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fuwushiguro · 8 months

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Hi love! Your content is great and always makes my head spin🤤 I was wondering if you could maybe do fitness trainer Toji with a plush reader? Like you go to the gym wanting to slim down and ask for a trainer and before any of the other loser trainers can get to you, Toji steps in. He is constantly reassuring you the entire time And at the end of the session he just can’t resist from not touching you🥺🫶🏼 thank you in advance and I hope you have the best day possible!

I can literally imagine Toji quoting this in his head as he hears you talk negatively about your body (not proofed I'm lazy) warnings: chubby!reader, body issues, raw sex, slightly public, praise etc etc lmk if i missed any

"Huh?"

"I literally need a gym trainer who's going to help me look like a rake."

"I- what? A fuckin' rake? What are you talking about?"

"My boyfriend cheated on me, and of course the girl he slept with is tiny. He left me for her... I don't want him back but I want to prove a point!" you explain, looking at him with hopeful eyes, desperate for him to help with your mission.

He stared at you, and it scared you a little. You aren't sure if you've said something wrong or if he just had no interest in your tragic love life. But you can only assume he doesn't get many clients with this attitude.

"Fine, kid. But listen, I'm not helping you 'look like a rake'." he tells you.

"B-But..."

"I'll help you train. If you lose weight, whatever. If you gain muscle... I think that'll be a better revenge body to make your ex regret leaving you." he explains.

"O-Oh... really? Okay, I trust you."

He smirks at that.

It's not often he's trusted by women.

"I hate sit ups." you pant, breathlessly.

"It's your last set, just do it 'n then you can go home." he tells you, as he sits beside you drinking some water from his comically large bottle. By the size of it, you'd think he'd be the one who had been working out for the last hour.

"C'mere." he shuffles his body so that he's closer to you, positioning your legs and hips like you're weightless. "You might find it easier now. I'll stay here, gimme ten more."

"Ten?!"

"Do it."

You sigh, lying flat as you mentally prepare yourself for how bad your stomach is about to ache. Your cheeks fill as you blow out a puff of air. You're painfully aware of his eyes on you, and honestly, you're embarrassed. You begin to sit up again and again as you think about his incredible physique. About how he surely thinks the same way as your ex boyfriend.

Your eyes lock with his with ever sit up you perform, his hands grabbing your knees to keep you in place. Your noses almost touch and his eyes are filled with what you can only assume is disgust. You're humiliating yourself trying to make yourself appear more attractive to the male species.

"Aaaand done, good job, kid." he smiles at you, his small mouth scar pulling slightly as he does. "So, wanna make this a regular thing?"

You hold up a finger as you catch your breath, eventually nodding. He holds his hand out to you, helping you to your feet with ease. He walks away from you, tilting his head and indicating for you to follow. You aren't sure where he's taking you, but you follow mindlessly.

"My calendar is in my office, I'll get you booked in for a few sessions this month and then you can just give them your card details at the fron desk." he explains.

"Sure, sounds good." you smile, he walks into his office first and holds the door opening, closing it right after you come in. Your ears prick when you hear the door lock, but for whatever reason you don't feel alarmed.

The air is knocked from your lungs as you feel his hands on your waist, lifting you into the air and practically slamming you onto his desk.

"W-What are you doing?!" you gasp.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks, it's almost polite but not really. He's expecting one answer, and luckily for you you're nodding before you can think of declining. He hikes up your leg and squeezes your plush thigh as his lips connect with yours. "You're so soft... so fuckin' perfect."

"Shut up." you laugh, you try to kiss him again but he pulls away.

"I'm serious." he lifts your up your sports bra and tosses it aside, grabbing a handful of your large chest. He pushes you backwards so that your spine is flat against his desk, tugging off your leggings with no hesitation. He peppers kisses across your tender skin. Your thighs, your tummy, your heavy tits. "There's nothin' wrong with your body, y'know? Your ex is a fuckin' pussy."

Your body tenses up, feeling horrendously aware of how exposed your figure is and how he's examining you.

"I- I was too heavy for him." you pant, unsure whether to try and chat casually about it or make a run for your clothes and the exit. "I don't blame him."

"You weigh the same as paper to me, darlin'." he smirks, picking you up and making you wrap your legs around his waist. He slams you against the wall as you makeout heavily. "You want this cock? F-Feel how hard I am for ya?"

"P-Please. You're so big.. please fuck me." you beg. You paw at his shirt, desperate to feel the muscles that you could clearly see beneath.

His facial expression is almost menacing as he knows he's won, he's got you exactly where he wants you and you're begging for his cock. Thick fingers dig into malleable flesh, bruises of his name signed into your skin like a binding contract that you're his new favourite play thing.

"You're so fuckin' perfect, sweetheart. Love cute bodies like yours..." he tells you, staring into your eyes to catch your expression, grinning at the way your cheeks flush and a bead of sweat forms in your hairline.

"Aah! Ah, fuck.. 'h my god..." you moan, the embarrassment overwhelming you and the feeling of his heavy cock splitting you open making your heart race.

He begins a brutal pace, easily holding your body up with one muscular arm as he slams into you, his free hand tweaking your pert nipple. The way your eyes cross dumbly as he ruins your insides almost makes him blow his load on the spot.

"Too— mmmnn.." you moan, unable to form a coherent thought.

"Too what?" he laughs a little, "Too? Have I fucked you so stupid you already can't think? Oh sweetheart... think I'm in love." he tells you as he kisses your neck.

Your fingers scratch his back repeatedly and he can only his from the pain and pleasure of it all. He's happy to be marked by you, he's going to do the same to your insides after all.

"'m gonna cum, I'm— ah—!" your cunt tightens around him as you finish, and soon enough he's pressing his body as much as he can into yours, pinning you between him and the wall as his balls tighten and he paints your desperate, wanting walls.

You pant against each other, neither of you moving for a while. All you can bring yourself to do is catch your breath and stare into his jade coloured eyes. And eventually, he helps you down and offers you a towel before sitting at his desk and checking through his calendar.

"Are you free Friday night?" he asks.

"O-Oh, Toji, I'm too exhausted from that workout to even think about my next training session." you chuckle a little, wiping yourself down before collecting your scattered clothing.

"No, baby, I'm takin' you on a date." he smiles at you earnestly. "Perfect body, perfect pussy, and newly single. You're crazy if you think I'm not taking full advantage of the opportunity to make you mine."

#toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji smut #daddy toji #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

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lost-tardis-room · 13 hours

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You seem like a person with amazing music taste, would you like to share thoschei song recs 🥺👉👈

oh i was actually gonna post my dw playlist the other day but i forgor hehe here's the spotify version cos thats the one thats actually accessible and updated lol

the first sixteen (hmmm. fifteen) are the ones that to me Are Very Doctor Who. except for babooshka but some of the lines kinda work and ten is canonically a kate bush girlie so i had to add it lol (same with human behaviour. it fits the doctor esp ten & eleven but also i think ten at least is an art pop kind of girl). and ik ik i could have used the og running up that hill but i like the placebo version better, sue me. '39 is just good time tragedy. obviously spiracle flower face because that amv has me in a chokehold, that and the leonard cohen are the only ones that are thoschei specifically? love will tear us apart as well actually. my name is ruin has specifically thirteen/spymaster vibes to me. spite alone holds me aloft is a little thoschei but also time lord victorious vibes. in search of my rose self explanatory. also i wanna be adored from that elevenamy amv.........

(also eight foot two solid blue is really really funny its stupid as shit but. you'll see what i mean)

some of the ones towards the end are like idk, either theyve been recced to me (i think some of them are from you lol) and arent really genres i like so even though they fit im unlikely to actually listen to them, or i saw them in an amv or something and they weren't that bad but didnt quite vibe somehow. and theres some soundtrack on there too i would have added the entire heaven sent soundtrack OH YEAGH DID YOU KNOW THE ENTIRE HEAVEN SENT SOUNDTRACK IS ON SPOTIFY??? its the third disc of the s9 soundtrack and hhnhgnhgnhnghnghnghnhnghnghngnhhhngng 👍

#anyways there you go hehe #happy you think i seem like i have a good music taste lol #thanks for the ask!!#i need more twissy songs unfortunately i am annoying about music #hehe #thoschei #yay yippee #doctor who playlist

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circesoracle · 17 days

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3, 13, 46

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

The latter but only because when I get an idea for a fic I either immediately write it or know I can't and simply shelve it. Every single one-shot on my AO3 was written within minutes of getting the idea except By Freya's Hand She's Fair and Eternity's Embrace. The former was bounced back and forth with someone I don't talk to anymore, left for months, then one day I just wrote it and posted it because I got the urge.

I've talked about Eternity's Embrace and the different versions of it before, and those I kind of batted around by myself, from the much darker version to dragon!Liara, before finally brainstorming the version that was posted with a friend.

For everything else though I just write on an impulse and don't even have time to tell people until the thing is done and posted lmao.

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

Answered this one previously but I'll post what I said there here as well!

Yes and no, it depends what I'm writing, and by that I mean it varies project to project. I don't listen to music while writing Eternity's Embrace, for example, but I do for my novel (especially for my novel) and a few one-shots I had music on while writing.

It's not fic but I've been working on my novel a bit and I have two specific playlists for that. One is Japanese city pop, because it kinda fits the vibe and doesn't distract me, and the other is only for when I'm writing the car scenes, and that's pure eurobeat with Deja Vu specifically in there like four or five times and I blast it as loud as is feasible the whole time I'm writing the racing scenes.

When I'm writing or studying for school, I play a ten hour loop of Coconut Mall on max volume in headphones.

46. If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be?

This question is so evil to me personally 😩 I basically only write AUs how can I pick just one...

If you're being generous and this can be as broad as possible, (Sci-)Fantasy AU easily. I love taking girls not meant for fantasy situations and sticking them in there just to see what they'll do. That's the fun of an AU, and the contorting a setting to fit fantasy tropes, obviously.

If you're being less generous and far more mean and it has to be more specific, arranged marriage AU. There's simply so many possibilities and one day I will write my Marika x Rennala semi-canon compliant arranged marriage fic (<- she is lying, she will write another clown!Marika fic that will never see the light of day)

tysm (even if that last one was rather mean 🥺)

#fanfic ask game #I'm enjoying these a stupid amount

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daegudrama · 10 months

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Title: You Belong With Me

Pairing: Tyunning

Summary: Sweet high school Kai and Taehyun navigating a change in their relationship.

Word Count: 4,413 words

Taehyun

It's a typical Tuesday night and I'm listening to the kind of music most of my peers wouldn't like. Lately I've been really into music from other countries. I don't know why people think it's weird. Music transcends language in my opinion.

I look towards my window wondering if I'll catch a glimpse of the boy next door. Huening Kai and I have been friends since I moved here in second grade. We know each other better than anyone else and we are always there for each other. Well...we used to be.

Ever since he started dating Cynthia he's acted different. She doesn't want to hang out with me because I'm in pep band and she thinks I'm gay. She hasn't said that to Kai but I've heard her say it to her friends. Cynthia doesn't understand Kai like I do and that has led to numerous fights between them. Someone needs to put that girl in her place.

Kai comes into view of his window and I can see him waving his hand around while holding the other to his ear. Fighting with Cynthia again it looks like. I wonder what it's about this time. I'm always the one to comfort him when she takes a joke too seriously or is overly jealous. She fits every stereotype of a rich privileged cheerleader and I can't understand why Kai even likes her.

His dark brown hair is falling in waves across his forehead and he desperately needs a haircut. He's about a week away from not being able to see anything. Maybe that's what he wants I wouldn't want to see his girlfriend's face every day either. He's wearing a big tshirt and basketball shorts I got him last Christmas.

The sound of something falling in my room breaks my attention. My Junior Jewels shirt from band camp had fallen off my wall for what must be the twelfth time since I put it up. I set it aside not wanting to deal with it right now.

Kai spent the summer at home while I was away at camp learning how to repel any romantic attention that might come towards me. Band camp really is the best birth control money can buy.

My room is filled with pictures of my friends and music that has had deep impact on my life. Each square inch covered with another piece of who I am. A picture from freshman year catches my eye and I can't help but smile. Kai and I after his first junior varsity football game. He was so sweaty and muddy but that didn't stop me from hugging my best friend.

Across the room my phone dings from where I left it on my bed. There is only a few people who regularly text me and a quick glance to Kai's window tells me it's probably him.

Hyuka: do you want to watch a movie in the clubhouse? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

His emoji choice has me questioning things I shouldn't be thinking about. I can't let my mind go there and cause more of my poor heart strings to break.

It's been awhile since we hung out in the clubhouse because like I said his girlfriend is a jerk. When Kai was eight his dad built him a shed in the backyard where he could play with his friends. As we got older we've redecorated and turned it into a hangout place.

Me: i can be there with popcorn in ten. See you soon

After putting on a sweatshirt and socks I go downstairs to make popcorn. Mom is standing next to the sink but doesn't ask what I'm doing. When the popcorn is done I tell her where I'm going.

"Be back before ten." She says and I nod on my way out the door.

I unlock the gate of the Huening backyard and walk towards the clubhouse. Kai is sitting on the couch with the projector already warmed up and ready to go when I walk in.

"Hey," I say taking off my shoes in the doorway before walking to the couch. "Are you okay? I saw you through the window and you looked heated."

"Cynthia is being overdramatic again." He says as I sit beside him handing the popcorn over. "I was texting one of her cheerleader friends about an idea for a pep rally and she thinks I shouldn't do that. She said that's how it starts."

"How what starts?" I ask genuinely confused as to what she might mean.

"I'm not even sure. Maybe she thinks I'm going to cheat on her? I really have no idea. I like her but sometimes she's too much." He sighs leaning back in his seat eating a piece of popcorn. "I wish I could just date someone that gets me like you do."

Date me. My brain screams and my eyes widen trying to figure out if I said that out loud. Kai's facial expression remains the same meaning I didn't say it.

"I think the same thing sometimes." I say without thinking and quickly change the subject. "Let's watch the movie."

He's chosen Camp Rock like he always does when something is upsetting him. This is his comfort movie and at this point I can quote it without the sound on.

When the popcorn is finished Kai leans against my shoulder sending my heart into a frenzy. I need to get my emotions in check before I ruin the best friendship I've ever had. Lately it's been more uncontrollable. Seeing him running around in his football gear all the time only makes it worse.

"You should find a girlfriend so we can hang out as a group." Kai says leaning against the other side of the couch.

I don't know how to respond to that. I haven't told him I'm gay and I'm scared that he might not want to hang out with me afterwards. Kai is not homophobic but I think he'd be a little uneasy because we're so close.

"I need to tell you something." I say before I can chicken out. This is important and I'm ready for my best friend to know even if I'm scared.

His eyes widen under his shaggy hair cut and his eyebrows come together like he's thinking hard about what I might tell him. Whatever he's thinking can't be close to this.

"Okay, you can tell me anything, Tae." He reaches out to touch my shoulder as he speaks.

"I'm gay." I close my eyes taking a deep breath.

It feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders but my heart also feels constricted not knowing how he'll react.

"Taehyun..." he trails off and my eyes open in worry. "I'm so proud of you for telling me. I'm sorry I just said something about you getting a girlfriend, I didn't know. I love you."

He pulls me into a hug and his words are ringing through my ears. I hug him back burying my head into his shoulder.

"I love you too." I reply when he's let go.

"Do you like anyone?" He asks a little while later after I've told him he's the first person I've told.

Yes, only the most beautiful man in the world. I can't say that out loud. He's in a relationship and as far as I know he's not even a little gay. I try not to fantasize too much because all it does is hurt me. There is a very slim chance that I'll ever get what I want and that's something I need to live with.

"At our school? No one has really caught my eye." I lie and wonder if my eyes are shinning as much as I feel like they are.

Every day it gets harder to not lean forward and just kiss him. I just want to know how it feels. Though, if I get a taste I'm sure I'd just want more for the rest of time. Life would be easier if everyone was gayer.

"Sureee," Kai teases wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "What about that Beomgyu guy in your music class?"

Beomgyu is an attractive man but he can't captivate me in the same way Kai does. The way Kai pointlessly lies and is rarely seen without a plushie within a ten foot radius. It's how he can be a football star one moment and a soft boy that will cuddle his stuffed rabbit watching Camp Rock the next. He's been my best friend for so long. I can't imagine having to tell anyone all my childhood memories. Kai experienced them with me and knows me better than anyone.

"He's cute but not really my type." I say hoping for a reason to escape before he asks me my type. Lying to Kai isn't my strong suit. He sees right through me and usually doesn't let it go.

My phone rings and I see a photo of my mother and I breathe a sigh of relief. I quickly answer and my mother asks if I've finished all my homework because she found an English worksheet. I decide to use that as my escape even though that assignment isn't due for another few days.

"My mom wants me to do homework." I say getting up from my seat. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I run out before he can say another word and I feel so awkward. How did I tell him that? I wasn't prepared at all but I'm tired of people assuming I want a girlfriend. Heteronormativity is so strange to my flaming homosexual ass.

My mom watches me finish my worksheet before letting me go to bed. I stay up longer than I should writing a song about what I'm feeling. No one will ever hear it but getting the words out makes me feel better.

Around 11 Kai holds up a sign to the window like we used to do when we were little. Before we got cellphones on our thirteenth birthdays this is how we communicated. I find a notebook so I can respond to his 'Are you okay?'

He's not wearing a shirt and though it's nothing I haven't already seen there are butterflies in my stomach. I grab a sharpie and write 'Yes. Just going to go to sleep.'

I hold it up for a moment before stepping back to close my white curtain. A memory floods my mind and I can't shake it so it becomes part of the song.

Two years ago Kai and I were having a sleepover in the clubhouse and things took a turn. This was obviously before I came out and at that point I wasn't entirely sure of my sexuality. I knew I like boys and I thought I like girls but after deep consideration and trying to be with girls I realized that's not for me.

It was well past two a.m. when Kai scooted closer to me on the bed that is lofted above the main hangout area. Without a word he tilted my chin up and pressed his lips against mine. For several minutes we kissed holding each other closely and then he turned around. He fell asleep and neither of us mentioned it. I can't help but think about that when my feelings for him grow each day.

He's been my best friend for so long it's like we belong together. Kai has a smile that could light up this whole town but I haven't seen as much since he's been with her. She fights him on everything from what he wears to who he spends time with.

Tomorrow is Friday meaning one more week until homecoming. Of course, I'll have to play at the game but without a date I'm not going to show up. Kai talks about wanting me at more school events with him but I just don't feel right about it. Especially not with Cynthia giving me weird looks every ten seconds. It's like she wants me to be jealous and I am but that's a weird thing to do to someone's best friend. Especially when they have no solid evidence that I'm actually not straight.

I decide sleeping is my best option. Maybe if I'm well rested I'll be able to deal with school.

The next week is a mess of perfecting songs for pep rallies and barely talking to Kai because he's so busy with football and trying to deal with his relationship.

On Thursday night he taps a note to his window. 'Movie sleepover @ 8?' I think about ghosting him but we live right next door to each other. If I don't answer he'll come over here.

It's odd that he wants a sleepover since we haven't had one in months. The fact that it's the day before game day makes it even weirder. Maybe he just had a really bad day. Beomgyu told me he heard from his friend on the football team that Cynthia wouldn't answer his calls last nights. Her snapchat location said she was at the co-captains house. I'm not going to mention it unless he says something.

'I'll bring the ice cream' I write taping it to my window because I can't see if he's in his room right now. He's probably eating dinner.

I sit down at my desk to do some homework. I push a few papers aside that I'd rip from my notebook and see 'I love you as more' written in large letters. Before summer I wanted to tell him but ended up chickening out because he left the window before I could show him. I fold the paper and hide it in my desk drawer.

After finishing my homework and eating dinner I contemplate what ice cream to bring. My usually stash hidden in the outside freezer is running low. Maybe I'll go to the store and get some of our favorites.

I tell my mom I'm going to spend the night in the clubhouse and she offers to buy snacks and ice cream for us. I gladly accept promising to do the dishes tomorrow in return.

Kai's is the only place she would let me stay over on a school night. It's right next door so I can just come home in the morning to get ready. If she needs me I'm just across the yard really it's a win that we became best friends.

It's nearly 8 when my mom returns. I'm wearing the matching pajama set she got me and Kai for Christmas last year. She looks happy that I'm wearing it and hands me the bags.

"Don't be late to school!" She yells as I walk out of the door.

I roll my eyes knowing I won't be late tomorrow. Knowing Kai we will be asleep before twelve especially since he has a game. He takes his sports very seriously.

"I brought snacks!" I say as I walk into the clubhouse without knocking.

Kai is lying across the couch staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression. He's wearing the same pajamas as me but his are a little too small. Kai has bulked up a lot this year from practicing so much.

He sits up reaching for the bags before he says anything to me. The ice cream is in his hands when he finally greets me and I can tell he hasn't had a good day.

"I'm sorry we haven't been hanging out. Life's been stressful lately." Kai says stabbing his spoon into the ice cream with a sincere look.

"I understand. Girls and sports..." I trail off trying not to sound sarcastic but knowing I've failed.

"Cynthia has been really bugging me lately. It's like she doesn't trust me at all."

I contemplated whether I want to give him good advice or just tell him it'll be okay. I decide to be a good friend as I shove my hand into the Dorito bag sitting between us.

"If my partner didn't trust me to do simple things I would take that as a red flag." I shuffle in my seat thinking of what to say next. I rest my chin on my hand. "This is high school and this relationship isn't made to last and we both know it. I've been reluctant to tell you this because it seemed like she made you happy but..."

"What is it Tae? You can tell me anything." Kai says when he sees my hesitation.

"Your girlfriend," the word tastes like sour milk in my mouth. "has repeatedly told me to stay away from you because she thinks I'm gay. I've also heard she doesn't want me around because she thinks I'll ruin your popularity."

"Are you serious?" He asks putting the ice cream aside and staring into my eyes.

"I wouldn't lie about this." I say softly my tummy turning with anxiety.

"Taehyun, I'm so sorry she treated you that way. I would've had a conversation with her a long time ago if I knew. Is that why you declined hanging out with us?"

I nod my head and he sets the bags on the floor so he can reach over and hug me. He smells like the floral shampoo his older sister uses and his arms are right around me.

A moment later he sits back putting the ice cream in the mini fridge/freezer combo by the couch. Something catches his eye and suddenly there is two bottles of soju in his hand. He raises an eyebrow daring me.

"Kai, you have a game tomorrow." I say and he juts his lower lip out creating the cutest pout.

"A little soju never hurt. We'll watch Tangled and use our drinking game. Or we could just sit here. I feel like I need to catch up with you."

We decide to talk and drink rather than watch a movie. The snacks sit between us as I update him on what I've been doing this week. I've the next few hours we each finish a bottle than another half before we call it quits.

"Do you remember that time we kissed?" Kai asks when we've made it to the bed lofted above the main area.

It's dark and I can't see his expression. Even my intoxicated brain starts screaming because we don't talk about that. This is really the first time he's ever mentioned it.

"Of course I do. I was under the impression you didn't want to remember it." I say wondering where this is going.

I should turn around and go to sleep before we do something stupid. We are both intoxicated and I don't want to do anything he might regret tomorrow. I'm too intrigued to turn around. I need to know where this is going even it breaks my heart.

"Honestly it was one of the best kisses I've ever had. I tried kissing more boys after you but it was never quite the same."

My heart flutters and my brain is screaming not knowing what to do with this information. He's kissed more boys than just me? Kai thinks he likes boys. This is news to me and I can't understand why he's saying this now. We've drank together before and nothing like this conversation has ever left our lips.

"Why are bringing this up now?" I decide to ask after a few moments of silence.

The tension in the air is thick enough to cut and my chest is starting to hurt. I've imagined this moment so many ways and hoped that some day he'd confess feelings for me. I never thought I actually hear him say I'm the best kiss he's ever had.

"I've been thinking about you in a different light lately. Hearing what Cynthia said about you made me realize I shouldn't hide anymore."

Hide what? Does he have feelings for me? Does he want to kiss me again? I'm about to ask him when I hear a faint snore. He's fallen asleep and I wonder if he'll remember this tomorrow. It seems unlikely and I make a mental note to get up before he wakes up.

In the morning my head is aching and my stomach feels like I might throw up at any moment. Kai is still asleep next to me with his cheek pressed against the pillow. His mouth is open and a little trail of drool is pooling on his pillow.

Quietly I make my way out of the clubhouse and back home. Kai's words from last night are running through my mind and I wonder if he was being honest. I drink three bottles of water before taking a shower to wash off that drunk smell. The last thing I need is to get suspended or called to the office today.

It's homecoming night and I'm not planning on going to the dance because the one person I want to go with is still with someone else. I almost hope he doesn't remember his words so we don't have to have an awkward conversation.

"Did you have fun with Kai last night?" My older brother teases as I walk through the hallway.

I roll my eyes ignoring his attempt to get a rise from me. Instead I make toast knowing I don't have enough time for anything else. My phone dings as I'm leaving my house.

It's a message from Kai.

Hyuka: Why'd you leave before I woke up? 🥺Did I say something last night? It's kind of a blur 😣

He doesn't remember. A part of my heart sinks knowing that if I want a confession I'll have to tell him what he said. Time to swear off alcohol so something like this doesn't happen again.

Me: its nothing...I'll see you later maybe

I can't force myself to sound normal and I hate it. How am I supposed to react to this? My best friend said he really liked kissing me. I've had a crush on him for ages and think we would be perfect together. Of course I'm a little freaked out.

For most of the day I successfully avoid him until he corners me in the empty band room after pregame rehearsal. Everyone has left to get dinner leaving us alone.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Kai asks his eyes wide tinted with sadness. "I've had a horrible day and I wanted to talk to my best friend earlier but you just ran away."

He stands in front of me arms crossed over his chest. What else happened today? All I've been thinking of is his lips and how I wish I could kiss them whenever I wanted.

"We always promise not to lie or withhold information from each other..." I trail off debating whether I should continue. "but last night you dropped a pretty big bomb on me."

"What did I tell you?" His eyes are wide and he won't meet my eye contact. Kai's cheeks are flushed and I can tell he's hoping I don't say what he told me last night.

"You told me our kiss was one of the best you've ever had and that you've tried kissing more boys but it wasn't the same. You also said you've been seeing me in a different light but you fell asleep before I could ask about that."

I try to remain calm but his face is getting redder by the second. He hides his face in his hands and runs way before I can say another word. I let him go knowing that when he's ready he'll let me know. If he doesn't I'll come to him. I don't like being in this limbo.

After dinner I'm back at school waiting for the game to start. I'm in the bleachers warming up my instrument. Kai hasn't come on the field yet but there is still a few minutes until the tip-off.

At the last moment he appears looking confused. He quickly seems to get his head in the game, but during the second half he isn't his usual self. We still win the game but Kai has to be taken out because he can't focus.

Once the game ends I rush home so no one can drag me to the dance. The last thing I need is to be around a bunch of hormonal teens twerking and trying to end the night fucking in the back of a limo.

I'm trying to focus on my homework but I can't. All I want is to have answers. So I do the most cliched and ridiculous thing I can think of. I grab my love declaration from my desk. I get dressed in my nicest clothes and shove the note inside the pocket.

I run to homecoming only stopping when I get inside and see Kai standing with his friends. His face is sad and I just want to make him smile. Kai's eyes sweep the room and land on me. A smile breaks across his face and he pushes his friends aside to walk towards me.

In the middle of the dance floor we each reach into our pockets and pull out a folded piece of paper. He unfolds his first and I see 'i love you (in a gay way)' written on his paper. The paper looks like it'd been folded and unfolded many times and I wonder how long he's had this.

He gasps when I unfold my paper taking the step forward to wrap his arms around me. He's pulled away from me by a well manicured hand. I look up to see Cynthia in a fire truck red dress that comes to her mid thigh.

"Babe, what are you doing?" She says trying to look sweet and innocent.

I don't think she's doing a very good job. One could compare her to the wickedness of Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Making myself happy. You were kissing my teammate a few days ago and bullying my best friend. I'm not your boyfriend. I'm his."

My heart is threatening to dance out of my chest hearing the words I've been waiting years to hear. She looks disgusted and storms off towards her group of friends.

"So you want to be my boyfriend?" I ask as he cups my face in his hands.

"Of course I do silly." He says leaning down to press his lips against mine in the middle of the dance like no one is watching.

#fanfiction #txt fanfiction #txt fanfic #tyunning #kang taehyun x Huening kai #taehyun x kai #taehyun #Huening kai #fluffy #fluff #high school au #very cute and wholesome #Taylor Swift inspired

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taylorkellyreporting · 2 years

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i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: the captain swan show rewatch edition 🪝 🦢

using my phone to screen mirror so this will not be consistent

the way both emma and snow gave up their kids so they could have their best chance, yeah i’m crying

there should be a jumpscare warning every time gold is about to appear onscreen

“it’s her wedding night, i doubt she’s suffering right now.” HELP

emma chopping down half of regina’s apple tree will forever be iconic

“how’d they get his teeth like that?” - my bro in law about rumple 😭

i just know rumple’s breath smells something terrible

regina is an evil, evil woman and a terrible mother. i really do not understand how she has stans

“who will protect henry if you won’t?”

GOD. day two and emma is already an amazing mom

“NOTHING, NOT EVEN A CURSE, IS GONNA STOP THAT” 😭

the audacity of regina to kill her own father and then name her son after him

right, hearing emma’s name woke him up

“please” oh her face, she knows he’s awake

regina not being in this is very pleasing to me

snow falls is next 🫂

nobody is doing it like snowing except for cs

“you’re…a girl.” “woman 😁” *hits him with a rock* oh, they’re my parents fr

“WHEREVER YOU ARE, I WILL FIND YOU”

“you sure you don’t know him?” “of course i’m sure.” YOU KNOW HIM, HES THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE

why did him grabbing snow’s hand make me jump 😭

“NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU” 🥹🥹

lmaooo i forgot he went missing for a moment

how ironic that he went straight to the woods

“did you ever find them?” yeah 🥹

“she’s gonna kill me, and then you, and then me again ☹️” lmaooo

no, you don’t understand. that dust was the only way she could’ve killed regina once and for all and she gave it all up just to save charming, i’m SOBBING

HE’S AT THE TROLL BRIDGE, GOD

“I FOUND YOU” DKFJFJFJDKSMS THE DESPERATION IN HER VOICE, GOODBYE

“COME BACK TO ME” FUCK

it’s nice to know that snowing still gives me such a buzz even after all these years

HER KISS WOKE HIM UP, I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT

“you saved me” and “i will always find you” really is their thing 🥹

“who is that?” “his wife.” regina is a nasty bitch

“yeah…not me at all.” LIAR

the disappointment in his face, he’s down bad

“i’m sure your fiancée will love it.” HIS FACE, GOD. AND THE WAY HE HESITATES TO TAKE IT BACK BECAUSE HE KNOWS SHE’S THE ONLY ONE FIT TO WEAR IT, GOODBYE.

“if you need anything-“ “you’ll find me?” “always” SHUT THE FUCK UP

THE WAY THEY BOTH WATCH THE OTHER WALK AWAY AT DIFFERENT MOMENTS, I’M SICK

THE MOTHER. FUCKING. RING.

THAT man was so sick for killing ashleys fairy godmother, especially right in front of her…

🗣 “PEOPLE ARE GOING TO TELL YOU WHO YOU ARE YOUR WHOLE LIFE. YOU JUST GOTTA PUNCH BACK AND SAY “NO, THIS IS WHO I AM.” YOU WANT PEOPLE TO LOOK AT YOU DIFFERENTLY? MAKE THEM. YOU WANT TO CHANGE THINGS? YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO GO OUT THERE AND CHANGE THEM YOURSELF BECAUSE THERE ARE NO FAIRY GODMOTHERS IN THIS WORLD.”

henry calling emma ‘mom’ straight to regina’s face, i love that little thug

“do you know who that is?” “of course i do.” “who? cause i’m still trying to figure that out.” pls, i love him

“she assaulted mr. gold.” “cool!” skfjgkdksm

“thank you for bringing me my merchandise.” he’s so nasty

“see you tomorrow” 🥺🥺

lmaooo regina has to say ‘deputy’ before ‘swan’, i just know she’s mad

“oh no, you’re going to die, you’re going to die.” 😭

🗣 “HE’S MY SON, TOO”

he really said “emma is gonna take henry away from you and i’m gonna help her” skfjfjfjs KING

“the man who married katherine, it’s not me” literally.

charming and his mom 🥺

“you kissed my mom?!” his face fkgjfksks

i don’t know how emma wasn’t fully convinced about the curse after this episode. how did it take her until the finale to accept it???

“i shared a secret with her and she betrayed it.” SHE WAS TEN

friendly reminder that regina mills is a rapist

graham deserved so much better

“you in here?” “it is my shop.” he’s so 😭

“she’s evil.” wish he would’ve kept that same energy throughout the rest of the series

“you do kind of have my chin” lmfao

AUGUST IS HERE

the king making snow break charming’s heart, ooh i hate him

“I WILL ALWAYS FIND HER.” I LOVE THEM SM

yeah, i don’t give a fuck about rumbelle

“please” i love her reactions every time he tells her that

ASHLEY, MY FAVORITE CINDERELLA🫂

ashley and sean are so adorable

HE REALLY GAVE HER KATHERYN’S CARD, FUCK

regina plays so dirty

“i’m not your mother.” “according to henry, i’m yours.” and he’s right lmao

“you two deserve each other” more than you know

we deserved more of leroy and astrid

“i love you! don’t you love me?” i hate it here

“you dress like norman bates when he dresses as norman bates’ mother!” got her ass good 😭

that’s a shit ton of bodies

okay, now what the hell is going on with charming?

red and peter’s story is such a tragedy but gosh that plot twist was *chefs kiss*

“you broke my mug!” “you’re lucky is wasn’t that mug you call a face!” PLEASE, she’s a menace 😭

“i don’t think you’re going to find the answers you want at the bottom of the mug” lmfao

🗣 “I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU”

SHE STOOD BY YOU DAVID, YOU ASSHOLE

i am a child of divorce but thankfully not for long

gotta be honest, i don’t wanna watch hat trick. that man and his story really doesn’t interest me

regina is so good at tearing families apart

oh shit, i forgot that he abducted snow too

“you know what the issue is with this world? everyone wants some magical solution to their problem and everyone refuses to believe in magic” you know what, he’s absolutely right about that

lmao regina really thought she’d be gone

daniel is dead because of regina not snow. she’s the one who was careless. she trusted a CHILD with a secret that big, what did she really think was gonna happen?

cora was over there manipulating snow and regina had the audacity to blame her for daniel’s death, oh brother.

i bet the shovel is gone

“i love you.” “and that is what makes it all so sad” 😩

damn, regina got her ass handed to her by both snow and henry fjgjfjdks

no, cause if it wasn’t for that nasty old man, emma wouldn’t have grown up in and out of the system

baby emma 🥺

that august and emma scene in the woods always gets me

HENRY WITH THE ROPE 😭😭

“but i’m rescuing you” oh she sounds so sad :(

HE CAN FEEL HER DYING, THAT’S LOVE BITCH

HENRY

“DON’T LET MY SACRIFICE BE IN VAIN” ☹️

that emma and regina scene in the hospital still makes me hold my breath

“i’ve been saving it. for a rainy day.” “well, it’s storming like a bitch outside.” lmfao

regina really killed her own son

TRUE LOVE’S KISS, BITCH

🗣”YOU FOUND ME.” “DID YOU EVER DOUBT I WOULD?”

and that concludes the first season!!

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ggukkiedae · 3 years

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HEY I LOVE YOUR WORKS! I just had this prompt idea like maybe back in the days during the beginning of bts maybe yoonmi getting a lot of hate for being a girl, and during on of their concert jungkook almost crying and asking for the fans and people to stop the hate? Like a cute jungkook and yoonmi moment maybe them crying together idk something like that. Up to you however it fits with the story

thank you so much! 🥺🥺🥺 ooooh this honestly wasn’t a big issue until they started getting a bigger fanbase in about 2014, but that makes it just in time for the red bullet tour... let’s see what i can do 🤔

Jungkook looked at the crowd in front of them as Yoonmi spoke. It was the end of their first concert, and the response to her ment was significantly a lot more dead than it was to anyone else’s.

He could see her hands shaking while she kept a smile on her face and talked to a crowd where half the people were clearly either frowning at her or trying to see up her skirt. He knew his part was already over, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Everyone,” he spoke into the mic, “I have something to say.”

The other members looked at him in shock. He finished his ment earlier, so why was he speaking again.

“As you all know,” he began, “we’ve been working hard to put this concert together. Do you know who I think worked the hardest? Our Miya.”

“Jungkook...” Namjoon’s warning was inconspicuous enough that fans didn’t really catch it.

“Oppa, what are you doing?” Yoonmi asked as Jungkook walked over to her.

“I’m not going to stand hear and let the people watching us mistreat you, because you deserve so much more than that,” he took her hand and brought the mic back up to his mouth. “I know it’s unusual for our situation. We are, technically speaking, a boy group, but we have Miya with us. While some of you may not like it, she has the same dream as us. And she arguably works the hardest out of all of us.”

“I don’t,” she laughed nervously into her mic, “all the oppas work hard, and I just try to match up because I’m younger.”

“No, you listen to me.” He looked at the crowd. “Everyone listen to me.”

“Jungkook-ah, this isn’t the time,” Seokjin tried to get him to be quiet since a particularly strict manager was glaring at them from the wings of the stage.

“Kim Yoonmi,” Jungkook began while slightly swinging their clasped hands, “a girl who moved to Korea on her own at ten years old to pursue music. She produced a few of our songs and continues to do so. She tires herself out by practicing, doing extracurriculars, and staying at the top of her class. Not only does she have the same dream as us, but she runs herself dry to go against all odds and reach that.”

“Oppa,” she tried to hide behind him, but he kept her beside him. Well, he put one leg in front of hers.

“If you’re going to cheer us on, please cheer us on equally. Understand that Miya is here for the same reason as us seven boys. And respect her. She isn’t an accessory for you to look at and take advantage of. She’s BTS’s Miya, a main rapper, lead dancer, lead vocal, and producer.”

He squeezed her hand and let his hand with his mic droop. Namjoon quickly took over and started his ment while Yoonmi pulled Jungkook backwards. He was surprised when she reached her hand up and used her sleeve to dab at his face. He didn’t realize he nearly cried in his frustration.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” she told him. “Manager Kyunghoon might kill you, and I’m fine.”

“I’m not,” he snapped, “and I don’t care about him. You were terrified, and I could tell you were on the verge of losing it. Half of those people, they either didn’t care or looked at you wrong. That isn’t right.”

“But at a concert?”

“You’re my best friend, and I know you,” he told her. “I know we fight a lot, but you deserve the literal world. They can’t just treat you like leftover rice.”

She giggled, but choked just a little bit. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he hugged her back with no hesitation.

“I don’t know how I like being compared to rice, but thank you for having my back.”

“Always.”

#yoonmi.jungmi #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts female addition #miya #yoonmi #kim yoonmi

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newfoundstateof · 4 years

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Surfing Lessons ✼ Part Two

JJ Maybank x reader

warnings: Other than swearing none

3,223 words

A/N: Wowwowwow, ya’ll are so kind. The support and love you showed to part one made my heart go 🥺. Here’s part two! I know it was quite the wait, but I hope you enjoy it. Let the surfing lessons begin!

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three]

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Surfing Lessons ✼ Part Two

JJ had told you to meet him in the kitchens, but you weren’t exactly sure how you were supposed to do that. Just waltz in there in your frilly sundress that made it painfully obvious you didn’t work here?

Ten minutes to five, you went to the only kitchen entrance you knew -- the one busboys and waiters rushed in and out of. You earned a few curious looks from other members of the Island Club, who wondered why a young girl was tapping her foot impatiently and looking pointedly towards the kitchen doors.

Just as you debated on walking into the kitchen by yourself, JJ’s head peeked out of the swinging door.

“It’s busy in here, stay close,” was all he said.

Taking your hand in his, he pulled you in.

At first, the atmosphere was orderly. Sitting on one side of the hallway was a conveyor belt that carried dirty dishes away. One the other side, trays of food were waiting to be carried out. It was quiet, not much noise filled the space except for the clinking of plates, but JJ led you through another set of swinging doors that gave way to a maze of chaos.

Bursts of flames launched up as ingredients were being sauteed. Cooks were shouting left and right, asking for a certain tool or demanding someone to get out of their workspace. A stout woman in a cook’s uniform raced around you and stopped before JJ, pointing an aggressive looking meat knife at him.

“Why are you bringing an Island Club member into my cooking space?”

“Mama L!” JJ let go of your hand to lean forward and kiss her on both cheeks before she could swat him away. “Lovely to see you, as always. Is my food ready?”

“Almost,” she said begrudgingly. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

JJ looked at you and awkwardly patted your shoulder. “This is my… friend.”

Friend was a very generous title since the two of you just met today, but you didn’t correct him.

Mama L crossed her arms. “Well, what’s your friend’s name?”

“Her name?” His gaze jumped to you as you hid a smile. “Her name, which is a beautiful name, by the way. Uh…”

The look on his face said, help me out a little, but you just bit your lip and shook your head no.

“What a good friend you are, Jay,” Mama L said. She turned to you and offered a much more gentle smile. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Y/N.” You turned to JJ. “My name is Y/N.”

JJ smiled. “See,” he said to Mama L, “A beautiful name.”

Huffing in faked annoyance, Mama L rolled her eyes. “Just don’t get in the way of my cooks.”

“We were just on our way out,” JJ claimed, taking your hand again and leading you down the aisle. “But, we were rudely interrupted.”

“It was nice to meet you!” you called over your shoulder.

“Keep that boy out of trouble, Y/N!”

Breaking into a fit of giggles, your forehead fell to accidentally meet JJ’s shoulder.

“I love her.”

JJ chuckled. “Yeah, she’s great.”

“Why are we in the kitchens, though? Couldn’t we meet somewhere else?”

“Like I said, I’m waiting for my dinner. Hey, Andrew! Is my food done?”

A young cook, not much older than you and JJ, held out a paper bag. “Hot off the press just for you! Hey, who’s your girl?”

“She’s a friend,” JJ said, snatching the bag. He lifted it in a sort of toast and continued guiding you through the kitchen. “Thanks, Andrew!”

Before you knew it, you and JJ left the orderly chaos of the kitchens and were in the main hallway that led to the lobby.

JJ peeked inside his paper bag, making sure everything was accounted for. “Mind if I eat my dinner while we talk logistics for your lessons?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. “Sure?”

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“Is this your van?” you asked as JJ led the way through the parking lot of the Island Club Resort.

You both agreed it would be best to talk in private without nosy Island Club members or boundary-ignoring coworkers like Andrew butting into your business. JJ said he had a van that he drove here in.

“It’s actually John B’s, you might know him-”

“Works for Ward Cameron?”

“That’s the one,” he said, sliding open the van door.

Hopping in first, JJ sat down and struggled to reach for the steering wheel to stick the key in the ignition. With a short sputter, the engine finally came to life and--more importantly--the AC.

Following him in, you sat down in a seat, smoothing down your dress.

“So,” JJ started, pulling off his tie and rolling up his dress shirt sleeves to eat his dinner without making a mess. “You don’t know how to surf?”

You shook your head. “I’ve always wanted to learn, but my guy friends aren’t very willing to teach me. And then, there’s my parents. They… haven’t said no to surfing or jet skiing or any sport besides golf, but they also haven’t bought any gear.”

JJ snorted, before shoving a burger in his mouth. “Golf isn’t a sport,” he said in between chewing.

Your nose scrunched up. You’ve been golfing for ten years and were pretty good even by Kook standards.

“For all intents and purposes, it is,” you argued.

“They don’t golf in the Olympics.” Chewed up food still occupied his mouth.

“Eat with your mouth closed,” you chuckled. “And yes, they actually do play it at the Olympics.”

After chewing and finally swallowing, JJ replied, “I’ve never actually watched it. But that curling shit they do? That’s not a sport either.”

You chuckled. “We’ll agree to disagree then.”

“Surfing lessons,” JJ said, reigning the conversation back in. “If your parents won’t buy you a surfboard, “I’m guessing you’ll need to borrow one. You can use Kie’s old one. She left it at John B’s house.”

“Kiara?” you asked.

Kiara Carrera went to the same school as you and was close friends with Sarah Cameron. The other girls fawned over Kiara and the expensive clothes she owned. And not only that, but Kiara treated everyone nicely. Although it should be a given, nice didn’t get you far in Figure 8.

Your parents could only wish you were as popular as Kiara Carrera, so you couldn’t imagine her running around the Cut with JJ and his motley crew.

“Yeah, Kiara,” JJ said, a hint of disdain coating her name. “She’s a friend.”

“I’ve never seen you two hang out…”

JJ’s eyes shot towards you, and you almost backed away at the intense anger that boiled up in his features. His brows drew together sharply. The hamburger in his hands seeped with juice as his grip on it tightened.

“What would you know?” he demanded.

You frowned. “Nothing apparently. I’m sorry for pointing out an obvious observation. Kiara’s best friends with Sarah Cameron. I hardly ever see them apart.”

JJ almost smiled. “So, she does have a spine. Good for you, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” you said even though you meant just the opposite.

“Do you prefer heiress? Or debutante?”

“Surfing lessons,” you reminded him. “We’re here about my surfing lessons.”

“Oh yes, how could I forget?” JJ said, finishing his burger. “I can supply the board, the wax, the teaching, et cetera.”

“And I’ll meet you at your house?” you suggested. “I think I’m doing all the heavy lifting here.”

JJ shook his head. “Meet me at the beach.”

You frowned. “I don’t know my way around the Cut. What if I get… mugged or something?”

JJ rolled his eyes. “You’ll be fine, princess.”

“Don’t be late,” you said. “Promise me.”

JJ waved a fry at you. “I promise, Y/N. I will not be late.”

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JJ was late. Extremely late for a well-mannered girl like you, who was raised to be fifteen minutes early for everything.

Turning your wrist to check your watch, you confirmed that JJ was now twenty minutes late.

Before you slipped out of John B’s van two days ago and sneaked back into the Island Club Resort, JJ told you three things. One, the location of the beach you were to meet him. Two, the time to be there by. And three, make sure that you’re not followed.

You did everything that JJ asked, but he failed to do the one thing you asked of him. Don’t be late.

The feeling of alone-ness tickled at your pride. As other people your age started to arrive with their friends, you felt utterly stupid. You stuck out like a sore thumb with your Prada sunglasses, floppy sun hat, and your one piece that was in pristine condition.

You looked like your great aunt when she went to the beach, but your family was from old money and very modest. Image was everything.

To avoid as much attention as you could, you laid your towel under an isolated palm tree, pulled out an emergency book for social situations just like this, and hid behind your hat. For the most part, people ignored you.

“Hey there, beautiful!” a voice shouted. You spoke too soon.

You pushed the brim of your hat back, searching for JJ, but your eyes landed on a guy with buzzed black hair running towards you with a volleyball wedged under his arm.

He offered a crooked smile. “You should come and play.”

“Uh… I’d rather not,” you said, smiling apologetically. “I’m waiting for someone.”

“Who?” the guy pressed.

“A friend.” Your attention went back to your book, hoping that this guy would take the hint.

Unfortunately, he stayed and even edged closer to you. “Is he another Kook? Invading our territory?”

“He’s actually a Pogue,” you said, refusing to make eye contact. “I was invited here.”

“I don’t see him,” the guy said, snatching your book. He tossed aside in the sand. “Come entertain some other honest working class folk.”

“No, thank you,” you said, standing up to retrieve your book.

As you bent down to get it, you heard the guy grunt and the sound of skin on skin contact. You shot up to see JJ shoving the guy in the chest.

“Get out of here, Oscar. She’s my guest,” he said.

Oscar stumbled, but regained his balance. He came back up smirking.

“Didn’t know you found a replacement Kook princess.”

JJ was about to launch forward, but you rushed forward and slapped his shoulder with your book.

“No fighting,” you ordered. “You owe me as much for being so late.”

He turned to you, ready to argue, but your gaze was as hard as steel. He’d never seen you so determined before, and he yielded.

“Just get lost, Oscar.”

Oscar saluted, before turning around and shouting, “I’ll let you two love birds have your alone time!”

JJ huffed. ‘You should really let me punch him in the throat. At the very least, Y/N.”

“Well, if you weren’t late…”

“Hey, I would argue that my timing was impeccable.” JJ looked down at the book you slapped him with. “You brought a book to your surfing lessons?”

“Well, it came in handy. You see, my teacher was like thirty minutes late, and I had to find a way to pass the time…”

“You’re not gonna let that go, are you?” JJ laughed.

“Just show me how to surf, Pogue.”

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For the next hour, you didn’t even walk into the ocean with a surfboard in your arms. Contrary to his firecracker energy, JJ was a patient teacher, diligent in every instruction that he told you.

First, he took you into the ocean--not even to knee high water. He kept pointing out waves that would be ideal for you being a novice surfer.

“That! That right there! See that, princess?” he cried out, comically entranced with a wave as it crested over. “Take a mental picture. That’s what we’re aiming for.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, unimpressed.

Although the lessons started out slow, JJ kept you on your feet with his constant touches although they were disappointedly not intimate.

Every other minute, he was pulling you by the arm towards him or grabbing your hand to feel the pull of the waves.

You couldn’t think of why he didn't just say “reach down” or “step closer,” but you weren’t complaining either. Guilty as well, you’d reach for his shoulder to ask a question instead of calling his name.

You also insisted on reapplying sunscreen for two reasons: you don’t want skin cancer and you loved to spread the balm onto JJ’s nose before giving him a surprisingly harsh pat on the cheek. JJ would laugh but also snatch the sunscreen bottle from your hands, threatening to squirt it in your hair.

Hanging out with him was so refreshing and, as the hours went by and the sun started to cast longer shadows, you wished that this day could last forever.

That is until you got to actually surfing.

You quickly mastered riding on your stomach--it was essentially boogie boarding, but JJ soon deemed you ready to stand up.

“Stabilize yourself on one leg first,” he instructed as you practiced jumping onto your board in the sand.

You had never felt more ridiculous, but he’s insisted you were doing well.

“Engage that core, too.” He came up and playfully punched you in the stomach. “Strength, confidence. It’s needed for every sport.”

“Even golf?” you teased, jumping up on the board again.

“Better,” he said. “And golf is not a sport!”

After JJ gave you the okay, you and him walked back into the sea to catch a baby wave.

“You’ve got this,” JJ assured. “The seven year olds get this in no time.”

You laughed nervously. “No pressure or anything.”

Pointing the nose of your board to shore, you looked back and waited for a good wave.

“See that?” JJ asked. “I’d take that one.”

With a firm nod, you sucked in a deep breath.

Moment of truth, you told yourself. This is what you’ve always wanted. To surf.

Underneath the board, you felt the pull of the undertow rushing towards you, and you lightly paddled to catch the wave that was rushing to shore. Feeling it catch your board, you pushed yourself up, landing on one foot then the other.

Holy shit.

You were surfing… until you weren’t. It didn’t take long for your balance to waver. Crouching down to increase your center of gravity, just as JJ taught you, couldn’t save you though. You flew from the board, landing on your butt in shallow water.

You huffed and debated laying down and letting the ocean take you.

“I suck,” you said, looking up to see JJ trotting towards you.

Offering a hand, he lifted you from the water and pushed your hair out of your eyes.

“Gotta engage that core,” he teased, poking your stomach. “Okay, take two.”

You frowned, but walked with him to your original spot.

“Take two,” you muttered.

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By the time the sun was setting and you started to pack up, you’d finally mastered the baby waves.

“Next lesson,” JJ said, tying the surfboards on the roof of John B’s van. “We’re upgrading to waist-high waves, princess.”

“I’ve graduated from baby waves?” you chuckled.

You were tossing your stuff in the back of the van when JJ poked his head through the driver’s side window.

“Hell yeah. By this time next week, you’re going to be able to outsurf Topper.”

Rolling your eyes, you hopped out of the back of the van to slide into the passenger seat. JJ was skeptical about driving you home, but you insisted, complaining about how tired you were.

The ride home almost had you snoring in the front seat. JJ rolled the windows down, letting streams of air weave through your hair. Soft reggae music filled the empty space, too, which personally carried you to the blurred line of consciousness and sleep.

“Princess...” a soft but rough voice sang. The sound tickled at your ears. “Do I need to blast Pope’s angry studying mixtape, Y/N?”

A gentle hand brushed your cheek, ran down your arm, and then pinched the skin just above your elbow..

You whined, but only curled up in a ball and turned away from the voice.

“Come on, princess. Before your parents come out to ask why a beat up VW is in their driveway.”

Your parents. That was an ice water bucket to your unsuspecting head.

“I’m up,” you said, sitting up straight and rubbing your eyes. “Sorry about that.”

“You’re fine,” JJ said, reaching across you to manually unlock your door. “Same time tomorrow?”

“I’ll let you know otherwise,” you said, reaching into the backseat to pull your wallet from your tote bag.

“Hey, I know we didn’t really talk about payment,” you started, “but I thought a flat rate of $25 per lesson was fair?” You offered him the money. “If not, I have more.”

JJ just stared at the money and shook his head. “No need.”

“No, I insist. I mean you’re sacrificing your time and-”

JJ pushed your hand away.

“I wouldn’t charge a friend,” he said.

“Friend…” A smirk played at your lips. “Are we official now?”

“Shut up.” JJ laughed and pawed your shoulder.

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Lightly shutting your front door closed, you tiptoed out of the foyer in the dark.

“You’ve been busy today,” your father said, flicking his reading lamp on inside of the sitting room.

“Jesus, dad,” you sighed. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for bed?”

“Yes.” Your dad stood up and slowly walked to meet you toe to toe. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye. “Unfortunately, your mother and I have been worried about our daughter who left the house at two o’clock today, saying that she would be going out and that she'd be back after dinner.”

“Is that… false?” you questioned, knowing that nothing could help your case now.

“It’s three hours after dinner, Y/N. Where were you all day? We texted you.”

Under the summer sun, your phone’s charge had plummeted within an hour of being on the beach.

“I was with… Rafe,” you lied. “Rafe wanted to show me his dad’s boat. He hosted this little get together. We went out and my phone died and we all got distracted talking about life. Rafe just graduated, so we all picked his brain about high school and college applications.”

“Rafe’s taking a gap year.” Shit.

“Rafe invited some of his senior friends, too,” you added quickly. “You know how much school means to me.”

Your father frowned. “I have connections, Y/N. You’re guaranteed a spot in any business school worth going to. I thought we agreed that anything other than business school would be a waste of my hard earned money.”

You didn’t bother reminding him that your family was some of the oldest money in the Outer Banks.

“You’re right, dad,” you murmured, sulking past him and upstairs to your bedroom “Forget that I said anything.”

Even though conversations with your dad always soured your mood, you settled under your bed covers with a smile on your face. Thanks to JJ Maybank, you just had the best day of your life.

[Part Three]

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A/N: Any and all feedback is much appreciated!! Is there something you’d like to see in the next part? Any predictions? In the future installments, I can’t wait to explore Y/N’s personal goals and how JJ will encourage her to distance herself from the expectations of her parents.

Have a great day/evening/existence,

liz

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Quiet Me + Buck and Frankie 💙 have a lovely day Merc!

I’m shoving this together with a prompt from a Kind Anonymous Friend: Mourn me with buck and frankie?? 🥺

When his roommate had said there was 'a hell of a brunette' waiting for him in the hall, he was thinking it was the girl from Friday night at the bar, not - her.

God, what a woman! Peacetime looked good on her, as did real clothes - a suit in a practical shade of taupe and a hat that managed to bring out the color of her eyes and make her look like a million dollars at the same time. But other than the clothes, not much had changed - she was still the woman he remembered, and all of a sudden, he ...didn't remember what words were. "Hi."

"Hi yourself," she replied.

"Lynn, you gonna introduce us?" Bob was wining and dining on the sudden appearance of the old girlfriend, who was, as the phrase went, a dish.

"Bob, this is...Frankie Horgan. She, um...we met during the war. Frankie, this is my, my roommate, Bob Talbot."

"You some kind of Red Cross Hostess or something?" Bob asked with a grin.

"Nurse, evacuation hospital," Frankie replied with a smile, one of those 500 kilowatt, charm you into submission jobs she'd used on poor schmucks in the hospital who needed to take their pills or else. "Bob, could you be a dear and give us a minute? In private?"

Bob was only too happy to comply, leaving them alone on the front step with a grin. Buck watched him leave and cleared his throat. "Suppose Marjorie gave you my address."

"Suppose she did. She says you're doing well for yourself in law school." She allowed herself a smirk. "You always did have a mouth on you."

Oh, he'd missed this - had missed her. "And you, you're...you're doing well?"

"I'm still Frankie Horgan, if that's what you're asking, Buck."

It was what he'd been asking, damn her. She always could see right through him. "Why did you come here, Frankie?"

"Because I made a mistake, and I need to fix it." She took a breath. "That winter, in Bastogne - Don came, Marjorie came, hell, even Dick Winters came, and every single one of them said 'You have to come see him, Frankie, he needs you.' So I did, and you said, at the time, that you weren't in a fit state to be a husband, or even a friend, and that I should just give you up for dead. I was a coward, and I complied. Well, I refuse to do so any longer. You will not be dead to me, Buck Compton. You will be very much alive, and I don't care if it takes me two months or twenty years, but I will at least be your freind again, if I can't be anything else to you, because I failed in that the first time, leaving you alone, and I'd like an opportunity to make it right."

She took an opportunity to take a breath, fixing him with one of her stares, and Buck felt something in him break. He remembered that day, remembered sending her away, and it was as bitter now as it had been then. There were tears in his eyes and he didn't much care, because she was bringing back a lot of things he hadn't thought about in a long time, things he'd buried under his books and his papers and his long hours in the library, about Belgium, about Bill and Joe and all those other guys who hadn't made it home. It was a long time ago now, and he'd finally made his peace with it - mostly made his peace, anyway. The last thing he'd needed was...Frankie.

He was thinking, now, of how magnificent she was when she was angry, how beautiful she'd become after peacetime had allowed her to gain ten pounds and wear clothes that fit, how much he'd missed seeing her face, how much he didn't want to screw this up like he'd screwed up so many other things. "Are you sure you aren't going to law school, too?" he asked, sniffling and taking a moment to wipe at his eyes. "You always could win an argument."

She shook her head. "I've got a job in the city - live-in nurse. Pay's pretty terrible, but the hours are okay."

"So, how do you want to play this?"

"We could start over," Frankie suggested. "There's a bar down the street with a darts board."

"It's kind of a college place," he said, suddenly feeling shy about taking Frankie to his local dive, where everyone knew him.

"Aren't you kind of a college guy?" she replied. He couldn't argue with that. "You could shake the joint up a bit by bringing a sophisticated older woman along - show those co-eds what they can aspire to."

And all he could do was laugh - because the alternative was to be angry about all the opportunities for laughs he'd missed.

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