#AND PAIRED WITH MUTAL PINING TOO!??!

[windwheeler-aster]

accidental kiss and friends to lovers tropes should never be seperated.

no, i do not take critism

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 brothers best friend - request, club vibes, fluff

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content: JK is yn´s older brothers bestie, clubbing, mini sexual banter, teasing, make out, humping, chest play, confessions , childhood friends 2 lovers, biker JK, movie night, pining mutally, hopeless romantic reader, FLUFF

note from cherry: cloud anonie, this is a lot more cutesy than u requested, but i hope that's okay!!! Mwa!!

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Fleeting, a look of tension is sent your way, a familiar pair of eyes being the messanger

Jungwon is a good older brother; caring, supportive, kind. Even introduced you to his friends, let his two year younger, kind of loser sister hang out too

Talk for hours about video game interests and never really understanding the jokes until she got old enough, still, always sharing a laugh.

His best friend, Jeon Jungkook, is the complete opposite. Someone you have grown up with and always hated the guts of.

A huge ego, sexual jokes, a player who shamelessly stared at every pair of tits he saw, yours included. A guy who, honestly, didn't fit into the working class, grateful life you and Jungwon live.

Somehow, you found a way to enjoy his company, grown acustom to his banter and flirting, adapting to his sense of humor and finding yourself get a little bit excited whenever he announced he would be coming over

Nonetheless, he had always been around. For every birthday after jungwon turned 7, Jungkook was always there. Every holiday, every special dinner, countless weekends, sleepovers, parties, homework.. you name it.

Through the transformation of childhood to embarrasing teenage phases and crushes, now adulthood, young adulthood

22 isn't that grown up yet, Jungkook is closer with 24, however his mind hasn't aged since age 14, not to your understanding

The point is, he has always been there. In your life, your home, your heart.

You still remember when both of you were teens, sitting alone at your dining table and listening to him explain algebra to you,

You didn't understand a word though, distracted by the big brown doe eyes his face came with.

To be completely honest, Jungkook had been your crush from childhood.

Sure, you hated the way he did absolutely everything but you adored it at the same time. Jealous when he talked about his hook ups and that one serious girlfriend he had,

Hurt when he complimented your looks but would call you annoying afterwards

Your brothers cool, older best friend who came over almost every day.

From finding him pretty as a little girl to humping your pillow thinking about his shirtless body as a teen, the way in which Jungkook showed up in your brain always changed with maturity,

It had been clear however, that your attraction to him is more serious than purely physical, given that it had been years

It took a few exes to take your mind off for sure but at the end of the day, you would always come back to wishing the lips on yours would belong to someone else

The someone that's currently in your kitchen, drinking a glass of water and scanning over the miniskirt on your body

"Where are you going?" he asks, leaning his fully tattoed arm against the large kitchen island,

"You sound like Jungwon" you say, gathering up the coat you would wear to shield yourself of this breezy night.

He cocks his head, "i watched you grow up, i think i have every right to sound like that"

"hmm, sure. Going to a bar" you reply, putting on the black high heels next to the front door

Truth be told, you were going to a bar to attempt at meeting someone to leave with.

After years of pining and useless hope in his flirtatious nothingness, enough is enough

Enough of falling over Jungkook.

"A bar? Alone?" his muscular arms cross over his chest, grey tshirt bulging along his flexed bicep,

Was he working out more?

You nod, replying "yep" with a popping p,

He humms,

"Can i join?" his smile is infuriating, innocent and almost making you question if that was a sincere thing to ask, you giggle,

"Seriously? No?"

"A shame. You look sexy, be careful out there" he nods his chin upwards, disappearing into the depths of your brothers bedroom once again.

"He called you sexy, stop kidding me" she exclaims, rolling her eyes and throwing back yet another shot

Going out alone didn't work when you panic dialed your best friend,

The bar bustling with pretty girls and handsome guys entertaining them,

Searching for a manly snack to take home, you double take with every sleeve tatto having guy,

Looking for a piece of Jungkook in each one of them

"It's nothing nayeon really, he's always like this"

She widens her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest,

No bullshit with nayeon, if someone was gonna feed into your thoughts or pull you straight from delusion, it would be her

"No. No its not, he never called you sexy so casually. He didn't make fun of you this time. He said YOU LOOK SEXY" she empathizes the last sentence by tapping her hand on the table, Scoffing with her words

"Okay yeah, but come on?" doubtful about the possibility that he would return your multiple year long feelings, this conversation is seemingly going no where

"What?" She asks, rasing an eyebrow

You take a sip of your untouched mojito,

"If he liked me back, he would have said something. He's jungkook after all yeonie"

the sigh escaping your lips compliments an array of people leaving the club with little whispers and kisses,

Slow, quiet hushes of passion trailing out with them, leaving behind a yearning wish to feel what they must have felt in this moment

Having found love and lust in one place, taking it home, possibly cherishing it

Turning your head back to your best friend in front of you, her face glimmers in the dim light of the bar,

"I think he's been trying to show you for a long time" she says, pausing for a brief second before her face lights up

"Isn't it Jungwon's birthday next week?"

You hum, then tell her that he's planing to go to the club,

"Do you want to join too? He wouldn't mind" you ask, knowing that Jungwon always likes as many people around as possible

She nods happily, giving you her bright smile once again,

"I'd love to. Maybe you should try to get closer to him. Just try, it's gonna be okay"

Advice is often easier to give than to recieve and follow through with, especially when a good friend is on the line

Saving her from the immediate worry of absolutely embarrassing yourself when you attempt to grow closer to kook, you just smile,

"I guess it won't hurt?"

"Yeah," she replies, "maybe it will feel good"

You leave the bar without a man to fulfill a spot that wasn't molded in his shape to begin with

Slowly, the front door closes with minimal noise, only the tv playing from the living room can be heard,

Illuminating the hallway with bright, colorful flashes ever so often, you walk in without your heels and in your closed coat,

Gazing torward the large grey couch, it's occupied by your brother peacefully sleeping on one end, snoring away like it's the best sleep he's ever had

His best friend sitting a bit further, awake and attentive to the movie playing on the screen,

A rom-com you've seen dozens of times

He glances at you with a small smile, patting the space next to him,

"How was the bar?" he asks once you're planted down next to him, a strand tucked behind your ear while you let your eyes dance on the delicate features of his face

"Good, met up with nayeon" your reply only makes him nod in return, silently mustering your body up and down,

You can't tell what's behind this look,

"Movie night?" your question falls naturally to make up for the tense silence between the two of you, having long forgotten about your sibling a mere two meteres apart

Until he mentions him again

"Yeah, but hyung feel asleep as always"

With a small giggle both of you look at him,

"Typical" you say, rolling your eyes

"Wanna join me? It's pretty lonely down here"

There's a moment where his eyes stay lingering on your lips, bottom one tucked under your teeth

"Sure, i'm gonna go change first" he nods again, granting himself premission to gaze at your legs when you walk up the stairs, the silver ring in the corner of his lip now wet from being toyed with,

When you're back down in a comfortable lounge outfit and without your make up, Jungkooks breath stalls,

"Ah! Scared me" he teases, a playful smirk planted on his plump lips,

"Ha ha jeon" the face you make is enough to make him giggle, nose scrunching up and tongue sticking out

"I'm kidding i'm kidding- ouch!" exclaming dramatically while clutching his chest, he makes a fake sobbing noise before breaking out into the same laugh you're captured in,

"I was really joking, you look beautiful" he says, still focused on your bare face,

Without a second thought just hum mockingly, signaling you took it as a joke as much as you are offended

"Sorry, sorry princess" the tone he uses for your nickname is sultry, low and sounds like something you'd always imagined him to say, maybe even to whisper in your ear and make your spine tingle

Every bone in your body goes limp when you feel a muscular arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into his firm chest,

His head is tuned to the tv, silently, without a word to utter at last you watch the movie,

Getting comfortable with the position, you're breath is still a little ragged from the sudden move, his hands now playing with strands of your hair, gently moving them around

"What's with the heavy breathing?" he says, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and pinching your cheek,

His eyes stay on the tv, knowing he wouldn't contain himself at the sight

You're looking up at him, glancing over the tv's reflection in his big, brown eyes,

"No idea what you're talking about" your reply is close to a whisper, still adimiring the man that's holding you near,

He chuckles, patting your head

"So the staring is probably nothing too right? Come on, you're missing the movie princess" his note comes with a little smirk,

You laugh softly, mumbling out your words

"I've seen this movie a million times"

It wasn't the first time you two cuddled either, while watching a movie he used to pull you closer. However, it had been a while since then,

You must have been 18 the last time it had happened, your reaction then no different to the one now

Rosy cheeks and a racing mind, going places far from the reality of simply laying in his arms

Remembering how you told yourself that this is enough, this is all you would want and need,

It didn't stay that way, desire of things to experince with him only growing with each passing moment of proximity

The two characters of the movie kiss and naturally you smile, entraced with the love they share

Entraced with the desire the guy feels, a spark igniting within your heart to feel this type of kiss,

Lost in thought, you don't seem to notice how Jungkook's head has turned so he could look down to your precious smile,

Contemplating wheather or not to just risk it all and pull your chin up for a kiss, upon seeing the way you melt for the love shown on screen, he wanted nothing more but to make you familair with the feeling

Get you used to what he had been wanting to give you for years

His heartbeat increases, thumping with the thought of feeling your little smile against his lips,

You do notice however, how much quicker his heart is beating, pressing your head closer to his chest,

It must be because of the loving scene, after all, once you did look at him, his head had been turned back to the tv

He decided not to risk it all,

if only he had contemplated a little while longer.

Proud, confidently gesturing to the girl he's engaged in a conversation with

He adjusts his leather jacket, leaning on the counter with his back and casually putting his hand in his pocket,

The pretty girl in front of him smiles, tracing her fingers on his arm

You're left dumbfoundedly looking at nayeon,

"See?" you say, a sad smile dripping from your lips

You can barely make out nayeon's reply though the blaring Club music, people pushing torward the bar left and right

She tells you not to worry and come dance,

You agree, turning your head to look at Jungkook one last time, wishing to see him alone or talking to Jungwon

Instead, he's still busy making another woman laugh

Today was supposed to be your last chance at growing closer to him, your time to laugh and dance with him

You were supposed to go home with him, kissing him wildly at your doorstep and hiding from your disapproving brother

Now, you're swaying your hips with a random guy you haven't seen the face of, searching for your older brother in the crowd

Nayeon is dancing with her boyfriend, giggling, holding his hand that are placed on her hips,

You wanted that to be you tonight,

Jungwon sees you and smiles, assuming you finally let someone near you after being alone for a while,

He does judge the guy, letting you know that he's keeping an eye out for you, before he turns back to conversing with his friends

The music grows louder and so does the feeling of sadness that's being chased away by alcohol and strangers around you

Meanwhile,

"Oh there she is" he smiles, nodding towards you, he could only make out your hair from the back, long and silky as it sways with the music

"Ahh, wow she's pretty" the girl says, giving Jungkook a thumbs up

"Who is?" Another girl chimes in, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend that had been talking to Jungkook the past ten minutes,

An old friend he met coincidentally while she's clubbing with her partner

"His crush, the girl over there" she signals, pointing her finger to your figure, dancing with the guy you haven't met

With his replacement, his never fulfilling replacement

"Oh wow she is but, who's that guy?"

Jungkook's eyes fall, smile turning into a clenching jaw, moving his body up immediately to get a better view

A view he didn't like seeing,

You looked absolutely gorgeous, a short, soft pink dress draping down your body, stopping mid thigh

The curve of your waist perfectly on display, light pink blush on your cheeks only adding to the glow you extent,

But your face doesn't match, he doesn't find the same glow radiating from it as he does from your body

"I gotta go, have fun minnie, you too!" He shouts while looking back, already pushing his way through the mass of people just to get to you,

You spot him too, alone, smiling with a worried expression when you make eye contact,

He snatches you away from the guy while pulling your hands in torward him, sneaking his arms around your waist

"You okay?" he asks, gently swaying the two of you around,

Your heart lights up, already sewing itself together with what you believe to be false hope

Still, your hands press on his shoulders, moving your hips to the music

The alcohol in your system not nearly enough to have gotten you tipsy

"Yeah. Why?" you reply, smiling at the way his eyes seem so focused on your face,

He glows beneath the colorful lights,

"You look sad dancing with that dude" he explains, pulling you in a little closer

A smile hits your face again, you love that he noticed, you love that he watched you

"I was sad you were busy"

The boldness of your claim takes him by surpirse, chuckling at the unusual comment

He didn't know if you were serious, but he wanted to keep playing your game

"I was talking to my friend, waiting for you actually" he winks, spining you around once before you stumble against his chest,

"Oh yeah?" You laugh, focused on his little foot movements, the dance is becoming second nature, much like your back and forth

everyone disappears when he smiles down to you,

"Yeah, she and her girlfriend said you look pretty. We all agreed on that, maybe we do have a lot in common"

Suddenly, the weight of a thousand stones have been lifted from your heart,

A fresh breeze blooms within it, filling you with what you can only call confidence and hope,

Although it feels more secure than hope, almost evidently factual,

Both of you realized it in that very glimpse

"Wanna get out of here?" he whispers into your ear, having wrapped both of his arms around you, pulling you flush to his chest

You nod, biting back a grin you have waited to unleash

He returns it, taking your hand and rushing outside the club

From the corner of your eye you see jungwon shaking his head,

"Took them long enough" he tells nayeon

She smiles, sighing

"I know right"

Once the night has quieted down from outside of the busy club, only small street lights and some pedestrians are around

Even the music is almost completely deaf to your ears, a faint melody playing in what you wouldn't need to remember

He takes you by the hips, pulling you closer to his body,

"You know what this means i hope" he says, running his tongue over his lips,

you did, you knew the moment both of you smiled at each other after the relief of the truth,

You had waited your time, it was now finally your turn to collide

"What do you mean ?"

He snarks, tilting your chin up to him with a sincere look

Knowing you just needed him to say it,

"I love you. I've liked you for years, but i think today we were meant to connect"

The soft kiss he places on your longing lips seals his sincerity, moving slowly against you in a rhythm you've dreamed of

He feels like home, he feels like years spent were worth this one kiss

You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer,

"I love you too" you mumble, losing the words to a kiss that had spoken for you before you did,

"I know" he says, resting his forhead on yours with an unsteady breath, you can't help but scoff at his cocky tone

He just laughs in return, capturing your lips in another kiss of the same kind

"Wanna ride home with me?" he asks, clasping his hand in with yours and already walking along the rocky road

"On your bike?" you're snapping to look at him, glimmering with excitment

It has been one of your teenage dreams to ride on his bike with him, wrapping your arms around his waist and just feeling the freedom of the trust you have in him

His heartthrob allure only growing after he had gotten his license at 17

He says yes, stopping in front of the black, sleek looking bike,

"But it's late kook"

Without missing a beat,

"Stay the night. I've slept over a million times. I can sleep on the guest bed if you want me to"

Your cheeks fill with heat, turning your head sideways to hide your excitement

Still, he catches it, cupping your face to turn you back towards his loving eyes,

"So?"

You grin, "hell yes"

"Okay, you need to hold on tight" his head is covered by the large helmet, leather jacket zipped up all the way to the top,

Like a scene from a movie, your hair flows with the wind, hands tightening around his waist when he begins driving, not to slow, not too fast

"Feels so nice!" You shout, closing you eyes to indulge in this new found satisfaction,

He chuckles, shouting back

"Right? I'll drive you anywhere baby!" the sweetness of his voice doesn't feel forgein or like he's jumping ahead

It all falls together perfectly, like it had always been this way

Arrving at his front door a couple minutes later, he takes off the helmet and assists your leave from the bike

Unlocking the door and getting rid of the thick jacket, he stares at your revealing dress, this time, all of his sense fully able to concentrate on you

"Are you cold? You look stunning, by the way, in case you couldn't tell from how i can't stop looking" he takes his hands to run down your sides again, placing a small kiss on your nose,

"Thank you, i know i don't have to tell you, but you look really good too" you say, caressing his face with your hands,

He notes you didn't answer his question but he doesn't push, leading you to his couch to wrap you up comfortably either way

"I do know, but it's different when my girl says it" he mutters against your lips while he places you down on the couch, climbing to hover over you

Your lips move on their very own, focused on chasing after the love in his kisses, softly humming while playing with his hair

He sneaks his tongue into your mouth, wrapping it around yours and causing for a deeper kiss,

You take it, moaning softly into it and then you play with his bottom lip, swiping your tongue across the small metal ring,

"You're my girl, you know that, right princess?"

his hands wander to your arms, caressing them while his lips move to kiss down your neck, leaving traces of wet spots and little bruises on your soft skin

Moaning in pleasure and happiness, this feeling is what you've been longing for,

It's him, he is what you were missing

It's you, it's you he needed all along

"Yours, wanted it for so long" you mumble out, getting lost in the feeling of his warmth all over you,

You can feel him smile against your neck, his head lifts to look you directly into the eyes

He's a little blushed out, lips swollen and glazed and his pretty hair is slightly messed up

One of his hands makes its way to your face, grazing his thumb over your cheek and bottom lip

"Me too, i first realized when i was 17. You were so pretty and just so.. you. It only got worse by the day" he says, although he's slightly breathy in his voice, the statement is firm

Your heart jumps, you are you

And that was enough for him

When he shifts in the couch to be more comfortable, his hips press into yours

The barrier of your thin dress not nearly enough to stop feeling his bulge inside the jeans he's wearing,

You let out a small whimper just as he groans, quickly you hide under your hands

"Oh god i-i-m sorry" you stutter out but he makes it known he didn't mind, prying your hands away immediately

"It's okay pretty, you sound cute. Are you okay with this? If we're moving too fast-"

"Please?" your whine is soft; a plea to feel him more,

He smiles, kissing you with grace and lust,

"Anything for you"

Slowly, the bulge in his pants presses into you again, his hips roll into your heat carefully, the friction immediately eliciting small groans and whimpers from your mouths,

You kiss him again, moving your hands under his shirt to touch his abs while you continue cherishing his closeness, growing wetter by the second

He takes every little moan, starting to groan himself and growing more eager, more rapid with his movements,

"So pretty, can i touch your chest baby?" he whispers against your lips, opening his eyes to watch your tits move with every roll to your core, breath fanning over your lips as ragged as yours

"Mhh, yes, please kook"

His hands occupy themselves immediately, pulling down the straps of your dress and releasing them from the cups of your bra,

He takes a second to stare, listening to your little pleas while your face is glazed with pleasure and your exposed chest moves with you,

"You're a dream" he keeps pressing small kisses to your lips, hands now working against your chest.

Squeezing the flesh, rolling his fingers over your nipples

The moans from your mouth are now rapid, your clit overwhelmingly pleased with friction and the knot in your lower abdomen close to snapping,

"Feels so good kook, gonna cum" you whisper, pulling him into a deeper kiss by the neck,

"Cum for me pretty, doing so good" he says in that airy low voice and it only takes two more pushes to make you release into your soaked panties

He stops his hips slowly, listening to your little whimpers and collecting his breath

"Felt.. so good.." he mutters into your hair, pressing little kisses to your scalp

"Mhm.. you didn't cum did you?" your question seems almost absurd to him

He chuckles, looking at your pretty face under him,

"I did. I came like a teen in my boxers, i mean god look at you"

You laugh sweetly, kissing his cheek, he returns it shortly after

"Reminds me of when i once stole your shirt from jungwons room to masturbate with"

Shamelessly admitting to one of your most down- bad moments, knowing you wouldn't be judged

He gasps, sitting you up with him,

"Oh my god, i stole your panties once!" he laughs, your eyes widen in shock as you begin laughing with him

"The stuff we did as teens man" you say with a sigh, wrapping yourself in one of the blankets around

He furrows his eyebrows,

"Teens? I did that last year"

Another gasp, this time from you

He pinches your nose, shutting your words of disbelief up with a kiss,

"Shhh shh no more. Let's sleep, I'll give you my shirt, no need to steal them anymore"

You nod, yawning and falling into his arms,

He takes your body right up with him, picking you up to his room, where you'd be sleeping in his clothes, in his arms

Just where you belonged all this time.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Marshmallow

Summary: All cozied up by the campfire, roasting marshmallows and laughing about old times and creating new memories.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 2,940

Hyungwon X Reader

[Features: OT7! Monsta X]

[A/n: I've written marshmallow so many times while writing this that it no longer looks like the word. Anyways, if you’ve heard Hyungwon’s newest OST ‘Now’, I tried to incorporate the bridge of that song into this too~. I don’t want to spoil anything, but Jeonghan helped inspire part of this. Also, a special thanks to @jinkoh for encouraging this idea along!]

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You get out of your car with cups and plates, knowing everyone has gotten the rest of the supplies. You couldn’t wait to spend the next day and a half in this lovely forest with your seven closest friends. It’s the perfect way to spend October. You make your way to the campfire, the leaves crackling under your feet. The beginning of fall felt so warm and cozy, although the weather was turning colder by the minute. 

You quicken your pace as you hear the yammering of your friends in the distance. You rush up and are greeted with several loud “Hello's,” You had arrived a little later than the rest of the crowd to your annual campfire and log cabin stay. But you couldn’t be more excited to see your boyfriend. “Won!” You cheer, and he stops what he’s doing, turns back to see you, and smiles, “(N/n)!” He meets you in the middle and kisses the top of your head, “Did you make it up here safe?” You nod, and he smiles, “I’m putting away the drinks into the coolers. I think Hoseok wants the utensils and things up at the house.” You nod and kiss his cheek before walking over to the log cabin. 

You head into the kitchen and put away the cups and plates you brought. That’s when you hear a cheer of your name, “(Y/n)!” and you turn back, “Jooheon!” He gives you a hug, “How have you been?!” You shrug and go, “Okay, and you?” He nods, “About the same, but it's nice to be back up here.” You agree, “I wonder what shenanigans we'll get up to this year.” He smirks, “I have a few ideas~” You laugh, “New games?” He nods as Hyunwoo comes in with chips and other snacks, “Anything good?” He smiles, “All of our favorites!” You grin, “Snack time is going to be great then!” The two smile and agree as you excuse yourself out of the cabin. 

You come out to see what else you can do to prepare for the big fire tonight. You grab some trash lying about and throw it away. There was nothing else to do since everyone was already starting to wind down from their tasks. You continue looking around until you spot Hyungwon leaning against his explorer, drinking a pop. And he locks eyes with you before finishing his sip as you walk over to him. He reaches into the cooler and snaps open another can, “For you~” You smile and take a drink before joining him leaning against his car. 

You tap your cans together without the risk of it spilling everywhere. You ask, “How was work?” And he shrugs, “The record store was slow for this time of year.” You nod and he asks, “How’s the office?” You shrug, “It was nice, but I was reminded of why I dislike it today.” “Why?” You ramble on about how your boss kept piling on the work, even when she knew you were leaving for a trip today. “That sucks.” You sigh, “Yeah.” He wraps his arm behind you, “But you’re here now. Your boss can shove it from here on out.” You laugh and lean into his chest, “I like the sound of that.” He hums, “Good.” You drink your pop and shiver, “It’s a little cold to be drinking pop.” He laughs, “I was thinking the same thing.” You ask, “You wanna go inside for a bit?” He agrees, and you put your free arm behind his back as you both walk back to the log cabin. 

Hoseok comes in with Changkyun after you two and says, “We finished getting the firewood for later.” And Kihyun says, “Perfect.” Minhyuk goes, “Let’s all sit back and watch a few movies until then.” Hyunwoo announces, “I’ll get the snacks!” Hyungwon and you sit in the armchair together, placing your cold pops into the two cup holders, “I feel a bit warmer now.” He laughs, “Me too.” The two of you curl up together, and he grabs the blanket from behind him. Careful of your pops, he throws the blanket over both of you. Jooheon cheers as he chooses, “The Great Pumpkin!” Hyunwoo returns with two bowls of popcorn, chips, and various little candies. 

Changkyun puts smaller bowls out to make it easier on you guys since you are all spaced out from the coffee table. You move the blanket down to reach for a bowl and scoop out some popcorn. And you turn back, “Want anything else?” He shakes his head, and you sit against his chest again. Jooheon starts the movie once everyone settles into their spots. And you enjoy the movie peacefully, giggling every once in a while as you eat popcorn.  

Once the night draws closer and you’ve all finished two movies. You join Hoseok in starting the fire, piling the wood strategically together. You douse it with lighter fluid, and the both of you stand back as he throws a lit match onto the pile. You high-five as it catches on fire, and he asks, “Do you want to tend to the fire while I go help Kihyun grill?” You nod, “Sounds fine.” You poke it with your fire stoker, coaxing it to grow bigger and brighter. 

Once all of the firewood is burning, you sit down on a log in front of it. And the rest of your friends slowly start joining you on the logs. Hyungwon sits down beside you as Hoseok passes out the plates. Kihyun comes around with roasted vegetables and smoked meat, serving everyone their fair share. You bite into a piece, “It’s as good as ever. Thanks, Ki!” He smiles, and everyone yells out their compliments as he puts the last serving on his plate. 

Kihyun gets up after finishing his first plate and asks, “Who wants seconds?!” You all cheer for another round, and Hyunwoo gets up to help him as everyone starts telling stories. Minhyuk begins, “So I’m leaving for work, right?” “Yeah,” He sighs, “The boss comes in, tells me I have more paperwork to do, and I ask if I’m getting overtime for it. And he told me ‘no’, so I told him ‘No, I won’t be doing it’. He didn’t like that. Let’s just say tomorrow. I'm having a 'friendly' talk with his supervisor in the morning. Cause I’m not going to do work, I’m not being paid for.” Hyungwon goes, “Damn right.” And he talks about the record shop and how slow it’s gotten. Although, they've put up their Halloween decorations, which is nice. 

Hoseok talks about his dance studio and the new trainees he’s teaching, and Changkyun and Jooheon tell you all about their adventures in producing music this year. You talk about your job and how your boss was piling on work for you today, even though she knew you were leaving for the day. Minhyuk pats your back, “Damn, our bosses suck.” You laugh, and Hoseok chimes in, “You could always work for one of us~” You both roll your eyes and tell him, “Some of us don’t want to live entrepreneur lives.” While Minhyuk says, “My money is for fun, I don't need to work.” You all laugh, and Kihyun and Hyunwoo bring back the food. 

“What are we talking about?” Hoseok shrugs, “Our careers.” Kihyun smiles, “Oh! I invested in the right assets this year, so I’ve been able to take fewer shifts at the bakery to supplement!” Hyungwon smirks and teases, “Young Flexer,” which causes Kihyun to groan, “I said it once, and you’ve never let me forget it…” You all laugh, and Hyungwon says, “That’s what friends are for.” He squints at him as he puts the meat onto his plate, “It’s so lovely being friends with you…” Hyunwoo passes out the vegetables and says, “I’ve been working at the gym like usual and at Hoseok’s studio these past few weeks.” Hoseok goes, “Oh! You should show them your new moves.” He shakes his head, and you all cheer, “Hyunwoo! Hyunwoo! Hyunwoo!” He puts the empty plate down and dances a few feet from the fire. You all cheer and clap as he finishes, and he gets shy, “That’s the new moves I learned…” Changkyun goes, “Damn, his moves are smooth.” You all agree before eating your second helping of food.

You take everyone’s plates and tell them you're going to wash them. As you walk back to the cabin with the empty dishes, Hyungwon comes up behind you, “You wanna wash them together?” You nod, “That would be lovely.” He smiles, takes some of them off your hands, and opens the screen door. As you fill the sink with soapy water, you ask, “Are you ready for marshmallows?” He nods, “Hell yeah, I am! It’s like the second best part of this trip.” You raise your eyebrow at him, “What’s the best part then? Because the marshmallows are like rewards…” He smiles, “Getting to spend this trip with you.” You bump him with your hip and go, “Yeah, that is pretty nice.” He pouts, “Just nice…” With your dry hand, you ruffle his hair, “It’s been my dream to spend these trips as your lover since we were younger. So, it's greater than nice.” Before kissing his cheek, he nods, “That’s better. And it's been mine, too.” You grin as the two of you work in harmony washing the dishes. When he puts the last plate on the drying rack, he goes, “All this water is getting to me…” You laugh, “You go use the restroom. I’ll put away the plates.” He nods and rushes off to the bathroom while you dry and put the dishes away. 

You decide to wait for him by the fire. You sit back down on the log you were sitting on before to see everyone starting to finish up their jobs. You rub your hands together before putting them close to the fire. Everyone starts gathering around the fire, and Hoseok stokes the flame to grow a little brighter for the marshmallows. You hear someone approach you and look up to see Hyungwon, and he pouts, “You got here before me.” You smile and pat your lap, “It’s your turn.” He raises his eyebrow and asks, “You sure?” You nod, and he grins and moves to one side of you before sitting down on your lap. You giggle as you wrap an arm behind his back, and he tells you, “You’re warm.” And he snuggles into your embrace, and you laugh, “You’re cold.” He whispers, “It feels unreal for you to hold me.” You grin as you whisper, “I could say the same.” Minhyuk whines, “You know there is more room on the logs to sit on than being all coupley!” You both smirk at each other and go, “Jealous, are we?” He rolls his eyes, and you both laugh in victory. Changkyun comes around, handing everyone a marshmallow skewer. When everyone settles into their spots, you all start roasting your marshmallows. 

Jooheon passes the chocolate bar and graham cracker plate around, and Hyungwon fashions both of your s'mores while you hold him on your lap. He hands the plate to Minhyuk before saying, “Ahh~” you laugh as you open your mouth, and he feeds you a s'more. Using your free hand, you feed him one of his. Hoseok goes, “This is the first year we’re only here for a day and a half.” Jooheon sighs, “I wish we had more time. I miss the days we would stay out here for a week or so.” Changkyun chimes in, “Some of my best memories are here.” Kihyun laughs, “Yeah, like when Joo dared you to go skinny dipping?” Changkyun laughs, “It crossed it off my bucket list. What about when you made out with that tree when you were drunk?” Kihyun groans, “I thought it was someone else... My lips hurt for weeks.” 

You both have another marshmallow sandwich while they converse. And Hyunwoo goes, “Remember how we dared those two,” he points at the two of you, “to kiss for the first time?” You smile, and Jooheon says, “And now they can’t get enough of each other…” You smile and look up at Hyungwon, “Yeah, he’s right.” He grins and kisses your nose, “Yeah, I’m so glad Minhyuk dared us.” Minhyuk says, “I’m still waiting for my thank you!” And you both roll your eyes, “Thanks, Min.” 

The stories and games continue into the night, each game growing more and more ridiculous than the last with the more drinks you each have. You were standing yelling, “Taka-Taka!” As Hyungwon and Jooheon went, “Heing-Heing” Changkyun for once able to follow your movements as you attacked him, and he did it right back at you. Causing you to fall to the ground in defeat, not expecting it. He cackles the loudest as you whine and drink another sip of beer before standing up and continuing the game.

When that game finally ends, you crumple onto the log beneath you. You murmur when Hyungwon is earshot, “You guys wear me out.” And he sighs, “Tell me about it.” You pat your lap, “I wanna hold you to recoup.” He lets out a breathless laugh as he nods before sitting back on your lap. “You’re like an oversized teddy bear.” You nuzzle your head into his stomach and relax. “This is nice.” He giggles, “That tickles.” You move your mouth away and say, “Sorry!” He shrugs, and you hold him tighter before adjusting and resting your head against his shoulder. “You okay?” You shake your head as Jooheon goes, “Alright, everyone rested for another round?” Hyungwon looks down at you, “No?” You shake your head, and he agrees, “Let’s go lay down.” 

Hyungwon tells him you're both tired, and he gets up off of you and holds his hand out to you. Tiredly, you ask, “You guys got the fire?” They nod as you accept Hyungwon’s hand. He helps you up as they wish you both sweet dreams. You two do the same and walk back hand in hand. As you get up to the cabin, you stop him, “You know this is our second time up here as a couple?” He agrees, “Yeah... Somehow, I can't believe it.” You nod, and he squeezes your hand before continuing, “I hope we continue to do this many more times.” You grin and kiss his cheek, “Me too.” Before sweeping his hair behind his ear and kissing him, he grins as he pulls back and places his forehead against yours, “It's almost unreal that you're mine.” You smile and whisper, “I'm glad this is real and that you're mine too.” He grins and holds you closer to him as you continue to the cabin and into your shared room.

You both change into comfortable clothes, and he joins you underneath the covers. You face each other for a moment before he turns you over and wraps himself around you, “It’s my turn to cuddle you.” You giggle, “Okay.” He whispers as you both start falling asleep, “You're like a deep dream to me.” You whisper back, “You're the same for me.” He hums and agrees before you both fall asleep, dreaming of each other.

The two of you sleep in while the rest are out and about doing who knows what. It isn’t until Kihyun knocks and lets you two know that they’re having lunch with or without you guys that you get up. You both repack your small backpack before joining the guys at the table. 

You serve yourself up some ramen and other goodies from the middle and eat happily. Changkyun cheers, “You guys missed it last night!” Hyungwon and you both wait for him to continue as Minhyuk sneezes, “We finished putting the fire out, and I guess we misjudged how drunk Min got…” You both raise your eyebrows, “He fell right into the ashes.” He sneezes again, “I think I still have ashes up my nose…” Hoseok goes, “We hosed him off before he entered the house.” You look at Minhyuk in worry, and Kihyun shrugs, “Don’t worry, we supplied him with clean, warm clothes.” You nod, “Good.” 

They continue telling you what went down after you two went to bed. Jooheon pouted as they told you how he dropped the rest of the marshmallows into the dirt, “I didn’t mean to! I was excited.” Hyunwoo shrugs, “He fell on his ass while ‘heighing’ knocked the open bag down.” You all cackle at that, and Changkyun ruffles his hair, “It’s okay, baby, everyone makes mistakes.” He nods and cheers up, and before long, it’s time to leave the lovely cabin. 

Hoseok asks as you guys leave, “Maybe we can do this for Christmas?” Minhyuk sneezes before saying, “We’ve never done that before.” You all agree that it would be fun. And Hyungwon suggests, “Maybe we roast marshmallows in the fireplace inside this time?” Hyunwoo continues, “And since it’ll probably be snowing, we’ll get frozen pizza to heat up here.” You suggest, “Hot cocoa?” Changkyun grins, “Hell yeah!” Kihyun says, “Maybe we can bake together?" Jooheon goes, “Maybe some of those delicious creature cookies." Everyone cheers before discussing possible dates before leaving for their respective homes. 

You arrive home first while Hyungwon drops some people off before joining you back home. He comes in to see you lying down, eating the pizza you ordered for the two of you. He sighs, “It’s nice to come home to you.” You laugh as he joins you on the couch, and you tell him, “I’m home wherever you are.”

[sunshinescribes]

Birthday Boy

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

Rating: NONE

Summary: Law doesn’t celebrate his birthday, but even still, you try to show him how much he means to you on his special day.

Warnings: Mutal Pining, Comfort, Fluff, Law is whipped but still bad at feelings, this may be my sappiest fic yet (I love that for Law)

Something feels…different when Law wakes up.

The warmth he remembers when falling asleep is gone; the space occupied by you in his bed now empty. Save for the tousled sheets and slight impression, it’s as if you were never there.

Law is surprised by the disappointment that settles in his chest. This relationship with you is new—complicated in that he isn’t exactly sure how to navigate it or if he’s even doing this right, and a part of him feels like he’s already fucking up. He craves too much—wants too deeply, and yet has so little to offer.

She can’t even stand to stay in the same bed as you, a cruel voice in the back of his mind mocks.

Law sighs, sinking deeper into his mattress as his mind wars with itself. He had been slow to admit his feelings—kept a respectable distance from you the second his heart began to beat irregularly whenever you appeared, or the way his words would get caught in his throat when you attempted to strike up a conversation.

You had been the one to come to him. You would grace him with one of your lovely smiles and laugh at his side while he flipped through his volumes. Sometimes you’d stop him as he made his rounds, asking for a helping hand with the repairs you were making to the Polar Tang.

Those moments only served to make his budding feelings metastasize, making you more lovely with each passing day.

Sometimes you two would even sit in comfortable silence on the deck, enjoying the cool sea breeze as the rest of the crew drank in the fresh air and blinding sun after days in the ocean’s depths.

And then one day, as the sun set over the horizon, you turned to him, bathed in a golden haze, your beautiful eyes alight as you gazed at him, and Law was lost.

He couldn’t stop his less than romantic confession, his words more matter of fact than flattery, but you hadn’t recoiled or looked at him with genuine revulsion as he had expected. You had batted your eyelashes, as flustered and stunned as he was, and then your lips curled into that soft, gorgeous smile.

It had been a long time since he had felt so lucky. So hopeful.  

And now he felt as if his luck was beginning to run out, as it always seemed to do.

“You’re up!”

Your voice breaks through his ruminations, so sudden and surprised that it nearly startles him. Law turns his head, catching sight of you closing the door to his room while your free hand holds something he can’t make out.

You take tentative steps towards him, as if debating what you’re about to do next. Law watches you inquisitively, his golden eyes catching the nervous twitch of your lips.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you mutter, holding out your hand.

Law finally makes out the item in it—a small box wrapped in what looked like his crumbled, forgotten notes.

He casts a curious look your way, but you say nothing. You only wave the box lightly, wordlessly encouraging him to take it.

“What…is it?” he inquires, glancing between you and the mystery package.

You laugh lightly, shrugging your shoulders playfully. “You have to open it and see.”

You take your place back at his side, sinking onto the bed as Law hesitantly peels the makeshift wrapping. A nervous smile plays on your lips as you watch him.

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, so loud you swear Law can hear it, but he continues to carefully unwrap the box until it’s free of his notes. He stares at the wooden box in the palm of his hand, curious. Slowly, he lifts the lid.

“I know you don’t do birthdays... but I thought you’d like it,” you explain as Law peers inside. He stills; it looks as if he stops breathing for a second, and you panic at the unreadable expression on his face.

Fuck. Shit. FUCK!. He doesn’t like it. Look at his face; he hates it.

Except, that can’t be right. You would be a fool to think you have Law completely figured out; the mask he wears slips, but never fully falls for you—not yet, at least, but what Law doesn’t offer freely, you ascertain.

You had seen the way he had eyed the coin in a tiny shop nestled in the heart of the last town the ship made port in.

You noticed that scarce glint in his eyes, the one that appears when he sees something he truly wants—his eyes always linger—but when you came up beside him to catch a glimpse of the coin that had caught his attention, Law swiftly moved on, explaining that he’d thought he had seen something the crew could use.

You had put that silver tongue of yours to work that day, smiled wide, and batted your eyelashes until the storeowner offered a price for the silver coin that you could reason with.

“Happy Birthday,” you whisper.

Law lifts his gaze to you, blinks for a second until his lips curl into a rare smile. Not the smug sneer he reserves for other pirates and marines—the soft, almost uncertain grin that gets prettier each time you see it, no matter how infrequent.

He whispers his thanks, staring fondly between you and the silver coin. Another for a collection you suspect must be hidden away. In that beloved desk of his, no doubt.

You glance over at it, as if you can will it to expose its secrets (and perhaps more about your tight-lipped lover). Calloused fingers brush against your skin; shift your attention back to Law as he cups your cheek. He tilts your head slightly to the right and leans in.

You are so hopelessly lost—so stupid in love with him, beyond happy to be at his side, to show him just how lovely he is—to care for him in a way that only you can.

You all but whine when Law finally pulls away. You attempt to chase his lips, but he tsks lowly, still cradling your cheek.

If I start, I won’t want to stop, he thinks to himself as he stares down at you, so beautiful and thoughtful and all his. He could kiss you for a lifetime and never grow tired of it—drink the image of you like this until the world fades.

Maybe one day he can, but for now, there’s still work to be done.

"I need to get up…”

And yet Law still holds you, is still a hairbreadth away from your lips.

Your hands settle on his tattooed chest, lightly pushing his lithe body down flat on the bed. Law lets you, equally as dazed, rendered senseless by his infatuation.

You straddle his hips and take in the sight of him beneath you—such a pretty view.

You sigh, your voice is light and sweet as you speak.

“That’s not the only present I want to give you.”

divider credit @/cafekitsune

[gingerlee-holds]

OK SO!!! I had the cutest idea :3 Peter (one) and reader are either silly besties or dating or both :3 and they are both crazy tired drunk considering it’s past 3 am and because of all the silliness they get into a tword fight! (Possibly more Lee reader cause I feel like Peter would be feral when hyper and sleep deprived 🤣) and eventually Tony comes in and is like wtf is wrong with you two idiots?? GO TO BED!!! (Secretly loves seeing his kids all giggly and adorable :3 🥺❤️) and then they both end up crashing and getting sleepy but they are still a little giggly about some jokes/moments which leads to more tickles and it’s like sleepy cuddly giggly tickles 😭❤️ and then they both get supppperrrr sleepy and end up falling asleep in each others arms with smiles on their faces and tony comes back in cause he’s scared the children are dead 😂 and sees the adorableness and proceeds to post it to the avengers group chat and it ends in them waking up being like WHO THE FUCK TOOK A PICTURE OF US!? 🤣 (ok definitely mutal pining/idiots in love but they just don’t admit it yet 🥹)

okayokay so this was kinda just written with you in mind teddy xD i love ya and i hope you enjoy this silly lil fic!!

Feral

Words: 1,275 Pairing: Ler!Peter1, Lee!Reader Warnings: whoooole lotta fluff heehee

“Uno!” you called out. You grinned to yourself as you glared playfully over your final card at Peter, who had somehow collected fifteen cards throughout the game. His eyes squinted suspiciously as he hesitantly placed down the yellow three before he jolted backward in shock when you slammed down the red three, winning you the game.

“C’mon!” Peter fell sideways onto the carpet with a groan. “We’ve been doing this for five hours! How have I not been able to win even once?”

“I’m just too good!” You giggled as you playfully hit his shoulder. Looking over at the clock on the wall, you saw he was correct: it was past three in the morning, and not another soul was stirring in the entire Avengers tower. Both of you had been blinking sleep from your eyes for a while, but neither wanted to go to bed. Most of the other heroes had missions they were absent for, but the few still at the tower were fast asleep.

Peter yawned, bringing your attention back to him. It was so rare that you two spent so much time with each other. You missed the messy-haired hero a lot when he wasn’t around, and now that you two had the weekend mission-free, you were utterly adamant that you would make the most of it. You yawned, too. The stubbornness that made you such a valuable addition to the team was matched only by the spiderling. Grinning, you picked up the cards and began to reshuffle them.

“No, please, no more,” Peter whined sleepily, smiling despite his tone. “Can we play something else?”

“Like… Battleship? You know I’m always down to beat you again,” you giggled and stuck out your tongue. The two of you may have been on par with stubbornness, but you had him and everyone else soundly beat when it came to board games, to the degree that Tony insists you’re somehow cheating. 

“Absolutely not! I’d rather take a hive of wasps,” Peter grumbled, sitting back up with a huff. He hummed in thought before grinning. “I know a game we can play.” 

You tilted your head a bit, interested. “What did you have in mind?”

“Close your eyes for a second.”

Doing as you were told, you closed your eyes, sitting perfectly still and trying to guess what Peter was doing. Unfortunately for you, Peter was among the stealthier Avengers, something he demonstrated when you felt his hands grab you from behind, scribbling over your tummy. 

“We should have a tickle fight!” Peter giggled into your ear as you erupted into bubbly laughter. “This is a game I know I can win!” 

“YouhuhU LihIhihIttle ShihihIhihit! GehehEHet OhohohOFf!!” You kicked your feet, sending Uno cards flying all over the room. Peter wiggled his fingers up to your ribs, and your laughter kicked up a notch as you thrashed about in his grasp. 

“I’ll do no such thing! I’m stronger than you, little cutie!” 

Your face instantly began heating up. Whether or not the tease was intentional, it was extraordinarily flustering to hear from Peter Parker. You swatted at his hands as you squeaked, and, so experienced to losing tickle fights, Peter knowledgeably grabbed one of your wrists and held it up so he could scribble in the hollow of your underarm, making you shriek in surprise. 

Suddenly, you both heard the unmistakable sound of a middle-aged man clearing his throat in disapproval. Looking over, you both saw a very grumpy Tony Stark leaning against the doorway. 

The silence hung in the air for a while before Peter whispered, “You can almost see the smoke coming out of his ears,” and the two of you burst into hysterical giggles. 

Tony groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose in fond agitation. “I would ask what you two kids are doing awake this late at night, but I don’t want to know. Bedtime is now-time.” He pointed to the two twin beds in either corner of the room, then folded his arms over his chest. “You two have got to start going to bed on time.”

Peter giggled a little more, saying, “But that would be such a stark difference from what we usually do!” His pun made you both again dissolve into sleepy, senseless laughter. 

Sighing, Tony again cleared his throat. It was very obvious to all the other inhabitants of the tower that Tony utterly adored the two youngest members of the team. He was clearly struggling to speak seriously before the two giggly children on the carpet. “Peter,” he said firmly, giving him that look that the spiderling instantly took to mean he had reached the limit.

“Yes, Mr. Stark. Sorry, Mr. Stark. We’ll go to bed right away, Mr. Stark.”

Tony grinned wearily and nodded. “I’ll check back in half an hour. If you two aren’t asleep by then, I’m changing the Wifi password.” With that, he left and shut the door behind him.

It turns out the two young heroes didn’t even have the strength to make it into their beds. Still in a clingy mood from your tickles, you held onto Peter’s arm tightly, and both of you made a concerted effort to reach his bed, but in the end, collapsed onto Peter’s bean bag. You both yawned simultaneously, giggling about Peter’s bad jokes. 

The spiderling smiled, encouraged by your giggles. His hand slowly reached down and began tracing up your side. “The itsy bitsy spiderrrr…” Peter mumbled, slurring his words in exhaustion. 

You felt your face heating up again and scooted away from his hand, inadvertently snuggling closer to Peter. “Dohohohon’t!”

“Dohon’t what, cutie?”

Whining, you were too sleepy to squirm away as he continued gently tracing your sides. “Tihihickle meeee…” you mumbled.

“That’s what I’m doing, silly~!”

You huffed and buried your face in his shoulder. “Jeheherk!” Although you didn’t say so, the tickles were very relaxing, almost lulling you to sleep -more than almost. When his breath finally evened out to sleep, you didn’t stand a chance. Both of you were out like lights. 

Tony walked back in, expecting to deal with more patented Peter Snark. To his surprise, he saw the two little heroes tuckered out on the beanbag, holding each other tightly with big cozy smiles on both of their faces. Tony pressed a button on his glasses, taking a secret photo, before pulling it up on his phone to send to the official Avengers group chat, followed by a heart emoji. He yawned and shut the door behind him. Going to sleep sounded like a pretty good idea.

The chipper chirps of midday birdsong were interrupted by a shriek of embarrassment. “Wake up. Peterpeterpeter, wake the hell-!” You shoved at his shoulder frantically, not looking up from your phone.

The spiderling jolted awake, mumbling a Star Wars reference that was quickly cut off by a gasp when he looked at his phone. It was noon - they were supposed to be awake for combat training five hours ago! But that wasn’t the worst: the Avengers group chat had been active. He looked back through the messages, his face redder and redder as he read through the messages filled with the other Avengers gushing over the adorableness of the two young heroes. Peter finally reached a message from Tony, and upon seeing the image of the two of them snuggling together, he looked up, wide-eyed, at you. You looked at him right back. 

A heartbeat.

Cuties.

You both cleared your throats and stood, quickly running to prepare for training. However, you not-so-subtly saved the image to your camera roll, making you smile every time you saw it. 

[the-sinking-ship]

Nights With You

a gift for @fictional

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: E

Wordcount: 58k

Tags: humor, mutal pining, jealousy, fake dating, praise kink, only one bed, weddings, romantic comedy, the gang takes a holiday, to ITALY, plantdad Draco, with an intense skincare regimen, friends to lovers, frenemies Ginny and Draco, Luna/Ginny, silver trio friendship

Summary:

Draco is mortified when moments prior to departing for the most anticipated destination wedding of the year, he is cruelly dumped. But when he learns that Harry Potter has, at long last, split with his horrible boyfriend, Draco is certain his luck has changed. Never a man to squander an opportunity for revenge (and what would probably be a spectacular shag), Draco vows to make Potter his for the weekend.

Now all Draco has to do is convince him.

Notes: a gift for my beloved @fictional based on her top 5 favourite tropes: pining, jealousy, fake dating, only one bed, and some enthusiastic praise kink. And ain't that just the damnedest thing?? Those are my favourite tropes too! I went ahead and added some other things we both love: Fashion Draco, HBIC Pansy, and gratuitous depictions of Harry on a motorbike.

This sure was fun to write, so I hope it will be fun to read!

Thank you to my betas!!! @thebooktopus, @epitomereally, and @just-like-that-butmakeitgay

Read on AO3

[ao3feed-jaytim]

For Better or Worse Feels like Worse

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48935593 by BeautyInTheLibrary “I now pronounce you husband and husband.” Alfred said cheekily. “You may now kiss the groom.” “No.” The pair spoke in unison, their heads snapping to glare at Alfred who only chuckled. “That’s too bad.” Alfred pretended to lament, glancing between them with a knowing look that got each of them to look away from the man, not noticing the other doing the same. “I want a divorce.” Tim muttered. “If you were my husband, I’d poison your coffee.” Jason sneered at the comment. “If you were my husband,” Tim looked Jason dead in the eyes. “I’d drink it.” “It’s a good thing you’re going to marriage counseling, good heavens.” Alfred said with a shake of his head. Words: 1753, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Series: Part 12 of JayTim Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: The Animated Series, Red Robin (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Robin (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics), Red Hood: Lost Days, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne Additional Tags: prompt request, Gift Fic, Enemies to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, TimJay - Freeform, Getting Together, Humor, Romance, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Mutal Pining, but they are both idiots about it, Idiots in Love, Alfred knows everything read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48935593

[prokaryotics]

as you wish

chapter 1: the bride

pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Royalty!Reader

words: 4.3k+

warnings: No (Y/N) - The Princess Bride!AU - familial conflicts, slow-burn, eventual mutal pining and smut. 

a/n: repost: prequel to Hot Baths, Something Holy

“Father, you can’t be serious.”

You follow, forced to watch his back as he retreats down the polished hallway away from the outdoor plaza, heading towards the palace gates to deal with more official business in the Advisory Council. His footsteps, firm and purposeful in their stride, mark each burst of your frustrated thoughts as he continues to ignore your attempts at speaking to him and furthering this discussion; but for being in such a hurry after dropping a bomb like this, he either hadn’t anticipated your resistance and doesn’t know you as well as he should, he’s very bad at managing his time, or he just doesn’t want to hear it.

“I am.” He huffs, glancing over his shoulder at you. “And I will not hear another word of complaint about it. I swear it if I do, I will lock you away in your quarters until the threat is dealt with myself.”

For your benefit, he’s kept his explanation about this threat vague - disclosing only what he must without sacrificing the supposed severity of the situation. Anything else, however, he’s refusing to tell, even as you chase after him and beg to have your questions answered.

“But I am already followed by an entourage of people! People that you yourself have hired and trust. Every single one of my waking moments is surveilled by at least one of them. Why must you add one more?”

The only reason they aren’t with you now is because your father is in your presence. Once he leaves or manages to escape your questioning, they’ll arrive as if from out of nowhere.

“Why must you be such a difficult child? Is it so horrible that I wish you protected?”

“Smothered. I am smothered. I’d honestly prefer to be locked away if it meant for at least a second I’d get some time to myself.”

The gates are coming into view and the guards situated at them stand at attention - stiff backed and staring straight ahead, dressed like red cockroaches with their blasters at their hips and their hands at their sides. Then the gates start to open, slowly and outwards, and you’ve never understood why such reverence is extended to him when he isn’t royalty - just tightly connected to the monarch as her minister of finance; replaceable, unworthy. He might as well be a kriffing court jester. At least then he’d be more entertaining that way.

“Maker, forbid - you will lose that attitude at once. When the time comes, you must not embarrass me in front of this man or I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Lock me away? You’ve already made that threat-”

The minister pauses and looks up as if thinking. “No.”

His answer is surprising. You stop too and suddenly realize just how serious he’s gotten.

“No,” He repeats. “I will send you to live with your aunt and uncle on their farm. Yes, I think that’s what I’ll do.”

You balk immediately.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would, and I shall. You’ll be safe there, away from the political upheaval and out of reach of my rivals.”

“Father, please. My life is here. My friends are here. I haven’t been on that forsaken sithspit planet since I was a child. They don’t know me.”

“Then you better get acquainted with your newest friend because he will be joining you to ensure that you remain there and protected.”

“And if he disagrees? Then what?”

“I am paying him enough that he won’t. You know, I expect much more from you than this childish display. It’s your mother’s fault for coddling you that you’ve turned out this way - spoiled and unappreciative. You have no idea the lengths I’ve gone to keep you well educated and clothed and safe and the sacrifices I’ve had to make to get here. I will not hear another utterance of complaint or so help me I will come up with something much worse than sand and banthas. Do you understand me?”

Stunned into silence, you try very hard to keep the sting of his words from appearing on your face or in your voice - positive that you’re unsuccessful anyway with the way your face burns and the ball in your throat tightens. “Yes, father. I understand.”

He softens slightly. “Good. Now go inside and get ready for dinner. My guest will be joining us then. We will discuss the issue of your transport and protection afterwards.”

Your father takes a step forward, then kisses your forehead. As still as you can manage, you don’t so much as look at him as he continues. “I love you. Please, do not hate me. You’re my only daughter. My only child. I cannot allow something to happen to you when it can be prevented.”

“You’re going to be late.”

“Right.” He backs up and studies you, then looks more irritated than before. “Make sure to wear something more presentable. You’ve got a chocolate stain on your robes.”

“Yes, father.”

-

Abigail, your handmaiden, knocks softly on the door to your room where you’ve escaped, then a few moments after it opens to reveal that she’s holding a few pieces of jewelry to put in your hair and one of your mother’s necklaces; a small, iridescent pearl on a thin light gold chain purchased years ago from a shellwork jeweler just before you were born. You look at her at the sound of her entrance from where you’re seated at the vanity, having been studying the spot on your tunic, then sigh and turn away.

“I’m here to prepare you for dinner, my lady.” She starts to explain, softly closing the door shut behind her. “Your father requested that you wear the purple gown with this pendant. The one that-”

“The one that itches. Of course he did.”

You’re sure he’s done this on purpose, likely because it will force you to sit upright so that the fabric doesn’t irritate your skin and make you squirm, as well as ensuring that you don’t slouch at the table; but, and this is what you believe to be his actual reason, to also ensure that you’re miserable.

“The one that flatters you. But yes. Perhaps there is another more suitable?” Abbi sets the things in her hands down on your dresser and heads towards your closet, skimming through the long gowns folded neatly inside. She pauses at one of them. “This may work. Although I’m not sure it would be wise to displease him tonight.”

The handmaiden comes away with a light blue satin dress you wore when your father was sworn in as Minister. His inauguration had been a big event, filled with people so important that their prominence had made them nearly obsolete. The quiet hands working diligently at the top - somehow both nameless and salient. In the moment, you lived off the attention. You enjoy the benefits of this life, but the consequences have made you sour; annoyed and angry.

“It’s not wise to displease him at all.” You answer, leaning back in your chair. “Maker, I could be away and married and he’d still find a way to control me, given he hasn’t chosen my suitor already.”

“If it’s any consolation, my lady. If he had, I’d know.” Abigail volleys back with a grin and you can’t help the way you smile back because it’s true, but it doesn’t last very long, and you look away again at the thought of this command he has over you never ending.

Abigail’s been your only friend, the only one you can rely on and fully trust, that is - and perhaps that’s because she’s supposed to take care of you, but the circumstances of it doesn’t matter. You’re fond of her, and you know that you can have expectations that she won’t fail to meet because she’s always been there. She’s never made you feel small, or stupid, or like you don’t belong to yourself, so of course she notices that something has changed, and places the dress on your bed before heading over to you with an expression full of concern. “Are you alright, my lady?”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look it. Has something happened?”

“Abigail, I’m fine. I only wish you’d stop asking.”

She frowns, but must accept that you want the subject dropped given the way she nods and reaches for the necklace, gently clasping it together around your throat. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to press. I don’t like seeing you so upset.”

“It’s okay, I just - my father.” You fiddle with the pendant, twisting it between your fingers.

“Ah. Yes, we were briefed on his plans for you, my lady.”

“And?”

“And I should not speak out of term, but we are all sorry to have you leave us, and I do not believe this will be the best decision for you. We enjoy your company. You’d be better off remaining here.”

They’d be some of the only ones to think that, you realize.

“The way he makes it seem, I’m a menace to be around and more trouble than I’m worth. I know I can be a lot, but it isn’t easy having my every movement monitored. I hope that I haven’t been too much for you.”

“Not at all, your ladyship. Although you can test our patience, I’m sure I can speak for many of us when I say we prefer the excitement you bring to sitting around and watching you read.”

“Thank you, Abigail.”

She gently squeezes your shoulders and smiles at you through the mirror. “Of course. Promise to do your best to behave and stay out of danger. If not for your own safety, but for my well-being.”

“You know I can’t promise anything.” You reflect her expression, placing your hands over her own. “But I suppose I can try.”

“Thank you. That’s all I ask. Besides, I think you’ll want to make a good impression. I hear tell that the guest your father has invited has quite the reputation. And…that he’s not bad to look at, either.”

You roll your eyes, swiveling around to face her. “Who did you hear that from? The reputation part I believe, but anyone who’s associated with my father is either so old it should be concerning how they’re still alive or made ugly by their greed.”

“I wouldn’t dismiss him so quickly. Especially since you’ll be living with him for an unspecified amount of time.”

“All the more reason.”

“Is your plan to shut yourself up for the duration of your stay on Tatooine? You’ll be incredibly bored.”

“I’d rather be bored than have to deal with another one of his would be spies. I can’t so much as swallow my spit without it being recounted to him that I nearly choked on it. If I do and say nothing, there’s nothing for him to use against me.”

If this man is attractive, you’d hardly care. He’s still someone hired by your father to ruin your life. Handsome or not, that alone is ample enough reason to be cautious.

“You know that you’re safe with me, my lady. You don’t have to be defensive. I’m only trying to make you realize that there’s always a different course, one that doesn’t involve making yourself miserable.”

She’s right and you dislike it incredibly. Admitting that some of your anguish is partly due to your own actions isn’t something you’ll easily or readily concede to yourself or someone else. It would be much simpler to blame your father for every injustice you’ve been faced with, but that wouldn’t be accurate, or healthy to believe. Still, knowing these things and allowing them to be known are two different things.

“…I’ll wear the dress.”

“Good. Let me help you.”

Abbi assists you with your frocks; ties your robes together, ensures that it’s not too uncomfortable and that the parts that itch the most are atop a barrier of soft fabric. When she’s finished, she takes a small step back. You look at yourself in the mirror and smooth your hands down the front of your dress.

“I’m going to miss you, Abigail.”

“I’m going to miss you too. While you’re down there, flirt with this mysterious man for me, will you? I’ve always been a sucker for the brooding, silent types.”

“Sure. Just as long as you enjoy the peace and quiet for me.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal. Now get downstairs before our chattering makes you late.”

“Bye, Abbi. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck, my lady.”

-

It will disappoint her to find out you’ve decided to skip on dinner, but you’re sure Abigail will find it in her heart to forgive you. Sweet woman she is, she’d probably find some way to say it was for the better. The kitchen was serving that awful chowder anyway.

That’s what you’re consoling your guilt with, anyway. You hate disappointing her, but being honest with yourself is taking precedence over your desire to comply with her wishes for you. You wouldn’t survive dinner. That’s dramatic and untrue. You’d survive it, except you’d come away feeling more isolated than before, which as far as you’re concerned means that you hadn’t. You’re exhausted of it, of the way it makes you restless and irritated and sad all the time. And as you push through the garden to get to the back exit, you’re so focused on getting there and escaping these feelings that you don’t notice the figure around the corner until it’s too late -

You don’t run into him.

You don’t even catch a glimpse.

Because if you had you wouldn’t have made such a reckless and stupid decision as scaling a fence.

It is a lot harder to climb than you remember. A lot higher, too. The thick vines that cover it front and back are something of a comfort in that they, in a sort of placebo effect, have you believing that their presence is helping you in your ascent, but they’re not. Each foothold you manage to obtain means a bundle of stems to get your ankle stuck in and some of them have thorns - pricking your fingers and scratching your arms.

Still, you persist. Half way up and you’re feeling proud of yourself.

“Alright, I can totally do this. I am doing this. I’ll get over the fence, then I won’t have to see my nerf-herding father again.”

Another foothold. You push yourself up.

“Him and this stupid plan. It’s not like I should have any say in this, right? It’s not like I’m the one who should decide. Also, why should he have picked my bodyguard? I’d bet the man is some overblown, slimy, fuzzball, buckethead-“

The sheer outer layer of your gown gets caught and uneasily jostles your balance when you go to ascend further only to realize that you can’t.

Groaning, you look and find that it’s impossibly stuck - if you want to continue up or down, you’ll have to tear it. “Stars, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Reaching down, the dress refuses to give even as you start to tug harder. You can hear it rip little by little, but the material is expensive, meant to resist something like this from happening, so it fights back with just as much vehemence as you’re combating it with until you’re so frustrated that you reach for it with your other hand, recognizing that you shouldn’t have let go only fast enough for your fingertips to skim the leaves.

What breaks your fall isn’t the ground like you anticipated it to be, or even the hedges directly beneath the gate.

It’s a body. A pair of arms and a chest, to be more precise. And for a second all you can focus on is that you’re not dead and that your mother is going to kill you for this; the pathetic purple see-through cloth billowing in the wind where it isn’t attached to thorns.

For a moment, nothing happens. You stare up into the sky, dark and peppered with stars, fluffy clouds surrounding the bright moon, too shocked to do much more than breathe. Then.

“Put me down right this second! Who do you think you are? What are you doing in the palace-“

The stranger complies, setting you to your feet. Having already been squirming, you’re flying away from him as soon as you touch the ground, desperate to maintain a distance between you and this trespasser.

“I am the overblown, slimy, fuzzball, buckethead that just saved your life, Princess. Unless it had been your intention to fall and tear your dress. If so, my apologies.”

“Guards! Guards! There’s an-“

“You’re wasting your breath. I’m not an intruder.”

“Why should I believe you? Guards!”

“Call your guards. Might I suggest having an excuse ready for why you’re here and not in the dining hall.”

You close your mouth and stare at him closely.

“Relax. Let’s have a chat.”

“I know why I’m here. Now explain why you are.”

“Dinner with Minister of Finance Luca, your father.”

Oh, Maker this is just your luck.

“You.” Pointing a finger at him, your ire at this whole situation renews itself. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Or with anyone, for that matter.”

“I don’t believe that’s your decision.”

“I don’t care what you do or do not believe-“

“It’s not mine, either.”

You stop talking, perplexed and annoyed by what he could mean by that; irritated that it’s both true and untrue.

Boba approaches. And instead of backing up like you’d like, you remain cemented in your spot, watching.

Slowly, gingerly, he picks a leaflet from your hair.

“Clean yourself up. I’ll occupy the Minister long enough for you to make yourself presentable.”

“…Thank you.”

Neither of you step away.

He makes the first move yours by staying where he is - directly in front of you, motionless, and normally you’d be stubborn enough to wait for the other person to break, but with the clock ticking you’re forced to side step and glance at him quickly, wondering what exactly you’ve found yourself in before scurrying off in the direction of the main house - incredibly aware of his gaze on your back.

-

“Ah! There you are. And…appropriately garmented.” The pitch in your father’s voice is so artificial and forced that you stifle the urge to laugh in his face, which is easy given you’re aware your appearance isn’t entirely up to his satisfaction despite what he says. “Good. Come meet your bodyguard. He will be companioning you on your journey to Tatooine, as well as remaining on your uncle’s property until you can safely return.”

He guides you over to Boba. You discover another leaf in your hair and get rid of it quickly.

“Mr. Fett, my daughter.”

You make eye contact with him and bow, a custom you’ve always hated, at your father’s introduction.

Boba’s ability to keep his face both impassive and filled with mirth is impressive. “Yes, we’ve met.”

The elder man stiffens. “Oh? How’s that?”

“In the garden.”

“Oh.” He quickly fixes his expression, but you caught the flash of disagreement in his face regardless - replaced by something more placating and neutral. You’d kill Fett with your bare hands in this moment.

“Your father has told me much about you. It is good to put a face to the name. For the second time.”

Bristled, you answer. “Not too much, I hope.”

“Only positive things.”

That’s curious. His motives surely didn’t lie in your benefit and remained strictly within the bounds of his own self interest. Your mother would pitch a fit if he was forced to send you away with someone less qualified than the best, so to avoid having to listen to his wife’s ire lest have to keep you at home, he probably spent the better part of however long they discussed you polishing away your flaws like a scratched piece of silverware in an attempt to cover them up. How thoughtful of him and how eager you are to subvert them.

“That sounds very unlike you, father. You must forgive him for lying, Mr. Fett. He is inclined to embellish the truth in the Galactic Senate, but I’m afraid it’s beginning to spread into his personal affairs. If you pressed him, I’m sure he’d confess I’m the most impossible woman he knows.”

“I like the exciting ones-“

Noticing that the conversation is getting away from him, the Minister quickly interrupts.

“That’s enough. Let’s sit.”

“I have sent word to your aunt and uncle that you’ll be arriving sometime tomorrow. Your things are being packed as we speak. Fett here will escort you to the spaceport and see that you arrive. Do not try anything. Maker knows I’m paying him enough already - I shouldn’t have to compensate for any damages you might inflict on your journey.”

“I should apologize to you in advance that I cannot predict my behavior on a trip that has not happened yet. If it’s that much of a financial burden on you, perhaps you shouldn’t send me away at all and shut me inside as we previously discussed.”

Your mother says your name, stern but not ungentle. You look at her in disbelief.

“I will do what I must to not have you killed! End of discussion. Please forgive my daughter for her outburst. She clearly hasn’t learned to hold her tongue.”

“It is good to know what I’m up against.”

Your father hums. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

-

Theed Spaceport is situated on the outskirts of the capital city - about forty kilometers from the Great Grass Plains, flanked by two massive waterfalls attached to the Solleu River. You’ve been here maybe once or twice in all your life to greet family members or other important members of Naboo’s government. You were only a small child, filled with the same frustration as you are now, but it was much easier to explain away your anger then, than it is to currently as an adult. You enjoy all the amenities of such a luxurious life, yet hate it all the same. For as long as you could remember, you’ve longed for something normal. No tutors. No servants. No one to follow you around, remarking on your every move. In passing, you’ve envied the citizens you’d see in the streets or visiting the Royal House - they always looked happy, content. You’d imagine you were able to taste their freedoms, watching them.

But then you’d be reminded that you, theoretically, have everything you could ever want. And be ushered away.

“It’s so busy. I don’t know how anyone knows where they’re going.”

“We are at a spaceport. Spaceports are busy.”

“It’s overwhelming, is all. I’ve spent most of life carefully guarded. Crowds are…they seem unpleasant.” Scary is the better word, but you aren’t about to give him further ammunition to make fun of you with; it’s enough that he believes you to be a spoiled palace brat. No need to add sheltered and ignorant to the working title.

“I am not fond of them myself, but they can be useful. Don’t worry, my lady. I will ensure that you do not get lost.”

“I suppose you should, given that you’re being paid for it. Can’t believe he thinks he can just do this to me. Stupid, nerd-herding man. You know, I’d be better equipped to face the world if he actually gave me the tools to do so instead of locking me away or sending me off to planets with nothing more than banthas.”

“If it’s any consolation, Princess, I make better company than banthas.”

“I’m not a princess. And I’d appreciate it if you did not address me as such.”

“As you wish.”

Boba guides you to the gate and remains behind you as you step onto the platform. An attendant offers to take your bag, but she’s intercepted by Boba - who tells her that he can handle it himself. Her polite smile wavers, and for a moment you think she might insist before she simply nods and offers the same to another passenger.

“Why couldn’t she help us? Now we’ll be stuck with our luggage.”

“If I explain everything I do while in your service, I’ll spend most of my time talking rather than doing my job.”

“But we’ll be cramped in our compartment.”

“Such is life.”

Your father couldn’t have chosen anyone better suited? Perhaps Boba’s sarcasm would be bearable if he weren’t so serious all the time. It’s a relief he takes his job seriously, so perhaps better suited isn’t exactly part of the mental check-list you’ve started in your head, assessing all the characteristics you wish this man had that would make this even a modicum more enjoyable. Funny is one of them. Less handsome, surprisingly, is one too because on top of being intimidated by his stoicness, you’re daunted by how true the rumors had been. If only Abigail were here to see you now. She’d be desperately whisper-shouting ‘I told you so!’ from over the mercenary’s shoulder.

“Such is life.” You repeat. “Such is this could have been avoided if you just let the lady take our things.”

“Princess, I know you have a brain underneath all that pretty hair. Use it.”

“Mr. Fett, if your aim is to insult me I’ve been told much worse by people far more important.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not being paid to insult you. If you’re going to ask questions, I want you to work through them first before wasting your breath and my time.”

The compartment is as small as you pictured, with a row of seats on either side and a large viewport directly in front of the entrance. With all your belongings, you’ll be pressed for space, begrudgingly forcing you to take up a spot next to him.

“I still don’t see how she was a threat.”

“Maybe she wasn’t.”

“Maker, what? Fett-“

He gently pushes past you and sets your things down.

“But perhaps she could have been. You have a target on your back. Blindly interacting with strangers because it’s convenient could mean the end of your life.”

You’d like, so much, for him to shut up.

“Precautions, Princess.” Boba settles into the small corner made between the seat and the side of the cruiser, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. “Get comfortable. We’ll be here for awhile.”

[yoichichi]

Power Couple Playlist

for my love @ikigaitooru , please enjoy Shawty :)

warning: slight timeskip!oikawa spoilers

Relationship Head cannons 

I am not joking when I tell you you guys would be the definition of a power couple, like the kind where when people see you together they definitely get a little nervous assjjjdjsakaka

The team adoressss you too, like you are constantly clowning Oikawa and he’ll just be there like 🧍‍♂️ while the rest of the team loses their minds

Don’t let him fool you though! Oikawa clowns you just as much as you clown him definition of a petty queen

But also let literally anybody else say something to either of you, y’all just go innn on them (unless it’s Iwaizumi of course)

But as much as you two bully each other, you guys are infatuated with each other like you guys got each other on the brain constantly

IMO you guys definitely started off as flirty bullies, to flirty jackass friends to lovers 😶 (I’ll go more into detail with the playlist ;))

Your relationship definitely gives off summer fling type vibes but it just ,,, never ends lmaoo

You guys are LITERALLY the king and queen of the zodiacs and I feel like Oikawa would bring it up constantly “who cares babe we rule the world, let’s do what we want 😩” headass you cannot tell me he wouldn’t say this shit slightly unironically

Stares at you any chance he can get, he loves it when you’re hanging out with someone and you’re doing most of the talking so he can just watch you (will get embarrassed and sheepish if you notice though)

His favorite is when you’re smiling or laughing really hard and then look at him to talk or wait for his response shit gives him butterflies every time

Totally the type to wipe your face with a napkin if you guys are out and you got something on it and then just smile at you like 😊 got it

OKok i dont know much about smoking but he’d DEFINITELY be the giggly type probably horny too but you didn’t hear that from me

Boasts about you literally all the time whenever he gets the chance pls, whenever he gets interviewed at his games in Argentina he relentlessly finds ways to bring you up

Definitely let’s you do his makeup, no questions asked

Sometimes you’re aggressive and chaotic and it scares but also excites him in the best way

OKOK Playlist time!!

(the title is a joke pls don’t come for me asjfkdllsjs)

I kind of made this playlist as a soundtrack to your guys’ relationship and did my best to have it align with your music taste even though I feel like I did horrible job of that 

I really hope you enjoy it and if you need me to change anything please tell me!!

1. Song for Me - Greer: Ok here we go, friends to lovers gang!! Y’all definitely trying to deny it, but you’re catching stupid feeligs stupid fast. He can really talk to you about these big dreams and you just listen and talk with him so intently that it makes him feel something he can’t explain at first it’s called romantic feelings dumby. And hearing him talk about his dreams with you and just really want to talk with you really makes you so happy; and you can’t help but imagine getting to be by his side with him while he does this and- hold on, did you really just think that? Yeah cue 2:37 of the song 

2. This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory: Yeah, so you guys mutally realize that you like each other and do NOT know what to do. You guys kind of start to dance around it and aren’t sure what signs are real or made up lmaooo. You’re both so playfully flirty it’s like 😏 ahahahah.. 👀👀 bimboz anywayyy cue the side glances from Oikawa and his relentless staring as he slowly falls more and more for you

3. Heavenly - Cigarettes After Sex: UGH DID SOMEONE SAY MUTUAL PINING, pls I feel like this would go on for a fair bit with Oikawa, he’s so dramatic. This song is just the definition of you two just wanting each other. And the fact he’s so nervous to screw it up with you just makes him more nervous cause he’s like oh shit, I really like her. Iwaizumi talks it through with him though knocks some sense into him “If she’s so great why wait until someone else recognizes that and want’s her all to themselves? As a matter of fact I’m sure-” “IWA PLEASE I GET IT” literally runs to your house out of breath after practice to confess to you assjfjdkkd

4. Violet - Hippo Campus: Ok so you guys are definitely together now, and this song just reminds Oikawa of you so hard. It played on his way home from your first date and now he just completely associates with you. Sometimes if he’s feeling extra nervous before a game he’ll listen to it and immediately feel better, it’s like your theme song for you in his mind right now, not that he would tell you that. Whenever he see’s you in the stands at his games this song is like a backtrack in his mind and it just gets him so extra pumped them serves are definitely extra terrifying

5. Michelle - Sir Chloe: Ok we’re gonna get a teensy bit angsty in here 😶 this song is definitely about Oikawa. He’s just so perfect and you hate it, you can’t help but start to love him and it’s so frustrating? He’s just gonna ruin you and you know it. You wanna try to fight falling in love with him so bad but you know there’s just no way that’s gonna happen. It’s like, who are you to be falling for him? It’s intimidating to fall in love with someone you can’t help but see as literally so perfect, knowing practically everyone wants him. He would obliterate you if he heard you think this way but who has to know

6. Sweet - Cigarettes After Sex: This is it, this is the song Oikawa realizes he’s in love with you to. Not just loves you but like in love with you. It starts playing in his headphones while he’s on a run and it makes his heart stop. He just can’t stop thinking of you alongside every lyric (1:45-1:53? Oh yeah) and it makes him so soft; while also scaring the absolute shit out of him. He’s just so in love with you.

7. I Love You - The Post Nobles: OK IM SORRY A LITTLE WITTLE BIT OF ANGST! I do see falling in love scary period, and I do feel like it would kind of scare Oikawa for a second, like he’d really have to sit with his thoughts for a second and be like?? I love this girl? Oh god what if I mess it up? What if I lose her? What would I do? What if she doesn’t love me back? It would just be so much easier if I didn’t love her. So this song is more to himself like, fr my guy?? You love this chick? Wanna take it back? Nope. He can’t believe it but he’s in love with you and has no choice about it, it’s scary but he would let you ruin his life and he ultimately wouldn’t want it any other way. 

8. Pretty Boy - The Neighbourhood: I mean c’mon, this SCREAMS falling for Oikawa vibes. But it’s kind of like your song to each other like fuck it, we’re in love and we can’t do a damn thing about it. ~acceptance

9. Hot Faced - Margaux: I don’t know how to explain it but this is definitely you and Oikawa?? (”King” C’mon now 🙄) I have a feeling people are easily intimidated by you (you look like someone I’d be scared to talk to you) and Oikawa is so charming and inviting, like everyone loves him. So I’m sure there’s people who are like 🧍‍♀️ she’s intense, how’d he just get her like that? And she got him? Power Couple

10. Driving - Donna Missal: Honestly, this is totally just a ~vibe time song for the two of you :)

11. Burning Pile - Mother Mother: Ok TELL me you two wouldn’t blast this song, singing your lungs out together when someone’s had a bad day or is particularly stressed out? Definitely becomes somewhat of a ritual between you two 🖤 you guys are so cute I love you

12. Sunrise - Kevitch: This song is just the definition of your guy’s infatuation and love for each other. People are definitely jealous of you two cause it’s just so obvious on your faces you love each other. 

13. The Girl - City and Colour: Don’t hate me - slight Oikawa angst 🧍‍♀️ It’s Oikawa, he’s angsty. I strongly HC he’ll just never feel quite good enough for his s/o. He just feels like he’s dragging you around so he can chase his dreams and he hates how selfish he feels for doing that to you, but he just couldn’t imagine loving anyone but you. He has these big dreams of becoming a professional volleyball player, and even when he makes it to Argentina with you he feels like he constantly needs to do better for you and just loves you so much it hurts, and he just hopes that that’s enough for you :( 

14.  Cover Me in Roses - Holden Laurence: Intimate much?? Oikawa would most definitely make you slow dance to this song with him. It plays in his head if he wakes up before you, or if you fall asleep before him, all while he just can’t help but look at you and feel so so soft while he caresses your face and just thinks: this is it, this is all I need to make it through anything.

15. I Wanna go to the Beach - Algernon Cadwallader: Did someone say laughing and dancing in the hot night air or Argentina in nothing but your underwear inside your house with all the windows open? Cause that’s what I heard.

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OKOK THAT’S IT BABES, I really hope you liked it, pls tell me if you’d like any changes.

And if anyone else see’s this I’d be more than happy to do this for you, too! Just send an ask with your music taste, tell me about yourself (a fair amount pls lmaooo) and whether or not you want someone or want me to pair you up! (haikyuu only please!)

[emiefaunwrites]

Leon & Chihiro Friendship Hcs?

Hey anon!

Sure happy to oblige! Nice to get a bit of variety in characters. Just as a heads up, I'm going to use He/Him pronouns for Chihiro (once he tells people his secret). That's how I personally see this character. But that isn't to invalidate anyone else's HCs about them.

Also have never known who I pair Chi with (since I don't personally enjoy Chimondo). But I stumbled across one recently and I'm like...yes. Yes I like. So that's included here too.

So yeah. With that I hope you enjoy!

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• Chi isn't immediately someone that Leon is drawn to.

• She's quiet, shy and nervous. And that's too close to the way he himself used to be in school.

• So he avoids the programmer until he's pulled into a friend group with Mondo.

• And they become quick friends.

• Once Chi reveals that they aren't a SHE but a HE, Leon is super supportive.

• He accompanies him and Mondo on their training regimes quite often - Mondo sometimes forgetting that Chi isn't the same bodyshape as him and sort of overdoing it - and that's where Leon steps in to mediate.

• And they have the same interest in video games too.

• Apart from Taka, no one knows that Leon is a JRPG fan (since he hides those games under his bed with COD and Halo etc on view to anyone who asks).

• Leon even gets to borrow the super rare games that Chi has collected for years - offering hin to borrow games from his own collection which is tiny in comparison.

• Chi is actually the first person to notice that Leon is crushing on their mutal friend.

• He quite often catches the redhead staring at the back of Taka's head in class with a dopey smile on his face.

• But, unlike Mondo, Chi is eager to get them together and tries to subtley make it happen.

• He knows that Leon is listening to their conversation at Valentines Day.

• He knows Leon's hanging outside the classroom when Taka's complaining about Leon's weird behaviour.

• He always makes sure that the only space left for Taka to sit in is next to Leon at film night.

• Chi is the wingman that Mondo never was - but the silent ninja kind.

• And once Leon figures it out, he is adamant to help Chi with his own romantic interests.

• That being a certain video gaming upperclassman...

• And unlike Chi, he isn't super subtle - asking Chiaki all these weird questions about men and interests.

• Right in front of Chi. Who is MORTIFIED.

• He knows his friend is doing his best but OH GOD STOP LEON!

• And eventually Leon gets bored of this whole pining thing and bluntly asks:

• 'So Chihiro's a hot dude, right Chiaki? You'd date him, right?'

• NO NO NO NO LEON WHY NO...

• 'Yes.'

• ASDFGHJKL Chi.exe has stopped working. And Leon has this shit eating grin on his face.

• Chi doesn't fancy Leon in the slightest (not because he's a guy - he's not bothered by gender at all) but my GOD he could kiss Leon right about now!

• 'My work here is done, my dude. Have a nice date!'

• And off he swans, leaving two red-faced, nervous nerds sat in the canteen who are now supposedly going to arrange a real date.

• Yeah. Leon and Chi are really good friends by the time they leave Hope's Peak.

• And it's Chi (not Hiro) that Leon asks to be his best man at his wedding.

[ladybugsfanfics]

A Cacoethes For Doing Stupid Things | Steve Rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Style: One Shot

WC: 4.1k+

Warnings: mutal pining, some angst, dumbasses, maybe some swear words

Summary: This is for @buckysknifecollection​‘s writing challenge, which is due today so I’m right on time, huh? My prompt was “That’s not a real word.” and it will be bolded in the story. 

A/N: i know im not too active currently and im kinda sorry, but ive been sick for the last week and im tired and struggling to write, but im doing my best and hopefully i have more coming soon! Thanks for sticking with me anyways ^_^

“It’s easy.” Sharon stands at the head of the table, blocking the previous shown pictures of the male the team’s supposed to gather information on. “Well, except the getting into the location part.”

Natasha reads through the guest list for the event; a gala on New Year’s Eve in Paris. Her gaze flickers up from the papers to you for the split second of a moment, then they go back down into the paper. And then she does it again, but instead of going back to the paper, they land on Sharon. “I have an idea.” 

“Shoot.” 

“Steve is on the guest list.” She turns the paper around and slides it across the table towards you. “Someone could be his plus one.”

You shake your head. “He’s retired. Why would he agree to be a part of a mission?” 

“He won’t be part of it,” replies Nat, “he’ll just be the gateway inside.”

“For one person. What about the rest of us?” You cock a brow. 

Nat smiles, or rather smirks. “You’re the one going in. And if you do your little tech thing and hitch yourself up to his phone, we’ll get more information than we could ask for.”

You don’t hide the sigh that travels through your body. “Why me?” 

Sharon and Nat share a look you don’t like. And you know their next words before they leave Sharon’s mouth. “You got a little history. The world already knows, plus, the world doesn’t know you’re a SHIELD agent, they know Natasha is.”

“Dammit,” you whisper under your breath. “Have you asked Steve? I’m not doing that part.” 

“Considering we just thought of it, no, but don’t worry. He’ll say yes.” Nat winks your way as she stands and walks out of the room, phone already in hand and pressed to her ear before she’s out the door. 

You let out another sigh, give Sharon your patented displeased look, and follow Nat out of the briefing room. Steve saying yes wasn’t exactly the part of the plan you were worried about. 

---

“The plan is simple. You go to Paris, act like a couple, get into the gala, find the target, plant the device on his phone, have a good time, act like a couple, mission done.”

Sharon’s words haunt you during the car ride to the airport. There is just something so annoying about having to spend this much time with the person you thought was the love of your life but then went on and broke your heart instead (and then tried to get it back but you weren’t having it). 

Because of Steve’s retirement, you have to take a commercial flight to Paris. He’d also booked a room for three nights; the night you get there, the night before the gala, and the night of the gala. 

And the best part is that you have to spend all three nights with him there to keep up the appearance and not alert that this is a mission. That’s not the easiest thing when you haven’t talked to someone for well over half a year. 

Bucky helps get your luggage out of the car (a suitcase each), and he gives Steve a hug and a pat on the back before he moves to you. He pulls you in for an embrace and you relax into his touch. “Give him hell,” he whispers. 

You scoff. “Kidnap me instead.” 

“Sorry, no can do.” Bucky pulls out of the hug and you shake your head in disappointment. “Don’t do anything stupid. Either of you.” 

Steve nods and you try for a smile. “We won’t,” says Steve. The two of you watch as Bucky drives away, and then you head inside. 

Neither of you say anything during the check-in, nor anything during the security control. First as you’re waiting by the gate, and the silence settles as awkward because (despite you pulling out a book) neither of you have anything to do or occupy yourself with, does Steve say something. 

“I’m sorry you have to come along like this.”

“I’m sorry you didn’t think about asking Tony for a private jet, but I’m also a tiny bit happy about it because that means less emissions.” You shake your head and try to read the words on the page in front of you. It doesn’t work. They swirl around like a bowl of alphabet soup, but you’re not gonna show that because you really don’t want to talk to Steve unless you have to. 

Thankfully Steve doesn’t push it, and it’s not long before they announce that boarding can start. You both get up, grabbing your carry-ons and walking to the line already made up. It’s now the problem really starts; now you can’t even have a book as an excuse not to talk to him. 

Act like a couple .

God, Sharon’s voice is a pain in the ass. You’re supposed to make the appearance that you’re a couple, but you can’t even have a normal conversation. You’re also standing with too much space for that to seem true. 

Your heart hammers inside your chest, but you still make the move to grab Steve’s hand and intertwining your fingers. He looks down at you, wide-eyed, but in a moment, he’s trying to suppress a smile. You can see the contours of it on his face, and you wish you could wipe it off. 

You also wish you didn’t enjoy it so much yourself. 

But you get to let go as you get onto the plane, and you don’t make a move to hold it again on the move there and to your seats. You do slightly enjoy how Steve’s shoulder touches yours as you sit, the space not big enough for your comfort zone but perfect for accidental touching. 

(Honestly, Steve, you’re rich. Why didn’t you get first class on a six hour flight? Like, come on!)

“Do you need more space?” he asks, though, as you settle in and practically press yourself to the window. 

You shake your head. “Gonna sleep anyways, so I’m good.” 

“Sleep? Won’t you struggle sleeping tonight? You’ll sleep through the day.” He cocks a brow. 

“Relax, old man. I like sleeping, I don’t get a lot of it, watch me make the best of it. I slept like two hours tonight so sleeping now shouldn’t say anything.” You roll your eyes at him and use the scarf that was around your neck as a blanket. The wall is hard, but better than nothing as a pillow. (If you know yourself right―and you do―you’ll end up using Steve as a pillow anyways. Hopefully, that’s not the better part of the flight.)

---

“Hey, sweetheart, we’ve landed.” Steve’s voice is barely audible. He nudges you slightly, and you blink yourself awake. It takes about two seconds to realise you used Steve as a pillow, and you’d thought it’d be his shoulder, but, no, your head is in his lap. 

And that’s all it takes for you to shoot up. That’s all it takes for you to become wide awake. (The sweetheart part did also do something, because that’s what really had your heart beating so fast, but you don’t want to acknowledge that.)

You busy yourself with taking off your seatbelt and grabbing your backpack (the carry-on). In your head, you’re trying to figure out how you could end up in his lap. There’s an armrest between the seats, and you didn’t pull it up, meaning Steve did. 

Think about something else, god, please think about something else . 

You will yourself to divert your attention over to what you dreamt about instead. But it was short lived and nothing exciting, so you’re quickly lost back to your mind running around about Steve. 

Who’s the one to grab your suitcases off the baggage claim (and help some other girl that struggled with hers―and yes, your gut felt stabbed and your heart ached when she tiptoed to kiss his cheek to thank him for his help). 

However, you’re not really one to say anything about… that, so when he comes back, you keep your mouth shut and take the suitcase he offers you. In your free hand, you go back to intertwining your hand in his. Act like a couple . If it didn’t feel like you burned your hand off at Steve’s touch it would be easier, but alas, his touch is scorching. 

And you enjoy it all too much. In fact, you’ve missed it. 

It’s all you can think about when you let go of his hand to get a cab into the city, and it’s all you can think about as the silence settles over the cab ride. You barely listen as Steve checks into the hotel, and you only gain back your consciousness when his hand grazes yours (bringing back the scorching heat) as he gives you your own key to the room. 

You’re brought back to a deep crushing reality you hadn’t expected when you unlock the door to your room and walk inside. 

It’s rather big; a desk by the floor-to-ceiling window, a chair below it and an armchair in the corner with a lamp (nice reading spot). The door to the bathroom opens into a rather big one with both a tub and a shower, and there’s a little wardrobe in the entry-way with a safe. 

The thing that has your heart hammering in your chest and the feeling of impending sweat making its way down your back, is the fact that there’s only one bed. It’s big, or more than big enough for two people, but you know that―no matter what kind of wall you build between you two―you’ll end up sleeping pretty close to Steve. You let out a sigh, and when you turn to Steve (who places his suitcase on the suitcase holder) he smiles apologetically at you. 

“I’m sorry, I… Didn’t think about the fact that there’s only one bed.” His hand goes up to scratch his neck. 

You shake your head. “Whatever. I’ll be building a wall, and I guess it would be a little weird with two beds seeing as the hotel workers are supposed to think we’re a couple too.” You’ll just have to make the best of it. 

“Okay then. You hungry? You didn’t eat anything on the plane and it’s already nine.” 

“Yeah, food sounds good.” Even though the last thing you want is to go out and eat; you’ll have to act like a couple, which means touching him. You don’t think you can survive the beating of your heart and the way your skin burns at his touch. 

But you can’t survive without food either. And it’s nice practice for what tomorrow brings. A day in Paris going sightseeing with Steve Rogers, and in public you have to play his girlfriend. 

Can this mission be over yet?

---

Sleep comes late. When you and Steve got back from eating, you were tired, yes (despite the long nap on the plane), but you couldn’t bear falling asleep in the same bed as Steve. The excuse to read some (and sit in that cozy chair with the lamp) comes so easy that even Steve doesn’t know how to reply. 

He shrugs and makes his way to the bathroom as you get out a book and sit down in the chair. 

It is as cozy as it looked, and you’re quick to kick off your shoes and tuck your legs underneath you. The book, on the other hand, is not that enticing. Instead your gaze goes to the view outside. 

Night lies over Paris, yet there’s a thousand lights in every direction. An orange hue comes off them, and a quiet, romantic feeling sets in you. It aches, knowing that it’s pretend. It aches knowing that you and Steve haven’t really talked. 

Even during dinner, it was rather quiet. Only a few words were exchanged. A few questions about the retired life, about how it is working for SHIELD. Nothing much. Nothing more than a few dozen stolen glances, from you at least. 

The handle of the bathroom rattles as the door opens. To make sure Steve doesn’t say anything about going to bed, you open the book and let your eyes run over the page. You hear him walk around, rummage through his suitcase a little, and then the bed creaks as he settles into it. 

You lift your eyes, stealing another glance at the man. Your heart leaps to your throat seeing that he’s sleeping in only boxers. He’s leaning against the headrest, cover only pulled up to his hips and you have to chide yourself for not looking away. 

If he catches you, you’re not sure whether you’ll live to go through with the mission. After all, the hardest part of it isn’t gathering intel and placing the device on the target’s phone. No, the hardest part is being so close to Steve Rogers and having your heart ache at the sight of him. 

“Are you gonna stay up long?”

At the sound of his voice, you lift your gaze fully to look at him. Your throat feels awfully dry, but you swallow and shake your head. “No, I don’t think so. Just like reading a bit before going to bed.” 

He nods. “Okay. Did you want to build a wall?” His voice is small, so gentle, and the ache in your heart grows bigger. 

“I don’t think we need it. Just keep to your side of the bed, okay?” You try for a small smile, and when he nods and gives one back, you relax slightly. 

The book is no easier to read now than when you were waiting to board the plane. It’s a lot harder, actually, and you don’t think Steve’s fallen asleep when you put it away and make it to the bathroom. You grab a big t-shirt that you usually sleep in and your toiletries on your way, and try to make as little sound as possible. 

Maybe you spend more time there than you need, but you need to psych yourself up. You’re not ready to be this close to Steve, not ready to maybe, possibly, have that talk. But eventually, you get out, turn off the lights and crawl into bed. 

Steve’s body heat comes off him, radiates to your side of the bed. It’s cold at first, but with the cover drawn and the closeness of Steve, it feels like you’re sweating. Your thoughts won’t die down. Your mind won’t rest. Even if your eyes feel heavy and you let them close. 

Sleep comes after what feels like an eternity. Only, sleep brings images you don’t want. Images of blood and fire, of hurt and screams echoing in the distance, of yelling and shouting, of orders not followed, of gunfire. It’s what every night has consisted of lately, what every night brings, and why you rarely sleep. 

As the gunfire comes to its highest, and the screams penetrate your mind, and the red color shades every scene that plays before you, something lulls at the edge of your mind. The images ceases, almost instantly, and a deep slumber finally consumes you. A dreamless sleep that’s the best you’ve had in a long time. 

---

Warm. 

That’s how you feel when you wake up. Not scorching, like when you touch Steve. But warm, a deep sense of warmth that seems to lull your mind and that carries with it something safe, something… something you can’t pinpoint. 

Your eyes open slowly. Opens enough to see the light cascading through the blinds. Opens enough to see the slight hint of skin of your own arm, and the hint of skin of someone else’s arm. It’s draped over your torso, and the head of whoever it belongs to is nuzzled into your neck as you can feel the breath fanning your back. The toned chest of the man behind you is easily felt as you stiffen. 

And you know instantly why you felt so safe. 

You try to wiggle out of Steve’s grip, but the sleeping man easily tightens it and drags you back into him. He mumbles something, but can’t make it out. You feel torn. Torn between lying there, so close to him that adrenaline rushes through your veins, and leaving, where the world feels much less safe, but your heart won’t threaten to leave your ribcage. 

There’s a million reasons why you shouldn’t indulge, why you shouldn’t let it continue. But there’s also the one reason why you want to lie there forever. 

You lift your left arm slightly, just to check the clock. Ten AM . That’s not bad. That means you got about seven hours of sleep. That’s more than three times your usual amount. And the reason behind it is the most annoying one there could ever be. 

“Steve,” you say. Your voice is gentle, trying to wake him slowly and to make sure that when he does, and he notices that you’re spooning, he won’t immediately freak out and retreat. 

But the man doesn’t respond to your voice, only nuzzles further into your hair. God, be strong . 

“Steve,” you repeat, voice louder and sterner, but with no more than what you deem necessary to actually wake him. 

“Huh?” you hear, which prompts a sigh of relief. The breath fanning your neck pulls away, and first when you hear a slight grunt does the arm around your torso retreat and the warmth of the man it belongs to leaves your back. 

You turn around to see him, perfect (or as perfect as you can) poker face coloring your face. He doesn’t need to know you enjoyed it, or that you needed it. However, the scared look on his face doesn’t help. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to…” 

You wave it away. “Don’t worry. It’s okay.” Even with the small smile you give him, the small reassurance that it is in fact okay (more than okay), Steve presses his lips together and looks so very apologetic. 

“Let’s just get up. Get some breakfast and start sightseeing?” 

That helps with the look on Steve’s face. He relaxes, but there’s still some lingering of sadness in his eyes and remorse coloring his features. He nods, shoots you another small apologetic look, and gets out of the bed. Immediately, he disappears into the bathroom. 

The day goes by faster than you expected. You see the Eiffel tower (annoy yourself by thinking how it’s supposed to be romantic―and you’re supposed to act like a couple―and how that’s not happening), you visit the Louvre, and you take a walk past the Notre Dame Cathedral, and (after a lot of begging from your side―and pulling some strings) you visit the catacombs. 

Because you keep having something to do, your mind doesn’t go to the place it has been the last twenty-four hours. You have to act like a couple (something that is currently not happening due to Steve’s guilt from this morning), and the thought was agonizing when Sharon first told you, but then you did it a little and the more you did the more you enjoyed it and the more it just became an excuse. 

Only, that excuse doesn’t help so much when Steve won’t even look at you without the look of a kicked puppy, only said puppy knows he was in the wrong. It’s excruciating. And all you want is to just thread your fingers through his and feel your mind slither away underneath his touch. 

Can’t always have what you want. 

---

“The plan is easy. We go in, we find the target, I chit-chat with him, some flirting, fish his phone from his pocket in a pretend fall and place the chip in it. Easy.” You recount the plan to Steve for the n th time. He’s annoyed, because you’re not letting go of the part about him not doing anything . 

He’s about to open his mouth again, but you shush him before he can. “No! You retired Steve, you withdrew from it. Tonight, you’re a tool that is going to act madly in love with me and not do anything else. You are, of course, welcome to save me from a bullet and die yourself.” A slight part of you wants to laugh. Even as you try to joke about it, you do want him to be madly in love with you. And, despite the bittersweet feelings about him (and the play of hate), you don’t actually want him to die. You don’t even want him to be hurt. 

But Steve just nods. That he’s okay with. The fact that he’s not supposed to help because, technically, he’s a civilian, that he doesn’t grasp. 

Doesn’t matter anyways because the car pulls up to the place of the event. You sigh before letting Steve help you out, linking your hand with his arm before you walk up the red carpet that lines the entrance. (Gosh, this is even fancier than you expected). 

At the door, a man dressed in a black tux eyes the two of you. “Name?” he says, and just by how he says it, you feel like you don’t belong. This is way too fancy for your taste.

“Rogers,” replies Steve, completely unfazed by the male’s posh… everything . “Steve Rogers.”

The man scans a list and then looks up at Steve with a fake smile. “Good evening, mister Rogers. The hosts are expecting you. Please walk down the hall and the first to the left to relieve your coats.”

Shortly after the two of you find your table, which (if by purpose or by accident, you don’t know) turns out to be shared with your target. A flirty smile and introduction goes a long way to make the man look happy about the seating. It also goes a long way to make Steve actually show his true feelings, as after you sit, he pulls your chair a little closer to his own. 

You can’t say you mind.

---

The mission itself goes well. Since you didn’t have that much to do, it only took some light flirting to attach a chip to your targets phone and keep on with your night. Unfortunately, that’s not too easy when Steve insists on following said target as he suspiciously sneaks his way through the crowd and towards rooms clearly marked off limits. 

“Steve, why are we doing this?” 

Steve’s dragging you along with him, quickly checking side to side before going through the same door as your target and yanking your arm so that you follow. “Because that little tech thing you did is probably not enough.”

You roll your eyes. “God, you got a real cacoethes for running straight into danger, huh?”

“A what now?” Steve stops, squinting at you with confusion written all over his face. 

“Cacoethes.”

“ That’s not a real word. ” 

You scoff. “‘Course it is. Means to have an uncontrollable urge or desire for doing   inadvisable things, like smoking or drinking too much or running head first into danger as a civilian .” At the last part you poke him in the chest and mutter through clenched teeth. 

Steve bites his lips and rubs his neck. “Oh,” he lets out. “I still don’t know if it’s a real word, but sure. But we should―”

Before he can finish, you hear footsteps coming down the hallway. You look for a spot to hide, and not finding one, your mind thinks quick of a cover up should you actually be caught. 

As you press your lips to Steve’s, you can’t help but think that maybe you have a cacoethes yourself. Because the press of his lips against yours has your heart ache and beat at the same time. It’s soft, yet it’s rough. It’s passionate yet hasty. 

And it’s so full of desire, it makes your knees go weak. 

A cough to your side makes the two of you pull away from each other, faces flushed and a kind of embarrassing smile on your face. 

“Excuse me, but the two of you are not allowed back here.” It’s a security guard, but he doesn’t look as mad as you thought he would be. 

Rubbing your neck and smiling sheepishly, you let out an awkward laugh. “So sorry, sir. We… uh, we just… were looking for somewhere, you know, private.” You lean a little into Steve’s chest at that to give some more to the role. 

“Just leave the party, then, miss. I’m sure no one would miss you.” The security guard winks. “I’ll show you a quick way out back if you don’t want to be spotted.”

You press your lips together and intertwine your hand with Steve’s. “That would be great, thank you.”

And when Steve doesn’t complain or mention anything about having something to do, you both follow him out.

That night, neither of you think anything about sleeping in the same bed, or sleeping close together. Or about the fact that you’re both naked. 

Maybe things are looking good after all. 

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Day 7- Tropetember: Mutual Pining/Requited Love

Day 7 of super early Tropetember with Mutal Pining/ Requited Love, this is a follow up to yesterday's prompt so read that one first!

Steve and Tony are idiots and their friends are fed up, time for them to step in.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32433946

“Steve, I got something for you!” Tony said excitedly as he dropped down into the seat beside the blonde with a huge smile on his face, Steve had kept gifting fidget toys, or stim toys as Tony found out they were called, after the first time and if he wasn’t giving Tony one he was sharing new websites where he found some that Tony might like.

“I don’t know how I should feel, this isn’t how this usually goes” Steve teased him but the grin told Tony that he was just joking around with him, the smile dimmed a little as he looked confused when Tony clipped something around Steve’s neck “A necklace?”

“Yeah! Well it’s a special one because you can chew on it, I noticed that you chew your pens or your fingers a lot and since you found something to help my fidgets I thought this might be good for you”  Tony rambled on as Steve inspected the navy coloured, rubber dog tags curiously, Steve had noticed that his anxiety had been getting worse as they came closer to exams and with anxiety came the stress habit of chewing. The amount of times Steve had made himself bleed from biting at his nails was unreal, or the times pens had burst in his mouth or pencils had splintered on his tongue… maybe it was worth trying even if it just made Tony happy.

The lesson started up and Tony messed with the marble trap in one hand as he scribbled down his notes, and about half way through the lesson Tony glanced at Steve to see him secretly chewing at the dog tags. Steve’s eyes flicked around the room anxiously and just smiled shyly when he caught Tony looking at him, Tony’s ears going pink as he smiled back and just winked at him before going back to his notes with his smile turning fond.

"He looked so happy when I gave it to him" Tony sighed happily as he flopped down onto his bed, his roommate rolling his eyes as Tony smiled up at the ceiling.

"Why don't you just tell him that you like him then?" Rhodey asked and regretted it when Tony snapped his head over with a frown on his face.

"Because I clearly got the wrong idea when I thought we were friends, I don't want to mess up again!" Tony explained as he rolled back onto his back and huffed "I'd rather be here than mess things up and not see him anymore"

"So you're going to be sad and alone to prevent being sad and alone differently?" Rhodey clarified and just shook his head at the brunette who nodded at him. Rhodey knew better than to try and persuade Tony otherwise because it never made things better, last time Tony ended up sobbing in his arms and refused to talk to him for a week.

Little did Tony know that Steve was having the same talk with Sam and Bucky, who were both despairing at Steve's guilty mind that was keeping him from saying anything. Still feeling too guilty about when he snapped at him to tell him how he was feeling so he was content with liking Tony from afar.

"So your idiot is pining as well then?" Sam asked as he and Rhodey watched Steve and Tony laugh and blush at each other's words, Steve's hand holding onto the dog tags Tony had brought him. It had been a couple days since Tony had given them to Steve and, apart from to sleep or shower, he hadn't taken it off.

"Oh yeah, my idiot doesn't want to tell your idiot in case he gets rejected" Rhodey explained as Tony blushed hard when Steve clapped him on the shoulder with a grin on his face.

"My idiot thinks that he's a bully and doesn't want to force your idiot into a relationship out of fear" Sam waved his hand at the pair when Steve ruffled Tony's hair and laughed when Tony smacked Steve's arm and fixed his hair with a grumpy pout but laughed when Steve said something, seemingly, about his messy hair.

"Our lives would be so much easier if they weren't idiots" Rhodey sighed as the idiots in question started walking their way, Sam nodding and humming his agreement as he waved back at Steve "Less interesting but definitely easier"

"Honey bear, Steve wants me to tutor him in our math class, can I take a raincheck for coffee today?" Tony asked with a smile on his face, Steve grinning away as he looked down to Tony proudly and winked at Sam when said man gave him a confused look. Rhodey laughed as he nodded, waving off Tony's worries before the younger could start asking questions "Thanks Rhodey, don't forget it's pizza night tonight!"

"It's not me who forgets pizza night, but Tones, I'll remember" Rhodey teased and laughed when Tony pouted at him and turned on his heel, stamping away and only looking back to raise an eyebrow at Steve who hurried to follow him. Sam burst out laughing as soon as they wouldn't be able to hear him, Rhodey joining in barely seconds later at the excited text Tony sent him as he walked beside Steve.

Later on, Tony would realise that telling Rhodey where he was going for Steve's tutoring was a good idea but right now, it felt like the worst mistake he had ever made.

They had been peacefully studying away in Tony's favourite coffee shop, the one with the extremely strong coffee, and everything had been going great until a certain meddling blonde turned up with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Well if it isn't my best friends just hanging out together!" Clint chirped and put a hand on either mens' shoulder, both Steve and Tony narrowing their eyes in suspicion at him "Just stopping by to say that you are in love with each other, bye!"

"CLINT!"

"CLINT!" Both Steve and Tony shouted at the same time, standing up to screaming at the man who was running out the coffee shop and down the road in case they gave chase. It was Steve who realised first "Wait, he said each other… You like me?"

"You like me?" Tony squeaked instead of answering the question which sort of answered the question anyway, they stared at each other for a moment before Tony worked up the courage to say "Yes, I like you"

"I- I like you too, Tony" Steve blushed and anyone would have thought the pair had just waxed poetry about the other with how they blushed hard at each other and silly smiles took over their face "I thought you wouldn't with the way I treated you before"

"I told you I forgive you for that and you've been so kind and sweet to me since" Tony grabbed Steve's hand and squeezed it carefully, Steve moving to link their fingers together and then couldn't take his eyes off their connected hands "I wasn't sure if we were even friends, I didn't want to make it weird"

"I'd say we're friends… I'd like to, maybe, try being more than friends, but only if you're okay with that!" Steve snapped his head up at the last part to search for answers in Tony's face and only found a fond smile and a loving look in Tony's eyes.

"I would love to try being more than friends with you" Tony nodded excitedly and squeezed Steve's hand a little tighter, the pair happy just to smile at each other fondly for a moment before looking away bashfully and smiling at their hands.

Steve and Tony may be only trying to be more than friends but it would take a bigger idiot than the pair combined to not realise how in love they were.

Their friends hoped the lovey-dovey stuff would only last a couple weeks at the most, unfortunately for them it didn't seem that they were going to stop anytime soon and that was after they started dating officially!

The pair were inseparable and much to their friends' displeasure, despite them being happy for them behind closed doors, they were in love and were willing to tell the world about it.

[stars-falling]

Trope mashup 9 + 53 Elriel. Please and thank you 😊

9.Dance AU

53.Mutal Pining

(I’ve decided to make Elain the dancer and Azriel the pianist as it matched the idea better, I hope that’s okay!) Also, sorry it’s so long. I got really carried away.

Elain is the rising star of the Velaris Arts Academy. She is a fantastic dancer who specialises in ballet and contemporary, but she does have lessons in other dance styles. Her sisters are also students. Feyre is an artist and Nesta is a director. During their first year, they met Rhys, Cassian and Azriel. Rhys is an actor, Cassian is a stage manager and Azriel is a musician. Elain and Azriel meet when they are paired for the school recital. Azriel accompanies Elain’s routine on the piano. They win and become great friends.

Surprise, surprise, they fall in love with each other but at first, they refuse to admit it to themselves. They continue to work closely and their feelings become stronger. Azriel refuses to act on his feelings as he believes that Elain, the epitome of perfection in his eyes, deserves someone better than a boy from a broken background. Elain doesn’t confess to Azriel as she is continually told by her mother that nothing is allowed to get in the way of her dance career.

Cue several almost moments:

First, Elain is dancing in a ballroom competition when her partner, Lucien, is late to rehearsal. Azriel offers to step in and amazes her with his skills. They end in a very close position, in which they almost kiss but are interrupted Lucien arriving.

Next, Elain stays late to rehearse and hears a piano being played. She follows the music to find Azriel playing in the middle of the auditorium (cliche, I know). She asks what piece he is playing and he reveals it’s an original composition. She asks him to teach her and they stay even later playing together. After they finish playing, both Az and Elain lean in but Elain’s phone rings, interrupting their moment.

Elain has a very important show that she invites all of their friends too. She gets them all VIP tickets. Azriel’s car breaks down as he is on his way, he doesn’t make it in time for the start. ELain looks for Az in the audience and is heartbroken when she sees he isn’t there. Meanwhile, Az leaves his car after he finds out the tow truck would take too long and runs to the theatre. Elain sees him during her final dance and he approaches afterwards with flowers and an apology. She kisses him in reply.

Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story. 

[so-very-asleep]

Sterek Fic Rec

What I Did On My Summer Vacation - by Grimm

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

118k   4/4 Chapters

Full werewolf shift!Derek, Magic!Stiles

Get Back Up - by Hepzheba

After taking the blame for his so-called friend Jackson and his stupid pot, Stiles is forced to work for the Hales at their horse ranch the summer before his last year in high school. At first he absolutely hates it but he comes to realize that there is actually is something fun about this ranch thing and that horses are more likable and complicated than he’d previously thought. He also comes to realize that it’s not only the horses that are interesting; there’s also Derek Hale.

32k    4/4 Chapters 

Alternative Univers - Human, Lotta horses, Jerk!Stiles, 

Worlds Apart - by Siny

Derek Hale, Heir Prince of Betonia and Italy, meets Stiles Stilinski, college boy.

92k      16/16 Chapters

Alternative Univers - Royalty (Modern Royalty), Prince!Derek,

A Strong Heart and a Nerve of Steel - by lupinus, ureaneia

Stiles and Derek wake up married in Vegas. Well, they would have if it was legal.In which Stiles is the president's son, Derek is his bodyguard, and Papa President orders them to pretend to be in love for the sake of gay rights.Or in which uraniea and lupinus combine meeting the Hales, President Papa, waking up married, fake/pretend relationship, First Boy Stiles, and bodyguard Derek into one fic.

21k       1/1 Chapters

Alternative Universe - Bodyguard AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship/ Fake Marriage President!Sherif Stilinski

One Life Stand - by Vendelin

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

84k      6/6 Chapters

Prostitute!Stiles, Buisnessman!Derek

Gravity’s Got nothing on You - by zosofi

“Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

83k     1/1 Chapters

Fake/Pretend Relationship

Captain’s Log: I am Sly as a Fox - by isthatbloodonhisshirt

Derek wandered into the store with him, some of the cashiers cooing at Stiles because, yes, yes, he was very cute, thank you. He was getting more attention as a fox than he’d ever gotten as a human.

Figures.

He just pouted while being carried through the store, one of the girls helping Derek with what he needed and bringing it all to the cash register for him since he seemed reluctant to loosen his grip on Stiles. He probably didn’t want him wiggling free and wreaking havoc across the store.

He was pretty destructive, he’d admit that.

42k      1/1 Chapters

Magical Mishap, Fox!Stiles Stilinski, Both Derek and Stiles come back to Beacon Hills, Mutal Pining, Oblivious Stiles, Lonely Derek, Getting together, Friends to Lovers

The Darkness Inside - by isthatbloodonhisshirt

The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.

He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.

He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.

Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.

“Who is that?” he asked quietly.

“That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”

51k     1/1 Chapters

Nogitsune!Stiles, Pining Derek, Pining Stiles, Magic

Waiting - by isthatbloodonhisshirt

Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

81k      2/2 Chapters

Feral!Derek, Possessive!Derek, Werewolf Mates, Magic!Derek

Hallowed Grounds - by damndancyscotch

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.

Well, except for the fact that he's a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica's epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there's this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.

Oh, and the murders, of course.

But other than that stuff... totally the same old BH.

109k    16/16 Chapters

Full Shift Werewolves, Writer Stiles, Hale Pack, Emissary in training Stiles Stilinski

Maggie May - by Spikedluv

When Laura Hale died, she left behind a daughter, Maggie. Stiles (and his dad) have been caring for Maggie since the night Laura disappeared. Unbeknownst to Stiles, however, Maggie’s a werewolf, and she’s bonded with Stiles. Which means he feels extra protective when Peter Hale appears on the scene. (He may have also developed a little crush on Maggie’s uncle, the silent and brooding Derek Hale. Who said Stiles’ life was boring?) 

24k     1/1 chapters

Kid Fic

Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] - by owlpostagain

“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."

"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

17k      1/1 Chapters

Alternative Universe - Human, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fireman Derek, College student Stiles

A Desperate Arrangement - by mikkimouse

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

115k      29/29 Chapters

Alternative Universe - Historical, Arranged Marriage, Werewolves are known, Prince!Stiles, Prince!Derek, Alternative Universe - Royalty, Magic!Stiles

Suspicious Minds - by HaleHole

“Don’t feed Balto your pizza,” Stiles mildly warns his daughter.

“Derek.”

Stiles pauses, mouth open and cheese sliding off the pizza as he parrots, “Derek? Who’s Derek?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, like Stiles has just asked her the dumbest question ever. “The wolf, Daddy!”

“You changed his name?” Stiles asks in surprise. Usually she’s pretty set about naming things. Her doll’s name was decided two seconds after receiving it, the car has been Alonzo for three years now, and the toaster ‘Pop’ for the last six months.

Meg nods, prodding the sliding cheese back on top of her slice. “Yeah. He told me his name is Derek. And that he doesn’t really like Balto.”

���Is that right?” he asks, eyeing the wolf who seems far too interested in watching a pair of animated moose arguing. It’s official. This wolf is weird. This whole situation is weird.

-- Separated from Laura after being cornered by some hunters, an injured Derek finds himself being rescued by Stiles and his young daughter. In more than one way.

40k     1/1 Chapters

Single Parent Stiles, Full Shift!Derek, Werewolf reveal

Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers - by isthatbloodonmyshirt

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.

Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.

He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.

“I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

58k     1/1 Chapters 

Fullshift Werewolf! Derek, Werewolf Courting, Oblivious Stiles, Werewolf Mates

I Have Faith In Nights - by DaintyBoots

Derek had always thought his ability to pick up strays was a bit of a hindrance. But then he met Stiles.

35k      8/8 Chapters

Alternative Universe - Human, Cop!Derek, Drug Use, Street Punk (Sorta prostitue) Stiles, Panic Attacks

After The Storm - by matildajone

Derek's mind flits to Stiles’ face. It’s a hard face to forget and for some reason Stiles is one of the only things Derek can think about without feeling like he’s lost something.

Erica grins. “When are you going to see him next?”

“He’s a cop,” Derek says gruffly.

“So?”

Derek remembers being at the station, he remembers all those fucking people who thought he had killed his own sister. Laura. He hates all of them, and says as much aloud.

Erica hums. “Sounded like you didn’t hate him.”

--

Dealing with the death of his sister, Derek spends most of his time helping out his family. He meets Stiles and as soon as Derek's willing to admit his attraction towards him, he discovers that Stiles is dealing with his own problems at work. He needs help - help that Derek's all too willing to give. There's something about Derek with his strange, glowing eyes and quick ability to heal that makes Stiles trust him when maybe he shouldn't.

41k       4/4 Chapters 

Kid Fic, Werewolf Reveal, Cop!Stiles

[sassysnowperson]

18 and 53 with Obi-Wan x Satine (a bunch of pairings scrambled in my head about this but this was the only coherent one)

Oooh, okay, Circus AU with a side of Mutal Pining. 

Right so Satine, rules a planet, I think that in this AU that makes her a ringmaster of a smaller boutique circus. The pacifism we’re going to translate as a commitment against animal cruelty, her performers are all human, acrobats and clowns, jugglers and illusionists. 

Her circus, one fateful summer, is contracted to work at a really large fair that runs for like, a month. What makes this setup a bit strange, is that ANOTHER CIRCUS, The Travelling Jedi, is contracted at the same fair, which is...strange. 

This circus has no problem using animals, and tends to get more of an audience, which grates at Satine, but she is a professional. 

It’s just UNFORTUNATE that their main Lion Tamer, Obi-Wan (with his very pretty but very ill-mannered lion, Anakin) is smoking hot, not only physically but also in an...intellectual sort of way? 

“Right. Intellectual,” says Bo-Katan, her sister and trapeze artist. “You definitely want to get all intellectual with him. In bed.” 

“Shush.” 

But yes, in those strange four weeks Satine and Obi-Wan wander over to each other’s respective areas of the fair pretty often, arguing about ethics as often as not. 

“It’s not inherently cruel to use an animal in showbusiness. It can be done ethically, and give people a respect and love for them!” 

“The temptation to exploitation is too great.” 

They fight and they banter and they love it, but no Bo-Katan, they don’t get...intellectual together. All that’s exchanged is one soft kiss, and it carries so much longing in it it nearly breaks her heart. 

But no, even if she could steal Obi-Wan, there’s no room for a lion tamer in her circus, so they go their separate ways. 

And then the first letter arrives. 

It’s rich, it’s witty, and it fills her heart with joy. 

Five years of letters, two meetings in between (she drove five hours for a forty-five minute cup of coffee with him, and counted it time well spent), and then the news informs her: 

“Tragedy struck the Travelling Jedi today, when their star attraction, Anakin the lion, broke free, killing several members until his own trainer, Obi-Wan, was able to put him down. Investigation into the incident...”

“This is GREAT,” says Bo-Katan, “Our circus is going to make bank, I didn’t really believe your weird no-animal stance would pay off but there we go.” 

For two months, Satine hears nothing, so then she sits down, puts pen to paper, and tries to find some way to reach out that doesn’t feel pitying or mocking. 

She finds no words, so just sends, “I’m sorry.” It’s terribly inadequate, and all she can say. 

And then two weeks later, a familiar form darkens the door of her trailer, and she lets him in. 

He doesn’t leave again. 

[drawbauchery]

So with your lapiamedot pairing. Originally, were Lapis and Amethyst actually into each other or was their relationship simply built on their mutal love for Peridot?

they didn’t get together because of peridot; amethyst and lapis both liked her but kept it to themselves, and when amethyst started spending more time with them at the barn and hanging out with lapis alone, they started falling for each other too. they basically all pined for each other in secret for a while. i’m trying to write a short fic about it…it’s taking a while asldkfns