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Bittersweet Nothings

Pairing: Durge x Gortash, reader x Gortash

C/W: gn reader, redeemed! durge, platonic/romantic soulmates, sfw

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It's just a glass of wine, you'd told yourself. What's the harm? You'd naively asked.

Having the newly appointed Archduke of Baldur's Gate set up in your camp was unprecedented enough, but to agree to join him in his tent for a spell was hardly appropriate. Especially now that over half the bottle had disappeared in no time at all.

You were hardly to blame, to be fair. He had a certain air about him that had drawn you in from the beginning. A comfortable familiarity with you that left you equal parts confused and amused. He was charming, as is his way. Which is why when he'd asked you to share a drink with him, the only response you could scrounge up was a shrug and a "What the hell, why not?"

Which left you here. Sprawled out on an assortment of cushions and floor mats, a slight heat in your face that spread from your cheeks to your neck, cackling at whatever sad attempt at comedy has just left Gortash's mouth.

"You're positively primeval," you laugh as you playfully push at his shoulder, which is lightly adorned with just a black dress shirt. His overcoat lay forgotten in the corner somewhere, shed about two glasses ago.

"Oh, come now," he grins slyly in response, face leaning against his hand as he lay facing you. "You always liked that one."

You can tell in the way he says it and in the moment that follows that he knows not what he said or how it came across. The words flowed out of him without thought, as if by nature.

And you're no fool. You've scrounged up enough clues and hints of a past alliance. Words written in your own hand, and some in his, that tease at something even deeper than that. A friendship. A bond. Maybe something more, if you look real close, if you squint.

It's circumstancial at best. Letters can be fabricated, feelings can change. One page of a book tells only a fragment of a story. Yet it's moments like these, where his facade cracks and his defenses drop, that cement a truth in your mind: you meant something to him. Mean something to him. And a lifetime ago--a gruesome, gory, painful lifetime ago--he might have meant something to you.

And you don't remember it.

He's too engrossed in pouring his next glass to notice your shift in mood. You almost feel sober, idly circling the rim of your glass with a finger.

And yet the alcohol definitely plays a part in loosening your tongue. "You know, in our travels," you begin. His gaze shifts to you again. "My group and I, we've come across many an expert who have taken it upon themselves to inform me of just how..." You struggle to find the words, yet he hangs off each one in rapt attention. "Mutilated my mind truly is. In a very literal sense." You don't gauge his reaction. The ichor of the liquid in your glass seems far more fascinating right now.

This subject matter makes you feel shy and exposed, and yet his response is nonchalant. "Yes, well, it should come as no surprise how thorough Orin was in her brutality." You can hear the roll in his eyes.

The mention of her name leaves a foul taste in your mouth and a tightness in your chest. "I've no doubt she took great pleasure in her work," you retort, emulating the exasperation in his tone. Your feelings pertaining to Orin are complicated, and this wasn't really the direction you intended to steer the conversation.

There's a hand at your chin and suddenly your eyes are level with his. "Dear assassin, take comfort in the fact that you were always her better." His expression is fierce. A sense of sort of... pride emanates from him. "She lies in the very bed she made and you alone stand victorious, as is your right." There's a finality in the way he says it. He sounds so sure, as if it was written in stone. As if he'd known this would always be the outcome.

You realize his finger and thumb linger on your chin. The exaggerated sense of warmth is dizzying. You blame the wine.

You attempt to refocus, smile with an exhale. "While I appreciate the sentiment, that's not what I was getting at."

"Speak then." He adjusts his frame. The hand remains in place, save for a rogue thumb that travels upward, brushing your bottom lip. "What troubles you?"

He asks in a cavalier sort of way, but his eyes carry an earnest. I'd move mountains to ease your troubles. It makes you hesitate before you continue. "Well, because of the sorry state I'm in." He chuckles at that. "It's entirely possible that... no amount of magic or healing could ever restore my memories. Return me to I was--"

He scrunches his brow quizzically. "I'm sure some way exists. We are set to conquer an elder brain, after all--"

"If your Grace would allow me to finish my thought." The words spill out of you with a laugh. Playful yet frustrated. So frustrated, in fact, that you've grabbed the hand that was at your chin. It's still in your grasp as you huff out a puff of air at the unperturbed face of Enver Gortash.

Your display apparently gives him no pause. He only raises a brow in amusement. He allows his hand to remain in your grip as he brings the other to his grin. He mimes zipping his lips shut and bows his head as a gesture to continue. You have the floor.

You sigh. "Were it possible... By some miracle or great power, to restore my mind to what it once was..." You look down and fiddle with his fingertips as you try to organize your thoughts. He lets you. "I'm not even sure that's something I'd want?" It comes out as a question. Rhetorical in the sense that you have no answer and Gortash doesn't offer one, true to his promise to let you continue uninterrupted. So you do.

"I'm free of my father. I've no concept of what it was like to submit to him fully, and I don't think I want to." The you that you hear about sounds nothing like the you you know. The you that was willing to watch the world burn--willing to be its last inhabitant, its last sacrifice to your god, your very blood--isn't you anymore. Everything you've heard has led you to believe the person you were was disturbed, deranged, unhinged. Who was that person beyond the madness? Was there one? "That part of me feels better off lost... Lest I lose my current self to it."

When you meet Gortash's eyes again, they're still on you, expectantly. His lips are sealed, determined to a fault to allow you to finish--somehow aware in the first place that you aren't yet.

He waits.

The bastard.

You bite the inside of your cheek. You sit up to your knees, now holding that hand so fiercely in both of yours. "I'm so certain of this. But..." Your brow furrows. "When one decides to leave their past behind, there are tradeoffs. One truly leaves everything behind them. Other aspects of my old life are simply lost to me. I know not who raised me up, I know not whether I was sweet as a child, I know not whether some trace of who I am existed in the person I once was." You bring his hand up to your forehead and shut your eyes as you confess. "And I know not who you are, Enver Gortash."

You either still have the floor or he doesn't know what to say. Either way you keep going.

"While I've come to respect you, and somewhat even trust you, no part of my mind remembers you."

You look down at him and search his eyes in desperation. The amusement in his face has softened into something else you can't quite place. He looks up at you, not having torn his gaze away.

You don't remember him.

"And yet, dear tyrant." You've known something from the moment you first met. "Some part of my soul knows you..." You exhale a laugh without humor.

"And I don't know what to make of that."

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[slayfics]

Hello!!! I love ur work your the first author to make me actually want to read something lol so my idea is what about muichiro tsugoku trying out his clothes? Btw dont over work your self and drink loads of water ❤️❤️💞💞

Muichiro gives you one of his uniforms.

You and Muichiro were both snug in bed wrapped in an embrace, without a word spoken yet as you both slowly welcomed the morning. A crow landed on the window seal, disrupting the peaceful morning as it signaled Muichiro’s departure soon. You nuzzled tighter into his neck and squeezed your arms around him tighter.

“Don’t go,” you mumbled sleepily, kissing his neck gently.

“I won’t be gone long,” he promised.

“I know- but I sleep better with you here.”

Muichiro didn’t respond right away but soaked up the few more moments he could of being warm in your embrace.

“And when I’m not here?” He finally asked shifting to look at you.

You decided whether to answer honestly or not. You knew Muichiro had important things to attend to as a Hashira so you didn’t want to make him worry about you. You’d be fine, but the truth was…

“I still have nightmares… but I never have nightmares when you’re next to me.” You said squeezing him once more. Muichiro kissed the top of your head before finally disrupting your embrace by getting up.

“One moment,” was all he said as he made his way to his closest and began to rustle around. You sat up curiously watching the Hashira.

Muichiro emerged from the closet with one of his uniforms in hand.

Oh-

He’s just going to start getting ready, you realized. Of course, he’s probably running a bit late because of you.

To your surprise, Muichiro did not begin to dress in his uniform but made his way back over to you. He unbuttoned the shirt off his uniform, then wrapped it around you snuggly.

“This will keep you safe while I’m gone,” he said, as a soft smile spread across his lips.

You found yourself speechless for a few moments as Muichiro also laid the bottom of the uniform on the bed for you to take.

“Keep it as long as you need,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead and then began to get ready.

You slid your arms through the sleeves, lifted your arms up, and watched as the baggy sleeves cascaded down your arms. A giggle escaped your lips.

“This is rather comfy, but it doesn’t get in your way?” You asked, now watching mesmerized at the Hashira changing into his own uniform.

“No, the extra fabric works to confuse demons and makes it harder to predict my moves,” he explained.

“Oh, well I think they are lovely pajamas.” You said playfully laying back in bed.

“Oh no I want to see the pants on too,” he said, grabbing your arm to pull you out of bed. You couldn’t help but laugh at the Hashira’s newfound playfulness.

“Ok, ok!” You gave in standing up to put the pants on.

Muichiro’s already baggy costume was extra baggy on you.

“That’s adorable on you,” he smiled at the sight. “Now get some more rest, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Thank you, Tokito.” You said climbing back into bed finding it impossible to have any nightmares now.

This request was so cute! Thank you so much for the kind words I’m glad my works excite you! I hope you enjoy the fic~

Tagging those that asked~

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Congrats on 1k!!! Can you do number 9 from 50 cliché promts and tropes with mako x reader? :)

MAKO + “there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling”

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“Well, this is... unfortunate.”

“It’s unacceptable.” You glanced at Mako, who was visibly irritated. “First Beifong only approves one room because of ‘budget cuts,’ and now we’re expected to share a bed?”

“Relax, tough guy. I’m sure it was just a booking error. I’ll go talk to the receptionist.” You left your partner and your bag in the room with the single large bed against the wall to go downstairs and sort out the mistake. You gave the man at the desk your friendliest smile as you approached.

“Hello again,” the man said, looking up at you. “Is there a problem with the room?”

“Yes, actually. We should’ve been booked for a room with two beds but there’s only one. Could we be moved somewhere else?” You tried to sound as amicable as possible as you spoke, hoping the employee would oblige.

He flipped through the large book of records in front of him and traced his finger down a page. “Ah, yes! You reserved a double. So sorry about that—let me see what else is available.” You watched as he flipped through again, mumbling to himself. Your smile faltered a little when he frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“It appears everything else is filled for the night. I’m terribly sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.” The man eyed you as if expecting you to blow up at him, but you just sighed and tightened your smile.

“Ah, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Thank you for checking, though.”

Mako was not gonna be happy.

“You’re joking,” he deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest. You dropped down to sit on the edge of the problematic bed itself. “Are you and Beifong trying to pull a prank or something?”

You stared up at him. “Beifong? A prank? Really?”

“Okay, no,” he huffed. “But you’re kidding, right?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you think it’s funny to inconvenience me?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Mako.”

“Tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking.”

He groaned and threw himself in the threadbare armchair in the corner of the room. “Great, just what I needed,” he grumbled to himself.

“Hey, I’m not exactly thrilled about this either!” You rolled your eyes. “If you’re gonna freak out about it you can take the bed and I’ll just... sleep on the floor or something.”

“No, no. You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“How noble,” you laughed. “You’re the one who has a problem sleeping with me. Take the bed.”

“I—” His cheeks tinged a slight pink that didn’t escape your notice. “I don’t have a problem.”

“You sure seem to.”

“I shared a blanket with Bolin on the street for most of my childhood.”

“You must be getting spoiled with that detective salary if you can’t rough it for one night and share a bed with your favorite partner. Going soft?”

You grinned when he glared at you. “Why are you torturing me?”

“You’re easy to torture.” You stood up to rifle through your bag. “And it’s fun.”

“I’m requesting a partner transfer when we finish this assignment,” he muttered, making you bark out a laugh.

“You wouldn’t, you’re too attached now.” You straightened up with your arms full of toiletries and clean clothes. “I’m gonna go wash up so I can pass out. Early day tomorrow, and all. Catchin’ bad guys, kickin’ ass, takin’ names.”

“Uh-huh.” A small smile finally graced his handsome face for the first time since arriving at the inn. “I’ll be here keeping watch—y’know, for the bad guys.”

Once you’d scrubbed off the long day of travel and changed into clean, comfortable clothes you reentered the main room to see Mako studying the files for the case the two of you were working. His eyebrows were set into a furrow as he read through it and chewed at the inside of his cheek absently. You watched him for a few more moments once you settled down onto the worn but comfortable mattress. Something in the papers seemed to perplex him as he wrinkled his nose and flipped back a few pages. Suddenly, his warm orange eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked with a small frown.

You shrugged. “Trying to figure out if that smell is the room or just you.”

His frown deepened. “Uncalled for.”

You hummed noncommitally and snuggled down between the sheets. “Go clean up so I can sleep.”

“I’m not stopping you,” he said, snapping the file shut and rising from the chair.

“I gotta keep watch, remember? Bad guys,” you murmured despite your heavy eyelids. Mako shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom. The gentle, steady sound of running water lulled you into a drifting sleep after only a few minutes.

You roused slightly when Mako returned, shuffling around the room followed by curling steam and the smell of his soap from the bathroom. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter and tried to fall back asleep until you felt him grab a pillow off the other side of the bed. Rolling onto your side you sleepily looked up at him.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” He stood next to a blanket on the floor with the pillow in his hand, dressed in a clean white shirt and loose pants. “I was just getting set up over here.”

You squinted at the pillow he held while your tired mind tripped over itself trying to catch up. “What?”

“I told you I’d sleep on the floor,” he said, gesturing to his makeshift sleeping area.

You blinked slowly at him. “Mako.”

“Yeah?”

“Get in the bed.”

“But—”

“I wasn’t asking,” you interrupted. “Come. To. Bed.”

He flushed lightly and opened and closed his mouth a couple times before looking down at his pillow he srill gripped. “I—I don’t want to make you... uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” you repeated blankly and he nodded. “I put my life in your hands every day, Mako. I trust you, probably more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. You’re not gonna make me uncomfortable. In fact, I’d be a thousand times more comfortable with you up here than on the floor.”

“Okay, okay,” he relented, finally moving back towards the bed. “You’ve made your point.”

“Good.” You closed your eyes again and yawned loudly. “The mattress is big enough we can both stay on our sides, no big deal. You need to rest well so I know you’re alert enough to save my ass tomorrow and sleeping on the floor does not reassure me.”

“I already agreed, you don’t need to keep working at me.” Mako carefully slid into the sheets, being almost calculating in how close he could stay to the edge without falling off. Even with the considerable empty space between you, you could still feel his familiar warmth seeping into your tired muscles.

“‘M a detective, can’t help it.”

“Go to sleep. You’ll have plenty of time to harass me in the morning.”

“You know you love me.”

If only you knew, he thought to himself as you slipped back into your dreamland.

The first thing you noticed upon regaining consciousness was the thumping rhythm next to your ear. The next thing you noticed was how warm you felt, despite the sheets being tangled down around your feet. You turned your head and buried your face into your pillow, inhaling deeply.

Soap. And smoke.

Hold on. You lifted your head up slowly and blinked blearily, taking in where you were as your brain whirred back to life.

Not your pillow. Mako—his chest, more specifically. Your eyes trailed down to where your bodies were pressed together in a tangle of limbs. The arm wrapped around you ended in fingers pressing into your waist. Your thigh was hiked up around his hip and his knee was slotted between your legs. You looked up at his face to see he was still sound asleep, lips parted as he breathed slowly.

You sat up all the way and his hand on your waist flopped down onto the bed. “Mako.”

He snorted and gave no other response.

“Mako,” you hissed, smacking his chest lightly. Without opening his eyes, he grabbed your hand and yanked you back down.

“Don’ hit me,” he grumbled, lips brushing your forehead as he spoke. “‘M sleepin’.”

Your face was starting to burn. “Well, wake up!”

He cracked one eye open to peer down at you and closed it again with a sniff. All at once it seemed to hit him and his eyes flew open as he shot upwards, knocking you to the side. You groaned as he launched himself out of the bed and onto his feet.

“What time is it?!” he barked.

“I don’t know!”

He whipped his head around to look at the clock on the bedside table. He made a small noise of panic and snatched it up as if getting a closer look would change the reading it gave.

“Fuck, we’re late!”

thank you for the request! i hope you enjoyed it! it ended up being way longer than i thought it would be lol. i guess i’ll tag my atla list and the people who wanted to be tagged in my full mako fic lol

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hey! :D i see that your requests are open and u write for skz too? can u pls write a boyfriend!han headcanon 👉👈?(maybe make it extra fluffy eheheheheh) please take ur time, and thank uuuu🥺💗

hi lovee <3 thank you for requesting!! i hope you enjoy the headcanon cause honestly who can resist jisung 😩 anyways here you go ❤️❤️

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Jisung as your boyfriend

wooOooOooOoo

you're in for a loooong ride

y'all are the most chaotic duo tbh

you have that type of relationship where he's your bf but also your bff

which means you're inseparable, other than when he's busy with work, you're both joined at the hip

trust me, the boys are so done with you 2

y'all love to annoy and prank them sm like chill 😟

but they still love you, you're like a little sibling to them, one more in the family :]

he's a very wild and adventurous boy so best believe your dates are hella entertaining

he'd take you to all sorts of places, be it an amusement park or laser tag

i feel like he's more of an outdoor kind of person, but he does have moments where he feels all cuddly and all he wants is to be in your arms wrapped in a blanket

if you're more of an indoor person then he's fine with that too

y'all would make a fort in the dorm and binge some netflix

minho sometimes crashes those dates-

talking about entertaining, there's not one dull moment when you're with him

he finds it endearing when he sees you smile, especially if he's the cause of it

like he'll have this loving smile on his face while looking at you with heart eyes like dfjnddejj god im so soft

matching clothes/accessories are a m u s t

he's a sucker for skinship so that's another thing to look forward to

it brings him comfort being able to touch you in some way, wether it'd be by holding your hand or wrapping his arms around your waist

sometimes he'd randomly show up at your house with flowers or your favorite food and you're like ???

but who can complain

y'all would tease each other sooo much

anyone that doesn't know you personally would be so concerned like are you sure yall are dating 😦

but don't worry, it's all out of love

cuddling him is so soothing???

if he's in a cuddly mood, it'll be such a soft and fluffy atmosphere

he'll be nuzzling his face into your neck or laying his head on your chest, hearing your heartbeat comforts him sooo much, it almost always has him dozing off

other times he'll have you on top of him, running his hand through your hair looking down at you with a small smile on his face

pls scratch his head or play with his hair, it's like medicine to him

if he's having a hard day, he'll take your hand and place it on his head to indicate he wants head scratches

you don't argue often, usually it's over small things

he hates arguing with you, especially over stupid things, all he wants is to be cuddled up in your arms talking about anything

can i just say that kissing him is so ethereal ???

i feel like his kisses usually start out a little shy and soft but gradually become more passionate

he sometimes has the random urge to kiss you, like you could be doing the most random thing like reading a book and he'll look at you like 'i wanna kiss you so bad'

he's a sucker for forehead kisses as well as cheek kisses

like have you seen those cheeks??? they're so soft and squishy

hold his cheeks and play around with them and he'll melt right in your hands

he l o v e s waking up and seeing you cuddled up in chest and your legs tangled together

he'll give you small kisses around your face till you wake up

i feel like he enjoyes cuddling in bed for a but before starting his day

he'll cup your cheek and softly give you a morning kiss, lean your head on his hand while he's holding it and you'll successfully have him pass out

he spoils you sooo much

like honey you got yourself a sugar daddy

but he just wants to show you how much he loves you and appreciates you

of course he doesn always show through materials, affection his far more important to him

he could honestly go all day talking about all the things he loves about you wether it'd be your personality or cute you are

you're his favorite person and he wants to express all his love and do all sorts of things with you cause he's a simp

all in all, he's whipped for you and would do anything to make you happy so please love him back just as much

[channoticedmeuwu]

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 | 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

p : doyoung × fem!reader | g : fluff, desi!reader, husband!doyoung, reader's sibling's wedding!au | w : none

a/n : this was all written in accordance to what I've witnessed and attended so <33 hi if ur reading this and u have a lover pls bring them jasmine flower bracelets it's the best thing in the world

dholki; a pre-celebration which usually takes place one or two weeks before the main celebrations. The bridal party, close friends and relatives of the bride and groom are in attendance. During this event guests sing and dance traditionally while beating on a dholak drum.

you looked up from the lady that helped you apply your mehndi towards the lounge door, where doyoung stood, holding two bangles made with jasmine and a blushed smile.

"you're here!"

You stood and walked towards him to greet him, but stopped in front, holding your hands open. "sorry, it's fresh and new," you said about the henna.

He smiled, planting a kiss to your forehead, "that's okay. Where's your mother?"

"mom..." you tilted your head, blinking, "probably in the kitchen. Why?"

"one of these is for her," he said, pointing his chin towards the bangles. You scoffed, walking and sitting down on one of the cushions that lay on the floor, careful not to touch anything with your hands. "You're such a goodie little two shoes."

He took his shoes off before entering, stepping on the cold white sheets that adorned the floor, and took a seat besides you.

"this whole thing," he said, looking around at the yellow and orange flowers hanging on the walls, the speakers sitting in the corner of the room, the dhol that lay idle in the corner, "reminds me of us."

"flashbacks, huh?"

"yeah, it feels like I'm marrying you all over again."

y/n smiled, looking towards him, "you look great in the shalwar kameez."

"and you," he said, picking a jasmine out from the bangle and braiding it in your hair, "look even prettier with these in your hair."

"y/n, have you seen my— oh, doyoung!"

your mother had walked in, a welcoming smile on her face as Doyoung stood and walked towards her.

"y/n," she said, placing a hand on doyoung's head and putting the flower bracelet on her hand, "why is he such a gentleman? He's more of a son to me."

"oh, I don't know, mom," you narrowed your eyes to doyoung, who stood behind your mother, sticking his tongue out to you.

"he really is a sight for sore eyes, isn't he?"

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[random-mha-thoughts]

Baby (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Anon requested: “Hiii!! I jus wanna say ur writing is one of the best I've read so far (and I've read a lot). It's been a while since I've read a oneshot that made me feel tingles (u know why I mean right, it's hard to explain 😅) anyway jus wanna say I love ur writing!! Also, if u don't mind I'd like to request a fluff with bakugou where he gets his wisdom teeth removed and he just becomes the softest thing everrrrr! :) if ur not taking requests rn I dont mind if u skip this one. Adios ;)"

Thanks for the kind words and the request anon! I hope you like it~

Genre: Floof. Pure, plotless floof

Word count: 973

Tags:  @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: Today was tiring as hell. I got up at 7:30 to study for my exam at 1 pm and I had a 2 hour lecture to go over after that.  I feel like I was studying for a good 10 hours today alone and I was already tired this entire week.  And it's only Wednesday... Which is why I couldn't wait to write this! I was in dire need of some plain, quick, simple, plotless floof, so I’m happy I had this request to fill next.  I hope you guys out there are in a good mental state as the semester is wrapping up, and if not I hope this cheered you up a bit!

Also (I’m a few days late but still) Ramadan Mubarak to my muslim readers/followers!  I wish you an easy fast, willpower, and spirituality in the following month. You got this!  I’ll also try to include NSFR warnings if anyone wants? I know swearing and spicy stuff aren’t allowed, but I’m not 100% sure about the fluffy stuff so let me know!

"This way, Katsuki, let's go."  I gently pull my boyfriend down the street, capturing his arm in mine to balance his wobbly gait.

He mumbles something incoherent and leans into me.  "We going home now?"

"Yup, I already picked up your medication.  Are you keeping that ice pack on your face?"

"Yeeees," he groans.  Katsuki usually hates it when I mother him, but today he really needed it.  Poor guy was scared of having his wisdom teeth removed and didn't trust anyone else to accompany him.  It's kind of endearing, especially since he's become such a giant, clumsy mess now.  "You're becoming my mom."

"Well, you are acting like a lost child right now, who else is gonna take care of you?"  I squeeze his hand reassuringly.

He hums in response before leaning onto me, "I guess I'm really lucky then."  Removing the ice pack, he pokes his cheek.  "Can you kiss it better?"

I blink, completely floored by his request.  I know the anesthesia has its effects on people, but it seems it makes Katsuki way more soft and needy than usual.

Not that I'm complaining.

I stand on my toes and peck his cold cheek.  "Is it better now?"

"Mmm, I'll probably need another dose in an hour," he encircles both of his arms around one of mine, "I'll let you know how the pain is."

Gosh, he's just gonna be adorable for the rest of the day, isn't he?   "Should I drop you home or do you want to rest at my place?"

Katsuki's arms crawl over to envelop my torso from behind.  "Your place, of course," he half giggles, his breath tickling my ear.

I chuckle at his behavior, directing us towards the nearest station.  I'm definitely gonna enjoy this.  A small part of me almost wants to record him, but I'd rather just enjoy these few moments I have of him acting this way.  I'm too nice to embarrass him like that.

Since it's the middle of the day during the week, the station and the train seats are mostly empty.  Katsuki gets comfortable, sprawling his legs across the cold bench and resting his head on my lap.  He keeps one of his hands messily entwined with mine and lets me use my free hand to play with his hair.  I gaze down at him, smiling to myself.  Katsuki being soft and lovable like this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.  Of course I know he loves me already, but to see him without the whole harsh persona is definitely something else.  The blooming warmth stirs me to press a soft kiss on his forehead.  My little Katsu.

He opens his eyes to stare up at me, asking out of the blue, "Do I look or sound weird?"

The childish innocence he asks the question with makes me chuckle.  "Not at all, babe."

His crimson orbs continue boring into mine for a moment, just holding my attention, before he reaches up and brings my head down to kiss his lips.  The motion takes me by surprise since he's not the type to take PDA this far in public.  The heat rushes to my cheeks, and I'm eternally grateful that this car is almost empty, and the few people here with us are busy fiddling with their phones.

"You missed, dummy," Katsuki beams before closing his eyes again.

My heart thumps.  He's so adorable sometimes.  His toothy smile was just the right amount of cute and loving, the rarest smile I've seen only once before.  I want to melt into a puddle and pinch his cheeks

You big dork.  I continue threading my fingers into his hair, the rattling of the train relaxing the tired boy.

.

Once we arrive at my apartment, Katsuki shrugs out of his jacket and shoes and situates himself under my kotatsu, not even bothering to turn it on; he just grabbed one of the long cushions, stuck it under his body, and knocked himself onto his side.  As I'm still removing my outer clothes, he reaches one arm out and makes grabbing motions.  "Babe, come lay with me," he practically whines out.

Is he pouting?  I want to laugh at his needy behavior, but I'll admit I want to cuddle with him too.  After the procedure he's been through and the pain he's going to experience in the next few days, he deserves all the hugs he wants.  Who am I to deny him?  I plug the wire in and turn the switch on before lifting the blanket up and squirming underneath.  Without wasting any time, Katsuki pulls my body flush into his chest, wiggling both of us farther underneath.

The needy boy lets out a satisfied sigh as the blanket starts heating up.  His head pulls back to look down at me, hooded scarlet eyes trying not to close as they brim with affection.  "You're my favorite."  His thumb at my cheek softly rubs at my skin.

I close my eyes and nuzzle his hand.  "Your favorite what?"

"Anything and everything."  He plants a kiss on top of my head.  "You're just my favorite thing."

Despite the fresh wave of warm tingles humming through me, I tease him, "So I'm a thing now?"

Instead of groaning like he would under normal circumstances, he crushes me closer to his body.  "Yeah, you're my teddy bear now, and you're not going anywhere for the rest of the day."

"But what if it gets really hot under here, Katsu?"

"Nope, you're still staying," he shakes his head like a stubborn kid, his voice already drooping into sleep before he yawns.  "You have to cuddle all my pain away."

As if I need a reason to cuddle you all day, silly.  My hand pats his back in a steady rhythm.  "Whatever you say, my baby Katsu."

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

COMING HOME

Jackson “Jax” Teller x Reader

Anon #1 asked: Jax teller x reader a smuuuuttttttt one pleaseeeee

Anon #2 asked: Oh yay! Bc I really wanted to request something, although if you're not comfortable writing it I totally understand. I wanted to request Jax Teller x reader where the reader is being mistreated (how ever ur comfortable writing that) by a boyfriend and she escapes to the club house where Jax is there late one night, and he ends up taking care of her and comforting her. She tells him she broke things off & he ends up telling her how he feels and it's really fluffy? Or some variation of this.

Warnings: NSFW, smut.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author comments: First time writing for Jax and I don't know what the fuck I did. The story of my life. This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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When you want to realize, you're stopping dead the wheels of the car in front of the Teller Morrow workshop. Your eyes are filled with tears, running down your cheeks and getting mixed with the blood on your face. It hurts a lot, even the smallest movement you make with your face. There's a gap under your left eye, product of a hit that Larry gave you with one of his golden rings. He also broke your lower lip by a similar punch. You know that tomorrow it's going to be worst. But you can't handle it anymore. Every night is the same shit. Alcohol, drugs and take out his anger with you. 

The main door of the clubhouse gets opened. You stand close to your car, with a hand supported on the hood. Your cry stops for a second, watching Jax giving some slow steps towards you somewhat confused. When he notices the blood, he runs faster than never almost colliding with your body. Cupping your cheeks into his hands, the man has a quick look of your face, clicking his tongue before taking off his jacket to place it on your shoulders. You haven't noticed that you're wearing nothing but a long shirt. No pants, no shoes. Nothing. Jax lifts you up between his arms, letting you get a little relaxed knowing that you're already safe.

“What happened?” He asks without looking at you, and his jaw tightening.

You just shrug your shoulders in silence, while he leaves you over his bed. You're not trying to protect your boyfriend, you don't want to see him again after all the pain he provoked you. But seems pretty obvious what happened and why you ran away from your house. Jax have always been so kind and gentle with you, that you thought he was the one who could protect you. You met him almost six years ago, just by a coincidence, and you started to be friends since the first moment you impressed him talking about his bike. And of course, he never liked Larry, knowing the piece of trash he is.

“I'm sor—sorry. I didn't know whe—where to go”.

“Home. You're at home, okay?” He replies, leaning towards the mattress with a knee nailed in to leave a kiss on your forehead. “I'll be back in a second, don' move”.

You simply nod, trying to clean your tears and staining the back of your hands with some blood. Not much after, he comes back from the bathroom carrying some cotton, alcohol and stitches to fix you up. It hurts. The hydrogen peroxide in contact with your skin itches too much. And you're ashamed because of Jax is seeing you falling into pieces, even when he warned you about that guy and what he could do.

“I will leave by morning. Just… please, let me stay tonight”. You beg desperate, pulling away from him your gaze as soon as he finishes of putting the stitches. 

“You can stay here all the time you need. There are enough empty dorms. And I will take care of you, so Samcro will too”. Lifting up your face by two fingers under your chin, he forces you to look at him. “I'm gonna give you some clothes, so you can take a shower, okay?”

Helping you to get up from his bed, Jax lets you go barely a few seconds. Enough time to find another shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You take it from his hands, almost caressing it ephemerally, before walk into the bathroom closing the door behind your steps. The warm water finally relax your body, falling all around you from your hair to your toes. You know that the nightmare has ended and that your, now, ex-boyfriend is not going to bother you anymore. Although you can't help but feel somewhat restless, wrapping your body with a towel and sitting on the toilet, having a deep, deep breath. 

When you're ready, wearing the clothes that Jax gave you and having a last look in the mirror of your bruised face, you walk out of the bathroom. The man hangs up a call before you can hear anything he's talking about.

“Better?”

“Yes… Thank you”.

“This has to end, (Y/N)”.

You nod licking your lips, standing up close to the bed.

“Tomorrow Chibs, Happy and I will go with you to pick up your things. You can stay here, if you feel safe”. He sentences, knowing that you don't have any option, even if it's the best one. “I can't… see you again like that”.

“I'm sorry, Jax…” You say again, sitting slowly by his side.

“I'm being serious”.

“I know”.

“I told you”. 

Seems like he's getting desperate, rubbing his face with both hands and pulling away the short hair back to his nape. You can't help but hug him, wrapping his shoulders with both arms as you sink your face on his neck. It feels good. His smell is enough to make you lost all the fears that were running through your body, knowing that everything is going to get better. 

“That asshole doesn't deserve you. You're much more than a one-night-stand. You have to know it”. He mutters holding you a little more tightly.

“Ja—”

Before you can say anything else, not even a word, he lifts up your chin colliding your lips with his. Your heart jumps, racing faster than you could think. And it takes you some seconds to react, but you kiss him back. Slowly. So slowly, enjoying the taste of beer and cigars, while his nervous hands holds your hips wanting you closer if it's possible. When his tongue finds yours looks like an explosion inside your mouth. You were desiring it since you met him, and seems like he was feeling the same way. 

“Stay with me”.

One of his hands cups your cheek, tangling the tiptoes in some bristles close to you ear. His nose touching yours, eyes closed, drinking each other's breaths. 

“I want you to stay with me, lemme' make it up to you”. 

The mutter colliding in your lips makes you nod in silence. Running down his callous hands by your sides, Jax lifts up the Reaper Crew shirt to throw it somewhere, enjoying the views of your bristling nipples calling him. He leans forward to them catching one between his lips and the other with two fingers. One being bitten, the other being pinched. And a soft moan growing in your mouth. He knows exactly what to do, wetting it with his saliva and touring your skin with the tip of his tongue. His free hand travels down right to the waistband of your sweatpants, going under it to lightly touch your beaten clit needed for any kind of caresses. For Jax feels so good find you so wet, only for him. Something that he has been wanting so fucking bad since a long time ago. He curves his finger inside your pussy, slowly, trying to learn every single inch of it and its tightness. 

Your hips moving unconsciously looking for more friction when you feel how he is getting harder every second you're on top of him, gasping and begging for more whispering. After taking off his shirt, the man bites your lower lip, pulling away his finger from you just to make you lay down above the mattress. He finally undresses you, being exposed to his blue eyes getting darker and watching how he licks his lips.

“Touch you as I would do it”.

You don't say nothing, opening your legs for the SOA' president and placing them to both sides of his body kneeled on the bed. He's going to remember it his whole life, looking how he follows every move your right hand does. It goes down by your stomach before continuing for the pelvis. You can feel the heat that emanates from your thighs, when you dig a finger in your pussy. Yes, it's wetted like never before. And you start to jerk yourself off, maintaining his lustful gaze, somewhat faster than he did before. The first moan appears when you see him rubbing the lump on his crotch, so needed to feel it inside you.

“Fuck, Jackson…”

“You like it?”

“Yes… Yes…” You try to nod, going a little bit deeper, almost arching your back. “Can you… Can you… Hm… I want a second finger, please…”

“You got it, baby”. He answers hardening his tone.

And you step in another one, containing yourself of gasping too loud, not knowing if someone else is in the clubhouse. You pound your hot pussy imagining that is his cock, spreading more your legs to let Jax sees how much you want him. Your palm almost hitting your entrance, intensifying the uncontrollably sounds your vocals chords utter. You want a third one and a fourth one thrusting you, to compensate that it's not his hand, nor his dick, burning in pleasure and desire.

Jax frees himself of the jeans, showing you that huge erection with some veins marked in, making your mouth watering by imagine how it could feel pressing it to your throat and filling you completely till drown you. His long fingers moving his own sensitive skin from top to bottom, as fast as you're fingering your pussy. 

“Put a third one, baby”. He asks you licking his lower lip, not being able to raise the look of your hand.

You obey as the good girl you are, screaming out his name when you push it harder into you. You can't help but intensify the erratic move, provoking him to do the same. You're about to come, squeezing your legs over the sheets, when the older grabs your forearm to pull it away making you growl somewhat upset. 

“Lemme' taste you”.

You can't talk. You just nod in silence, watching how he lies down between your legs, putting his arms under them but nailing his hands on your abdomen. His tongue goes slow from your back entrance to the other, tasting and drinking your fluids until he reach your swollen clit. His beard gives you some tickles every time it touches your thighs. Jax gently bite that sensitive part of your body, tangling your wetted fingers in the blonde bristles.

“Cum in my mouth, (Y/N)”

Even if it's a petition, it finally sounds like a command, thrusting two fingers decorated by two gold rings under his tongue. Into you. 

“Fuck, Jax!” You cry out, pushing his face closer among your legs.

His tongue feels delicious, moving so fast around your entrance that you can't handle it for much more, while his fingers completes the next level of pleasure you have never felt before. Arching your back at the exact moment your anatomy shakes because of his mouth, he presses his nose against your skin touring your pussy to taste your cum. He can assure that he has never tried something better.

And the man doesn't let you any time to recover yourself, when he's already helping you to sit up.

“All in fours, my love”. He whispers close to your lips, before leaving a smooth kiss on them.

You do, turning your body to support your weight on your palms and knees. Chest resting above the pillow, spreaded legs and waist raised up. Positioning his body not fully naked among your thighs, Jax guides his dick all over your ass and pussy to tease you a little. You can hear the sound of a spittle, feeling it colliding to your entrances, and the saliva running down to the bed, knowing he's gonna fuck you without having to ask for it.

So he does. Nailing his hands on your hips almost hurting you, he digs his cock among your folds, making you scream with broken voice. Far away stayed the slow moves to make you feel loved, pounding you so hard that the headboard collides with the wall. Your moans getting tangled with his guttural growls wandering around the dorm. His lower abdomen hitting your ass once and again, resting your forehead on the pillow, as he goes deep into it. You want more. You couldn't be tired of his thrusts, being satisfied for the first time in years. 

Jax is so big. More than he wants to hide under his typical jeans. And it feel so good when you find yourself close to the edge again. The orgasm finds you some hard pounds after, crying loud his full name and making him smirk proud of it. 

“I want to cum in that delicious mouth yours, baby… Can I, uh?”

It's pretty fun how he has been giving you orders the whole time, to now ask you for something. How could you even say ‘no’? You raise a hand back to his chest, making him know that you want it too. Quickly, Jax pulls out his throbbing erection, jacking himself off while you lie on your back and he practically sits on your breasts. Taking your nape with his free hand, he lifts up your head until his red glans is above your open lips ready to receive his cum. You step out your tongue at the moment he finally fills your mouth with his hot seed, right to your throat. Jax has to slightly lean his neck back, cursing himself for not being able to see your face. But he does when you swallow his juices, before sucking his cock. Stealing him a loud moan, you press your wall with his glans, tasting the most sweet than bitter fluids on it, licking his skin with your tongue and wetting it with your saliva.

“Good girl, take it all”.

Leaving it there until an arcade appears, you feel one of his hands touching your pussy again, soaking it with your jizz before lying by your side. Then, he brings his fingers to your mouth, enjoying the way you have to lick them so calm and slow that you could make him fall into the ecstasy again. His lips finds yours, with that mix of alcohol and your delicious cums on your tongues.

Jax takes the advantage of get full undressed, before getting comfy close to you, with tired and short kisses traveling all around your face.

“Will you lemme take care of you?”

You nod in silence, trying to catch back your breathe and placing a shaky leg surrounding his waist. He caresses it with his right hand, putting the left arm under your neck to hold you closer.

“I love you, (Y/N)”. He mutters into your lips, drawing a goofy smile on the corner of your lips.

“I love you, Jax”.

[deeahzee]

Chance of a Lifetime

Pairing: Lee/Carley

Summary: Weeks after a traumatic foster home experience, Clementine is called and is told a couple is interested in fostering her. Could this be her chance for a home?

A/N: NEW AU NEW AU, i’ve had this one planned for ages and i’ve finally completed the first part!!!! i hope you enjoy :,D btw this is a foster au, just in case ur curious. on my ao3 i have a better au description on the series so if you wanna check that out you can :<

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They were fighting again. Downstairs.

Clementine could hear them through the floors. It sounded heated, as they usually were. Clem could’ve sworn something made out of glass was chucked across the room. She could hear it, shattering in an instant and swearing filling in afterward. She just wanted to sleep. That was her only wish.

Living with the Petersons was rough. One of the roughest foster homes Clementine has ever been in. They were found commonly strict and rude during the day, and brutal and violent during the night. Forced to work around the house Clementine got little to no time to herself, and by nighttime she could barely sleep due to the shouts and sometimes even screams blasting for the floor below her provided bedroom. She snuggles up tight into her blanket. The fighting was just growing worse.

Cursing. That’s all she could hear. Shit and fuck and dumb ass bitch. Common language spoken around the house. Never directly to Clementine, thank god, but to the adults it was daily. Dishes weren’t cleaned properly? You were called a whore. Laundry folded wrong? Useless piece of shit you were named. Every single day Clementine was shocked as to how these people were willing to try and adopt a child. A child that would most likely be living in a living hell, exactly like Clementine was doing.

A scream of agony erupted from below. That was a sound Clementine never heard before, and it had escaped from the man of the household’s lips, who usually treated everyone like they were pure nothing. Bits of silence passed before frantic apologies were spoken, and then a shout. A bang. Then nothing. The brunette had never been so scared. Her knuckles had turned white due to how tightly she grasped her blanket. Quietly she rose from her twin bed, blanket still in her grip, and tiptoed to the door of her bedroom. Her hand was shaking madly when she reached out to the doorknob and turned it to open the door.

The lightbulb from downstairs was flickering slightly, as if Clementine had just entered a horror movie. Blanket draped along her shoulders she ventured forward and descended the stairs, using baby steps the whole way down since she was so frightened, plus she didn’t want to draw unwanted attention to herself.

Finally she reached the main floor to the two story home and saw the light was still flickering. It looked to be coming from the kitchen, and silence still hung fresh in the air. It was almost unbearable. Taking tiny steps Clementine walked closer and closer, and eventually found herself standing at the door frame that separated the hall and the kitchen. Instantly her eyes widened in horror at the sight her innocent vision was forced to consume.

There on the tiled floor laid Mr. And Mrs. Peterson, both having gashes upon their foreheads and blood trickling down their faces. Some of it even got into their hung open mouths. Clementine screams. Louder than she's ever screamed. She feels her voice crack. She couldn’t bear to state at the sight, yet she found her eyes unable to peel away. Were they dead…? She couldn’t tell. She was frozen on the spot.

It had been at least four hours later when an ambulance and foster care arrived at the house. Immediately the two Petersons were driven to a hospital and Clementine was heading back to square one. Foster care. No matter what happened she always returned back. Always ended up in the same bedroom she was supposed to share with others, but always found her having it to herself.

All the other kids turned up being fostered for a long time, some even getting adopted. So why wasn’t she? What was holding Clem back from finally receiving a home? She holds back from breaking down into ugly sobs in the car. Her hope was running low. It was draining day after day. Her dreams slowly crushing into bits and pieces. She’ll never have a home, and that’s what made Clementine broken.

Sixteen years. Sixteen dreading years Clementine has jumped from foster home to foster home. And not a single one considered adopting the brunette. She was only a baby when her parents died, the foster care adults saying it was from some horrifying car accident. She didn’t want to believe it at first, but slowly as the years went on and on she accepted it. The fate her parents had to face and she didn’t.

One hundred fifty five. That was how many foster homes Clementine had been to. One hundred fifty five times she had been rejected for adoption. One hundred fifty five times she was forced to live under such harsh and bizarre conditions. Each house she entered those conditions grew worse and worse the more homes she stepped into. One child, that was it. A small girl with nothing but a small sack of hope at her side. Was it really that hard to take care of her?

Physical and mental scars littered Clementine’s body and mind. Every home she’s been in holds a traumatic experience that glues itself to her and her mind. Abuse was something she experienced a lot, physical and verbal. So many words she’s been called, so many ways of pain she’s been through. Clem can’t even remember the last time someone said “I love you” to her.

Clementine spent a lot of her time hidden in her assigned bedroom at the foster care after the Petersons incident. She didn’t have the courage to go join the other kids as they happily played out in the courtyard of the building, their laughs echoing from outside and bouncing back and forth off the walls of the room. How could homeless kids like themselves be so happy?

Her fingertips swerved along a dragged scar that sat on her left arm while she sat curled up upon her bed. How she got it she remembers too well. So many scars and nightmare-like memories, yet so little happy moments. Was Clementine really that unlucky? Was she really a black cat stuck in this cruel, unkind world?

“Clementine dear?” She hears a woman speak her name. Ms. Summers she recalls her name being. She didn’t even spot her at the doorway, let alone hear the door open. “Can you grab your bag? A couple is here and is interested in fostering you.”

The brunette’s head perked up slightly to the news. A couple wanted to foster her? She hadn’t heard those words be spoken to her in weeks. “They want to… foster me?” She asked, her voice faint.

The blonde woman nods, pushing up her blue framed glasses. “Yep, would you like to meet them? They already signed the papers and everything and are waiting outside to take you to their home.”

Clementine gave the woman a simple nod, racing off her bed to obtain her bag. She didn’t have much to pack, really only packing a blue jacket a past family bought for her and a pillow the foster care was kind enough to provide to her. Zipping the purple backpack shut she slips the straps onto her shoulders and grasped them tightly as Ms. Summers led them down the halls of the building.

Specks of color from drawings made by children in and out of the foster care popping out from the walls on their sides. Staff members every now and then passed by the two, only making small talk. Every window they passed children were seen outside doing some sort of friendly activity, like playing tag or drawing on the sidewalks with pastel colored chalk. Clementine was quiet the entire walk. She was still letting the fact someone wanted to care for her sink in.

Soon the pair found themselves in the front parking lot of the building. It was rather empty for this time of day. Staff cars were mainly littered all across the lot. One car stuck out the most however, a shimmering silver one with pitch black tires that stood out along with the car color. It glistened in the beaming sunlight and sparkled the whole parking lot. A couple, a man and a woman, stood close to the vehicle, too deep in a conversation to notice the two exit the foster building.

First Clementine took her attention to the man. He was tall, a beard worn on his face while a simple blue flannel hugged his chest and had a darker blue jacket topped over it. There was a certain glint in his eyes that struck out to the brunette the most, one Clementine rarely saw when a man fostered her. Kindness. Love.

Clem’s attention then turned to the woman. She was much shorter than the man, her outfit more put together and elegant. A knee length magenta skirt wrapped around her legs with a plain white blouse complimented along with it along with a fuzzy looking brown coat. Her short hair was half clipped up, and she along with the man wore that same shine in her eyes. That same look Clementine rarely saw. Could this be it? Her chance for a home?

Ms. Summers cleared her throat, which caused the couple to pause in their conversation and turn their heads to see the pair. Instantly smiles grew on the couple’s faces.

“Hello Mr. Everett, Mrs. Everett,” The blonde began before she settled a hand onto the teen’s shoulder. “This is Clementine. Clementine, this is Mr. and Mrs. Everett.”

“A real pleasure,” The woman, Clem learning to be Mrs. Everett, spoke. “But please, you can call me Carley, and that’s Lee.”

“My apologies. Well, she’s all yours,” Ms. Summers beckoned Clem forward towards the couple before turning to look at her. “You positive you got everything sweetie?” Clementine gives her a short nod. “Very good. I hope you have a fantastic time dear. And who knows, maybe this one will be it,” The blonde pats the girl’s shoulder sweetly before giving out her goodbyes and trailing back into the foster building.

“Well, looks like it’s just us three against the world,” The man, Lee, finally spoke. “Well kiddo? Wanna head home?”

Mentioning that word sent an unfamiliar feeling throughout Clementine’s body. Home. That word was so important to her. Something she was desperate to have for years. “Home?”

“Yeah, you know, the place you’ll be staying at with us. The place you may live at the rest of your-”

“Lee,” Carley’s voice cuts the man off. “Let’s not jump too far ahead.”

Lee visibly rolls his eyes. “You never know Carls, you never know.”

“I think she clearly gets the idea, right Clementine?” The adults turned to the teen, who was briefly staring at them as they exchanged conversation. Seeing their attention was now on her made her panic slightly, simply shrugging as her answer. The couple shared frowns to the silent response from the brunette.

“I can tell from you both you don’t wanna stand around here anymore, so why don’t we head home?” Lee broke the sitting silence around the three of them. “We’re excited to show you where you’ll be staying.” The last part Clem figured was specifically for her.

Clementine nods to the idea, letting the couple lead her over to the car. Lee opened the door for her and she slipped inside easily, patiently waiting for the other two to get in before deciding to speak up and ask some questions burning in her mind.

“How far away is the house?”

“Not super far,” Carley answers her question. “Is that alright? Or do you wanna go the long way?”

“It’s okay,” Clem speaks softly. “I don’t like long drives anyway.”

“Good to know.” Lee speaks as he drives out of the parking lot and onto the road. Clementine watches buildings and nature fly past out the window. Silence came back upon the trio. It was unsettling at times, them all wishing there was something to break away the awkwardness.

Clementine took the opportunity to look around the inside of the vehicle. It was fairly tidy, especially for a car that was the model for a family. She half expected to see a snack bag of some kind tucked deep within the seats of the car. But alas, she found nothing. All that caught the brunette’s eye was a simple pink water bottle left in one of the car door cup holders on Clem’s side of the vehicle. It didn’t look like Carley’s, and it definitely didn’t look like Lee’s. Unless it was the man’s, Clementine wouldn’t judge. Her main guess was they had a daughter waiting for them back at the house.

“You alright Clem?”

A nickname being formed for her, and being used, caused Clementine to stiffen suddenly, tearing her gaze from the bottle of water to see Carley was looking back at her. Eyeing her sudden change of state caused the woman to frown. “Sorry, should I not use that nickname?”

Clem was fast to shake her head. “No… it’s okay. I just… no one’s ever called me that before.”

“Clem? Really?” Lee joined into the conversation, not removing his eyes from the road. “Figured that nickname would be common for you.”

“Nope, past homes have just called me Clementine.”

“Well we’d like to change that. If that’s alright with you?”

The brunette nods, which seemed to make the adults in front of her happy. Something about her name having a nickname… she liked it. She felt like she was a kid that belonged. A kid that might possibly have a chance at receiving a home.

“Lee, I love you very dearly,” Carley suddenly spoke, her voice tickling with a hint of anger. Such a tone caused panic to fill in Clementine’s body. “But did you put deodorant on this morning?”

Lee audibly gasps from the driver’s seat before he lets out a small chuckle. “Of course I did! What, you saying I stink?”

“You smell like a fucking rotten egg sandwich made on a gloomy Monday morning!”

“Carley!”

Bickering. They were bickering, at least that’s what Clementine thought it was. She can visibly see they were joking, something she rarely saw couples who fostered her do. Such sight made the brunette let out small giggles.

“Clem, please tell me I don’t smell like a rotten egg sandwich.” Lee begged at the teen, which made her grin softly.

“I can’t smell you from back here, so I can’t say anything.”

“Ha! Girls win!” Carley cried out with a grin on her face as well. Her grin widened when she spotted Lee sticking his tongue out at the woman. Clementine couldn’t help but keep her grin present on her face. The fuzzy feeling continued to swim through her skin. She felt like she belonged, she had a family.

The rest of the car ride went by like a sunny summer day breeze, and soon Clementine found themselves entering a neighborhood, a neighborhood in which was gated shut by a large dark grey gate and had to have an ID out and ready in order to get in. Once past the gates the teen instantly began looking out the window and trying to guess in her mind where she would be staying.

House after house they passed, and the more houses they passed the larger they grew. Clementine’s eyes were at the edge of popping out of her sockets when Lee pulled up into the driveway of quite the house. The home looked as if it was transported from one of those Victorian styled murder mystery tales she read years and years ago. The cream colored bricks stood out along with the grey roof tiles, and Clementine half expected a butler of some sort to walk out and greet the three, but no one came out.

“Woah.” Was all that slipped out of the brunette’s lips. Carley and Lee smiled at the teen’s reaction.

“You like it?”

“It’s so… big.”

“Yeah, that’s our house,” Lee stopped the engine and swiftly took the car key out of the ignition. “You ready to go inside?”

Clementine looked back and forth between the two adults before giving them a brief nod. Easily the three got out of the car, and Clem got a better look at the home. Rose bushes stood tall near the front door of the house, and a decently sized fountain ran smoothly upon the driveway. She felt so small compared to it.

“You have a fountain…?”

“Sure do, had it installed a few months after me and Lee bought the place,” Carley unzips her coat. They weren’t even inside yet and she was already getting settled back in. “Ready to head inside?”

The brunette spares a look at the couple before she averted her gaze over to the house before them. It was so large… so overwhelming. Clem was sure she’d get lost in it. But it was her home for who knows how long, and she was grateful for that. Taking in a deep breath she nods, grasping her backpack tightly while Lee and Carley led the way to the front door. Clementine was about to enter a world she had never entered before, and she wasn’t quite sure if she was ready for it.

[jenniferxprentiss]

I Knew You’d Linger Like A Tattoo Kiss -> 3/6

you’re my golden hour (the color of my sky)

read it as a stand-alone oneshot here

The third time JJ kisses Alex in front of the team, they’re enjoying a rare day off at the carnival. JJ can’t keep her eyes off of Alex all day, and as the sun begins to set behind the clouds, casting them in a pink glow, JJ can’t resist insisting they go on the Ferris wheel just once. They’re quiet as they ride, JJ’s head leaned on Alex’s shoulder until they reach the top of the ride, both looking at the flashing lights below them as the sun disappears, giving way to a vibrant pink. In that moment, regardless of who was watching, JJ couldn’t help herself, leaned up and pressed her lips against Alex’s as the ride began to slowly descend.

or the alternative summary.....

Emily was arguing with Reid and Garcia about who got to go on first, Alex and JJ both laughing out loud at the way she was waving her arms around and trying to prove her point. In her defense, she had been dead and exiled to Paris after the trauma of Doyle — and in Spencer’s, she had left him behind and didn’t even say goodbye. “Hey, I thought we agreed to not bring that up again.” JJ’s tone was firm, eyes narrowing at Emily in particular who mumbled out an embarrassed apology. “How about you rock paper scissors for it?” “I like the way you think.” JJ stretched up on her toes, placed a soft kiss to Alex’s cheek before turning her attention back to Spencer and Emily, who were engaged in another bickering war.

hi hello lovelies!

the decision to post this as both a standalone AND the next chap of the 5+1 was a little tough, so I’m hoping you aren’t TOO mad at me for it! i just thought that 1) it would get more exposure tagged as hotchniss, light implied morcied and 2) this is entirely too long (3.2k words!) to be JUST a chapter. and it’s also lightly focused on the rest of the BAU too!! if u don’t like Alex x JJ, I don’t suggest u read, though! but whatever floats ur boat. love u!!

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It was rare that the team was allowed any time off aside from weekends when they were in town, let alone a weekday to do something as simple as going to a carnival. Strauss had pulled some strings for Emily’s return to the BAU, classified it as team bonding when she informed them of their time off and told them not to stay up too late, they had work to do the next day.

They hadn’t considered a carnival until Emily and Alex had admitted to the team that they had never been to one — sitting around the conference table with the rest of the team staring at them in various states of confusion because really, who had never been to a carnival? Garcia immediately decided that there would be no other acceptable team bonding activity, and luckily for them they were right on time for the last day of the carnival.

JJ had always loved fall carnivals, loved the way the crisp autumn air blew the fallen orange leaves around her feet as she walked, the way it felt and sounded like magic as every footfall brought the crunching of leaves underfoot. She felt a goofy grin pull at the corners of her lips, her hand firmly in Alex’s as they walked leisurely along the pavement, watching Henry as he walked ahead of them.

There was a giddy happiness that coursed through her at getting to take Alex to her first carnival, JJ still smiling at the memory of watching her eyes light up as they drove into the parking lot. They were older, with children and previous marriages — a slow-moving divorce, in Alex’s case — and they didn’t have much room for firsts, and JJ knew this would be a memory they both held dear to them for years to come.

“He looks like he’s having fun.”

JJ could hear the subtle smile in Alex’s voice, breaking her from her thoughts. She squeezed her hand before looking up and watching Henry race Emily off to a ring toss game. He had missed his Aunt Em so much, the sight of him running off with her to go play brought the familiar lump of tears to the back of her throat.

“I knew he would. He missed her so much… I’m glad he can have today before we go back to normal life.” She laughed when Emily ruffled Jack and Henry’s hair, looked over at Alex pointedly. “And you? Are you having fun?”

“As long as I’m with you.”

Her answer was sincere, her tone even and measured but she knew that JJ would understand the true vulnerability behind it. She so rarely let her guard down around other people, especially after her separation from James, but somehow JJ was always able to pull her from the hidden recesses of her mind and get her laughing.

They continued walking in silence, JJ motioning to Hotch that she was veering off towards a stand, nodding when he signaled that he had eyes on Henry. She tugged Alex towards the cotton candy stand, felt her heart flutter when she noticed the soft grin on her girlfriend’s face out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m gonna go grab a bench for us.” Alex’s voice was soft, chilled fingertips grazing the palm of JJ’s hand. “Make sure you get the pink.”

Their relationship had never been built on grand gestures, rather small acts of kindness and words of affirmation uttered behind closed doors — the gentle whisper of words uttered against lips, the way Alex glanced at JJ in front of the team with eyes so full of love that they held a message. She didn’t need Alex to say anything at all — knew her better than the back of her own hand.

She shuffled up in line, eyes still trained on Alex as she sat on a bench, one leg folded over the other and hands in her lap. The sight melted JJ’s heart, the way Alex’s cream colored sweater contrasted her dark hair that hung over her shoulder in a loose ponytail, tied with a ribbon. She was so preoccupied watching Alex that she didn’t notice the man behind the counter clear his throat, calling her up to the stall.

“Oh, I’m sorry… let me get two of the pink and blue over there.”

He grunted, took her money before disappearing for a moment, rummaging in a corner JJ couldn’t quite see. She blew a kiss in Alex’s direction, felt her stomach flip with giddy butterflies when Alex mimed catching it, a goofy grin on her face. She turned back at just the right moment, the man thrusting her change and bags of cotton candy into her hand before mumbling a gruff thanks, already yelling for the next customer to come forward.

JJ remembered that Alex told her she loved cotton candy as a child, the way it melted on the tip of her tongue, felt her lips twitching up into a smile at the thought. She remembered the night they stayed up together long before their relationship had shifted to one laced with romantic intonation, both of them curled under a stiff hotel blanket and whispering silly secrets into the dark — both unable to sleep after they found yet another victim, this one hitting a little too close to home. She drank in every little detail of Alex in those nights, the soft side of her she never let show until the lights were turned out.

“What’s up?” Alex’s voice was soft, fingers grazing her forearm gently in a way that broke JJ from her thoughts.

“Nothing… just thinking.”

“Oh, that’s dangerous.” There was a playful lilt to Alex’s voice, lips curling up into a small smile as JJ sat beside her on the bench.

They were content to sit away from the action for a moment, just to watch the people go by. JJ watched Emily and Hotch, smiled to herself when she saw just how happy they were chasing after Jack and Henry. Emily was laughing — unrestrained, the kind of booming laughter JJ missed so much while she had been gone — her head tilted back and eyes sparkling as she reached for Hotch’s hand. He took it, pulled Emily into him and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before they pulled apart to help the boys with the water gun game they were playing, Emily’s hands on Henry’s smaller ones as she guided him.

With a soft smile on her lips, JJ brought a bite of cotton candy up to Alex’s mouth. Her lips wrapped around JJ’s fingers, corners of her lips twitching up into a smile as her tongue darted out to lave across the skin, collecting any small bits of sugar that were left. They soaked up the bit of silence amidst the chaos, before the kids or the team would come running and pull them away to another ride.

“Tastes good.”

“Yeah? I know how much you like pink.”

She couldn’t help but gaze into Alex’s eyes, the way they crinkled up in the corners as a wide smile spread across her face. Her eyes flicked up to meet JJ’s, sparkling with a hint of bashfulness behind her doe eyed gaze.

“Not just the candy.”

“Hm?”

“You.”

JJ felt her heart speed up at the tone of Alex’s voice, the way it was subtly playful — fingers catching her wrist gently and guiding JJ’s hand to bring another bite of cotton candy to her mouth. It was in these rare moments of calm with her — just sitting with each other and watching the world move around them — that JJ saw a more permanent future with Alex by her side.

In that moment, JJ saw lazy Sunday mornings around the breakfast table with Henry as a teenager, stuffing food into his mouth before running out the door to catch up with whatever friend he was going to hang out with for the day. She could see movie nights curled up on the couch as an older Henry rolled his eyes at the way his mother was laid across Alex’s lap. There were visions of Christmases spent together — building gingerbread houses with Alex, a dollop of dried icing on her cheek as they sang along to Christmas carols — and long walks down the street admiring the autumn leaves.

The sun had begun to disappear behind the clouds, setting rapidly into a pinkish orange glow and giving way to a chilled breeze. She turned, eyes catching Alex’s face in just the right light and felt her heart clench for just a second. She looked at peace — face relaxed and free of the worry lines that were almost permanently etched into her face — eyes trained on JJ’s side profile with a small hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“Hey.” They both startled when Emily approached, her voice soft and eyes kind. “Henry and Jack fell asleep, Rossi has them. A bunch of us were going to hop on the ferris wheel to watch the sunset… you in?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking.” JJ looked over at Alex, the way her eyes twinkled a little extra when Emily mentioned watching the sun set on the ferris wheel. “Yeah, we’ll be right there.”

“Hotch is saving us a place in line. Let’s ditch this shit with Rossi before they’re too far up in line.”

They half jogged over to the ferris wheel, Alex’s hand firmly in JJ’s, delightfully short of breath as a giddy wave of butterflies settled their way into her stomach. She had never been with someone who made her so lovestruck, made her feel like the little emoticon with heart eyes that JJ used so often — she wanted to drink in every second of the feeling, to never forget the fluttery happiness she felt in that moment.

“Nervous?”

“Sort of. I’ve never been on one before.”

“I’ll hold your hand the entire time.”

Alex smiled, a genuine grin directed at JJ, before turning back to look at the ferris wheel again, taller than she imagined one would be in person. The lights were on now, flashing and changing so rapidly that it made her eyes burn but she couldn’t look away. It was intoxicating — not just the wheel and lights, but the carnival itself. The ambient chatter in the background, hundreds of hushed conversations mingling with music and announcers yelling over the crowds brought a soft smile to her face, head quirking to the side as she tried to pick out any definitive sounds in the crowd.

She was pulled forward by JJ, the line moving again as another couple stepped into their seats and the worker started the ride up again. In front of them, Emily was arguing with Reid and Garcia about who got to go on first, Alex and JJ both laughing out loud at the way she was waving her arms around and trying to prove her point. In her defense, she had been dead and exiled to Paris after the trauma of Doyle — and in Spencer’s, she had left him behind and didn’t even say goodbye.

“Hey, I thought we agreed to not bring that up again.” JJ’s tone was firm, eyes narrowing at Emily in particular who mumbled out an embarrassed apology.

“How about you rock paper scissors for it?”

“I like the way you think.”

JJ stretched up on her toes, placed a soft kiss to Alex’s cheek before turning her attention back to Spencer and Emily, who were engaged in another bickering war. She shook her head, squeezing Alex’s hand gently in a sign of love — something they had adopted when they were still trying to keep their relationship a secret in front of the team, a simple gesture to say they loved each other.

By the time the ride operator opened the gate, Emily had declared herself the winner, but stepped aside and ushered Spencer forward with a sheepish smile on her face. The sight made JJ laugh, the way she walked back over to Hotch and let him wrap his arms around her from behind — having had no intention of actually making Spencer wait to get on the ride, not after she watched him buzz with excitement the entire time they had been in line.

He pulled Derek and Penelope through the gate with him, an uncharacteristically giddy smile tugging his lips upward and making the corners of his eyes crease with the sheer force of his unrestrained joy. JJ felt her lips quirk up into a smile of her own at the way both Derek and Penelope protested riding all together, but eventually let Spencer drag them onto the bench, all squeezing together as the ride operator clicked the bar down and started the ride again.

“He really has them wrapped around his finger, doesn’t he?”

JJ let out a small chuckle at Alex’s words, nodded as she watched the trio move up on the ride, all of them laughing and joking together.

“You say that like you wouldn’t move heaven and earth for that man.”

“He reminds me of my son… almost as much as Henry does.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. He had nine good years… and what is it they say about found family?”

They were interrupted once again by the metallic clang of the gate opening, Hotch and Emily sauntering hand in hand over to the ride car. They sat, Hotch’s arm around Emily’s shoulder and her head tucked into the crook of his neck as the ride started up again, and JJ felt herself swell with happiness at the way Hotch’s coat was around Emily, essentially dwarfing her in the material.

“They make a good couple.”

“Oh, yeah. I knew it would happen… especially once she went to Paris and there were no technicalities of the job keeping them from their feelings. He thinks I don’t know he was flying out to see her once a month.”

“He didn’t think Emily would tell you?”

“I think he was too in love with her to care what I thought.”

Alex made a soft sound of understanding, knowing the feeling all too well. When they had gotten together, in the early days of their relationship outside of falling into bed together for ‘stress relief’ on hard cases, she didn’t care if she lost her job — if she had to quit to just be with JJ on the off chance that it would work out — she felt such a strong pull to the other woman. Thankfully, the HR department was more than okay with their relationship — especially so after Emily came back engaged to Hotch — but it had always stuck at the back of her mind, exactly how much JJ meant to her.

“I love you too much to care.”

The words were laced with an intonation that made JJ’s head quirk to the side in question, wondered exactly what Alex meant and knew it wasn’t the place to ask — not with the way her voice was so soft, eyes soft and filled with such a fierce love that it made her head spin. To be loved so much was almost intoxicating, and she gave Alex’s hand another squeeze as the gate opened for them.

They sat perched on the edge of the bench seat, JJ’s head resting comfortably on Alex’s chest as the ride began to move, cranking them up into the night sky. The sky was a brilliant pink now, both of them transfixed by the sight, still entwined in more than a simple clasp of hands, but fingers laced together in a sign of love.

She loves me. She completely, wholly loves me.

JJ caught herself looking upwards for a second, a warm happiness filling her chest as she watched Emily lean into Hotch’s kiss, her hand on his stubbly cheek. It felt like she was watching a private moment, the way she leaned into him with so much love and adoration that it was almost too much to handle.

“Alex?”

“Hm?”

“I love you completely, wholly.”

“And I, you, my darling.” She paused for a moment, looked out at the carnival below them and back to JJ, a twinkle in her eyes. “Thank you… for bringing me here.”

They were paused at the top of the ride now, passengers disembarking their ride car below and giving them just enough time to look out at the view — the pink sky that cast them in the perfect glow, and accompanied with the lights and sounds of the carnival, it almost felt like they were in a movie.

“I’m honored.”

There was a gravely sincerity to JJ’s voice, and Alex knew she didn’t just mean it in regards to the carnival. It was an honor to love her — to share her dinner table with her, to share a bed with her while away on cases or the rare night that they could stay over at the other’s home.

“Jennifer…”

Their breath hitched, JJ leaning forward and letting her free hand cup the back of Alex’s neck, pulling them together and pressing their lips against each other. It was as though time was standing still for them, the shrill laughter of children and the music from the carnival below them fading into nothing but background noise — nothing mattered but the press of their lips, the way one simple action held so much love and tenderness.

When they finally broke apart, both gasping for air, the ride jolted to a start again, their car descending. They could hear the shrill laughter of Spencer and Penelope, no doubt at something Morgan had told them — looked down and noticed Emily and Hotch cuddled against each other, her shoulders shaking in a silent cry as he held her, rubbed his hand in circles on her upper back.

“I wish we could stay here forever.”

“Hm?” JJ looked up again, felt herself melt when she gazed into Alex’s eyes. “Oh, me too. Aside from the chill… I’m starting to regret my wardrobe choice.”

With a soft laugh, one lacking the ‘I told you so’ she so desperately wanted to say, Alex wrapped her arm around JJ’s back, pulling her girlfriend into her and pressing a soft kiss to her hair. She let herself simply be in the moment, let herself be aware of every point of contact between her and JJ — from the way her hand connected with her shoulder right down to their knees bumping against each other — as she watched the carnival lights come closer and closer as they descended, knew that when they stepped off the ride they would be back to the chaos they both secretly loved so much.

“Jayje?”

“Mhmm?”

“I think I’m ready to ask him for a divorce.”

It was a ghost of a whisper uttered into the chilled evening air as their car came to a stop at the loading station — a statement so full of hope and love that it made JJ’s stomach flip. She didn’t dare mention it in front of the rest of the team who was already waiting for them at the exit gate — simply turned to Alex and pressed her lips against hers once more before exiting through the gate and joining the team again, a soft, proud little smile on her lips that she knew she wouldn’t be able to shake for the rest of the night.

[har-rison-s]

Spiders In Your Hair

Request: Hi! Can I have a Stan Uris x female reader who loooveesss playing with his hair because she too has curly hair like his (I'm self indulgent) and knows how good it feels when someone plays with it? (My hairs like to my mid neck and is curly like Wyatt's AND is the same color lmao) thanks dear, have a good day/night.

A/N: Cute!! The first Stan request and I'm executing it the third. But that's okay, can't help how my creativity floats. Floats, heheheehhe. Don't let me joke. I have the same hair as Wyatt, too, only I have golden brown-blonde curls, not brown. But his are so pretty.... Omfg. I'm melting. I hope this is what you were looking for! Happy reading!

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The Clubhouse was a place full of love and warmth, a place no one except the losers know and could uncover. They've done a good job at hiding it from anyone, thanks to Ben's incredibly high knowledge in architecture and nature's own cunning ways of concealing the lower levels.

But, as much as the sun shone through some holes in the ground accidentally made, it isn't enough sunbathing for Y/N. Plus, her hair heats up her head what with the curls being concealed by Stanley's bought shower-cap. Her shower-cap has hearts, he made sure of that when he was shopping for them.

She hates spiders, so she doesn't mind the shower-cap when she's in the Clubhouse. But it tends to irritate her skin, and she's glad when it's off, outside of the Clubhouse.

This being one of those days. Her hair is disobedient today of all days, when she had to meet Stan and the others and not stay at home with her family. She did wash it, but maybe her mother's shampoo isn't working for her hair. It's extremely dry and going in all directions. She can't control it.

“I'm going, um, upstairs,” she tells everyone with a smile and the crowd nods. Stan follow his girl suit, much rather glad to enjoy her company than to be hearing Richie and Eddie's eternal bickering. It's killing his nerves.

“Go, Stan, run after your girlie!” Richie mocks him, which earns him a hard jab in his left side from Beverly. Y/N only shakes her head and runs up the wooden stairs. 

She sighs once she's gotten the cap off and her hair waves all around her. She sits down by the tree that's almost next to the entrance, her head and back against the wooden base. She closes her eyes. She doesn't need sunglasses.

“Hey, lovely.” She hears Stan saying and she squeezes one eye open to look at him. Her face is scrunched up due to the sun rays and she looks ever so cute in his eyes. Stan smiles wide and walks over to her on his slightly wobbly, but firm legs. She's always loved his stance.

Y/N spreads her legs a little, her dress stretching along, and patting her lap. Stan giggles and gladly slays down in her lap, his head resting on her stomach. She gets a bit more comfortable, sliding down a little. For both their comfort. Her hands lay over his shoulders, palms on his chest and he reaches upwards with his hands to hold them. Her fingers are just as small as his own, but more slender.

“When are we leaving for camp again?” Stanley asks, looking up at his girlfriend. 

“Um... August 5th.” She says and slowly retracts her hands from Stanley's, going up in his hair instead. 

“Then we still have three weeks to pack.” He states and his eyelids drop at the feeling of her fingers going through his curls, gently touching his scalp. “Is there anything we need to take with us?”

“Nothing except for a blank, white t-shirt.” Y/N responds. Her fingers are parting his curls here and there, admiring how beautiful they look in the sunlight. Shining like the curls of an angel from heaven. He looks like an angel, and he is in all possible ways. “I bet you five bucks we're gonna make tie-dye shirts for ourselves.” She states.

Stan giggles, holding his stomach. “You—You don't even have five bucks.” He points out. Y/N joins him in laughing, both their laughter audible from inside the clubhouse. “Why do you think tie-dye?” Stan questions.

Y/N shrugs. “White shirts. Camp. Camp activities. Maybe we're gonna be painting on the shirts or something.” She wonders. His hair strands feel like ribbons around her fingers and hands. She could spend her whole life threading through the curls, watch as they grow longer until Stanley starts looking a bit like a dog with fur. She laughs inwardly at that.

“If we are, I'm gonna paint a Bohemian Waxwing.” Stan decides. 

“Oh, the pretty birdie with the grey, white and red feathers?” Y/N cheers and feels Stanley nodding his head under her hands. “That would be really pretty. Maybe you could paint more than one, as if they're sitting in a tree or on a... an electric wire. You know, the classic scenery.”

Stan chuckles and nods again. “That would be really cool.”

“It would be the coolest shirt ever, babe.” She tells him. 

“What would you paint on the shirt, love?” Stan questions and turns to lay on his back in her lap, taking her hands from his hair gingerly. He places his palms flat out against hers and, as they're looking at each other, he bends his fingers so that their hands are interlocked.

“Your eyes, I think.” She admits, looking into those hazel jewels. “Or your eyes and hair.” Stanley blushes, and he's not ashamed to show his crimson cheeks. He doesn't hide anything form her. He smiles wide. 

“It wouldn't exactly be fair to you that I'm painting a bird and you—me.” He states in a quiet voice. Y/N reaches her left palm to his curls again, brushing them off his forehead, behind his ear. 

“Well, really, it could be anyone.” She says. “Only you and I would know it's you. And that's okay, I'll forgive you.” She smiles, chuckling for a second. “You're better at drawing birds than people.”

“Hey!” Stan pokes her arm, but not too harshly. 

“We both know it. In fact, all of us do.” Y/N justifies. Stan rolls his eyes, but there's still a smile on his face. “It'll come with time, baby.”

“I'm gonna need more tutoring from you, then.” Stan then tells her and sits up to her level. His hand reaches for her hair behind her ear, his thumb soothing over her cheek. She almost falls into his hand, loving the touch. And even if her hair is beyond ugly today, she doesn't protest him touching her hair.

Stanley keeps his eyes on her, a peaceful lovingness in them. The sun on them is so warm they both feel like falling asleep on the spot. Stan pulls her lips to his in a slow, tender kiss. She puts her hand around the wrist he's holding her head with and pulls apart their lips. Their foreheads rest against one another. 

“With kissing like that you can expect much more than tutoring.” She tells him and they both giggle. 

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” He asks, his fingers twirling a curl of hers between them. 

“Well... Dinner with my family.” Y/N responds and bites her lip immediately, anxious about Stanley's response. He withdraws from her, eyes wide and eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Th-They want to invite me over for dinner?” He questions. Y/N raises her eyebrows, too, slightly. 

“My parents do want to meet the boy who I'm going to camp with.” She says. “And I think I'm finally ready to tell them about you. Like, about being together.” She tells him, looking down at her hands due to her shyness. But Stanley smiles so wide he even lets out a laugh of happiness.

He gives his girl many kisses on both her cheeks, making her blush and giggle uncontrollably. She tries to push him off her, but she can't find the strength to and stays in her boyfriend's embrace and wrath of kisses until he stops. 

“I'm so happy.” Stan says, pressing his cheek against Y/N's while he hugs her close to him. “Happy for you. Happy for us.” He tells her and Y/N can only smile to herself. Her hands are loosely hanging around Stanley's neck and fingers again threading into her curls. “Oh, my goodness.” The young man suddenly gasps and Y/N looks up at him. 

“What? What is it?” Is something wrong? Does he not want to come over for dinner? Is he afraid of her family?

“I don't know what I'm going to wear.” Stanley says with theatrical fright in his eyes and face. Y/N narrows her eyes at him out of simple annoyance that he scared her a little. Taking what they've all been through, a fake scare could still be a scare. 

“I suggest you come in your swimming trunks. That'll make a good impression.” She tells him, paying back for a false alarm from him. The statement makes Stanley blush and he clears his throat. 

“Right-o.” 

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This is part five of the Stark Internship series, read the previous part here!

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Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex

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It wasn’t difficult to find Tony, it was much harder to avoid him. You made your way down to the extremely lush and extravagant leisure area the Wakandan royals had created for the Avengers (and of course, their use). You made a beeline for the enormous pool, and found him. 

Tony was floating on a large inflatable, his eyes closed beneath sunglasses as he carelessly drifted across the surface of the pool. Sunlight filtered in through glass-panels on the ceiling, and gave the room an ethereal glow. 

You two were alone now, no other Avengers to speak of. 

You were still clutching the metal flip-phone in one hand, careful not to misplace your lifeline as you approached the edge of the pool, waiting for a moment before speaking. “Tony,” you were nervous, almost, fiddling with your hands. 

He cracked a small smile, but didn’t open his eyes. “Y/N,” his hand dropped to the water, skimming his fingers across the surface. “Did you get my present?”

“I did,” it was hard to hide the trace of happiness in your voice. It had been months of lonely isolation, and speaking to Peter brought a ray of light through the overcast your fugitive life had become. “I came to thank you. It means a lot that you would... arrange something like that for me.”

“You’re welcome,” he continued to drift, his expression neutral, aside from the growing smirk. “He’s exactly like you, Y/N. Just as smart and just as much of a pain in my ass.” He continued to create ripples in the pool with his finger, and used his free hand to lift his sunglasses, easily finding you in the room. “The water’s fine, if you want to join.” 

You rolled your eyes, but paused. You had nowhere to be, and the crystal clear blue waters did look appealing. Biting your lip, you stood and approached one of the chairs beside the side of the pool, shrugging off your shoes, shirt, and shorts. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before, and it was harmless. You dropped the phone on top of the pile, and approached the edge of the pool, slipping in without a second thought. 

The water engulfed you and quickly soaked the fabric, and true to his word, it was cool, but not cold, and very comfortable. You pulled back your hair to keep it out of the water, and waded over towards the raft, the water nearly reaching your waist. Your fingers traced shapes on the plastic inflatable, considering what you could say. You didn’t owe him an apology, you hadn’t done anything he didn’t deserve, but you had missed him. “Why are you here?” You asked, your voice soft as your eyes traced the intricate wiring of the arc-reactor inlaid in his chest.

“At the pool?” He sounded relieved at the lack of hostility in your voice, and his eyes admired your lack of discernible clothing. You still wore the same bras you did back then-- with the tiny black bow between the valley of your breasts. “It’s a thousand degrees outside, and I--”

“Tony,” you interrupted, your eyes lifted to his, your brow knit together in a complex blend of emotions, “I’m serious. I need you to be honest with me. Are you here to win me back?” You weren’t sure what you wanted to hear him say. You missed him, and Peter, and May-- you missed your friends, and New York, but you needed answers.

He considered what he could say, shifting on the inflatable raft and working his jaw. “Yes, and no.” He answered honestly, wanting nothing more than to touch the delicate swell of your knuckles, but deciding it was safer to keep his hands to himself. “I needed Steve, and the Avengers for a mission back in the states, and you were here, so I decided to make the trip.” 

Some part of you was disappointed, but you shoved it down and focused on the task at hand. That was what your life had become. Tackling things one at a time, trying to tread water to keep from drowning. Steve was nice, Wakanda was beautiful... but you didn’t belong here. You were an engineer, not a superhero. A few months ago, this would’ve been enough for you to take the next flight home with him-- but not now, not after everything he’d said and done. “I don’t understand,” you said finally, “why.” You retracted your hand from the raft, and crossed your arms, physically withdrawing and leaving a visible divide between the two of you. You said you loved me. The words couldn’t leave your lips. 

He was at an impasse. This was where the two roads divided. He could say something callous, and lose you forever, but protect you from men like him-- men who would say whatever it took to get you back, and treat you with as much reverence as a discarded toy. Or he could apologize, embrace you, and steal you for himself-- knowing that you’d always wonder whether or not his affections were genuine. It was the same one he’d crumbled at all those months ago, when he saw you in his bed and felt so satisfied for the first time in his life-- and he’d sent you away. Nights spent drinking, lamenting his selflessness, his cowardice, and most of all-- how he couldn’t stop loving you. “I don’t either,” he responded, his breathing shallow and painful. How could he be stupid enough to let you go? “I never meant to hurt you.”

Your short scoff was soaked in pain, heartbreak, and lost naivety. “Really? What message did you hope to portray by sending Happy to throw me out the morning after?” It was barbed, venomous, and hurt. 

“I--” he sighed, wishing you weren’t so very far from him. He wanted to touch your face, let his thumb gently caress your cheekbone, see those pretty eyes look at him again. “I was afraid.” He let his legs dangle off the edge of the inflatable, water touching his skin. “You’re young, and smart, and you scare the hell out of me.” With a inward breath, he slid off the raft, sending out a wave of ripples through the pool. “I loved you, and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“So your solution was to hurt me?” You denied how his words appealed to you, like ointment on an intense burn-- it cooled your anger, but it didn’t appease you. “Tony, I would’ve understood! If you had just talked to me, I would’ve understood!”

“No, you wouldn’t have!” He snapped, his eyes locked on yours as he took a small step towards you. “You would’ve kissed me and told me that you didn’t care what people said about you-- and that you loved me-- and I wouldn’t have been able to let you go!” It was a confession wrenched from his sealed lips, the situation that he’d imagined a thousand times since he’d sent you away-- the only thing that reassured him that he’d made the right choice. He nearly winced as he saw the hurt cross your expression. 

“And this is so much better?”  You asked, your eyes dropping to the gleaming blue waters. “We’re both so happy?” 

“No,” it was easier to tell the truth now, “we’re miserable.” He crossed the short distance between you with little hesitation, and gingerly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into an embrace. “I’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair, his eyes squeezed closed, reminding himself to savor this moment, the last moment he had you in his arms. “For everything.” 

You enjoyed the moment more than you cared to admit, and allowed your arms to wind around his waist, resting your forehead against his chest. “What now? Will you go home, and tell Pete I miss him?” The words were painful to say, but it was clear that this was the last hurrah-- the last embers of a dying fire. 

God, he was so selfish. “I want you to come with me,” he admitted. “I want you to come home." He withdrew, his hands lingering on your biceps, reading your expression. “Peter misses you,” and then, more quietly, “I miss you.” 

You were silent, peering up at him with those shining eyes. 

He touched your cheek, and smiled-- though it was hollow and cracked. “I love you.” He offered, his chest swelling at the admission he’d been thinking for the past five months. “I want you.” His index finger hooked below your chin, tilting your face up, and laying a kiss on your lips. 

It was soft, and sweet, and it carried the weight of months apart. It was everything you’d wanted. So much wasted time. You melted into the embrace, hands sliding up the plains of his chest, and looping around his neck to pull him closer. 

His hands slid lower, past your waist, and effortlessly lifted you off your feet-- lips still attached to yours. His breathing was heavy now, and he carried you to the edge of the pool, depositing you on the stone ledge. His skin had flushed a lovely shade of scarlet, and he was panting as his eyes darkened. “Can I...”

“Yes,” you interrupted, “please, God, yes.” 

[gottagobuycheese]

Tag Thingy

Thanks @silent--sonata for indulging my terrible sleeping habits XD

(fyi this will probably be unnecessarily long and rambly, so it’s going under a cut (EDIT: whelp the song list got a little out of hand, I’d apologize if I were even remotely sorry)) 

Rules: Answer 17 questions & tag 17 people you want to get to know better  

Nickname: Cheese (or Lactose Wedge, or Dairy Product of Unspecified Origin and Purpose)

Zodiac Sign: Gemini! 

Height: 160.5 cm/5′3″ (Bubbles I refuse to believe you’re actually that much taller than me) 

Hogwarts house: Somewhere between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff allegedly, both of which I’d be honored to get sorted into, but honestly I’d just be stoked to get sorted at all 

Last thing I googled: I think it was something along the lines of “how to speed up audio playback in GarageBand,” but but my train of thought was derailed before I actually looked at any of the results so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (and on a related note, thanks again for the magical audio editing @imperiousheiress!)

Song stuck in my head: The end credits to Legacy of the Wizard (which is SUCH a jam, thank you for enlightening me @jessicafish) Following and followers: 227 (goodness just looking at that number is stress-inducing) and...104?! When the HECK did you all get here??? I think just last summer I was happily floating about in the 50′s. Anyways, to anyone I have not said hello, hello! Hope you enjoy your stay, and I am sincerely sorry if you expected Quality Original Content, or even just regularly scheduled other people’s content. Sadly, neither of these things tend to happen here. 

Amount I sleep: During the school year it’s usually anywhere between 30 minutes and 6 hours (DON’T EVEN START BUBBLES YOU HAVE NO RIGHT), usually landing in the 3/4 hour ranges if I’m smart about it, but now that I am on Unofficial Break, it’s usually at least around 6 hours (except today was 3 because Avatar is an excellent show and the weirdos in this house have regularly scheduled breakfast at 9-something every morning). Sadly my sleep schedule can only be forced to tolerate normalcy for so long before careening back in the other direction, so we’ll see if this is just a blip or if we’re back to normal mid-Atlantic Ocean hours!

Lucky number(s): I wouldn’t say these are necessarily favorite numbers, but I do like 2 and 9. But come to think of it, second attempts at Official Things do tend to go better for me than first attempts, so maybe there’s some merit there after all! Dream Job: Don’t think I’m really cut out for dreaming anymore, haha (unless you are a theoretical future employer in which case I am Extremely Full of Ambition and Passion). The bed-adjacent metaphor has been made, and not to brag, but I can sleep on pretty much any surface. Currently studying my Not Favorite aspect of STEM (was there ever a favorite or did I just like being good at things sometimes) and learning how to People™ properly (and also learning a gazillion convoluted drug names like what the heck dude, did you just fall asleep on your typewriter coming up with these), so I’ll take whatever place hires me and pays me enough not to depend on my parents for everything, I suppose. In an ideal world, that would entail a job where I could make friends, and even more importantly, a job where my shortcomings would not cause Massive and Irreparable Harm, but I don’t think this line of work really meshes with that last one, so I guess I’ll either have to get my shit together™ extremely soon or fake my death, adopt an alias, and flee to a completely new place with no ties whatsoever before trying to get another, less high stakes job. 

(Though I guess, less cynically, I like helping people well enough? And stories are fun! Maybe there could’ve been something with that. Not that there still can’t be, mind, but there’s still a long way to go between Here and There)

Wearing: Black shorts. Navy t-shirt. Brown some-specific-kind-of-jacket-I-forgot-the-name-of jacket. Is it summer? Is it fall? Am I in middle school? Who can say, but they are COMFY so sadly I have no cares to give

Favourite song(s): way way WAY too many to list here, and I do not have them all organized in a handy playlist separately, but to name a few (and these are not necessarily the MOST favorite okay, it doesn’t mean I don’t love stuff not on this list, it means you can’t force me to pick between my children and I am going to find at least one quick thing from a few things I like before I need to hit post and go back to looking like I’m being studious, and also things I think you should listen to right now, but for everything I’ve linked assuming I mean the whole OST), here’s a spam of links in no particular order: 

LoZ Wind Waker - The Great Sea (aka the epitome of optimism) 

Undertale - NGAHHH!! (I was about to link more but then I realized it’d be the whole soundtrack lol) 

LoZ Breath of the Wild - Hateno Village (Night) 

A:tLA - Peace (bad call BAD CALL NOW I HAVE EMOTIONS) 

Legend of Korra - Final Scene/Ending Theme (MISTAKES WERE MADE MISTAKES WERE MADE) 

Kung Fu Panda - Oogway Ascends (I feel like I’m taking you on a whole little album journey now XD) 

PMD: Explorers of Sky - Dialga’s Fight to the Finish (aka the Gotta Shower Fast song) 

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Pursuit ~ Cornered (aka the HURRY UP AND PACK UR SHIT YOUR FLIGHT LEAVES IN THREE HOURS song) 

Apollo Justice: A New Trial Is In Session (very underrated soundtrack imo) and also Apollo Justice: Telling the Truth (because these two are very closely associated in my head and it’s getting harder and harder to narrow things down so maybe I should stop lol) 

Your Name: Katawaredoki (in which I am forcibly thrown heart first into the bedroom of my second apartment at approximately 12-something A.M.) 

Digimon Adventure 01: Butterfly (MASSIVE 90′s childhood anime feels, and also Last Summer Before Everything Went to Shit feels (on a general scale I mean, not personal)) 

Pokémon: Lugia’s Song multitrack cover by Jordan Moore (would that I could have a talent of that musical talent) 

Pokémon the First Movie: Tears of Life (great now I’m on a Pokémon music spiral GUESS IT’S CHILDHOOD NOSTALGIA HOURS NOW) 

PMD: Blue Rescue Team - Farewell and Run Away/Fugitives (you CANNOT make me choose between these guys okay, my brain WILL explode, and whoops now I want to link the whole ost) 

Palette by A Dear Friend (wink wonk) 

Pokémon: Alpha Sapphire - Fortree City (wow talk about mood whiplash)

Detective Conan: Main Theme (I can’t find the specific version since there are so many, but it’s a Good Theme) 

Super Smash Bros.: Brawl - Opening Theme 

Pokémon Colosseum - Relic Forest 

Song for Lindsay by Andrew Boysen Jr. (oh great now it’s time for marching band feelings I guess)

Mt. Everest by Rossano Galante 

Deltarune - Field of Hopes and Dreams and A Town Called Hometown (orchestrated) (aka the Lots of Work To Do song) and You Can Always Come Home and Don’t Forget (hey guess what I wrote a bunch of fake extra verses for) (also it looks my pathetic attempts at narrowing things down are getting even more pathetic so I’ll wrap up soon XD) 

 Guild Wars 2 - Fear Not This Night (never actually played this myself but my friend got me addicted to the music) 

Lord of the Rings - May It Be (Enya) (aaaand now I miss choir, THANKS BUBBLES) 

Lion King - Can You Feel the Love Tonight (Multilingual) by Travys Kim (aka how I remembered how fun these things are) 

Original Song by Anonymous  

(The urge to add all the other songs I’m not adding is so strong but I’ve got so much work to do so just assume I mean all Nintendo music from any game I’ve played, all Ghibli movie music, every musical I’ve ever heard, and even more) 

Random fact:

Apparently as early as the 17th century, you could guess that a child would have a shortened life span if their foreheads tasted salty. Yes, there is a specific reason, and yes, you may already know what it is, and thankfully no, that life span projection no longer holds true, assuming access to Modern Medicine! 

Favourite Authors: Okay I have not read enough various books of enough various authors to be able to answer this, so I’m just gonna go with a few books instead. They are not necessarily all-time favorites, but I enjoyed reading them very much at the time and more often than not go back to them for comfort reads: The Martian, any of first three Harry Potter books, and The Rise of Kiyoshi. (That last one’s not really a comfort read but I am drowning in Loving Kiyoshi juice so here we are)

Favourite Animal Noises: Certain kinds of birds (UNLESS it’s some ungodly hour of the morning and you’re trying to sleep)? Ooh, and crickets! 

Aesthetic: A slob, but like...a comfy slob. An incredibly disorganized hermit who is happy to mill about in the uncontrolled entropy. (Are we talking about what aesthetic I give off, or what I like to look at, visually? Because I like space, and water, and mountains, and forests, and forests ON mountains, OOH and forests on mountains at night where you can see space, perhaps reflected in a body of water. Or just water, idk. Different things are pretty to look at at different times)

WELL THAT ONLY TOOK FOREVER SORRY FOR THE OBSCENE LENGTH 

@pachelbelsheadcanon @averybritishbumblebee @shingeki-no-korra @sailorlock @yeswevegotavideo @soultheta @queenerdloser @ifeelbetterer @rogueofdragons @peppervl @amadness2method @mutalune and anybody else who wants to do this! This isn’t seventeen, and I don’t know if any of you have already done it/been tagged, but I hear people moving around upstairs so that means this break is over XD. And ABSOLUTELY no pressure to actually do this, this is pretty much just me wishing you well! (and YOU of course, my dear reader! I hope everything’s going all right, or if it’s not, that it does soon)

[mentallyinwalmart]

Roadtrip!

a Braime fic— chapter 1

Hi all! Here’s the first chapter of the most voted for fic, the Braime college roadtrip au. Hope y’all enjoy :)

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Brienne sighed as she looked at the Facebook post on her dash.

No replies.

It had been almost a week since she posted it, and though five dozen ‘likes’ were dropped beneath the text, not a single message had it drawn. She read over it for the hundredth time, looking for what was turning people off from it.

‘Hi all! Hitting the road from San Fran, CA to New York, NY for college! Whether you go to Columbia or any other school in NY, if you are down for a road trip and to split the cost of rental trucks and gas, let me know! It would be a long drive by myself!’

It still looked flawless, and Brienne sighed again, cursing under her breath. She moved to close her laptop but just as it was halfway shut, a message pinged in her inbox.

She opened it quickly, and did a double take.

‘New message from Jaime Lannister!’ The screen said. She moused over the text box and opened it hesitantly.

‘Still need a roadtrip buddy?’

Brienne frowned in disbelief.

‘Is this a prank?’ She sent back, pushing a blonde curl from her eyes as she watched the little typing bubble flicker in the corner. After a painstakingly long time it finally turned to a message.

‘No.’

So the rumors were true, Jaime Lannister was illiterate. She chuckled to herself. How long does it take to type a simple message?

But as she stared at that little two letter word she wondered if he was lying. She clicked on his profile absentmindedly. It certainly wasn’t the first time she’d done so. Many a night she’d scrolled through his photos, him and his track trophies, him and Cersei in his dads corvette, smiling and waving as homecoming king and queen, him and his gaggle of friends at the beach.

She paused on the same picture she always did, the side by side of him as a little boy with his first prosthetic arm to him their senior year. In both he had the same blond hair and sparkling eyes, but while he looked pained in the first, he was all smiles in the second, donning a Columbia sweatshirt.

‘What a difference eleven years makes. #Blessed to be heading to Columbia on a track scholarship! But I’ll miss my boys and the gold cloaks #OnceAKnightAlwaysAKnight !’

Brienne pondered the caption. Obviously, she’d known he was going to Columbia. That they’d be going together, sort of, but not at all. She scrolled up a photo to the only one of his she was explicitly in. It was the two of them, Robb Stark, and Yara Greyjoy on signing day, the four of them shooting the camera their best thumbs ups and proudest smiles. Yara and Robb wore jackets for UCLA and Stanford respectively, and she and Jaime had their Colombia jackets on. Yara played water polo and Robb was recruited for archery. Though she and Jaime were on the same track team, and had been since 9th grade this was the only photo he’s ever tagged her in.

He had his prosthetic arm thrown back behind her on the bench and if she squinted it was almost like his arm was around her.

Brienne slammed the laptop shut. She was being ridiculous. Obviously he and his friends were messing with her. She sighed as she reopened the computer.

‘Lannister I swear to god’ she looked at the message and then quickly deleted it.

What the hell was she supposed to even say. Jaime hardly spoke to her at track, let alone when they were off the field. She sighed.

The typing bubble popped up again. Brienne stared at it as though it was hypnotizing her. She took a sip of her tea and waited for the message to become another cryptic one word answer.

‘Come on Brinny, were the only ones of us headed over there, we might as well have each other’s backs’

She choked on her drink, droplets scattering on the screen.

‘Brinny’? No one had called her ‘Brinny’ since primary school. She shook her head.

‘Isn’t Cersei going to NYU? Why don’t you drive with her.’

She hit send and then smacked her forehead with her palm. She closed her laptop again and flopped her head down on the table. After a while she raised her head up and opened the laptop. Again.

‘Conflict with other stuff for her. Do you need someone to drive with or not?’

Brienne took a deep breath and bit her lip.

‘I do.’

She hit send before she could stop herself. The reply was almost instantaneous.

‘Great. Can I Venmo you my half of the van?’

‘Sure. I’ll text you how much.’

‘Do you have my number?’

She hesitated. She was pretty sure she did have his number, from the track group chat she never talked in. But she decided it would be weird to say that, so she just went with a good old fashioned lie.

‘No.’

Her phone dinged a moment after she hit send and she looked down at it.

‘No worries cuz I have yours! Track GC! Go Knights!!!’

She snorted out a laugh.

‘Oh my god’

‘So what’s my half for the van?’

They exchanged a few more texts, and Brienne went to bed with a smile on her face.

The next day she woke up to seven pictures and three more texts from Jaime, inquiring as to what of his things was actually worth bringing.

It wasn’t until the day he pulled up in front of her home with the moving van and a huge Columbia flag hanging from the antenna that she was positive she wasn’t being catfished.

“Brinny!” He called, honking the horn as he pulled into the driveway of her apartment complex. “Need help with your things?”

“No, Lannister I’m just gonna carry them all myself.” She rolled her eyes as he hopped out of the drivers side and ran over towards her.

“You are the strongest person I’ve ever met.” He grinned, “Brienne the beast!” He raised his hand for a high five which she hesitantly obliged.

Despite the negative connotations the nickname had had in highschool, she swallowed any sadness and pasted on a smile, following him as he bounded up the stairs to her father's apartment.

~~

Hope you enjoyed! This doesn’t have a set number of chapters yet but I have at least 4 more outlined so hopefully you don’t hate it 😂🧡 (they’re also longer, this is more of an intro) special thanks to @sassbewitchedmyass because I totally snagged ur adorable Braime nickname for baby bri 😂

Let me know what you think or if you’d like to be added to the tag list!

Tag list: @sassbewitchedmyass @ben-roll-io @averageinside @nashilena @lannisteroftarth @briennexofxtarth @marasjadesfire @onlyjaimebrienne @itsclaucueva @oathbreaker-oathkeeper @paceofbase @jointhemadnessjb

[trbld-writer]

➺ kiss it better, baby

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader ft. Hoseok

Genre: FLÜFF, brother’s best friend!au

Warnings: rejection/getting stood up, mentions of marijuana consumption, mentions of alcohol consumption, some language, pillowy softness of my favorite birthday baby, protective Big Bros Sope

Word count: 4,023 words

Synopsis: Kisses make everything better, don’t they?

Note: IT’S MY FAVORITE BOY’S BIRTHDAY!! I actually did not plan or expect for this to be done for Yoongi’s birthday but I’m glad it is. I wrote most (read: all) of this in one sitting and I went through a very brief edit before posting it, so I apologize for any mistakes. This is dedicated to my favorite boy in the world who has my whole heart and soul and ass, and thanks to @snakescript and @kittae for helping me out!! Also, I’m tagging @prolixitae because she’s the love of my life. I hope you enjoy!!

[masterlist]

“How does this look, Yoongi?“

You stepped out of the dressing room, the dress you chose accentuating your waist with a flaring skirt. Doing a little twirl, you struck a pose in front of your best friend. Yoongi felt his heart drop to his knees when he turned to you. The dark blue dress you had picked out looked like it was tailored to fit you perfectly. He felt his jaw drop and his cheeks heat up looking at you. A few moments in awkward silence passed before you waved a hand in front of his face, laughing at his behavior.

“Yoongi? You alright?“

He snapped out of his daze and laughed it off. I mean, it was just his best friend’s sister picking out a dress for her date. No big deal. Totally fine. But his heart was racing. Oh, how he would love to be the guy who would be so lucky to sit across from you, hear about your day, see your blushy cheeks, and hear your laughter.

“Yeah, it looks great. You should get that one,” he said, looking away as not to stare and fall for you even more. You let out a content hum and disappeared into the changing room again. He heaved out a sigh and sat down on one of the chairs again.

Yoongi cannot remember a moment where he was not in love with you, even if he tried. Ever since you were kids, ever since Yoongi got to know Hoseok and through Hoseok, you, he has never not been in love.

One of the first times you made his heart flutter was when Yoongi crashed into a rose bush on a hot summer day while he was looking over to you. In a failed attempt to impress you, he scraped his knees and got some scratches on his face. You were playing on your porch when you heard Hoseok yell and laugh at his best friend. As the place of the accident was your neighbor’s front porch, you ran to him, Hoseok’s joyous laughter in the background. Helping him up, you checked on the wounds and pulled him inside, much to his embarrassment.

“Where were you looking, Yoongi? Hm?” you had playfully scolded him, making his face burn in an even deeper shade of red. He did not answer, instead opting for watching you get a small first aid kit before settling down in front of him. You cleaned up the wounds on his knees first, putting two bigger bandaids on them before straightening up to examine his face. He could not look you in the eye, sweat running down the back of his neck in embarrassment.

You hummed a little melody while cleaning the scratches, ignoring his flinches and whines when it stung particularly lots.

“Stay still, let me take care of you,” you had muttered, shutting him up effectively. Putting two bandaids on his cheek and forehead, you impulsively had leaned forward to place little kisses on the treated wounds.

Yoongi flinched, his back hitting the chair as he put one hand on his cheek. His face was now on fire and he did not blink as he stared at you.

“What was that for?” he exclaimed, heart palpitating as he watched you shrug.

“Mommy does that when we get hurt. Kisses make the pain go away.”

Another incident that made his crush for you grow was in high school. Being a few years your senior and you taking similar classes as him, Hoseok arranged for him to tutor you when he noticed your struggle in some classes.

It was one particularly cold day, just a week before Valentine’s day. The two of you had bundled up, wrapped in blankets as you were sitting in the library, going over the same problem over and over. You were not able to concentrate, not with Yoongi sitting across from you, the scarf almost bigger than him. His hair was a light pink color back then, a stark difference to his dark brows that were sure to fly off his forehead as he raised them higher and higher when you tried to solve the problem and failed each time. You shoved the book away from you.

“I can’t concentrate. It’s been a long day, Yoongi, I wanna go home,” you whined, pouting. He sighed and closed the book.

“Okay, fine.”

You packed your things and you sat together in silence for a while, watching the snowflakes settle on the ground in fluffy bits.

“Do you have a valentine, Yoongi?” you asked, turning towards him. You felt your cheeks getting warm and hoped he would not see.

Everyone you knew had a crush on Yoongi, yourself included. He was everything you wanted in a person, even if many people would disagree. He seemed grumpy and cold, but once you got past that exterior, he showed his caring, sweet nature. He was attentive, always picking up bits and pieces from your conversations, bringing you gifts on your birthday and Christmas, taking care of you when you were sick and Hoseok was not home while your parents were working. He was hard-working, albeit a little of a sleepyhead but you adored his ambition and passion for things he liked.

Not only did he have a great personality, but Yoongi was also very attractive. His cat-like eyes that seemed to be watching every move, his cute button nose, and plush lips that were almost irresistible. Although he was on the shorter side, he had a nice build and gave the greatest hugs. His voice was something you could listen to for hours. It was deep, raspy, and comforting. His hands, which he often liked to scribble on, were rough and calloused, a few scars adorning them. They were the perfect size to hold and you could only imagine how well yours would fit into them.

In short, Yoongi was your perfect man. Plus, he was your brother’s best friend and there was something forbidden about it that made your heart skip a beat.

However, you had never voiced any of your thoughts about him, scared to ruin the sacred friendship you, Hoseok, and Yoongi had. Although Hoseok was perfectly aware of your feelings for each other.

He thought for a bit, lips forming the perfect kissable pout, before shaking his head. “Nope.”

Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing that. “And you have no one in mind?”

Curiosity got the better of you and without noticing, you had leaned forward a bit. Yoongi’s gaze fell on you, irises almost filled out, and you leaned back against your chair, a bit startled. After a bit, he just sighed out.

“No, there’s no one around that would really catch my eye.”

Liar, his heart yelled, you’re a liar, Yoongi! And everyone knows it! Even a stranger would know that you’re head over heels for her!

You felt your heart drop and the corners of your lips drooped a little. Catching yourself just in time before he would notice your mood change, you smiled. “Yeah, me neither.”

 A week later, the whole hall was decked out in reds and pinks, celebrating the day of love.

“Capitalistic bullshit,” you had murmured under your breath, causing Yoongi to just give an affirmative grunt. The pair of you walked across the hall, separating with a “See you later” and walking to your respective classes. Smirking to yourself, you sat down and waited for class to start.

Just half an hour later, you got a text from Yoongi.

 Yoongi: wtf

You: what is it

Yoongi: i got a fuckin rose.

 You grinned to yourself, trying to stifle your laughter. You had sent him the rose, a little love letter with “happy valentine’s, don’t be so bitter just bc ur alone <3” scribbled on it.

 You: any idea who it could be? ;)

Yoongi: either u or hoseok. i’m guessing it was u judging from the look on your face

 Your head snapped up and you saw Yoongi standing in front of the door, looking through the little side window and giving you The Finger. You could barely contain your laughter and blew him a kiss before mouthing “Love you”. He gave you a disgusted look, ignoring his fluttering heart.

 A few years later after your graduation, Yoongi was still heavily in love with you, despite various dates and flings on either side. You were always on his mind. However, the contact never broke, despite being a few years apart and Yoongi traveling a lot. You would meet up occasionally, text each other almost every day, a phone call once a week, and both of your hearts still beating heavily for each other. Sometimes, you would fall asleep while on video chat, leaving him to feel his heart almost bursting from seeing you in that peaceful state of sleep. College was stressing you out, the constant assignments and hours of studying tugging on your patience and your sanity.

 Hoseok, of course, knew about your crush on Yoongi and about his on you, never passing up an opportunity to tease either of you about it. One day, however, you had told him and Yoongi over a cup of coffee that you had been set up for a blind date by one of your classmates, Julia. She wanted you to have a little distraction from studying most of the time and promptly set a date with one of her friends.

“I don’t know what he’s like. She just told me that he was really my type,” you said, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. Hoseok did not miss the way your eyes wandered to Yoongi as you spoke. He reached over the table to grab your hand.

“I bet he’s a nice guy,” he spoke calmly, to which Yoongi just nodded.

“If he isn’t, call us and we’ll beat him up.”

You let out a giggle, shaking your head. “Of course, Yoongi. I just hope I don’t have to.”

 So here you were, picking out a dress for the dinner date you were set up for. Your feet were aching from walking around the mall with Yoongi, who seemed to like every dress you had tried on. In the end, you bought the dark blue one, deeming it to be fitting for the occasion. As you were taking the commute back home, you let out a heavy sigh.

“Nervous?” Yoongi asked, tilting his head. “No need to be, he’ll love you in no time.”

Just like I did, he thought to himself.  

You huffed out a “Yeah, sure” while looking out of the window.

“I guess it’s just weird to have a date set up for you. I mean, I easily could’ve gotten one on my own but whatever,” you laughed. “Julia was so worried that I’d die alone and bitter that she did it herself.”

 When you got home, Yoongi and Hoseok disappeared in Hoseok’s room. It’ll probably smell like weed in an hour, you thought while setting down your bag in your room. Knocking on Hoseok’s door, you were immediately greeted with your brother’s kind face.

“I’ll be in the shower if you need me.”

Hoseok smiled and nodded, his eyebrows raising. “Alright. If you wanna eat, there are some leftovers from last night. But we’ll probably order a pizza later.”

You laughed at his expectant expression and told him your regular order before walking off to the bathroom for a nice, long shower. You were sweaty and tired from spending the whole day at the mall, Yoongi’s presence not making it any easier for you to be calm.

 “Hyung, can you do me a favor?” Hoseok asked before settling down on his bed, taking a drag from his joint.

“Anything for you, Hoseok. What is it?”

“When did you get so soft on me?” he laughed, both Yoongi’s words and the slowly approaching high making him fuzzy. Yoongi just let out a grunt, snatching the blunt from Hoseok’s hands.

“Can you, like, follow Y/N when she goes to her date? Discreetly, of course. You probably know where they’re going so just,” he sighed, “make sure she’s safe, yeah?”

Yoongi listened intently to his request, nodding along to the soft bass of the music he had turned on. “Yeah, sure. I mean, I want her to be safe, too.”

“Of course you do,” Hoseok snickered, wiggling his eyebrows. He laughed when Yoongi threw a pillow at him, his flushed cheeks giving his feelings away.

 The next day, you took your sweet time getting ready. It was a Saturday, so no classes. There were no essays to write, no stress and no worries. After putting your dress on and doing your hair, you sat down to ground yourself, doing your makeup. You settled for a simple eyeliner and nude lips, deeming it appropriate. Julia called you, asking how you were feeling, if you were nervous. You were indeed very nervous, not knowing what to expect. She then started gushing about your date, how you would like him, how friendly and approachable he was, and that he would not let you down.

So you went to the restaurant she had told you, hopes high and heart beating out of your chest. You only knew his name, Mark, so you looked around in hopes of finding him. You asked a waitress if there was a table under his name and she led you to it.

Yoongi was sitting near the door, one of his friends accompanying him. He had you in his peripheral vision, cautious and attentive to every move you would make.

He isn’t here yet, you thought, looking at your phone. Well, I’m a little early anyways.

You waited, your stomach rumbling every now and then. Fifteen minutes passed. You texted Julia.

 You: where tf is he?

Julia: he hasn’t shown up yet?

You: no and i’m starving lol

Julia: that’s so unlike him tho, i’ll try to call him

 You set down your phone, your face getting hot with shame as you noticed the other dining guest giving you weird looks. Yoongi’s heart dropped and he was about to get up when his friend stopped him.

“Don’t. Yoongi, she can’t know you’re here yet,” she murmured, giving a look to you over her shoulder. She too felt bad, but knowing how it felt to be stood up, your disappointment will soon turn into anger and that’s when Yoongi would intervene.

Half an hour passed and you were getting impatient with your stomach rumbling quite loudly.

 You: has he fallen asleep or what

You: i’m getting pissed

Julia: Y/N i’m so fucking sorry, he doesn’t even pick up his phone, i’m so sorry

You: it’s not your fault, i’m just gonna order some rlly good food and have a date w myself lol

Julia: i’m really so sorry Y/N it wasn’t meant to be like this seriously

You: jules it’s okay really. it isn’t your fault and i’m not mad at you promise. i rlly appreciate your effort

 You set your phone down, ignoring the influx of messages from your friend and Hoseok asking about your date. You raised your hand, a waiter coming immediately. Ordering a fancy, decadent dish, along with some wine, you let the angry tears burn in your eyes and roll down your cheeks. Seems like he wasn’t such a great great guy, after all, you thought.

“Mind if I join you?”

You heard the chair across from you shuffle, a dark shirt coming into view before you were met with a very familiar face.

“Hi, I’m Yoongi. You must be Y/N if I’m not mistaken?” he smiled and tilted his head.

He had texted your brother about you getting stood up, not spilling anything about your bitter smile and the tears running down your cheeks in order not to make Hoseok angrier than he already was. His ‘date’ was kind and understanding when he just murmured profanities after an hour had passed and he took matters into his own hands. She left after he sat down, sending him a wink and mouthing “Good luck” to him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you hiccuped, frantically trying to wipe the tears away.

“Don’t act like this is the first time I’ve seen you cry, Y/N,” he said lowly, gently grabbing your hands. It was embarrassing you even more now. Not only getting stood up, but crying in public and having Yoongi sitting across from you, out of pity probably.

“Why are you here?” you whined, a single hiccup following the question. The burn in your throat was too much to handle, resulting in you downing the wine that was soon brought to your table. You ignored the look the waiter gave you, Yoongi smiling apologetically while declining the offer of getting wine as well.

He spoke up again after the waiter left. “It sounds really fucking creepy but Hoseok sent me to check on you.”

You let out a quiet groan. “I’m not fucking fifteen anymore, Yoongi, I can take care of myself.”

He shot you a look that said ‘clearly you can’ and you rolled your eyes. He cleared his throat, cheeks warm with affection.

“I know that, Hoseok knows that as well, Y/N. We just both really care about you, okay?”

His thumbs stroked over the back of your hands affectionately and you just stared blankly at your hands in his, reminiscing of the times where you were dreaming of this moment. You just wished it would not have been under this circumstance where he would be holding your hands.

Your voice came out raspy, the lump in your throat too thick to swallow. “Thank you. What about your date? You weren’t here alone, were you?”

“No, I was here with a friend. But she was very understanding and left when I came here.”

He smiled and nodded at your food. “Eat up and we can go somewhere else. Or I’ll take you home. Whatever you prefer.”

You let out a light laugh and took one hand out of his warm, gentle grip to dig into your food. Despite the salty taste of tears on your tongue, you gladly welcomed the delicious aroma and your gut appreciated it as well. A while later, you were sipping on your fourth glass of wine while Yoongi watched you with love in his eyes. Finishing the drink, you took out your wallet but Yoongi was quick to grab your wrist.

“It’s on me.”

After a bit of bickering about who should pay, you gave in and let him. He grinned triumphantly and helped you get into your jacket. He put his arm around your shoulders, you put an arm around his waist and so you walked to his car.

“Thank you, Yoongi. Even if that Mark dude is an asshole, I know I’ll always have someone who won’t disappoint me,” you laughed lightly, getting comfortable in the familiar seat.

He gave an affirmative hum, starting the engine and driving off to your house. When you arrived, a heavy blanket of sleep had draped over you and you yawned when Yoongi walked you to the front door.

Fumbling with the keys, you heard a click and the door opened, revealing Hoseok in his pajamas.

“Hey, how was it?” he asked, knowing fully well what the answer was.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, hot anger and shame clouding your vision as a quiet sob bubbled up in your throat. Hoseok pulled you inside, his arms wrapping around your shoulders immediately. He let you sob on his shoulders, rubbing your back affectionately.

“Shh, it’s okay. He’s a dick. Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault,” he mumbled into your ear.

Yoongi watched the scene in front of him and he could feel his heart break. He was about to turn around and leave, feeling like an intruder in such an intimate moment between siblings, but you stopped him.

“Yoongi was there though. He came to sit with me. He even paid for my food, Hoseok! Min Yoongi paid for my food,” you laughed in a tipsy haze, grabbing his hand without thinking too much about it. Hoseok grinned and patted your head.

“Seems like you still had a good time then. Thanks for taking her home, hyung,” he said, his smile softening when he saw how you had wrapped around Yoongi, leaving the poor man flustered.

“Take me to bed?” you looked up at him, knowing that he could not resist your pout.

Hoseok gasped dramatically, “Not in my good Christian household!”

You all laughed and you tried to playfully hit your brother, “Don’t be a perv, Hoseok. I didn’t mean it that way.”

He chuckled. “I know, I know.” He kissed your forehead. “Sleep well, sis. You’ll survive.”

You nodded, eyes closed with fatigue already but you tugged Yoongi to your room by his sleeve. He sat down on your bed while you took off your makeup and took care of your hair. After brushing your teeth, you started taking off your dress but your zipper got stuck halfway down.

“Yoongi, help.”

He got up, cheeks burning while he fumbled with your zipper. It wasn’t that you were standing in front of him ready to undress what had him so fussy. Your vulnerability, which you rarely showed towards him, was what made his hands shaky and sweaty. When he finally got the zipper to slide all the way down, he was lucky you were already half asleep so you could not hear how his breath hitched when he noticed your undergarments.

“I was so dolled up, ready to get some tonight. Can you fucking imagine, Yoongi?” you slurred, your lips loose both from the wine and sleepiness.

He just chuckled. “I can’t.”

He sucked in a breath when you dropped the dress and walked to your wardrobe to take out an old shirt. He muttered under his breath, “Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

Pulling the shirt over your head, you got rid of your bra before pulling out some sweats. Turning around, you rubbed your eyes. Yoongi noticed that it was his shirt adorning your figure and his breath got caught in his throat when he thought about seeing you in the morning with his shirt on. He must have left it one night when he was visiting Hoseok.

He cleared his throat. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You slipped under the covers, pulling them up to your chin. Opening your eyes to watch Yoongi wipe a single tear away from your cheek, you smiled drowsily at him. Your heart was doing somersaults at the look he gave you, adoring and full of love. His eyes sparkled, like the night sky. You always wanted to tell him you loved his eyes, tell him you loved his voice, his hands, his music. Him. But you just could not bring yourself to do it.

Your throat constricted again, tears burning.

“Thank you for tonight, Yoongi. For everything.”

He gave you a little smile, leaning down to kiss your forehead and ignoring the butterflies that filled up his gut. “Anytime, Y/N. I’ll always be there.”

Tears started rolling down your cheeks again, with Yoongi letting out a small laugh while wiping them away. “But there’s no need to get all mushy on me. You knew that already.”

You laughed through your tears. “I know, I just,” you heaved out a little giggle, “I just really feel the love in this Chili’s tonight.”

He leaned forward, laughing until his shoulders shook. “You’re such a fucking idiot,” he said. ‘But I love you.’ He almost let it slip through his lips, knowing that you would not take it the way he meant it. But he could not bring himself to do it. He just shook his head with a soft smile, wiping your final tears away.

“Sleep tight, Y/N.”

“Good night, Yoongi. And thank you again, I had a great time,” you murmured, more to yourself than speaking to him.

He could feel his heart bursting at its seams, love overflowing within him. “Me too.”

He leaned down again, pressing his lips to your forehead and getting brave, on your cheek.

You giggled sleepily, “What was that for?”

“Kisses make the pain go away, don’t they?”

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Ephemera Chapter Eight

Ephemera: In art, transitory written and printed matter (receipts, notes, tickets, clippings, etc.) not originally intended to be kept or preserved.

Alternatively, things that exist or are used for only a short time.

Description: Nobody knows who Vante really is. Everything about the popular artist is shrouded in secrecy: from his face to his name to everything in between. After years of working for his art gallery, Y/N feels she may just be the closest thing he has to a friend. Between her success at work and her relationship with campus hot-shot Jeon Jungkook, Y/N’s life has never been better. But is Jungkook truly who he says he is? And who will Y/N protect now that she knows Vante’s livelihood may be on the line?

Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x (f) Reader x Taehyung

Word Count: 5.5k

Tags: Non-Idol!Au, Gang!Au, Art History Student!Reader, Film Student!Jungkook, Art Student!Taehyung

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of alcohol, although infrequently

A/N: Hey guys! This chapter is a little short unfortunately, but that’s because this week is a double update week! On Wednesday at 12 PM (PST), I’ll post Chapter Nine! So please stay tuned for that. I hope you guys like this chapter. We’re getting really close to some...fun developments and reveals so I can’t wait to get there! As always, thank you guys for your support and thank you for enjoying my work! Please don’t be shy and send feedback, critique, questions, theories, and comments my way. I’ll be sure to respond to all asks I receive within a day of receiving them! Ah, and links will be added later!

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“Wait, wait, wait-,” began Nara, sitting on the counter at Nunchi, Mr. Kim working beside her and me sitting opposite her on a stool. “So you…seduced him?”

My head fell onto the counter and I groaned. “Kinda…,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Did you guys, like,” said Nara, then stopped and cast suspicious looks over her shoulder at her busy father before leaning close to whisper, “do it?”

I coughed, clutching my chest as I turned wide eyes to her. “No!” I shouted, but the Sunday-mid-morning crowd of cafe-goers all gave me similar looks of disdain. I calmed myself and settled my gaze on her with a grimace. “I’d never do something like that.”

“Taking the moral high ground?” she asked with a laugh as she hopped down from the counter to sit beside me. “With a guy who’s only dating you to get to Vante?”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead as Mr. Kim approached with a cup of steaming red tea. I turned to him with a smile and nodded my thanks. “Sujeonggwa,” he said, turning back to his espresso. “Extra honey.”

I took a sip and eased into my seat a little. “I’m amazed you remember that, Mr. Kim,” I said with a laugh as the warm autumn tea slid down my throat.

He hummed in response, broad back turned to both me and Nara. “Your dad told me never to give you caffeine, so I always added extra honey just to give him a hard time,” he said with a chuckle.

I smiled. “Reminds me of my childhood,” I said. “When things made sense.”

Nara pinched my arm and furrowed her brow at me. “Knock it off with that depressing shit, Y/N,” she said with a sigh, fanning her silver hair out behind her. “You should be happy, shouldn’t you? You found his weakness and to top it off it’s super easy to use against him since it’s…well, you.”

I shook my head. “I’ve been thinking the same thing,” I said with a pout, warming my hands on the sides of my drink. “But something about it keeps bothering me.”

Nara sighed and turned to face me properly in her stool, posture poor as she met my eyes. “You’re feeling guilty,” she said.

I stiffened, looking back down to my drink with flushed cheeks. “I’m not.”

“Liar.”

I turned to her, frowning. “Well what do you want me to say, Nara? That I feel like shit for using someone who’s been using me for months?”

She smiled softly and reached a hand out to pat my knee. “Yeah,” she said. “At least it’s honest.”

“I just…I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I said, resting my cheek in my hand as my eyes slid to the kitchen behind Mr. Kim where Mrs. Kim was slicing persimmons. “Isn’t this like Stockholm Syndrome?” I asked, mostly as a joke.

Nara laughed. “It’s only Stockholm Syndrome if you’re trapped,” she said, flicking the side of my head with one manicured nail. “Exit’s right in front of you.”

Everyone had been telling me things like that lately. And despite that small flash of bravery with Jungkook, I was still holding myself back. I furrowed my brow as I struggled to put it to words, but the nameless sensation was elusive, impossible to grab.

With a sigh, I simply shut my eyes and shrugged. “I guess…just because someone is bad to me doesn’t mean I have to be bad too.”

“What’re you gonna do?” asked Nara softly from beside me, and I felt her rest her hand palm-down on my back, right between my shoulder blades.

“I’ve gotta tell Taehyung.”

Professor Jung concluded the lecture and shut his notebook, shouting the homework at the rapidly exiting students. Instead of following the flow of bodies like I normally would, I fought past them to find Taehyung. I emerged in front of him, scratching my arm without meeting his eyes. Why was I suddenly feeling so guilty? What did I have to be guilty for? I had to tell Taehyung about it.

Even if it felt like I was betraying Jungkook.

“Oh, hey,” he said with a soft smile from below as he gathered his things in his  leather messenger bag. “What’s up?”

“You have some free time?” I asked, finally looking at him properly.

His glasses, which had been broken beyond repair the last time we’d met, were now good as new. Or perhaps, just new. He blinked at me with tender eyes and I tried to return his smile, but it felt stiff.

“Mhm,” he said, standing to join me as I led the way to the hallway. The two of us walked side-by-side for a moment before he spoke up again. “Sorry I rushed out in the morning. I had to get to work.”

I stiffened and turned to him, shaking my head. “No! I’m sorry for staying over after all that,” I said, face beet-red as the embarrassment finally caught up with me. I paused at the building entrance and turned to Taehyung, holding out the large H&M bag I’d folded his clothes into. “Which reminds me, here’re your clothes.”

He took a half-step back and furrowed his brow. “What? You don’t need to return those,” he said, his head cocked to the side.

“These are designer,” I said, shaking the bag. “You can’t just give them to me.”

He shrugged but took the bag nonetheless. I had a feeling it was more to appease me than acknowledge that I was right. “It’s not that big a deal, Y/N.”

“Maybe not to you,” I said, then sighed and shook my head. “But that’s my rent in there.”

“Then keep it,” he said, trying to hand the bag back to me.

Before he could, I slipped out the door and onto the sidewalk, bracing myself against the cold by burrowing deeper into my sweatshirt. Taehyung emerged from inside breathlessly after fighting with other students to get outside and met me on the curb with a frown.

“Seriously, keep it,” he said.

I pushed the bag gently and by accident my fingertips brushed his abdomen. His eyes went wide and he coughed a little, inching away. “Forget about the clothes. I’ve got some news about Jungkook,” I said, cringing at the way his name tumbled guiltily from my parted lips.

Taehyung’s eyes went wide. “You do? In just a few days?”

“It’s been…a long few days,” I said with a nod, sighing as I turned toward campus. “We should go someplace a little more remote. He’s always wandering around here.”

“He’s a student, right?”

“Film student,” I said, sweeping my gaze across the courtyard in search of a bobbing brown bowl-cut.

“Really? Is he any good a filmmaking?” asked Taehyung, pursing his lips.

I went still. Had I ever even seen any films he’d made? Had I ever bothered to ask? Had I truly been so enamored by the idea of him that I never paused for even a moment to figure out who he was? What kind of relationship had this been anyway?

A sham on both sides.

I cleared my throat and made my way down the cement stairs. “Let’s get outta here.”

I sat shivering on a bench, awaiting Taehyung’s return. Once we’d found a quiet place to sit overlooking several weaving Hongdae streets, Taehyung had insisted on buying some of the spicy rice cakes from the vendor nearby. Not keen on interacting with anyone while I composed my thoughts, I opted to sit down and wait. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw his back turned to me, waiting in line behind a couple as they took their sweet time ordering. As if sensing I was looking, Taehyung turned to peek at me and mimed a gagging face behind the couple. I laughed as he slouched and tapped the face of his watch with a frown.

Before I could offer a response, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and fished it out, quick to read the text.

Coconut: u busy?

Y/N: Mhm. Why?

Coconut: miss ur dumb face >:(

Y/N: You saw my dumb face on Sunday.

Coconut: that was DAYS ago

Coconut: i need a recharge

Coconut: i feel…

Coconut: my strength…

Coconut: draining….ack!

Y/N: Stop spamming. I’m with a friend.

Just as Taehyung returned, I pocketed my cell phone with a sigh and turned to him. “Boyfriend?” he asked, eyeing me as he offered me a toothpick.

I took it and speared a rice cake, eating quickly with a frown. “Yeah. He’s shaking me up.”

Taehyung chuckled and nudged the food my way once more. Without a word, I took another rice cake into my mouth. He laughed. “You said you had something to tell me about him?”

I nodded. “I figured out an angle,” I said, but my voice was low and I felt chilly despite the warm rice cakes.

Taehyung’s eyes went wide and he focused on me properly. “You did? How?”

“I had him over to my family home and I saw some texts on his phone,” I said with a sigh. “It feels kinda dirty though.”

“After everything he’s done?”

“Maybe he has a reason.”

“Reason enough to hurt Vante?”

I went quiet, simply watching my lap, before I shook my head and shrugged. “Forget it,” I said, fiddling with my hands. “Doesn’t help anyone to get into an ethical debate.”

Taehyung sighed and nodded. “You’re right,” he said, then glanced at me through his thick lashes. “So…your angle?”

I ran a hand through my hair and met his eyes slowly. “He has feelings for me,” I said.

Taehyung’s brows raised. “You sure about it?”

“Pretty much,” I said, then let my eyes focus on something distant, something not really there. “He’s having a hard time separating his personal feelings from whatever job he’s doing. If I’m a pawn, he’s getting reluctant to use me.”

“So…the angle is to use his feelings for you as leverage?” asked Taehyung. Coming from someone else, I might have thought he was being sarcastic. But his tone was sincere and when I looked at him I noticed his eyes had that same faraway quality as mine.

“Yeah,” I said, still scanning his face. “Even though it feels shitty.”

“It’s what he did to you,” said Taehyung with a shrug. “If he can play that way, so can you, right?”

I nodded. “I guess…I guess I have to, huh?” My phone buzzed once more in my pocket.

Taehyung, likely sensing my hesitance, turned to me and met my eyes. “Remember what happened at the club?”

My heart clenched at the mention of that night and the chilliness in my stomach gave way to something a little warmer. I set my brow. “Yes.”

“Remember that girl you saw?” asked Taehyung.

I met his eyes, the warm feeling going hot. “Yes.”

“How did that make you feel?” he asked slowly, brows low like this was the most serious conversation he’d ever had.

I turned to him. “Made me feel like he was making a fool of me,” I said, remembering the way he’d rushed to the edge of the mezzanine to watch me run away, eyes alight. Remembering Seokjin beside him. “Like they wee all making a fool of me.”

Taehyung slowly smirked. “Well, what if I told you that with this new information, there might be a way to rectify that?”

My back went straight and I eyed him. “Like revenge?”

“For what he did to you, to your pride…don’t you want to show him he can’t treat you that way and get away with it?” asked Taehyung.

I smiled, the thought of it enticing, and met his eager eyes. “You have a plan?”

“Hatching one,” he said, roughly standing to his feet and leaving the rice cakes on my lap. He smiled down at me and shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat. “I’ve got a lot of arrangements to make, but-,” he began, a knowing smile on his face that briefly made my heart race, “keep next Saturday free.”

“Next Saturday?” I asked, furrowing my brow.

He nodded. “I think I know how to rattle their entire plan and you’re gonna have to help me.”

My eyes went wide. “I am?” I asked, pointing at my chest.

He smiled and turned on his heel, eager to leave the bench and the street and likely the neighborhood altogether. “I gotta go start getting things in order. I’ll update you once everything’s set.”

“O-Okay,” I said, flushed as the wind whipped my hair around.

And with that he was gone. Quietly, I pulled my phone from my pocket and red over the message. As I did, a slow smile crept over my lips.

Coconut: The same friend who gave you those nice clothes?

He never texted that way with me. Proper punctuation, capitalization? With a chuckle, I popped another rice cake in my mouth and, still chewing, I wrote my response in seconds.

Y/N: The very same :)

Sighing, I pulled my blazer up around my shoulders and met my own eyes in the mirror. This one was snugger than the one I’d left behind at the club. I found at my pumps as they sat in the corner, one knocked over on its side and the other still dirty from running around Seoul with Taehyung. I leaned down to run my index finger along the raised ring of blisters along my ankles and hissed at the tenderness. Resigned to my fate, I grabbed for my heels but out the corner of my eye something caught my attention.

A pair of flats I’d bought for my interview at Gallery V and worn only once, sitting lonesome on the shoe rack.

I stood upright and mused over the shoes. How much trouble would they cause really? They looked professional, and I’d be much more apt to carry heavy canvases and direct tours if my feet weren’t screaming with every step. Cautiously, I picked one up and slid my toes inside. With a sigh, I eased into the comfortable shoe. I grabbed the opposite pump and slipped it on with a wince, my right knee bending to accommodate for the shorter shoe on my left foot. Even without my full weight on it, the shoe made my heel ache, fire shooting from each blister up to my hips.

I stared at myself for a long moment, touching my ascot gently as I thought. I knew Mr. Kwon would have a fit if I made one more misstep. Surely he wouldn’t fire me over shoes, but after the incident with the patron before and my wearing lingerie to work, I wasn’t so sure we were in the best standing. But he was reasonable enough, wasn’t he?

That presupposed I’d have the guts to reason with him at all…

A glimmer caught my attention and I realized with a jolt to my gut that it was the ruby necklace, glittering in the light from my window as it sat on my bedside table inside its case. I took one last look at myself in the mirror before, with a budding smile, I kicked off my heel and slipped into the second flat, grabbing the necklace on my way out the door.

“Thank you for your business,” I said gently with a bow as a patron left the building after buying a painting.

She waved over her shoulder with a grin, her kitten heels clacking against the hardwood. “Thank you for the excellent service,” she said before turning and breezing into the hall.

I smiled and laced my fingers behind my back. Beside me, Areum meandered the floor, occasionally explaining a piece or gesturing with perfect hands toward features in the gallery. Her legs looked long and powerful in her heels, but as she swiveled around to greet another patron I noticed through her nude pantyhose that her ankles were raw and red.

“Excuse me?” said a voice from beside me.

I jumped and turned to see Jungkook standing at my side, grinning down at me. The overhead lights gave his hair a halo and if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was an angel. He reached out and tucked a loose hair behind my ear. Perhaps my conversation with Taehyung had really shaken me up, or perhaps something in me was really shifting, but that charming twinkle in his eye did little to move me. Instead, I simply smiled and placed a cold hand on his bicep, leaning close and watching as his skin went pink. All I could see was the image of him holding that girl close on his lap. All I could remember was the fact that he’d spent the weekend with my dad and was still intent on using me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as I touched the delicate pendant resting on my clavicle.

He glanced to the photograph beside my head. “I wanted to see you working,” he said, eyes wide as he scanned the print. “This is really cool.”

“Mr. Film Studies approves?” I asked, eyeing him.

He chuckled. “How could I not?” he asked.

He was right. The photo was pretty amazing. Another black-and-white print, the piece featured a windowsill from below, Seoul spread out like wings extending in either direction before disappearing into the harsh line of the pane. Light streamed through in geometric shapes, reaching in from the window to just brush against someone’s hand, resting against white bedsheets. Apart from that shaft of light, near-darkness took up the rest of the shot.

“Vante is interested in natural forms,” I said with a nod, falling into the familiar rhythm of docent and patron. Jungkook marveled at the work with an almost fond smile. “Are you familiar with Imogen Cunningham?”

Jungkook nodded. “Learned about her in my photography class last year,” he said, still unable to look away from the photo.

I smiled. “This picture always reminds me of The Unmade Bed,” I said.

He hummed, crossing his arms. “I see it,” he said as he pointed to the single visible hand. “Like capturing a candid, natural moment.”

“Do you like to do that?” I asked, then wished I hadn’t. Wanting to know more only meant trouble.

“With film?” he asked, wide eyes on me. I said nothing, simply stared at the photo. He smiled and sighed in a way that was nearly wistful. “Yeah. Art is supposed to be mimetic, you know? It should hold a mirror to the world without flinching.”

I stiffened. Since when had he been so profound? I glanced up at him only to find his eyes affixed once more to the print. “The best art does,” I said slowly.

“I’d like to do that,” he said with a nod. “Making up stories about people that could be real, imagining what they might do or say, and then articulating it in a physical space…it’s really cool, right?” he asked, looking at me with a speculative wonder in his gaze that disarmed me.

I swallowed hard and blinked. “Um…ah, yeah,” I said, a breathy laugh following that I wished I kept inside. I scratched my arm and nodded. “That’s pretty grand.”

“I think I have a long way to go though,” he said with a sigh, wringing his hands. “I don’t understand people well enough yet.”

“But you want to?” I asked.

He smiled and nodded, reaching a hand out to adjust the ascot around my neck. “To understand art, you gotta understand human nature,” he said, then laughed and shrugged, still fiddling with my scarf. “But humans are really complicated. I wish I could understand what motivates certain people.”

“Certain people?” I asked, eyes wide and heart fluttering.

He smiled as he finally got the scarf to lay just so and let his fingers brush against the necklace. “This looks nice on you,” he said before returning his focus to the photographs lining the wall. “What else can you show me?”

I stiffened and opened my mouth to respond, but paused as I felt someone approach. Quietly, I turned to see Mr. Kwon standing near my flank, brows furrowed and expression severe.

“Hello, Sir,” I said with a bow, hands pressed against my stomach.

He returned it with a bare nod before sighing. “May I speak to you for a moment?” he asked, terse.

I stood upright and met his troubled eyes. “What is it, Sir?” I asked.

“Let’s not discuss this in front of a patron,” he said, voice low.

I took a step back slightly and blinked at him. “Is it very serious?”

“Quite,” he responded, curt.

I glanced at Jungkook who was avoiding looking at me, presumably to preserve my dignity. But by then, a familiar anger was beginning to take shape in my stomach. “Sir, this is my friend. He’s not looking to buy anything. Please, if you have something to talk to me about I’d much rather discuss it here rather than leave Areum to work the floor alone,” I protested, leaning back.

Mr. Kwon sighed and gripped his nose bridge. “Y/N, you really must learn to respect the dress code,” he said, eyeing my shoes.

There it was.

Something was beginning to splinter in my brain. Perhaps it was my patience. I inhaled sharply and glanced down at my feet. “Sir, I’ve been experiencing a lot of pain in my feet because of the heels.”

He met my eyes and shook his head, vaguely woeful. “I know it’s inconvenient, but we have to maintain a very professional affect.”

I crossed my arms, something I’d never have done even a few days ago, and furrowed my brow. “My shoes don’t affect my professionalism, Sir. In fact, the uniform heels are extremely uncomfortable and likely lower my work performance,” I said, eyeing him. “Significantly.”

“We just had this discussion, Y/N,” he said, his tone tense as his eyes darted around the gallery.

I bit my tongue. I wasn’t usually this uppity. Normally, I’d take the critique and move on. But this time, I couldn’t quite sate my outrage. And as I quietly lifted my hand to readjust my loose ascot, my fingers once again swept over that tiny pendant. And I remembered something Mr. Kwon himself had said to me during our last discussion.

People only have the power you give them.

I stood up straighter and met his eyes in a flash. “The male employees here don’t have to wear uncomfortable clothes to be considered professional.”

“That’s…,” began Mr. Kwon, but he only shook his head and cleared his throat. “That’s not the issue at hand.”

“But it is, Sir,” I said, my protests tumbling freely from my lips as I became more and more enmeshed in my out upset. “It all leads into the same issue. It’s absolutely unfair for the female employees to be held to a higher standard than the men, expected to work long hours on our feet in heels that give us blisters. Even Areum’s ankles are red. This has nothing to do with professionalism.”

He stiffened and furrowed his bushy brows. “Y/N-,” he began, but I shook my head.

“And furthermore, what about my flats is unprofessional? I’m wearing pantyhose as required, my blazer is buttoned in the center, my ascot is angled properly to the left, my blouse covers my chest, my hair is out of my face, and what’s more I just made a large sale,” I said, my words zooming quickly and nearly bleeding into one another. “If I remember correctly, last quarter I made more sales than any of our other employees. Just think of how many sales I could make if I could wear comfortable shoes.”

Mr. Kwon stood blinking at me for a long moment. He wasn’t a bad man. By no means. Just…old school. And perhaps it was time someone taught him a new thing or two. So as he stared at me, and the brief compulsion to apologize and retract my complaints emerged in my brain, I quickly quieted the urge down with a steadying inhale. I crossed my arms and raised my brows, awaiting a response.

Eventually, he closed his mouth and cleared his throat once more, eyes flashing toward Jungkook before resting once more on me. “Perhaps you’re right. It may be useful to begin implementing a more reasonable dress code.” With a curt bow, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway toward his office.

For an infinite moment, I simply stared after him agape, eyes transfixed on his wake as my thoughts ran miles faster than I could account for. My cheeks were hot with adrenaline and, while they still ached slightly from past abuse, my feet felt fine.

“Holy shit…,” said Jungkook beside me.

I was once again aware of his presence and turned to him with wide eyes, finding him marveling at me. A smile was playing with the edges of his lips and there was a fondness in the way he scanned me from above that I wasn’t quite expecting.

“What?” I asked slowly, unable to process even the simplest of thoughts.

He scoffed and rubbed his jaw, cheeks flushed. “That was…,” he began, then shook his head and let out a breathy chuckle.

“Reckless? Stupid? Uncalled for? Rash?” I asked, eyes going hazy as they focused on nothing in the distance.

He was quiet for a moment before, without looking at me, he said, “Hot.”

With my bag slung over my shoulder, ready to brace the hazy autumn evening, I felt a hand gently touch my elbow and nearly leapt out of my skin. Turning quickly, I found Taehyung staring surprised at me in the near-empty break room, his round eyes wide.

I caught my breath and gave him a smile. “Hey, what’s up?” I asked.

He righted himself and released my arm with a soft chuckle. “Ah, just a delivery,” he said, holding an envelope out to me. The card stock was thick, expensive, and had been obviously opened and resealed with a proper wax stamp. “It’s the plan I was talking about,” he added with a wink.

I stiffened and stared down at the thick envelope, running my fingers over it. “So fast?” I asked.

He nodded. “I had to get things together quickly since we’ve only got a week and a half.”

“God,” I said, smiling slowly. Did this envelope truly contain my salvation? “It’s only been a few days. How involved is this plan anyway?”

Taehyung chuckled, like he knew something I didn’t which was probably true. He rubbed the back of his neck with a shrug. “More involved than you’d think.”

“Am I gonna have to do anything crazy?” I asked, my voice hushed, as I scanned the break room and the hallway for any peeping coworkers.

Taehyung placed both hands on my shoulders and forced me to look at him. “Nobody’s listening in,” he said with a smile that briefly made my heart race. “And I’d never ask you to do anything I didn’t think you’d approve of.”

I exhaled slowly and nodded, holding the envelope close to my chest. “Alright,” I said quietly.

Taehyung smiled, nicking my chin with his knuckles, before turning on his heel. “I’ve gotta get back to work, but if you’ve got any questions-,” he began, then stopped and furrowed his brow. “Wait, you don’t have my number.”

I laughed and began fishing my phone from my bag, but Taehyung was quicker. He grabbed my hand and pulled a pen from the pocket of his massive coat, leaning down to get a better look at my skin. Suddenly, I felt flushed. Watching the top of his head as he wrote, I struggled not to squirm under the ticklish feeling of his pen sliding across my palm.

For a moment, I mused from my slightly elevated vantage point. His face was actually very well-proportioned. It was difficult to see past his big glasses and his shaggy hair, but he really was handsome. Perhaps there was something to that old movie trope about the shy girl with glasses becoming a total babe when she took them off.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed up to meet mine and I stiffened. It was almost as if I’d been caught ogling him, like he could read my thoughts somehow, but when he spoke I knew my mind was still safe. “What’s that face about?” he asked.

I sighed and tilted my head to the side, thinking. “You’ve got a really good face,” I blurted, unable to stop myself from saying it.

His cheeks flamed scarlet and he stiffened, taking a step back from me with wide eyes. “I-I-where did that come from?” he asked with a breathy laugh.

I shrugged and glanced down at my palm. He’d taken so long because beside his number he’d drawn a little doodle of himself, big glasses and shaggy hair and all.

I smiled at the drawing before meeting his eyes again. “I’ll save your number,” I said.

He cleared his throat and nodded. “Alright,” he said, then offered a smile and made his way out into the hallway where he eventually faded from my view.

Slowly, I turned my attention to the envelope, pulling it open and fumbling with seeking fingers to find whatever was hidden inside. First, I found a letter on thick paper, bent into a trifold. I gave it a long, slow, stunned read.

You are cordially invited to attend Ori Technologies’  first annual charity ball.

Time: 19:00

Location: Coex Convention & Exhibition Center, Grand Ballroom

Attire: Formal

I gaped at the invitation, struggling to reason with the beautiful, scrawling font, the words that seemed to sit on top of my brain rather than seeping in like oil on water. Once I regained my senses, I returned to the envelope. I pulled out a sticky note, likely from Vante himself and likely the reason he’d opened the envelope in the first place.

Bring a date.

Without any further explanation, I knew precisely what he meant. This ball was the talk of Seoul, and I’d only heard about Vante attending the other day from the radio. So much information was demanding my attention, and yet I couldn’t focus on a single thing.

Except for that note, the thing that made it all make sense.

Without wasting another second, I rushed out across the floor and into the still-open elevator, already planning my route to Jungkook’s apartment.

The commute felt longer than usual, perhaps since I had something so important to do, but after what seemed like eternity, I arrived outside Jungkook’s door. Perhaps I could have called him first, but my brain had been too scattered to think of doing something like that. So instead, I stood slightly out of breath, clutching a wrinkling envelope in my fist as I raised it to pound on his door.

Jungkook was quick to answer, swinging the door open, but his eyes were downcast, looking at something in his own hand. When he lifted his eyes to meet mine I could see he was distracted, like his mind was unplugged from his body.

“Oh,” he said, giving a smile that felt too forced even for me. “Hi.”

I returned it and began smoothing the envelope on my thigh. “Jungkook, I have some crazy news,” I said, unable to contain the excitement in my voice. But what was I excited for really? The ball or what was to come of it? Guilt briefly seized my heart, but quickly fled as I glanced up and saw Jungkook’s expression go dark, brows furrowed. “What is it?” I asked.

He rested a white-knuckled hand on the doorframe, not meeting my eyes as he obviously stewed over something. “Y/N, have you been honest with me?” he asked.

I stiffened and scanned him, searching for anything that might allude to my undoing, but found only frustration in his expression. “What do you mean?”

He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair, turning to face me with knitted brows. “What’s this, Y/N?” he asked, opening his palm for me to see what he’d been holding.

I glanced down and saw, with a shock that stole all the warmth from my body, my student ID sitting perfectly in his outstretched hand.

The one I’d given the bouncer at that club…

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Post Exam High - Gratsu

Summary: Natsu hasn’t seen Gray much recently, since they’ve both been busy with exams. But now they’re over, and Natsu gets to go see his boyfriend. Kissing ensues.

So, when I started writing this, it was originally going to be Natsu walking in on Gray in a skirt. I was listening to Renai Circulation, and it was gonna be cute, but also very much a crack!fic. However, I didn’t feel comfortable writing that, so I decided to push myself to have them be a bit more intermit with each other. This is my first time writing anything like this, so please leave some feedback, telling me what you liked, and how I can improve.

Special shoutouts to @splendidlyimperfect and @friendlyneighborhoodfairy , I know you two were excited to read this, and I’ve finally found the motivation to finish this. Thanks you two <3

Enjoy :)

Natsu was on his way to his boyfriends house. This wasn’t a new thing in their relationship, they’d often just show up at the other’s place (though, miraculously, they never both tried it at the same time). Natsu had missed Gray a lot. He’d barely seen him all week, since exams and assignments had been coming from every single class, and they didn’t share many classes this year. Since they only had a couple of months left, they’d both agreed to focus on their studies. But now, they were over, and everything was going to be a bit more relaxed, at least until the stress of their finals showed up. But they had ages until then, and neither were too worried.

Plus Natsu just wanted to see his boyfriend, was that to much to ask.

So he was on his was over to his boyfriends house, just to hang out for a bit. Natsu had really missed Gray, they normally spent all their time together. And if they ended up making out with each other, well, Natsu definitely wouldn’t mind.

He’d knocked, but after a minute of waiting for his boyfriend, he just went in anyway. It wasn’t the first time Gray hadn’t heard him, he tended to play music so loud that you had to shout to carry a conversation sometimes. Besides, they’d agreed long ago that they were okay with the other breaking in to surprise them.

What Natsu wasn’t expecting was to find his boyfriend washing up, wearing one of his shirts, and a pair of jeans that hugged his figure perfectly. He was swaying his hips from side to side to the beat of whatever song was playing on the radio at that moment. Natsu felt himself freeze, mesmerised by the way Gray’s jeans clung to him in all the right ways. It didn’t help that Gray seemed to be doing it deliberately, as if he knew he was putting on a show for his boyfriend. Blood rushed to Natsu’s face as he stepped towards Gray, trying to be quiet.

Gray didn’t notice Natsu was there until he felt hands on his hips, and his boyfriends chest pressed up against his back. He jumped, dropping the bowl he was washing into the sink, the soapy water splashing the front of his – well, technically Natsu’s shirt. He went to spin around, but Natsu held him in place. Gray looked over his shoulder, his face beet-red.

“N-Natsu! What are you…” Gray trailed off as Natsu started swaying in time with the music. “Don’t stop just because I’m here.” Natsu all but purred. Gray’s face flushed as he finished what he was washing. No sooner had he finished drying his hands, Natsu had turned Gray around and kissed him. Gray melted into the kiss, allowing Natsu to take the lead. The kiss was full of passion. As Natsu grazed his teeth across Gray’s lip, he let out a soft moan. They pulled away, but kept their foreheads touching.

“I’ve missed you too flamebrain.” Gray murmured, as Natsu pressed another kiss to his lips. Gray smiled, and Natsu blushed slightly. The two of them were smiling like idiots.

“Jerk, of course I’ve missed you. I’ve not kissed you in a week at least!” Natsu pouted. Gray laughed, leaning in to kiss him again, before turning them so Natsu was pressed up against the side. Nastu lifted one of his hands to Gray’s hair, leaving his other one on Gray’s hip. He carded his hand through his hair, earning a quiet gasp from Gray. Gray slid his hands down Natsu’s back to his thighs, before picking him up and putting him on the kitchen counter. Natsu wrapped his legs around Gray, pulling him closer. They continued to kiss, Natsu occasionally letting out soft sighs. They were both smiling, as they ran their hands through each other’s hair.

They were so caught up in their own little world that they didn’t notice when Gray’s aunt opened the front door. However, they did notice when she cleared her throat from the doorway.

The two of them sprang apart. Gray nearly slipped on the water he’d splashed onto the floor when Natsu had caught him.

“Hello Natsu dear, it’s lovely to see you again. Would you like to stay for dinner? We’re having spaghetti tonight, your favourite.” Ur smiled at the two of them. Gray turned his back, going back to washing dishes as he had been just minutes earlier. Natsu laughed, his face the same shade of pink as his hair.

“I’d love to. Do you need any help making it?” Natsu ran a hand through his spiked hair, before pushing himself off the side. Ur shook her head, smiling at her nephew. Surprisingly, Gray hadn’t made a sound since Ur had come in. Natsu, followed her gaze, smiling like a lovestruck idiot. “I’ll wait upstairs then. C’mon Gray, I still need to beat you at Mario Kart again!” Gray dried his hands, grabbed his boyfriend by the scarf and dragged him upstairs. Ur laughed as Natsu struggled to get out of Gray’s grip.

Gray pulled Natsu into his room, slammed the door shut, and pushed Natsu against it. Natsu barely had time to respond before Gray’s lips were back on his. They kissed as if their life depended on it. Natsu’s brain short circuited as Gray’s lips travelled down, past the scarf to his neck. Natsu whined as Gray teased him with feather light kisses. Gray grinned, before biting down gently. Natsu let out a moan, and Gray silenced him with another kiss.

“Quiet down, wouldn’t want Ur to hear you.” Natsu shook his head, but still moaned when Gray bit down on his neck again, leaving a dark mark that Natsu was hoping would be covered by his scarf.

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Later that night, while they were eating dinner, Natsu kept adjusting his scarf. Ur kept sending suggestive looks their way, and Gray sat there with a cocky grin all night. Natsu looked at his boyfriend, and a single thought popped into his head. Bastard.

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