyler. They all sat in the living room playing games.

“Y/n there’s someone els I wanna introduce you to” Jacob told y/n when they went to grab more snacks in the kitchen.

“Her name is Bella, she’s your age actually.”

“OHH YES A GIRL FINALLY!” Y/n said excitedly.

“I figured you guys are going to the same school, and you’re in the same grade so might as well introduce you.”

“Took you long enough. No offense you boys are nice but the amount of testosterone or lack of, is getting annoying.” She said with a little jokingly attitude

“Hey come on. To be fair she has a boyfriend and they’re basically glued to the hip.” Jacob said a little annoyed

“Okay when can I meet her?” Y/n asked

“A few of us are headed down to the beach this weekend. I invited Bella, I told her about you and she’s excited to meet you too”

“Ohh okay yea I’m down, I’ll bring Tyler too.”

-skip to the weekend-

Y/n and Tyler arrive to la push. They brought blankets, some snacks and cones for a soccer game the boys were planing on playing.

“The Lara’s have arrived !” Jacob said in a terrible English accent gretting theme

“Ah yes grace us with your presence but not help me” y/n said trying to balance the blankets, basket of good, and her belongs.

“Here I got some” Seth said grabbing the blankets

“Alright where do I set up camp” y/n said jokingly

“Right down there, Bella there introduce yourself. I’m gonna go set up the cones with Tyler” Jake said pointing to a pale brunette before leaving

Tyler, Jacob, Quil, Embry are setting up their “field” and y/n can faintly hear their arguments on how they want to set it up. As she walks towards the girl. She sees Bella has a book just sitting on a foldable chair with an umbrella.

“Hey you’re Bella right? I’m y/n” she said putting her stuff down.

“Hey, it’s nice to finally meet you” Bella responded with a small smile

“Mind if I set up right here?” Y/n asked her

“Please. Ohh you brought food! Emily and Sam haven’t finished yet.” she said

Y/n sets her blanket down under the shade and opens up her basket offering Bella a water.

“Honestly I’m surprised this beach is actually beachy like with sand you know?”

Y/n says starting up a convo

“Yea it took them awhile to bring me to one. I not a big fan of beaches but this one is nice and calm.” Bella responded

“I’m hoping to get a little swimming in and maybe a tan.” Y/n said taking off her jean shorts that had a bikini underneath just leaving her in just light shirt.

“It’ll be nice but I hate the wet feeling. That’s why I brought my book but I brought a bikini just in case.” Bella said

“Oh well I hope you can join me later” y/n told her “I’m gonna just lay here for a bit. Beach naps are the best.”

Y/n and Bella just chilled together waiting for the rest to arrive, getting to know one another.

“Wait so when Jake was little, you guys made mud pies and he actually ate it ?” Y/n and Bella were both laughing historically sharing stores

“Yes oh my god he’s was 6 at the time he didn’t know any better” Bella said laughing

“Hey guys the Emily here with the food come on!” Seth said coming to get us

“Oh and don’t stare, Sam doesn’t like it” Bella told her

“Oh um okay” y/n agreed

When they met up with the rest of the group she saw Emily and her bf. She noticed the big scar on her face but respected what a Bella said

“Oh you just be y/n! It’s so nice to have another girl here ! You’re so pretty, you have such a warm welcome energy” she said opening her arms for a hug “this is Sam my boyfriend” she said introducing them

“Hi y/n nice to meet you. Jacobs said some wonderful stuff about you” Sam told her

“Oh thanks nice to meet you too, you lucked out with an Emily shes beautiful.” Y/n said complimenting her

“Paul and Jared are on their way” Sam said

“Come on guys let’s dig in!” Emily said as she finished setting up the picnic tables

Y/n sits in between Bella and Seth. She grabs a plate and gets hotdog Sam grilled up and Emily freshly made dip with some chips and fruit salad. Theyre all sitting together sharing stories and it feels like a family.

10 minutes past .Tyler and Seth left to play soccer and a truck pulls up. Y/n assuming it’s Paul and Jared. They get out the truck and they meet up with Sam at the grill

“mmm smells delicious chef Sam” one says

“Alright Jared get a plate help yourself.” He grabs a burger and takes in Seth’s spot beside you.

“You got burgers ?” The other one says

He sounded familiar. You peak to take a look but all you see is the back of his head.

He grabs a plate and assembles his burger taking Tyler’s seat in front of you.

“What up guys ! Man this burger looks amazing.” He says “After todays shift I am starving-”

You guys both look up and make eye contact.

ITS HIM.

Paul doesn’t finish his sentence, you guys have finally met again and his heart leaps.

“Paul your drooling.” Embry makes a side comment

So Paul’s his name. He hits Embry shoulder with red cheeks

“Hey aren’t you the guy who gave me directions?” Y/n asked hoping he remembered.

“Yea, I am um I’m surprised your remember.” Paul said shly

“How can I forget a cute face.” Y/n accidentally said out loud. “Oh my god I didn’t mean to say that out loud-” she said covering her mouth completely red

“I’m not gonna lie I hoped to run into you again but it’s been a month I was losing hope” he said trying to make her feel better

“You always called me Quil. I am ugly to you then?” Embry said with a hand over his heart jokingly but not. Everybody at the table laughed at embrys broken heart.

“Wait how do you know eachother?” Jacob asked

“When I first dropped you off I got lost and I asked Paul for directions. At the time I obviously didn’t know him but now we had our reunion” y/n said giving Paul a little joke pout and a giggle

“Paul come here for a minute, uh I need help with uh the burgers.” Sam called for him

“Boss needs me” Paul said giving her a smile

“Wait so whats your name?” He asked

“Y/n”

And that’s when Paul found his new favorite word

Paul heads over to Sam.

"So when were you gonna tell us?" Sam asked him

"Tell you what?" Paul told him trying to act dumb

"You know you can hide it from the rest of them but no me. I've done it and it's obvious you have too." Sam said

"Fine, I have, how did you know?"

"You've have outburst for the littlest things this month. You always leave the room when me and Emily would be all affectionate and l've heard your thoughts once."

"Oh well yeah it happened like when she said and right before I went on patrol. I didn't know what to do, she was a complete stranger I didn't wanna chase after her and scare her" Paul explained

"Yeah I get it. Remembery story on how l imprinted on Emily ? I was with Leah her cousin. It was messy and she didn't want it at first but you know it all worked out. It's not just you that it effects, her too. She could have dreams, maybe she felt something missing but with Emily she slowly starting coming to me and now here we are."

"Well Emily is apart of the tribe, she knows all the secrets and the customs. But with Y/m she just moved here. She didn't know a thing about us and I don't wanna be like 'oh the universe says you're my perfect match let's go get married tomorrow!' I don't wanna scare the poor girl."

"Exactly tho, the universe literally said your eachother perfect match. You don't have to rush into now, become friends with her. You don't have to have anything romantic right now. You can be a friend, brother, protecter. Maybe eventually you become something more." Sam finished

"Hey come on were gonna start out game!"

Jacob yelled out to them

"Alright let's go"

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jvblood · 2 years

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first encounter

pairing: argyle x gn!reader

word count: 2k

summary: majority wins in a discourse of where to eat, you were the unlucky one to go get the pizza but it doesnt feel the unlucky when you see him at the register

WARNINGS: none, i think : D here is part 2 : )

a/n: i wrote partners last night and this one literally today. Im going out to eat and you bet your bottom dollar that im cooking up the next fic

The thing about you is that you like control. Not in the freaky way, just the way you like to know every outcome and how to find the one where you were positive that you and whoever you were with would be comfortable. Just like how tonight you and a couple of friends were struggling on what to eat. You wanted some chinese take out while the others wanted to get pizza. The four of you sitting in Janet's living room ‘contemplating’ on where to eat. You knew the answer already.

“The majority votes on pizza.” Janet said. One thing about Janet you always knew is how she always said majority wins. She’s not wrong but honestly it can be annoying.

“Fine but I get to choose the toppings!” You declare.

“That’s fine but you have to get toppings for two pies.” Chandler says. The stomach that this guy has is like an empty pit. Not that there’s anything wrong but you seriously consider if he’s ever going to regret those choices.

“I know, meathead.” You say playfully rolling your eyes.

“Wait, spin the bottle to see who goes to pick it up!” Danny says as he picks up a random coke bottle off the floor. He spins the bottle and it just so happened to land on you. You exclaim in frustration how this was unfair while the other three lay back in comfort.

“Hey, don’t hate the player, hate the bottle.” Chandler says as if that makes it better. You flip him off as you grab your bag and keys. Soon the other three put cash in the middle of the table and you grab their change.

“Anything else before I head out?” You ask out. They all shook their head no as they were already chilling watching the TV.

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You arrive at Surfer Boy Pizza and walk into the shop. The smell of oven baked pizza overwhelms your senses and the fast paced workers move as if they were bees in a colony. You see people sitting around waiting for their pizzas but fortunately there was no line. You see the cashier chilling talking to a coworker, his back towards you. You take in how his hair is probably a lot longer than it should be and consider if he’s breaking any health code violations. But he’s not making the pizzas so you should be fine. Right? The coworker makes notice of you coming in so he taps the assumed cashier for him to take your order.

“Welcome to Surfer Boy Pizza! My name is Argyle, how can I be of service to you today!” He greets very enthusiastically, looking down at the register before meeting your eyes. All that confidence he had to greet you suddenly flew out the window.

“Hi, I was wondering if I can get two pizzas?” You shyly answer back. Something about him made your heart skip a beat. Argyle. That’s what he said his name is. You think about it front to back knowing that ‘Argyle’ is probably the cutest guy you’ve ever seen.

“Yeah, perfect,” He stutters “ what, uh, toppings?”

“Oh! Yeah, can I get pepperoni on one and pineapple and ham on the other?”

“You like pineapple and ham on yours too!” He exclaims.

“Yeah, it’s like a delicacy!” “Oh sweet, dude, me too! Honestly, one of my top favorite toppings for my ‘za.” He says, writing down the order and putting the total through the register. You nod, not knowing if you could be the only one that feels this tension between the two of you.

“Your total will be $13.96.” Argyle says, waiting nicely for you to take out your wallet. Inside your wallet you fish out for the change only to realize you were two dollars short. Panic starts coursings through your veins as you try to hastily look for any change you could possibly have. You sigh out when you finally come to the realization you have. “Uhm, I hate to ask this but do you think I can come back in to grab two more dollars at home? I’m short a bit.” You shyly look away a bit embarrassed at the fact.

“Don’t sweat it bro, I got you!” He says waving his hand and grabbing his wallet from his back pocket.

“No, Argyle, you don’t have to do this.” You say hoping he didn’t have to pay for the rest.

“It’s just two dollars, dude, no worries.” He calmly says as he puts your cash and his two dollars into the register.

“Are you sure, I mean I could always come back and get it?” You bargain, really hoping that could come back.

“Dude, it’s fine. I gotchu, consider this a friendly gesture.” He shrugged it off. You smile and thank him for showing such kindness to you. Something in your stomach feels funny. Were you sick? Do you need to use the restroom? No this wasn’t any guttural instances where you need to be rushed to the nearest toilet. It was butterflies. It feels like shit but feels exhilarating. Little did you know Argyle was feeling the same way. As ironic as it sounds he fell a little bit when you walked through the door but when you mentioned your favorite topping he fell a bit harder.

You sit and wait for your pizzas considering it won’t be that long. You look around the shop and take it in, before you realize your pizza is already finished. You walk up to the counter and take the pizza from Argyle. You gave him a nod and thank you as you were about to head out. He has this boyish smile that makes you have goosebumps. Trying to play it off as casually as possible you balance the two pizzas into one hand to open your car door and slap the back of your neck for acting so awkward. You’re silently cursing at yourself for thinking you look like a fool back there and Argyle watched the whole thing happen. He couldn’t help himself; he was really enthralled with you. Yet, he had work to do and take the next customer's order.

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It’s been a couple days since you went to the pizza shop and once again your friends are figuring out somewhere to eat. The four of you are in Chandler’s car trying to come up with a plan on wear to pig out for the evening. “How about pizza?” You ask hoping someone will say yes. “Oh, hell yeah.” Chandler says as he puts the car in drive heading to the place you dreamed of. “Just make sure we have enough money, yeah? Argyle was lucky enough to spend his own money to pay off the rest.” You say as you begin looking through your own wallet to see what you have from this week's allowance.

“Argyle?” Janet asks.

“Yeah, he’s the cashier that was working when I was there.” You mindlessly say as you grab your end of change.

“Oh! You mean the guy that you’ve been stalking?” Danny says, turning around in the front seat to look at you.

“Stalking? Stalking! I’m not stalking anyone!” You shout, emphasizing on the ‘anyone’.

“You’re being defensive–they’re being defensive, aren’t they?” Janet asks the other two as well and they agree and say ‘yup’, ‘duh’. She pushes you playfully and says, “You need to calm down, it’s okay to have a crush.”

“I’m not confirming nor denying that statement, so keep your thoughts to yourself.” You huff, crossing your arms and looking out the window. The three all look at you smirking, knowing that they’re right.

Soon enough, you arrived at the shop. All four of you exited the car and Danny opened the shops door for all of you to head inside. Janet whistles to grab your attention and point to the cashier. It was him. You felt your shoulders relax as you saw him. He was a bit messy with flour on him. Danny and Chandler look at you as if you just asked what two plus two is. The four of you made it to the counter waiting for him to come take your orders. Argyle comes up, breathless, wiping the flour off as much as possible.

“Hey, dude! Nice to see you again.” He says, failing to get the flour off and just spreading it all over him even more. You giggle at how it just spreads even more and look him in the eyes. After failing to get it off, he gives up and just looks at you, noticing you look at him. His shoulders slumps and he smiles. The other three are just watching in discomfort watching you two interact. The romantic tension is actually causing harm to them. “Yeah, we’d like two pizzas please.” Janet says breaking the tension. Argyle looks at her and nods as he writes it down.

“Pepperoni and pineapple and ham, again?” Argyle asks as he looks up at you.

“Uhh–” you shake yourself from your thoughts, “is that alright with you guys?” You ask the others to make sure that was alright. They all agree, taking a mental note on how he remembered the pizza order from the other night. You tell him that’ll be great for the toppings.

“Anything else?” He asks, looking at you, not intentionally ignoring the others. He just wanted to hear you speak again.

“Yeah, we’ll get a couple of drinks, thanks.” Chandler says as he pulls out his portion of cash. The other two take out what they have and finally you did as well. “That’ll be $16.46.” He says as he opens the register. You take the rest of the group's cash and see that you have well over enough. You hand the money to Argyle, he grazes his fingers over yours while taking the money. He hands you the change and the receipt as the others find a seat. You thank him and go sit next to your friends.

“Him? Really?” Danny says, throwing his thumb over his shoulder to point at Argyle.

“Shut up.” “I’m just being real right now, bud.” Danny says, throwing his hands up in defense.

“Dan’s not wrong,” Chandler says, sneaking a glance at Argyle “ you ended a relationship with that one guy because he was too ‘laid back’ and him! He’s just as laid back– or even more laid back!”

“Yeah, dude, the two of you just don’t look.” Janet says, trailing on her words as she couldn’t find the right words to say.

“What? Don’t look like what?” You argue back.

“All I’m saying is if I saw you and him together, I’d think you’d be his babysitter.” Danny says, taking a sip of his drink.

“Wow.” You huff out, crossing your arms. “Hey, you said you weren’t confirming or denying if you had a crush on him!” Danny exclaims trying to prove you have no reason to be upset.

“Shut up, Danny. You’re pissing me off.” You scowl as you reach for a pen from your bag. You pull the cap off and write your name and number on the receipt.

Soon enough, your order is ready and you shoot out of your seat to grab the pizzas. You have two dollars in hand and the receipt with your digits on it, content to give both to Argyle.

“Here you go.” Argyle breaths out, exhaling the breath he didn’t notice that was stuck in his throat. “And here you go,” You say holding out the note and two dollars “consider this a friendly gesture.” With that you walked back to your friends with pizzas in hand. Argyle looks down at the receipt and two dollars and smiles. He quickly glances up to see you looking back at him and a gesture of a phone, signaling for him to call you.

“Thought you said it wasn’t a crush.” Chandler teases you as he takes the pizza from you, opening a box and stealing a slice. You flick his forehead grabbing a slice from the pineapple and ham box.

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theladyofdeath · 1 year

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The Holiday {4}

Ships: Nesta x Cassian / Aelin x Rowan

Written alongside @snelbz

Trope(s): Christmas, fluff, love at first sight, enemies to lovers

Summary: Nesta has just been dumped. Aelin hates her job. Both women need an escape from reality and with Christmas quickly approaching, it's the perfect time for a getaway. After discovering a trend where people can swap houses for a non-traditional vacation experience, these two women decide to spend the holidays in each other's homes. With their houses comes a series of unique experiences and a couple of handsome suitors. It's time to see just how much a change of scenery and two weeks of Christmas solitude and romance can change a person.

A/N: I hope you're all enjoying the fluff! x

Rating: M for mature - language, smut, substance use, etc. 18+.

Inspired by The Holiday (2006).

There was a diner Aelin had noticed as she was shopping the day before, nestled in between the grocery store and the pharmacy, and despite the entire kitchen’s worth of groceries she had bought, the idea of a greasy bacon cheeseburger was enough to make her stomach grumble. Before she’d even fully made the decision to stop on the way home, she was pulling into the parking lot and cutting the engine.

The neon lights around the edge of the roof, still bright in the afternoon sun, were humming as she pushed open the door and let herself in.

The hostess, wearing the cutest vintage green dress Aelin had ever seen, greeted her with a smile and led her to a booth along the front windows. She was considering the merits of ordering a chocolate milkshake to go along with her burger when a familiar voice broke her out of her thoughts.

“Are you stalking me?”

Coming to an abrupt halt, Aelin looked at the booth they were just about to pass and found Rowan smirking at her.

She managed to pull a chuckle out of her surprise. “I would say no, but recent evidence is starting to prove otherwise.”

His grin softened. “Care to join me?”

Aelin hesitated. “Oh, I don’t want to interrupt.”

Rowan shrugged. “I’m alone. All you’d be interrupting is the time I waste on my phone.”

Aelin glanced at the waitress who was waiting, humored eyes dancing between Rowan and Aelin, before she nodded. “Okay, sure. But don’t judge the display of food that’s about to be laid out before me.”

Rowan closed his menu as Aelin sat down across from him. “No judgment.”

“Rowan’s won a few too many contests here to judge anybody,” the waitress mumbled before giving Aelin a menu and a wink and walking away.

Aelin slowly turned to Rowan, brow lifted. “Contests?”

Rowan cringed. “Yeah, you know…pies…onion rings…”

“Onion rings?” Aelin laughed. “How many onion rings do you have to eat to win an onion ring eating contest?”

She swore he turned a light shade of green. “Too many.”

Aelin’s laughter continued as she opened her menu. “Fair enough. We all have our hobbies, I guess.”

Rowan chuckled. “Yeah, well, that was years ago. If I tried that now, I don’t think I’d make it. Not as young as I once was.”

He had to be under thirty, maybe a year or two older than herself, but Aelin just rolled her eyes. “Excuses.”

The waitress came back and, just to smite the man across from her, Aelin ordered a large heap of onion rings to go with her burger and milkshake.

The small talk was easy, never a lull between their words and laughter. Until Rowan asked, “So why come to Orynth and spend Christmas alone?”

Aelin, halfway through her chocolate shake, despite the fact that their food hadn’t yet come to the table, hesitated.

Rowan picked up on it immediately. “Hey,” he said, voice calm and cool. “If it’s personal, you don’t have to talk about it.”

She shook her head. “It’s not, I just…needed a break from life. I got to the point where I wanted to run away, so…I did. Just for a little while.”

Rowan’s arm rested along the back of the booth and his fingers were constantly moving. It fascinated Aelin, reminding her of fingers moving along guitar strings.

“I get that,” he said, after a minute. “If there’s ever a place to run away to, this is it. You get solitude but not so much that you go insane.”

“Are you from here?” Aelin asked.

Rowan shook his head. “Doranelle. Went to university in Orynth, though, then stayed. I prefer it up here than in the city.”

Aelin nodded. “I can see why. It’s beautiful.”

Rowan agreed. “It is. It felt like home right away. Now I don’t see myself leaving.”

“It’s a great place for a lumberjack turned tree farmer,” Aelin noted.

Rowan laughed. “Is that what I am?”

Aelin lifted a brow. “So it seems.”

Rowan pressed his lips together as he nodded. “I guess I’m a man of many trades.”

Aelin was about to ask him what all of those trades were, but then her food was set down in front of her and her mouth watered. The bacon cheeseburger was massive and smelled heavenly.

Rowan ordered a patty melt and a plate of fries, which he wasted no time digging into.

“All the ladies here seem to know you pretty well,” Aelin said, ripping into an onion ring.

“It’s a small town.” Rowan shrugged. “Everyone knows everybody pretty well.”

It was so different from Velaris. Aelin was constantly meeting new people every day and rarely saw them more than once, unless they were a close friend, of course. The idea of such a small town where everyone knew everyone was charming.

As if sensing where her thoughts had drifted, Rowan asked, “Do you like living in Velaris?”

“I do,” she said, and it was true although it definitely had as many cons as pros. “It’s massive and hectic and loud, but there’s something about it that you can’t find anywhere else.”

“I went a few years ago just to see Starfall,” Rowan said, voice soft, genuine. “I’d never seen anything like it.”

“Starfall is why I stayed,” she sighed, thinking of the one night a year that everyone gazed at the sky, no matter who you were or what you were doing. “I saw it my freshman year and fell in love.”

“You went to VU?” He asked, popping a fry into his mouth.

Taking a sip of her milkshake, Aelin nodded. “I did. Starfall was always a little…wild on campus.”

She immediately fell into a story from her junior year, when she, Chaol and Dorian had decided to break onto the football field and watch the stars from there. They had almost gotten caught, only getting away from security thanks to some quick thinking by Dorian, opening and closing a door to get the guard off their trail.

She was still laughing when Rowan asked, “Why didn’t he come with you?”

“Who?” Aelin blinked. “Oh, Dorian? I haven’t seen him in a few months. We all get together every couple months, but it’s hard during the holidays.”

There was a beat of silence and then Rowan asked, “So Dorian isn’t your boyfriend?”

The irony of the fact that Chaol had been her boyfriend at the time wasn’t lost on her, but she shook her head. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Rowan stared at her for a minute before saying, “Sorry, I assumed.”

Aelin shrugged, picking up the last bite of her burger. “Don't be. I don’t date much, to be honest. I work too much.”

“I get that,” Rowan said, pushing his empty plate aside.

“How about you?” Aelin asked, dwelling in the last few sips of her shake. “Date much in a tiny town like this?”

It was a playful question, and Aelin’s tone had been light, but there was nothing light in Rowan’s eyes as they drifted away from Aelin’s. “Not really. How was your food?”

She could take a hint.

Feeling like she suddenly crossed a line she shouldn’t have with this stranger, Aelin called for her check. “I’m sorry, I feel like I’ve taken up too much of your time. You’re probably busy.”

Rowan’s eyes snapped back to hers and they were full of surprise. “Oh, no. A perk of being self-employed is that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.” Aelin chuckled but the mood had shifted. He went on, “Although I guess I should get back to the lot. This next week will be a little hectic.”

“I’m sure,” Aelin said, pulling her wallet out of her bag. “The tree is beautiful in the living room, by the way. It’s stunning.”

Chuckling, Rowan reached into his pocket and withdrew his own wallet. He’d stopped by around eight-thirty and had Aelin’s tree in place moments later. His visit had been brief, but Aelin had enjoyed his presence, just like she had today. He was easy to talk to. “Did you really decorate it last night?”

“Absolutely.” Their server stopped by, dropping off their checks. “Took about an hour and a bottle of wine, but that cottage is ready for Christmas.”

Before Aelin could react, Rowan had grabbed both checks and stood. “If you wouldn’t mind some company, I’d love to see it.”

Aelin was so shocked by his offer that she didn’t even try to stop him. “I— You would?”

He smiled, offering her his hand to rise from the booth. “I’ll be honest, the decorations aren’t that important, but I’ll pretend if you’d like me to.”

Aelin had to get it together. This trip was not about a hookup, this trip was about relaxing and taking time for herself. But here she was, staring like a mooning teenager. Putting her hand in his, Aelin stood, tossing her loose hair over her shoulder. “I’ll have to make sure I’m free.”

Rowan’s smile twisted into a handsome smirk. “I hadn't mentioned when yet.”

“Oh.” Aelin managed not to cringe.

“How about you text me and let me know if you’re free,” he said, heading for the register with a wink.

Just fully registering that he was walking off with her check, she blurted, “Thank you!”

His shoulders shook with silent laughter. “My pleasure.”

He paid, and she hurried to the car before she could come up with an awkward goodbye. As she slid into Nesta’s driver’s seat, her heart was racing. Yet, even as she drove back to the cottage, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to say no to Rowan’s offer.

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After that first night, Nesta had spent every night at the townhouse in quiet, peaceful solitude. Yet, as she looked at her nicer clothes, she wondered if she should go out.

Cassian hadn’t been back yet but she saw him leaving a half hour before with his guitar. It wasn’t that she was creeping or stalking or anything near, but she’d looked out the kitchen window at just the right time to see him loading up his car and driving away.

The temptation to go get another burger was overwhelming.

But then she would be seeing Cassian, would risk him thinking that she had come only to see him, and that seemed horrible.

The last thing Nesta wanted was for this cocky asshole to think that she was going to watch him perform.

She’d gotten a text from Aelin that morning, asking if she minded if she used her car. After giving her permission, Nesta took her opportunity to ask about Cassian. Aelin apologized profusely, but Nesta told her not to worry about it. Aelin told her Cassian was a good guy, that they’d been neighbors for almost three years and he was one of the best guys she knew.

Nesta glared at her phone as she read the text, despite it being what she needed to hear.

No, she was not in danger of him coming back.

No, he was not going to come back and rob the place.

Yes, he really was just trying to be nice.

All day long, she considered how to spend her evening. She had weeks to get the next draft of her book to her publishers, so she decided against writing. She was sick of cooking for herself and a burger really did sound delicious.

Not to mention, she was out of wine.

With a sigh of resignation, Nesta headed for the bathroom to get ready. She supposed she owed him an apology for threatening him with a frying pan.

Embarrassed to admit that she had changed her outfit twice, Nesta was out the door in under an hour and walking toward the bustling city. The starlight above her had already begun to shine, the sun long forgotten. Snow steadily fell around her, but it was still and calming. There was no wind and the temperature was decent enough for winter.

With the city lights coming upon her, it was a beautiful sight.

The Illyrian was packed, as usual, and instead of a table she offered to sit at the bar so that she wouldn’t have to wait. Cassian was in the middle of a song and didn’t seem to notice her as she entered. Not that he should, she thought, he doesn’t even know me.

The same guy - Rhysand - was behind the bar, pouring drinks. He poured Nesta a Jack and Coke before taking her order and putting it into the kitchen.

As she waited for her food, Nesta spun on her barstool and leaned back against the smooth surface, drink in hand. Cassian played a ballad she had never heard of but didn’t mind, especially the way that Cassian sang it, his lips close to the mic and his eyes closed.

She took the opportunity to look at him a little closer. His hair was loose tonight and Nesta had to admit she preferred it that way, compared to the little bun she’d seen it in as well. He’d traded out his seemingly constant rotation of black shirts for a plaid button up and the sleeves were rolled up his arms. She could see tattoos peeking out from under the fabric at both his forearms and his chest.

He was so incredibly attractive. The issue was that he knew it. Oh, he knew it, and it was so blatantly obvious in the way he carried himself.

His eyes opened and roamed across the tables of women who sat near the stage. She couldn’t tell if he was tipsy or if his eyes were laden with lust, but either way the look on his face made her cheeks warm.

“I see you’re enjoying your vacation.”

Nesta twirled around, narrowly avoiding spilling her drink, and saw she had been joined by two women.

One being Emerie, her server from the few days before.

“Oh, hi,” Nesta said, hoping she hadn’t been staring at Cassian with a string of drool dripping down her chin. “I— yeah, this place is incredible. The burgers are to die for.”

“True,” Emerie agreed, then nodded toward the stage. “And the music?”

Nesta cleared her throat. “The music is fine. Live music is always nice.”

The other girl snorted. “Not always. You should have heard the tool that was here last week. He brought a fiddle.” She shook her head. “It was weird folk music every night.”

Emerie rolled her eyes. “Nesta, meet Gwyn. Gwyn, this Nesta. She’s visiting from Orynth.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Nesta smiled, shaking Gwyn’s outstretched hand. She turned back to Emerie. “The music is nice. Not so sure about the musician.”

Her dark brows furrowed. “Cass? Why not?”

“He’s so nice,” Gwyn added.

Nesta backpedaled, not expecting the girls to know him. “I’m sure he is, we just…had an interesting introduction.”

The girls demanded she tell them the story and she relented, both of them howling at the idea of her using a frying pan as a weapon on an intruder.

The girls fell into easy conversation, the three of them chatting about anything and everything.

As they talked about their favorite books they’d read recently, Emerie waved down another bartender Nesta didn’t recognize to order them all another round. Gwyn got noticeably quiet as their drinks were set in front of them, Nesta’s dinner as well, and he asked if they needed anything else.

Emerie said something in reply but Nesta’s gaze had drifted back to the stage. Her back straightened when she realized that he was already watching her. His fingers picked the strings effortlessly as if all of his attention wasn’t on her. The intensity of his gaze took her breath away, and judging from the smirk on his lips, Nesta wondered just how red her cheeks were.

“I should go.”

Apparently, Emerie had been in the middle of a sentence because she came to an abrupt stop. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just…tired. I had a long day.”

Gwyn frowned. “Aren’t you going to finish your food first?”

Nesta looked down at her untouched burger. “I’ll take it with me.”

She glanced over her shoulder, quickly, but Cassian had moved on. He was now looking at a drunk blonde who looked like she was about to take her top off.

Good, if one of his groupies had his attention, that meant it wouldn’t be on her.

Nesta didn’t let herself linger on the ache in her chest that felt suspiciously like loneliness as she gave Emerie and Gwyn an Oscar worthy smile. “I’ll be here for another week and a half. We should get together for coffee or something while I’m here.”

After paying for her dinner, her drinks mysteriously not being on her bill, Nesta exchanged numbers with the girls and was headed out the front door when she heard her name.

Having someone call your name in any normal situation is often unexpected, but hearing your name called in an unfamiliar city?

Nesta froze where she stood on the sidewalk, fat flakes of snow still falling, and waited. She really shouldn’t have been surprised when Cassian pushed through the doors. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the townhouse.”

“But I just got done.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She was holding the to-go box with her burger in it in one hand, her other hand in her pocket. “And I’ve been here for about an hour already. I was ready to go.”

He took a step towards her. “Em and Gwyn would have liked for you to stay longer.”

Scoffing, Nesta asked, “Em and Gwyn? Or you? Shouldn’t you be wooing your fans?”

Cassian looked damn near offended by her comment. Or maybe it was her tone. “I’m sorry, have I done something else to piss you off?”

No. “I have to go. Have a good night.”

“At least let me give you a ride back,” he said, starting to follow her.

Nesta held up the hand that was in her pocket. “I’m perfectly capable of walking. You have better things to do.”

His brows furrowed but she ignored his quizzical expression as she turned her back to him and walked back toward Aelin’s house, hungry and alone.

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popculturebuffet · 4 months

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Valentine's Superhero Wedding Review Poll III

Hello all you happy people. For the past two years to celebrate the lovelist day of the year with my love of men, women and that beautifulu techiclor rainbow inbetween in costume who punch what good by letting my fine patrons pick out 3 superhero weddings, myself pick one, and you fine folks pick one of these for me to review. What says love more than some asshole in a costume crashing your wedding no?

So for your voting pleasure, here are this years nominees and the poll to pick your faviorite is below. Voting will close in a week. If it's a tie it's sudden death baby and if that ties.. well i'll just hav eto do both won't I. So vote whenever, vote soon, and vote with your heart, here are your nominees!

Lex Luthor and Adora of Planet Lexor (Action Comics 318-319)

Lex's pre crisis marriage has him doing the usual lex luthor things: escape prison, go to a planet he once fooled into thinking he's a great hero and Superman a villian.. then invite superman after the wedding to fake his own death and blame Supes for it.

Emma Frost and Tony Stark (Invincible Iron Man #10) Ones a life long playboy whose lasting relationships end in tears, betryal or the next set of writers wanting him to screw around again. The other's a life long career woman whose fine to flirt but mostly spends her time saving humanity and whose longest relationship was with a man she stole from his wife via very sketchy therapy practices. Naturally marriage is less out of love and more as a smokescreen to screw over a massive anti mutant biggot who used tony's tech to create a waking nightmare for mutant kind, but damn if it won't be fun anyway.

Luke Cage and Jessica Jones (New Avengers Annual #1) A relationship began in casual hookups and deep seated trauma, became one of marvel's most lasting and wholesome marriage and Hero for Hire Luke Cage and PI for hire Jessica Jones became the couple with the least time for your nonsense but the cutest baby. Naturally for their courtship their wedding involves a proposal luke announces to hold her to saying yes, a fight with an old foe turned into a scary monster/ super creep, and takes place just before the super hero community cracked in half.

Wally West and Linda Park (The Flash 132 and 159)

He was a fuck boy, she was a girl who didn't take his shit. Could they make it any more obvious. As wally west grew from irresponsible young ass to true hero worthy of the mantle flash he found his rock in reporter Linda Park, someone on his level willing to both call him out when he stupid, and support him when he's beating himself up too hard. Naturally given their marriage would be in trouble for the 2010's thanks to Dan DiDio's personal mission to make Wally West Fans suffer, their wedding ends in a magician making Linda disappear from everyone's memories, with the two finallyg etting married after antics with angsty future selves, Linda being Impulse's imaginary friend, and a picnic wedding to give us a happy end to Mark Waid's long and storied run and a happy start to one of the best marriages in comics

#superman #lex luthor #iron man #emma frost #wally west #linda park #luke cage #jessica jones #weddings #valentine's day #comics #marvel #dc

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equallyshaw · 1 year

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All Star Wedding feat. Sidney Crosby

- let’s pretend that Sid ditched this years all stars game lol

- also this is kinda a dig at sid because he hasn’t proposed yet lol

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@ninapetrova: all star off to a bang with my loves.

Tag:sid778

24.9k likes, 2.3k comments.

@nathanmackinnon: 🥹🥹 miss the fam

@ninapetrova: we miss you !!!

@evgenimalkin: need the wedding now !!

@ninapetrova: 👀👀👀👀 @sidneycrosby

@charlottewalker: sid she just called u out hehe

@krisletang: the best niece and nephews 💗

@catherineleflamme: they really are!

@veroniquelarose: someday that will be your guys wedding 😭

@marcandrefleury: if he ever proposes ..

@laurenoshie: I swear y’all are the cutest !!

@angelaprice: hottest mom eva

@ninapetrova: 🥹🥹 stopppp

@mel.landeskog: best way to spend the all star break 🙅🏼‍♀️

@ninapetrova: you already know !!

@paigelorenze: so stinkin cuteee, miss you all😘

@ninapetrova: miss you too!!

@carly.zucker: cutie pies

@hannahatcher: fav family 🫶🏻

@sid778: love you 🤍🤍

@ninapetrova: love you!!

@nikitamalkin: hottie alert

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@sid778: best all star break!

Tag: ninapetrova

134 likes, 34 comments.

@ninapetrova: 🫶🏻🫶🏻

@charlottewalker: WAIT

@charlottewalker: DID YOU @ninapetrova

@nathanmackinnon: wait wait wait wait

@evgenimalkin: didn’t tell you 2??

@catherineletang: 👀 the hand @krisletang

@carly.zucker: OMG OMG ITS HAPPENED

@ninapetrova: it did !!

@ninapetrova: loml

@nathanmackinnon: crying in the club

@andremarcfleury: sobbing

@andrewcogliano: little man growin up 😭

@hannahatcher: AHHH

@veroniquelarose: congrats guys!!

@nikitamalkin: favs!

Hope you guys enjoyed :) (and yes they did elope lol)

#Sidney Crosby #Sidney Crosby x oc #nhl #hockey #hockey blurb #nhl blurb #nathan mackinnon #marc andre fleury #evgeni malkin #Pittsburgh penguins #Colorado avalanche #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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usedpidemo · 1 year

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Hyewon may have an RBF but you can't deny she also has one of the cutest faces in kpop

GF VIBES OVER 1000!!!!

Love your works pi, patiently waiting for that next delete this vol

Yeah, Hyem is really sweet ☺️

Thank you! I really appreciate your support, maybe the next one’s happening sometime this month…

#asks #question #idevian

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nautiscarader · 1 year

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Azure reunion - ch. 1

Disclaimer: All characters are aged-up,to match the theme of the story, and make Ash's endless journey a little more realistic. I haven;t seen anipoke for ages, so Bulbapedia, you are my only hope. Vulpix is the cutest Pokémon. The last thing has nothing to do with the story, it is just true, fight me irl.

(Ao3)

It was good to back on the road. Or rather, above it. Feeling wind in his hair, as he sat on his trusty old Pidgeot, Ash Ketchum felt as if he was 10 years old again, starting his great journey…

It hasn't been that long since he arrived back from Galar, with dozens of new Pokémon at his side and shiny trophy with his name. His mom thought he'd stay home longer, but deep down she knew he wasn't made to sit down and bask in glory, his relentless spirit could only have been contained for so long…

He watched as clouds moved next to, underneath and around him, obscuring the many roads and landmarks he has visited over the last decade or so. Flocks of wild Starlys and Pidgeys surrounded them as they flew over the mountain ridge separating Kanto and Johto, with the peak of the majestic Mount Silver being the only higher point visible.

"Pika!"

His partner tugged Ash's collar, prompting him to ask Pidgeot to lower the altitude and let Pikachu choose where to land. As the clouds dispersed, they were presented with vast, lush forests and dozens of lakes that dotted northern Johto, with its most recognisable one shining with the glow of the red, afternoon sun.

"Do you want go for a swim in a lake, bud?"

"Pika!", Pikachu replied.

"Okay then, looks like we'll be landing there."

Ash leaned forward and hugged his beloved starter as Pidgeot dived down, looking for a place to land. In the distance, far beyond the tree line, they could spot a few rustic buildings, with the only larger, more noticeable one being the Pokémon Center.

The large wings of Pidgeot flapped one more time before his claws touched the ground, allowing its passengers to safely unboard.

"Thanks, buddy", Ash nuzzled against Pidgeot's feathers. "Here, you deserve this, you flew half the continent."

He reached into his backpack, procuring a huge pile of choped berries, which Pidgeot began munching on immediately. Ash stretched his arms and walked towards the lake, marvelling at the colours of the sky reflecting in its surface.

…at least until a splash of water hit his face, nearly causing him to trip and fall.

"What the heck?", Ash looked around spotting the creature that splashed him. A rather bulky Azumarill puffed its cheeks, ready to hit the human again, but Ash's Pikachu was already on the case, jumping to protect him.

Azumarill evidently did not expect to find an electric mouse there, but it didn't give up, throwing mud at its foe to shield itself from its electricity.

"Oh, you think this will slow him down?", Ash smirked, "Use Electro Ball!"

Pikachu curved its tail and leaned forward, ready to tirn into a ball of lightning, his agile moves tossing any bit of ground and dirt sticking to its face. It rushed towards the mouse, but deliberately dodged its punch, surrounding it from the back in a swift distraction. With an upper paw, he began glowing and charged at the frightened Pokémon, watching as its fear-filled eyes got bigger and bigger until… they disappeared in a flash of light.

"Pika?!"

"No, return!"

A new voice caught their attention as Azumarill was returned to its owner's Pokéball, vcausing Pikachu to collide with Ash with tremendous force, making the two fall into lake with a far greater splash.

For quite a moment, Ash was confused as to what has happened, until the same voice brought him back to reality… but only just, as the familiar tone nearly made him fall again.

"Ash?!"

As his vision cleared up, he was greeted with wide-open,surprised blue eyes, and the red hair, matching the tone of the late afternoon sky.

"Misty?!"

"Pikachu-Pi!", Pikachu joined him, as the young woman reached her hand to help him get up.

For quite a while, Ash was rendered speechless, unable to gather thoughts racing his mind. She was quite possibly the last person he expected to find, and now she was towering over him, he could see how much-and how little at the same time has changed.

Her hair style was different; gone was the single ponytail, in favour of more symmetric haircut, though still far from the lush, opulent hairdos of her sisters. Her suspenders were gone too, though she kept her yellow-and-blue attire, complemented by a fisherman's jacket with dozen of pockets, one of which housed her Mega Ring, as well as other Pokéballs.

But Misty was in for far bigger surprise when she finally helped him get up and found out she could no longer stare down at him, her eyes levelled at his far more pronounced jawline, covered in subtlest of stubbles. And when she finally looked at him, words were stuck in her throat as well, when she realised how much her friend has grown, and how he differed from the image she has seen on TV.

With their eyes fixated at each other, the two youngsters were left in a silent stalemate, gathering words that could express their feelings and thoughts that have accumulated over the years.

"Misty…"

"Ash…"

Their lips came within inches from each other, their breaths mixing, as the two came closer and closer….

At least until Misty delivered a solid punch to his head.

"WHY DID YOU ATTACK MY AZUMARILL?"

"Me?", Ash countered, assuming hi own fighting stance "Why did he splash us?!"

"Pika!", Pikachu chimed in.

"Cos he was securing my fishing spot!", she pointed back, at the slightly obscured blanket and tent, togther with fishing supplies left on the ground.

"Oh, I guess that-that does make sense…"

The two stared at each other in disbelief before bursting into laughter, interrupted only by Misty welcoming back Pikachu that leapt into her arms.

"Hey there! Long time no see…"

"Yeah, it's been a while since Alola…", he scratched his head. "You-you look great…"

"Well you do not", she countered sternly, catching his attention, "You are soaked!".

"Yeah, you are right, we should…"

#pokeshipping #aamr #aaml #lemon #nautiscaraderfics

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steelcrops · 2 years

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Susie x Noelle headcanons

Susie puts her arm around Noelle a lot. It makes her feel safe. Susie could not care any less about things like Christmas and the holidays, but she does invest some level of thought into them because Noelle likes them. Noelle bakes pies and pies exclusively. She cannot bake anything else. Susie texts Noelle at 2 in the morning just because. Noelle always tells her to fix her sleep schedule and tries to help, but Susie is so stubborn sometimes. They play Kirby games together. Noelle sees Kirby as the cutest little guy. Susie sees him as a murder weapon.

Noelle writes poetry and Susie sometimes assists. She's great company when it comes to stuff like that.

#deltarune #utdr #dr #noelle #susie #suselle #noelle holiday #deltarune noelle #noelle deltarune #susie deltarune #suselle deltarune

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peonierose · 1 year

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Home is where the heart is

Book: Open Heart x Red Carpet Diaries Crossover

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Rating: Fluff

Words: 3,000+

Summary: It’s Christmas time. Luna and Bryce get visited by Ethan & Hayley. But it looks like Luna gets to fangirl a little first.

A/N: I’m participating in the @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday Event as well as @choicesdecember2022 Day 7 - Middle of the Night

It’s that beautiful time of the year. Christmas. Though it is a very non-white Christmas in Hawaii. We still enjoy having a great dinner with family and friends. Sharing laughs and great stories. Exchanging gifts.

Our family loves to spend time at the beach. Going surfing, swimming, and having a great time with the family.

These are things that we want to do with our kids when they arrive in March next year.

When I think back to last year? So many things have changed.

Bryce and I were living with Keiki in Boston. I was working at that awful art gallery, which I’m glad I quit. I found something new and something better.

I proposed to Bryce. Which he still doesn’t shut up about. He says ”She put a ring on it“ I laugh silently at that.

B and I moved to Honolulu. We came back to where we both feel at home and alive. It’s our happy place, because home is where the heart is.

We’re carving our own path. Both B and I. While he works at the Kuakini Medical Center I accepted a job offer to teach art at the University of Hawaii.

Months later Bryce and I got our own little miracle when we found out we were expecting twins. Two girls. Can you believe that? It’s still insane to me and I have to grin at that.

We’re getting married, though we’re postponing it for the time being. We’ve both got so many things going on we just don’t want to get married in a hurry and without our close family and friends on our special day.

We also made some new friends. Two wonderful and amazing women. Meilani and Aubrey. Who are a great addition to our friend group.

”Luna?“

I get thrown out of my straying thoughts when I hear a deep male voice.

I sigh as I have to look up and up.

”So what’s on your shopping list? Did we get all the ingredients for the cookies, pies…and tartelettes? I don’t even know what that is, to be honest,“ Ethan says and moves the shopping cart further down the aisle. Past the bread and cereal. I have to grab some lucky charms for Bryce.

Ethan and Hayley are visiting us for a couple of days, before they fly back to Boston. Let’s not forget Jenner. Cutest dog in the world.

So I took Ethan grocery shopping. Best idea ever.

Damn, I hate the fact that Ethan is so tall. I basically have to run to catch up with him.

”Can you slow down? I’m way shorter than you and I’m also 6 months pregnant.“ I say and Ethan slows down blushing furiously.

”How’s the pregnancy going? Any weird food cravings that drive Bryce up the wall?“ he jokes and laughs.

”Does Bryce count as a food craving?“ I ask.

I am trying to act serious but I have to laugh at Ethan’s expression. He looks as if he bit into a lemon.

”I shouldn’t have asked,“ he mumbles.

I want to pat his shoulder but reach his midriff instead.

I grin.

”Don’t get your panties in a twist my little orange blossom.”

He sighs but endures my teasing.

”I know you love me too much to say anything about these cute little nicknames that I use. Between you and me I know I’m your favorite person next to Hayley.“

He just gives me a look and I grin.

”No weird food cravings. If you don’t count peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with banana slices inside as a food craving. Bryce makes a really good one. His pj and jelly sandwiches are the best.“

”Yeah because he can’t screw that up.“

Ethan laughs.

I pinch his arm and he rubs it afterwards.

”Don’t be mean. You don’t have to play the role of the grinch. It’s too early for that.“

I say and ask him to hand me the shopping list. To see what else we need.

We’re all going to make some delicacies this Christmas.

All of the Auclair family. Meaning me, my cousins Soraya, Evie, and Sky. My gran, my grandpa, mom and dad, my aunt Joe and my uncle Joseph.

Everyone is making a Hawaiian specialty. Can’t wait for that food fest.

Keiki and Bryce are going to help too. Although Bryce is just going to steal cookies and act as if the dog ate them. Nice try Lahela.

Soraya and her girlfriend Meilani, who is my OB/ Gyn and works together with Bryce and his other colleague Aubrey will join us too.

Maxi my best friend and her lover? Date buddy? Adam. I honestly don’t know the status of their relationship, but I’d say it’s somewhere between figuring things out and it’s complicated.

Maxi's mom Amara is going to be there too.

As for Maxi‘s brother Caelum? I don’t think he’s going to join us. Since he and Maxi have to meet again and start to patch things up. I just don’t think they are at that level yet. Rebuilding a relationship takes time. It doesn’t happen overnight.

But hey Christmas miracles happen all the time. I‘d wish they would be as close as they were before Maxi's dad died in a car accident.

Let’s not forget my brother and sister whom mom and dad recently adopted. It’s their first Christmas with all of us. It’s going to be magical.

A static voice sounds from the speakers above.

”Attention all customers. Don’t forget today is 50% off on all products from the produce and dairy aisles.“

Ethan and I move further into the condiments aisle.

”I need some cinnamon. For the snickerdoodles.“

I say and when I turn around I can see Ethan looks like a kid on Christmas morning. I smile and love the fact that he feels open enough to share his feelings. Whether he voices them out loud or just shows them.

We reach the produce aisle. Ever since I got pregnant with the twins I‘ve started to love fresh fruit and vegetables more and more.

I grab some mangos and look up when I almost drop said mangos.

I sigh and gently put the mangos into the shopping cart.

”Oh my god. Do you know who that is?“ I grab Ethan’s shirt.

Ethan looks around and tries to figure out who I could mean.

”Who?“

I take his chin and move it in the direction I meant.

”It’s Matt Rodriguez. Oh my god, I need to get an autograph. How do I look?“

Ethan eyes me as if I don’t have all cookies left in the jar.

”You look beautiful as always, but what about our ingredients for the cookies?“ he asks, looking down into our shopping cart.

”Who cares about cookies when you have Matt Rodriguez standing at the produce aisle.“

I say getting super excited.

”Who is Matt Rodriguez?“ Ethan asks.

”Have you been living under a rock E?“ I shake my head in disbelief.

”Does Bryce know you have a crush?“ he chuckles.

”Pfft. Please his guilty pleasure is Matt’s movie, Cactus Rose. We watch it together all the time.“

Ethan whistles.

”I’m seeing Bryce in a whole new light.“

I grin and can’t believe my luck. To meet an actor I admire and let’s be honest he’s hot. He’s got nothing on Bryce of course, but still, he seems nice and he’s a damn good actor.

I look up at the ceiling.

”Santa, if you're out there, thank you for making my wish come true. I promise I’ll make Bryce’s wish come true too if I can get Britney Spears to sign an autograph.“

Ethan snorts.

”Santa doesn’t exist.“

I gasp and look at Ethan as if I swallowed something rotten.

”How dare you, sir! I don’t even recognize you, Ethan Jonah Ramsey! I’d never think that these are the words that would come out of my male best friend's mouth.“

Ethan shrugs his shoulders.

”Well I was just honest. So how about that autograph?“ he asks and points to Matt who is moving his shopping cart away. I’ve got to go there and ask him for an autograph and maybe a selfie.

”Nice segue. Don’t think this conversation is over. But autograph first, cookie ingredients later.“

I breathe out and take all my courage to go over there and ask Matt for an autograph.

”Excuse me?“ I ask and Matt turns around flashing his megawatt smile. I swear I sighed a little.

”Yeah?“ he asks still smiling.

”I don’t want to be rude but my fiancé and I are big fans of yours would you maybe sign my…“ I ask and realize I don’t have anything for him to sign.

He smiles and gets out a card with the logo of his latest movie Cactus Rose to sign for me.

”Could you make it for Bryce and Luna? Otherwise, he’s never going to believe me I met you,“ I smile and Matt grins.

”Officially I’m on vacation with my wife who’s here somewhere. Here I’ll sign these for you Luna.“

I smile and just nod. Not able to form words.

��I’m sorry I’m usually not that starstruck. I think I’d be even more starstruck if I met Frida Kalo or Pablo Picasso.“

When Matt looks at me with a confused look on his face.

”I’m an artist and work as an art professor at the University of Hawaii.“

Matt’s eyes widen.

”No way! Really? You know it’s funny my wife and I are looking for an artist. We wanted to commission a piece for our new home here in Honolulu. Would you be interested in making an art piece for us? I wouldn’t want you to overwork yourself,“ he says and points to my stomach.

”Oh don’t worry I’d tell you if it was too much. But you know what? You can always check out my art pieces for art on the fence. It’s a non-profit group of local artists who present their work. You can take a look and even buy some art pieces. But if you’re looking for something specific I’m sure we can work something out.“

Matt grins and hugs me.

I must’ve squeaked like a mouse.

”Damn I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hug you too hard. Are you alright?“

He asks concern lacing his voice.

”I was just hugged by Matt Rodriguez. Santa sure was good this year.“

He smiles and we exchange numbers. He promises to reach out so we can meet and discuss the art he’d like to commission.

He walks away but then he comes back.

”Can I take a picture with you? I think you’re one of the prettiest pregnant women I’ve seen, including my wife, so I’d really love it if we took a picture together.“

Matt asks, smiling.

Again I just nod.

We take a pic and he waves goodbye. I must’ve looked like an idiot.

I stand there holding my phone and the autographs and just smile.

As I walk towards the shopping cart where Ethan is waiting for me, a grin on his face, I feel as if I’m floating on fluffy clouds.

”Happy?“ Ethan asks.

I nod.

”Very.“

He shakes his head and grins.

I can’t stop smiling all the way to the cash register. We pay for all the ingredients and go to the parking garage. Hopefully, we got everything, and in my fangirling haze, we didn’t forget any ingredients. If not I’ll just send Keiki or Bryce to the store.

When we reach home I almost rip the door open in my haste to get inside.

Jenner greets me, his tail wagging.

I pat him, walk further into the house and he looks with sad eyes at me.

”Sorry buddy I have to share some news afterward you can have as much Luna time as you want.“

He licks my hand I and I smile at him.

I look around for Bryce as Ethan gets the ingredients inside. He said he won’t let me carry the groceries.

My mom smiles at me and Hayley greets Ethan with a kiss.

”Bryce is outside with Keiki.“

Mom says and I nod. Jenner walks over to Ethan. Who showers him with love.

I spot Bryce and walk towards him and almost knock him over in his seat.

He laughs and steadies me so we both won’t fall over.

”Looks like someone missed me.“

”You’re a sight for sore eyes.“ I hug him, because despite my fangirling moment? He’s my forever love.

I inhale his scent of fresh laundry, the ocean, and Bryce.

He kisses my temple and I relax in his arms.

We hear footsteps and see Ethan walking outside, as he joins us in the garden. He hands me a glass of hibiscus lemonade. My gran made it fresh this morning and brought it over.

”Guys you won’t believe who I met.“

Bryce and Keiki share a look and shake their heads.

”Who?“ Bryce asks.

”Matt Rodriguez. At the produce aisle.“

”Come on there’s no way you met Matt. Pics or it didn’t happen.“

Bryce says and looks at me as if he doesn’t know if I’m making it up or not.

I grin and can’t wait for him to eat his words.

”Oh I got pics alright babe. I got a job for a commission for Matt freaking Rodriguez. He gave me his number and wants me to commission an art piece for him and his wife.“

Bryce and Keiki speak at the same time.

”What?“

They both scoot closer as I show them the picture of me and Matt. Both of us smile at the camera.

Ethan grins as Hayley walks out too.

”What are they all so excited about?“ she asks.

Ethan shakes his head.

”Luna met some guy called Matt Rodriguez. Don’t know who that is. So now everyone is fangirling over him. Even Bryce.“

Hayley squeals and joins the fangirling fest too. Ethan just shakes his head.

They all enjoy some time in the sun until they move back inside to prepare the sweet delicacies.

Three hours later….

”I know you love the British bake-off, but it looks as if you’re not very good at making pastries or sweets in general, am I right?“

”I don’t watch the British bake-off.“ Ethan replies but I just can’t take him seriously when he wears an apron with the face of the grinch. He lost a bet against Hayley and now has to wear it.

I laugh and Hayley joins me but tries to turn it into a cough when Ethan turns around to look at her.

”Even though he watched many episodes he can’t make a pie. Or cookies. Let’s not even talk about pancakes.“

Hayley laughs and steals a piece of apple that’s lying in a bowl for the pie filling.

”You can’t make pancakes? Oh, don’t feel bad pumpkin spice. Bryce can’t make them either.“

I say and roll out the dough for the pie crust.

”Hey come on.“

Bryce says flustered.

”You know it’s true B.“

I say and take the pie crust and put it into the tart mold. So I can pour the filling in and make a beautiful apple pie.

”You’re probably right.“ Bryce sighs.

Ethan grins.

”You folded so quickly.“

He says to Bryce.

Bryce just winks at him.

”Although I’d say Bryce is a little better at pancakes than you are Ethan.“

Bryce kisses me on my temple.

”Beat that Ramsey. Lunes knows her stuff.“

Ethan just stares at us until he smiles.

”I just can’t be mad at Luna.“

Ethan admits.

Hayley grins.

”He’s having a hard time saying no to you.“

Hayley grins and Ethan just sighs but nods.

”He’s not the only one. I meant myself if it wasn’t clear.“ Bryce grins and hugs me from behind.

Everyone laughs and has a great time.

I grin and we continue making pies. Cookies. Anything sweet.

Bryce steals cookies again and tries to blame Jenner.

Shaking my head at him, because we all know he ate most of the cookies.

4 a.m.

I walk down because I didn’t feel Luna next to me in bed.

When I walk down the steps I see a blue light coming from the tv.

Luna snuggled on the couch and enjoying some apple pie.

”So that’s where you disappeared to.“

I say and Luna almost jumps off the couch. Her apple pie flies out of her hand, but I catch it before it can land on the floor and create a mess.

”Oh my god you scared the hell out of me. Never do that again. It was just getting interesting.“

She glares at me.

”You look way too cute for me to be mad at you.“

I notice that Luna isn’t alone.

”Hey buddy. Why is Jenner on the couch? Shouldn’t he be with Ethan and Hayley?“

I ask and Jenner scoots closer to my hand so that he can get some pats. I grin and pat him behind his ears.

”He got kicked out.“

She replies and sits down again.

”Oh? Oh! Got it.“

We both grin as I join her and she leans into me. Jenner doesn’t want to feel left out so he joins us too.

Sprawled over our legs.

”I hope he’s potty trained.“

I smack him on his arm.

”Bryce! Poor Jenner is potty trained. If you’re going to watch tv with us, there are no mean comments allowed.“

”Am I forgiven?“ I ask and hand her apple pie back to her. She sighs.

”Sure.“ She says and I grin at her.

”So what are guys watching?“ I ask.

Luna swallows a bite of apple pie.

”Sailor Moon. Jenner and I are huge fans. It’s just getting interesting.“

”Oh my god. It’s been a while since I’ve watched Sailor Moon.“

I say and steal a bite from the apple pie.

”Wait, you've watched Sailor Moon? That’s really hot.“

She says and stares at me as if she’s seeing me for the first time.

I laugh.

”It was one of Keikis favorite animated tv shows of all time. Next to Scooby-Doo and Power Puff Girls. But Sailor Moon was Keiki's favorite. Every Sunday morning she’d get up early and tune in for Sailor Moon. At first, I didn’t want to admit that it was good but I started to like it. I even bought the mangas. They’re really good.“

Luna gasps.

”I love the illustrations. I’ve wanted to try myself at creating mangas. You know art is very widely ranged. So manga is a part that I haven’t branched out to yet but I’d love to.“

Luna gets all excited and I’m happy for her.

I love her, even more, when she’s all excited and passionate about a new area of art or a new art piece.

”You can borrow my mangas if you want.“ I offer and she nods.

I smile as we continue to watch Sailor Moon stumble upon a cute cat with a moon on her forehead.

Luna smiles at the cat and we keep watching episode after episode until we all fall asleep right on the couch.

It’s a beautiful feeling to fall asleep next to the person you love the most.

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