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Summer days pass me by - T. Jost

“I feel like I’m stuck, doing the same thing over and over with the same nothing at the end. I need to do something new. Wanna help me make this the best summer ever?”

“You do know that sounds like the start of a coming of age film, right?”

Summary: Mollie Thomas has been friends with Tyson Jost since they were children – but this summer by the lake could change everything.

Warnings: childhood friends to lovers, some bad language, a little angst

Word Count: 9.5k

A/N: I love Tyson Jost so much – this is a super indulgent fic that I started back in August 2020, and it’s been one hell of a journey writing it, including a complete rewrite about 2/3 through. This OC was actually the first one I ever attempted on hockeyblr, although I’ve since written a fair few in stories I've since posted over the years, and she holds a special place in my heart.

This Tyson blurb I wrote in July 2022 is what inspired me to rewrite this story (and thank you @bqstqnbruin for all the encouragement to finish it!).

If there was one thing about summer that Mollie Thomas loved the most, it was being by the lake. As soon as the weather was good enough, she would head up there with friends to relax, have barbecues and mess around on the water. Being by the lake simply was the epitome of summer, sunshine and friendship – she’d grown up doing it, her parents trusting her to go alone since the age of 15, and now 10 years later (despite some friends moving away), she still loved nothing more than watching the days roll on by from the lakeshore.

Utter bliss.

Mollie had been teaching history at the local Kelowna high school ever since graduating from the local college three years ago, and when the weather started getting consistently sunny, she even went up to the lake some evenings after work, depending on who was around. But now that the end of the school year was approaching, she would no longer be restricted to the occasional evening after work, and she honestly couldn’t wait.

Why? Because soon one of her best friends would be coming back to Kelowna for the summer. Tyson Jost.

Mollie had known Tyson ever since he’d moved to Kelowna to live with his grandparents when he was 13, his family's house being down the road from Mollie’s family. Her older brother John had been on the same hockey team as Tyson, so he’d always been around – but with John being a couple of years older than them, Tyson and Mollie had become fast friends.

Sure, things had become harder when Tyson had gotten more serious with ice hockey. When Mollie’s brother John had quit playing, choosing to focus on school instead, Mollie had been worried that they wouldn’t want to hang out any more – but that wasn’t the case. Hockey or no hockey, Tyson had always been there for her, and she knew she could count on him for anything.

He was the guy that encouraged her to get out of her comfort zone. He was the guy that turned to her for help asking out his first girlfriend Sarah Cooper. He was the guy that punched her first boyfriend for kissing Jenny Prince behind her back. He was the guy that made her laugh down the phone when college had been stressful. He was the only guy that she would wear another team’s colours for whenever he played against the Canucks. He was the guy that called her with a broken heart when the Avs had traded him. He was the guy that she looked forward to seeing most every summer, and she couldn’t wait to see him this year.

She missed him – who could blame her?

It was a Sunday afternoon, just about to head into the last week of the school year, and Mollie was soaking up the sun by the lake with some of her best friends; Bryony, Louis, Michael, Chase and Allison. There had been other people hanging out with them in the morning, including Mollie’s brother John and his wife Michelle, but the remaining six were the tightest group. So tight, that they’d all chipped in to rent a cottage together this summer, Allison’s uncle owning a couple in the area and offering them first dibs. Naturally, they’d all sprung at the chance of having a summer home base, even if not all of them were there all the time, so Mollie had that to look forward to starting next weekend, the moment that the school year ended. Bryony, Louis and Michael were also teachers, although across various different schools to Mollie, so at least she wouldn’t be the only one up at the cottage during the weekdays.

“Anyone for a refill?”

Mollie turned her head to the camping chair next to her, watching Bryony stand up and wiggle her empty can in the air. Mollie nodded, smiling at her friend, and a few others nodded too. As soon as Bryony walked away, Allison plunked down in the vacated seat, turning to Mollie with a grin.

Allison was probably Mollie’s closest girlfriend in Kelowna – also living on the same street as Mollie’s family – and while the two of them couldn’t have looked more different (Allison a curvaceous insta-airbushed blonde compared to Mollie’s chestnut hair and tomboy runner’s body), Allison had encouraged Mollie to be as confident and friendly as her, and Mollie was forever grateful. Sure, Allison was an incorrigible flirt and flitted between jobs, and sure Mollie had her moments where her anxiety got the better of her – but Allison was as close a friend to her as Tyson was, and Mollie loved that.

Even when Allison’s grin spelled troublemaker, like it did right now as Allison got comfy in Bryony’s vacated chair.

“So you know how my Uncle’s got me helping out with administration for his holiday home rentals this summer, in exchange for us getting our cottage for a lower price?” Allison prompted.

Mollie raised an eyebrow at the glee in her friend’s voice. Whatever it was, clearly she was excited about it – and considering that the cottage had been a good deal, clearly this was good gossip.

“Yeah, I remember…why?” Mollie mused.

“Well, a couple of cottages on this side of the lake have been rented…one of them by someone you know very well…”

Mollie knew her friend meant well, but this cryptic stuff was not helping.

“Out with it, Ally,” Mollie said bluntly.

“Tyson rented the cottage closest to ours for two months,” Allison grinned.

What?

Holy shit.

“He’s going to be here all summer?” Mollie asked, excited.

“Yep! As far as I’ve heard, Tyson’s got some buddies coming up to stay with him at various points, and probably his sister too. I don’t know when or for how long, but there’s definitely enough rooms for all of them in that cabin to be there together so it’s going to be so much fun!” Allison told her, “Now that I think about it, I probably wasn’t meant to tell you. Tyson was probably keeping it as a surprise. Oops.”

Mollie just giggled, too happy to care that Tyson hadn’t said anything to her about his plans. It had been too long since she’d seen her childhood friend – summers just weren’t enough time with him – and knowing that he was going to be around for two solid months just made her heart soar. This was everything.

“Oh man, this is going to be the best summer,” Mollie sighed happily.

“Maybe this summer you and Tyson will finally admit how much you love each other.”

Mollie rolled her eyes, shaking her head. For some reason, Allison (and the rest of their other friends) had it in their heads that her friendship with Tyson was more than platonic. Sometimes it got really annoying because honestly nothing had ever happened between them (not even a hint of an almost) but she tried not to let it bug her. She knew where she stood with Tyson – yeah, he was incredibly handsome, with a good heart and a wonderful smile, but she wouldn’t trade their friendship for anything. Ever.

“We’re just friends, Ally-cat,” Mollie sing-songed, rolling her eyes.

“We’ll see,” Allison sing-songed back.

Honestly. Troublemaker.

Mollie ignored her friend’s laughter as she pulled out her phone, opening up her text thread with Tyson.

From: Mollie

A little birdy tells me you’ve rented a cabin by the lake for the summer…

Mollie barely had to wait a couple of minutes before her phone buzzed with a reply.

From: Tyson

I swear Ally can’t keep her mouth shut.

I was trying to surprise you!

Mollie giggled to herself, ignoring Allison’s wriggling eyebrows.

From: Mollie

Trust me, I’m surprised.

School finishes next week – I can’t wait to see you!

It really had been too long.

“Tell your future husband we miss him!” Allison crowed.

“Oh you’re texting Tyson? Say hi from me!” Chase grinned from across the chair circle.

Mollie stuck her tongue out at him as Allison cackled next to her. Her friends were such dicks sometimes.

From: Mollie

The gang say hi and that they all miss you

“Done, happy?” Mollie said dryly.

“Extremely,” Allison grinned, looking like the cat that ate the canary.

“I don’t know why I like you at all,” Mollie said bluntly, although her smile gave away her lie.

Allison just wriggled her eyebrows again, earning laughter from the whole group and another eye roll from Mollie.

From: Tyson

Hi back from me!

I miss them too

I miss you the most

Mollie’s eyes widened slightly, a light flush warming her cheeks. What? Why was she reacting like this? Tyson said that all the time. Kind of. No, stop it. Mollie swallowed heavily, keeping her eyes down to avoid a reaction from their friends.

From: Mollie

I miss you too

With that, Mollie shoved her phone back into her pocket, just in time for Bryony to arrive with a fresh round of beers, which Mollie was more than grateful for. What was that all about?

“I am so ready for a drink.”

“Make it two,” Mollie mused, grinning at Allison’s words.

“Make it three,” Chase laughed, “I can’t wait to cool off in the lake, it’s too damn hot today.”

That was an understatement. The temperature was sweltering and even just thinking about jumping into the cold water was almost too much to bear. Mollie been waiting all week for this Friday evening – while the four of them who were teachers had been up at the lake during the week every day since their schools finished for the summer a week ago, Allison and Chase had weekday 9-5s, so Mollie had volunteered to drive back into town to bring them out for the weekend, finally bringing their big friendship group together in their rented cabin for the summer. Of course Mollie had visited her family (with her brother John and his wife Michelle reminding her they wouldn’t be up at the lake until next week) to fill the time while she waited for Allison and Chase to be ready, as well as stocking up on supplies, but now Mollie was more than ready to kick back and relax.

After she’d been in the water, of course.

Thankfully Mollie had put a bikini on underneath her clothes, just a simple little red thing, before picking up her friends today, so as soon as she’d parked outside their cabin, brought the cooler of drinks and snacks into the kitchen, and dumped her duffel bag by the stairs, she stripped off her clothes as she walked towards the tempting water. Bryony wolf-whistled as Mollie walked past the three who were already there, and Mollie just flipped them all off with a grin, kicking off her shoes quickly before taking off in a run down the dock and diving into the water.

Bliss.

Allison and Chase, both having stripped down to their swimsuits too, wasted no time in joining Mollie in the water, and all Mollie could do was smile as she resurfaced. This was summer. All of them together in glorious weather at the most beautiful place in Kelowna. What more could she ever want?

“LOOK WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN!”

Mollie turned her head at Michael’s hollering, grinning at the sight of the familiar figure walked over from the neighbouring cabin. Tyson. Mollie eagerly hauled herself back up onto the dock, slipping back into her shoes and picking up a towel from the stack at the beginning of the dock to dry herself off with as she walked back to the cabins, waving hello as she got closer.

“There you are.”

Mollie just grinned and threw her arms around Tyson’s neck, him just laughing as he picked her up, swinging her round in a circle, not seeming to care that she was getting him wet.

“You’d think you were happy to see me or something,” Tyson teased, setting her back on her feet.

“Oh hush, you know I am,” Mollie sighed happily, running the towel over her wet hair, “Are you happy to be back here?”

“You know it,” he nodded, smiling sweetly at her, “even more so knowing that I’m nowhere near Buffalo and that you’re here.”

Well Mollie would never say no to a bit of Tyson charm.

“Flattery gets you everywhere, Mr Jost,” she mused, trying to calm her racing heart.

It wasn’t fair that nothing about him had changed at all and yet somehow his pretty curls and pretty face were even more handsome since she’d last seen him. So unfair.

“HEY LOVEBIRDS!”

A shout from Bryony broke Mollie out of her thoughts, and she saw Tyson blush fiercely as they both looked at the group by the chairs to see them all smirking at the two of them. And to think it was usually Allison who was the troublemaker. Mollie just flipped them all double birds, earning laughter.

“We’d better go before people start talking eh?” she laughed, trying to hide her blush.

“Let them talk,” Tyson grinned, but starting walking over to the ring of chairs anyway.

It wasn’t fair that her stomach filled with butterflies at the simple sight of his smile.

As Louis handed Mollie a cold white claw, Tyson already having one in hand, she took the empty seat at Tyson’s side. By the time that Allison and Chase hauled themselves out the water to join the group, they were all well on their way to catching up.

They talked about Bryony and Louis still being together, their relationship going on 5 years strong. They talked about Allison losing another job, her uncle having taken pity on her and letting her do his administration for the summer cabins he owned. They talked about the school year, how parents and kids were a stressful nightmare most days now. They talked about Tyson’s season, sort of, Tyson just saying that he was happy to be back up from the AHL. They talked about Tyson’s sister Kacey, how she was kicking ass and taking names. They talked about Chase’s hard-earned promotion at work, finally getting the recognition he deserved. They talked about all the plans they had for the next two months here at the lake and the more they talked and drank and laughed, Mollie just sank back in her chair, taking everything in, soaking everything up.

This really was heaven.

Tyson noticed her relax back in her chair and just smiled at her, earning a genuine smile back. Yeah this was going to be a summer to remember, she could feel it.

Another couple of days passed at the lake cabin, Chase and Allison heading back into town while Tyson stayed at his place, and Mollie couldn’t be happier. Happy enough to make breakfast pancakes and bacon for Bryony, Louis and Michael after she showered following her early run around the lake, leaving it all in the oven for them with a note while she cleared up. Breakfast she could handle – it was the little things. She knew her friends would appreciate it anyway.

As she was taking out the trash though, she spotted Tyson doing exactly the same from his cabin, and waved enthusiastically at him, grinning as he laughed. He was clearly still adjusting to waking up early, same as she was – he still looked a little bleary eyed as they walked towards the end of their driveways.

“Good morning Tys!” she said cheerfully.

“Morning!” he mused.

She jogged over to him, Tyson catching her in a hug as she reached his side, making her laugh and squeeze him back tightly. Mornings like this were exactly what she had missed while he was away. As she pulled away though, her phone buzzed with a series of texts, and she pulled out her phone only to frown at the sender. Her ex. Ew. He really wasn’t getting the hint.

“Who’s making your face do that?”

Mollie cursed under her breath and tucked her phone away with.

“It’s no-one,” she said simply, willing him to let it go.

“No-one doesn’t make you grimace like that,” Tyson pointed out, “And it doesn’t make you hide it from me. So who is it?”

She really couldn’t pretend around him, could she? And it wasn’t like he hadn’t heard about her terrible ex boyfriends before.

“It’s my ex. Justin. It’s been six months since I caught him texting other girls with all the things he wanted to do to them, and while I don’t know if he physically cheated, I still kicked him to the curb the moment I found out. Every now and again he blows up my phone, even though I never answer him,” Mollie explained, “His mom even knows and yells at him for bugging me. He’ll get bored soon enough.”

Yeah, this latest ex wasn’t exactly one of her finest choices.

The deep frown that shifted onto Tyson’ face was an interesting reaction though.

“If he doesn’t leave you alone, tell me. I still know enough people in this town, and I can hunt him down and punch him if he doesn’t back off.”

A rush of heat went through her veins at his words, a flush spreading across her cheeks.

There was a flashback in her mind to when they were 15, when Tyson found out that her first boyfriend Todd kissed Jenny Prince behind her back, and sucker-punched him at school in her honour. It was a beautiful memory. And to know that he’d still defend her like that?

“You always were my knight in shining armour,” Mollie teased.

But Tyson just shrugged. “You know I’ve got your back no matter what. That’s what best friends are for.”

Such a sweetheart.

Something about his tone though, how seriously he’d taken her words, made Mollie keep her eye on Tyson throughout the day, and by the time that late afternoon rolled around when their barbecue was in full swing, she finally cornered him again. There was just something in his eyes that looked…tense. It wasn’t the Tyson she knew and it worried her that even in the most relaxing place in Kelowna, he still looked so stressed.

“Hey, Tys, fresh beer?”

Tyson smiled his thanks, taking it with a nod. There was no one else standing too closely so she didn’t feel bad for confronting him like this, not at all.

“So are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?” she said softly.

Tyson’s eyes widened a little, before he huffed out a laugh.

“There’s no point hiding anything with you, is there?”

Just like her with him. But Mollie winced. “If there’s something you don’t actually want to talk about, then I’m not going to push. That’s the last thing I want.”

Tyson just nodded, taking a sip of his beer, as if to steel himself. Clearly this was more than passing worry. What was going on?

“Every summer I’ve ever had has been the same. Arrive back to Kelowna, get sympathy and pitying smiles for how shitty the season was, hanging about by the lake, train, start hockey again. I’m tired of it,” Tyson groaned.

“Tired of it?” she asked, confused, trying to understand what he meant.

Surely he didn’t mean he was tired of hockey? She knew how much the sport meant to him.

“I’m tired, Mollie. I feel like I’m stuck, doing the same thing over and over with the same nothing at the end. I need to do something new or I feel like I’m going to go crazy,” Tyson sighed.

Okay, okay that she could manage.

“It must be so frustrating, pouring your whole heart into the sport you love, and not getting the reward you deserve. And the fact that you still feel like this in the off season? That’s not good, Tys,” Mollie murmured, “What can I do to help?”

He sent her a sad smile.

“I’m not sure, really. If I don’t know what I can do, I don’t know what anyone else can do,” he said softly, “But being here with you right now, talking with you like this, I appreciate it. I don’t exactly trust many people with my full thoughts like this.”

That both saddened her and made her heart soar. The fact that he didn’t really have anyone else he could really talk to was devastating…but the fact that he trusted her enough? That was everything.

“Then we can talk and vent and rant and scream as much as you need. And we’ll build your happiness back up, just like you deserve. I’m here for you, Tyson,” she said firmly.

“Yeah?”

That smile would be the end of her, she just knew it.

“Yeah, I mean it,” she nodded, helpless to do anything but smile back.

“Wanna help me make this the best summer ever?” he grinned.

“You do know that sounds like the start of a coming of age film, right?” Mollie teased.

Tyson nudged her with his shoulder, earning a nudge back.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, hope filling his voice.

“Obviously,” she grinned.

How could she say no to him?

But as she looked into his eyes, there was something in his gaze that made her breath hitch in her chest, her grin sliding from her face. Tyson seemed to be caught in the moment too as his own face drifted into neutral, his eyes locked on hers in return. She didn’t realise how close they had shifted until her fingers brushed against his arm, Tyson’s eyes darting down to where they were touching before he looked back up at her. Her heart was pounding, ears full of a rushing sound, her thoughts filled with nothing but the dazed look on Tyson’s face.

It was when his gaze flicked down to her lips that she jolted out of her reverie, just in time for a couple of shrieks and splashes came from the end of the dock.

Fuck. Fuck.

What was that? What the hell was that?

“Mollie…” Tyson murmured, fingers brushing against hers finally.

“I’m going to get some more food,” she said quickly, stepping backwards.

It took all her strength to turn away from the confused hurt expression on Tyson’s face, and walk over to join Bryony and Louis at the barbecue, plastering a smile on her face as her head whirled, desperately trying not to panic. Tyson had almost kissed her. She had almost kissed Tyson. Tyson wanted to kiss her. She wanted to kiss Tyson. Did she want to kiss Tyson?

Of course she wanted to.

But since when did she give into fleeting desires around him? And since when did he ever look at her like that? No, she couldn’t deal with this. She wouldn’t, not tonight. Maybe not ever. What the hell, Tyson?

Tyson and Mollie didn’t talk about the moment they shared at all. The first two weeks of their two month summer, almost a full week since that fateful night, passed quickly and the longer they went not mentioning it, Mollie found herself burying the topic completely. From Wednesday morning to Friday midday, Mollie, Tyson, Bryony, Louis and Chase all quickly fell into a routine that she knew would carry on for the rest of the summer. Mollie did her usual run along the lake front each morning, with Bryony and Tyson joining her for a yoga session today, the Friday morning. She spent each day cycling through swimming, sunbathing, and reading, all of the group taking it in turns to cook dinner while sorting out their own lunches. She kayaked with Chase and Tyson for a couple of hours before lunch on Thursday, the three of them paddling in a comfortable silence most the way, taking pictures to make their friends jealous of the beautiful views.

And now Bryony and Louis were back from their grocery run for the barbecue tonight, to celebrate Mollie’s brother John and his wife Michelle coming up for the weekend, as well as Tyson’s friends Mat and Dante arriving ahead of their own week’s stay. They’d all met Mat and Dante before, the two of them joining Tyson for a few summer’s now (and Dante joining on his own the year before that started) so Mollie was well prepared for the chaos those two always seemed to bring. At least in comparison to the peace and calm that Tyson’s friend JT brought when he visited (which he would be doing for two weeks after Dante and Mat left).

It was going to be an interesting stretch of time, that was for sure.

After Tyson had gotten his friends settled in, they immediately joined Mollie’s group to chill on the clearing by the dock, relaxing for a few hours before they needed to start prepping for the barbecue tonight. Chase and Allison wouldn’t be joining them until later, and neither would John and Michelle, but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t have fun before then.

“We’ve got snacks and fresh fruit and cold beers, help yourselves,” Michael grinned, waving towards the coolers on the back decking of their cabin.

Mat, Dante, and Tyson saluted, making them all laugh, Tyson carrying over their own crate of beers to add to the coolers too. Mollie just stayed silent, offering Tyson a small smile, to which he sent a hesitant one back. Great. He was still going to be awkward around his friends too. With a quiet sigh, quiet enough that no-one else heard it, she laid back down on her deckchair, eager to let the sun wash away the underlying tension she was desperate to ignore.

Maybe with his friends here, Tyson would get over the awkwardness and they could return to normal. At least, she hoped they could. She didn’t know what she would do if they didn’t.

“So, Mollie looks good, huh?”

“Don’t even think about it Barzy,” Tyson scowled.

Dante and Mat looked at each other only briefly before bursting into laughter.

“We know she’s yours, Josty. Chill,” Dante snickered.

“She’s not mine,” Tyson shot back, narrowing his eyes.

His friends just laughed harder.

“Yeah okay, and you totally weren’t distracted when she was sunbathing in that tiny pink bikini this afternoon, right,” Mat teased.

“I swear, I will throw you in the lake.”

The weekend was…odd, to say the least. Mollie didn’t spend nearly as much time with Tyson as she normally did, mostly because he looked like he didn’t know what to say to her and she didn’t have a clue what to say to him. She got away with it though, having her brother and sister-in-law up at the cabin, and Tyson having his friends to distract him. She had to get over this weirdness. She needed to.

On the Sunday evening, when her brother John and Michelle drove back into town, she followed them back, staying at her apartment for a night ahead of a family dinner their mom had insisted on for the Monday night. It wasn’t a hardship to take a little break from the cabin, using the time to pamper herself with a long bath and a face mask, giving herself the time to refresh. And Monday she spent giving her apartment a giant deep clean, driving all thoughts from her mind until she only had enough time to shower and change before heading over to her parents house.

“Mollie! Baby! Are you eating enough?”

Mollie just rolled her eyes fondly at her mom’s greeting.

“Nice to see you too mom. I brought wine,” she mused, stepping into her childhood home.

“Ooh, I do love a good cabernet, thank you darling. John and Michelle are already here – they’re with your dad in the den,” her mom said cheerfully, “I’m just finishing up in here!”

“I’ll help you, mom. It’s been a while.”

Mollie’s mom just beamed at her, kissing her cheek before wandering back into the kitchen. She followed with a smile on her face, heart bursting with the love that only a mom could cause, her mom especially. Mollie put on the apron that her mom passed her, the two of them chopping vegetables for the salad in a comfortable silence, Mollie just enjoying her mom dancing along to the radio while they worked. True to her word, they didn’t take long to finish preparing everything, and in no time at all, her mom was calling everyone to the table for dinner.

Incredible chicken pot pie, with creamy mash, a variety of greens, and homemade gravy, with a fruit cobbler for dessert. This was exactly what she needed.

What she didn’t need was her brother opening his mouth the moment that they finished eating.

“So mom, has Mollie told you about Tyson yet?”

What the hell?

“No? Is everything okay?” her mom asked, voice full of concern as she turned to look at Mollie.

She kicked her brother under the table but he just smiled sweetly at her. Her older brother was such a child.

“He’s fine mom. A little stressed after the season, but fine,” Mollie said, as calmly as she could.

“I was talking about all the flirting actually,” John said innocently.

“Shut up, John! There hasn’t been any flirting!” she hissed.

He was a dead man. Michelle could move on happily.

“Flirting?” her dad frowned.

“Flirting?!” her mom cried happily.

For fuck’s sake. She needed to nip this in the bud before her mom pulled out her scrapbooks.

“There is no flirting. John is delusional, maybe a touch of heat stroke. You really check that out for him, Michelle,” Mollie said firmly, her sister-in-law just sending her a pitying smile, “Tyson and I don’t flirt with each other.”

“It’s been different this year and you know it,” John shot back.

Michelle elbowed him, but other than a grunt he didn’t react at all, his smirk staying put.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. He’s one of my best friends and you know it,” Mollie scowled.

“Me thinks the lady doth protest too much,” John sing-songed.

“Oh you assho-”

“That’s enough,” their mom interrupted, gaze firm. Mollie snapped her mouth shut, John doing the same. “Johnathan Neil Thomas, cut it out. If Mollie says they’re still just friends, then that’s that.”

Mollie smiled triumphantly, earning an eye roll from her brother.

“And Mollie Eliza Thomas, if there ever is a change between you and Tyson then you know you can be open with us.”

Ugh.

“Mom!” Mollie hissed.

John just threw his head back and cackled, not even flinching at the elbow from his wife this time. How was he 27 years old?

“Alright, alright, I’m stopping,” their mom grinned, “and so is John.”

Seriously. It was bad enough that her head was messed up from whatever the hell had happened at the lake the other day, whatever the hell had been happening since Tyson came back this summer, but she didn’t need her family adding to it too.

“Cheer up buttercup. Whatever happens, happens,” her dad shrugged, smiling.

Mollie didn’t know if that made things better or worse. Sure, John could be doing the opposite, getting defensive and shutting down a ‘potential’ relationship between her and Tyson (not that there was anything) but this wasn’t helping.

“I’m disowning you all,” Mollie grumbled, “not you Michelle. As always, you’re an angel.”

Her brother’s wife just beamed. “If John doesn’t want to sleep on the sofa tonight, he’ll stop.”

What an angel she was indeed.

Her dad tactfully changed the topic to his upcoming fly fishing trip, finally giving Mollie some peace, but she was lost in her head from there on out, Michelle just filling up her wine glass in solidarity. By the time John and Michelle went home, Mollie had drunk a couple of glasses too many to safely drive home, so she crashed in her childhood bedroom, her mom thrilled that she got to fuss over her for another day.

Her dad promised to make her a hearty breakfast.

While she got ready for bed, doing her usual skincare routine after she changed, Mollie finally let herself embrace her thoughts. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, John’s teasing had gotten under her skin.

It’s been different this year and you know it.

Because it had been different this year. This summer had been full of all of this tension that hadn’t been there before that she didn’t know what to do with. This was her and Tyson. If she couldn’t figure out what it all meant to her, then where did that leave them?

Oh.

Oh no.

John was right. He’d been right all along. It was different this year. Everything with Tyson had felt different this year, the flirty teasing, the innocent touches, the way her heart had skipped at his smile. But why? What had changed?

And what could she do about it?

Tyson had never said anything to her about being more than friends in all of their years of knowing each other, not even as a joke in passing. There’d never been a moment like that almost moment before the barbecue the other day. There’d never been anything that had flared Mollie’s feelings into a tailspin like this, but now? Now she didn’t know what to think.

Breathe. Take a moment.

Mollie inhaled shakily, running her trembling hands through her chestnut hair. It was like a dam had burst, her emotions rushing over like a tidal wave, her heart racing and her breathing getting ragged. This had changed everything. How could she not think about Tyson differently now that the floodgates had opened? How could she ignore that he was her everything now that she’d admitted it to herself? What the hell was she supposed to do now?

“Mollie? Is everything alright?”

Mollie snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of her mom’s voice through the door, clearly having seen her light was still on. Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it.

“Yeah mom, just doing some yoga!” Mollie called back, hoping that the lie wasn’t too obvious, that her voice wasn’t too shaky.

“Alright sweetheart, get some rest! I’ll see you in the morning,”

Mollie just squeezed her eyes shut tightly, balling her fists at her sides as she curled up under her duvet. This wasn’t fair. All these years she’d maintained an amazing friendship with Tyson, a constant steadiness that she cherished, but now…could it really stay the same? Could she stay the same, knowing her feelings were actually real, when he didn’t feel the same? Could she pretend to be normal?

Could they even stay friends?

At the lake, unbeknown to Mollie, Tyson was going through his own emotional turmoil, sitting with Dante and Mat in the living area of his cabin.

“What’s going on with you and Mollie?”

“It feels different this year,” was all Tyson could offer to Dante’s question.

“Different…how?” Dante frowned.

Tyson sighed, running a hand over his face, missing the look that his friends exchanged.

“Tys, seriously. You and Mollie have always been so close, and yeah we tease you about it…but has something happened?” Mat said softly.

“I don’t know. There have been some moments. Like, emotionally-charged moments. That first weekend when we first saw each other again, she was wearing this tiny red bikini and she just looked so carefree and beautiful and so goddamn hot that it completely blew past all my defences. I couldn’t help but flirting and she flirted back. Talking to her felt like my heart was clenching and there was something in her eyes that said it wasn’t just me. And the other day at the barbecue, I just…I don’t know. We almost kissed and then she basically ran away,” Tyson said miserably.

Mat laughed softly, making Tyson whine in protest.

“This isn’t funny!”

“Oh it’s kinda funny. Why is it that everyone can see the connection between you two other than you?” Mat mused.

“We’re just friends. That’s all she wants, clearly,” Tyson sighed.

“That’s all she wants? Are you saying that you want more?” Dante asked, grinning.

Tyson just whined again at his friend’s excitement, dropping his head to rest in his hands. He couldn’t deny it, not any more. Not now that things felt so different, so…new. How could he?

“So you’re admitting that you like her. Finally. Are you sure that friendship is all Mollie wants? Have you even said anything?” Mat asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Why would I say anything?!” Tyson yelped, lifting his head up again.

Was Mat crazy?

Both Mat and Dante rolled their eyes. “You literally said that it wasn’t just you that had that emotionally charged moment,” Mat pointed out.

“I know but…”

“If there’s another moment like that, why don’t you just take a chance?” Dante interrupted, before Tyson could spiral into a panic, “if things are stressing you out this much, then maybe she’s feeling the same.”

Tyson bit his bottom lip, contemplating his friend’s words. Could he really do that?

Mat sighed, seeing Tyson’s hesitation. “Look, bud, you never know until you try. The friendship that you and Mollie have is so solid – even if things don’t happen between you two, nothing will change that.”

“I guess you’re right. She wouldn’t be weird about it, even if it is just me with feelings,” Tyson murmured.

Mat frowned, opening his mouth to argue, but Dante just elbowed him in the ribs, making him grunt.

“I don’t think it is just you, but yeah, you really should act on this, before you get too in your head about things. I know it’s scary and I know that you’ve got to take a risk, but I honestly think it’s going to pay off. It’s Mollie, Tys. How can things not?” Dante said warmly.

Mat nodded enthusiastically, making Tyson laugh softly.

“You really think I could take a chance?”

“Absolutely. You’re Tyson fucking Jost – you’ve got this!” Dante grinned.

Tyson smiled weakly, trying to put on a brave face. He wasn’t convinced, not with how much was on the line. Mollie was too important for him to lose. But maybe, just maybe, he could gain even more?

The week went on with Mollie no closer to an answer to what her next steps should be. At least Tyson was a little more relaxed around her, offering her genuine smiles rather than the awkward ones he’d been giving her since their almost moment. On Mat and Dante’s penultimate day, Allison arranged for a four jet skis to be sent up to the lake as a surprise, and they all took turns in racing each other on them, no-one getting too drunk to make sure they stayed safe.

After a few races on the jet ski, Mollie took a break, letting Louis take over to race Bryony, Mat and Dante, while Michael cheered them on and took photos. She could see her phone lighting up with jealous messages from Allison and Chase – FOMO was a bitch – so she could already predict that Allison would be extending their rental until after the full weekend had passed so she could have a go herself.

Mollie headed back out of the cabin with a book, a bottle of water, and some sunscreen, ready to relax for a little while now that she’d pulled some shorts back on, only to see Tyson already sitting where she had been planning to sit. Maybe it was fate. Maybe this was the time they needed, apart from the others. Maybe this was a sign.

Then again, Tyson had been fairly quiet today so far, letting Mat and Dante take the reins in conversation.

“Hey Tys. Mind if I join you?”

He jolted, looking up at her like she’d surprised him, making her frown slightly.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sure.”

Okay, not quite the reaction she’d been expecting. Even for him, this was weird. Still, she sat down in the chair next to him, reapplying her sunscreen before opening up her book. But the way that Tyson was sitting silently next to her, just staring out at the lake, was unsettling.

“Is everything okay?” she murmured, putting her bookmark in her book.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

His answer was so short, almost distant, unlike any way he’d ever spoken to her, and it hurt a little to hear that tone in his voice. Maybe she was just missing something, but him brushing her off like that on top of all of her emotional turmoil lately was just enough to make tears spring to her eyes.

It was all she could do to swallow heavily to keep her composure, and she stood up, dropping her book on her chair.

“Where are you going?” Tyson frowned.

“I don’t know. Just need to clear my head, I guess,” Mollie shrugged, attempting to keep her voice light.

“Can I come with you?” Tyson blurted.

That would be the opposite of helpful right now. But when he looked at her so hopefully, how could she say no? Maybe he’d actually open up, and his attitude was all a big misunderstanding? She could only hope. She couldn’t take him pulling away from her, if that’s what this was.

No, she had to have hope.

With a quick glance over her shoulder to check that their friends were all occupied, Mollie started to walk in the opposite direction down the lake front, knowing that Tyson would be following her. She wandered, a little aimlessly, trying to clear her head as she’d said to him, but nothing helped knowing that it was his footsteps following her.

Eventually she slowed to a stop at a little cove, ducking into it to get out of the harsh light of the sun, and Tyson stopped next to her, offering her a small smile. She had to return it – this was the place they’d dubbed ‘their spot’ after all. Back in Tyson’s first summer, she’d found him here after a difficult training session, full of frustration and homesickness, and it had been one of the things that bonded them so quickly. She’d never told anyone about this place, that it was hers and Tyson’s. Mollie hadn’t intended to come here, but clearly her subconscious had other plans.

Tyson took a step towards her, slipping slightly on a rock, and Mollie’s hands darted out to stead him, Tyson clinging to her forearms as he regained his balance. It was only when she laughed and looked back up at him that she realised they were standing so close that she could count his eyelashes, and she froze.

No, no she couldn’t do this. She needed less drama, less intensity, less…

“Mollie,” Tyson murmured, voice breathy.

“Tys, I…I can’t,” she choked.

Her head was swirling as she jerked out of his grip, trying not to slip herself as she stepped past him, but Tyson grabbed her hand to stop her leaving.

“Mollie, please don’t go! Just listen to me!” Tyson begged.

The desperation in his voice made her stop in her tracks. She closed her eyes, keeping her back to him as she tried to control her racing heartbeat, jumping slightly as his hand move to touch her shoulder. Against her better judgement, with a gentle squeeze of his hand, she turned back around to face him, biting her lip at the devastation in his face.

“Tys,” she whispered, a little helplessly.

He’d never looked at her like that before, like she had the power to destroy him completely. She wasn’t sure if she liked it.

“Mollie, sweetheart…”

Sweetheart. He trailed off at her whimper, running a shaky hand through his unruly curls before he looked into her eyes with such determination that butterflies erupted in her stomach.

“You’ve got to know how much I like you, Mollie. Seriously. You’re one of the only people I keep in touch with from home, one of the only true friends I can count on, and you know how much our friendship means to me. But you’ve got to know how our friendship has evolved. It’s…more now, right? You feel it too?”

Mollie’s breath caught in her throat. He…what?

How much I like you.

How much our friendship means to me.

Our friendship has evolved.

You feel it too?

“Please. Say something,” Tyson begged.

How could she deny him that? After everything she started admitting to herself? She closed her eyes, swallowing heavily, only opening them when her heart cracked open a little. If he could be honest, as much of a dream as it felt, then so could she.

“I do feel it, Tys. I just…I didn’t let myself hope that you felt the same,” she whispered.

There it was. She’d finally said the words out loud. Tyson let out a wounded noise, low and sad, but Mollie didn’t say anything. What else could she say without losing all composure?

“I’ve liked you for so long, Molls. I just never let myself act on it because I didn’t think you felt the same. But now…”

Tyson trailed off again into nothing, letting out a whoosh of breath. The hope and wonder in his voice sent a thrill through Mollie’s body, her heart beating a little bit faster. Tyson liked her. He really liked her! And she’d told him how she felt about him too? She’d never thought this moment would actually happen. Definitely not since her emotional realisation a few evenings ago. But now that it was? It felt mindblowing. Was this really happening?

But there was still that niggle of doubt she couldn’t deny. So Mollie gathered her thoughts while Tyson stayed silent, hoping they wouldn’t bite her in the ass.

“I can’t do this if it’s just for the summer,” Mollie blurted, “I can’t be only a fling for you, Tyson. I wouldn’t be able to cope with that. Not with you.”

Tyson quickly shook his head, reaching out to clasp both of her hands in his, making her gasp softly at the warmth in his grip.

“You could never be a fling. This is the real deal between us, Mollie. I know it is. You know it is,” Tyson said firmly.

Mollie just nodded, choking out a laugh, unable to stop the tears welling up in her eyes as she smiled at him, earning a hopeful smile back. He was right. Deep down, no matter how her insecurities whispered, she knew that their friendship meant a solid foundation. It wasn’t a temporary wavering summer-fun. It was…everything.

“So what are you saying?” Mollie murmured, trying to blink away the tears.

Was this really happening?

“Will you be my girl?” Tyson asked, his voice full of hope.

Mollie choked a laugh, her voice thick with the tears that wouldn’t leave. “Yeah, Tys. I’ll be your girl,”

Tyson let out a whoop, throwing his head back, making Mollie laugh again. What a ridiculous guy. She liked him so much. He rested his forehead against hers, one hand rising to cup her cheek, making her inhale sharply as his eyes went more serious.

“Can I kiss you now? Finally?”

Mollie tilted her head up to press her lips to his in answer.

Being with Tyson was easy, easier than Mollie could’ve ever imagined. Somehow that transition from friends to boyfriend and girlfriend was seamless, with not even a little awkwardness like she’d feared there would’ve been. She attributed that to Tyson mainly though – he was such a driving force of happiness, and now that she’d allowed herself to feel all those thoughts she’d subconsciously pushed down before, it was like everything had clicked into place. It was almost like it was fate.

Fate that she was seizing with both hands and never letting go.

The moment that they’d returned to the cabins from the cove, Dante had taken one look at them and demanded Mat to ‘pay up’. Bryony had immediately pulled out her phone, typing away furiously, until she groaned and admitted that Allison had won their pool. Tyson had just laughed when he realised that everyone had been betting on the two of them, Mollie hiding her face in his chest with a groan. Somehow she wasn’t surprised – it was their friends after all – but that didn’t make her feel any better in the moment.

Nor did John’s smug texts – Michelle’s happy ones soothed that a little. She wasn’t surprised either when Tyson came to her after the weekend and admitted that John had given him a shovel talk in private, one that he refused to share the details of (so she knew it had to be violent), but when she’d texted John to berate him, all her brother said was that he approved and that Tyson was a good guy.

That much she knew already, thank you very much.

The rest of their summer raced by. After Mat and Dante left, JT stayed for two weeks, just as thrilled for them as Tyson’s other friends had been (especially since he won the bet he had with Alex Kerfoot about them). After JT left, Kacey and Tyson’s mom came up to stay for a week, and their genuine heartfelt welcome to the family talks left Mollie more emotional than ever, Tyson just smiling with watery eyes (that he later denied).

And obviously her parents were thrilled, Tyson being dragged down to a couple of family dinner over the remaining six weeks of summer, in between his intense workouts, getting him ready for the upcoming season.

But those six weeks flew by faster than Mollie anticipated, the end of summer drawing closer, and Tyson only had few weeks before he needed to get back to Buffalo for training camp. His time at his cabin had come to an end, as had Mollie’s, so he’d come to stay at her apartment with her while he figured out what he wanted to for his remaining time.

The more time Mollie could spend with him, the better, so she wasn’t going to complain. Especially if it meant waking up in Tyson's arms in the mornings. Even if it meant Tyson watching her with adoring expressions as she shuffled through old lesson plans to see which she could spruce up ahead of the upcoming school year.

A few days into them living in her apartment together though, Tyson made breakfast for them both and sat down opposite her with a serious expression on his face, making her a little nervous. They ate mostly in silence, the radio playing in the background, and it wasn’t until he’d put their plates in the sink that Tyson was ready to talk.

“Everything’s been so good between us, right?” he blurted.

The nervous expression on his face made her heart twinge, and not in a fun way.

“It has for me?” she offered, wincing.

“It has for me too, I promise,” he said quickly, taking the edge off her anxiety, “I just…I’ve been thinking a lot. About our future. Where we could end up. Where I want our relationship to end up.”

She tried valiantly to ignore how her heart started beating a little faster.

“What have you been thinking?” she prompted, hoping her voice didn’t sound too shaky.

“I don’t know where I’m going to end up with hockey in the future. The Avs didn’t want me, it didn’t work out with the Wild, and who knows where I’ll be after this coming year with the Sabres after all the up and down this past season. I don’t know where I’ll be playing or what city I’ll be in, but…will you come with me?”

Mollie’s jaw dropped slightly, her breath catching in her throat. He wanted her to go with him? To leave Kelowna? Tyson saw her shock and immediately reached across the island counter to take both of her hands in his, desperate to ground her as he knew she needed.

“I know this is fast, or at least it would be by normal relationship standards, but with how long we’ve known each other and with how right this feels…I just can’t bear the thought of another 9 months without you. Especially not in Buffalo,” Tyson said, his eyes wide and honest.

Go with Tyson? Uproot everything she’d ever known, move away from all her friends, her job, her life?

“Tyson, I…”

She trailed off, biting her lip, unsure of how to continue as her thoughts swirled. But as soon as she did, she noticed how Tyson’s shoulders slumped slightly, his grip on her hands going limp.

“No, you’re right. It’s too soon, isn’t it? I couldn’t ask you to give up your whole life, just like that, that's not fair on you,” Tyson sighed, finally dropping her hands.

Her breath caught in her throat at the defeat in his eyes. That, more than anything else, she hated. How he second guessed himself? His lack of self confidence? That devastation, it just wasn’t right. So Mollie shook her head, taking his hands back in hers.

“Tys, I need a moment to process, yeah?”

He nodded, a glimmer of hope entering his eyes again, making her smile slightly. Mollie huffed out a breath, running her thumbs over his knuckles, as she tried to process his words. Moving with Tyson – moving in with Tyson fully – would change everything. It would be the biggest step she’d ever taken with a relationship, but with Tyson it would be…

“Tell me what’s going through your mind,” Tyson begged, interrupting her flow.

“You just can’t stand the silence huh,” she teased, unable to resist.

“You know I can’t,” he laughed.

But the laugh was strained, making her sigh. Time to be honest.

“I guess…the main thing going through my mind is that this is such a big step,” she admitted.

“Yeah it is. But it’s also exciting? And I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t sure it would work,” Tyson said honestly.

She couldn’t help but blush slightly. The fact that he was so certain about their relationship was refreshing. And she knew that Tyson always put his whole heart into everything, which was exciting - no-one else had ever had this conviction.

“What about my job? My friends? My family? And a visa? I’ve never even left BC, you know I haven’t,” Mollie prompted, going through all her doubts.

Tyson tilted his head back slightly, averting his eyes as he chewed his lip, clearly deep in thought. She couldn’t help but smile – he really was putting so much effort into this.

“I know you love teaching, even though the school you’re at right now has terrible parents…but I know you’d also smash any teaching job in any place, so I think that part is solvable? Family and friends though…that’s the big sacrifice. And I know, because it sucks leaving mine at the end of every summer. It’s sucked leaving you at the end of every summer, even though we were only ever just friends before. I don’t want to leave you again, but I understand if only seeing everyone else a few times a year outside of summer is a deal breaker,” Tyson sighed, “The visa thing I can work out with my agent, so that shouldn’t be an issue. And I know that you haven’t ever left BC – but there’s so much of the world I want to show you, even if that starts with Buffalo.”

Mollie huffed out a breath at his words, knowing he was speaking from the heart. But what should she do? Tyson watched the frustration play out across her face and smiled sadly, squeezing her hands in comfort.

“Hey, whatever you decide, just know that it won’t change how much I love you, yeah?” he said softly.

He loves her? Of all the times to drop that declaration, so simple and sweet. How could her heart not sing at that?

“My god, Tys, I love you too. So much. And you’re right, it would suck to watch you leave again because everything is so different this year. I finally have you and to lose you?”

Mollie frowned, shaking her head as she cut herself off. How could she let him go?

Tyson saw the change in her expression, a wide smile spreading across his lips. “So…?” he asked hopefully.

She laughed at his prompting, and squeezed his hands back.

“Yeah, Tyson, I’m willing to try this, to try us,” Mollie nodded, smiling, “I’ll move with you, to Buffalo, and then wherever you go after that.”

Tyson whooped and stood up from his chair, making her laugh again as he ran around to her side of the island, which quickly turned into a squeal as he threw his arms around her and picked her up to spin her in a circle. The joy in his face was just pure happiness, and Mollie knew right then that she’d made the right decision.

“I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us,” Tyson grinned, resting his forehead against hers.

There was so much to think about, with moving, with getting a visa, with her job, with her apartment in Kelowna. But a future with Tyson? That was all Mollie wanted - and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them either.

#my writing #tyson jost fic #summer days pass me by #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost fanfic #tyson jost x oc #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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tojisun · 1 year

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🧸Toji Fushiguro is an interesting friend…

🧸Toji will casually walk into your house, rummage your fridge, & fix himself a snack BEFORE he’s says hello

🧸 Toji will randomly appear in your home. Sometime you’ll come home to hear him in the shower or see him sleeping on your couch or exercising in your living room

🧸 One day Toji started leaving a envelope filled with a wad of cash for “his rent” on the table at the first of every month wait you don’t remember him moving him

🧸 Before you know it, you & Toji frequently hang out together it’s almost like y’all are dating

🧸 Toji starts referring to your home as “our home” out of no where. What’s yours is automatically his too and vice versa. This is non-negotiable

🧸💍 And before he knows it: Toji Fushiguro is sitting in a restaurant with his family. He’s happily watching the sight in front of him. Megumi, his 2 yr old son, bonding with his future mom a.k.a Toji’s pregnant fiancée over the his favorite tv show. Toji just cannot believe how lucky he is to finally have peace. To have someone as patient and understanding. For his son to potentially grow up in a stable household. Toji’s not sure why or how he became so blessed, but he’s swears on his 6 pack that he will fight to keep this little slice of heaven on Earth

OMGNSJDJS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!

im just imagining the transition from you two being roommates to becoming couple and it’s making me lose my mind ngl 😭

“hey, did you know we were dating?” toji asks, his voice breaking the silence between you two. the rerun of an old episode of some cartoon served as white noise while you and toji went about your businesses — him, aimlessly scrolling through his phone, and you, head buried on a book.

you look up from your place on the beanbag, your eyes narrowed in confusion as you turned to toji who’s laying on the sofa that he could barely fit in, his long legs dangling from the armrest. he peers up at you from his phone and wiggles his eyebrows at you as he smiles, his scarred lips dancing in mirth.

“we were?” you ask, confused.

toji turns his phone towards you as if you can see the tiny screen given the distance between you two. “yeah,” he says. “gojo’s askin’ why we didn’t tell them the news.” he turns his phone to himself again after that before tapping at his screen.

“what’d you say?” you managed to get out, shutting your book close and belatedly realizing you forgot to mark the page you were on.

toji shrugs. how he managed to do that while being squished on the sofa, you do not know. you hum, distracted.

sure you and toji were close — too close, some of your mutual friends would say — but you always assumed it was normal because you and toji have been friends for years now. three years in university, where you two first met, and three years more after finding each other in tokyo — something you didn’t even think was possible because after graduation, you and toji went on your separate ways.

but it’s not like your friends did anything less. hell, you even walked in on shoko — shirtless and only reduced in booty shorts and her sports bra — sitting on suguru’s lap while she put eyeliner on him. you didn’t even bat an eye at the display because that had been normal for all of you guys. so you wonder why was sharing a flat with toji, sharing clothes with toji, and having you two cook for each other was dubbed as too intimate.

you pause, mind reeling a little bit because now that you thought about it—

“oh,” toji says, breaking through your ruminating. “i said we wanted to take things slow.”

you blink, your heart stuttering in your chest. you turn to toji, your lips parted in surprise.

“huh?”

“well, you know.” you do not know. “i was thinking about it and it’s not a bad idea for us to date.” it isn’t?

“it isn’t?” you repeat, this time out loud.

toji sits up from the sofa. “it isn’t.” his eyes are serious as they gazed at you. “wanna make it official? us two?”

“oh,” you utter, breathless. “sure.”

toji smiles, his gaze turning soft. “really?”

“yeah,” you say, this time feeling your own lips tugging in a smile. “i’d love that.”

“me too,” he whispers before he is standing up to cross the distance between you two, kneeling down in front of you, his face inches away from yours. you look into his eyes, see the question, and in reply, you cross the minimal distance and slot your lips with his.

toji’s lips wobble from where they are pressed to yours, before his hands cup your cheeks, angling his head better, and then devouring you; devoting all of his piled up love for you into this moment. into this kiss.

you gasp, rattled from the desperation of his touch, before kissing back just as passionately.

when your eyes close, your skin breaking out in goosebumps, you wonder: how long had he been waiting for this?

(“too long,” toji would tell you later, his chest pressed on your back. your cheeks would warm up and you would hide your face behind your palms as toji chuckles, his shoulders shaking and his deep voice reverberating between your naked bodies. “and you’re so damn worth every second.”)

#suns.hc #ch3rrykoolaid #ask #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #jjk x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk #suns #I HAD TO RAMBLE TOO BECAUSE THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER #I LOVE ‘WEIRD’ FRIEND TOJI #thank yiu so much babe for dropping this in the inbox #head super duper empty #not a single thought

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Okay okay request tiem!! So like, first of all, hope you're doing well fjkebd-- second of all, how would vil, jamil and idia react to a mc in the self aware au (already in their universe) drawing and or painting them, telling the constant compliment over how pretty or nice they are to draw, doodle them in their notebooks when taking notes and so on.

Idk it's like a thing I do with my friends, so I wanna know what they'd do n all, fbnebd thank u!! <3<3<3<3<3

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsebility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, stalking, obsession, unhealthy relationship, manipulation, isolation

Jamil Viper/Vil Schoenheit/Idia Shroud-Player draws and constantly tells them compliments

Ok, so we are throwing away our independance today (not something I would recommend but you do you)

Jamil is used to stand in the shadow of Kalim, heck, even his own parents thought that the future sultan was more important than their son

When you were suddenly standing in front of him he was already shoked enough, almost dropping the tray filled with food for his employer

Let us just say that Scarabia is in constant danger of going up in flames after that

Oh why? Well he just, more or less, quit without handing in the piece of paper that usually says “Mhm sorry bro but I’m leaving. The pay was never good tbh”

Yes, he is still employed but the person he is serving in truth is you, leaving Kalim alone with the stove

And since most of the people reading this probably don’t have a butler we are of course impressed by his skills

No wonder Al-Asim can’t do stuff on his own, Jamil is spoiling you into dependance!

So what do you do when you are impressed? You compliment whoever had that affect on you

That is already bad enough in itself but now you are also drawing him? Doodeling him into your notebooks? (He defenitely checks them)

Did you want him to be your 24/7 caretaker who takes your freedom away or what?

Somehow it is possible that those actions are making him even more focused on taking care of you

Has defenitely taken one of the paintings and hid it just for him to see

But please lay the mop down. He is here to take care of the dorm and you just need to live a comfortable life

What do you mean he does everything? Just rely on him and don’t meet with others, they just get your clothes dirty and make scratches in the freshly waxed floor boards

Also, isn’t he here? Why would you need anyone else? Uh… sorry there is something in his eyes. Could you take a look?

Vil is pretty used to compliments and also has defenitley gotten fanart before

But if it’s you? The hecking Mona Lisa in his eyes

So how did he get close enough to you to recieve such things?

Two words, one meaning: overall care

Like this man is polishing you like his life depends on it

It’s already bad enough that you are living in that dirty place but you can’t even afford simple self care! (We ignore for now that his defenition of “simple” is worth the rent of an ordinary person)

But the man wants- no, is determined to scrub the dust of the ruin away and uncover the shining diamond under all that filth

And since we all are bound by social beauty standarts (and don’t want skin deseases connected to dirt) we are (most likely) very thankful for his hard work

So one day he came into your room, a bottle of hand lotion in his perfectly manicured clutches, and ran straight into your mirror

Oh you are curious why? Well you just threw a compliment and “thanks” at his head

But it’s probably you more freaked out because whilst he did get a scratch on his face he didn’t even care

Once you start do NOT stop!

If you do he will think that you have found someone else whom you consider better company

And remember that huge green house they have? There is probably something in there capable to make you… uh… “stay close to him”

Also, those third years you have asked for the way to your next classroom have been found “with their red paint outside their bodies” and their hearts missing, suspicious arrows sticking out of them

But what did you expect? The Fairest Queen was also pretty possessive of her status as the “most beautiful” and what is there to stop him in following her footsteps? Just maybe not with beauty…

So either you wanted to roast marmellows in a very extreme way or you wanted to burn the whole building down

But here he is, probably already having reached the melting point of stone and still staring at you

Are you seriously suprised? This is Idia we are talking about

You are a God to Idia, a flawed one but still higher than even Hades… that guy is literally death

And he also thinks that he is very unattractive so you might as well tell Lilia to leave his iron sticks away unless he wants to rshape them

How are you still alive standing in thnis heat??!

It is already hard enough to just get in contact with him but somehow you did

Idia is not used to get paintings drawn of him and only Ortho would be able to convince him to get a picture done of him

But now here you are, telling him that you admire his skills with electronics

I hope you brought your marmellows because I forgot mine at home

When he was just creepely looking at you from time to time then say goodbye to privacy after this

You see, strays also come back to you if you fed them once and Idia is just as starved for attention as a stray is for food

But what exactly is he supposed to do? Well…

You remember that phone Crowley gave us over the winter holidays? He never took that one back

Even though Idia knows he shouldn’t do this and feels bad he just can’t stop

Stop looking at you, stop watchig you, stop craving the warmth you gave him on that fatefull day

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littledemondani · 5 months

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Hello I am once again plagued by fuckboy!Eddie 🫡 I swear to god that man lives in my head rent free and it's your fault!!!!! But I'm not mad 😌

I mean we do love our grouchy, rough, and cocky man right, but.....hear me out.....what if he starts to go all soft and mushy because of you

Like picture this — Jonathan somehow asks for his help for a surprise that he wanna do for Nancy for their anniversary or something, and Eddie sees how frazzled and nervous Jonathan gets because he's worried that Nancy won't like it so Eddie's like "relax man, she's gonna love it."

Then Jonathan's like, "how would you know, it's not like you've done this for a girl before." And he's right, Eddie was truly never one for big declarations of love and romantic grand gestures right???

But Eddie just shrugs and mumbles, "well.....I dunno, it seems fun. It's cool that you're going all out for this. It's not too bad, I mean...you get to make your girlfriend smile and...maybe all this hard work won't be for nothing. Nancy's lucky, man."

Then Jonathan just smirks and goes silent for a while lmao and he's like, "just admit you've gone soft after hanging out with her, man."

Then Eddie's automatically back on his bad boy facade lmaooo and goes, "who's her? Gotta be more specific man, I do hang out with a lot of girls."

But Jonathan just rolls his eyes, "you fucking know damn well who."

HEHEHEHEHE OKAY BYE

omg he does get hella soft after a while but then tries so hard to act like he isn’t.

the thing with fuckboy eddie, is that he’s never been against love for other people. he’s all for expressing feelings and affectionate gestures of love, but he doesn’t believe that will ever happen for himself. he’s been hurt in his past one too many times to think being in a relationship will work for him.

so when he starts to get feelings ✨ he’s either in one hundred percent denial or suppressing them so far down. there’s no in between 😭

#asks #anonymous #eddie munson #fuckboy!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson hcs

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gamerwoo · 1 year

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Hyunjin: Age-Restricted (Part Five)

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader (ft other skz members)

Genre/warnings: nanny!reader, boy next door/neighbor!hyunjin, generally inexperienced and painfully shy virgin!reader, fluff, humor, mentions of alcohol, uhhhh i don’t think there’s any warnings but if i missed anything lmk!, minors dni!!!

Word count: 5,587

Summary: You think it’s luck when the new family you nanny for is so stupid rich that they rent you a fancy new apartment just so you can live closer to them. You think it’s luck when the guy across the hall is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your entire life and makes an effort to talk to you. But that’s just about where your luck runs out, because Hyunjin is more out of your league than you could ever imagine, and you’re just some hopeless virgin who never had good luck in the first place.

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Wanting to be a good and supportive friend, Changbin listened very intently to every detail of what Hyunjin was telling him. Everything about how he had finally kissed the cute girl across the hall while the two sat in the office, Changbin sitting in his computer chair at his setup, but faced to the side to look at Hyunjin. The younger boy was sitting in the spare chair, slightly turning himself side to side while he went over the details.

Meanwhile, Kit seemed like she wasn’t paying any attention, sitting in her computer chair at the other side of the office with her headphones on, her keyboard clacking along with whatever game she was playing.

But then Hyunjin said something so nonchalantly, but it made Changbin’s eyes go wide.

“She had a panic attack?” he gasped.

Hyunjin shrugged, “I figure it’s not a big deal -- I mean, like, in the way of it affecting our relationship. She said she’s had bad experiences and she overthinks stuff a lot. She calmed down, I did everything to make her comfortable.”

Changbin’s expression seemed unsure as he took in a slow breath, “Okay, Jinnie– Are you…sure about this? I mean, considering…you? And how she is? Is that a good mix?”

Hyunjin frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not trying to offend you or be mean – I mean, you and I are one and the same. But like–”

“I told her we’d go slow,” Hyunjin interrupted with a pout. “I’m gonna be careful with her.”

Kit suddenly spoke up, keys still going while she stared at the screen, not even turning to look at them, “Did you actually think through this, or are you thinking with your heart and/or dick?”

“You’re listening?” Changbin asked, turning his head to look at the back of his girlfriend’s chair.

She scoffed, “Duh. Hyunjin having a crush on a girl is the most interesting thing to happen in my circle since we sued that guy for scamming people with that sex tape claim.”

“Is that really the last time you were interested in anything…?” Changbin mumbled with a pout.

Finally, Kit sighed and turned around in her seat, putting her headphones around her neck, “No offense, Binnie, but all of our other friends are the same as each other. Lately, it’s all the same stories with different people involved. Hyunjin has, like, a love interest and shit – and one completely opposite of him. I’m like, living vicariously through him.”

Changbin scoffed, “What, do you wanna fuck this girl, too?”

“I never said I wanted to fuck her!” Hyunjin whined.

“You don’t have to,” Kit told him before looking back at her boyfriend. “And you don’t start acting jealous like you don’t know I’m obsessed with you. Idiot.”

Changbin flashed her a grin.

Hyunjin kept the pout on his face, leaning back in Changbin’s extra computer chair, “Why are you guys so concerned about me and her…?”

“She’s the shyest girl I’ve ever heard anyone speak of, and she had a panic attack when you kissed her,” she explained. “If she overthinks and gets that anxious over a kiss, I’m a little nervous she’ll be kind of…overwhelmed when it comes to you.”

“Kit, you know better than anyone that the quiet ones are the freakiest ones,” Hyunjin huffed with a glare before quickly adding, “Not that I’m thinking about her in that way. I don’t want to have sex with her -- I mean, I do, but not yet. You get what I’m saying; maybe she’s actually a closeted freak.”

“I’m not saying she’s shy as a bad thing,” Kit added. “I’m just saying it as a statement.”

“Sounds like a warning,” Changbin commented in a murmur.

She shrugged, “I just don’t want Hyunjin getting back into that funk again. Do you know how long it took for him to get out of that headspace?”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not even here,” he snapped.

Kit sighed, lazily looking at Hyunjin, “I’m not trying to piss you off or pick a fight–”

“You’re failing.”

“--I’m just making you aware because you’re so smitten that you don’t think of these things. Whatever that saying is about rose-colored glasses or whatever. You know.”

Changbin sighed, looking away from his girlfriend to look at Hyunjin again. His expression softened, clearly trying to lighten the mood as he wondered, “So what’s your next move?”

Hyunjin glanced down at his hands that rested on his stomach as he leaned back in the chair, “Well…I actually wanted some help with that…”

“Yeah, whatever you need, man,” Changbin promised.

The couple watched as Hyunjin’s cheeks tinted pink and he shyly asked, “What are some good first date ideas?”

Normally, when a lot was going on, it was stressful. It drained you so much that you used to just nap on the twins’ parents’ couch when they napped instead of making snacks or watching TV or using your downtime to do whatever it was you felt like doing or needed to get done for the family. It would cause you to go straight home and go to bed – even on days you got home before 6pm – and not wake up until the next morning.

Currently, there was a lot going on, and for once, it was good. It made you feel energized and excited. It made you feel constant butterflies – the kind you got before a concert that made you not want to eat anything only to be starving by the end of the night. It brought a random smile to your face throughout the day, and it motivated you to bake cookies with Seojoon despite him constantly getting flour and brown sugar all over himself, the counter, and the floor. It had you humming while you cleaned up Hajoon’s latest blowout – Mrs. Park warned you he was on antibiotics for an ear infection, which would mess with his stomach – as if you were just folding laundry or something way less gross.

Why? Because of Hyunjin.

Hyunjin and you were texting even more than you previously were – and you were already doing that everyday. But now your texts between each other were more flirty, and it was exciting. Knowing there was somebody who liked you and wanted to talk to you was exciting.

And because of your situation with Hyunjin, your friends wanted to know everything – including Jisung, who just wanted to be in the loop because his friends were your friends. You never considered yourself self-absorbed or full of yourself, but talking about your sort-of-relationship with Hyunjin was fun. It made you feel important because you finally had something going on in your love life and your friends wanted to hear about it.

Minho 😻🤢: i still can’t believe you didn’t fucking tell him though

Minho 😻🤢: maybe he has a corruption kink and telling him would help you out!!!

Seungmin 👹😌: uh ew lol

Christopher 🦘🧡: minho…

Seungmin 👹😌: respectfully i don’t want to think about _____ like that

_____: i don’t want any of you thinking about me like that either

_____: and i don’t just want to be somebody’s kink dude

“_____?” Seojoon’s voice startled you away from your phone. You looked up to see the toddler standing by the couch, rubbing one eye and blinking at you with the other. “Can I watch CoComelon?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, glancing at the baby cam on the coffee table in front of you before looking back at Seojoon, “You’re supposed to be napping.”

“Hajoon was snoring really loud,” he told you.

You let out a sigh, ignoring your phone vibrating on your thigh as you considered if Seojoon would go back to sleep or not if you tried to get him back down. He typically napped for two hours or a little more, and he hardly slept for an hour. It had been maybe 45 minutes.

“Are you still tired?” you asked.

He shrugged.

“Think we should go back to bed, bud.”

“Hajoon’s too loud,” he whined.

You patted the spot on the couch beside you, “Couch nap.”

As Seojoon climbed onto the couch, you turned off the TV and moved to the floor so you could sit beside the couch and rub his back to help him fall asleep. Seojoon didn’t even lay his head on the arm or put down a throw pillow, plopping his head down on a cushion as he laid on his stomach. You sat facing the couch and placed your hand on his back, rubbing it up and down as you used your other hand to check your phone.

Christopher 🦘🧡: that better not be the case

Seungmin 👹😌: uh oh Father Chan is coming out

Seungmin 👹😌: Daddy 😳

Minho 😻🤢: Daddy 😳 👉👈

Minho 😻🤢: ooooh wait if we’re beating the shit out of hyunjun can i get in on it

_____: you’re 100% giving him different names every time on purpose

Seungmin 👹😌: you’re lucky he’s getting the first half right, don’t complain

“_____?” Seojoon’s sleepy voice pulled you from your phone.

“Go to sleep, SeoSeo,” you sighed.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Your movements paused as you made a face that was almost like disgust, looking up from your phone. You couldn’t imagine why a literal toddler would be asking you about your love life or even know what a boyfriend was. The only two options you could come up with were: something on television, or his parents were talking about you.

“Why’re you asking?” you asked him slowly.

“Momma asked daddy if you had a boyfriend,” he explained. “They wanted to give you fancy dinner but momma didn’t know if you had anyone to take, I think. They like to go on dates a lot to fancy dinner. So I wanna know if you have a boyfriend to go to fancy dinner with.”

“Seojoon, do you even know what a boyfriend is?” you asked with a sigh.

“Momma said it’s someone you like a lot, kinda like how momma and daddy are.”

“Well, I don’t have a boyfriend,” you stated plainly.

‘Maybe I’ll have one soon, though.’

Maybe Hyunjin showing interest in you was turning you into a middle school girl. Maybe you were just going to become delusional.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” Seojoon asked, sincerity on his cute little face.

You let out a snort, “Why?”

“I like you and I want to go to fancy dinner with you.”

The smile that broke onto your face reached your eyes as you patted Seojoon’s back, “Maybe ask me again in 15 more years. Go to sleep.”

Deciding he was actually too sleepy from his short nap to put up a fight, Seojoon closed his eyes, and you went back to rubbing his back. The room was silent as you went back to your phone.

Christopher 🦘🧡: i never said i was beating up anyone

Christopher 🦘🧡: min you might have anger issues

Seungmin 👹😌: might????

Minho 😻🤢: it’s not anger issues, its wishful thinking

Christopher 🦘🧡: all i’m trying to say is that hyunjin better have good intentions

Seungmin 👹😌: no dating until we approve, _____

Minho 😻🤢: yeah we have to meet him first!!!

Minho 😻🤢: mostly just because i’m nosy :)

_____: do y’all wanna meet seojoon then?

_____: he just asked me if he could be my boyfriend

Seungmin 👹😌: i approve

Minho 😻🤢: bet i could babysit

Minho 😻🤢: i’d be a great babysitter

Minho 😻🤢: honestly _____ idk how you haven’t landed any milfs/dilfs yet

Minho 😻🤢: they’re all literally rich like ????

_____: they’re all also married ?????

Christopher 🦘🧡: they could cheat

Seungmin 👹😌: or be swingers

Seungmin 👹😌: isn’t that a rich person thing?

_____: idk why don’t you ask the breadwinner of the house

_____: the resident dilf apparently

Christopher 🦘🧡: YOU GUYS HAVE A ROOMIES GC WITHOUT ME???

Christopher 🦘🧡: _____ ISN’T EVEN YOUR ROOMMATE ANYMORE WTF

_____: ????

Seungmin 👹😌: wtf

Minho 😻🤢: hang on jisung took his phone and is hiding in the bathroom

Minho 😻🤢: i think chan’s gonna bust it down lmao i’ll go film it

Christopher 🦘🧡: DON’T FILM IT, SAVE ME WTF

Seungmin 👹😌: please film it

Seungmin 👹😌: i will venmo

You sat with the chat open, watching Chan’s text bubble pop up, but you were waiting for the video that Minho was going to send. But the texts suddenly disappeared as the screen went grey, and displayed at the top was Hyunjin’s name as your phone vibrated softly.

You glanced up at the couch to see Seojoon had fallen back asleep, so you slowly moved your hand and got up to go to the kitchen and answer the phone without waking up the toddler.

“Hello?”

“Hey, _____,” Hyunjin’s voice seemed…off. Almost… nervous? “What’re you up to?”

“Working,” you replied simply. “Why, what’s up?”

“Nothing. I mean, there’s something – there’s a reason I called,” he explained. “Um…are you busy later?”

“I’m not busy after 6,” you chuckled at how oddly anxious he seemed. You’d never heard Hyunjin sound anything other than either normal or just straight-up confident. “Why?”

“Well, I was actually wondering if maybe you’d wanna go do something?”

“Clarify,” you heard a male voice whisper harshly in the background.

“I mean,” he quickly spoke before you could reply, “do you wanna…go on a date?”

You wanted to squeal into the phone. You wanted to flap your hands and kick your feet like a happy child. You honestly couldn’t even reply as your breath caught in your throat. If you tried to say anything, it would surely sound higher than your normal voice, and you didn’t want to give away how elated you felt.

“You’re either blushing or wondering how to turn me down,” Hyunjin deadpanned when you took too long to reply.

“Don’t call me out,” you hissed, able to hide your excited voice in a harsh whisper that made Hyunjin laugh. Thankfully, that helped your body relax and your voice go back to normal. “What kind of date did you have in mind?”

“Well,” he hummed, “I thought maybe something cliché would be nice. Y’know, I’m trying to get these steps right.”

“Steps?”

“Yeah, so like, we go on a couple dates and then I ask you out. Well, assuming you still like me by then.”

Dates. Your friends expressed that they wanted to actually meet Hyunjin before you dated him or took anything further. Honestly, it wasn’t too bad of a request. They were your friends and if Hyunjin did become your boyfriend – that was a thought that made your heart race – it was only natural that your friends would become his, right? So it was a good idea to figure out if they meshed together well.

“Actually,” you began, “there’s a step before that.”

“...Did I miss something?” he asked, suddenly frantic.

“It’s my own step,” you told him with a chuckle. “Actually, my friends’ step.”

When he spoke again, he was back to his charming self, “And what step would that be?”

There was a very very loud knock at your door that wouldn’t stop. It kept going and going even when you called, “I’m coming!”

You knew who it was, and you were ready to deck him in the face as soon as you opened the door. However, before you could even open your mouth to threaten him when the door opened, Minho slid by you with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“Chan’s still in the lobby,” he told you nonchalantly, walking into your apartment like he owned the place while Seungmin smiled and quietly said hi before entering. “He’s bonding with the Aussie kid.”

“Hello to you, too,” you nodded as you closed the door.

“He’s a little too excited to sleep over in your apartment,” Seungmin explained. “He’s gonna pick up a sugar-whatever or something.”

“And I brought a robe!” Minho told you excitedly, turning around after dropping his bag in the middle of the living room to look at you with wide eyes. “Rich people wear robes.”

“You’re not hitting on my neighbors and getting me kicked out,” you stated. As soon as Minho opened his mouth, you pointed at him and quickly yelled, “Don’t say anything about me and Hyunjin!”

His mouth snapped shut.

“Speaking of,” Seungmin began with a growing smirk, “what time is he showing up?”

The new plan was for Hyunjin to meet your friends – though he briefly met Chan – and vice versa. You told him about what your friends had said, and Hyunjin agreed without question. It seemed whenever you told him about your friends’ concerns, he was always understanding, no questions asked.

Major green flag.

So you had a reason to invite your friends over and hang out with Hyunjin again, and they had a reason to have their first sleepover at your apartment. You just hoped him and your three friends would get along.

“‘Bout an hour.”

“Do you know if he’s home?” he asked, suddenly whispering like Hyunjin would hear him from across the hall – if he was even over there.

You shrugged, making some sort of ‘I don’t know’ noise.

There was another knock at the door, and you assumed it was your third and final friend.

You were half-right. He brought Felix with him.

“Making friends?” you asked, amusement in your tone and eyebrows raised.

“Yup!” both boys grinned brightly.

If their smiles weren’t so cute, you would’ve thought that was really creepy.

“I actually wanted to see if maaaaybe Felix could hang,” Chan asked with his sweetest smile, folding his hands together like he was a child begging his parents for dessert. “His shift ends in fifteen minutes and he said he’s already really good friends with Hyunjin.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked to the blonde-haired boy, “You’re not working tonight?”

“Jerry asked to switch to get away from his wife,” Felix snorted. “It’s him and Innie tonight.”

“Poor kid,” you mumbled, but then you shrugged. “Yeah, why not?”

Felix was beaming, smile reaching his eyes, “Cool! I’ll be back up soon and I’ll bring some snacks.”

So Chan entered your apartment with his backpack on one shoulder, and Felix said a quick goodbye and went back down the hall. Then you closed the door.

“I thought this was so you could meet Hyunjin, but you’re gonna be all up Felix’s ass,” you told Chan.

Chan seemed to freeze, eyes staring into space like he was processing something you said, before he started moving again, shaking away the thought, “_____, I’m a social butterfly. I can multitask people, okay. Where are we putting our stuff?”

“My room for now. Just so it’s out of the way.”

“Unless you’re Minho, you put it in the middle of the couch,” Seungmin deadpanned as he began to raid your fridge.

“For the night, this is my couch!” Minho called defensively.

“You’re a guest, dude,” Chan sighed, going over to remove Minho’s belongings from the couch.

As the two boys began bickering, Seungmin muttered from the open fridge door, “They’re gonna wreck this place, Jisung’s left alone to wreck ours – we’re all gonna be homeless.”

You stood in the kitchen silently and nodded to yourself, listening to the chaos erupt around you.

‘Just like old times.’

Almost an hour after Felix had arrived, there was another knock. You were already buzzing with anxiety, and you were kind of hoping maybe it was Jerry and not the man of the hour. But you were also excited to hang out with Hyunjin again, so you knew you’d be disappointed if it wasn’t him.

Thankfully, your friends allowed you to get the door as they stood around the center counter, picking from snacks that they’d laid out – some they brought, some from your cabinets, and some that Felix had ‘borrowed’ from the snack counter downstairs. Your friends were indulging in some alcoholic beverages, but you stressed that they were not to get drunk like at home – at least not the first time meeting Hyunjin.

You opened the door and immediately smiled seeing Hyunjin smile at you.

“Sounds like a party from the hallway,” he noted. “Hope we don’t get a noise complaint.”

You shrugged and gestured for him to come in, “I’m used to it.”

As you closed the door and brought him in to where your friends were, you saw Felix grin and nod his head toward Hyunjin, while your three other friends stopped their talking and looked him up and down. Chan stared him dead in the eye, seeming a little tense despite the soft smile he plastered onto his face. Minho smirked to himself before looking down at the container of dip he was dipping his chip into, popping it into his mouth to hide his smile. And Seungmin just seemed…weird. He honestly looked like he just had a stick rammed up his ass but was trying not to show it.

“Guys, this is Hyunjin. That’s Chan, Minho, and Seungmin.”

They all said their weird first-time hellos before they went back to their normal conversation. That was a good thing about your friends: they were never really awkward. If they wanted to say or do something, they just did it. That included going back to their conversation after Hyunjin’s arrival instead of asking the awkward small talk questions

“What’re you doing here, Lix?” Hyunjin asked as he slid up beside Felix at the counter.

“Off duty,” he smiled proudly. “Jeongin probably hates me, but at least I’m not dealing with Jerry.”

“We should call him up for room service and kidnap him,” you thought aloud.

Felix gasped, eyes widening in delight while Hyunjin smirked and wagged a finger at you, “I like the way you think.”

“Yeah, she’s full of great ideas,” Minho said dismissively before leaning up against the counters, one elbow resting on it while the other held a small handful of M&Ms. “So Hyunjin, what’re your intentions?”

You let out a groan, eyes closing and head dropping back.

That was a bad thing about your friends: if they wanted to say or do something, they just did it.

Seungmin snorted, “Hey, at least he got his name right this time.”

Diffusing situations was one of Chan’s biggest strengths, which was how your small group ended up in your living room, all eyes on the screen. Felix and Seungmin were the final two in your game of Smash, and they were having the most intense battle you’d ever seen. You could hear how furiously they were pressing the buttons on their controllers, the room being filled with people cheering and shit-talking.

Chan had suggested playing video games, and your friends began to get a little too into it, especially finding out Felix loved video games.

“I’ll be honest,” Hyunjin said softly from beside you on the couch, “I cannot keep up with who is where.”

You already knew that because Hyunjin had accidentally thrown himself off the map all 3 times, effectively making him the first one out.

You giggled quietly, “It took me forever to be able to keep track of my own character.”

“You big on games?” he wondered, peeling his eyes away from the screen to look at you.

How come every time he looked at you, it made your heart do a flip? Were you ever going to get over that?

You nodded, “We all like to play together, even if we’re not very good. Being drunk makes it fun.”

“Most of the stories you’ve told me about your roommates involve them being drunk,” he noted with a chuckle.

“Because we always are,” Minho deadpanned from your other side, not looking away from the screen, leaned forward in his seat. “Don’t tell me you’re a lightweight or something. Unless maybe you’re straight-edge, which is fine.”

“Nah, I can handle my alcohol,” Hyunjin reassured him casually. “I never lose a shotgunning contest.”

That made Minho turn his head to the left to look Hyunjin up and down. But he seemed content with whatever he’d decided, smirking with a soft chuckle.

“Guess we’ll have to see sometime.”

Hyunjin nodded, “Sounds like a match.”

Minho turned back to the TV, and you heard him mutter something to himself, but all you caught was, “--throat like that–”

On his other side, Seungmin snorted.

You wanted to ask what was said, but since you assumed it was about Hyunjin’s throat, you decided not to draw his attention to your friend. But why was he talking about Hyunjin’s throat in the first place? You knew Minho was known to just like who he liked regardless of gender or whatever, but was he making sexual comments about the guy you were trying to be with?

Your silent questioning was fleeting when you felt warmth on your thigh. You glanced down to see Hyunjin’s hand resting there, thumb smoothing over your skin that was exposed by the shorts you’d decided to put on since you were going to just be sitting around your house all night. Warmth crept up into your cheeks as you tried to just keep your eyes on the TV, but he knew you weren’t paying attention and he knew you were getting flustered from your body language.

“Cute,” he said softly to himself.

The room suddenly erupted into loud…something. It was cheering but also yelling at someone, and you knew the game was over from the announcer on the game. You assumed Felix had won since him and Chan started loudly chanting something that must’ve been some sort of Australian thing. At least they were bonding, sitting together on the small couch and celebrating the younger boy’s victory.

But that wasn’t to say he wasn’t warming up to Hyunjin. He’d spoken to him here and there – you were thankful he wasn’t bombarding him, but more trying to make him feel included – and seemed to like him. But he was nice to just about everyone.

Minho and Seungmin were the real tellers, and they were at least being nicer to him than they were to Jisung, so that was something. Hyunjin laughed at just about everything Seungmin said, which he obviously seemed to appreciate from his proud smiles. And Minho seemed intrigued by him, but that was all you could really tell. Whenever Minho spoke with him, he always looked at Hyunjin with what you could only describe as amused curiosity.

It also admittedly helped to have Felix there. Since he knew Hyunjin, he was like the bridge for the gap between Hyunjin and your friends. It helped Hyunjin integrate a lot better, and you were thankful for that.

“So what do you usually do for fun, Hyunjin?” Chan asked as Seungmin demanded a rematch.

Hyunjin looked away from the screen to Chan, his hand still on your thigh, “Um… Honestly, not much. My friends and I go out to eat a lot or I just hang out at their place. We do some traveling sometimes.”

Chan’s eyebrows raised, “Wow, really?”

“Right,” Minho nodded, sitting back against the cushions and manspreading like he was trying to nudge your legs closer to Hyunjin’s, “I forgot we’re in the land of the rich.”

“What do you do for work?” Chan wondered.

Felix’s eyes darted from the screen where Seungmin was setting up the 1v1, to Hyunjin, staring at him from the corner of his eye.

“Nothing right now, just had some money saved up,” Hyunjin replied with a shrug, still seeming relaxed despite Chan’s curiosity-disguised interrogation.

“Are you one of those silver spoon babies?” Minho asked with a slight scoff.

“Eat the rich!” Seungmin cheered from the opposite end of the couch.

“Alright, you don’t need to be rude,” Chan scolded him with a frown. “Never mind, these kids will just shit on you for anything.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I agree,” Hyunjin chuckled before raising his beer that he’d been sipping in cheers. “Eat the rich.”

Before they allowed Felix or Hyunjin to leave, Minho declared they had to have a shotgunning contest. Everyone had sipped on a drink or two, but nothing too crazy. But since Hyunjin only lived across the hall, and they were staying at your place, he said it had to be done.

“Ready?” Minho asked, eyes narrowed as he stared at his opponent across from him.

Hyunjin nodded, completely unfazed, “Call it.”

“Three…two…one…” Chan counted down, looking between the two men. “Go!”

They both quickly poked holes into their cans before popping the tops and chugging. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t almost drooling seeing the way Hyunjin’s plush lips went around the can as he tilted his head to drink the contents. You were definitely going to have plenty of fantasies about those lips later.

It felt like only seconds before Hyunjin removed his mouth from the can with a deep sigh, crushing it between both hands and watching Minho finish his drink. Your friend finished his only a couple seconds later, mirroring Hyunjin’s actions.

Except he let out the loudest burp you’d heard him make.

“Nice,” you deadpanned.

“I’m impressed,” Minho nodded with an amused smirk before he looked to you. “You have my blessing.”

“I’m not your daughter, dude.”

Hyunjin curled his hand into a fist and used the side to stifle his own burp before grinning and saying, “Thanks!”

“Next time, count me in on the comp,” Felix laughed. “Thanks for letting me crash the party.”

“Anytime!” Chan told him a little too enthusiastically.

“Alright, bedtime,” Hyunjin sighed before he looked around at your friends. “It was really nice meeting you guys.”

“I’ll walk you guys out,” you offered, already heading for the door while the two boys and your friends said their quick goodbyes.

Felix was quick to give you a hug and playfully punch Hyunjin’s shoulder before he left down the hall and disappeared into the elevator. That just left you and Hyunjin outside your closed door.

“Think they liked me?” Hyunjin asked quietly with a chuckle.

“They were nice, which is honestly saying something,” you told him.

“I feel like Chan’s kind of…indifferent,” he admitted.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Really? I thought he was the nicest to you.”

“He was staring at me the whole time.”

Was he? You hadn’t noticed. Maybe you were too caught up in Hyunjin to notice. Or too caught up in your own head.

Or just oblivious.

“Not more than you were, though,” he grinned smugly.

You pouted at him to avoid the embarrassed smile that came along with the heat licking at your face, “You be quiet.”

“Aw, so no kiss goodnight?” he asked with his own pout, giving you puppy-dog eyes and all.

“I’ll kiss you!” you heard Minho call from instead.

You pounded the side of your fist against the door, hearing a couple, “ows!” whine from the other side.

“Stop listening, you freaks!” you called back.

Hyunjin stepped off to the side of the door before grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. You saw the smitten smile on his face before his lips pressed softly against yours for only a few seconds.

“Just so your roommates don’t see,” he chuckled.

“How thoughtful,” you mumbled, unable to help the fact your face wouldn’t stop getting warmer and warmer.

“I’ll text you with date plans, ‘kay?” he winked.

“‘Kay.”

You seemed reluctant to let him go as he stepped away from you and walked the few steps across the hall.

“Goodniiiight,” he sang.

“Night, Hyunjin.”

As soon as you went back into your apartment and closed the door, you expected to be bombarded. Instead, your friends were standing around the counter again, picking at the snacks that hadn’t been brought into the living room.

“He seems okay,” Minho shrugged. “Honestly was expecting someone a little grossly romantic or whatever, so I’m glad he’s not cringe.”

“And he laughed at my jokes,” Seungmin grinned happily. “I like him.”

Minho snorted, “Never mind, he’s cringe.”

Chan looked like a dad as he stood at the counter, both hands flat against it, while he stared down at it, considering his thoughts and emotions.

“Father?” you prompted. “Anything to say?”

Finally, Chan sighed and nodded, “I think he really likes you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Did you think he didn’t?”

“No, no!” he said quickly, finally lifting his head to look at you and relaxing his stance. “But your concerns about him using you became my concerns, y’know? But… Yeah, no, the way he was looking at you the whole night – he really likes you.”

A smile crept onto your face as you asked, “He was staring at me?”

“Oh my god, a stupid amount!” Minho burst with a groan. “I wanted to vomit in his perfect hair!”

“A guy who just wants to sleep with you would not just gawk at you like that, that often,” Seungmin nodded in agreement, shoving a fistful of popcorn into his mouth. “Dude looked at you like his heart was melting. …Disgusting.”

“Aaaaah! Okay!” you squealed, doing a little dance where you stood. “Okay, now we can get stupid drunk!”

“Thank fuck,” Minho muttered, already making a beeline for the fridge.

“Time to celebrate _____ pulling a hot guy!” Seungmin cheered.

“Yeah, to hot guys!” Chan laughed.

“Cheers, bro,” Minho began passing out cans from the fridge before lifting up his own and popping the top, “I’ll drink to that.”

#k-labels #hyunjin #stray kids #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #stray kids au #stray kids imagine #stray kids scenario #stray kids fic #stray kids series #stray kids x reader #hyunjin au #hyunjin imagine #hyunjin scenario #hyunjin fic #hyunjin x reader

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metaltangodiva · 1 month

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what are your thoughts on the different 'versions' of Krauser as well his various dynamics with Leon? Also do you have any advice for like...not being afraid to add your own interpretations and spins to characters? Like i think i care way too much about what people would think, so i'm a but scared to start posting anything, but at the same time I'd love to add to the fic collection lol

Hello hello~!

I wanna preface this quickly by saying I'm fucking unable to summarize anything, lmao. This turned out to be TWO ESSAYS.

I'll start by replying to the second question, because I sorta realized, about halfway through the answer, that I was writing a fucking essay on Metaltango and I didn't wanna overlook the second point of your message. Because it's super important to me, as a writer (amateur/hobbyist, but writer nonetheless) that people who want to write can do it.

And my suggestion is super easy: do it. Write the thing.

I know it's hard, I went through it too. It's hard to not compare yourself to other people, to go and think "man, they're not gonna like how I portray them". When I started writing "Normal", that was my worry. I was taking these badass, gun-toting, zombie-killing, masculine characters and putting them into a situation that's not only opposite to that, but pretty damn taboo in general. I've had Comments™. But whatever.

And what I tell people, when they say they're worried about how their stories are gonna be received, maybe because it takes a weird non-canon spin, or they feel their tropes are overdone, is:

Do it anyways. There's only you to craft that story you wanna see the way you want it; no one else can do it the exact same, even with the same prompts, the same tropes, the same characters. Everyone views things differently, and I think it's an amazing thing when it comes to art, well... almost everything, honestly. A saying that goes in a Discord server I hang out on is "there's nothing original anymore", but not in a bad way at all — so many works have the same themes, and yet they all still stand out somehow.

I might not the audience. This guy next to me might be, though! Or who knows, maybe *I* am the audience!

But you don't know any of this until you write it. Do it.

OKAY SO I GUESS THAT WAS PART ONE, lol.

SO LET'S GOO FOR PART TWO!

My thoughts on the different versions: I love them! Each version and each game brings something new to the table. I got started with RE4 (VR) — I liked how *aggressively homoerotic* that knife fight was.

Since it was my entry point to RE as a whole, I was curious as to *who* Krauser was, what was his relation to Leon, what happened between them, so on, so forth. Probably what a lot of people went through before Darkside Chronicles became a thing. His obsession for Leon and especially the *passion* behind it. Surely what happened between them was personal!

Then I heard of Darkside Chronicles and I had to play it for myself. So I did. And I was positively surprised when I saw Krauser as he was back around 2002. Gruff, rough around the edges, but just as snarky as Leon — and I love snarky characters. I felt their humor meshed so well. The "boy scout" exchange has lived rent-free in my head since I heard it. Same with the shared water bottle/indirect kiss. The snake/butterfly. Krauser starting as kinda dismissive of Leon, but quickly wisening up about it and treating him as an equal (and I feel it's more than that). And this became what I really wanted to see between them on the long run, hence why I started writing the AU "Normal" takes place in. They were such a good team, in spite of Krauser's wildly varying emotions.

Then RE4R came out, and it introduced them in a mentor/trainee relationship and I love that too. It's a whole different dynamic; Krauser's more serious but still does not shut up, Leon is still a smart mouth — I guess they clashed a lot overall and Leon can probably thank Krauser for all the extra push-ups and laps that gave him this *chef kiss* physique... but Krauser has a soft side to him. The guy really cared for his men, but as an instructor, as a soldier, as a superior and also as a human, probably couldn't voice it all too well. I cried when Leon picked up Krauser's knife, kneeled next to him and Krauser told him he was proud of him. That he had trained him well. It's a dynamic I wish I could capture well enough to put in words, but my real-life experience with anything army-related is nonexistent (well, so is my ageplay/military/"life as a couple" experience with "Normal", lol) and I feel I'd have a harder time with portraying it how I want to. So... I'm eventually gonna do it, outside of oneshots.

TLDR: Give me all the Krausers. They all bring something to the table <3

#metaltango #jack krauser #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #headcanon #i love them your honor #oh fuck I wrote two essays #DO IT

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sending-love-letters · 2 years

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Hi i'm suing your creep reader with the Sinclair boys is literally living rent free in my head.

1. Imagine.... The reader so desperate to fuck one of them Bo lets them thigh ride him nude, absolutely degrading them.

2. Now Michael Myers..... Imagine you try to stalk him to catch him in the nude. He knows you're watching. Just to fuck with you he strips down and fondles himself. But the second you try to reach in he's like "nah. Since you wanna watch so bad."

Anyways I'm going to hell, need anything?

I am guilty of charge... 😔

Also, if you go to hell, can you bring me a hell slushy, thanks.

No because that's exactly what would happen! He wouldn't see you deserving of him touching you just yet, you've been nothing but a little freak spying on them all this time. Why should he even indulge you in anything? This is a punishment, something for his amusement alone and he wants to see how low you're willing to stoop down.

Lucky for him, you brought a shovel.

Now dear reader, I'm sorry, but in my story you have no dignity to hold onto to. So, like an obedient pet... you give him a show. Let him hear all the noises freely, and for him only. Or Vince of Les if they're romaing around the house lol

He calls you a depraved freak, a bitch in heat, willing to take anything he gives you. Do you have any shame? Willing to hump on his leg like an animal just like that, no fight whatsoever. You're so desperate it's embarrassing to watch. He just crosses his arms behind the back of his head and watches with a satisfied grin, he doesn't allow you to touch him as well or let's you finish.

Behave nicely and who knows... maybe he'll use your mouth next time.

Also a little extra because I can't help myself:

Boot-riding with Vincent, he's too busy with his art to pay you attention, you want to get off? Go on, grind on his boot and maybe he'll pet your head while you finish. He isn't as mean as Bo, you know.I have found a few bootriding fics with Vin that have been... 😔👌🏼

Dry humping with Lester, he's the one who will most probably let you have your fun, lets you sit on his lap as he stares and holds your waist in place, not letting you move an inch.

♡

And... 👀

That's so him.

If you ever think you have power over him because you're trying to sneak up on him, you're wrong. Like you said, you can watch because he let's you watch. If you try to touch him, firm hand on your shoulder will be your only and last warning as he pushes you down on your knees for you to watch him.

Eyes on him only because you wanted to be a weirdo and stare.

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maochira · 1 year

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Jinpachi Ego as a father (headcanons)

Dad!Ego lives rent free in my head. Thanks to my father complex. So, I have two VERY different headcanons for Dad!Ego, which means you’re getting two for the price of one right here.

I have a version for Dad!Ego who pushes his kid to become the world’s best striker and Dad!Ego who doesn’t push his kid towards soccer.

Also feel free to insert yourself as his kid because honestly this was intentioned to be a child!reader insert at first, but I ended up writing in third person.

Anyways, on to the headcanons!

WARNINGS: child neglect (but with a positive change in the first, rather negative in the second)

Dad!Ego who doesn’t push his kid to be a soccer player

-you know how Ego calls the Blue Lock player his diamonds in the rough? He’d call his kid his diamond or gem because he loves his kid so much they’re perfect to him

-he’s a single father and has full custody of his kid. Mother is out of the picture

-before the Blue Lock project I imagine him having a bunch of time for his kid,, but as soon as the Blue Lock project starts? Child neglect. Sadly.

-he works all day every day. I assume he lives in the Blue Lock facility, so his kid lives there as well

-when Ego is busy he tells Anri to take care of his kid. At first she was very confused, but at some point it became routine

-his kid misses spending time with their dad a lot. Probably tells Anri something about it. She feels bad for the kid and decides to talk to Ego about it

-at first he doesn't want to listen and pushes Anri away. But after some more thought he realises he really hasn't been spending lots of time with his kid

-Ego tries to improve as a father, even though the process is slow and he tends to fall back into the "I'm busy right now, ask Anri if she wants to play."

-he's trying his best and he's a good dad at heart but I wouldn't put a child into his hands during the Blue Lock project

Dad!Ego who wants his kid to be a soccer player

-so uhm. Very similar to the first headcanons. But worse.

-also single father Ego because I can NOT picture this man in a relationship like that

-he'd start teaching soccer to his kid literally the moment they can walk and then the daily soccer training starts

-at first it's light and fun, but the older the kid gets the more Ego pushes them towards reaching a professional soccer career

-he wants to turn his kid into the world's best striker. He wants to see how intense training from the earliest age possible helps creating a great striker (I swear I came up with this before Hiori's backstory was out)

-the early practise pays off, tho. The kid is probably amazing at soccer and way ahead of other kids their age

-when the Blue Lock project starts, shit gets worse

-like,,, Ego doesn't have time for his kid anymore. The only time they do spend together is soccer practise

-Ego doesn't do it intentionally, but all of this makes his kid think that their only valid worth towards Ego is when they succeed in soccer

-in some way, that's true.

-Ego sees almost all of his kid's worth in their possible soccer career. But come on, Ego isn't heartless. He loves his kid unconditionally. He just makes it come off as if he only loves them under the condition of them being great at soccer

-basically, he has a good heart with his kid but is super bad at showing it. Like extremely bad. Bad to a point where it damages his kid.

-the kid constantly tries to impress Ego but he's kind of,,, harder to amaze since he started seeing how the Blue Lock players play and improve, even tho there's an age difference between them and his kid

-ngl I wanna write a oneshot about this. Might have to at some point

#ego jinpachi #jinpachi ego #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #bllk #bllk headcanons

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fandomestloser · 2 months

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dear alex,

if someone decided to tell me, in november last year, that i would find a love such as you, i would’ve called them insane.

and if they’d told me, on december third, that we’d still be standing so strong this much later? i’d have laughed in their face.

it was never, of course, that i didn’t think you would be as wonderful a partner as you have been. i just never imagined it being directed at me.

but then again, you’ve well outgrown anything i could’ve imagined in my life, let alone expected.

can i tell you what i see, when i look at you?

i don’t see you. well, i do, of course, but i don’t see “just you”. i see a future, i see a past. i see my closest ally and my dearest friend and my darling and my dear boy and my love and my everything.

i see the first days of our friendship, i see fanfiction rambles and hamilton references. i see long hours in musical rehearsals, watching you dance. i could have watched you dance forever.. i see that night on friday the first, sitting on the roof of the playground, watching the sunset. i see myself, sitting on my bed, panicked, texting my friend, just waiting for any response. i see the number 794 flashing in my head like a reminder of the words that got us here. i see that first date, when you held my hand in the movie theatre and leaned on my shoulder. i see that day in january at our friends house, kissing you on the stairs. i see your birthday with all our friends, and the tumblr post that night. today was a fairytale. i’m glad.

i see a tiny shoebox apartment, stretching out our paycheques to pay the rent so we can finish uni, curling up together late at night on a dodgy second-hand couch with our crappy tv. i see your first novel being published, i see our careers hitting a high and we move into our dream house out of the city, i see us adopting pets and fostering kids and i see the white picket fence life. i see date night every weekend and our birthday gifts getting more and more extravagant, i see us making dinner together and showing our kids the kind of love they’ll deserve to find.

i see you on our wedding day, looking handsome, in some suit you picked out yourself. i see bella and edith and ella and everyone else who’s backed us up there to support us, to watch us start the rest of our lives. the day we give a grand big “fuck you” to everyone who said we couldn’t, and the day we show our friends that “you and me? it’s a forever kind of thing.”

and i see the bad bits, too. i see the fights, and the tears, and all the nights we have to spend apart. i see christmas holidays stretching out ahead of us and trying to tread lightly until we’re safe away from our parents. i see a lot of bad things.

but what would the good things be, if we hadn’t had to work for them?

my darling; my future, my past, my world, they all belong to you. they are yours, fully and wholeheartedly. you healed my heart, you glued back together the little cracks, though you were never the one to break it. and for all the love i’ve found in you, i’ll be forever grateful, baby

so. as you put it a month ago, "here's to forever."

yours forever, akeyla.

P.S: you might have noticed that there've been very few songs dedicated since your birthday. that's because i've been saving the ideas for today. under the cut, my love.

one song for every day of our relationship:

♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ And the voices that implore, "You should be h=doing more" To you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made And you'll say, "Oh my, we really were timeless" ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I can feel you take control Of who I am and all I've ever known Loving you's the antidote ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ So the balls in your court, if I'm something you adore and you wanna see me more, I'd be okay with that ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Gonna hold you, gonna kiss you in my arms Gonna take you away from harm ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, I'll breathe in the dust I wanna be your ford cortina, I won't ever rust ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Pinky promise, I'll still love your garden Even with no flowers, even with no flowers ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ tired of loving from afar, and never being where you are close the windows, lock the doors, don't wanna leave you anymore ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Look into my eyes, You will see What you mean to me ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ If I could grant you peace of mind If you could let me inside your heart Oh, let me be a part of the narrative In the story, they will write someday Let this moment be the first chapter Where you decide to stay ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥

♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ If I had to choose her or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Well it's all an adventure that comes with a breathtaking view Walking a tightrope with you, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Cause all of the small things that you do Are what remind me why I fell for you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey, baby, I think I wanna marry you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ In case you didn't know, baby I'm crazy about you I would be lying if I said I could live this life without you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ They don't got a word for what you mean to me, I'll put in the work for every little thing ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ You know I'd fall apart without you Don't know how you do what you do Cause everything that don't make sense about me Makes sense when I'm with you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I wanna be alone Alone with you, does that make sense? ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ It's your show, And I'm just watching Losing you ain't an option ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me Every day I will remind you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ It's so excruciating to see you low Just wanna lift you up and not let you go ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I was standing You were there Two worlds collided And they can never, ever tear us apart ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, we find out ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Lonely water, lonely water won't you Let us wander, let us hold each other ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ You're all I want, so much it's hurting ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I'm holding you closer than most, Cause you are my heaven ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Andante, andante, tread lightly on my ground Andante, andante, oh please, don't let me down ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ The part of you that's part of me, Will never die, will never leave, And it's nobody else's but mine ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ A love like that makes a man have second thoughts, Maybe some things last forever after all ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥

♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Hash brown, egg yolk, I will always love you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ And oh, oh, oh, oh, if you can't bear the winter cold My heart will be a home for you right here ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ But when you poured out your heart, I didn't waste it There's nothing like your love to get me high ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ The house don't fall, When the bones are good ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Darling, he can't buy my love It's you I'm dreaming of ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ You're ripped at every edge, But you're a masterpiece ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ And it's worth it It's divine I have this some of the time ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Soul mate, soul mate, soul mate Won't you dance here with me while it grows late? Put your head on my chest, that's your safe place We'll fall deeper in love every day ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ And who was I to say That this was meant to be? The road that was broken Brought us together ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Cause I wanna be yours Don't you wanna be mine? I don't wanna get lost in the dark of the night ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ All of my friends think I've gone crazy But they don't know me like my baby ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Don't wanna hand you all my trouble Don't wanna give you all my demons You'll have to watch me struggle From several rooms away But tonight I'll need you to stay ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I still remember that day When I first saw you and you looked at me And I dreamt right there that we Would someday fly away ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ When you hold me, I see the end of a movie Everyone thinks that we're crazy And maybe we are ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Hate to admit but it might be true Hate to admit but I think you knew Hate to be lame but I might love you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Isn't it just so pretty to think, All along there was some invisible string Tying you to me ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I wanna cut off my hair and kick off my boots Dance in the wind just to do it again, oh, it's true But only if it's with you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Don't take these beautiful things that I've got Please stay, I want you, I need you, oh god ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Though the sea will be strong I know we'll carry on ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ So give your all to me, I'll give my all to you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Walk on with your burden I will walk with you When your heart stills in your chest When your tongue is poetry ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ You say I'm pretty and I don't believe you But you reassure me when I think it's not true It's definite You and me are made to be more than friends ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I'm sorry if I say i need you But I don't care, I'm not scared of love Cause when I'm not with you, I'm weaker Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong that you make me strong? ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I won't hesitate no more, no more It cannot wait, I'm yours ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ We've got the summer And we've got each other And perhaps even longer? ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ But I've got no plans at all to leave And would you take away my hopes and dreams? And just stay with me, ooh ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I'm a fool for you And the things you do ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Kiss me once cause you know I had a long night Kiss me twice cause it's gonna be alright Three times cause I've waited my whole life ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Baby we should say it all, say it all There's beauty in these broken walls, broken walls And holding back is criminal, criminal So maybe we should say it all, say it all ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I don't care what people say when we're together You know I wanna be the one who holds you when you sleep I just want it to be you and I forever ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥

♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Well I was told to put my job in front of you But it wont hold me like you do ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ "Hold onto the end" that's what I intend to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ So cover me up, And know you're enough To use me for good ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Can you read my mind? It could be a lonely world I want forever times forever ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ If you leave me, Oh, I think that I just might lose it completely ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I just wanna love on you To hell with the rest We ain't gotta leave this bed ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I feel safe when you're holding me near Love the way that you conquer your fear You know hearts don't break around here ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Hit me like a ray of sun Burning through my darkest nights You're the only one that I want Think I'm addicted to your light ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Darling, I'm always there I know it's been hard for my baby this year When your heart breaks, mines breaking too 'Cause I loved you then and I love you still ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ You sunshine, you temptress My hands at risk, I fold ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥

♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ If I'm being honest, when you look at me It's like kissin' a million angels ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I've waited a hundred years But I'd wait a million more for you Nothing prepared me for What the privilege of being yours would do ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I know heaven's a thing I go there when you touch me Honey hell is when I fight with you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you And all the things you do ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Right now I know how it feels like the world's gonna end But I'll get you through If it's the last thing I do ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I see us in black and white Crystal clear on a starlit night And all your gorgeous colours I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I never grew up, it's getting so old Help me hold on to you I've been the archer, I've been the prey Who could ever leave me darling? But who could stay? You could stay. ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ And when she doesn't notice How pretty she is Tell her over and over So she never forgets ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Baby, give it all I'd give it all just to make you mine And if you need a minute Honey, I'll give you all my time, all the time ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ You think I'm pretty without any makeup on You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong I know you get me, so I'll let my walls come down ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥

♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Love 'til it hurts, 'til my heart aches The light in my world on my dark days ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ There's things I wanna say to you But I'll just let you live Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ You've been my muse for a long time You get me through every dark night ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Cause if I didn't have you I wouldn't have nothing at all ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ 'Cause I got issues, but you got 'em too So give 'em all to me, and I'll give mine to you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Common sense said don't go the extra mile Common sense said go back and reconcile But common sense forgot about her smile ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ So this is how it feels To fall in love with you To always think of you To always dream of you ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Love is a risk But what's the alternative? When the planet keeps spinning around I'd be somewhere missing out ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ Oh I've loved you three [months] now honey, And I want them all Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close, for ever and ever? ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥ ♡ I still remember, the third of december, me in your sweater ♡ ♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥

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