#office AU turned super soft by part 2 too

[wildemaven]

you, me & john mcclane | dave york

→ pairing: dave york x f!reader

→ word count: 4342

→ content warning: 18+ blog; friends/idiots to lovers, mentions of food and alcohol consumption, blind dates, mentions of bad dating history, miscommunication, soft dave, carol and dave are divorced but rockstar co-parents, fluff, pining, reader is wearing a dress, no descriptive features of reader, die hard is a Christmas movie, equalizer 2 au, I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything

→ notes: im really hoping this reads well because i struggled getting it finished. words became rough to work with. part of the holi-dave universe, but can be read as a holiday one shot too. big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for listening to me ramble about these two!!! somewhat beta'd, but not entirely.

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5 minutes late. Not that you’re keeping track. Although, it’s hard not to when the hostess keeps checking in to see if your date has arrived because they can’t hold your table all night, as you wait in the front lobby of the restaurant. Actively trying your best to convince her your date should be arriving any minute— nearing 10 minutes late now. 

You want to be annoyed. You want to call it a night, order your meal to-go, make the trek back home so you can slip back into something less revealing with more layers to fight off the almost freezing temperatures that you hadn’t accounted for when you got dressed earlier. Then once you’ve cocooned yourself in a blanket on the couch, you’ll call your friend and laugh at what a horrible matchmaker she is. 

Blind dates have never been your thing. Sure, you have heard plenty of success stories from friends and family about meeting their partners on a blind date, falling in love and getting that happily ever after kind of romance that you’ve always wanted. But that's never been the case for you. You weren’t convinced blind dating would ever produce any sort of cosmic connection like you’ve always heard about. You could barely get a second date from the ones you’ve been on. 

You decide to stay, give this whole thing a chance and see what happens— that is if he ever shows up. 

The frigid air billows in at the opening of the restaurant door. The cold biting at the exposed skin your dress isn’t covering, as you curl into yourself,  turning away to shield your body from the air that’s spilling through the entranceway. 

You scan the restaurant for what seems like the hundredth time now. All the couples and families seated comfortably as they enjoyed their warm meals. Probably discussing their upcoming holiday plans and their excitement for the new year ahead. 

Glancing down at your phone, it’s approaching 15 minutes late now. Sadness begins to settle in the pit of your stomach. Clearly this date isn’t happening tonight and it’s time to call it like it is, you got stood up— also not a first for you. You tuck your phone back into your purse and make your way over to let the hostess know that she can give your table away. 

“Oh my gosh! Dave?” Recognizing a familiar face standing next to the ‘wait to be seat sign’.  

“Hey— Hey! How are you?” He says with a smile, instantly moving in to give you a warm friendly hug. His cologne, all masculine and refreshing, wafts about as you lean into him— you envy whoever gets to revel in it tonight.  

“I’m good, thanks.” You tell him, as you step out of the way of the couple who just walked in to check in for their reservation. “What are you doing all the way over on this side of town? You picking up dinner for you and the girls? They would love their chicken tenders, super crispy. Molly would love the garlic aoli, it’s really good.”

“Uh, yeah— I mean no, sorry. The girls are with Carol tonight. Things ran late at the office and I’m supposed to be meeting someone for dinner.” He doesn’t mean to be rude, his attention focused on glancing at the seated guests. 

“Oh! Same. Except I’m not the one running late, my date is.” You glance back over your shoulder to the restaurant door, still no sign of your date. 

“Oh yeah? Maybe he’ll have a good excuse when he shows up.” Dave says, giving the restaurant one last look before setting back against the wall to give you his full attention. 

“I hope so, I’m starting to get hungry. Do you know what they look like? Maybe they’re somewhere else in the restaurant? I think there’s a back room through those doors.” You point towards the back of the restaurant. You’re in no rush to leave and start your sulking, so you might as well help a friend out. 

“No. It’s a blind date. Literally don’t know a single thing about them. Was just told to be here at 5pm.” The opening of the front door grabs his attention, another well dressed couple enters. He breathes out a sigh, head falling back against the wall, wishing he was anywhere else but here waiting to have dinner and forced conversation with a stranger. 

“Then how are you going to know if they’re here or not?” You laugh, situating yourself next to Dave on the wall. 

“The dress. That was the only thing I told to look out for— that she would be wearing a brown dress.” He says casually as he checks the watch on his left hand. 

A brown dress should be easy enough to spot. Taking a look around to see if you might have better luck spotting his brown-dress-wearing date. It’s nothing but bold reds, soft whites and classic black scattered through the room of guests— no brown dress in sight.

When the hostess glances over to you with her annoyed look, you decide to call it a night. Straightening up off the wall, you prepare to bid Dave a goodbye and make your way home to see what can be done to save the rest of your evening. You adjust your purse strap on your shoulder and start pulling at where the silky fabric of your dress had ridden up. Smoothing over the wrinkles to make sure it’s laying right. You freeze the second your brain registers exactly you’re wearing tonight. 

You look up to where Dave is still standing, focused on the ground, hands folded together in front of him. Suddenly becoming keenly aware of every detail about him. Ones that you hadn’t bothered to notice or pay attention to when you said hello only minutes ago. 

“Dave… you’re wearing a gray t-shirt and leather jacket.” Your voice barely above a whisper as you try to convey the realization that you’re starting to come to. 

“Yeah. Carol told me to wear it. Said it made me look less CIA or whatever.” He pulls open the  jacket front, revealing more of his shirt underneath, very much gray and definitely less CIA. He lets the jacket fall back into place, checking his watch for the second time. 

“Dave…” Attempting to get his attention again. Your eyes widen once all the dots have been fully connected. 

“Yeah?” Dave looks up from his watch, taking in your shocked expression.  

“Dave, I’m wearing the brown dress Carol picked out for me— I’m your date, Dave.” His eyes trail down your body— brown silk dress. The same brown silk dress that Carol said his date would be wearing when he arrived at the restaurant tonight. 

“Carol set us up?” You both say in unison. 

Staring at each other, you’re both completely dumbfounded at the thought of being set up. 

*

You met Carol by chance one morning 3 years ago at a local coffee shop you stop in everyday before work. It was unusually busy in the small coffee shop, which led to your orders being mixed up.

A 10 minute chat while you both waited for the kind baristas to remake your drinks quickly turned into a budding friendship between you. Purposefully arriving for coffee in the mornings so you could catch up on the latest news and tv shows you both loved before jetting off to work. 

Before you knew it you were meeting up for dinner  and drinks regularly, booking girls trips and attending concerts during the summer, but your favorite was joining Carol and her girls for movies and pampering.  

When you met Carol, she had already been divorced for almost 3 years. You admired how well she was juggling life and work as a single mom. She attributed it to having a great co-parenting relationship with her ex-husband. 

It was months later when Dave and you had officially met at a summer barbecue Carol and him were throwing for the girls and their friends. Inviting all the families to come enjoy the warm weather and grilled food. Carol had invited, forced, you come and hang out for a few hours. She insisted Molly and Alice had begged for you to be there, learning early on it was hard to tell either of them no. 

Carol had warned you Dave was quiet. Reserved felt like a better description. Because with you, he was anything but quiet. 

After helping Carol set out food and drinks, both of you retreated to a quiet spot on the porch as the chaos of tiny screaming girls took over the backyard. A comfortable silence between you once hello’s and brief pleasantries were shared.

Dave liked that about you, not forcing a conversation with someone just because you were in close proximity. He found that annoying with Carol’s other friends, always wanting to talk to him and never picking up on his lack of interest. He found you both had a similar aversion to groups of people you didn’t know. Watching the barbecue activities unfold from a distance and only making yourselves known when needed. 

Silence was soon exchanged for friendly banter and bouts of laughter. The space between you had become nonexistent as you both shared bits of your lives. Walls began to fall. A sudden eagerness to know more about the worlds you both existed in. A full fledged friendship formed in a matter of hours. 

From that day on, you were invited to all gatherings whether it took place at Carol’s or Dave’s homes. It became a song and dance of sorts. Always seeking each other out once things were in order. Finding a quiet place on the sidelines to avoid unwanted attention and small talk with literally everyone else. 

Unbeknownst to Dave and you, Carol had been keeping tabs on you both over the years. She wasn’t blind to the bond that had quickly developed between you two. The small touches to Dave’s arm when you were deep in conversation. When you would lose yourself in laughter and lean into him when he said something funny. The way Dave’s hand settled against your lower back when he introduced you to someone you hadn’t met before. Carol’s favorite was how, aside from her and the girls, you were able to make him genuinely smile like no one had done in a long time. 

It was after a recent failed date you had gone on, mentioning how hard it was to find someone decent enough to be in a relationship with, that Carol decided to take matters into her own hands. Conjuring up a plan to set you, her closest friend, and Dave, her ex-husband. A little nudge both of you seemed to need. 

*

“Look, Dave. I completely understand if you’re not into it and want to leave. No hard feelings at all. But we’re already here and have a table waiting for us to enjoy ourselves— which I’m sure the hostess would love for us to either sit at sooner than later. So, maybe we just do that. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?” You find it hard to read his blank expression, hoping it’s just pure shock and not that he is repulsed by the fact that he was set up with you. 

Are you even his type? Could he see something beyond just a friendship with you? Not things you had ever really worried about until just now. The thought of being rejected by not just someone, but by Dave had you distracted with embarrassment and worry. 

A smile begins to form on his face, the tension he’d been wearing when he first arrived no longer evident now that he won’t be having dinner with just anyone, but with you— something the two of you have never done alone before tonight. 

“I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be, now. Let’s go enjoy ourselves.” Sensing your internal panic he attempts to calm your nerves, reassuring you that he fully wants to be here. He takes a step closer to you, his hands curled around your shoulders, thumbs gently sweeping in over your bare skin in a back and forth motion. Worry melting from your face instantly. 

“Okay.” Your head tilts to the side as you smile sweetly at him, taking in the softness in his eyes. There’s a part of you that’s sure nothing will come of this evening, just two friends merely entertaining the fact that they were set up. But you’d be lying if you said there wasn't a small part of you that bears hope for the possibility of something flourishing from this evening. Whichever outcome, you’re relieved it is Dave. 

It’s not long until you’re seated at a small table for two, draped in white soft linens. The overhead lights set to a low muted level, allowing the tabletop candles to elevate the restaurant's evening ambiance. A musician sits at a small piano in the corner, playing a rendition of some holiday song, its nostalgic tune mingling with the hushed voices conversing about. 

Drinks and warm appetizers placed among the candles, festive florals and white porcelain tableware. Your meals were discussed and deliberated then placed with the waiter, leaving you both alone in a hushed nervous state. Neither of you quite sure what to say, unsure whether or not you address the elephant in the room— Carol’s secretive matchmaking tactics. 

“How are the girls?” You decide to stick to the safety of topics you both know. Hoping the ease of familiarity will lead to a more relaxed dialogue as the night passes. 

“Good. They’re good.” He says, in a very to the point Dave response. The waiter breaks the stagnant bubble surrounding you to refill his water, Dave giving a nod of gratitude before directing his attention back to you. 

“That’s good.” You quietly release a shaky breath.  

“How’s work?” Dave asks after taking a sip from his glass of aged whiskey. He sets it back on the table, before relaxing back into the chair. His arm propped up by the armrest, chin resting between his thumb and forefinger and his eyes focused on you. 

You briefly fixate on the flickering light that dances across his ambered irises, the glow of the candle’s flame reflecting in his eyes. A  golden brilliance that’s so vividly captivating, you can’t help but feel the warmth that gleams from them— how have you never noticed their allurement before? 

“Good. Great, actually. I got that promotion I was telling you about last month.” You don’t miss the way he immediately smiles at your answer. 

“I knew you would get it. Congrats!” Dave is proud of you. 

He had hoped he hadn’t overstepped when he encouraged you to apply for the position. Agonizing over it with him during a potluck dinner Carol had put together a month ago. You weren’t so convinced you had it in you, but Dave knew otherwise. He knew how hard it had been for you, working tirelessly to prove your worth in a male dominated field. But he also knew how well you held your own against the pressure of being scrutinized doing your job just because you were female. You just needed a little encouragement to make it happen, and Dave was more than happy to give it to you. 

“Thank you.” You say gratefully. He raises his glass up to you, grabbing for your white wine,  your glass meets his in a clinking celebration. 

A rich note strikes from the piano. The warm cadence of a new song catches your attention, drawing you to look over at where the musician's hands move effortlessly over the keys. After a few chorus plays through the second half, you redirect your attention back to the table. Your heart flutters with vibrancy at the way Dave is already looking at you. A reverent gaze that gives you the idea that his eyes have been drawn to you the entire time.

“What?” You ask. Your playful confusion has Dave chuckling, his fingers rub steadily over his bottom lip. 

“Nothing. Just—“ Dave knows the moment he says it, there’s no turning back. He’s been silently gauging your demeanor. Noting how you fiddle with the silverware when you’re talking. Or the way you look at him with a subdued intensity, not allowing yourself to truly express your feelings to him— or for him. 

With a deep breath and burning confidence, Dave’s willing to take a leap of faith to break the nervous tension that is strung tightly between you both.

“Just what?” Encouraging him to continue. Your fingers twisting your napkin in your lap, each revolution pulling it tighter and tighter in your grip. 

“Just admiring how beautiful you look right now. Something I never fully allowed myself to do before this evening.” He sees the way you react to his words. Relief or a validation of your own feelings. 

“How come?” You have a feeling you already know, but you want to hear him say it. 

“You’re Carol’s friend. I didn’t want to ever make you uncomfortable.” 

“You’ve never made me feel anything but comfortable, Dave.” It’s the truth. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so comfortable or safe with anyone. “But I get what you mean. With you being Carol’s ex-husband and that unspoken understanding of respecting her boundaries as her friend. I guess I’ve always been happy with being just your friend, too. But clearly she has a very strong opinion about us though.” 

You both laugh, knowing how determined Carol gets when she has a feeling about something. 

You both take a moment. No words needed or spoken. Neither of you are willing to wipe the absurd smiles off of your faces, while you stare at each other with an unbridled sense of fondness. The rest of dinner carries on with a better sense of purpose and understanding between you both. Endless conversation exchanged well into dessert. An eagerness to know more about each other before the evening’s end. 

*

It’s a velvety darkness that welcomes you the moment you both step out onto the sidewalk outside the restaurant. White tuffs of clouds drift through the sky, shrouding the moon and stars' usual intense glow for diffused lambency. 

The town’s streets are filled with an abundance of Christmas lights hung from store fronts and wrapped around tree bases, providing a perfect backdrop for an after dinner stroll. 

“Do you want to take a walk? Look at the lights before we call it a night?” Not really wanting to rush home any time soon, hoping to rack up more time with Dave as possible. 

“Sure. Here, take my jacket though, you’re gonna freeze out here.” He could tell you were trying to bravely endure the cold air nipping at your bare skin, but the goosebumps covering your arms and the slight shivering would have you freezing in no time. 

He doesn’t really give you an option, draping the leather jacket over your shoulders. The warmth is welcomed as you pull it tightly against you, grateful the moment a brisk breeze picks up and sweeps through the air. 

“Thank you.” You say as you both begin to walk in step together down the festively lit sidewalk. 

“Of course. Any time.” Dave says with a soft smile. His hands tucked securely into his jeans as he does his best to keep the chilly air at bay. 

A group of carolers offer a special serenade of Christmas classics, Dave and you both stopping to enjoy the merriment their harmonies add to the atmosphere. Dave tosses a few generous bills into their tip jar before you both continue your stroll. 

“What are your plans for Christmas?” You know him and Carol have a great system for the girls, always making sure they both get equal time with them. 

“I get to have the girls Christmas Eve this year. Well open gifts Christmas morning and do our tradition of pancakes for breakfast before Carol picks them up.” You love that he has a special tradition with the girls, there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for them. 

“Carol said they’re asking for a dog this year?” Remembering how Carol had mentioned the girls had been begging for a dog for the better part of the year. So it was no surprise when you had heard they were forgoing Barbie’s and clothes in hopes to add a new furry companion to the family. 

“Yeah. They sat us down last week with a full blown presentation on why they think we should get them one.” 

“What was one of their reasons?” Knowing full well Molly and Alice probably had a decent list of all the reasons for getting one. 

“I think the top reason was that a dog would make me less grumpy.” His brows pinch together with his signature grumpy expression, the reason seemingly obvious at this moment. 

“Oh my god, Dave! They deserve a dog just for their efforts alone!” You bite back a snicker, loving how the girls didn’t hold back one bit. Although, you do find his grumpy expressions cute and charming. 

“Go on, laugh it up.” He shakes his head at your teasing. “What about you? Do you have any plans for Christmas?” Dave asks. His shoulder lightly bumps against you as you continue to walk in a close proximity to him. 

“If you call feasting on a rotisserie chicken straight out of the container while rewatching Die Hard an unhealthy amount of times, plans— then yes, I have plans.” You try to say with a straight face, but fall into a fit of laughter when you see the empathetic look on Dave’s face. “I’m kidding, mostly. I usually spend Christmas with my parents, but they’re out of town this year. So it’s just me— and John McClane.” 

“Hey.” Dave grabs your hand, pulling you to a stop with him. His eyes flitting over your face, his thumb brushing over the top of your hand he’s still holding. “Why don’t you come over once Carol gets the girls. I can make dinner and we watch Die Hard a healthy amount of times together, if you want?”

There’s a warmth that radiates through you at his offer. You feel giddy at the thought of spending Christmas, alone, with Dave. You don’t know quite yet what this thing that’s blooming between you is, but you trust that Dave will catch you— especially with how you’re thoroughly falling for him. 

“I’d love that— oh shit! Dave, come here!” Your hand now wrapped around his as you try to pull him from where he’s standing. His stubborn body is rooted in place, not moving as you continue to hold him while looking at something overhead that caught your attention. 

Dave catches your line of sight. Looking up to see a bundle of mistletoe hanging from the shop sight you both were standing under. He looks back to you, panic stricken by the sight of the green foliage dangling above. He steps closer to you, his lopsided grin slowly becoming a more pronounced smile. 

“Dave, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s just silly mistletoe.” 

“Isn’t there some sort of thing about bad luck if we don’t?” He slowly starts to lean in towards you, his eyes searching for any kind of hesitation in yours. 

“I don’t think that’s a thing.” You murmur. Your stomach flips with anticipation. 

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” 

His lips are softer than you could ever have imagined. For even the briefest of kisses, it feels electric and warm. 

Dave pulls back slightly, his gaze oscillating between your lips and your eyes, taking in the blissed out look you have. Silent confirmation that you were craving it as much as he was. 

It’s dizzying passion when Dave’s lips crash into yours. One of his hands cradles the back of your head as the other snakes around your lower back, pulling you flush against him. Taking advantage of the way your mouth opens for him, his tongue moving over yours with a fiery fierceness. 

It feels right and perfect as you continue to revel in the way he deepens the kiss with each passing breath. His jacket falling from your shoulders to the ground as your hands clutch firmly at the front of Dave’s t-shirt. Your mind is a fuzzy mess of thoughts, swirling about, all focused on Dave and this monumental release. 

A whine escapes when Dave pulls away for the second time. His forehead resting on yours. Mouths hanging open, vapor puffs hitting the cold air as you both try to catch your breath. 

“Dave York. Great conversationalist, devoted father, devastatingly handsome and exceptional kisser— checks all my boxes.” You purr at him. 

“Hmm. The first two seem like a given. Handsome?” Asks as he continues to hold you close to him. 

“Mmhmm.”

“And what was it? Exceptional kisser?” Cradling the side of your face, recalling exactly how you described the kiss. 

“No complaints from me. At all.” Your teeth catching your bottom lip, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers tangling in his soft chestnut hair. 

“Not a single one?” His nose gently nudges against yours. 

“Well— maybe one. My only complaint would be if you never kissed me again.” You shake your head. The thought of never feeling his lips against yours again would be soul crushing. 

“I guess it’s a good thing I look forward to doing it again.” He assures you. 

“That so?” 

His fingers lightly grip your chin, bringing your lips closer to his. This time the kiss is slower, gentle, still conveying just as much affection and intentness as before. 

“I definitely could get used to more of that.” You say breathlessly. 

“Yeah? How about we take things slow? You promise me another date. I’ll promise to keep kissing you— exceptionally well.” A promise he’s more than willing to keep. 

“I like the sound of that.” Pulling him back for another kiss. 

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Fictober 2019 Day 23: “You can’t give more than yourself.”

Rating: T | Word Count: 1671 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones Relationship: Jaime Lannister / Brienne of Tarth Tags: Alternate Universe – College/University Notes: Sort of a sequel to Day 5′s college AU

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There’s no other word for it.

Brienne’s dorm room is tiny.

She only chose it because it was the cheapest option that still allowed her to have her own personal space. Plus it had an attached bathroom—also tiny, but it was just hers.

The thing is, Brienne’s dorm room was tiny even when she was the only one in it. Now there’s a Jaime in it too, almost always.

Oh, she was perfectly fine with it those handful of times he had been in her dorm room in the last gasp of the last semester, when they were working on that Medieval Studies assignment. With the two of them sprawled on the floor, books and notes and laptops and all, they basically covered the entire available floor space. She was perfectly fine with it then, because it was temporary.

And then she had gone and kissed him.

Then they hadn’t seen each other for the whole break—she went back to Tarth, he split his time between King’s Landing and Casterly Rock—and now they were five weeks deep into the new semester, and he just wouldn’t leave. He has a gigantic apartment just outside of campus, and he chooses to be here.

Fine, so he shares that gigantic apartment with his twin sister Cersei, who’s apparently not taking the news of his relationship with Brienne very well, for whatever reason. Brienne knows he just doesn’t want to be around his sister right now, and she’s honestly, truly flattered that he’d want to spend time with her, but—does it have to happen in her dorm room? Her tiny dorm room?

She suspects that the only reason he’s not sleeping here, besides the rules about overnight guests, is that her bed is similarly tiny. They still haven’t progressed much further than—okay, they had gone quite a bit further than kissing. But they haven’t really done anything that technically required the use of a bed. They did, however, attempt to cuddle a few times, and those few times had ended with Jaime on the floor. Jaime spending the whole night in bed with her, even just sleeping beside her fully clothed, would be physically impossible.

At least she’s gotten him to stop talking so much when she’s working. When I’m at my desk, don’t talk to me unless it’s urgent, she finally told him two weeks ago. Just sit on my bed, or wherever, do whatever you want, as long as you don’t talk to me while I’m working. She felt, bizarrely, like she was trying to train a dog. Sit. Stay.

He’s lying on the bed now, quietly flipping through one of the books she brought with her from Tarth that she thought might be useful this semester. She’s eyeballs deep in an essay due tomorrow, and trying very hard to ignore the sound of those flipping pages.

And then Brienne hears: “Wench.”

She didn’t say he was the most obedient dog.

Brienne ignores Jaime, too focused on trying to get the phrasing right for this one sentence that’s been bothering her for the past twenty minutes.

“Brienne,” he calls again.

She turns around and sighs. “Is this urgent, Jaime?”

He flips the book around and points to a note in the margins. “What’s this?” He turns it back and reads it out: “It says, ‘You can’t give more—’”

“Oh!” Brienne exclaims, trying her hardest not to blush. She remembers exactly when and why she wrote those words. “I forgot I wrote that in there.”

“What does it mean? ‘You can’t give more than yourself’? Doesn’t seem to relate to anything on this page.”

Brienne rests her arm across the back of her chair, and picks at the woodgrain. “It’s something my dad used to tell me. I always—remember how I told you how I’ve always pushed myself really hard? In school, or sports, or whatever?”

She doesn’t lift her gaze from the woodgrain, but she sees Jaime nod at the periphery of her vision.

“I always wanted to prove I was more than just—my body. More than what all the bullies thought of me. Sometimes my dad thought I was pushing myself too much. ‘You can’t give more than yourself’, he would say. But I thought it was nonsense. I even told him so, sometimes. I was always trying to be more.” She laughs; lightly, sardonically. “Which I suppose is kinda funny, because I always wished my body could be less.”

Brienne knows Jaime will be tempted to respond to that, say something about how he likes her body the way that it is, but she doesn’t want to hear it. She looks up then, just to silence him—he did have his mouth half-open, on the verge of words, but he meets her eyes and closes it. What they have between them is new, fragile—they haven’t figured out yet how to talk about her body in a way that’s comfortable for her. Just as they haven’t figured out yet how to talk about Cersei, or the rest of his family, in a way that’s comfortable for him.

After a beat, Jaime lies back on the bed, the book face down on his chest. “You know,” he says to the ceiling, “my father always wanted me to give more. To be more. My sister, too, in some ways. Something… closer to what they wanted me to be. They didn’t put it quite like that, that I had to give more than myself. But it was implied, I guess.”

“Oh,” Brienne replies, simply. She doesn’t think Jaime is quite ready to talk about all that. He said those words as if he’d just realised all of that in this very moment. She takes a breath instead, prepares herself to tell him the truth of that note in the margin.

“I wrote that phrase there over break.”

“Ah,” Jaime says as he lifts the book up from his chest to scrutinise the words again. “I thought this seemed pretty recent.”

“Yeah. I was… I was trying to read the book. But I was getting distracted.” She bites her lip. “I was thinking of you. Of us.”

He turns his head to look at her, a pleased expression on his face, but waits for her to continue.

“My dad thought I was working too hard again, studying over break. I was actually texting you half the time I was trying to study, but he didn’t know that.” Brienne smiles as she thinks of how she sandwiched her phone between the pages of her books, and the excitement she felt every time it lit up with Jaime’s name, even though he was texting her so frequently she barely had time to anticipate each new message. “So he said that to me again. ‘You can’t give more than yourself.’ And then, for what felt like the first time, I thought—oh. I don’t want to.”

“How so?”

“I guess—I don’t know. I felt like, with you, I just had to be me. Like I was enough for you, and you didn’t need me to be more. I mean, all we had done at the time was kiss, and we hadn’t even talked about what we were supposed to be, to each other.”

Pretty much the moment they had got back from break, they had forced themselves through the world’s most awkward conversation—in Brienne’s tiny dorm room, of course—in order to clarify things between them. But those weeks apart, they were really nothing more than classmates who happened to have kissed, and who couldn’t stop texting each other.

“It was kinda early for me to feel that way, I suppose,” Brienne continues, conscious still of Jaime’s eyes on her, of the generosity of his silence. “But the whole time I was on Tarth, I would wake up every morning and think, ‘This is the day he stops texting me.’ But you always did. And it was—it was nice. To feel like I was enough for someone, even for just a moment. Even just over text. Even though I… I don’t always feel enough for myself.”

Brienne sits up, retracts her arm from the back of the chair. She feels stripped bare by her own confessions. “Anyway.” She wraps her arms around herself, tucks her chin into her chest. “That’s why I doodled that in the book. I guess I was thinking about how this sentence I had known for so long could feel so different. Almost like it had a different meaning.”

Jaime is quiet for a long while. He won’t tear his eyes from her, but he’s not saying anything. Her dorm room feels tinier than ever; the silence is congealing around them, a third living entity taking up the space between her desk and her bed.

But just as Brienne starts to feel some regret at sharing those thoughts—was it too soon? too much? more than I should have said?—Jaime asks:

“Wanna take a break?”

Brienne looks up. “Huh?”

“You’ve been at that essay for hours,” he says, shifting towards the wall. “Take a break. Come here.” He pats the space he’s made for her on the bed.

“We can’t fit, Jaime,” Brienne laughs. He didn’t respond to anything she said, not with words, but she finds she doesn’t mind. “We’ve tried.”

“You’re on the outside this time,” he smirks. “It’s your responsibility to not fall off.”

She does fall off, later. She brings Jaime down to the floor with her, of course—he deserves the same fate, for distracting her from her essay. They kiss there on the carpet—where there’s just enough space for them both—and suddenly Brienne knows exactly how she should phrase that stupid sentence she’s been struggling with.

But she’ll deal with that later. Now—now is for kissing Jaime. She thinks, between breaths, that she’d like to make her own amendment to her father’s words. It’s not that you can’t—it’s that you don’t have to give more than yourself. Not to the ones who matter. That’s what she should have doodled in the margins instead.

#fictober19 #jaime x brienne #braime #my fic #thanks to jen for the idea! #and this sounds so different from the first instalment #office AU turned super soft by part 2 too #it's like i can't sustain crack for more than one story at most

[lavienjin]

pen pals (with benefits) | jjk | (i.)

Summary: You and Jungkook never got along ever since The Incident™. As fate would have it, you're paired up with him to complete a psychology project that will span the entire semester. When an innocent touch goes a little too far, a contract is made to protect the two of you from hurting each other, although it might be a bit too late.

EDIT: this series has been discontinued.

♠ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader ♠ Word Count: 9,126 ♠ Genre/AU: Smut & Fluff • college au • fwb to lovers au • enemies to lovers au ♠ Rating: 18+. This work and its subsequent chapters are not suitable for younger audiences. ♠ Warnings: strong language • alcohol consumption • fingering • protected sex • multiple orgasms • name calling • cock warming • slight blowjob (y/n puts on the condom with her mouth) • jungkook has a big dick (of course) • soft dom!jk ♠ Author's Note: it's here! first part of a new series i'm working on while i try to tie the ending for the assistant. huge thank you to @xiaokoo and @monvante for beta reading this monster of a first chapter! isabella, thank you for letting me freak out on you while trying to find the perfect title for this series. there is some slight angst in the middle chapters, i wanted to let y'all know now! chapter 2 is coming next week or so (june 7th is the projected date). ♠ ao3

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"Professor, please reconsider. I'm an excellent student. I can do the project myself if I have to… Is there a way that I don't have to be paired up with him?"

Professor Na shakes his head, his eyes sad and apologetic. "I'm sorry, but this is a collaborative effort that's going to go into your final grade. I cannot have you working on such a massive project alone.”

He sighs again, pushing up his circular glasses when your face casts down, dejected. "Plus, you didn't tell me your preferred partner and I've mentioned since the beginning of the semester that one will be randomly given to you after the 24th."

A silence fills Professor Na's office as you struggle to keep your tears in check. You're currently reaping what you sow for your tardiness, though, to be fair, you are a sophomore in a senior level class and you weren't familiar with the classmates. So, you let the 24th pass you by in hopes of being paired with someone, knowing that you'll have to do most of the work anyway. But you didn't think the professor would assign him as your partner, out of the thousands that sit in the 8am lecture hall with you.

You bow to Professor Na, muttering a quick 'thank you' before leaving his office. You know better than to argue with an authoritative figure, but you sulk anyway as you make your way back to your apartment.

Jeon Jungkook has returned to disrupt your peaceful college life.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Jeehyun rubs at your back sympathetically while you wail at the pillow, misery casting its shadow over you like a dark cloud.

"I didn't even know he's in that class. I mean, I thought I was the only sophomore in that class."

Your roommate sighs, her rubs turning into pats on your back as she tries to cheer you up. Jeehyun was the first person you met on orientation week, the two of you immediately forming a tight bond over shared history with boys and family. Just like you, she was bright, having skipped a lot of the general studies classes due to the high marks she received in high school. The late nights in the library with her as your only companion helped you ease into the world of university and when it was time to move into sophomore year, it was a no-brainer to live together again.

"Tell you what," Jeehyun sing-songs cheerfully, pulling you out of your horizontal state to sit up. "Let's get you some kimbap and Aunt Ji's super spicy kimchi before we get started on homework tonight."

You sniffle and pout at your roommate while she gives you the biggest smile in the world. "Come on… I'll pay~" she draws out the last syllable, and you form a small smile in return, laughter bubbling over as you watch Jeehyun bat her eyelashes at you.

"Okay, okay, let me get my purse."

You make quick work of dinner, the two of you trading gossip and discussing the piles of assignments you had to finish that night. After eating, you head straight to the library with Jeehyun and find a secluded booth where the two of you won't get disturbed.

"I think you should BCC Professor Na in all the communications you have with Jungkook," she suggests mid-typing.

You were going through your psychology reading when she mentioned the topic out of the blue, startling you. "Wh- Huh?"

"I mean think about it, if Jungkook isn't cooperative, you'll have tons of evidence at the end of the semester that shows your willingness to try and communicate for the sake of the project."

Putting a bookmark on the page, you ruminate at Jeehyun's words. On one hand, you will have evidence of your efforts iif Jungkook refuses to cooperate. On the other hand, it would greatly inconvenience Professor Na, who's currently busy with his own research grant. You sigh, drumming the table lightly with your fingers.

"Professor Na's incredibly busy. I think I'm just going to see how the first couple of emails go and I'll let him know if Jungkook doesn't respond or whatever..." you ponder aloud, mostly to yourself than Jeehyun.

The girl in front of you just shrugs, resuming the assignment in front of her. You pause your reading to open up your own laptop, typing out an email before firing it off. Within minutes, you have a response back from Jungkook, who included a time and date to meet to discuss the project.

"Did he email back?"

"Yeah, pretty quickly too. He's also suggested a time and place to meet."

Jeehyun hums in satisfaction, glad to see that her roommate is perking up. "I mean, that's a good thing, right?"

You nod in response, though you can't hide your surprise at his cooperation. All the memories you had involving Jungkook weren't pleasant and though it seems silly in retrospect, especially now that you're both in your twenties and graduating college in a few years, you've harbored a grudge on the guy for breaking your favourite pen in fourth grade.

Your best friend at the time, Suha, had run up to you during recess, asking you to come quickly to your classroom, her voice sounding urgent. Heart thumping, the two of you took the stairs three at a time and you wondered the severity of the incident if Suha had to fetch you in the middle of playing. When you open the sliding doors, you find Jungkook standing over your desk, your pink pen broken in two distinct pieces. It was silly; inconsequential at best, but you had won it at the grade school's championship spelling bee. And it was a big deal to be the only fourth grader allowed to use a pen instead of a pencil. Not only did Jungkook not apologise for ruining your stuff, he accused you of lying when you screamed at the teacher about what had happened.

"He did! He broke my pen!" you cried, your voice shrill and anxious, tugging at the arm of your homeroom teacher, who came out of the office to see what the commotion was about.

"I didn't!" Jungkook yelled at you, brown eyes looking at the teacher in despair. "Ms. Kim, I promise I didn't break the pen!"

"Then why were you standing on my desk with the pen shattered, stupid?" you seethed, hot tears flowing freely from your eyes.

Before the argument worsens, the teacher puts herself in between the two of you, smiling softly at you first. "We don't use that kind of language in my classroom," she scolds you lightly. Turning her way towards Jungkook, she knelt to meet his eyes. "And Jungkook, did you break the pen?"

Jungkook's eyes searched through the teacher's face, his shoulders curving inwards. "I didn't, Ms. Kim… I really didn't break the pen, she's lying."

Ms. Kim sighed in defeat and tried to comfort you through your tears, stroking your hair gently. "Jungkook said he didn't do it. It must've been an accident. We are a team and a family and we should treat each other as such." Even at a young age, you knew what your teacher had insinuated.

You sniffled loudly, wiping your tears with your sleeve. "I'm sorry I called you stupid, Jungkook."

Jungkook mumbled a response, too quiet for you to hear, but it seemed to satisfy Ms. Kim greatly. "Okay, recess is ending in about 20 minutes, how about the two of you go out and get some fresh air?"

The two of you shuffled out of the hallway towards the playground, but before you reached the doors, you called out to Jungkook, hands balling into fists at your side. "I didn't hear you say 'sorry'," you insisted.

"That's 'cause I have nothing to apologise for," he sneered back, sticking his tongue at you before running off towards his friends.

You were shocked and appalled. When you found Suha at the tail end at recess, you vowed to never involve yourself with Jeon Jungkook ever again.

---

"That's the story of why you hate him so much?" Jeehyun's mouth gapes after the tale.

You groan under her scrutiny. "God, I know it's stupid, but I feel like I'm betraying my younger self for being his partner for a project. I spent so many of my years avoiding even the thought of him."

After grade school, the consequent years were a quiet blessing, Jungkook and you were always in different classes and it made forgetting him all the more easier. When you saw his dark mop of hair during freshman orientation week, you made a beeline away and bumped into Jeehyun, your current best friend and roommate.

"Forgive me for this, but that's bullshit. Come on, that happened ages ago, can't you just forgive and move on? I mean, I'll get you a pen if it really means that much to you," Jeehyun giggles.

"I know, I know. I just… it's not the pen itself. It's this sense of achievement, you know? It was the first prize for the school's spelling bee. Like, I was spelling against the best and brightest in sixth grade! Also, the fact that he never apologised doesn't sit right with me either!" you puff your cheeks in irritation, a pout forming your lips.

Jeehyun laughs a little louder at the ridiculous look on your face, causing a few patrons in the library to eye you suspiciously. When one of them shushes at your booth, Jeehyun throws up a particular finger without looking, a quiet familiar laugh reaches your ears from the general direction. Quickly dropping to a whisper, her face leans closer towards yours.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad about your achievement but it's also been- what? Eleven years since this happened? You need to let go, babe."

You roll your eyes even though you know she's right. There are other reasons why you can't stand the sight of Jeon Jungkook, but having to explain it to your roommate in the middle of the library sounds exhausting. All the "accidental" hits of a basketball to the back of your head, the Suha™ incident where your once best friend developed a massive crush on him and blamed you when she was rejected… All the little things that make your subsequent years of schooling a nightmare. You consider yourself lucky when he stopped being such a dick when he found himself a girlfriend in high school. Sighing at the rolodex of memories that flee by, you open your psychology textbook to resume your reading, but you end up skimming the page because your mind wanders elsewhere for the night.

---

The place Jungkook had chosen is the coffee shop across from the science building. The ambient indie music playing through the speakers isn't one you recognize, but the smell of coffee envelopes you into a tight, warm hug. Your favourite barista and one of your dearest friends in the program waves at you enthusiastically behind the counter and you approach it with a smile of your own.

"Joon!" you exclaim, the familiar nickname spilling from your lips. "Have you broken any more mugs?"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," Namjoon retorts playfully, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, what's it going to be today? Caramel or mocha?"

"Caramel, please!"

As you pay, another member of your group of friends appears from the back, smiling wide at the sight of you. Jimin, in his boundless energy, comes from behind the counter to give you a big hug, acting like it's been years since he's seen you. In reality, it was Jimin that Jeehyun flipped off last night at the library and the cotton candy haired man had come towards your table after you tried for the nth time to read about the effects of stress and the human psyche. The three of you ended up going for drinks after, the night ending tremendously well despite the weird nagging feeling you felt about Jungkook.

"It's nice when I get to see you! How are your classes today? You don't have a hangover from last night, right?" Jimin frets angelically.

"I'm fine! I'm actually surprised about that because I could've sworn I downed half a bottle of vodka."

"Yeah… about that… I replaced it with water. Lots and lots of water."

You don't have to be a math major like Jimin to know that the equations add up. If drinking was part of the Olympic games, Jimin would take gold at every single iteration. Not only did alcohol seemingly not affect him, he was a great friend to be drinking with, since he's so quick to take care of everyone, pumping you with snacks and water to avoid any pain the next morning.

"Oh, by the way, just before you came in, Namjoon broke two more mugs," he grins devilishly, waggling at his eyebrows and speaking loudly enough so Namjoon hears.

"HEY! PARK JIMIN!" Namjoon calls out indignantly behind the counter.

The two of you laugh at Namjoon's reddening face and you apologise hastily for teasing him too much. How Namjoon hasn't gotten fired yet is a mystery, especially with the excessive amount of mugs and trinkets he's broken and pastries he's burnt. At one point, Jimin and his other coworker had produced a scrapbook for Namjoon's one year of working at the coffee shop. Inside, there were pictures of a dejected Namjoon picking up glass and pastries with dates scribbled on the side from his many adventures throughout his employment history. In his great patience bestowed by the gods, Namjoon simply laughed, sheepishly embarrassed at the amount of times he's fucked up. Jimin had apologised later and had given Namjoon's actual gift: a highly indestructible and spill-proof coffee mug. From the latest update, it seems like accidents around his apartment were becoming more infrequent ever since he started using it.

After another round of gossip, Namjoon calls your name, indicating that your order is good to go. You scan the shop at the studious college students, trying to locate the “gentleman” you're supposed to meet with today. It seems like he isn't here yet, so you bid Jimin and Namjoon adieu to find yourself a seat in one of the booths closest to the window.

Opening your laptop, you edit a paper you've been writing for class as you wait for Jungkook. The seconds tick by and you are so absorbed in your work that you jump when he slides into the booth in front of you. He jumps too, not expecting your reaction, thankfully the coffee in his hands remains intact.

Jungkook scowls at you, lips turning into a straight line. "Thanks for giving me a heart attack."

You scrunch your nose at him, the sound of his voice reminding you of what happened all those years ago. "Hey, you're late," you accuse, crossing your arms in front of you.

"Yeah, some of us have a life," he snorts sarcastically as he rolls his eyes.

Your blood boils at his comment and you breathe slowly through your nose to avoid snapping back. You plaster on your customer service smile, trying to think of positive things instead of the jerk sitting right in front of you

"What are you doing? That's creepy," Jungkook's voice breaks through your calming thoughts.

Remember the peaceful ocean, the waves ebb to the shore. Just like them, so you should be. You hear your yoga instructor in your mind, resolutely ignoring Jungkook.

"Hello?" he calls out annoyingly, waving a hand in front of your face to get your attention.

You sigh, all calming thoughts dissipating from your body and in its place is a monster of irritation. "Okay," you bristle irritably, slapping his hand away. "We have a range of topics to choose from, what are you thinking of doing?"

"Feisty," he mumbles before casting his eyes at the details in the syllabus.

The two of you read in silence, mulling over the topics in your heads. You sneak a glance at Jungkook, finally admiring his features after only seeing it from afar. Though his hair has met with many colours, this time, he's settled with a deep purple. Jungkook's face remains the same from childhood, though he's lost all the chubbiness in his cheeks, his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones making their appearance. The furrow in his eyebrows is still the same and his once alabaster skin has formed a nice tan after playing sports in high school. The main difference lies on his right arm, black ink twists across every inch of skin and you sneak another glance to make sense of the tattoos. Your favourite so far are the words to the Nirvana song, the words simple and short: rather be dead than cool.

"Are you done ogling or do you need more time?" Jungkook shoots an eyebrow straight up to the sky.

Your face reddens as you look away, watching the table next to you studiously. Jungkook chuckles at your uneasiness, completely in his element. "Have you chosen a topic then? Since you have time to check me out?"

You groan, your eyes skimming the top of the ceiling of the coffee shop before landing back on his mocha coloured ones. Sighing, you push your syllabus towards him to point at the page. "How about group behaviour? Stanford's experiment can be our focal point and I think it's one that no one's chosen yet."

You happen to glance at Jungkook's clean syllabus and you wonder how he gets such good grades to end up in the same senior class as you do. Your own syllabus is filled with notes and shapes that are haphazardly scribbled about, so you can remember as much information as you possibly can.

"That's interesting… But we have to use something else besides Stanford…" Jungkook trails off as he searches for something on his phone, typing furiously at the screen. "Look."

Jungkook turns his phone towards you and in big bolded letters, there lies an article about the unethicalness and fraudulent aspects of the experiment. He takes it back before showing it again to you, a different webpage this time that details the same thing. "I mean, I'm sure Professor Na won't mind, but it'd be unethical to use this."

You blink rapidly at his statement, stunned silent. Jungkook? Spouting moral bullshit when he broke your favourite and most treasured pen years ago? You chastise yourself, trying to return your focus to the task at hand, though you gnaw at your bottom lip to keep the thoughts from spilling out.

"Okay… Should we focus on group behaviour or dive into something else?" You skim the syllabus again to find another interesting topic.

"How about stress and its effect on memory? We'll be able to use something like Yullie and Cutshall in our experiment, though we're definitely not involving anyone in an accident."

"Wait… huh?" You blink slowly in confusion, unsure if you had heard him correctly.

He sighs irritably under his breath, flipping through the syllabus to land on the "END PROJECT" section. Jungkook slides his syllabus towards you and points at a paragraph, highlighted in yellow. Skimming through the paragraph only causes your eyes to widen further. So, it isn't enough for the two of you to write a massive paper for the end of the year, but you must conduct an experiment to support your point.

'About 50 people are suggested, however, talk to Professor Na if you need more.'

"How did I not know this?" You pinch the bridge of your nose, the stress already creeping up on your spine.

Jungkook snorts at your dramatics, pulling his syllabus back towards him. "How did someone so unprepared end up in the same senior class as me?" he scoffs.

You stick your tongue out at him when he's not looking, the one defiance you're allowing yourself to have. "So, what do we do with the experiment? Do you have any ideas?"

Jungkook purses his lips, tapping his finger on the wooden table of the booth. "Ah, how about we have the subjects try to memorise a list of words? One group can have calm, classical music to aid them and the other will have loud, metal music playing through the speakers at random intervals."

"That's… really smart, Jungkook," you reply awestruck. "To make this quick, we can give each group 5 minutes to memorise the words on the list. Does that sound fair?"

Jungkook nods, typing at his laptop, presumably taking notes. You scramble to write them too, starting with a proposal to Professor Na. "Jungkook-"

"Hm?"

"Can you take a look at the proposal for me?"

"Can't do it yourself, huh? We're in college, I don't need to hold your hand."

"Motherfucker, this is for our project. If you don't want to take a look at it, then fine," you seethe.

But before your fingers hit the 'Send' button, Jungkook steals the laptop from underneath your fingers, rapidly reading through the email you drafted. When he returns the laptop to you, he nods in affirmation, reminding you to CC him in the communication. You roll your eyes in response before the two of you are quiet once more, lost in your own worlds. The clattering sound of your keyboards accompany the quiet chatter around you. Jungkook hums as he works, completely oblivious to the fact that you're still in front of him. Something stirs inside you as you watch the boy hunch over his laptop, his voice sweet and angelic as he finally starts to sing quietly to himself. Shaking your head slightly, you return to your assignment, composing an abstract for the paper you're going to write with Jungkook, just missing the way his own eyes land on you. And you certainly didn't catch the hitch in his voice as he sings.

You don't know how much time has passed until Jimin comes to your booth, knocking at the wood paneling to announce his arrival.

"Hey, you two. It's almost the end of my shift, which means we're closing up shop pretty soon."

Squinting at Jimin, you stare in confusion before he points at the outside sky with his chin. It is well after dark, the clock on the bottom right of your laptop screen suggesting the same thing. Looking at your phone, it comes to no surprise to see Jeehyun texting you with worry, wondering where you disappeared to. You type up a quick apology, asking if she's had dinner.

[jee-bee]: not yet! Aunt Ji's?

You smile at your phone, knowing that for the remainder of college, you don't have to eat alone. In one of the many endless nights of talking about your lives, she mentioned coming from a big family and had worried about eating alone because she wasn't used to it. You empathize with her situation, since you spent most of your nights eating alone back at your parents place. The two of you made a pact, declaring that from then on, you'd always eat dinner together.

"Boyfriend?"

Oh yeah, Jungkook's still there, isn't he? "None of your business," you mutter without looking up.

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, typing a few more lines in his laptop before packing it away. You receive an email notification from him with an attachment, a shared document for your project. In the span of your time at the coffee shop, he had written a good chunk of the essay, appendix filling up with research he's mentioned in the paper.

"Meet me here again tomorrow. Same time," he commands before disappearing out the door.

---

"That fucker!" you shout, slamming your beer can down on the table.

Ever the extrovert, Jimin hears about your dinner plans with Jeehyun and decides to tag along. The third greatest thing about being friends with Jimin? Alcohol abounds.

"No swearing at the dinner table," Jeehyun smacks your arm lightly, pointing her chopsticks at you threateningly to prove her point.

You grumble an apology, your mind already cloudy with the alcohol you keep slamming down your throat. There will be a point at the night where Jimin swaps what you're drinking with water, but you're not that far gone yet. You hope he'll forget about it and let you drink your fill. He busies himself with his phone, keeping an eye on you out of the corner of his eyes.

"Okay," Jimin says with finality. "Who are we talking about?"

"Jungkook," Jeehyun replies, though with a mouth stuffed full with kimchi, all that comes out is a garbled version of the name. After swallowing her food, she tries again, his name coming out clearer than before.

"UGH! Get his filthy name out of your mouth. You'll catch his stupid and I can't have that."

The two companions laugh at your outburst, your irritation fueling their humour. "Come on, he can't be that bad, can he?" Jimin pokes, having not heard about "the incident."

You recount the tale to Jimin, the man snickering louder with every sentence, clearly not understanding your pain.

"How dare he speak of morals when he can't even apologise for breaking my stuff?"

"Just be the bigger person and let it go!" Jimin is now full on laughing, clutching at his stomach while a hand goes to cover his mouth. He leans back a little too far, almost slipping from his chair.

"That's what I keep telling her!" Jeehyun agrees, nodding sagely.

Should you forgive Jungkook for what he's done? Jeehyun and Jimin make a solid point - it's been years since it happened and you've made plenty of achievements to make up for the broken pen. You mull it over, drink in hand, as your mood sours.

---

Despite Jimin's best attempts at making sure you leave the gathering without so much as a scratch, your head pounds as soon as you wake up, and on your bedside table, a little note underneath a glass of water and two capsules of aspirin reads:

You're lucky I stopped us from being permanently banned from Aunt Ji's because of your drunken ass last night.

x Jimin

You sit up too quickly, your throbbing head pulls you back down to your pillow, a groan escaping your lips. Your phone buzzes from the nightstand and when you lift the LCD towards your face, Jimin's picture floats in time with the buzzing.

"Yeah?" you rasp, chugging the water along with the aspirin.

"Ah, good, you're awake!" Jimin's voice crackles on the other end. "I was worried you'd die since you barely moved when we accidentally dropped you on the ground."

"You did what?"

Jimin snickers, his vibrant laughter causing you to wince as you wait for the aspirin to settle in your stomach.

"Yeah, sorry about that, if you find a bruise on your leg that's totally our bad."

At Jimin's words, you wince at the pain flaring through your leg. Upon inspecting it, angry red welts appear on your skin, though it won't turn into bruises, they still fucking hurt. You rub them absentmindedly, trying to soothe the sting of pain by standing up to grab more water. Jimin is talking to you about his day and about your antics the night before.

"Good news, we didn't get kicked out of Aunt Ji's restaurant."

"What even happened last night?"

Jimin laughs again and when he speaks, his tone is dripping with mischief. "Jungkook stopped by and you almost cursed him out as soon as you saw him. I promise you didn't get very far because we hauled ass out of there while Jeehyun paid for the meal."

You are the luckiest person in the campus - nay, the world, for having friends that will stop you from committing murder or, at the very least, a total embarrassment out of yourself.

The bits and pieces of the memories trickle in slowly: the shock you felt when Jungkook appeared through the door, as though materializing out of thin air when you were just thinking about forgiving him. He wasn't alone, another man you're not familiar with coming into view. As soon as his eyes landed on yours, he smirked, whispering to his companion while pointing at you. You tried to ignore the burning feeling of shame in your stomach, but his actions only spurred you on. Jimin must have stopped your drunk self from lunging past the table towards Jungkook, fireman carrying you out of the establishment. That's where the memories stopped and the last thing you remembered before blacking out is Jimin's scolding and Jungkook's mirthful laughter.

"God, I'm so lucky to have you, Jimin."

"Damn straight. You're banned from drinking until the weekend arrives. I know you don't have class, but you still have that meeting with Jungkook this afternoon."

You scrunch your nose, puzzled at the information. "How'd you know that?"

On the other end of the line, your friend sighs dramatically. "I worked yesterday. And it was all you could talk about during dinner."

You only managed a small 'Oh' before letting Jimin continue the conversation. He reminds you to take the aspirin (which you did) and drink tons of water (which you are currently doing) before he ends the call, promising to send Jeehyun to swing by the cafe during your "date" with Jungkook. If Jimin had been in your apartment, you'd kick him in the shins. His shapely legs are safe for the day.

You spare no effort in getting ready, pulling a comfortable sweater over your body and pairing it with some jeans and ankle boots. You head out the door after double-checking your things, running into Jeehyun briefly in the corridor, sporting a similar outfit to what you're wearing. God, you're so close that you even dress like twins. You're about to say hello when she points at the phone pressed against her ear. Though you can't hear what the other person is saying, the sultry baritone sounds oddly familiar to you. Jeehyun mouths the words "I'll tell you later," before waving you off into the cold.

Jungkook's already there when you arrive, sitting in the same booth the two of you were in less than 24 hours ago.

"You're late," he echoes your words from the day before.

"You're insufferable."

Jungkook says nothing at that, scoffing at your childishness before returning to his laptop. Opening the shared document on your own screen, you can see how much research he's done, adding almost twenty sources from the last time you looked at the screen. Feeling a sense of competition, you put your head down and work, tuning the world out, especially the man sitting in front of you.

The two of you sit in a somewhat comfortable silence before Jungkook calls your name. His blinking indicator highlights the paragraph you were writing. "Can you remove this part? I don't think we'll need it."

You nod in response, removing a paragraph before the silence falls between the two of you again. Only this time… you are acutely aware of the feeling of your knees touching his. Jungkook remains passive, keyboard typing away at your documents and you feel foolish when your heart starts to pick up its pace. You don't move away from the touch and neither does he.

It's only when his ankle brushes against yours that you gasp involuntarily, sputtering into a cough at the sudden touch. Jungkook's eyes zeroes in on yours instantly, one eyebrow cocked and a smirk plastered on his lips. "Everything okay?" he whispers quietly, watching your face heat up in embarrassment.

You scowl in return, trying to hide the roar in your ears and the pounding of your heart, letting your feet remain rooted in its spot. Jungkook scoots forward, his shoulders brushing against the back of the wood as his leg grazes your inner calf. He trains his eyes forward, focusing on his laptop in front of him, that awful smirk still on his lips.

"Jungkook," you warn, but your breath quickens when he does it again. You aren't a stranger to pleasure, welcoming men to your bed to satisfy the need that comes every once in a while, but this is different. The shivers running down your spine feels like the hum of an electric fence, and maybe it's because you're in front of all these people, but you feel your panties getting more ruined with each stroke against your leg.

"Jungkook…" you try again, your voice sounding incredibly breathless, hoping this time you can get his attention.

When he whispers your name, you delude yourself into hearing the thick traces of need behind it, your eyes fluttering shut before you snap them open again, throwing a glare at the tattooed man. "What's the matter? Can't concentrate?"

"What do you think you're doing?" you counter, answering his question with one of your own.

"Playing. Should I stop?"

He waits for your answer, detaching his foot away from yours and you almost whine at the lack of warmth.

Fuck.

When you grit your teeth in desperation, he knows he's won. Jungkook looks so triumphant when you shake your head, a small 'No' finally escaping from your lips. You want to punch him, to wipe that stupid smirk he's wearing, but you know that would lead you to get kicked out of your favourite coffee shop, so you bite your bottom lip instead, your knuckles turning white as your grip tightens on the table. You brace for his leg to brush against yours again, but it never comes because Jungkook's eyes snap to someone behind you and he straightens up quickly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Busy day, huh?" your roommate's voice cuts into your thoughts. "You okay, hun? Do you still have a hangover?"

"No, I'm fine," you gasp. "Just a little lightheaded. So, what brings you here?" You smile weakly at Jeehyun, praying she doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Jeehyun's eyes flicker from Jungkook to you, her face unimpressed at your non-convincing lie. "Nothing really," she still says, voice as even as possible. "I just saw you from the window while I was walking back from class and tried to wave, but you seem… preoccupied. Anywhooo, good to know you're alive. Oh, and don't come home too early tonight."

She winks at you before taking her exit. Not long after she leaves, your phone buzzes twice and when you open your incoming text, two words greet you.

[jee-bee]: we'll talk ;)

As you're typing a scathing text back at Jeehyun, Jungkook clears his throat, the sound causing you to glare at his chocolate eyes.

"You're so much cuter when you're not glaring," he laughs, eyes crinkling as his head falls back.

"Oh, bite me," you spit, injecting as much venom into your words. Jungkook is unaffected and roars with laughter, causing a few eyes to glance your way. When his laughter dies down, a devilish grin enhances his two dimples and the word that tumbles out of his lips had your traitorous cunt clench at nothing.

"Gladly."

Silence. You blink once. Twice. Your mind brimming with possibilities of the two of you in bed, his large hands exploring your body. Jungkook smiles coolly, tilting his chin to the side as though he’s waiting for an answer. He whispers your name, unable to disguise the growing need that latches on his throat. You try to even out your breathing and when that ultimately fails, you scramble up quickly to draw as much distance between the two of you as much as possible. Without turning back, you march your way into the bathroom, your neck and face warm from the onslaught of sensations, Jungkook’s soft laughter echoing in your ears.

You check your appearance in the mirror, pacing to and from across the linoleum floor while you try to make peace with the warmth pooling in your stomach. You try to reason with your brain, reminding it about The Incident and his inability to admit his mistakes. Finally, you resign yourself in a bathroom stall, your heart beating loudly in the quiet, empty space.

“Took you long enough,” Jungkook smirks as you slide into the booth in front of him. “Can you make the flyer so we can pass it around campus?”

You nod silently before getting immediately to work, sneaking glances at the man in front of you while you do. Though you never believed in deities before, you pray to a higher power for Jungkook to continue his slight touches, your skin burning at the thought. His feet remain planted in front of him and your knees are no longer touching. As you wrestle with your thoughts, wondering if you should initiate the touch, Jungkook reaches over the table to grab a pen that rolls by your laptop. His fingers dance on your forearm, trailing over the back of your palm before retreating, spinning the pen in hand.

Fuck.

Your eyes refuse to look at your hand – refuse to look at him, but your fingers stop typing at the keyboard, a dead giveaway that tells him how much he’s affected you. You’re breathing hard, all the walls you’ve built around him for years crumbling with a single touch.

“Should I stop?” he whispers.

“Even if I say ‘yes’, would you stop?”

Jungkook balks, eyes blinking rapidly at your question. “Of course, I will,” he snaps. “Now answer the question.”

Your hands tug at the hem of your sweater, the material feeling heavy and warm against your itching skin. “No,” you relent.

Your vision swims when he places his palm against your knee under the table and you curse yourself for wearing jeans that day, the material unyielding when all you want is to feel his warmth. Jungkook picks your leg and places your foot on his lap, trailing his fingers across your leg. Your body erupts in shivers with every stroke and your panties are officially ruined at this point.

Jungkook drops your leg gently, before straightening up to stuff his things in his bag. The sudden lack of warmth draws a soft whine from your lips and Jungkook’s face twitches at your reaction, a deep curl of a smile on his face as he regards you. You squirm under his gaze, feeling so turned on and nothing to do about it. You glower at him instead. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“My place. With you.”

You’ve never packed as quickly as you did after hearing the words from Jungkook’s lips. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, but makes no move to touch you further, walking ahead some ways when you leave the coffee shop. When you reach his car, you tear open the car door to slide in easily, your stuff haphazardly thrown into the backseat. You keep checking at the pedestrians behind you, afraid to see your roommate or Jimin walking by and catch you in Jungkook’s car, but when Jungkook’s hand finds your thighs while he starts to drive, you can no longer deny the desire that clouds your mind.

---

The first thing you’ll notice about Jungkook’s apartment is that it’s empty. Sure, there’s a couch and a kitchen, but there aren’t any signs of anyone ”living” in the space. You don’t get to ask about it because he wastes no time in circling your waist with his arms, kissing down your neck as you turn pliant underneath his touch. You shut your eyes tight, allowing yourself to drown into the pleasure, even if it’s coming from Enemy #1. Your fingers tug at his purple locks when he slides his hot palm under your sweater, a moan escaping when he expertly undoes your bra.

Jungkook leads you to his room before dropping you on his black sheets, his mouth back on your neck and your fingers return to his hair. In the midst of pleasure, he lifts your sweater to discard it on the floor along with your bra and you struggle not to put your hands in front of your chest, you won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you embarrassed.

“Beautiful,” he gasps, standing above you, raking his eyes every inch of your body before he dips back down, mouth latches on your neck once more.

You close your eyes and moan, letting the sensations overtake you. Jungkook’s lips feel hot against your skin, flames burning where they meet. Just as his hands travel downwards to remove your jeans, you feel a distinct pain of teeth sinking deep into your skin. Your eyes fly open and you push Jungkook away with a growl, his own laugh filling your head. Propping yourself by the elbows, you glower at the boy until his laugh subsides. “What the fuck, Jungkook?”

“You asked me to bite you and I did just that,” he shrugs, the remnants of his laughter curling on his lips.

Just as you’re about to hurl curses at him that would inadvertently make sailors blush, he leans forward, face mere inches from your own, his scent filling your nose with hints of vanilla and amber. And just like the first time he touches you in the coffee shop, your mind stutters to a complete stop. There’s a pool in your stomach that you know too well and with every tick of a second where his face leans over yours, dark brown irises challenging, your anger dissipates and a quiet hum of desire throbs through you instead.

“And what do we say…?” he whispers, breath tickling your cheeks.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

You wrestle with your words, tongue-laden with lead with the words that you absolutely do not want to utter no matter the circumstance. Humiliation holds your hand and you groan, head tipping back, trying to deny the fact you love being treated this way. You’ve never been with anyone as cocky as Jungkook, so full of himself that if the normal human body contains 80% water, his contains a domineering male ego. Curses ring inside your head and you wonder why you can’t utter them.

“Thank you,” you whisper slowly, drawing out the words. Your cheeks burn instantly, a slight pink tinge that he can surely see.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises before returning to your neck, using a hand to guide you back down on the mattress.

His other hand travels downwards to unbutton your pants, expertly tugging them towards your ankles while you hold your hips upwards, body pliant under his touch. He cups your clothed core when the jeans are successfully thrown on the floor, discarded among the heaps of other clothing. When he feels how wet you are, he stops kissing your neck to look into your fucked-out features, licking his lips. “Mmm… So wet for me already? Where’s that tough girl act now?” he taunts above you before licking a long, wet stripe on your neck.

You don’t grace him with a response, the words catch in your throat when he drags a finger across your slit. A mewl escapes instead, soft sounds that vaguely resemble his name. You knot your fingers in his hair, those damn purple locks, and he smirks against your neck before traveling lower, nipping on the valley of your breasts. He removes his arm from underneath you to play with your nipple while the other is in his mouth. Jungkook’s tongue swirls the sensitive nub while his forefinger and thumb pinches and rolls the other. You’re panting at this point, the fingers on his other hand trailing lazily against your cunt, occasionally pressing lightly on your clit, causing you to shudder underneath him.

Finally, finally, he removes your underwear to tease at your entrance, inserting a finger gingerly while his thumb latches on your clit. “Jungkook!” you gasp, trying to relax your grip on his hair, but he makes it difficult when he inserts another finger, taking turns between scissoring you and thrusting into you slowly, helping you get adjusted to his thick digits. Your arousal seeps out of you without care and your face heats in embarrassment when a particularly sharp cry of his name is pulled from your lips, Jungkook chuckling quietly against your breast.

“Please, faster?” you whine.

"'Please' and 'Thank You' in a day? Finally found your manners, hm?"

Jungkook picks up the pace, letting you sob and whimper underneath him as his fingers curl inside, the pads of his fingers grazing the sensitive part of your pussy. He doesn’t stop when his name is the only word stumbling from your lips or when the sounds of your pussy echoes around his plain bedroom.

“Fuck, fuck, Jungkook, I’m cumming, fuck,” you screech and your cunt spasms violently against his fingers. He thrusts a little faster, moaning alongside you when your toes curl and your vision darkens, the orgasm tumbling through you in waves of pleasure. Jungkook helps you ride it out, doesn’t say a word when you try to catch your breath, a twinkling in his eyes at a mission accomplished.

That stupid smirk is on his face though.

“Feelin’ good?” he drawls, pulling himself up and away from your body. And though you hate to admit it, Jungkook just gave you the third best orgasm of your life, the first and second place still reigns; a result of one horny night and a few toys in your drawer.

When you don’t answer, rolling your eyes instead, his fingers travel from your cunt towards your face and he smears your arousal on your lips. “Open,” he commands, a threat underlying in his words.

You try to rebel, your mind playing somersaults, trying to find the words to avoid the punishment, but your body betrays you and you let your mouth hang open, tongue dangling out, a thread of saliva dripping onto your chest. “Fuck,” he murmurs before he places his fingers inside your warm mouth.

You lick and suck his digits on instinct, your eyes never leaving his; the one act of defiance you allow yourself. When Jungkook’s fingers are well coated with your saliva, he smears them on your thighs, and you jerk backwards, almost hitting your head on the headboard. Your glare returns to his eyes and he shrugs in response. Pleased with himself, Jungkook pulls you into his lap, grinding his erection on your still dripping cunt. Your mind finally registers the fact that he’s still fully clothed and the deep-seated embarrassment that’s been inflicted upon you since you walk in the door washes over you with full force. You grit your teeth, not wanting him to get the satisfaction of your moans, but when his mouth nips the underside of your breasts, you can’t contain the gasp that escapes you.

“Let me hear you. You sound so much better without the anger.”

“Fuck you,” you rasp, shivering despite the warmth of his body.

He tuts at your swearing, circling his arm around your waist to steady you as he rocks you back and forth across his erection. “Such poor manners. And here I thought you were making progress. You shouldn’t kiss anyone with that mouth of yours.”

“If you’re hoping for a kiss from me with that statement, Jungkook, I can swear to you that it will never happen.”

Jungkook stills his moments and you whine from the sudden stop in friction. “Let’s make a bet, shall we? I’m sure you’ll want to kiss me by the end of this,” he muses, gesturing at your naked form on his lap.

“Trust me, Jungkook, I’m very capable of holding out my attraction towards you.”

“Oh? You find me attractive?”

“Not even remotely close to what I said, Narcissus.”

Jungkook grins and his hands meet to cup your ass, squeezing them tightly before a hand strays to slap it gently. He sets you down on the bed, nipping at your tits before shedding his shirt off. You can only stare in wonderment at the man he’s become, every muscle on his body toned to perfection. You gulp when your eyes catch the stain on the front of his pants and - oh. It is without a doubt, the biggest outline of a cock you’ve ever seen. When he shrugs his pants off, he watches your reaction, stupid smirk dancing on his lips as his cock springs free, veins running on its side. Your eyes widen slightly before turning into slits, trying to not gawk and give him much of a reaction.

Jungkook stands on the edge of the bed before he takes your hand and envelopes it around his length, groaning when your fingers make contact with the leaking head. You gulp as you run your fingers from tip to base, feeling him twitch and throb underneath you. He groans, tipping his head back when your hand starts pumping slowly, his entire shaft already thoroughly coated with his precum.

“Get on the bed and fuck me,” you whisper, kissing his abs. Stopping momentarily, you angle your head to meet his eyes. "Please," you whisper breathlessly, gauging his reaction.

Jungkook just smiles, his thumb caressing your cheek.

Opening his bedside table, Jungkook picks up a condom and some lube before ripping the foil open with his teeth with practiced ease. He throws the lube in your direction and you spread it all over him before grabbing the opened condom packet from his mouth. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow at your reaction, but his confusion doesn’t last long. You pop the condom at the edge of your mouth, unrolling it slightly before using your lips to drag it along his shaft, your hands pulling it down snugly where your mouth can’t quite reach. Your jaw aches as you warm Jungkook’s cock inside your mouth, feeling desperately full despite not having the entire thing.

He gurgles something akin to your name before grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail, snapping his hips shallowly into your open mouth. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Is this what you wanted, hmm? You want me to fuck that tight throat of yours?”

You can only moan in response and he pushes his cock deeper into your mouth, rubbing soothing circles on your cheek. “Look at you, so stuffed with my cock. You don’t even have the whole thing inside of you and you’re a mess already. What a fucking slut.”

Glaring into his eyes, you drag your teeth lightly on the side of his cock, Jungkook shuddering underneath. You let his cock go with a distinct pop, a thin line of saliva connecting your lips to the head. “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t bite your dick off.”

“Lucky? That’s what you want to call it? I think it’s ‘common decency’ to not bite people’s dicks off,” he snickers. “Be honest, do you like being called a ‘slut’? I will stop if that’s not your vibe.”

Were you so dick whipped that you’d let him do anything to you?

Maybe.

Probably.

Definitely.

So, even through your bravado, you nod your head, eyes trailing down on his black sheets, and whisper a single ‘Yes.’

“Yes, what?”

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you throw your hands in exasperation, snapping to meet those brown irises again. “Fine! I fucking like what you’ve been doing this entire time. I like cumming on your fingers. I like being called a ‘slut’ by you. Can you please get on with it and fuck me already?”

“Well said,” is all he says before he gets on the bed, pushing you down, spreading your legs wide open for him. He positions his cock to your entrance before he pushes, grunting as he feels your walls clench around him. You moan in unison, feeling the stretch that comes with the size of his cock.

“Shit, fuck, you feel so good,” he pants before fully hilting himself inside you.

“Jungkook – fuck. Don’t move yet,” you shiver, willing your walls to adjust to his cock. Every single time you manage to relax, he’d shift, pressing his cock head on your g-spot. Your vision is spotty, but with every ragged breath, the pressure releases and with a few taps on his arm and a nod, signs to let Jungkook know that he can finally move.

His thrusts are languid at first, a slow slap of skin on skin. It leaves you feeling frustrated, your release getting further away. Propping yourself back on your elbows, you wrap your legs around his waist, stopping his movements momentarily. “Can you stop being such a pussy and fuck one for once in your life?”

Jungkook growls, dragging his cock almost all the way out of you before slamming it hard all the way inside. His thrusts are brutal after your taunt and you finally feel the pleasure return after being kept away for too long. He spits on your clit, earning a delicious whine from your lips, before the pad of his thumb drags across it, swiping harshly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He fucks you deep in the bed, the mattress squeaking at your combined weight.

“Fuck me, fuck, Jungkook, I’m close, please don’t fucking stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Making a snarky response is out of the question when his other hand snakes its way on your hips, lifting them up slightly so he can drive his cock deeper inside you. Pleasure turns you delirious and for the second time that night, Jungkook makes you cum, your body thrashing wildly on the covers as you moan his name. Your pussy clenches dangerously around his length, your arousal causing yet another mess on the sheets.

“Shit, did you cum? Fuck, I’m – Fuck!“ Jungkook groans. His own release isn’t too far behind, thrusts growing sloppier by the minute before a final thrust that fills the condom with thick ropes of his cum.

You cry out his name in a broken voice, feeling too sensitive after your own release. Jungkook hisses as he removes himself from you and then from the condom, chucking it into the bin before sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you try to catch your own breathing.

“Same time tomorrow?” he offers with a grin, nestling his body next to yours, not quite touching.

“Fuck off. This is a one-time thing,” you say as you kick him.

Your promise doesn’t sound convincing in your own ears. Looking at his chocolate eyes dance in mirth, you know for a fact he doesn’t believe a single word you say. Jungkook gets up to head to the bathroom to clean up before you feel a warm damp towel against your sensitive core.

“Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook,” you mutter before exhaustion settles in your bones, your eyes falling shut on their own. Just like the night where you were blacked out drunk, the last thing you hear is Jungkook’s mirthful laugh.

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[smol-midgets]

Professor!Andrew AU

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

So his students know how soft he is, but they are also kind of terrified of the short midget. The constant death threats don't help

"Get used to it, you're majoring in criminology"

One day "If you don't want a knife between your ribs I'd recommend being less of a nuisance"

"Professor, you don't have knives"

Andrew looks pointedly at his armbands

".....Do you have knives in your armbands!?"

"Don't ask stupid questions"

They still don't know if he has knives in his armbands

He's staying back after school often, teaching John, some of the strikers from the team also stay back to improve further

On morning of November 4th, Andrew wakes up to Neil gently calling his name

He opens his eyes to find bright blue eyes staring down at him, hair glowing auburn from the sunlight filtering through the windows, and a gorgeous smile

Neil bends down to whisper a soft happy birthday against his lips, before lightly kissing him. "Go brush, Drew, and come out for breakfast"

He comes out for breakfast and sees Neil standing by the counter, preparing pancakes

"You made pancakes?"

"Don't worry I didn't poison them"

"You're cooking is inedible enough, you don't need the poison"

Neil pouts and Andrew has to kiss it away. One kiss turns to two, then ten, and then Andrews setting Neil on the kitchen counter, they're lips not parting the entire time

Andrew gets late for his class

when he gets there, Kevin is sitting at his desk. Students are staring because Kevin Day is sitting in their classroom in front of them

Cue Andrew's "What the fuck are you doing here"

Kevin is out of Andrew's chair in an instant "You're late for your class. And I wanted to tell you to come to that La Guardia restraunt by 6 today"

Andrew narrows his eyes "Why"

"I wanna have dinner with you"

"Why"

"What do you mean why! Can't I wanna have dinner with my best friend on his birthday??" Did he say best friend??? Professor Minyard is best friends with Kevin Day?? And it's his birthday??????

"You were never a good liar"

"I just wanna have dinner with you!"

"Try again"

Kevin's eyes dart around him, as if looking for help

"Spill day, or leave, but stop wasting my time"

*sighs* "Fine, we have a surprise planned for you"

"I hate surprises"

"We know but you'll love this one! I swear! Will you just come to the damned restaurant Andrew!?"

"No"

Kevin tries a little more, but eventually throws his hands in the air and leaves grumbling to himself (Andrew enjoys saying no to Kevin way too much)

"Is it your birthday today professor?"

"Yes"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"I don't care about it" and that was that

When Andrew gets home Neil asks him if he enjoyed his birthday present. When Andrew only raises his eyebrows Neil says "It's been a long time since you really got to say no to Kevin. I know how much you enjoy it. That was your first birthday present. Well... second since this morning" And then smiles cheekily

Andrew rolls his eyes, but they're fond "So are you going to try to convince me to come now?"

"I definitely want you to. We know you don't like surprises but I really thought you'd enjoy this. If you say no nobody is going to force you"

"What will you give me for it?"

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to"

And how could Andrew say no to his junkie now?

So they go to the restraunt, and all the foxes, plus a few other people from Andrew and Neil's old exy team are there (only the people they got close to). Some of Aaron's colleagues are there too. Everyone wishes Andrew and Aaron happy birthday. It's a good reunion, he gets the chance to catch up

Kevin and Aaron drink a lot and get up to weird shenanigans. Matt starts behaving like a puppy and cooing over Dan and Neil. Allison and Nicky start betting on everything and drag the rest of the foxes into it too

Andrew pretends to be annoyed by how he has to deal with the foxes' antics, but he's secretly happy to be around their weirdness again

A few hours later Neil and Andrew leave the party, and Neil takes Andrew to the roof of an abandoned building, where they share whiskey, cigarettes and kisses

They go home and cuddle and fall asleep

The next day his students have prepared an assortment of his favourite chocolates and ice creams (how he manages to maintain that body is a mystery), and a copy of a book he wanted

Andrew is just staring, and at first they think he doesn't like it but then they notice the reverent way he's holding the book (it's a book he's thought of buying for a long time)

"There's even a few cupcakes for your wife here"

"Husband" Andrew corrects automatically, finally able to unstick his tongue from his mouth, "and he doesn't like anything sweet"

Fortunately for them they quickly gather themselves and respond with smiles "Oh sorry. Well, more for you then"

They know better than to think that Andrew will thank them. But when he starts eating what they got him while teaching, they know he liked it

One day students slowly filter in the class to find a man in a large black hoodie sitting at the back of the class

Of course they are criminology students they're not going to just ignore a shady man in their class they've never seen before

So after bugging and threatening the man a little, he lifts his hoodie to reveal

Neil josten

What?!!???!!??

Several students are mortified because they just threatened Neil fucking Josten

Others are still trying to get over their shock at seeing Neil fucking Josten in real life

Andrew enters the class and looks at Neil "Aren't you supposed to be at practice". As if Neil Josten sitting in their classroom is a perfectly normal thing. Right, the only thing weird in this scenario is that he's missing practice. That's it.

Neil responds "I wanted to see you teach"

Andrew narrows his eyes "Did they kick you out? What did you do"

Now Neil looks sheepish "Ah yeah, I kind of hurt myself and Coach forced me to take the day off, but I do want to see you teach."

Andrew is visibly irritated and is grumbling something to himself quietly

The students' eyes are wide because that's probably the most emotion they've seen on their professor's face

He turns to the class and is clearly unimpressed "I don't want to be here either, but that doesn't give you free pass to stare at my face and do nothing. And you," looks pointedly at Neil, "if you're going to sit there you better keep that mouth shut."

Neil considers making a comment about how they might be staring because he's so pretty, but let's it go. However he definitely smirks at Andrew in a way that clearly says "you know how to shut me up"

Andrew tries very hard not to blush, and turns to the board in case he was unsuccessful (he was)

Everyone forcibly look away from the celebrity sitting in their classroom and try to concentrate on the lesson

Andrew makes sure they pay attention (flying chalks make for surprisingly good projectiles)

He finishes his lesson 5-10 minutes early so his students can talk to Neil like they have been dying to the entire time

In his office, later after class, Andrew looks over Neil's injuries

"It's not that bad, Drew. Really I'm f—"

He's interrupted by Andrew's mouth on his. "Don't" is all Andrew says between kisses. Neil smiles

I am SO sorry this part has come this late. I've had a lot on my plate these days. On the bright side, you will be happy to know I've found the super old post that inspired this fic! You can find it here. Credits to @humongousvoidbear for that. (I'll admit this entire fic could be better, but again, this was completely self-indulgent.)

EDIT: I have made a small edition to this part, because someone wanted a meeting of Neil and the students. This is the best I could come up with, hope you like it!

[voiceswithoutlips]

Calico - Chapter Three

— pairing: Hybrid ot7 x Human Reader (Female) — genre: hybrid AU , fluff, angst, slow burn (like real slow), eventual smut — word count: 1.8K — Rating: M — warnings: trauma, mention of past abuse.

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— chapter summary:

Y/N runs a animal shelter, Calico was built on a simple principle, to help those who were in need. What will Y/N do when her sanctuary is threatened by an unexpected hybrid?

— A/N: This is going to be a series, I’m just getting back to writing, so I’d really appreciate your input and feedback <3

Ch. 1  Ch. 2 Ch. 3.5  Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy

I woke up to WAP blazing through the house at eight in the morning. That was the moment I knew I was going to kill Jason. Well, not literally, but there will be payback. 

It was Monday, my favorite day of the week. Mondays have such a bad reputation for absolutely no reason. Personally, I liked a good Monday, it was the day when I organized the rest of my week. In case you are wondering, yes, I’m a nerd and the sight of stationary makes me drool. I got ready quickly, I had planned lunch with Song Hwa today, and after that DOBBY WAS FREE! 

“JASON,” I screamed as I stumbled into the kitchen, “you are so dead.” 

“Nah, you love me too much!” He laughed. How dare he! 

“Who told you that? Just you wait, one of these days I’m going to disown you, you brat!” 

Jungkook was sitting at the table eating cereal Jason must’ve gotten him. At least one of us was functional. I could barely take care of myself. Jungkook had gotten a bit more comfortable with us over the past week. The first two days he had stuck to his room but then I introduced him to our PS4 and he was hooked. The kid was a natural. He was wearing Jason’s clothes that were a size too small on him. His eyes widened at my murderous declaration. He was so cute.

“Don’t worry bunny, I won’t kill him ...yet,” I narrowed my eyes at Jason. I still couldn’t understand how we ended up becoming friends. Jason and I were always at each other’s throat when we were in college. Not a day went by without us going head to head, don’t even get me started on the mountain of assignments that we had to do as a punishment for disturbing the peace. 

“I’m going out today, do you want to come to the town with me? We could get you some new clothes, and maybe some ice cream, we are running dangerously low,” I asked while sipping on some overly sweet coffee. I mean, I could buy clothes for him but first, I had no idea what his size was, and second I had no idea what his style was. I myself was a walking fashion disaster, if it was socially acceptable I’d wear pajamas every day, to every event but alas! This world is cruel to those who can’t match their clothes. 

Jungkook nodded his approval and after our not-so-filling breakfast we left. It was a 2 hour ride to Seoul and on the way I pointed out landmarks in case Jungkook ever wanted to go out on his own. I made a mental note to teach him how to drive. The aircon was on full blast, it was summer, the grumpiest of all seasons. 

I was wearing black sneakers, black jeans and a black hoodie like a goth pauper. Jungkook was wearing Jason’s oversized hoodie and jeans, a size smaller, that hugged his lower body like a second skin, I had to constantly remind myself to keep my eyes on the road. Hey, I hadn’t gotten laid in months, not that I’d ever look at Jungkook that way, he was just a kid, even if he had the body of a Greek god. 

“Here we are, bunny, you gotta follow some safety guidelines okay?” I said as I parked in front of the mall. 

He nodded. I wondered when he was going to start talking comfortably. Was he just shy or scared? Or both?

“First, don’t go anywhere alone, stay in my sight. I don’t want to lose you. And second, let’s hide your adorable ears,” I leaned over and pulled the hood over his head. He blushed, I almost cooed at him, why was he so cute. Be still my heart!

“If it gets too scary, just hold my hand, okay?” I said as we walked in through the doors. It was a good day to go shopping, there weren’t as many people on a weekday. “Go on, you can buy whatever you want, I’ll follow you around,” I grinned, his eyes were darting around from shop to shop.

“Can I?” he asked nervously. 

“Of course honey,” I encouraged patting his head. 

We spent the next two hours going from store to store. Jungkook was hesitant at first but after he realized that I had meant what I said he got excited. He’d take something off the shelf and run over to show me, he did that with every single thing that we bought. I was having the time of my life looking at him having fun, he was like a kid in a candy store. I wondered how excited he’d be if I actually took him to a candy store, I mentally added it to my to-do list. 

He was still non-verbal, which was making me worry. Was he uncomfortable with talking? Was he nervous, scared? I kept wondering. The only times that he had spoken, his voice was small and unsure, as if the words he was saying held the weight of the world. 

We ended up being late for the meeting with Song Hwa. The shopping bags barely fit in the trunk but somehow we achieved the unachievable. She had called me in to talk about Jungkook’s case, she had done some research and she insisted on talking in person. It worked for me though, that meant I could take the day off and relax. 

Song Hwa’s office was in one of those big commercial complexes. We had her on retainer but she worked for one of the biggest law firms in the country. Jungkook grabbed my hand as soon as I opened the office door. He was sniffing the air furiously, fear on his face. I peeked through the little crack that I had opened. There was a man sitting across from my favorite lawyer. I had seen him around Song Hwa’s firm, he was one of her colleagues. I had no idea why Jungkook was afraid of him, he seemed perfectly normal to me, but then again I didn’t have superhuman abilities unlike my bunny. 

His voice got closer and the door opened. As usual, my brain stopped working. I grabbed Jungkook’s neck and pulled his head on my shoulder to hide his face. Song Hwa and the man stepped out of the office and looked at us as if we had sprouted a fifth head. It must’ve been a sight, us holding hands and Jungkook’s face buried in my neck. I just looked at Song Hwa who made some excuse to the man in the beige suit to get him to leave. I was too embarrassed to register what she had said. 

“Is he gone?” I whispered, before Song Hwa could answer, Jungkook nodded in my neck. I stepped away from him, still holding his hand. “I’m sorry, are you okay?” another nod. He was redder than a tomato, I guess he was twice as embarrassed. 

“What the fuck?” Song Hwa’s expression matched her question. I sighed. I told her what happened as we sat down in her office. 

“His name is Brian, he is a sleazebag and a coward. I wouldn’t worry about him,” Song Hwa reassured Jungkook. I didn’t like it, I could see how scared and uncomfortable Jungkook was. He hadn’t let go of my hand and he was clutching it as if his life depended on it. We ended up leaving her office and going to a nearby restaurant for lunch. It was well past noon and I was starving, I’d bet my Bleach collection that Jungkook was starving to. I was used to skipping meals and starving until I got a hunger headache but I couldn’t do that to him. I sucked at taking care of people. 

“Here,” Song Hwa handed me a newspaper while I was stuffing some fries in my mouth. She had highlighted a small article, just a paragraph not worthy of front page news. It was about a stolen lab equipment from an Apexi lab. There was no mention of a hybrid. 

“Please tell me this is good news,” I said through clenched teeth. Even though I knew it was terrible news, I could always hope. A multinational pharmaceutical company doesn’t just hide the fact that their lab animals were stolen along with a hybrid and their research destroyed. Unless it was something big. 

“It's not and you know that,” Song Hwa had terrible bedside manners. 

“Let’s talk about this tomorrow, today we feast!” I tried to sound enthusiastic but I failed terribly. Worrying about it would only ruin the rest of the day, not like I could do anything about it at the moment so I decided to ignore the screaming voice in my head and focus on the delicious meal that had suddenly turned bland. 

Jungkook had fallen asleep on our way back. His head was resting on the back of the seat, eyes closed, soft lips slightly parted. Every time he scrunched his nose my heart made cooing noises. How was he even more adorable when he slept, I could watch him for hours. His hair was covering his forehead, I had forgotten about his haircut. I wondered if they were as soft as they looked. I lightly ran my fingers through his hair, yep, his hair was super soft. I felt like a stalker so I mentally shook myself and focused on the road. 

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[yuthoe]

Time (MONSTA X: Chae Hyungwon)

a few things:

1. yes i'm a monbebe now too and i fully blame fatal love era hyungwon for it. he has my multistan ass whipped

2. THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I'VE EVER WRITTEN FOR THIS BLOG HOLY GAWD

3. i'm back to going to the office everyday for work, so we're back to infrequent posting lmao

ok so. i've wanted to write a vampire fic for so long now (the previous/first one i wrote was back in 1st year high school and despite my massive vampire kink i didn't attempt to make any other vamp related stories haha), and when i saw hyungwon in that red suit with the long hair and the eyebags and the turtleneck i just kinda went feral. this thing took me like, almost a month to write; it's been hard to cook up writing brain juice between work and trying to be healthy and keeping up with the pan de manila.

i fully intended for this to be like, sexy suggestive and leading to something more for the ending, but like. it turned out soft. somehow. the premise was perfect, but somehow my brain was like, "no make it soft" and we have whatever this is.

this is unedited bc i wrote it half-asleep and wanted to get it out there

PAIRING: Chae Hyungwon x reader. GENRE: vampire!AU, some fluff, modern fantasy. WARNINGS: vampire-typical injuries—biting, blood—some very mild sexual themes. WORD COUNT: 3,589 (holy shit).

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The entryway is lit by the two dim overhead lights, casting an orange tint to the concrete floor. You take care to slip your shoes on quietly, not wanting to accidentally wake the slumbering man in the other room; he just got home a few hours ago and you didn’t want to cut his sleep short, remembering how he slowly slipped under the covers with you, winding an arm around your midsection and releasing a heavy breath before passing out.

So with a glance at your watch—the one he got you for your birthday a few years back, the one you’ve worn almost everywhere since—you grab your work bag and try to slip off the chain lock with as little sound as possible.

“Are you leaving for work?”

You flinch at his voice, huskier now with remnants of sleep. Hyungwon has a thing about soundlessly walking into places and surprising you by suddenly speaking. Your face scrunches at your failed attempt to slip out unnoticed, and a loud sigh escapes your lips as you turn to face him.

“How long have you been awake?” you ask, stepping right to the elevated wooden floor that separates the entryway to the living area. Hyungwon is wearing a white shirt that completely swallows his slender frame and loose pajama pants. You cup his soft cheek, drag your hand to his neck, his shoulder, down his arm, until you’re intertwining your fingers.

“Pretty much since you left the bed,” he mumbles, taking his other hand and wrapping it around you, pulling you to his chest. You feel him rest his face on the top of your head and breathe in your scent.

“Aw,” you reply quietly, smoothing a hand down his back. “And I thought I was being super quiet this time.”

There’s comfortable silence as Hyungwon basks in your warmth and you can swear he’s close to falling asleep where he stands. You think there’s no other place you’d want to be right now, but unfortunately, you need to work and he needs to sleep.

You let go of the strap on your bag and tap his side gently. “I have to go,” you murmur.

Hyungwon groans, lowers his head and tilts it to the side to whisper directly into your ear. “Do you really have to? Because there’s something more important you need to do here.” He noses at your temple, his cold breath fanning against your ear.

“Oh? And what is that?” It’s too early in the day for goosebumps, and the faster you force him back to bed, the better your chances of resisting the sweet pull of his voice.

“Mmm…,” he groans again, and you feel his smile as he kisses your ear. “Sleep.”

You snort, pulling away with a soft smile, free hand coming to cup his face. You pass your thumb over his cheekbone and watch as he melts at your touch, dark bangs falling over his closed eyes. “I’ll be home early today, love,” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his plump lips.

Hyungwon’s eyes open unhurried, and he leans down to return the peck, lips moving slow against yours like honey. “Hurry back,” he mumbles against your lips.

***

A quiet sigh leaves his lips as Hyungwon toes off his shoes, leaving them at their designated space at the entrance. He hangs his bag and coat on the hooks before silently walking through the apartment to the bathroom, eager to scrub himself clean of the aggravating scents and grime of the club.

Hyungwon loves his job, he does. The people he interacts with there, though? Still up for debate.

The hot, almost scalding water seeps into his skin, warming him up from the outside. He’s used to the cold, he himself being below the normal human temperature for nearly a century now. The droplets sting a little, but it’s the pain that grounds Hyungwon to reality, a sort of proof of life in his years of floating along the endless river of time, never knowing when and where his journey would end.

There’s another pain, a burning in his throat, that reminds him well of his immortality. It assaults him every few days, and over the years has dulled from hurting so bad he nearly claws out his neck, to just being a pain in the ass that makes him cough if he doesn’t slake the thirst.

Hyungwon’s body cools rapidly when he shuts off the water, the soft April chill helping it along so that he’s mostly dry when he grabs his towel.

The bedroom is silent when he slips in, quickly dressing in the huge shirt and loose pants from yesterday, before he ducks out again to make a beeline to the kitchen, folding his tall frame into a crouch as he opens the refrigerator. There’s a space just for his blood bags in the far corner of the fridge, that he immediately scans and finds empty. Hyungwon groans and slaps a hand over his face.

Of course he forgets to stop by the blood bank tonight. He vaguely remembers taking the last bag four days ago and making a mental note to call Kihyun for his refills, but there must have been something that distracted him at the time because at present, he can’t recall contacting Kihyun about it at all, despite exchanging messages regularly.

He stands to his full height as he closes the door, leans his head against it as he mulls over his forgetfulness that never went away in all his years of living. And before he slips back into your bedroom and into the sweet realm of sleep, he rummages in his bag for his phone, texts his friend, gets a short scolding about his poor memory, and then sets a date to pick up his food.

Hyungwon quietly pads back to the bedroom and closes the door soundlessly, careful not to wake you. He slides in next to you, pulling the comforter snug against him as he rests on his elbows. He takes a few seconds to gaze at your sleeping figure, something he does every night. The random thought of coming off as creepy on the off chance you wake up runs through his head, but at the same time he thinks he wouldn’t mind if you catch him watching you sleep.

You know Hyungwon loves you, and he’s told you before that you’re one of his anchors to his hold on humanity. Never once in your two-year relationship did you take his vulnerability for granted, and he’s (quite literally) eternally grateful for your kindness and love.

He settles in on his side, and his shuffling has got you adjusting to his shape under the covers. Hyungwon feels you turn to face him and reach for his arm. You groan small, pull at his slender limb to wrap it around you, and he just lets you move him the way you want, an amused smile on his face. His other arm slides beneath your neck, and you nuzzle closer to him, breathing deep when you’re finally satisfied. He counts five seconds before your breaths even out in slumber.

Hyungwon presses a kiss to the crown of your head and inhales your scent, relaxed now and ready to follow you into sleep.

***

His alarm wakes him at noon, the shrill tone making him jerk and tighten his arm around the warm body in front of him, brows scrunching as he groans softly. Hyungwon stretches an arm towards the nightstand and turns off the alarm with an expert swipe of a finger. He buries his nose into your hair, not wanting to enter the land of the living yet. You respond with a hum, shifting and turning so your back is pressed against his chest.

You both try to doze off again before Hyungwon realizes two things:

One—It’s a Friday.

Two—You’re still in his arms.

“Love,” he mumbles against your hair.

You reply around five seconds later, with a simple grunt.

Hyungwon snorts a laugh, eyes still closed, but mind slowly waking with every passing second. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

Another grunt from you, this time louder and longer. You shuffle under the sheets to turn to him again, eyes persistently closed and brows knit slightly. “Took the day off,” you mumble and slither your arm under his, scooting closer to bury your face in his neck. “Wanted to spend some time with you.”

At this Hyungwon smiles, rests his cheek on your head. “So we have until tomorrow night to do whatever then.”

It’s quiet for a few moments before your head shoots up. The movement startles Hyungwon and makes his eyes pop open. Bleary eyes meet, yours equal parts confused and suspicious. “What do you mean? You took the night off, too? But it’s Friday—the club’s gonna be packed.”

He levels you with a casual shrug. “Yeah,” he says, sliding his hand up your arm that’s around him, and stopping at your neck. His large hand completely covers your neck, long fingers splaying onto your cheek and winding into your hair. “I wanted to spend time with you, too.” He clears his throat. “I’ve missed you.” Hyungwon can feel the steady pulse under your skin and he clears his throat again.

You smile, lean down to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

And another one.

And another.

And you would have rained more kisses on him had he not started coughing and turned his head away. The ache in Hyungwon’s throat wasn’t that bad when he was asleep, but now that he’s awake, it’s irritating to the point of annoyance. He knows the thirst is his fault, but damn, would it kill him if he could have a peaceful morning (noon) with you before his body complains about being hungry?

He feels a hand smoothing down his back as the coughing goes down. He takes shaky breaths as he sits up and leans on the headboard. After a big exhale from him, you say, “Are you okay?”

Hyungwon looks at you and smiles tightly. “I’m fine. Just a bit hungry.” He sits up, only to scoot closer to you and wind an arm around your back. He rests his forehead on your shoulder as he talks, voice low and scratchy. “Ran out of my supply and I forgot to call Kihyun about it, and it’s been a few days since I had a drink. And it’ll be a couple more days before I can stop by the blood bank for my refills.” A cough.

Your arms are around his wiry frame, fingers running up and down his spine and making him drowsy. He’s still tired and sleepy, but the thirst is keeping him awake.

“Do you want a drink?” you ask quietly. “From me?”

Hyungwon stills, a shiver running down his spine. It’s not all the time he gets to drink from you; in fact, he makes it a point to not do it because he doesn’t want to scare you off. You’ve been living together for six months, known each other for years before that, but he still worries, silently waiting for the day you decide that being with a vampire isn’t worth it after all.

“No, it’s fine,” he says. “I’m fine.” He pushes down the cough building in his throat.

You card your fingers through his long hair. “I know you try not to, but I’m okay with it. You sound like you’re really hurting.” You rest your head against his. “We’ve done it before, and it didn’t really hurt. And I trust you, Hyungwon.”

Hyungwon is tired. Is sleepy. The thirst isn’t all that bad, but the coughing is aggravating his already dry throat. He hasn’t gotten a sip of blood in five days and nothing else could quench this particular thirst quite as well.

A small cough. “Are you sure?”

Your head is still resting on his and he feels you nod. “Yeah. Besides, I…” You clear your throat before speaking. “I like it when you drink from me.”

The vampire freezes, not quite knowing what to do with this newly revealed information. He’s not sure if what he feels right now is mild lust or genuine surprise. In the (very) rare times he drinks from you he thought he saw a twinkle of anticipation in your eyes, like you’ve been craving it, too. He thinks maybe his view of himself is clouding whatever opinion you have of him, bad and good alike.

Hyungwon’s lips purse, trying to keep himself from laughing because he can tell you’re serious about this, just as worried about him as you are excited about the prospect of being bitten; it’s still a bit unbelievable. He finally raises his head and looks square at you.

“You’re really okay with this?” he asks again. “You really want me to drink from you?” He crosses his legs under the blankets and pulls you with the arm still around your back.

Sometimes you forget Hyungwon is so strong—he doesn’t make his strength known to you, unless you both need it a little rough in bed. Now, he practically lifts you onto his lap, emboldened by your declaration. You straddle him, sitting snugly with both his arms around you; your hands naturally find themselves on his broad shoulders.

“Mhm,” you simply say, nodding your head. Adrenaline is running through your veins, and you’re sure Hyungwon can clearly hear how loud and fast your heart is beating right now.

It also seems like he can read your mind because he takes one of his hands and rests it softly against your chest, right over your heart.

You see him swallow. “Your heart is beating so fast,” he says, dragging his hand up to your neck, fingers soft on your skin, and you shiver. “Your pulse is racing.” Hyungwon is looking at you like you’re a meal he can’t wait to devour. “You’re really excited about this, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you say, even though you don’t really know if what you’re feeling is excitement or embarrassment or lust of fear. You can’t recall any of the previous times he fed from you being this tense—it was always out of desperation and pain that he reached out to you for this, and despite this moment being along the same lines, it’s… very different.

The loose collar of your sweater—one of his you pilfered long ago—is pulled to the side, and you shiver again as his fingertip brushes against your skin. Goosebumps raise on your arms as Hyungwon trails that single finger over your collarbone, up your neck again, to cup your chin and pull you in for a kiss.

His lips are gentle, but you can feel he’s holding back, trying to take it slow in case you change your mind. When you respond and bite his lip, he growls and pulls you by the back of the head to kiss you deeper. The arm around your back tightens, and you feel his fingers tangle in your hair as he angles your head the way he wants.

Tiny moans spill from your lips as Hyungwon’s tongue explores your mouth. When he pulls away, your sight is flooded with his red irises, gold specks swimming in the pool of his eyes that almost glow in the dark room. So chillingly beautiful.

You’re breathing hard, unable to look away from Hyungwon’s captivating gaze. A thought passes through: No wonder humans just fall at their feet—who could look away from such a mesmerizing sight?

“Last chance,” he mutters, wetting his plump bottom lip, his scarlet eyes fixed on your neck. “You really want this?”

You card your fingers through his head and tilt his face up, dropping a kiss to his closed eyes, his nose, his pretty lips. You cup his cheek and give him a small smile. “Do it.”

Hyungwon takes a deep breath and kisses your cheek, trails his lips to nip your earlobe, and then lower… He goes slow, building up your anticipation, getting your heart rate up with every kiss and nip and suck.

He laves his tongue over a spot on your neck, and you let out a sigh, relaxing in Hyungwon’s firm hold. The hand still tangled in your hair guides you, tilting your head to the side. He noses at your neck and gives you a final soft kiss, before he draws his fangs and punctures your jugular.

You squeak in pain; the bite stings, but it goes away as fast as it came. You feel Hyungwon draw back his fangs and begin to suck, dragging his tongue over the wounds, and groaning low in his throat at the sweet taste of you.

It occurs to him how much he misses feeding from you. Because of the rarity of these occasions, your blood becomes a treat to him, a sort of delicacy that he deliberately denies himself of. It didn’t take him too long after that first taste of you long ago, to realize that your blood is dangerously addicting.

Hyungwon focuses on drinking your blood, drinking in the small moans you make as he marks your soft skin. He feels your restless hands clawing at his back, the other winding through his long hair—pulling him close or pushing him away, you don’t know.

Your senses are heightened and dulled; you’re acutely aware of every miniscule movement of Hyungwon’s lips on your neck, but the rest of your body feels like it’s floating. He groans against your skin and the vibrations send a jolt of lightning up your spine and you whimper.

Hyungwon immediately pulls back, worried he hurt you. His mouth is stained red. “Are you okay?”

You’re nodding before he finishes, cupping his cheek with a hand. “I’m fine, Hyungwon.” You give him a small smile as he melts into your hand, one of his coming up to keep it there. “Did you want more?”

He shakes his head. “I’m feeling better now. Thank you, love.” He exhales, and you think he does look better than earlier—his skin is brighter, the bags under his eyes are gone, and he’s even breathing more easily. “Let me go clean you up,” he says, and lifts you gently off him, setting you down on the soft comforter just in front of him. He pats your knee before getting up and padding to the bathroom.

You gaze at him as he leaves, the sight of his model-like figure waddling like a penguin amusing. Hyungwon stops at the door and turns to you, smiling at you softly.

He returns a minute later, warm damp washcloth in hand, mouth clean and eyes a lovely brown. He sits at the edge of the bed and cleans your neck with gentle swipes. The bleeding has stopped and the wound is closed, but the surrounding skin is blooming with black and purple bruises. Hyungwon clicks his tongue. “I’m sorry, love. The bite’s gonna leave a mark.”

You carefully tap the wounds, smoothing fingertips over the raised marks. They sting a bit, but it feels more like the soreness after getting a vaccine shot than anything. “It’s okay, love. They’ll heal over the weekend.” You catch his lips in a soft kiss. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

He sets the bloody rag on the nightstand and moves closer to you, kissing you back, cradling your neck for support as he coaxes you to lie on the bed. You smile through the kiss, giggle as you wind your arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” he mumbles against your lips. “You looked so beautiful earlier… Thank you for letting me do that.”

You hum. “Anytime, you need, babe. I enjoyed it.”

Hyungwon is propped above you, a thigh slotted between yours. Lazy, slow kisses against the soft sheets seems like the perfect activity for the rest of the day. But you have other plans.

“I gotta admit, though,” you said, brushing his long bangs from his eyes. “That was… kinda hot.” You try to fight a smile, embarrassed at the admission, despite the compromising position you were in just minutes before.

Hyungwon chuckles, ducks his head to press a soft kiss to the puncture marks, the underside of your jaw, your earlobe. “I didn’t expect you to be so into it,” he whispers, his baritone voice seeping into your bones and making you shudder.

You laugh loud at that. “Well, my boyfriend is a hot vampire, what did you think was gonna happen?”

Hyungwon laughs with you, rests his forehead on yours and kisses you again. He buries his face into your neck, the unmarked side, and snakes his arms around your back and rolls you to your sides.

Fingers trace mindless shapes on his back, play with his long hair that’s tangled from your restless hands earlier, relax in the quiet of the afternoon. Your heads are at the foot of the bed, legs tangled together. From the top of Hyungwon’s head, you can just barely see the sun peeking through a slit between the dark curtains, but all you want to do is sleep.

You’re close to dozing off when Hyungwon suddenly speaks. Three words. Your favorite.

“I love you.” He squeezes you slightly and breathes in your scent.

You smile and reply, “I love you, too.”

The world outside your window keeps turning; the weather looks nice today. But you’re not stepping out, not when your whole world is right here, snuggled in your arms.

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[darker-soft-starker]

Starker High School AU Pt. 6 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

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tw: general howard stark warning

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There is a buzzing by his ear.

At first, Tony doesn’t really notice it, waking up in short increments before being pulled back under. But he keeps waking, unsure what keeps tugging him out of his dreams, hand flapping around his face as he tries to stop the incessant ringing.

“Blergh,” he mumbles into his pillow.

Batting his hand around to quell the source of annoyance, he comes to grip his phone, squinting as it lights up inches away from his face and vibrates against his palm. For a second he thinks it’s his alarm, but then he remembers that he didn’t set one. It’s a succession of text notifications cascading down his screen that alerts him out of the slope of slumber with a start.

The only time his phone goes off like this is an emergency. The first thing he registers is that it’s only eight-minutes after seven. He blinks, sight clearing from the sleep wedged in his eye as he reads the flurry of still-incoming texts.

> so thanks for last night > yknow > for the ride > i mean > you know what i mean > anyway > so that folder i gave you had my BIO notes, not econ > im such a doofus > i need them back > don’t bother looking at them lol > can we meet up?

Tony groans, eyelids heavy as anvils. Jesus christ. He didn’t get home until four after dropping this guy off and he’s already up and bothering him? What gives?

Exhausted and annoyed, he tucks his phone under his pillow and sets it on do-not-disturb for extra measure. There ain’t no way he’s getting up at seven on a Saturday for fucking class notes. Prick.

In his opinion, he’s filled his quote of good deeds for the month and he doesn’t need to be up for another few hours. Whatever it is, he thinks, snuggling into his pillow, he’s sure it can wait.

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The next time he wakes it’s just after nine. There’s a gap in his curtains allowing a sharp shard of sunlight into the room where it directly pierces into his eyelids. 

He groans tiredly into the drool patch on his pillow, willing sleep to come back to him, turning on his other side, gripping the edges of the quilt and tightening it around himself until he is firmly cocooned within it. It’s nice and warm, and sleep is such a rare commodity to him so it’s novel to bask in its dregs. But there isn’t any more sleep to come he’s quick to realize, giving up after a few minutes and blinking up at the ceiling. 

Nine is practically six. It’s criminal to be up this early.

There’s an unusual flurry of texts on his phone, some from Rhodey, but most of them are from Parker, an endless ladder of increasing franticness. 

Tony tosses his phone to the end of his bed carelessly. 

It’s been literally less than twelve hours since he’s had to deal with the shithead. Surely whatever was lodged up his ass couldn’t possibly be as important as Tony ignoring him. 

Swinging his legs off the bed, he stands and stretches his arms up high, fingers curling. The stretch feels good and he takes a quick sniff of his armpits to gauge if he can forego a shower for the third day in a row. 

The stench is wicked. It’s possible that he’s overdue.

He strips off as he heads towards the adjacent bathroom, naked and nursing a semi.

He can’t help but shudder as his back meets the cold tiles, the intuitive shower head following his body with a mechanical whir, miscalculating its aim and spraying him in the face.

Ah. That will need to be recalibrated, he notes. 

But, he can’t say he really minds, tolerating the spray, even as it hits his mouth like a fire hose. He ducks his head to wet his hair, reaching blindly for the touchpad to dial down the pressure. Once the water is to his liking he reaches down to take himself in hand, leisurely stroking himself.

It’s just a perfunctory part of his morning ritual; he doesn’t really have anyone in mind as he brings himself to full hardness, just the fleeting memory of lips around his cock, the next of a well rounded ass, not feeling particularly creative. 

Okay, so maybe he pictures some big, brown eyes and dark hair he can run his fingers through. And maybe he goes off like a rocket. That’s his business.

Anyway, once he’s out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he inspects his appearance in the mirror. The bruises on his face are still pretty gruesome, deep purple and beginning to yellow around the edges. The cut on his lip seems to be well and truly scabby.

Turning to the side, Tony takes observation of his overall torso region; his stomach is not as defined as he’d like it to be - probably due to his affinity for carbs and sweets, if he’s honest. Between a few fingers he can pinch the skin and pull it a little -- and look, he’s a bit soft around the middle, but he lifts, alright. Maybe he isn’t exactly steel cut like the dudebros on the football team who have made being ripped their life mission, but he has musculature under the adipose.

Is he a little self-conscious about it? Sure. Is he worried about it enough to give up garlic bread and cronuts? No. Especially when he spots a new chest hair nestled comfortably between his pecs.

Probably a bit too proud of himself because of a singular piece of hair, Tony gets dressed in a pair of jeans that have seen better days, speckled with singe marks and thinning at the knees and a singlet, slinging on his leather jacket for the finishing touch. 

He almost forgets the bot.

“Look at you,” he says, to the mangled mess of metal on his desk. Scooping the injured, beeping bot Tony stuffs it into his backpack. “Come here, darling. Shh, you’re okay.”

Peering both ways out of the hall to ensure the coast is clear, he quickly descends the stairs, shushing the bot the whole way.

On the ground floor, he pauses when he hears voices coming from his father’s office. It takes a second to recognise the voices, his father and Stane arguing over one another, loudly, then softly. He tries to listen in, catching somewhat audible hisses about the company finance officer.

Careful to avoid the floorboards that squeak he tiptoes to the kitchen to pocket a few muesli bars and a water bottle from the fridge. 

The voices get progressively louder as he sneaks to the front door, silently saluting their maid as he passes. She waves back at him, offering a sympathetic smile as he goes out the door. 

His heart pounds as he reaches his car, parked around the corner street. 

“Alright, baby,” he grins, revving the engine. “Let’s go.”

---

“The fuck?”

It’s hard to be sure, but perhaps Rhodey doesn’t expect Tony’s unannounced arrival at his front door. Not if the furious scowl and bunny slippers on his feet are anything to go by.

Nonetheless, he slips past the front door, welcoming himself into his friends home, despite the exasperated outcry of for fucks sake Tony, it’s Saturday and it’s not even noon, can’t you call ahead? 

No, he can’t call. Well, actually, he reconsiders, heading down the hall to the basement, his friends footsteps echoing behind him, he probably could, but it wouldn’t make anyone less mad at him, so what’s the point?

Besides, judging by the empty driveway and barren living room, Rhodey’s family is already out, he’s not sure what the issue is.

“The issue is I am tired, man,” his friend complains, following him down the stairs. “What are you doing here?”

“Me too, honeybear, freakin’ exhausted,” Tony mutters, skipping down the stairs. “Go back to bed. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”

“Oh sure, and let you solder your fingers together again. Nah. Not taking the fall for that.”

“I’m not going to solder my fingers together. I’m a pro.”

“Unless you need me to remind you of last summer,” Rhodey takes a seat at the workbench, “I suggest you shut up.”

“You’re rude, you know that?” Tony asks, retrieving the bot from his backpack and setting it upon the bench. “I’ll have you know that I’ve learned since then.”

“And yet you still refuse to wear gloves,” his friend sighs, settling heavily upon the adjacent chair. There’s a comfortable quiet between them while Tony works, carefully settling all the pieces onto the table, moving each with care.

It’s hard to miss the weight of observation on the back of his neck, but he lets his friend drink his fill before he’s ready to speak.

“You fuck up something?” He points to the bot.

Tony shakes his head, pressing the solder into the circuit board. “No. Well, yes. The coding is perfect, as usual, but this idiot isn’t any smarter than a Roomba. He’s meant to be smarter.”

“So?

“He is smarter. I dunno, sometimes he messes up,” Tony mumbles, reaching blindly for the bent-nose pliers before Rhodey places it in his hand. “He’s not bad, just dumb. It’s not his fault.”

“And again, what happened? Did you run him over?”

“No, the old man got sick of me playing with ‘toys’. Dumb-dumb here met the wall in a very dramatic fashion. It was an Oscar-worthy performance.”

There’s a sigh from behind him.

“Does that explain your face?”

Tony glances behind him and smirks. 

“You mean my dashing good looks?”

“Tony.”

“Honestly? I got into a fight with a feral racoon that ran off with some old lady’s purse. It nearly cost me an eye, but I saved the day. She called me a hero, gave me some stale crackers from her purse and then gave me her number.”

“Tony.”

“Fine. I was skateboarding. I was in the middle of executing a super complicated kickflip but lost control when an enlarged gutter rat scurried in front of me. I flew headfirst into the gravel. Very embarrassing. That work?”

“Tony.”

“Look, just leave it will ya? God, you’re like a nagging wife. Pick whichever story makes you feel all nice and fuzzy inside.”

Rhodey is suddenly before him, waving something in his face. “Your phone, jackass. Your better half is calling?”

Huh?

Tony blinks, gently setting down the pliers and the chip he’d removed, taking his phone. It vibrates, Your Better Half flashing across the screen. 

“Parker, ugh.” 

He really should have changed the contact name by now, he thinks, swiping to answer.

“Alcoholics Anonymous,” Tony answers by way of greeting. “How may I direct your call?”

“Ha ha, very funny, asshole. So you are awake. I’ve been trying to contact you all morning.”

“I know. I’m beginning to think you actually might have separation issues,” Tony says. “I just got rid of you like eight hours ago.”

“I’m calling about the folder. Didn’t you read my texts?“

“Oh, I read them,” Tony settles back on the stool and continues to work on the main circuit. “See, I was just ignoring you. Hoping you’d take the hint, but I forget subtlety is lost on you.”

“Look, I need my notes. Can we meet up?”

“Right, for Bio,” Tony rolls his eyes. “Can’t it wait until Monday?”

“No. I, uh -- I have a test first period. I need to study for it.”

“Uh-huh. Just remember, the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. You’ll be fine.”

“I take AP Bio, asswipe, I’m aware of that. Can I just get it back, please?”

“You take AP Bio? Was that an admin error or something?” he asks, holding the chip he’d retrieved earlier up to the light to inspect for any damage. 

It looks to be ok. The damage to the bot overall seems to be mostly cosmetic, couple of scratches, a few dents. Nothing that a few replacement panels wont fix. Whatever he hasn’t already got stored here Rhodey will surely have spare parts, it’ll be fine. God, what would he do if his friend didn’t lovingly tolerate Tony using his space for storage and barging in whenever he lucks. It’s lucky Rhode’s parents are so chill though, unlike his own. He may be a hot-head but he’s practically a saint compared to -

“ - hello? Are you still there? I can hear you breathing.”

Tony blinks. “Right. Your notes. Look, I’m kinda busy. I have a life outside of you and I don’t actually care about your academic integrity, so, you’re gonna have to wait.”

“For how long?”

“I’ll drop them off this evening, like six-ish. Hey, maybe we could do that interview with May if she’ll be around.”

“...I’m not sure that’s the best idea.”

“C’mon, I already told you I’m not actually hot for your aunt. I’ll be professional.”

Rhodey shoots him a bewildered look.

“That’s not what -- look, whatever. Just don’t be late okay. I have a life outside of you too.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. I’ll try and not get in the way of your weekend plans of crying while you masturbate.”

“I literally hate you.”

“And yet you aren’t denying the crying. Anyway, I have to go now, try to clean yourself up before I get there. See you at six, bubby,” he hangs up, cracking his neck before refocusing on his mangled creation. “Now where were we?”

“What the fuck.”

Tony pauses, pliers in hand. There is a particular expression on Rhodey’s face erring on the side of confused and haunted. 

“What?”

“’Bubby’?”

“Don’t say it like that - it’s like an inside thing. Don’t repeat it to him, alright, he’ll get pissy. And then I’ll get pissy.”

“You know it’s just a project, right? You two aren’t actually married.”

“Thank god. Could you imagine being married to that guy?” Tony shudders. “Scary.”

“Two weeks ago you said he was the bane of your existence. Now you have ‘inside things’ with him? You saw him last night?”

He sighs, shoulders dropping. Yeah, he doesn’t really have a good explanation for any of that. 

The thing about himself, Tony’s found over time and trial, is that he really, really likes to press buttons. He likes to test variables, wants to see what would happen if he did something he wasn’t supposed to, and map out the world as it occurs in motion around him. Curiosity means he likes to test the parameters, to see what can yield, what will bite back.

More often than not that kind of impulsive brand of curiosity has gotten him in some sort of trouble. Turns out not everything and everyone appreciates being tested - and many things like to lash out when pressed.  

Parker, Tony has found, is somebody that doesn’t yield or bite. If Tony was a betting man he’d have placed his money on the boy being more of a yielding type - but what he does is he presses buttons just as much as Tony does, buttons he didn’t even know he had to be pressed. 

And that very much interests Tony.

He just doesn’t know what to do with that information, except to keep pressing.

“I’ll explain later,” Tony promises, mentally crossing his fingers. “In the meantime, can we forget about Parker and focus on my broken baby here?”

Rhodey relents, but Tony knows that look in his eye. He’ll be hearing about it later and at the most inconvenient time. And he’s gonna tell Pepper.

Wonderful.

He really should change Peter’s contact name in his phone.

---

By the time he leaves the Rhodes residence and heads to his next destination, his robot is in somewhat in working order again. It remains fairly immobile though, just until Tony can replace the damaged infrared and touch sensor. It clicks its metal claws sadly towards Tony in the passenger seat as he drives.

It’s a Roy Orbison kind of day, so the music is loud and the guitar is heavy as he makes the drive to Harlem.

And if Tony frees a hand to pat the bot on its’ metal head every so often, that’s his business.

When he reaches the other side of the city he parks in his usual space at a nearby lot and contemplates whether or not he should leave the malfunctioning bot in his car for the sake of being professional. It clicks at his jacket, weakly grasping the material as if on a plea - and damn, Tony knows the thing isn’t actually sentient but what kind of asshole would he be if he left it here for the day.

Heart squeezing with sympathy, Tony delicately places him in the backpack, leaving the zip partially open for ‘air’.

Next, snacks.

While he’s retrieving a pack (or two) of Reeses, he comes across Parker’s folder that he’d stashed there last night. Their conversation from earlier returns to the forefront of his mind.

Look, Parker might not be the knuckle-dragging, monosyllabic dumbass Tony initially suspected that he was, and yeah he was savvy as demonstrated during their trip to the rental market - and yeah, definitely smarter than his social circle would suggest, and is absolutely and a source of constant surprise to Tony - but is he AP Bio - or AP anything material? 

Time to find out.

The first thing that Tony notices is that the notes are definitely not for Bio. They’re for Econ, as initially prescribed. 

The second thing he notices, as he flicks through the papers, skimming over the complicated graphs and annotated research, is that what he’s reading is actually good. 

Well, I’ll be darned, Tony thinks, eyes getting progressively wider as he flicks through the pages. Not bad at all.

Makes him wonder why Parker thought he was missing his Bio notes though.

The answer to that becomes clear when a crumpled envelope falls out of the stack onto Tony’s lap. He picks it up, at first thinking it’s a part of the research, but pauses. It’s open and it’s addressed to May Parker.

“Um,” he says.

It’s from Queens Presbyterian Hospital, which should make him drop it as if it were burning. It doesn’t, though. Either it’s meant to be included in the folder, or it’s not and that’s why Parker has been acting like a crazy-ex all morning.

Hmm. Tony sits there, torn, debating whether or not to look into it, the overdue stamp standing out against the crisp paper like a warning sign. On one hand, he’s running kinda late and, y’know, privacy or whatever -- on the other, his fingers are already itching to know what’s in it.

Mind your own business, he can already hear Rhodey saying, mind your own business, Tony.

Curiosity and a distinct lack of a moral compass wins, as always. Just a quick peek, that should be okay, right? The envelope is already open anyway, so, it’s not like anyone will be able to tell.

God, this is none of my business, he tells himself, even as he’s retrieving the letter from within and starts reading it. 

Oh.

Tony quickly stashes the letter back into the envelope and back into the folder. Yep, definitely none of his business. 

Yeah, he really shouldn’t have done that. Big fucking yikes on his behalf. And yep, there’s the guilt -- or at least he thinks the stomach churning is guilt, it could be the stale muesli bar he ate on the way.

Nonetheless, it hangs over him like a dark cloud as he picks up his backpack and heads out to the garage across the road. What kind of asshole looks into someone’s mail because they can’t help themselves. This dick, that’s who.

Fixing a grin he doesn’t really feel, he heads to the back office. He knocks on the window, ducking his head into the open door.

“Yo,” he waves to the man sitting behind the desk. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Hey kid,” the man looks up, smiling before his face drops. “Tony, your face. What happened?”

“This? It’s nothing --”

“-- is that why you couldn’t come to work yesterday? Not that I mind,” the man stands up. “Are you okay? Was it --”

“-- Was it nothing to worry about? Absolutely,” Tony holds his hands up in surrender. “Just an unfortunate encounter with a wild, feral squirrel in Central Park. I tell you, they’re deceivingly cute, but they’re pests. Totally out of control.”

“Tony.”

“Jarvis,” he interrupts, gesturing to the cars in the garage behind him. “C’mon. Look, let’s get to work, okay? Save the violins for later.”

And by later he means never.

The man sighs, world-weary, looking at him like he knows exactly what he’s thinking. At first he’s certain his boss is going to push the issue, but it must be a day for dodging bullets because he relents.

“Alright, kid. I got a ninety-four Ford sedan back there with your name on it. Busted fan belt, overheated engine. Probably needs a new set of spark plugs while you’re at it.”

With a grateful nod, Tony heads back, locating the vehicle in question. It’s rusted to all hell and probably not worth the cost of repair, but he gets stuck into it anyway, keen for a distraction. He sets his bag and bot down near him while Jarvis blasts Alice Cooper’s Poison.

Tony might not have all the answers to life’s problems, but this is something he knows how to fix.

---

He probably distracts himself a little too well, because by the time he’s wrapped up with the Ford it’s already five-thirty and he’s a mess of engine oil and coolant.

It’s only when Jarvis squeezes his shoulder and points to the clock on the far wall does he realise that he’s lost his sense of time. How the fuck is he supposed to clean up and get all the way from Harlem to Queens at this time of night?

“Ah, crap,” Tony mutters, setting down his socket-wrench in his toolbox. “I’m late.”

“Late for what? You got a hot date or something?” Jarvis asks, stepping back to give him some room as he rushes to the staff bathroom. 

“What, no,” He calls back, running the faucet and pumping soap over his hands. “I gotta go see about a guy.” He struggles to hear his boss over the running water but he doesn’t have time to stop and figure it out. 

“From school?”

“Yes, and a prime pain in my ass,” Tony mutters, drying his hands on his jeans, walking back into the garage. “Anyway, see you Monday, chief?”

His boss nods, passing Tony his earnings for the week in cash. Tony should have known to dash and run because he starts hearing the proverbial violins when Jarvis clamps a hand on his shoulder, squeezing in a way that is more paternal than Tony is comfortable with. 

“You know you can call me, you have my number. You come up and see me and the missus whenever you want.”

Tony fake snores.

“Jarvis.”

“We have a spare room,” he insists, shrugging sheepishly and stepping back. “It’s yours at any time.”

“I see you enough, okay, don’t push it. I’ll see you Monday,” Tony draws him into a one-armed hug and claps him on the back. “Don’t you worry about me.” 

“Don’t make me worry.”

“No promises,” Tony salutes, slinging his backpack on shoulder and walking backwards out of the garage to the street. “Hug the missus for me.”

Jarvis salutes back. 

With that he sprints across the street when there’s a gap in traffic, bot snapping gently at his hair as he runs.

Sweaty and sore, he is full of energy, a sense of accomplishment coursing through his blood, like an afternoon of work can only provide. He should fire off a text, he thinks, as he starts the ignition and heads out onto the road, yeah. Let Parker know he will be late.

And he does genuinely mean to send a message at the next traffic stop, but then Queen starts playing on the radio and Tony isn’t a fool, okay, he turns that up loud.

Next traffic stop, he promises himself.

---

“I’m beginning to think you can’t read the time,” Parker opens the door with a scowl. “You said six.”

Wincing in the hallway, Tony looks at his phone. Six-fifty-nine. It’s not totally his fault, okay. There was a pile up along the way and traffic was a nightmare of  ridiculous proportions. He swears he’s gonna be the first person to invent a commercially viable flying car just for the sake of personally avoiding road congestion.

“Yeah, so. Here’s the thing: I had things to do, okay, priorities --”

“You and your priorities, I swear to god --”

“Here,” Tony cuts him off, passing him his folder, letter neatly inside where it isn’t going to obviously slip out. “Your folder, dumbass.”

Peter grips it, holding it to his chest as he stares at Tony for a moment, before passing it to the nearest flat surface, a weathered and small table that holds their keys.

“Okay, thanks,” Peter nods, smiling grimly, looking behind his shoulder. “Appreciate it. You can go now.”

“So where are the Econ notes,” Tony blurts, wincing as he plays dumb. “I mean, if you had something prepared.”

Peter blinks, surprised. “Oh, uh. Um, It can wait until Monday, can’t it?”

“The assignment is due Wednesday.”

“Right. Um, just give me a sec --”

“Is that Tony?”

May appears behind Peter, smiling brightly. Tony waves, rocking back on his feet. 

“Hey, Missus Parker.”

“Hey there, handsome,” she hip-checks her nephew, joining him in the doorway and glancing between the two. “You didn’t mention we were having company tonight, Pete.”

“He’s not handsome and he’s not staying --”

“-- I was just dropping something off,” he looks to Peter. “And excuse you, the lady has spoken and I have to agree. I am handsome. Some might even say that I’m debonair.”

“And some might say that you’re deplorable.”

“Hmm, I think you mean adorable.”

That prompts a smile out of Peter. He crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his chin up, all haughty.

“Tony Stark, you are many things, but adorable isn’t one of them.”

He leans in, pouting playfully. “Oh come on, Parker. I’m a little cute, aren’t I?”

“No.”

“Not even a little?”

“Uh, let me check,” Peter pauses before smiling sardonically. “Verdicts in - jury says you’re one-hundred-percent despicable. Sorry.”

"I’m sure I could sway the jury.”

“I think you mean you could pay the jury.”

Tony nods, pretending to be serious. “Well, yeah. You know, for consensus.”

Peter licks his lips, shifting closer.

“Consensus is important...”

“...Well, if you two are done,” May says after an extended period of silence, tying her hair back into a ponytail. “We were just about to head out to a Thai place around the corner. Tony, you should join us.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. I should go --”

The rest of his words are cut off by a truly monstrous growl of his stomach. He winces, scrunching up his nose sheepishly. He probably should have eaten more than Reeses all afternoon.

“Well, I guess that settles that,” May says, stepping out of the doorway and beckoning Tony in. “Come in. Sorry about the mess.” 

It’s with Peter still staring at him that he reluctantly enters their apartment, brushing past the other boy. It looks the same as it did the other week, mostly tidy and smelling like incense. There’s a sizeable stack of unfolded laundry on the dining table, however, that wasn’t there before. 

Tony’s distracted by a pair of dancing-bulbasaur boxers sticking out of the pile when May leans in close to sniff at his hair. 

“You’ve got something in your hair, honey. Is that paint?”

He runs his fingers through his hair, palm coming back streaked with green. “Oh, uh, radiator fluid,” he explains, holding up his hand. 

“Can I ask what you did to your face?”

“I saved a homeless guy and his beef-sandwich from a pack of rabid, angry dogs. No need to call me a hero.”

May looks at him oddly. “Oh, well, if you say so. Go get yourself washed up and we can head out.”

The burn of Peter’s stare follows him all the way to their bathroom.

---

The meal is less awkward than Tony thought it would be.

Well, for him at least.

Over larb and khao pad they’d gotten through an informal interview with May about her experience as a caregiver with a single income. Not only was it informative for his own future financial independence, but she has been generous enough to speckle in colorful anecdotes of her nephew’s upbringing. Parker’s face has been getting progressively redder all night and it has nothing to do with the spice in his food.

Tony has enjoyed the evening thoroughly.

“ - and of course, we were lucky we hadn’t decided to go cheap on the health insurance. Especially when Pete here broke his wrist at gymnastics when he was eight.”

Tony barely holds back a snort. 

“You did gymnastics, Parker?”

Peter tips his head back to stare at the ceiling and sighs. The flush seems to be creeping down his neck too, Tony observes gleefully. He stuffs a large mouthful of rice in his mouth to mitigate the urge to tease. 

"Yes, he was very good, weren’t you, Pete? So talented, you should see his medals.”

“Stop, please.”

“C’mon, no need to be embarrassed, Pete, you were amazing,” she says. “You’re still a flexible little bug, aren’t you?”

Tony chokes on his rice.

Peter has his eyes squeezed shut and looks like he wants the earth to swallow him whole. 

“May, I’m literally begging you.”

“Uh,” he beats at his chest with his fist, swallowing roughly. “So how long did you do that for?”

“Until I was fourteen.”

“Why’d you quit?”

There’s a very deliberate, weighted pause. May and Peter share a look between them and Tony gets a deeply uncomfortable sense that he’s just stuck his foot in it. Retract, he thinks, already regretting opening his mouth.

“Well,” May clears her throat, her tone light. “After my husband, Pete’s uncle Ben died, we moved away and we had to make some... financial cuts at the time.”

The bite he’s just taken goes to ash in his mouth. God, he really is a big idiot isn’t he. He’d assumed that May never got married to the man in the photos or that they’d just divorced, he didn’t realise that he’d passed - and so recently, too. Welling up with shame, he can’t stop himself from glancing at Peter, who’s staring at the table, lips pursed.

“Oh,” he clears his throat. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to - I didn’t know. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” May waves her hand dismissively, but her smile is strained. “Anyway, what about you, Tony? You’re severely asthmatic, right? That must have been hard, growing up if you wanted to play sports.”

Tony’s eyes widen.

“Yes, um, so hard. Luckily I’m not really an exercise-y kinda guy. I personally prefer to keep a heart rate below eighty beats per minute.”

“Did you have any hobbies growing up?”

“Yeah, driving my parents crazy,” Tony says, glad for the shift from the somber topic. “Escaping from nannies, seeing how quickly I could get them to quit.”

“You like tinkering,” Peter says quietly, looking up. “You mentioned, before. Cars and stuff.”

He shrugs, starting to feel as if he’s under the microscope, especially when Peter looks at him, eyes glittering with thinly-veiled interest. 

“I mean, I don’t know. I like - building stuff, I guess. Machines and robots, y’know, cars. It’s like, whatever.”

“You want to be the next Elon Musk or somethin’?” Peter asks, not unkindly, resting his chin on his hand.

“Nah, I wanna be the first Tony Stark,” he scratches his cheek, suddenly bashful. It’s an uncommon feeling for him. One hard to avoid, however, particularly when there is a boy who Tony doesn’t really hate who’s asking about his life like it might matter. 

He clears his throat. “Anyway, mostly it was just me cataloguing all the ways I could make the vein in my fathers’ head pop. I’m still working on that.”

May looks between them, smiling.

“Sounds like you were a handful.”

“Sure was.”

Still is, apparently, no matter how much he tries to stay out of the way.

The silence that follows is punctuated by the sounds of cutlery scraping across plates, of shrinking ice cubes rattling against glass. It feels pensive at the same time as it does thorny, like Tony opened the door to let someone in but accidentally let out a few ghouls.

And despite knowing he’d stepped on a landmine with the Parkers, he can’t help but wonder what other pieces of the puzzle he’s missing. Why Peter doesn’t live with his parents. Not that Tony is invested in him or anything.

He just doesn’t like mysteries, that’s all.

May excuses herself after to head to the bathroom not long after. It’s during that time that the waiter brings the check, which Tony takes immediately, slipping in some of the cash he’d gotten earlier, despite Peter’s protests. He was gonna do it anyway, even if he didn’t have the letter in the back of his mind.

“Stop paying for me,” Peter says after he passes the check-book back to the waiter. “Your family is rich, I get it. I’ve told you, I don’t need your charity.”

Tony shakes his head. It’s not worth mentioning that the only money he spends doesn’t come from his family.

“It’s not charity. Do you really think I’m that nice, eh? C’mon. Maybe I like lording it over you.”

“Well, at some point I’m going to pay you back.”

“And when that time comes I’m not going to accept your money.”

“You will,” Peter smiles wryly down at his plate. “I have my ways.”

“As do I, sweetums. Now, do me a favour: shut up and finish your larb.”

Peter does, but something about him shifts. It seems more quiet and contemplative, his eyes staying longer on Tony than they normally would. He wants to tell him to take a picture, but for once, Tony thinks it’s probably best if he keeps his mouth shut.

---

Back at the apartment, Peter goes to retrieve his ‘Econ notes’, taking the folder from the table and retreating to his bedroom. In the interim, May offers to let Tony stay over, inviting him for what he’s sure would be a rousing game of Mario Kart. 

He politely declines.

“You sure? Winner gets to choose a movie.”

“I should really get home,” he says. “Thanks though. And thanks for dinner.”

“No problem. Thank you for paying, you didn’t have to do that. Let me pay you back.”

“No need. Think of it as payment for your services and letting us pick your brain tonight.”

She reluctantly accepts with a lot less pride than what her nephew displayed and that makes Tony feel a little sick, because it’s evident that she’s a proud and stubborn woman by nature. Her acceptance, albeit laboured, speaks volumes as to the reasoning behind it.

What takes him by surprise is when she hugs him goodbye and kisses his cheek.

“You’re a good egg, Anthony. Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

It’s probably the most maternal touch he’s had since, well. Probably since he last went to stay with Jarvis and his wife. Fidgeting in the hold, he’s not sure if he wants to squirm or to sink into it.

May leaves when Peter comes back in, a familiar stack of notes in his hands that he passes to Tony.

“You gonna kiss me goodbye, too?”

“What?” Peter blinks.

"Uh, never mind,” Tony waves the papers at him. “Thanks for this.”

Peter looks around to make sure they’re alone before leaning in rather promptly. 

“Wow, hold up on the proximity there,” Tony inches back, startled by their sudden closeness. “I was joking about the kiss --”

“You read the letter, didn’t you,” Peter whisper-hisses.

“What? Letter? What letter?” Tony says, voice strangled. “I don’t know of any letter.”

He gets a painful poke in his chest for his lies.

“Don’t play dumb. It wasn’t where I left it.”

“I’m not -- ow, quit poking me.”

“Then stop lying. You’re unbelievable -- don’t you know that opening someone else’s mail is a crime?”

Tony’s shoulders slump as he concedes.

“Look, it was an accident, it just slipped out. And also, it’s not technically a crime, if the envelope was already open.”

“Oh and the letter magically opened itself and forced you to read it.” 

“That could be argued.”

“Why couldn’t you mind your own business?“

Sick of being poked, he shoves the papers between his arm and his ribs to hold them and takes Peter’s fingers in his hands, squeezing the digits when they struggle to break free of his hold.

“I should have, I admit it - I didn’t think, okay, I’m sorry. Is she okay?”

Peter stops struggling, looking over his shoulder again.

“I don’t know,” he leans in again to whisper, “I only found it yesterday, I haven’t spoken to her yet. Look, I know you hate me, but can you please not tell anyone about this?”

“Why would I tell anyone?”

“I don’t know, because you’re the devil, and you get a kick out of seeing me suffer?”

“True, but I’m not going to tell anyone. Promise. That would make me look like an asshole and you like a martyr. Ergo, I shut my cake hole and continue looking better than you.”

“You’re a real prince charming,” the other boy huffs, but seems to take him at face value. “If I find out differently I’m going to come after you. You’re going to need dental work afterwards.”

Tony lets go of their joined hands, balling his fists and raising them to his face, mimicking what the other boy had done last night. 

“You wanna tousle, huh?”

He gets a light shove out the doorway for his attitude.

“Alright, smartass. Get the fuck outta here already.”

“Going, going. Goodnight, princess.”

He mock bows, peering up under his eyelashes, momentarily arrested as he watches Parker roll his eyes and bite his bottom lip in an attempt to smother a smile. 

His heart continues to beat a bit oddly all the way down to the car, where he sits in contemplative silence for a few moments until the sound of metal clicking shifts him out of his thoughts.

“Oh, hey you,” he coos, gently retrieving his bot from his bag and placing it in the passenger seat, instantly feeling bad. “I didn’t think I would take so long. I’m sorry.”

Placing a seatbelt over the bot and buckling him in, Tony begins to narrate his night to him as he pulls off the curb and begins driving.

“I guess that Parker isn’t so bad,” he tells the bot, who swivels its head in response to his voice. “I mean, he can’t dress for shit and has questionable tastes in friends - oh, and cannot hold his liquor - but I dunno, baby-bot. He’s okay. Don’t tell anyone I said that, though -- and oh my god, did I mention he did gymnastics, what a fucking dork...”

The thoughts churn and buoy him until he pulls up to his house nearly an hour later. From the driveway he can see his fathers office light still on.

The sight of it makes his stomach drop, all good cheer gone in an instant. 

“Damn,” Tony whispers to himself, tapping his knuckles against the steering wheel. This time of night on a Saturday can only mean one thing and he is really not in the mood to be in the crosshairs of whatever his father and Stane are up to.

But before he can work himself into a worry his phone vibrates in his pocket.

> hey, look, thanks for not being a total dick tonight about everything > and last night as well, I guess > yknow what i mean < ur welcome < by the way, i’m proud of you  > for what < not finishing off ur aunts beer tonight < takes strength < asking for help is the first step > omfg i take back what i said > ur the worst < and ur a pain in my ass > they have creams for that u know > anyway, g’nite, butthole > p.s. you’re still not adorable Tony smiles down at his phone. < goodnight bambi The bot clicks at him, breaking him out of his train of thought.

“Don’t look at me like that. Let’s go in, but you gotta keep quiet, okay.”

He manages to avoid detection and attention from anyone, despite accidentally stepping on a squeaky floorboard. Maybe it had something to do with the record player and raucous laughter coming from the office.

In any case, Tony’s just happy to make it back to his bedroom. There, he toes off his sneakers and starts getting ready for bed, stashing the leftover cash into a drawer.

It makes him think about Peter’s reluctance for Tony to pay for over the last couple of instances, and how freaking annoying that is. And rude. 

Honestly, the dude should count himself as one of the lucky guys - Tony is not that magnanimous. He doesn’t experience an impulsive, unthinking eagerness to provide for just anybody.

Oh.

Tony stills in the middle of his bedroom.

Oh no.

He knows what this is.

“This is bad.”

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#starker #ironspider #tony stark x peter parker #high school au

[imagine-docx]

for b.

Summary: The three times Bucky was insecure, and the one time you proved you loved him with your entire heart. [continuation of sneaky] [chubby!neighbour!au]

Warnings: body shaming, self doubt, swearing

A/N: the amount of love i got on sneaky is astronomical! thank you all for reading my work, and for those of you who asked, here’s a lil part 2 for you. - amanda 💛

if you haven’t read sneaky, click here to read it. reading it isn’t necessary, but many highly recommend reading it. 

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You’ve made thousands of horrible decisions over the course of your life, but dating James Buchanan Barnes is not one of them. Dating him is probably one of the best things to happen to you. You still get butterflies anytime he picks you up from work, spontaneously calls you, random ‘i love you texts’, the entire works.

Since dating Bucky, you’ve seen his insecurities at an all time high. Which was completely understandable considering what happened to him in his last relationship.

For the first three weeks, he always tried hiding his metal arm. That was until one night you two were watching a movie in your living room and you practically had to crawl into his metal arm and reassure you loved him, metal arm or not.

He constantly shied away from your cell phone’s camera. Which ultimately resulted in you taking cute couple photos when he was asleep, and his face was buried in your neck, but he doesn’t know those photos exist.

One night the two of you were working at your living room table and he bent to give you a slice of pie, and his stomach accidentally brushed your arm. Which resulted in word vomit from him apologizing, and you opening the floodgate of reassurance telling him not to apologize and he was the cutest thing to exist.

The longer the two of you dated, it got slightly better, but still your heart ached at the fact that he doesn’t see himself as worthy enough to date you.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

The morning after the first time you two had sex, was probably the worst you’ve seen him at.

That morning he rolled over to wrap his arm around you, but that was until he was greeted with a cold and empty space next to him. He opened his eyes and realized you were gone. He rolled back onto his back and covered his eyes with his flesh arm, and felt the tears form in his eyes. He knew you would be too disgusted at his naked body, and were right to run when you could.

He suddenly felt a weight straddling him, as well as a pair of soft hands cradle his face, “Baby? What’s wrong?”

His eyes snapped open, there you were in one of his old red henleys and your panties, “You’re here? I thought you left,” he managed to stammer out.

“Alpine looked like he was about to kill you if you withheld food from him for another twenty minutes. Though I love Alpine, I love having a super cuddly boyfriend more,” you said stroking the stubble that littered his jaw, “Now what’s got my baby boy upset?”

“I thought you left after seein-” you cut him off before he even got to his point.

“Nope, and I never will,” you looked into his eyes, “Buck, I love you for you. Six pack or not. Metal arm or not. That doesn’t change the fact that I love you, and will continue to love you.” You pushed the stray strands of hair out of his face, “I fell in love with that heart of gold you have. The one that cooks me dinner when I work late because he’s worried I'm not eating good. Or when he comes and picks me up out of nowhere for coffee. Or all those times we’ve cuddled while watching movies and you pretend you don’t fall asleep. Hell even when you’re pissed off at Mario Kart. I love everything about you.”

Bucky teared up once again before pulling you into his arms and engulfing you in the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten. He buried his face into your hair, “I love you so much doll.”

“I love you more Buck, don’t forget that,” you said stroking his back.

“Can we stay here all day?” He asked.

“As much as I want to say yes, we need food,” you said, as he pulled away and looked into your eyes.

“All the food I need is here,” he said squeezing at your hips.

“Listen babe, as much as this is fun, you worked up an appetite. I’m gonna need to eat if you’re gonna be jumping at my bones all day,” you said stroking his hair, “I got Wanda to drop off bagels and coffee, so we need to eat.”

He groaned before letting out a, “Fine.” He untangled himself from you, and got up and put on a pair of boxers, he looked back to see you looking at him biting your lower lip. “Are you checking me out?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re the hottest thing to walk this earth,” you said getting up from the bed.

He wrapped his arms around your waist before planting a peck onto your lips, “I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I love you more. Now go brush your teeth and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

He planted another soft one before releasing you, and the moment he turned around, he felt a light tap on his ass. He turned back to see you practically ran out of the bedroom giggling. You would be the death of James Buchanan Barnes.

The rest of your day consisted of random love making on random surfaces, cuddling, napping and eating.

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The second time you’ve caught his insecurities at a high was one night that the entire office had to go for drinks late in the evening and he shot you a ‘SOS’ text.

You let yourself in with the key he gave you and made your way up to his bedroom, walking in, you saw the amount of clothing that buried his bed, and Alpine snuggled against one of his military green t-shirts.

You saw Bucky’s back in the closet, you quickly lifted up Alpine who meowed at you, and took the shirt and hid it under your body.

He didn’t know you were there, because he walked back and threw yet another set of clothes and yelped when he saw you were there, “Jesus Christ doll, warn me when you’re here next time.”

“Now as much as I love fashion, I didn’t think you were into it. So what’s happening?” You asked him, as he held up two shirts against his body in the mirror.

“Office drinks, and I have no clue what to wear. I was hoping my fashionable girlfriend would help her clueless boyfriend out,” he said turning around and pouting at you.

“I guess I have to put my job to use,” you jokingly said.

Looking at the pile of clothes on his bed, you knew he was searching for too long before he sent you the text. Kind of like how you can tell how old a fossil is based on how much material is on top of it.

“Did I break my girlfriend? Does she not even know where to start?” He jokingly asked.

“No, just my boyfriend being stupid and not realizing he looks cute in everything he wears,” you responded, looking under his pile of clothes.

He could feel his cheeks burn up, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face into your hair, “Thank you.”

You managed to pull out a military green bomber jacket, a black t-shirt and some black jeans. “Bam, an outfit.”

He kissed your hair before pulling away, “Thank you doll.”

He was about to walk into the washroom to change, “Where do you think you’re going?” You asked.

“To change in the washroom?” He said, confused.

“Change here,” you said.

“A-are you sure?” He stuttered out.

“Buck, I’ve seen you naked thousands of times, this isn’t any different,” you said reassuring him.

He walked back to the bed, and slowly peeled his current outfit off of his body and replaced it with the one you provided him.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“I think that this would look better on the floor,” you said slyly.

He chuckled before throwing the shirt he was previously wearing at you, “Jokes on you, you’re never getting this back.”

“That’s fine with me doll, you look better in my clothes than I do,” he said.

“Are you sweet talking me to avoid paying me for styling services?” You faked offence.

“Is it working?” He joked back.

“A little,” you said fanning yourself.

He laughed, before coming around the other side of the bed, and wrapped his arms around your waist, and you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck. “Will you be here when I come back?” He asked.

“Can I borrow your Disney plus then?” You asked.

“Of course doll, you can have anything you want,” he said kissing your forehead.

“I think you made the worst decision telling me that,” you responded, burying your face into his chest.

“And why’s that?” he hummed out.

“I’m stealing your entire closet, and maybe your cat,” you said.

“I said what I said doll, you look better in my clothes.”

He felt this sense of warmth knowing his girlfriend picked out this outfit and he wore a smile with confidence, which didn’t go unnoticed by Sam. And Sam being the number one hype man he is, kept telling Bucky that if he didn’t have a girlfriend he would have snatched him by now.

He came home later than he anticipated, and heard the soft sounds of the tv playing from his room. He walked into his room hoping you were awake, but his heart melted at the site of you curled up in his bed, wearing his shirt, with his cat next to your sleeping form.

He let the TV softly play while he went to shower so he doesn’t wake you. He came back, moved Alpine to his bed on the floor, and crawled underneath the covers with you.

He thought his heart couldn’t get anymore mushy after seeing you in bed, but the moment he laid down, you curled up into his arms, and his heart exploded.

Turning off the TV, he got comfortable with you before falling asleep.

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Bucky sat on your couch reading over one of the files for work, while you were typing away at your laptop. Your eyes were starting to hurt while you were finishing the final details for the fall fashion show that is supposed to happen within the next month.

Pushing yourself away from your laptop, you turned to study your boyfriend. He was in sweats, had his hair pulled back in a low bun, and were innocently chewing on the tip of his pen. “Babe?” You called out.

“Hmm?” He hummed out.

“I need to talk to you,” you responded.

He was still staring at the file in his hand, “Shoot doll.”

“I need your attention,” you responded.

He looked up, only to have you throw yourself into his arms and stay there. “Okay what do you want to talk about?” He asked.

“Nothing,” you responded.

“But you wanted my attention?” He asked, even more confused.

“That’s literally it, I needed your attention,” you said burying your face into his shirt.

He chuckled before tossing the file and pen onto the coffee table in front of him, he wrapped his arms around you. “And I thought I was the needy one.”

“How can I resist myself when I have a hunk of meat sitting on my couch?” You asked.

He rubbed gentle circles into your back, “Hunk? Never heard that one.”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“I guess you’re right about that part doll.”

“Have you ever been to a fashion show?” You asked.

“Not in my lifetime,” he responded.

“Come to the one I have next month?” You asked.

“Will my pretty girlfriend be there?” He asked.

“Of course,” you responded.

“Then I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said squeezing you.

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It was the morning of the fashion show, and Bucky once again found himself panicking and not knowing what to wear. But this time he couldn’t send a ‘SOS’ to you because you were at work doing last minute touches on the show.

He turned around from his closet only to be greeted by Sam and Steve, “Jesus Christ,” he put a hand over his heart, “Do you knock?”

“No,” Steve responded as Sam dangled the spare key Bucky hid outside.

“Fuck both of you,” he grumbled.

“Listen, your girlfriend sent us because she knew you would have a heart attack picking out an outfit, and she also sent us tickets,” Steve said.

“And I’m gonna make sure my baby boy is dressed real nice,” Sam said, “Now move and let uncle Sam work his magic,” Sam continued before going into Bucky’s closet.

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It was 4:30, Sam, Steve and Bucky were standing in the venue sipping champagne whilst waiting for the hall to open for seating. Looking around, Bucky felt so out of place, “You look good Buck,” Steve noticed and reassured him.

“Of course Buck looks good, my man looks good all the time,” Sam said.

“Your man? I’m convinced he’s mine,” he heard a familiar voice from behind him. He turned around and had the air knocked out of him.

There you were, in a long sleeved black sequined shirt, that was tucked into your black shorts, and a pair of knee high heels. Even though it was simple, you were the only person who stood out in the room.

“Sam may be wrong about that, I’m only yours,” he said wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

“Sorry Sam, I won this round,” you joked.

“I got the two of you together and now you’re the sole owner for him? I call bullshit,” Sam retaliated.

“Okay fine, you get him Monday to Friday, and I get him weekends,” you negotiated.

“Now you’re talking.” Sam responded.

You heard someone call out your name, knowing you had to be pulled backstage yet again. “I gotta go, I’ll see you after?” You asked.

“Of course,” he said, before you pecked his lips and disappeared to where Carol called you.

“Tinman got some game,” Tony said coming up to the group.

“I didn’t know you were invited,” Steve said.

“I’m always invited to these things Cap, and lucky for you I am sitting next to you guys,” Tony responded, stealing Bucky’s champagne.

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Bucky didn’t realize what was happening until Sam nudged his ribcage, “All of those look like things you would wear.”

And yes it was. There were henley’s, t-shirts, sweaters, jeans, sweatpants, hell they were in colours he would wear too, black, red, navy blue, military green, etc. It looked like someone took Bucky’s entire closet and remade all of his clothes and put it on display for him to see.

He also realized there were models of different sizes, some with prosthetics, and he felt his heart swell. He knew you managed to convince everyone there to do this. He never thought you would do it on such a grand scale of doing it at a fashion show.

For the remainder of the show, he sat there with the biggest smile on his face and it didn’t even falter, not even once.

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Bucky waited for you to finish up before taking you out for milkshakes and a walk in the park. Since it was colder than when you left this morning, he draped his suit jacket on you, and held your hand. You were sipping on your milkshake before Bucky asked, “Did you put together the entire show for me?”

“What gave it away? The fact I literally stole your closet to do this? Or the fact it’s called ‘For B.’?” You asked.

He nearly choked on his milkshake, “You named it what?”

You stopped and looked him in the eye, “‘For B.’ because it’s for Bucky. I know you always talk about how you aren’t as pretty as models, which is a complete lie might I add and they don’t wear what you wear. So I thought, why not make it for you. I’m sorry if you don’t li-”

You were cut off by Bucky engulfing you into his arms, “Doll, no one has ever done that for me.”

“I love you Buck,” you said looking up at him.

“I love you more doll,” he said, kissing you.

#marvel x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic masterlist #mcu x reader #marvel fanfics #mcu fanfic #marvel fanfictions #marvel masterlist #winter soldier fanfic #bucky fluff #james barnes x reader #chubby!bucky x reader #chubby!bucky #chubby!bucky barnes #chubby!bucky au #neighbour!bucky #neighbor!bucky #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes au #bucky #barnes

[soukokuwu]

☼ : short on time? lazy like me? try these ^.<

oneshots/scenarios !

✎ ANGST

come back, even as a shadow, even as a dream ☼ — he remembers you, since the day he first met you, and even when you’re gone. he remembers everything.

the day i met a demon ☼ — once upon a time he did you a favour, and now he’s come to collect. [au: grim reaper dazai]

life & you ☼ — he sticks by you, even when he knows you’re going to leave him soon. this is dazai giving his all to a love he knows is bound to fail.

“why haven’t you left?”; alternate ending — dazai pushes you away to save you from his dangerous world, and instead finds you in even more danger than before.

imagine — he’s gone, and you think you’re crazy for seeing him.

a breathing pain — the story of how dazai osamu killed you.

wandering — what could be worse than losing your best friend, your confidant? (may be rewriting this)

a letter to dazai osamu ☼ — you write a letter to your boyfriend.

something left unguarded — it’s hard not to let your guard down around someone you love, what’s harder is not to falter when they’re gone.

❝how our journey pans out❞ [complete] — the story of how you and dazai’s friendship flourished while breaking your heart.

chapter 001 - this is our beginning. — fluff-ish

chapter 002 - and how it all goes.

chapter 003 - but it all came crashing.

✎ FLUFF

take a chance [university!au] ☼ — it’s your senior year and the infamous suicidal bastard has just come back. (part 2 coming soon)

“why haven’t you left?” — dazai doesn’t understand why you have so much faith in him.

through my eyes — you don’t think you’re beautiful, but he does, and he tries to show you you are.

what you would give — being in a secret relationship with pm!dazai is never going to be easy.

your masks & mine — you feel insecure because of your own childhood, and dazai wants to understand.

cognizance — dazai never lets you in, and you’re losing faith in the relationship.

takes two to tango ☼ — dazai thinks he may have found his match in you. the one where you’re an assassin and dazai did not see this coming.

hot chocolate & marshmallows — an indoors day with your favourite drink.

home is not a place — dazai comforts you after an unnecessary hardship [tw: discrimination against skin tone]

the perfect escape — comfort cuddling with dazai in bed.

lovebug — sometimes the simplest dates carry the greatest meanings.

✎ NSFW

stop lying to yourself — dazai takes care of his ex-partner. like, really takes care of him.

our dirty little secret — you and dazai are fuck buddies and you decide to have a rendezvous in someone’s office...

on edge ☼ — a steamy night of overstimulation and getting to peg your boyfriend dazai.

little babygirl — soft dom dazai with a shy you.

drabbles !

things he said too quietly

things they said at 1am [soukoku]

things he said when he was scared

things he said when he was drunk

things he said while you were crying

things he said when he was crying

    headcanons !

✎ FLUFF/ANGST/NSFW     

turned back into a child & s/o has to take care of him

s/o with identical twin sister [& drabble]

finding s/o with mild heart attack

s/o who sleeps everywhere

sleepy cuddles with s/o

makeup artist s/o

insecure chubby s/o    

s/o with identical twin sister [& drabble]

tall fem!s/o insecure about her height

popular artist fem!s/o

fem!crush with yandere-ish male!best friend

clumsy male!s/o

falling for a one-night stand

male!s/o with anxiety attacks

s/o working in kindergarten

s/o who likes surprising them

bubbly s/o with a similar past

s/o who likes baking sweets

sick s/o with hallucinations and tries to jump

s/o who likes to jump scare him

jealous because fem!s/o loves anime, otome games etc & keeps showing off husbandos & waifus

water date

meek male s/o

little sister left mafia with him, now kouyou wants her back

very affectionate & headstrong s/o

s/o with a bad past

comforting his s/o

punishing s/o for trying to top him

taking care of baby atsushi with s/o

super horny s/o

very deredere crush

✎ YANDERE

pm boss!dazai x pm!s/o 

yandere s/o

a broken darling s/o 

punishing darling for escaping

s/o stops taking vital medicine 

shy hikikomori s/o NSFW

s/o not receptive to their feelings at all

hikikomori darling who escapes trying to protect him

s/o has a thing for his hands NSFW

hikikomori darling has to stay in the hospital

darling kisses him while he’s sleeping & says that they still love him despite everything

#tumblr ihy you made me redo my gifs to bland ones 😾 #rachwrote #masterlist #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #bsd oneshot #bsd scenarios #bsd x reader #bsd dazai osamu #bsd dazai x reader

[fizzydrink698]

a “short” list of WIPs

I’m a mess.

This is mostly for posterity, like a thing I can look back on in and think “aw, that’s what I was writing at this point? I remember that.”

But also, I’m about to expose my biggest vice: plotting fic out and never finishing it. It’s a Problem™.

All this is pretty subject to change I’m fickle but if you’re intrigued by a particular fic, absolutely feel free to send me asks about it and I’ll give more detail and also low-key it’s an incredible boost to my productivity when people show in an interest.

(also, we’re keeping it to kpop-only, because this is already too many for just one area)

Here we go!

Stray Kids

1.      90s AU: BC x Reader

A drunk Chan kisses you in the middle of a slight stress-related breakdown, and you are left reeling at what this might mean for your life-long friendship.

2.      90s AU: LM x Reader

Current word-count: 4.2k

Thanks to a series of poor life choices, you need to bring a boyfriend to a popular girl’s party. Luckily, you know just the hot older guy to play along with your charade.

3.      90s AU: SC x Reader

You need to pass this exam and Changbin turns out to be ridiculously smart. You badger him into tutoring you, and hey, these sessions are a great opportunity to flirt with him just for fun. It’s not like he’s ever going to reciprocate, right?

4.      90s AU: HH x Reader

“It was an oversight on your part. You were so focused on making Hyunjin see you as a girl, but why? You suppose…you just didn’t want him to dismiss you.”

Or: you overhear Hyunjin refer to you as ‘just one of the guys’ and it really gets to you.

5.     90s AU: KS x Reader

You tried to gently break things off with your boyfriend and he retaliated by spreading rumours about you cheating on him with your multiple male friends. The last thing you expect is Seungmin – soft-spoken, gentle Seungmin – to punch the guy in the face right in front of the whole school.

6.     90s AU: YJ x Reader

You want to have your first kiss with Jeongin. You go to Chan – the most trustworthy older boy you know – for advice on how to go about this, and an eavesdropping 3racha are now adamant about getting you and Jeongin together.

7.      90s AU: Christmas Edition. General fluff, angst, the power of friendship.

You get Hyunjin a giant stuffed llama for Christmas and your friends are delighted and/or appalled. That’s it, that’s the plot.

Definitely don’t notice that angst mention up there, I’m sure that won’t come into play at all.

8.     Space AU. OT8 x Reader

Current word-count: 2.1k

Poly shenanigans in space, need I say more?

9.   Tethered. Vampire AU. BC x Reader x LF.

Current word-count: 1.3k

It’s Vampire!Chan and Vampire!Felix in a dark academia college setting, need I say more?

10.   Office AU. HH x Reader.

The night before you start your new job at an internationally renowned publishing company, you have a one-night-stand with a breath-takingly hot guy. You can’t believe your luck. And then you meet your new boss.

Or: I watched the ‘Back Door’ practice video with all the members in suits, and this was born. Yes, all the skz members make an appearance in this fic. And…yes, I’m already debating writing more fics in this universe about them. Felix in particular has, like, super fun characterisation in this.

11.   Rich High School AU. DanceRacha x Reader

I…well…it’s Boys Over Flowers. It’s Boys Over Flowers with DanceRacha and more social commentary. You got the plucky protagonist, you got the rich hot guys who are kinda insensitive but they get better, just all of the drama tropes. Also, she bangs all of them, that’s how BOF should have happened, in this essay I will-

12.   College AU. BC x Reader x LF.

Working title: “Poly Negotiations and Bisexuality Bonanza”

Or: You’ve been mistaking Chan and Felix as a couple for months. Chan is incredulous to hear this…only to call you a few days later in the middle of a sexuality crisis, because “oh no felix is HOT” and now you’re his emotional support through this awakening, quashing your own feelings for the both of them as you do so.

Or: I dunno, I just wanna see more bisexual awakenings in fics.

13.   Idol AU. BC x Reader

You’re a former JYP trainee who left c.2015 and found fame in an all-female band instead of an idol group. You reunite with your former best friend and first love in rehearsals for a huge cross-promotional stage performance, where the two of you are paired up for some spicy choreography.

14.   Fantasy AU. Inspired by the MAMA 2020 Performance. BC x Reader x ?

Your country’s in the middle of the civil war, as Chan presses his rightful claim to the throne against his uncle. You are a spy sent to infiltrate his base camp and that ain’t the only thing you infiltrate, ayyy

15.   Mafia AU. Maknae On Top!YJ x Reader

You’re a bartender who has long since learned to turn a blind eye to the shady dealings that go in your club. One day, you make the mistake of saving the life of the city’s youngest crimelord and now he…he just kinda keeps following you around like a puppy, dragging his long-suffering bodyguards along with him.

Or: I watched the Maknae On Top video and, whoops, here we are.

16.   Neighbours AU. BC x Reader

“In every other aspect, Chan was an exemplary neighbour. He kept you updated about tenant meetings when you couldn’t make them, he was neat and well-organised and brought you ramen when his favourite takeout place was running a two-for-one promotion. He even looked after your cat when you spent a weekend visiting your parents last month. Because of this, you were willing to overlook a little bit of loud music on weekend nights. But…would it really kill him to plug in some headphones after 10pm?”

BTS

17.   Offbeat. Sequel to upbeat. JH x Reader x YG.

Your new relationship with Hoseok is complicated when Yoongi becomes Hoseok’s new roommate.

Or: apparently I’m incapable of writing a multi-chapter fic that doesn’t eventually become poly. Come on, you had to know that hardcore flirting from yoongi in ‘upbeat’ was gonna go somewhere.

18.   Zombie Apocalypse AU. OT7 x Reader.

Current word-count: 7.6k

Twelve years after the end of the world, your settlement is faced with the task of rebuilding society.

Features: snarky banter, enemies-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, and me delicately constructing an eight-person romance.

19.   Singer AU. JK x Reader x NJ.

Current word-count: 16.7k

The year is 2019, and you are an indie singer reeling from an incredibly explosive, incredibly public break-up with your very famous ex-girlfriend. And on top of that, you just accidentally deflowered the youngest member of the world’s most popular boy-group, language-barrier issues and all.

20.   Historical AU. Daechwita!YG x Reader.

Current word-count: 1k

You’re a sheltered ingenue about to enter an arranged marriage with infamous warlord and recently crowned king Min Yoongi.

Or: I flex my BA in History.

21.   Former Child Star AU. JK x Reader.

Years after starring in the wildly famous definitely not Scooby-Doo-inspired children’s TV show ‘Mystery Squad’ and leaving the acting business entirely at the age of fourteen, you return over a decade later to shoot an Anniversary Special and are reunited with your old castmates.

Featuring: Seokjin as an incredibly successful actor-turned-horror-director. Jungkook as a wild, fuckboi ex-child-star just finishing an explosive comeback of award-nominated performances. And BP’s Rosé as a rom-com queen and just being real fucking cute.

22.   Time Loop. BU fic. Dark. SJ x Reader but uh it’s really not at all a romance

You saw an exhausted Seokjin one day in class, and silently wished you could help him out somehow. Things do not go well.

Or: Reader’s caught in the BU time-loop, and it turns out constantly reliving the emotional break-down and deaths of your friends is kind of traumatic.

Or: I’m trying to be light-hearted in this summary bc yeah this is fucking dark and I don’t want to kill the mood

23.   Self-Indulgent College AU. No pairing decided yet, but frat! BTS are delightful to write.

Featuring: Namjoon as president of Beta Theta Sigma and 110% done. Seokjin as full-time frat-bro, part-time model. Yoongi as a mysterious music cryptid, only rarely sighted at parties. Hobi as a hot dancer fratbro whose bright smile distracts from his fuckboi antics. Jimin as the fuckboi who has definitely had sex with one of your friends. Tae as Rich af, doesn’t really know what physical labour is, but he’s trying to be woke, bless him. And Kook as gamer cave hermit and honorary member of your Gal Pal club.

24.   Live Wire. Detective AU. NJ x Reader

Three years ago, you committed career suicide. Now, the serial killer you have spent your entire adult life investigating has returned - and has a message for you, in particular.

Featuring: Namjoon as super-smart university professor and criminology consultant.

25.   A/B/O-slash-Hybrid AU. PJ x Reader

“Taking a breath, you spoke. “I...I’m really sorry. I’m trying to-I promise I’m trying hard to...tone down the vibes a little.” You pause. It goes against the every fibre of your being, every instinct to assert your dominance at the top of the food chain, but you slowly tilt your head to the side, tucking your chin and baring your neck. It was an act of total submission, and you didn’t miss the way Jimin’s eyes widened.”

Or: watch me take two very smut-based concepts and write zero smut. It’s all 110% worldbuilding and exploring power dynamics babyyyyy

26.   Superhero AU. JK x Reader

It’s hard to seek justice for the vulnerable when your ex is a super-powered tragic asshole bank-rolled by a very shady ‘superhero’ mega-corporation.

Or: Jungkook is basically baby-faced Superman and you are his morally shady anti-villain ex who he isn’t quite as over as he thinks he is.

  ATEEZ

27.   Childhood Enemies to Lovers. San x Reader

San is your childhood nemesis and nothing will change that. No matter how hot he’s gotten lately.

Or: This is like, 40% adorable child flashbacks, 60% present-day adolescent shenanigans. Pure fluff.

  Mamamoo

28.   Skater AU. Moonbyul x Reader

You visit your brother at the local skate park and tough skater tomboy Moonbyul takes one look at your pretty cottagecore aesthetic and falls madly in love. Her friends are delighted.

Featuring: “friendship” bracelets, awkward giggly wlw, an unwitting wheein being roped into these shenanigans as byul’s wingwoman

29.   Non-Idol AU. Hwasa x Reader

Hwasa is your older sister’s friend. You have a totally normal, heterosexual fascination with her. It’s just admiration. Really strong, deep admiration. Then, Hwasa flirts like once and it’s enough to make you realise “…oh. Girls.”

  Itzy

30.   90s AU: Yeji x Reader

Yeji is amazed that her brother has somehow managed to befriend this cool, pretty older girl who’s just so nice to her. And you have always had a soft spot for Hyunjin’s little sister and her smile.

Or: I wrote like one scene with Yeji in a 90s SKZ one-shot and I knew I had to write a fic about her. She’s great.

Will I ever actually finish these? Stay tuned.

(a good half of these are the result of shouting ideas at @lavenderbexlatte​ and then running away, fun fact)

#writing #i have a problem #kpop fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #bts fanfiction #ateez fanfiction #mamamoo fanfiction #itzy fanfiction

[canary3d-obsessed]

Shen Wei Serving Lewks, Part 7

(Masterpost)

Look 30

Swamp coat...no wait, hang on.

Upon close inspection, this is not Swamp Coat, but a different loose trench coat in Swamp color. What the fuck, Shen Wei! Borrow one of your boyfriend’s coats again, pretty please?

Both times this tunic/coat outfit has appeared on Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan was wearing this gorgeous tailored denim number, with perfectly fitted shoulders and a nipped in waist. Sigh.

Anyway, Swamp Coat 2.0 is nicer than 1.0, and Shen Wei is wearing it with a with an immaculate super-casual loose white tunic with a band collar, so he looks beautiful even though this ensemble is decidedly meh. 

As Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan get closer, Shen Wei’s wardrobe becomes looser and more casual, which is probably good for his psyche so...okay. 

In addition to layers of loose fabric, this look features a checkered nosebleed hanky and the angriest face he has ever turned on Zhao Yunlan. 

Along with definitely not kissing

(More behind the cut!)

And definitely not having a massive grope session like the last time Shen Wei got between Zhao Yunlan’s knees on this lab table.

Once the anger passes, however, this is a very good look for making out in a taxi with a boy who has excellent taste in coats. 

Bonus Look 2: ZY’s Turn to Be Angry

This look belongs to Zhao Yunlan, who is wearing a single soft layer with a wide exposed neck so he can have an intense argument and hand touching with Shen Wei. This is Zhao Yunlan’s at home look, without the extra layer (vest or jacket, in a tough fabric) he always wears except when he’s alone with Shen Wei.

Shen Wei is like, no it’s fine honey, slicing my arm open is just a thing I do so I can eventually die spectacularly.  Also I drained my life force for you, don’t make a big deal of it you know I hate when you make a big deal of things. 

For once Zhao Yunlan gets to be the overprotective, upset partner in the relationship and also maybe the big spoon for a change. In keeping with his personality, he expresses himself explosively... 

...while Shen Wei quietly leaks out emotions like the black smoke leaking from his wrist.

This is Zhao Yunlan without his armor, his swagger, his smile; this might be the only time he is as vulnerable with Shen Wei as Shen Wei (always) is with him. 

Look 31

Shen Wei wears his blue double-breasted wedding crasher suit to begin his long, long relationship with this pillar.

This look features chains, more chains, and long conversations with ridiculous smoke effects. 

Bonus Look 3 - ZY Rescue Trench

Now THAT is a trench coat. Do you hear me, Shen Wei's Swamp Coats?

Hilariously, we are meant to believe this superbly fitted coat with its itty bitty waist and this perfectly sized gun belt are what Zhao Yunlan took off of this schlubby guard. Zhao Yunlan DOES have magic powers! 

This is a good outfit for convincing your lover to give up his relationship with a malevolent pillar and come home with you. 

Did I hastily photoshop Smoke Dude out of that rescue picture? I did.

Is this just a gratuitous picture of freshly-unchained Shen Wei looking upset and Zhao Yunlan comforting him? It is. Shout out to all the H/C fans!

Look 32

This look is a grey suit with a white grid pattern, and striped red and blue accent fabric on the pocket and under the collar.  This was briefly featured way back in the trauma cake arc. Here Shen Wei is also wearing a fresh cravat in grey tones. 

Shen Wei had been wearing a narrower range of outfits lately because he doesn't have enough drawers at Zhao Yunlan's place, so he must have made a brief stop at his apartment to get some more things. 

At home with Zhao Yunlan, Shen Wei wears this look with a bare face and neck, chilling in his white shirt with the collar stiffeners. I'm going to call them that forever; you can't stop me.  Note how the shirt has darts (the vertical seams from his shoulder blades to his waist) so that it fits perfectly across the back.

This is a good look for lovingly preparing fresh fruit for your candy-addicted beloved and then watching him while he sleeps. 

Shen Wei’s ass is now chainless, alas, but these trousers are doing yeoman’s werk work.  

While Zhao Yunlan sleeps, Shen Wei takes the opportunity to check up on his special pendant necklace that he bought at a bong shop when he was in college.

Back in the full ensemble, Shen Wei is ready to have a haberdashery throwdown with his jerkass father-in-law, who normally has serious game in a plum coat and patterned vest.  

Today Pop Zhao has unexpectedly said “fuck it” and worn a brown sweater and beige trench. 

Don’t encourage Shen Wei’s boring taste in coats, Pop Zhao!

After easily winning the best-dressed award at tea, Shen Wei accessorizes his look with cheekbones that could cut glass, and his best “oops, busted” face when Zhao Yunlan sees him hanging out with the parent ZY hates so much that he has the same job and facial hair as him.

That leads to a wonderfully layered interaction, in which Shen Wei just kind of stands in front of Zhao Yunlan refusing to engage with his need for control, while Zhao Yunlan roasts Shen Wei for being untrustworthy...and then offers him a ride back to the office.

Guardian is so good at capturing the constantly-fluctuating state of a deep relationship, in which you can be fighting on one level and totally fine on another level; where you’re going to have a donnybrook with your lover but first you’re going to get a decent meal into them. 

Skipping!

We’re skipping over the increasingly bloody tee-shirt ensemble that appears in the final episodes. That look says, “anti-gay narrative tropes suck.” 

Instead, check out this beauty that Shen Wei wore for one poorly-lit scene early in the show. This is the only time he wears a fully-matched 3-piece suit and he SLAYS in it. And then puts it in mothballs forever. 

I guess when you’re wearing an outfit the first time your sweetheart breaks into your apartment and disorganizes your panty drawer, you only want to wear it for the most special occasions after that. 

Look 33

After a bunch of unnecessary yet compellingly-acted death, Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan meet up outside of time and space in a Windows 95 screensaver.  

[That is a Gen X joke. OP is old.] 

Shen Wei’s look for this meeting is the same one he wore the day they met in the modern world - the double-breasted 10-button vest, with arm garters and now also (SIGH) tears in his eyes. Instead of that, here is an infinite loop of Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan talking over dinner in their kitchen, because screw Episode 40. 

Look 34

Exiting the screensaver, Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan fall out into the AU of your choice, because they realize that they left the wormhole together last time so it shouldn’t be too difficult to leave it together this time. They can just hold hands while they leave, for fuck’s sake. 

In the AU of your choice they get married in these beautiful suits, as seen in Bazaar magazine. 

Shen Wei’s look here features tousled hair and the glasses-free look he prefers when he’s with his true love. This is the first black suit we’ve seen him in, and he’s doing fine work in it, particularly with the gold bola thingy he’s wearing at the collar.  Zhao Yunlan is so hot here that only Shen Wei dares to touch him.

Look 35

For the beach party they throw for their AU friends and neighbors a month after the wedding, (also courtesy of Bazaar’s photoshoot) Shen Wei chooses this short-legged suit with white canvas shoes, a lovely display of calf and a sprinkling of leg hair. 

This look says, I love you forever and I'm pretty sure I can give you a spinal adjustment using only my leg muscles. 

Shen Wei has replaced his bong-shop pendant with a tasteful diamond bar necklace, which was an apology gift from Zhao Yunlan after ZY intentionally accidentally set fire to Swamp Coats 1 through 4. 

Near his heart Shen Wei is wearing a tie pin (sans tie) that’s made out of a lollipop stick. 

Preview

The next post features Shen Wei’s cosplay looks including Black Robe Envoy and Ye Zun! 

#guardian #weilan #zhu yilong #bai yu #shen wei #zhao yunlan #guardian spoilers #shen wei serving lewks #canary3d-original #zhen hun #menswear #c-drama #bl drama #my gifs #my stills #guardian memes #guardian gifs #bazaar does the best fixits #goddamn typos

[yukipri]

Marco’s Bauble Part 3 - a One Piece Mermaid AU Text Story

Here’s part 3 of the Marco’s Bauble story, posted last month on Patreon!

Finally, an appearance from Marco himself ^ ^

Contains mention of Marco x Luffy.

Continues off of, and should be read after:

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 1

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 2

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Namur takes great pride in being a fishman in the Whitebeard Pirates.

Fishmen and merfolk are usually usually reluctant to join human-dominated organizations, and with good reason, given their long and painful history of suffering prejudice. And for those few who do feel the call of pirating, joining Jinbe and the Sun Pirates to be among their own kind is a natural and comfortable choice.

Jinbe's a good friend, and Namur has nothing but the highest respect for him and Aladine, but he's already chosen who to follow.

Pops, who stood up and protected Fishman island with just one word. Pops, who lets them keep his flag on the island without any tribute, which not even the world government would allow. Pops, who personally brings the wrath of colossal waves and quaking earth every time humans try to bring trouble to the undersea oasis.

Namur knew that he'd be alone among humans, but he trusts Pops, and trusts those who follow him and protect his home alongside him. And given everything he's done for Fishman Island, Namur feels it only fitting that fishmen be represented on the crew.

And so Namur became the first Fishman to join the Whitebeard pirates, but he wasn't the last. By the time Namur had been raised to the rank of 8th Division Commander, a handful of others had joined, along with a number of other people from various tribes considered not quite fully human. Some minks, some longarms, even one guy from a sky island.

In a crew as massive as theirs, diversity isn't surprising, and Pops has ensured they've never been alienated. Even so, the 8th Division became a natural gathering spot for those seeking others who are also a little different, and Namur's damn proud of his versatile, unique division that can handle missions that no other group can.

Namur's happiest aboard the Moby, and it's his one true home now. But at the same time, after spending so much time away from Fishman island, he sometimes misses his birth homeland and culture.

Which is why it feels like reverse culture shock when something familiar appears in front of him with no warning.

Like right now. On Marco's desk.

"Uh," Namur says eloquently, reports in his hand forgotten, eyes glued to the Thing that Marco's now wrapping in what looks like a letter, written in Marco's unmistakable elegant cursive.

"Sorry, I'll be done in a second, yoi," Marco says, and Namur freezes, realizing he must have intruded on possibly a very private moment--except Marco doesn't seem particularly bothered.

Well, even if Marco doesn't mind, Namur still feels awkward, and forces himself to avoid looking at the now-wrapped Thing. He really feels like he just saw something he shouldn't have. Had he knocked before coming in? He thought he had. He thought Marco had told him to come in, but now he's not so sure, because dropping by Marco's office to hand in reports is so habitual. Namur begins to sweat.

"Alright, what is it?"

Marco turns around, and he's wearing those glasses he always wears when he has to pour over documents for hours, that somehow make the legendary Phoenix look less like a terrifying warrior and more like an exhausted secretary. He's wearing his usual open shirt, Pops's mark proudly emblazoned on his chest, and his head still looks like a tropical fruit, and his face still looks kinda stoned. So, the usual Marco. Nothing amiss.

But maybe he's just hiding it. Humans can be so hard to read at times, and Marco wears his poker face better than most. Even though Namur's been his crew mate for roughly twenty years now, he still can't really see through it. Namur fidgets, palms feeling slick.

"Reports from the Eighth's last mission?" Marco prompts, and Namur flinches because oh, he'd been staring.

"Uh, yeah," he forces out, and raises his arm mechanically to pass over the bundle of documents he'd spent the entire morning writing up.

He notices that Marco uses his right hand to take it. He's heard that sometimes, humans wear the equivalent of the Thing on their left hand, and Namur realizes he hasn't seen (or perhaps just hasn't noticed) Marco's left hand in a while. He wonders if Marco's actually hiding it, and sneakily tries to peek at Marco's left side.

Apparently not sneakily enough, because Marco's sharp eyes flick to his side to try to catch what he must have thought Namur was trying to see, and Namur hastily straightens.

They stare at each other and the silence stretches awkwardly, and oh, Namur can tell this one, Marco looks very Confused. It comes off as sorta constipated, but Namur knows Marco well enough recognize the emotion on his questionably human face, and immediately feels bad. He didn't mean to act suspiciously, or snoop in Marco's personal life, but...he's so unbearably curious.

Namur supposes honesty is better.

"Marco," he tries to choose his words carefully, "that, on your desk..." Namur makes a vague jerky motion at the Thing.

"Oh, this?" Marco plucks up the little bundle that's now tied off with twine. "I was just going to send it off to Thatch."

Namur chokes on his own spit.

"You're, Th-Thatch?" Namur wheezes. "You're giving...to him?!"

Namur feels like he's just been sucked into a whirlpool, his world's suddenly tilting in every direction all at once. He doesn't have a problem with them being, y'know! Of course not! He supports his friends! It's just, well, he's surprised, because he'd never even suspected these particular brothers were anything but close friends, because it's Marco and Thatch, and he's been living with them for twenty years and--oh no, did everyone other than Namur actually know all along, is this Human Stuff again--

"Oh, no," Marco says with a soft laugh. "This isn't for him, yoi. He's just delivering it for me. It's for Ace's little brother."

Namur heaves out a huge sigh of relief. It's not Thatch. Oh thank goodness. Not that he doesn't think that Marco and Thatch wouldn't be great together. But. He's glad it wasn't just Namur misunderstanding...

Namur chokes on his own spit, again.

"Ace's little brother?" he tries hard not to shriek, and it comes out even tinier than expected, barely a whisper of a strangled sardine.

Marco frowns a bit at Namur's weird voice and offers him a bottle of fresh water from his side desk, which Namur shakily accepts. This is a lot to process.

"She's...ah, Ace said it's alright if Division Commanders know, but try not to spread this around too much. But she's a mermaid. I thought it'd be fitting," Marco says, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Ah," Namur nods, feeling numb. That does make a lot of sense, far more sense than giving That to Thatch at least.

A mermaid. Ace referring to his mermaid sister as "brother" also makes plenty of sense, given how vulnerable mermaids are in the world of pirates. In fact, it makes so much sense, and Namur wants to applaud Ace's discretion, he didn't seem the type to have that kind of tact and Namur's genuinely impressed, but his mind's also kind of overloaded right now.

"Although, Namur, since you're here..." Marco looks down at the parcel, dwarfed in his palm. "Do you think she'll like it? Or is it too bold, from someone she's never even met?"

It might be a trick of the light but...does Marco look, demure?

Namur's eyes bug out.

Holy shit. This is the real deal.

Namur's never known Marco to have a personal life or interest in anyone, the man's the definition of dedicating his life to the crew. But perhaps he was just being discreet, because surely everyone has a some soft spot or another, and Namur has just found Marco's.

And they've never even met?! They have a long distance relationship too. She's all the way in East Blue, and they correspond via letters and packages. All those oceans between them...

And on top of that, a mermaid and phoenix. She, bound in water, reaching up for the unattainable, while he, bound to the sky, doomed to drown if he touches her domain...like epic lovers torn apart by fate, just like the fairy tale of the fish princess and the bird, beloved by all fishmen and merfolk...

Namur feels his eyes sting a bit from the tragic romance of it all. But now Ace and Thatch have gone to retrieve her, and she'll be coming home to the Moby Dick soon. They'll be united. They'll get their happy ending.

Namur reigns in his overflowing emotions, remembering that he has an important task.

Do you think she'll like it? Or is it too bold?

Marco has consulted in Namur, his closest friend, his fishman expert confidant. This is his time to shine, his chance to give back a little for all the kindness and support Marco's shown him all these years. And Namur will not disappoint.

Namur composes himself, and then takes his reports back from Marco's hand, letting them go because they're suddenly utterly unimportant in light of Marco's blossoming future. He then grasps the now-empty hand, so warm and human, with both of his webbed ones. Marco's eyes widen in alarm as the papers flutter all around them, but Namur ignores them.

"Marco, I promise you, she'll love it," Namur pours every ounce of sincerity he has into his words, and feels his eyes begin to water again from the weight of it all. "I just want to say, I'm super happy for you, brother, and you can come to me for anything."

Marco stares at Namur, and Namur wills him to understand the depth of Namur's dedication to helping his dreams come true.

"...Right. Thanks, yoi?"

Namur doesn't see Marco's eyebrows climb up into his little mop of hair, doesn't notice him try and fail to extract his hand, doesn't notice him looking completely and utterly lost.

Because Namur's so overwhelmed. They grow up so fast! His friend's taking his next big step in life! And Namur gets to see it through! Being alive is incredible!

~~

Namur leaves eventually, and Marco stares blankly after him, hand still cramped from being death-gripped by the fishman for who knows how long.

He has no idea what just happened.

He then looks at the reports that are now scattered across his entire office.

"...He could have at least picked them up, yoi..."

~~

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Namur is this guy here.

While he's a canon chara, he's also bg, and like most of Whitebeard's crew other than a core handful, we know very little about him and his personality and backstory is entirely me making it up ^ ^;

Next up in Marco's Bauble #04:

Namur values his crew's privacy. And given that he doubts he was even supposed to see Marco's secret, he absolutely can't disclose it to anyone.

Which is why he's snuck into Izo's room at ass o'clock in the morning, when everyone but the morning shift is asleep, but Izo's awake because he takes a few hours doing his hair and makeup.

Anyway, if you got through to the end, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

As always, comments/reblogs/tags always immensely appreciated!!! <3 People sharing their thoughts with me motivates me to write so much more, and update more frequently, so thank you so much for everyone who’s so kindly done so in the past!! ;A;

(and if anyone wants an early look, the next parts are already up on my Patreon ;D)

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[noona-clock]

Him - Part 2

Genre: College!AU, Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jinyoung x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 1,726

Unfortunately, by the next morning, he -- Jinyoung -- was not 100% completely and utterly and positively forgotten.

You would say he was probably... 40% forgotten, but even that would be a very generous estimate. Much to your chagrin, you were still thinking about his annoying, arrogant smirk and his obnoxious, perfect face. It was seriously irritating.

Thankfully, it was Friday. And last night you’d sent a pretty satisfying email to Professor Stewart letting him know you had applied for the TA position on his colleague’s recommendation and that you would be an excellent choice for the job. So, as you slung your backpack over your shoulder and headed out to meet your best friend, Teddy, for your usual Friday morning coffee, you tried your best -- your absolute best -- to focus on that. And only that.

But... it didn’t quite work.

By the time you arrived at the coffee shop in the student center on campus, you were practically bursting to tell Teddy all about what had happened. Since you’d been determined to push it from your mind yesterday, you hadn’t even sent him one single message about it. But seeing him in person, you knew you had to get it off your chest, and Teddy was the perfect recipient for this sort of news.

First of all, he loved to gossip. Second of all, he typically gave pretty good advice and insight into a situation. Third of all... he was a drama major. If you ever felt like you might be blowing things out of proportion, Teddy was always there to assure you that you were not.

Since you had arrived at the coffee shop early and paid for both of your drinks last Friday, Teddy was already sitting at a table with your latte ready and waiting for you.

You wasted no time in taking off your backpack and sliding into the chair across from him. “Oh, do I have a story for you,” you told him in lieu of a greeting.

Teddy’s eyes immediately widened, and a eager grin tugged at his lips. “I’m ready.”

You took a quick sip of your latte before crossing your arms over the table and leaning in just a little bit. “Okay, so -- yesterday as I was leaving my class, my professor stopped me and gave me this application for a TA position.”

“Ooh, perfect,” Teddy gasped.

“I know! That’s exactly what I thought. Even though I’ve never taken a class with this professor, and he teaches medieval literature, I still thought it was perfect! Which is why I filled out the application and took it up to the professor’s office almost immediately.”

Teddy nodded quickly, letting you know he was ready for you to continue.

“When I got to his office, there was this guy.”

And with the words ‘this guy,’ Teddy’s eyes lit up. “A guy?! Oh my god, is this a meet-cute story?!”

“No,” you answered immediately, reaching out and placing a hand on Teddy’s arm. “No, it most certainly is not.”

Instead of looking disappointed, Teddy looked intrigued. “Oh, I see,” he murmured through a growing smirk. “Do continue.”

You proceeded to relate the conversation you’d had with Jinyoung, starting with the awkward stepping to the same side to let the other pass by and ending with you practically slamming Professor Stewart’s mail slot shut and marching away from him. You did your best not to leave out any detail, but you also genuinely tried not to exaggerate Jinyoung’s arrogance. You couldn’t remember every single word he said, but you remembered enough.

Unsurprisingly, Teddy’s mouth was agape. He blinked at you a few times, apparently speechless.

But you knew Teddy better than that.

“Oh, my god,” he breathed, letting out a chuckle of disbelief. “Are you -- he really said all that?!”

You nodded as you took another sip of your latte.

“Wow, I cannot believe --”

But you had to cut him off because after you’d set your latte back down on the table, your gaze had wandered over toward the counter...

And who did you see but the man himself.

“Oh, my god, Teddy,” you hissed, your eyes widening as you reached out and grabbed your best friend’s wrist. “It’s him.”

Teddy nearly choked on his cappuccino before whipping around to follow your gaze.

“Which one?” he whispered.

“The one with the dark hair and glasses,” you whispered back.

Teddy didn’t say anything back, but he did slowly turn his head back around to face you.

And you did not like the look on his face.

“What?” you asked warily.

“That’s Jinyoung.”

“I know -- wait, I don’t remember telling you his name.” Your forehead wrinkled immediately in extreme confusion.

“You didn’t,” Teddy confirmed. “I know him. We went to high school together.”

Your jaw dropped, and you sputtered out a “What?!”

Teddy nodded, his lips pursed in the sassiest, haughtiest way possible. “Yep.”

Your best friend looked far too pleased about this, and you honestly had no idea why.

“Are you, like, friends?!”

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t go that far. We know each other, for sure. But he was one of the popular smart kids. Not, like, a popular kid who’s smart, though. Out of the whole smart kid group, he was the most well-known. And, obviously, I was a theater kid. Our groups didn’t really overlap or mingle, but it was a super small school. Everyone still knew each other.”

Of course he had been in the smart clique in high school. How annoying.

...Let’s not dwell on the fact you had also been in the smart clique in high school. That’s entirely beside the point!

“What was he like?” you asked instead. “Was he super arrogant and irritating back then, too?”

Teddy raised his eyebrows, and you could tell by the look on his face that you weren’t going to like his answer.

“Actually... no,” he shrugged. “He was pretty nice.”

Your jaw dropped yet again.

What?!

“Okay, don’t get me wrong. It’s not like he was the President of the Humble Club or anything. But personally, I never would have described him as cocky. He was super smart, and he knew it, sure. But he was also really funny. Like smart funny. Witty. Clever. ...Actually, if he’s anything like he was back then... he’s kind of right up your alley,” Teddy said with a somewhat guilty (but also very gleeful) expression.

“Excuse me?!” you chuckled in disbelief. “I don’t want any part of him up my alley!”

Teddy rolled his eyes and let out a tsk. “Oh, come on. You know what I mean! He’s your type!”

“Since when is arrogant my type?!” you scoffed, extremely affronted -- and also very confused.

“Not arrogant!” Teddy sighed, and you knew he was starting to get annoyed with you. “Witty. Smart. Clever. Extremely good-looking. Maybe he was just having a bad day yesterday! He’s really not that arrogant once you get to know him.”

You pursed your lips and lifted your latte up to your mouth. “Well, I have no intention of getting to know him,” you stated, trying to sound as flippant as you could.

“Oh, well, excuse me little miss close-minded!” Teddy chuckled.

Obviously, you were just about to argue that you were not close-minded -- you just had your pride! But before you had the chance, a shadow crossed over your table as somebody walked by.

...Of course.

That ‘somebody’ was Jinyoung.

And you knew Teddy. He wouldn’t let --

“Jinyoung!” your best friend called out, lifting a hand to get his former classmate’s attention.

See? You knew Teddy.

Jinyoung paused, his gaze quickly shifting to see who had called his name. And when his eyes landed on Teddy, a soft smile actually tugged at his lips.

Damn it! Why did he have to be so attractive?!

“Teddy,” Jinyoung greeted in a surprisingly friendly, polite tone. “Hey. It’s been a while.”

He turned his head slightly, obviously noticing Teddy wasn’t alone. But when he saw exactly who was sitting with Teddy... his smile fell.

“It has!” Teddy replied before hastily adding, “This is my friend, Y/N.”

You locked eyes with Jinyoung, and he replied to Teddy with the most monotonous, unemotional voice. “We’ve met.”

You pressed your lips together to stop from sneering at him, and so much anger was roaring in your ears that you didn’t even hear Jinyoung and Teddy saying their good-byes.

Once Jinyoung had left, you shot Teddy a ‘See?!’ look, your eyes wide and the corners of your lips caustically turned down.

“What?” Teddy chuckled.

How could he be so casual about this?! Jinyoung was clearly evil.

“You heard him! His tone when he said ‘we’ve met,’” you grumbled, doing your best to imitate Jinyoung’s emotionless voice. “He was so cold and mean and arrogant.”

Teddy immediately quirked an eyebrow at you. “Uh... are you sure about that? Because that’s not at all what I heard when he said that.”

You simply looked at Teddy as if he’d temporarily lost his mind.

“I mean, he did say ‘we’ve met,’ but I didn’t hear cold or mean or arrogant. I heard nervous!”

At his words, you bit your lip, raised your eyebrows, and began to avoid his gaze. “I, uh... I think the health center is open, Teddy. You should... probably go get your hearing checked.”

Teddy just rolled his eyes, and you let out a soft, breathless chuckle.

“Seriously, though,” you continued. “I don’t know how you got nervous from that. He was clearly not nervous. He clearly does not like me. And you know what? That’s a-okay with me! I’m not a fan of his either!”

“Well, I think you should give a chance,” Teddy stated with a definitive nod.

“And I think my coffee is getting cold, and if I don’t leave now, I’ll be late for class,” you retorted, standing up and grabbing your backpack and coffee cup.

“All right, whatever,” Teddy sighed. “But you know that when you change your tune, I’m going to rub it in your face. ...Like, a lot.”

It took everything in you not to burst out laughing at his supposition.

When you changed your tune.

Sure. Okay, Teddy.

“That’s not going to happen,” you assured him as you slid your arms through the straps of your backpack. “I can promise you that.”

Part 3

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[kylo-hen]

Super Bloom Part 3

A/N: Sorry for the wait on this one, but she’s up! I’m slowly realizing my star wars encyclopedic phase was a long time ago and knowledge is beginning to seep out of my brain lmao. Hope you enjoy the extreme self indulgence in this because I have no self control

Kylo Ren X Soulmate!Reader (intergalactic soulmate AU)

Summary: Kylo takes you aboard his ship in attempts to acclimate you but how can he show you his life without revealing his demons?

Warnings: Fluff, lots and lots of fluff. Maybe 2 sentences worth of angst if you read into it.

    The dinner was in a word, luxurious, a multitude of different foods some native to this planet others from far off planets in galaxies I had never heard of. There was casual conversation flowing between the elders and Kylo about trade agreements and protection orders. Kylo and I sat side by side at the table and I tried to listen and absorb as much information I could from the discussions.

    Kylo sat confidently, comfortably, next to me his gaze intimidating and relaxed as the men and women around us worked to appease our every need. Kylo’s lifestyle had no room for wanting, if the thought passes his mind it appeared before he even needs to voice it, I wondered how far the luxury extended from his power to mine.

    As the night waned until the moon was high in the atmosphere it’s light breaking through the branches of the grove behind the dining hall, the goblets we drank had run dry, stomachs full from the variety of courses served, and all conversation lulled into peace; Kylo stood. His new position called for the rest of the room to follow in his footsteps, and soon the whole room of dignitaries stood except for me. Kylo extended his hand out to mine, similar to the stance he had in the beginning of the evening. He pulled me gently to my feet, keeping me close to his side as he announced his departure for the night, reaching for his helmet and returning to the state I met him in. The elders surrounding the table bowed their heads in respect for the man at my side and the guards surrounding the room, the ones who had flanked the man the whole day, readied themselves for their new task.

    Kylo ushered me along, keeping a close eye on me even as we walked out of the temple in their secure formation then. The streets after dark housed new beauties for the festival. Large gatherings of people performing with sparks of fire, more loud boisterous music, and lanterns strung over the main stretch of road. Many people laughing, dancing, drunk and in love made whoops and hollers when they saw us passing through. No one dared get in the way of the important men and women the temple was honoring, but their intoxicated minds must celebrate us.

    Kylo seemed particularly tense on the way back, every interaction with the crowd left his senses tense and overloaded, his instincts not ready for the bold people lining the pavement. The shadow of darkness did not allow him any relief, the nature of the city allowing for many vulnerable places for people to strike.

    His tension only melted as we approached the edge of the city, where a large ship laid waiting for its leaders’ occupation. There were men in white armor and blasters stationed outside of the ship, as a walkway descended to the ground, creating an isle up to his world. More guards in white armor descended in two lines and I wondered where they were all coming from, or if they had been waiting all day for this.

   As Kylo led me aboard his ship I felt like I was transported into a different dimension altogether. I had never been anywhere but my small planet, I had barely left the city in all my life. The sleek and simple black and white design of this looked state of the art, unlike anything I have ever seen. There are a couple more people to greet us, him, when we boarded.

     “Supreme Leader!” one of the men addressed Kylo enthusiastically, “Your earlier message made it seem like you would not be returning tonight,” his tone laced with acidic uncertainty, “We weren’t expecting you so soon.”

    Kylo’s gaze hardened in an instant, “My movements do not concern you.” He spoke to the small man who fell back into his rank surrounded by the guards behind him. “Leave us, we’ll have no petty interruptions tonight officer.” With that Kylo made a dramatic turn away from the hoard welcoming us abord, and towards the hallway adjacent to us.

     I followed him quickly, not wanting to invade his space if he was upset but also not wanting to fall behind and be lost on his ship. After travelling down a corridor for some time he came to a stop at a barren doorway that opened without hesitation.

     His room was barren to say the least, it was gracious in dimension but lackluster in any personality. The sterile minimalism extended to all parts of his ship, I wondered if this ship was his home, somewhere he spent frequently and if it was there had been so sign of him before.

    Kylo removed his helmet as soon as the door was secured behind us both, his demeanor shifting to the relaxation under the sun this afternoon. He regarded me with a smile so soft and quick I almost missed it.  I had stepped into the threshold of the room but no further, not knowing how to fit into this part of his life yet. All of my comfort that I retained from this evening had slowly melted away, and it left behind the ebb and flow of the anxiety in my stomach. I stood as still as possible, only a dew steps into his room watching as he moved with definitive purpose, exactly the opposite of my floundering worry.

    He didn’t address me until he began to remove the intricate bindings of his outfit, starting with the secures on his wrist. He looked up and saw my tense fearful body awaiting his instruction with my eyes darting all places in his room before landing on him. He stopped his pursuit of comfort, changing direction to aide my own. The cogs turned in his head for a moment, true vulnerable uneasiness passed over his features as he tried to acclimate me to his world.

   “I had one of my knights bring your things, they should be in the closet,” He started with a practical steady tone, “You are welcome to explore.” He tried with less certainty, his façade falling further with every tactic.

    “Can you show me?” I asked, not recognizing my own voice as it came out of my mouth a foreign cadence that lilted like the music in the market after dark. That lilt must have washed over him like a warm breeze because the trepidation before melted away, a smile graced his features as he moved to show me the amenities aboard his quarters.  

   He spoke softly about the room, which switches controlled which light, stopping at a bare display of buttons that he explained called droids for various services at any time. He showed me the fresher, the small space itself completely foreign to anything I had ever seen. Kylo must have found delight in my ignorance because he refused to tell me how to work the dammed contraption, opting to let me figure it out myself. When I looked up at him in protest his eyes were shining down on mine, full of a joy and passion. There was a third emotion I couldn’t quite put my finger on, it was dark, misty, but not intimidating.

    He paused before moving on to show me the rest of the amenities, his hands coming to wrap around me, the first physical contact we’ve had since stepping on the ship. They snaked their way around settling on my back once I was pressed to his front. He tilted his head down, wordlessly asking for a kiss. I obliged tenfold, pushing up to meet his lips with desperation. My hands finding purchase on his cheeks.

    This man lit a fire in my bones, not being able to touch him, to hold him in my arms for as long as I had felt like walking in the desert without water. Now, with his lips pressed against mine, his large sturdy hands keeping me secure, his breathe breathing me new life, his soul intertwined with my own, I was drowning. No, I was basking in his passion for me, his need. His touch, even juvenile, had me floating far from the rest of the world.

     When Kylo pulls back I feel the lack of his heat immediately. The unpleasant contrast from the pure joy before forced a whine from my mouth before I could stop it. My hands dropping to his chest as he moves away from our tight embrace. He didn’t try to hide his amusement with a deep reverberating chuckle sliding out his lips which curled up into a light hearted smirk. His hands moving from my back to my neck, tilting my head up to meet his intense gaze.

     “Don’t get greedy now sweet girl.” He commanded softly, his gloved thumb skimming along my cheek sweetly contrasting his words.

    “I hardly think wanting a kiss from my soulmate is greedy.” I countered teasingly, fluttering my eye lashes and pushing my bottom lip out at him. His body visibly reacting to me calling him my soulmate. His cheeks flushed red and he leaned in like he was going to kiss me once again.

    His lips ghosted mine slowly, his hands keeping my head locked in place not that I would dare move when he was this close, “Say it again.” He asked, a new layer of vulnerability in play with him.

   “You’re my soulmate Kylo.” I whispered against his lips before he gently pressed us together again. Once again there was purpose, there was meaning, light all through my bones because of him. The man that deserved no less than the galaxy, and had it all and more, pressed against me in a fresher because out souls were connected to one another. I was vastly out of my playing field with this man and something about it made me feel like I was going to learn to run before I learned to walk.

    I pulled away from him this time, he hesitated, trying to regain his self-control before moving forward. His grip on my face loosening up as my hands explored his torso softly, trying not to cross any of his boundaries. “You’re…” He looked so conflicted, so lost, unable to say every thought in his head. His mind so jumbled that even one sentence was too difficult. I didn’t push him to say anything at all, he just shook his head and retreated to stand before me.

    “I need to use the fresher before we sleep.” I mumbled, sorry to be changing the subject before he could express what he was thinking. But the smile on his face made my heart shine, he welcomed the diversion away from whatever plagued his mind before.

    “I’ll lay some things out for you in the closet.” He offered, and with a swift kiss to my forehead he left me to my own devices to get clean.

    The fresher had an endless stream of hot water, I don’t think I had ever experienced anything close to this luxury. His soap smelled dark and musky like him, laced with spices that I had only smelled at the market before. The stream of water resetting my mind for the night, giving me time to realize that as enthralling as Kylo was, we needed to talk before doing anything too risqué. The steam that fogged the mirrors had cleared my mind from the soft caresses Kylo bestowed on me earlier.

    He held his promise, leaving out the set of night clothes I had packed and a towel for me. I took the time to ready myself for bed before I emerged into the bedroom. Kylo sat in the bed that looked much smaller with the large man on top of it. He had a datapad and was looking intensely down at the object. He didn’t hear me come in until the doors automatically skimmed shut behind me.

    Kylo’s eyes raked up my form only outfitted in the thin nightgown I’ve worn all of my adult life. He swallowed thickly, discarding the datapad on a shelf next to the bed an welcomed me to sit next to him. I moved slowly, not wanting to do anything that was odd to him or something that maybe only my planet did. It’s becoming clearer that he had a very different lifestyle than I was used to.

   Nevertheless, he pulled back the covers and welcomed me in his normal-sized, yet somehow small, bed. The lights overhead dimmed, but did not shut off and he laid down. At first, we laid separately, an awkward tension hung in the air, keeping us repelled from one another not wanting to break the boundaries. I made the first move, scooting closer to the middle of the bed, which was more like his side due to his large stature, hoping he would do the same.

    “I’ve never been in a bed this comfortable.” I admitted shyly looking up at him as he propped himself up to look down at me. His hand skimmed my arm softly up and down as we spoke.

    “This is nothing compared to my bed in Coruscant,” He began softly his voice lulling me once more into a comfortable serenity, “It’s much larger too, far too large for just myself.” He tested experimentally waiting my reaction.

     “Do you share your bed often supreme leader?” I asked half-teasing, half-terrified of the possible answer. He was handsome, there was absolutely nothing stopping him from taking a thousand different women before me. He could have a wife back home, he could have a concubine, I had never considered the possibility before now. My veins turned to ice while I watched him answer.

     “No,” he ended my spiral with definitive assurance. “There has not been much time for romance admittedly.” His confession is whispered shamefully into the air of the bed between us.

    “Fate has a funny way of changing your plans.” I looked up at him only to find he was already watching me, his eyebrows furrowed but his expression was curious. He was trying to find something in my features but he was not coming up with an answer. “Do you believe in fate?” I asked, startling him out of his concentration.

    “I believe in the force.” He countered, swerving around my question. I cared little about that, realizing what he said. The ancient force myths were rarely spoken of on my planet, and even more rare was it not used as a cautionary tale. The limited knowledge available at the library was biased, and my father kept many of the ‘radical’ copies out of my hands.

     I shot up in the bed, no longer able to stay peacefully laying with him, onto my knees to continue the conversation. “You believe in the force too!” I all but shrieked out excitedly, thrilled about the new avenues of conversation we could research and debate together. “My father always told me they were just old myths! He never let me put any real stock into the stories, but I knew it! If the Supreme Leader of the Galaxy believes it, it must be true!” I rambled out quite loud and quite fast and once I had come to take a breath and look at Kylo he was laughing.

     “Sweet girl,” He chuckled out, adjusting his position to a more active one on the bed, and lifting my chin to meet his gaze, “I don’t want to shock you, but I thought it was common knowledge.” He began.

      “What? The force? It’s hardly common here, no one had time for my fanciful tales anymore.” I rebutted, slightly irritated at the thought of so many people dismissing me and I was right the whole time. The only reason they dismissed me is because I was just a little girl to them. I then realized that I was probably just some ignorant little girl in Kylo’s eyes too. He was the supreme leader of the galaxy and my home planet didn’t even think the force was real. How was I supposed to be Kylo’s equal when I don’t know anything about life outside my own planet?

    “Sweet girl,” He cooed out, bringing my attention back onto him, “You were up in the clouds for a moment,” he shifted forward bringing me closer to him, “I thought you knew, the force is very real, and I am trained to yield it with the Sith lords among me.” He spoke soft in volume but hard in resolution creating an odd tone. Yet the only thing I could think of was that my soulmate, the absolute reflection and completion of myself was a Sith Lord. All the years of reading the myths, of understanding bits and pieces of these Jedi and Sith masters battling to the end of time over freedom and peace and justice now I had one right in front of me. I wondered if he could hear any of my thoughts. That brought me abruptly from my shocked state.

    “Can you really read my mind?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. His worried, and dare I say conflicted position, dropped with the mindless question and he huffed before explaining.

    “I can choose to know whatever I want about you sweet girl.” He spoke mysteriously. My excitement barely quelled by his non answer which forced me back to sitting, hoping he would elaborate. “I can enter your mind without your permission, but its painful. However, when you’re preoccupied with feelings, you project messages through the force, and I can hear those.” He explained slowly, allowing me to absorb the information he fed me by hand.

    “What kind of things have I projected?” I asked plainly.

     “In the library, when you saw me for the first time, I could hear your thoughts.” He spoke slowly with every word a new possibility for my brain to process. “Your thoughts are so pure, so strong my sweet girl.” He finished with a compliment, urging me towards him. I took the opportunity to lay my head on my chest, he countered by tracing my left hand with his right.

    “I don’t know much,” I felt the need to explain myself, “All of my knowledge comes from the books in the library, and most of is too old, or incredibly one sided.” I scoffed at the stances taken in most of the stories about the history of the Force. “You know, you’ve seen much more than I have, more than I ever thought possible.” I mumbled into the chisels of his chest.

     “I’m glad you’ve not seen what I have seen.” His voice holding secrets from demons he had yet to exorcise from his head. “I can’t promise that I tell you everything now, nor can I promise that you’ll like what I have been in my past. I can’t-“ His voice was shaking, his eyes glossed over with the look of a thousand defeats passing through.

     “Will you love me?” I interrupted him, shaking him from the dark road he was heading down, “Will you love me? And be loyal to me? And be patient while I try to learn?” I countered with the love that I knew was imprinted in my soul and matching on his, I don’t need riches, or adventures, or galaxies bowing down at our feet. The universe gave me this man for a reason, and I wasn’t going to give up because of his past. “Will you try?”

    The last one seemed to get his attention, his striking gaze hazed with unshed tears matching my gaze of unwavering support, “Yes.” He answered simply. Agreeing to not be a different man, but to be himself and try something new.

     “That’s all I need from you.” I reassured him, laying back down on his chest, listening to his heart beat calm slowly from the anxious beats before. His breathing slowed immensely, leading me to believe he could be asleep, but the lights weren’t quite off, nor were his hands quite still.

     Just as I was drifting off to sleep, in the odd stage of awake and away his voice rumbled through his chest, had I not been using him as a pillow I’m certain I would have missed it. “Marry me?” it was soft, a timid ask from the man that lay beneath me.

    “Kylo?” I called out, mostly looking for clarification. It wasn’t odd that he wanted to get married to me, not at all. Most couples, after finding their soulmate, got married quickly, not wanting to part from one another. My sister married her soulmate within a week of meeting him, my parents within the month. It wasn’t odd for me, but from what I knew that was hardly the case outside of my world. I didn’t want him to ask for my sake, I wanted him to ask because he wants to marry me.

     “I promise I will try; I will be patient and teach you what you want to know, I will be loyal to you, I-“ he broke off, his voice faltering, but regaining it’s strength, “I will love you.” He stated, confident in his own feelings for the first time. His fingers stilled on my back, waiting for my response.

     “I will love you too Kylo.” I spoke softly, gripping my hand on his arm, bracing myself to look at him. He looked terrified, vulnerable, but he saw me and he looked happy.  “I will marry you.” And despite the long days ahead, and the seemingly endless amount of things I had left to learn about the world that lay before us at our feet, all I could think about is how quickly the man had taken every part of my heart and soul by storm.

    I am completely and irrevocably his and he is completely and irrevocably mine.

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[yoongisabby]

Reaction- You’re a fashion designer and need a live model to try on the outfit

Warning: none just pure FLUFF 🥺

A/N: thank you @literallycantchooseabias for this suggestion! I’m sorry it took forever I kept editing it and it’s not my best but I hope you enjoy it! I have three more to write and I’m also updating my au’s but request are open!! So please send them in! 💗

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You got the chance of the lifetime! You were asked to be apart of a big fashion show in Paris, they asked you if you could create an outfit for the show, you were nervous but excited. You had the outfit ready but wanted a model to try it on. You decided to call your boyfriend to your office so he can try it on...

Seokjin:

“Of course I’ll try it on Jagi! Not only am I worldwide handsome I’m also a model sometimes.” Jin said smugly “I just need to make sure it’s going to look okay and surprisingly the model has the same measurements as you” you told him grabbing his hand and leading him towards the room. You pushed him in and handed him the outfit. 5 minutes you knock on the door “Jin are you done?” He replies “yes I’ve been done for the past 2 minutes.” You made a confused face “then come out...?” Jin opened the door and looked at you in amazement “Jagi, YOURE SO TALENTED!” He grabbed your hips and kissed you “I’m asking big hit to hire you as bangtans personal stylist! MY GIRLFRIEND IS AMAZING!” You giggles and wrapped your arms around his waist “thank you for being my biggest supporter baby.” You smiles looking up at him, he softly wrapped his hands around your waist. “Always, you’re really talented y/n, your outfit is going to the steal the show.” He bent down to kiss your forehead and pulled away “Now if you excuse me I’m going to send pictures to the boys and show them how talented MY girlfriend is!” You shook your head and giggles yelling after him, “PLEASE DONT MESS IT UP!”

Yoongi:

“Pleaseeee Yoongi, all I need is for you to wear if for 5 seconds while I adjust a few things! And then I’ll leave you alone.” You begged the grumpy man “No, you’ve been locked away for weeks! I want cuddles and attention!” Yoongi pouted crossing his arms over his chest, “Funny how the tables have switched” you giggles and raised a brow at him, he rolled his eyes and let out a sigh “I’ll be your model if you promise after the adjustments you’ll spend time with me.” He looked at you seriously, you smiled at him and nodded “I promise, now please go put on that suit I made!” You asked again and he walked towards your office. Yoongi walks out 2 minutes later and immediately stands on the platform you set up and attaches his arms out “You look good in my clothing yoong!” You say checking him out and sending him a wink “Only because you made it.” He said blushing a bit, you began to fix a few parts and adjust what you felt needed. After 30 minutes you were finally done “Okay you can take it off and then meet me in the bedroom. How do you feel about have take out tonight?” You asked while putting away your things, “Sounds amazing, I can’t wait to finally have my girlfriend back tonight.” He went and put the suit back up neatly on the rack and like met you in the room for a long night of cuddling and watching movies.

Hoseok:

“WAHHH Y/N! YOU HAVE MAGIC FINGERS!” Hobi said as he was standing on the little crate you had in your studio looking at his reflection in the mirror. “I’m pretty decent at what I do huh?” You replied smiling while making a few alterations to the hem of the sleeves. “Decent?! You’re amazing jagi, and I’m not just saying that. I mean it.” He looked down at you softly, if anyone saw they would think he was looking at the universe. But he was, you’re his universe and he can’t imagine his life without you in it. You blushed at his complement and tried to focus on what you’re doing as you felt his gaze on you. “You mean it Hobi?” You stopped and looked up to meet his eyes, he stepped down and wrapped his arms softly around your waste and pulled you close “I one hundred percent mean it, you’re talented and not only am i going to know that but the whole world is! Your outfit is going to steal the show and I’m going to be proud to know that everyone is amazed by my girlfriends creation just like I am.” He spoke softly to you, there was passion in the way he was speaking about you and your hard work. He meant every word he said and he was going to make sure you knew how proud he is of you. “Thank you Hobi, I don’t know what I would do without you here. I don’t care what other people think of my work, I only care about what you think! Your opinion means the world to me.” You looked up at him with so much love in the world, he smiled down at you and kissed you softly. “I love you y/n y/l/n” “I love you so much Hobi.”

(don’t touch me I’m sobbing!)

Namjoon:

“Joonie! Can you please come here for a minute?” You called to your boyfriend, you needed him to try on the suit you made to see if you need to make any alterations to it or not. “Yes baby doll, you needed me?” He came into your shared bedroom walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist,placing a kiss to the top of your head. You melted into his embrace wishing you could stay like this forever but sadly you needed him to try on the outfit. “Could you please try on this suit I made? I just need to see if there’s any alterations that need to be made before i can say it’s complete.” You asked turning around in his arms and leaning in to press a soft kiss to his plush lips, he gladly kissed you back and hummed “Sure baby, this suit looks amazing! I might need you to make me one for MAMA this year.” He said smiling letting you go so he could put it on. “Thank you darling, I would be honored to make you a suit for the award show.” You giggles waiting for him to be done getting dressed, once he was done he stood if front of you posing, sending you into a fit of laughter “Whoah there buddy, wouldn’t want the girls swooning over you more than they do already!” You joked positioning him the way you needed him. “They can swoon all they want, I only got eyes for you sweetheart.” He gave you his signature dimples smile and you could help yourself but kiss him again, “Okay joonie, I’m going to need you to stop distracting me so I can hurry and we can go cuddle.” He perked up at the thought of cuddling you and enjoying each other’s embrace “Yes ma’am!” He replied stay as still as he possibly could, you smiled and began working on the suit.

Jimin:

Jimin is the one who offers to be your model so you can make alterations easily, luckily for you the actual model was jimins height and had the same measurements as him. “Thank you Jimin for offering to help me.” You said sweetly working on the collar of the jacket “No problem jagi! I loving helping you and I love seeing how amazing your work comes out! And plus I get to spend more time with you.” He blushed shyly looking away, Jimin is always flirting with you but he gets so shy when he gets super affectionate. You smiled trying to hurry through the alters so you can shower your baby with love and affection. You worked as fast as you could and eventually finished the whole suit, you sighed happily and took a step back to get a better view, “I think this is my best work yet! And it’s all thanks to my lovely model.” You smiled at him and he gave you his cute eye smile coving his face with his hand, “ahhh stop jagi, you’re making me blush!” He laughed and grabbed your hand pulling you towards him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “It really is thanks to you chim, you didn’t have to stand here for as long as you did just to help me.” You wrapped your arms around him and held him close, “I know I didn’t have too but I wanted too, I love being with you and I love seeing how passionate you are when you’re doing you love. You look so cute when you’re focused! I had to hold myself back from cooing and trying to kiss your cute face!” He gushed at you cupping you’re face in his hands, you smiled up at him “Well you don’t have to hold back anymore.” You told him and he laughed holding you face in his hands, he leaned down and began prepping kisses all over your face while you giggled and enjoyed it.

Taehyung:

“Hey jagi, what are you up too?” Taehyung called you, you were in the middle of making alterations to an outfit that needed to be ready before tomorrow night so you were in a hurry to finish, “hi baby, I’m kinda busy at the moment do you think I can call you back when I’m done?” You asked him feeling bad cause you wanted to talk to him but you really needed to finish this suit. “Why are you so busy?” There was a pause before he spoke again “OH! The fashion show tomorrow! That’s why you’re so busy! How’s the outfit coming along?” He asked “I think alright, I’m trying to make a few alterations but it’s kinda hard since I don’t have a model wearing it.” You said sighing frustratedly while working on the pant legs for the fifth time, there was a long pause as you continued working forgetting that Taehyung was on the phone with you. “Can I come over?” He suddenly asked “I can help you! I could wear the outfit so you can make the alterations!” You stopped and hesitantly asked “Are you sure? You don’t have too. I don’t want to be a burden on you Tae.” You told him feeling bad for putting your problems on him. “I don’t mind at all, I want to help you so you won’t be stressed. Please let me help you y/n.” He softly begged you, knowing you’ll keep telling him no if he didn’t beg you. “Okay you can help. Thank you so much tae, I’m so grateful for you. I don’t deserve you sometimes.” He let out a tsk “y/n I love you to the moon and beyond. It makes me so happy knowing I can help you when you need it. If anyone deserves me it’s definitely you. Now I’ll be there in 10 minutes and I expect a big hug and kiss as soon as you open the door, okay princess?” He said and you let out a giggle nodding to yourself “okay my prince, I’ll be waiting. And thank you again.” You told him “you’re welcome princess. See you soon.”

Jungkook:

“Jagi are you almost done? My feet hurt” Jungkook pouted as you made one last alteration to the suit he was modeling for you “Yes baby I’m almost done, I just have to finish this and the you’re free to go.” You giggled at your big baby. He pouted the rest of time counting the minutes down until you were done “I know I offered to help and I like helping you, but I didn’t realize how long I would actually be standing for..” he spoke looking at you “Hey it’s not that bad, look I’m done!” You moved away from him and he let out a sigh of relief, he turned around and looked in the mirror that was behind him and smiled “y/n you know you always seem to amaze me everytime you do something. But right now I’m blown away! This looks amazing!” He smiled turing his body back and forth to get a good look all around. “Thank you kookie, that means a lot to me coming from you.” You sincerely told him wrapping your arms around his waste giving him a back hug, pressing a small kiss against his back. He turned in your arms and smiled down at you wrapping his own arms around you “why are you so cute jagi?!” He gushed squeezing you tightly and pressing kisses to the top of your head. You giggled and pulled away from him slightly to look up at him “You know I love you right kook?” He looked down at you “of course, and you know I love you right y/n?” He asked back, you smile and nodded “I love you so much kookie.” “I love you so much more y/n.” He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, he gently pulled away and hugged you close “Now let’s me change out of this suit and let’s order take out and watch a movie.” He told you and you smiled “sounds good to me, I’ll order the food and be waiting for you in the living room.” You told him slowly walking away “be out soon baby.”

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reddie fic rec

I started this list a while ago, but here’s something to help us while we self isolate

COMPLETED FICS

Winterbreak (Push and Pull) by @thegloryof Summary: Oh baby, I think we both know this is a love we won't get right. Still, if you said that you wanted, I know I'll always have one more try. (Five times Richie and Eddie get it wrong and the one time they just might get it right.) My thoughts: This is it, my FAVORITE Reddie fic. I’m currently on my fourth re-read. Why I love it: 1) the Stozier friendship that is depicted here is *chef’s kiss*. It’s Richie centric and his friendship with each loser is presented really well, but this is the Stan & Richie content I’ve needed in my life. 2) The angst is perfect. If you’ve ever had a close friendship deteriorate this will probably hit you where it hurts but like, in a good way? I can’t recommend this story enough I love it.

Skin&Earth series by @hanscom Summary: A love song to both the Losers' Club and Lights' Skin & Earth album. My thoughts: This was the first Reddie fic I ever read. I hadn’t read fic in y e a r s, but I was still devastated after recently viewing It ch 2 and was like, eh. why not. I have been hooked since.

the edification of eddie kaspbrak by @kaspbrak Summary:ed·i·fi·ca·tion (n.) /ˌedəfəˈkāSH(ə)/ the instruction or improvement of a person morally or intellectually.

Eddie thinks that sometimes, the saddest stuff life is made of isn’t the permanence of death, but the tragedy of losing something you can still have.or, Eddie Kaspbrak falls and learns how not to hit the ground. My thoughts: I feel like it’s a fandom classic? But if you haven’t read it you need to. This fic spans years of Eddie’s life and his relationship with Richie. I’m just saying that maybe film canon could’ve taken a few notes from this final battle with IT

Satan Is My Username by @toziesque Summary: The delicacy of a man made numb by a life long effort to keep it all out, and the archaic entrance of a trigger in the form of an anti-Trashmouth Twitter activist.

@doctor_k: Richie Tozier's comedy is duller than the ache in my left testicle. #trashmouth

"It consumes us from the inside until we don't have a choice anymore."

(A slight AU in which the phone calls don't come, but Richie and Eddie find each other, anyway) My thoughts: There is a playlist that goes with one of the chapters and it is... incredible. I ugly cried to this fic in the best way. I downloaded a few of the songs from the playlist and whenever they come on shuffle I become that Kermit meme where he’s looking out a window into the rain. You know the one. Read this asap let me name the stars for you by @rchtoziers Summary: “So. To summarize. I’m stranded on Mars, entirely alone. I have absolutely no way to communicate with my crew or with earth, since our communications antennae turned me into a human shish-kabob. If the oxygenator becomes compromised, I’ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer stops working, I’ll dehydrate. Breach in the Hab means I’ll go poof. And if, for some god-forsaken reason none of those things kill me first, I’m gonna run out of food and starve to death. Oh, and we can’t forget that everyone I know thinks I’m dead. So… yup. Totally fucked.” * On Sol 6, an unexpected windstorm cuts the Ares III Mission short and six astronauts retreat back to Earth.On Sol 7, the astronaut they left behind wakes up gasping for air.(Or, The Martian au) My thoughts: This part is completed but it’s part of an on-going series. When I tell you I cried. I saw the movie The Martian years ago because a friend wanted to see it and I enjoyed it. BUT I LOVED THIS. The love Eddie and Richie have for each other is PALPABLE. And while it focuses mainly on Richie, every character feels substantial and real and like their personalities work. You simply have to read it. In Fact, Everything's Got That Big Reverb Sound by @dystopiary Summary: Richie Tozier deals with dry socket, the prodigal sister, shifting dynamics in his friendships, babysitting, and the maddening unavailability of Eddie Kaspbrak. My thoughts: I am a Richie Tozier lover first, and a human second, and I really loved this Richie and thought this story was refreshing and different and really well written. I Would Have by @blissymbolics Summary: “I would’ve let you. You didn't even need to ask. I would’ve let you.” My thoughts: Anything that deals with Eddie and Richie regretting time lost with each other really hurts me deeply and this is written really well. I also really like their other one shots!

WIPS

ribs by mikeshanlon  Summary: // you're the only friend I need sharing beds like little kids laughing 'til our ribs get tough but that will never be enough // --- Almost every time the lights turn off and they cram in the shitty twin bed, Richie seems to become a different person. Maybe not different, per say, but the stupid jokes and teasing die down, the guard of nonchalance dropping. Eddie feels lucky to see this side of Richie, soft and caring-- vulnerable. It’s not like he hates the other side of Richie, he secretly enjoys their constant banter and his dumb jokes. No, it’s that this side is rare, and it’s something beautiful. Here, safe in the soft flannel sheets, it feels like they are the only two souls for miles, and they can be themselves, and that is terrifying and reassuring all at once.“I’m gonna miss this. When we go off to college,” Richie admits, the weight behind his words telling Eddie he felt the same about their shared nights.“Yeah,” Eddie agrees softly, “Me too.” My thoughts: I... I love this fic so, SO much. I read each update as soon as I can. I feel completely immersed in each scene. The yearning... I feel like I’m drastically underselling how great I think this is. Just read it. pls.

& That’s For All Time by @tossertozier Summary: It's the summer before college, and Richie Tozier is prepared for approximately nothing to change. The club works at a Renaissance Faire, and somehow in between the turkey legs, marathons of Super Smash brothers and cheap beer, some of them have time to fall in love. My thoughts: This is more Losers Club focused than straight Reddie, and each loser is really well rounded. The tags “you think you’ve read slow burns, you wait, you just wait” are the most accurate tags. I never thought I was into playlist fics until ch 25. (I think it’s 25? idk when you get there you’ll know and it is AMAZING) Honestly the fic could never be updated again and I’d be completely satisfied with where it’s at currently so if you’re wary of wips it’s worth it. there's an angel and he's shaped like you by @89tozier Summary: "Guess I owe you one, huh?" Richie chuckles.Across the table, the boy blinks at him with those dark eyes, slow and calculated like a cat. For a moment Richie is struck with the terrible fear that he's going to end up in shreds and spatters of gore, too, but then the boy simply shrugs his narrow shoulders, digging his spoon back into the bowl and helping himself to another mouthful of Froot Loops. In the yellow kitchen light Richie catches the remnants of blood on his chin."I'll take that as a yes." Or: Richie, on the cusp of fifteen, knows he should be worrying about kissing girls and sneaking out and keeping his grades up just enough to warrant fewer trips to the principal’s office. ‘Harboring a runaway half-vampire in my bedroom in exchange for saving my life’ was never supposed on that list. Richie still isn’t sure it should be. My thoughts: @owlpip’s art for this fic is what initially inspired me to read it. I looooved this story. Very angsty and sweet at the same time. I want to say a lot but I feel like you just need to read it. Angels in Outfields by @reddie-for-anything Summary: He slams his locker shut just in time to see Stan walking over, smug look on his face and something clutched in his left hand.“I think I might have found the perfect thing for you,” he says. His voice is smooth and easy and his eyes read trouble. He raises his hand and holds a flyer in front of Richie’s faceDerry High School Baseball Tryouts Week of February 25th Please come with running clothes, a baseball mitt, running shoes, and cleats.“Oh, fuck no,” Richie says. He doesn’t even need to read the whole thing to know that this isn’t his jam. Nothing about this has is name on it and no. Fuck no. This isn’t happening.Except it is.Richie takes solace in his inability to play any kind of physical sport ever. He knows he’ll hate this, but he also knows he won’t make the team. Not in a million years. My thoughts: Do I know anything about baseball? No. Do you need to know anything about baseball to enjoy this fic? Also no. If you enjoy Stan/Bev/Richie being good friends, blonde!Eddie, jock!Eddie, angst, slow burn.... You’ll love this.

ONESHOTS

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You by @queen-sock Summary: 9th January 2003 // 06:24amThere are fifty four seats on the subway. Fifty four seats split across two carriages. Eddie knows this because he’s counted them. He’s counted them, over and over again, when he boards at seventy-eighth street, and takes the blue line south into the city every day at 06:24am. The air whips around his head cruelly, a mocking tempest that whispers in his ear, the rest of the world slumbers, the rest of the world sleeps like the dead. The subway station is buried deep in the underbelly of the street, five flights of stairs below the surface. Eddie descends every day, Persephone to her kingdom beneath the earth, a daily pilgrimage that he’d rather not take.The air whips around his head, a bizarre faux-breeze created by the whooshing of the subway trains, and Eddie seethes silently. [OR: Eddie gets the 06:24 train into the city, Richie joins the train at 06:45. Somehow, they always seem to be on the same carriage] My thoughts: This and De Profundis are really beautiful fics and they’re unlike any other stories I’ve read in this fandom. Highly recommend! De Profundis by @queen-sock Summary: Considering it was the first time in just under a month that they had spent more than brief moments in the hallways together, small waves and tiny smiles at each other over the raging sea of other students, before one of them got swept up in the tide and was pulled away before greetings could be exchanged.“I’m going to take a lit elective,” Richie said, as easily as if he’d just told Eddie that it was going to snow the next day. “Oh, and it’s supposed to snow tomorrow”“Pardon?”“Yeah, the weather dude said we were supposed to get a few inches over-night, but I’ve got a few inches I can give him overnight if you catch my drift,” Richie said, grabbing at his crotch gratuitously.‘What? No -- gross. I’m not -- No. I meant the lit elective, you’re taking a lit class?”“Yup,” Richie said, popping the ‘p’ like it was bubblegum, “I got it all sorted a few weeks ago, actually. I’m taking the ‘poetry and experiment’ class” [Or, Ben starts a new literary journal for the University of Maine, and, unbeknownst to each other, Eddie and Richie start submitting poems under psuedonyms] little pieces of the nothing that fall by @spunknbite Summary: Eddie shook his head, lips quirking upwards in a confused half-smile that Richie was immediately drawn to. “You seem stupid familiar,” he said with a laugh.“I don’t think we know each other,” Richie replied, then added, like the moron he was, “I’d remember you.”This guy wasn’t the sort you forgot.*Or, the one where it's 1998 and Richie sits down at the bar next to an asshole with a Palm Pilot. My thoughts: You HAVE. TO. READ. THIS. You just. Have to. Slow down, you crazy child by @anderbum Summary: Richie looks down at his own body and like the bed and the bedroom before it, he doesn’t recognize what he sees.A broken sound escapes his lips and he slaps his hand to his mouth. Then he pulls his hand away, looks at it again, and slaps it back in place before his mouth gets any smart ideas.“What the fuck,” he says against his not-hand. (A 13 Going on 30 AU, sort of.) My thoughts: Such a good idea and so well executed. Boyfriend by Anonymous Summary: Based on this post by tumblr user chenetic: Imagine Eddie being harrassed by someone at a party who can’t take a hint until Richie comes over and wraps an arm around his waist and says “sorry babe, they don’t have the drink you like here, who’s this?” and Eddie plays along until the person leaves and Eddie thanks him and asks for his name but Richie just says playfully, “you don’t know your boyfriend’s name?” and all through the night Richie follows him around as if they didn’t literally just meet.(In which Richie and Eddie don't remember that they know each other, when they meet at a college party) My thoughts: A meet cute but they’re both human disasters. In the best way. Okay I’ve had to save this draft a few times and the formatting of the post has become a nightmare so I’m going to stop here for now. If anyone has any fics they want to rec me, pls do!

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #reddie fic #fic rec #the fact that on desktop everything is bolded correctly but not on mobile is driving me nuts #but i also can't edit it on mobile #so #i'm sorry