#I wish I could talk to him 👉🏻👈🏻

[kasey-writes-stuff]

Love waking up an hour and half before my first alarm is set to go off 🙃

[writingforstraykids]

hiya! i'm still pretty new to your blog but i really like your writing! english isn't my first language but i hope my request is still understandable ^^

m!reader (with they/them pronouns if possible 👉🏻👈🏻) is best friends with chan. chan praises the reader in some way and figures out that they have a praise kink so he just keeps praising them to make them flustered all the time (bonus points if he throws in the classic 'good boy')

oh and i wanted to ask if i could maybe be 🦖 anon?

thank you!

It's always been you

Pairing: Chan x m!reader with they/them pronouns (mention of Minsung)

Word Count: 4301

Summary: Chan and you have been best friends for what feels like forever. You long for more, not knowing that Chan feels the same. Minho and Jisung decide to lend you a hand the way Chan and you did for them.

Warnings/Tags: friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst, smut, teasing, praise kink, dry humping

A/N: I know we've talked a while ago about this request but I hope I did your wishes for it justice, my dear🖤

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

You hum gently to yourself as you make your way back home, scrolling through your phone as you try to find a good song. A smile covers your lips as your best friend's voice rings through your ears and you can't help the warm feeling spreading through you. Chan invited you over for a movie night with the boys, and you couldn't wait to spend time with them…or him. Being around Chan made you feel things you never felt for anyone else ever before. Those soft brown eyes, beautiful smile, and warm hugs made you feel so loved. You know there's no chance he would ever love you back, but that didn't stop you from gazing after him. 

You reach their dorm, and Minho lets you in, pulling you into a short hug. “Hey, Min.”

“Hey,” he smiles and closes the door behind you. “Channie hyung will be there in a bit. He went out to grab some snacks with Ji,” he explains and pats your back, leading you inside. 

“Oh, okay,” you nod and glance around the living room, where they've already set everything up. “Can I still help with anything?”

“Nah, you're fine,” he tells you and gently shoves you toward the sofa. “Relax, okay? We got it.”

-

“Fuck, Ji, it's getting worse every time they're there,” Chan sighs and grabs some of your favorite cookies. 

“Worse?” Jisung frowns, and Chan nods weakly. 

“Yeah, they're so funny and adorable and so pretty,” he says and glances at his friend nervously. “I really want to be more than just friends.”

Jisung squints his eyes at him suspiciously. “Just sex or more?” he asks quietly. 

“Not just sex,” Chan shakes his head and awkwardly scratches his neck. “I wanna be there for them, make sure they're safe and loved.”

“Why don't you tell them?” he asks curiously. 

“I'm scared of ruining our friendship,” he admits. 

“You will, one way or the other, won't you?” he asks gently. “You'll regret it if you don't tell them, believe me. I could've saved myself a lot of pain if I told Minho hyung a lot earlier.” 

“Yeah, but…I told you Minho loves you. You had some clarity after that,” he sighs softly. 

“I can ask Y/nnie,” he shrugs, and Chan's eyes widen fearfully. “Then I'll tell you, and you can decide what to do with that information.”

“Yeah, okay,” he gives in after a moment. 

-

You look up as they return from the store and smile softly, spotting Chan and giving him a small wave. Chan smiles back, walks past you, and gently pats your head. “Hey, bestie.”

“Hey,” you smile gently, swallowing at the word that once brought you so much comfort but now is a simple reminder of what you didn't have. 

You see Minho greeting Jisung, pulling him into a hug, and gently rubbing his back. He asks him something you can't quite hear, but his eyes are so soft, his voice gentle, it makes your heartache. Minho giggles at Jisung’s answer and cups his face, kissing his forehead. You quickly look away, biting your lower lip. You still remember how happy you were when they got together, but over time it got hard to watch, wishing for something like this with Chan. “Y/nnie, can I talk to you for a second?” Jisung asks as he pulls back. “I need help with something.”

“You're okay?” Minho asks worriedly. 

“I'm okay,” he assures him softly and squeezes his hand. “Come on,” he waves you over. You get up, not noticing Chan's anxious glance as you leave the room. 

Minho glances at him suspiciously. “Oh…that?”

“Mhm,” Chan nods nervously and Minho flashes him an encouraging smile. 

“How could they not love you, huh?” he chuckles compassionately. “Relax, hyungie.”

-

Only a little later, you're back in the living room, trying not to look all too confused. There isn't much space left on the sofa, and Chan pulls you into his lap naturally. You sink back into him and bite your lower lip nervously. Why the hell did Jisung ask if you're in love? With Chan? Was it that obvious? 

You can barely focus on the movie playing and want nothing more but to leave and think this all through. It's over sooner than you thought, and you're all sitting in a circle on the carpet now. 

“Truth or dare anyone?” Seungmin asks, and you curse yourself quietly. Of course. 

“Not for me, I should get -” you start and see Chan's smile fading. 

“You're leaving already?” he asks worriedly, and you nod quickly.

“Oh, come on, Y/nnie,” Jeongin pouts at you. 

“You can't leave already,” Changing protests and places the cards into your circle. 

“Fine,” you give in weakly and sit down next to Chan, who lifts you into his lap rather quickly again. His arms wrap around your waist, and his chin rests on your shoulder. “Clingy,” you comment fondly. 

“Fuck off,” Chan gives back just as fondly. 

The game goes on, and luckily, you're getting easy tasks and questions that don't make you uncomfortable. Jisung is sleeping in Minho's lap by now as the latter plays with his hair, and Felix's head is resting on his shoulder. Seungmin and Innie keep on teasing each other, hoping for the most stupid questions for each other. Changbin is still reading the questions, and Hyunjin giggles every time he shows him beforehand. You're still comfortable in Chan's lap and giggle as Seungmin spins the bottle, and it points at the two of you. 

“That's pretty in the middle,” Changbin states and frowns softly. 

“I can go; I'll take truth,” Chan volunteers. Changbin glances down at the question before grinning. 

“Do you have a crush? If so, who?” he reads out loud, and Chan stiffens beneath you. 

“I do,” he nods, and your throat dries. 

“Who?” Hyunjin asks, pointing out the second part of the question. 

“Someone I know really well,” Chan says, and your heart drops. That could be everyone in this room, and looking at the others, you know it can't be you. There's no chance. You push yourself from his lap before you fully comprehend your thoughts, excusing yourself for the bathroom. Chan glances after you worriedly as you bump into the table on the way out and exchanges a worried look with Minho. 

“I got it,” Minho nods and gently plants a sleeping Jisung into Felix's lap. “You go on,” he tells the rest before making his way upstairs to the bathroom. Minho gently knocks at the door and fondly rolls his eyes as you don't answer. “Y/nnie, let me in,” he says and waits for another moment. “I'll go get Chan if you don't.” You quickly open the door and pull him inside, locking the door again. “Cozy,” he comments teasingly. 

“Why are you even here?” you sigh softly and sit down heavily at the edge of the bathtub. 

“Shouldn't I ask you that? This can't be more comfortable than Chan hyung’s lap,” he says and sits down next to you, shaking his head. “Definitely not.”

“Mhm, you should know, right?” you ask sarcastically, and Minho grins. 

“Oh, I do…I've seen…or felt…everything you dream about,” he chuckles and gently pats your thigh. “I'm with Ji. What's stopping you now, huh?”

“Don't be ridiculous,” you shake your head and sigh heavily. “There's no way on earth Chan would love me and - oh fuck, I sound just like you,” you groan. 

“You do,” he giggles. “And I remember you telling me to get myself together and finally realize how handsome I am.”

“Well, you are, you dumbass,” you roll your eyes at him. “That doesn't exactly apply to me.”

“I think…I know Chan thinks very differently about that,” he says and is quiet for a moment. “So do I, dumbass,” he says and gently smacks the back of your head. 

Minho's words hit you like a wave, washing away the stubborn layers of doubt that had clung to you all evening. Despite the sting of his playful smack, there's an undeniable warmth in his words, an affirmation that maybe, just maybe, Chan might feel the same way about you. 

"But, Min," you start, your voice trembling slightly from the mix of hope and uncertainty, "What if you're wrong? What if he doesn't... What if it's not me he's talking about?"

Minho raises an eyebrow and gives you a look that screams exasperation mixed with fondness. "Y/nnie, when have I ever steered you wrong? Listen, Chan's not as good at hiding his feelings as he thinks. The way he looks at you? I've seen it. It's more than just friendship. This isn’t my talk to have, though, you know?"

You're about to respond, but there's a knock on the bathroom door that makes you both flinch. "It's me," a voice says, one that sends butterflies rampaging through your stomach. Chan.

Minho winks at you and stands up. He walks past Chan with a knowing look as he exits the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. You're frozen in place, your heart pounding so loudly you're sure Chan can hear it.

Chan steps inside, closes the door behind him, and leans against it. His eyes search yours, filled with a nervous energy that matches your own. "Y/nnie, are you okay? I noticed you left suddenly..."

Taking a deep breath, you nod slowly, trying to muster the courage that Minho seemed to think you had in abundance. "I'm okay, Chan. Just... a lot on my mind, I guess."

Chan moves closer, his concern evident. "Anything you want to talk about? You know you can tell me anything, right?"

The sincerity in his voice nearly breaks you. With a shaky exhale, you decide it's now or never. "Chan, I... I need to ask you something. Earlier, when you said you have a crush... was that-"

Chan's face changes then, but before you can interpret it, he lets out a breath he seems to have been holding. "Yes, it's you. It's always been you, Y/nnie. I was just too scared to say anything because I didn't want to ruin what we had."

The words you had feared and hoped to hear tumble into the small space between you, and for a moment, the world stops. Tears prick your eyes, not from sadness but from an overwhelming relief that floods through you.

"Chan, I... I feel the same," you confess, the weight of your unspoken feelings lifting off your shoulders. "I was so afraid you'd never see me that way."

Chan steps forward, closing the distance between you in an instant. His hands cup your face gently, and he smiles - a real, soft smile that you've dreamed of being meant for you. "How could I not? You're amazing, Y/nnie. I've just been an idiot about it."

And then he kisses you, a soft, sweet kiss that promises more. As you melt into him, the fears and doubts of the past fade away, replaced by the excitement of what comes next.

Outside the bathroom, the sounds of the ongoing game and the laughter of your friends continue, a reminder of the world waiting for you both. But for now, in this small, shared space, nothing matters more than the two of you finally bridging the gap between friendship and something much deeper.

When you finally pull away, Chan's grin is as bright as the stars you imagine are shining outside. "Come on," he says, taking your hand. "Let's go back.”

The two of you sit down again, and you lean back against him comfortably. Your eyes meet Minho’s, and you can’t help but beam at him. Minho smiles gently and winks at you, focusing back on the game. Chan gently intertwines your hands in front of your stomach and rests his head on your shoulder. “Tired?” you ask him quietly enough for only him to hear.

“Starting to be, yeah,” he hums quietly. “You wanna stay tonight?” he asks so sweetly there was no chance you’d deny him. 

“I would love to,” you nod.

The evening goes on, but the atmosphere around you is subtly different now. The other guys seem to pick up on the shift; quick, knowing glances are exchanged, and an occasional smirk is poorly disguised as a cough. As the evening slowly comes to a stop, the games gradually transform into yawns and stretching limbs. One by one, the room starts to empty as everyone heads to their room. Changbin claps Chan on the back as he passes by, whispering something that makes Chan chuckle and squeeze your hand tighter.

Once the room is empty, Chan shifts slightly, turning to face you. "So, what do you want to do?" he asks, his voice low and warm. "We could start another movie, just the two of us, or maybe just talk?"

"The talking sounds nice," you reply, smiling at him

Chan nods in agreement and stands, leading you to his room. You’ve been here so often before, but you never fail to feel at home here. He shuts the door behind you and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to him.

You join him, feeling a blend of excitement and nervousness. "I'm really glad you're here," Chan begins, turning to you with a beautiful smile that makes your heart flutter. "I've wanted to talk like this for so long but didn't know how to start."

"Me too," you admit. "I always wondered what this would be like, talking to you like this, knowing we both feel the same way."

Chan reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I've been so scared of messing things up," he confesses. "I didn't want to lose you by taking a step that might have been too much, too soon."

You nod, understanding his fears because they mirror your own. "But we didn't mess it up, did we? We're here now, and it feels right."

"It does," he agrees, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of relief and happiness. "It feels perfect."

"What do you think will happen with us?" you ask a small part of you needing reassurance that tonight's magic will extend beyond dawn.

Chan squeezes your hand, his gaze steady. "I think we're going to be great," he says. "We already know each other so well, and we care about each other. We just have to keep doing what we're doing."

"I love that," you whisper, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"I love you," Chan says softly, the words spoken so naturally, echoing through the quiet room.

"I love you too, Channie," you respond, turning to face him. Your eyes meet his in a look that feels like a promise. He smiles sweetly, dimples showing, and gives you another quick kiss.

Chan stands up and offers you a shirt to sleep in, his shy smile making you laugh. You change and slide under the covers beside him, his arm coming around to hold you close.

The comfort of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart soon draw you into slumber, the challenges of the day fading into the peace of the night.

Two weeks later

You’re at the kitchen table with Minho, whispering the details of Chan’s and your first kiss and talk to him. You haven’t really had time to before with Minho gone for a few days. Minho listens curiously, nodding along, and you can tell he’s happy for you. The rest slowly join you for breakfast, and then Chan comes back from his shower after his gym session. His curls are still damp, a bright smile covering his face as he sees you. He passes you, gently squeezing your shoulder. “Morning, pretty,” he says softly, and you can’t help but feel flustered. A quick kiss to your temple follows, and he’s gone again already, getting himself something to drink. 

Minho notices the blush settling on your cheeks and giggles. “That easily?” he asks, amused. 

You gently shove his shoulder. “Shut up,” you mutter. “I’m not used to it.”

“Mhm,” he hums, still giggling softly.

It gets worse as Chan slips into the chair next to you, flashing you a bright smile and casually resting his hand on your thigh. “You slept well, beautiful?” he asks, not noticing the blush on your cheeks deepening. 

What the hell? Why were his simple words causing such warmth to spread through your body? Why are you blushing so hard after a few kind words? His eyes meet yours, and your stomach tightens at the love in them. Fuck.

“Yeah, did you?” you ask shyly.

“Of course, you’ve always been amazing at cuddling,” he compliments you, and you subconsciously shift in your chair. 

You manage a small smile in response to Chan’s gaze, the affection evident in his eyes almost too much to process so early in the morning. He chuckles softly, his hand squeezing your thigh reassuringly, a simple gesture that somehow speeds up your fluttering heart.

“Sorry,” he whispers, leaning in so that only you can hear, “I didn’t mean to make you blush this much.” His voice is a blend of amusement and tenderness, sending a shiver down your spine. You can't help but feel a little overwhelmed by how natural it all seems to him, this newfound closeness between you.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. 

“Are you sure, pretty boy?” he asks and your lips part softly, eyes widening a little. 

“Channie,” you whisper softly, shaking your head. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” he asks, a knowing smirk lacing his features. “I’m just saying what I see.”

Your teeth bury into your lower lip as you feel the earlier shyness shift into something much stronger. Chan was getting you all worked up over nothing, and you’re not even done with breakfast yet.

“Give them a break,” Minho leans over suddenly, rolling his eyes playfully at Chan. “You’re getting them all worked up at the breakfast table; behave,” he says quietly enough only for the pair of you to hear.

Chan’s eyes widen, lips parting in a silent ‘oh’ as he picks up on the effect his words have on you. He leans closer to you, his breath tickling your neck. “Didn’t know you had a thing for praise.”

“Me neither, now shut up,” you plead softly, shifting in your seat and pulling at your shirt to cover your lap. Chan’s low chuckle sends shivers down your spine, and you flinch as his hand moves up your thigh. You gaze at him nervously, but Chan doesn’t even glance in your direction, talking to Seungmin opposite him. By now, you can’t get up to escape the possibility of getting caught because you’re slowly growing hard.

Your breath hitches as you try to focus on anything but the warmth of Chan's hand, your body reacting despite the semi-public setting. It's a thrilling yet terrifying mix of emotions, the fear of being noticed wrestling with the pleasure of Chan's subtle touches.

"Hey, you okay?" Seungmin's voice cuts through your haze, and you snap your attention back to him, nodding quickly, too quickly.

"Yeah, just... thought I saw something outside," you stammer, hoping your voice doesn't betray the flush of heat crawling up your neck. Chan smirks slightly, his fingers pausing as if he's aware of your struggle to stay composed.

The rest of the breakfast passes with a sort of hushed intensity, your mind whirling with Chan's teasing and the palpable connection that seems to have everyone subtly glancing your way every so often. You're grateful when the meal finally ends, and there’s an opportunity to escape the intensity of the kitchen.

Chan stands and stretches, his shirt lifting slightly to reveal a sliver of his abdomen. You have to force your gaze away, feeling the heat in your cheeks intensify. "Wanna go upstairs?" he asks, his voice low, meant only for your ears. You pull at the hem of your shirt, nodding shyly and biting your lower lip in anticipation. Chan giggles and pulls you into a tight hug, whispering to you as some of the boys are still here. “Didn’t know you’d be able to hide it so well,” he tells you, hand running down your back. “Think you deserved yourself a reward, pretty boy?”

“Please,” you whisper, burying your flushed face in his shoulder. 

“If you’re good and keep quiet, I’ll help you out,” he whispers, and you tense in his arms, biting your lower lip hard. 

Your body reacts with a shiver at the promise in his words, the idea alone enough to draw a deep, yearning ache from within you. You nod against his shoulder, unable to speak, your heart pounding fiercely in your chest.

Chan leads you quietly upstairs, his hand gripping yours with a reassuring firmness. You pass a couple of the guys lounging in the living area, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere between you two. Once inside his room, Chan locks the door with a soft click, the sound echoing slightly in the stillness.

"Sit down," he directs gently, pointing to the edge of his bed. You obey, watching him with wide eyes as he kneels down in front of you. His hands rest on your knees, his touch light but sending waves of anticipation through your body.

"How quiet do you think you can be?" Chan asks, his voice low and teasing, his breath warm against your skin as he leans closer.

"I'll be quiet," you promise, your voice barely above a whisper, trembling with the effort of keeping your composure.

Chan smiles, that knowing, mischievous grin that always sets your heart racing. He slowly moves his hands up your thighs, his fingers brushing the fabric of your sweatpants tantalizingly slow. The touch is light, almost teasing, but it’s enough to make you gasp softly.

"Shh," he hushes, his lips brushing against your ear, sending another shiver down your spine. "Remember, you need to be quiet."

You nod, biting your lip hard to stifle any further sounds. Chan’s hands continue their exploration, now slipping under your shirt to trace the lines of your stomach up towards your chest. His touch is feather-light, yet every nerve in your body screams for more contact, more pressure.

Without warning, he presses down more firmly, his palm flat against your chest as he pushes you gently back onto the bed. You go willingly, your body already on fire from his touch, your breathing heavy but controlled as you try to keep your promise.

Chan climbs onto the bed, straddling one of your thighs as he leans over you, his face just inches from yours. “Still doing okay?” he asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“More than okay,” you breathe out, the proximity of his body making it hard to think about anything but the feel of him against you.

Grinning, Chan shifts his weight, and you feel the firm pressure of his thigh between yours, exactly where you need him. He watches your face closely as he begins to rock gently, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you. Your hands find his hips, gripping him, guiding him into a rhythm that has you biting down on your lip to keep silent.

The room is filled with the soft sound of fabric moving against fabric and Chan's steady, controlled breathing. You keep your eyes locked on him, getting lost in the intensity of his gaze as he moves against you. Each motion is deliberate, calculated to drive you closer to the edge without tipping you over too soon.

Chan’s hands are on your hips now, his fingers pressing into your skin, his grip firm and possessive. He leans down to kiss you, slow and deep, his lips moving against yours in a dance that mirrors the movement of your bodies. You respond eagerly, the kiss muffled enough to keep your moans contained.

As the pressure builds, Chan’s movements become more urgent, his body pressing harder against yours. You feel a warmth spreading through you, a tingling sensation that starts deep within and radiates outwards. Your grip on him tightens, and Chan breaks the kiss to look at you, his eyes intense.

“Shit, Channie,” you whisper, almost feeling dizzy at the intensity of finally being this close to Chan. 

“Shh, be a good boy, yeah?” he asks softly, biting back a moan himself as he rocks his hips.

“Close,” you manage to whisper, and he nods, his movements becoming even more focused. You arch into him, your mouth opening in a silent cry of release as waves of pleasure wash over you. Chan holds you through it, his body a steady presence as you tremble beneath him. Chan buries his face in your chest with a soft, punched-out sound as his body shivers, stumbling over the edge. 

When you finally relax back onto the bed, Chan’s face is flushed with his own exertion, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He kisses you softly, tenderly, a stark contrast to the urgency of moments before.

“Was that quiet enough for you?” you ask, a playful note in your voice despite your exhaustion.

“Perfect,” Chan confirms with a chuckle, his forehead resting against yours. “Absolutely perfect.” You both lie there for a moment, catching your breath, the only sound in the room now the quiet hum of the house around you. Then, with a gentle nudge, Chan encourages you to sit up. “Come on,” he says, his voice gentle. “Let’s clean up a bit, then we can go back down. They’ll wonder where we’ve vanished to.”

“Yeah, okay,” you giggle softly, smiling into the loving kiss he gives you before slipping out of bed. Yeah, you could get used to this and so much more.

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Could I please request 14 with swiss x phantom please 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I changed the prompt just a smidge but ough I really like how it flows mwheheheheheheheh

Phantom doesn’t even remember how it happened. One moment they were toweling off after a shower and the next Swiss had them bent over the counter. They can’t find it in themselves to care though, not with Swiss’ hand wrapped around their cock and whispering a litany of filth and praise in their ear. They were the one who left the bathroom door wide open after all.

The only problem is Swiss isn’t actually giving them anything. Sure he’s touching them, but that’s all he’s doing. Touching. Holding. He’s not giving them the slightest bit of stimulation. The only thing Phantom gets is little shocks of pleasure when their hips twitch forward to fuck into his fist. All the while just keeps talking and talking and talking. They’re almost certain he wants to watch them cum just from words alone. 

“Swiss please,” they pant, “I need more please.” 

“Oh but you don't. You’ve already done such a good job getting yourself nice and wet.” 

Swiss gives them a squeeze, milking another drop of pre out of them. He swipes over the head of their cock to collect it on his thumb, smearing it around. Phantom chokes out a whine at the sensation. 

“Won’t it be so much more satisfying if you do it all by yourself?” He smiles against their neck before sucking the skin between his teeth. 

They know what he wants. They know they’re not going to be getting anything from him besides something to rut against. They don’t protest though. Instead they set their feet, wrapping their tail tightly around Swiss’ thigh before arching back against him. He hums, running his free hand down their spine. He gives their ass a squeeze before settling his grip on their hip. 

Phantom uses the new angle to their advantage, slowly starting to thrust into Swiss’ fist. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does yet they can’t stop the breathy little noise that escapes their throat. It doesn’t help that everytime they pull back they can feel Swiss’ cock pressing right against their ass. They don’t know which feeling they want to chase more, the tight grip of his hand or the pressure near their hole. Fuck they wish he would just slip it in already. They don’t want to have to think about it. 

Thinking about it only spurs them on. They’re snapping their hips into Swiss’ fist, knuckles whitening where they grip the countertop. Their head drops as the burn in their gut grows hotter, panting in time with each thrust. They gasp when they feel fingers thread into their hair and pull. 

“Don’t look away now baby. I want you to see how much of a whore you are for me. Getting off just with my hand.” 

Phantom catches their own eyes in the mirror and oh is it a mistake. They’re half lidded and hazy. There’s a pretty little blush dusting their cheeks, spilling down to their throat. They’re drooling, mouth hanging open. They couldn’t close it even if they wanted to. Their eyes flick up, catching Swiss’ in the reflection. They’re practically glowing as he looks back at them. He grins at them, blowing them a kiss. 

Phantom is going to have to take another shower by the time Swiss is done with them. 

[babygirl-riley]

I have a request for ghost x reader where reader and ghost are in a relationship and reader is going to be switched into another task force and hasn't told ghost and when she tells ghost he like gets all sad and scared that he'll never see the reader ever again and they cry together cause they made such good memories with eachother and the 141 and in the end maybe reader transfer is canceled and she not going anywhere and is staying with ghost.

Change of Plans Pt. I

Ghost and you talk about the new orders that was giving to you from Price

“There’s no end. There’s no goodbye.”

A/N: Yeeeeeaaaah so you gave me ideas and now it turns into a 3 part series. 👉🏻👈🏻 Hope you enjoy the first one 🫠 Little change of plans for the moment 🤭

Warnings: Angst, fluff, established relationship, small very small mentions of smut, small cuddle moment, sad!simon but ya know doesn’t really express it, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

Pt. II

The silence was strong, you could hear an sort of movement that the base would make. Someone turning a faucet or a pen dropping. You sat on your bed with puffy red eyes as Simon stood frozen in the middle of your room. You had to tell him before Price announced it to the team.

You fought about for weeks about the orders telling Price to basically buzz off. That this was your team. Your family. So Price being Price tried to have the commander that wanted you on their task force at bay. Until today. Price asked to meet him in the office after the another successful mission.

“Commander Graves is getting impatient y/n,” Price said lowering his voice as you shut the door. “I’m sorry I tried.”

When he handed you the envelope you laughed darkly. “You gotta be shitting me Price.”

“I wish Sargent.” He said frowning, he sat in his chair for a moment before sighing. “He wants you tomorrow night. They are going on their own assignment that they need you on.”

You glared at the envelope, you could rip it to pieces and say to hell with it. But now it’s in writing and pretty sure this Commander Graves made more copies. After a long silence Price stood up to place a hand on your shoulder. “1400 the last plane to the force leaves. Better start saying your goodbyes.”

So immediately you looked out for Simon going from hallway to hallway. Building to building. He had to be the first one to know. You and him had been together for about 9 months now. Secretly no one knew. Maybe they did find out and you were being punished this way. Instead of insubordination, that’s why Price didn’t say anything for a while.

When you found him he was walking with Johnny getting cleaned up from the previous mission. “Lass! There ya are! What did the capt…”

“Not now Johnny,” You snapped, feeling guilty right after. “I need to speak with you privately Lieutenant.”

Simon snapped his eyes over to Soap who was standing in awe before looking down at you. “‘Ight, catch up with ya, yeah.” He said to Johnny who nodded to his reply.

Now you were both here, sitting in your room. You handed the envelope first as he opened it slowly. Simon was confused at first as he read before snapping his head up. “What does it mean your leavin’?” He growled, you thought he was mad at you.

“I don’t know some Commander down in the US needs me there,” You sighed wiping your eyes. “Says that they need a Lieutenant there.”

“But ya not a Lieutenant.” He said gripping the paper.

You inhaled deeply, you pointed to the paper. “Read more Simon.”

That’s where he froze and just re read the words over and over again. “By the United States Commander in Chief Hershel Shepard, you have been promoted to Lieutenant y/l/n as of February 20th, 2022.”

Simon couldn’t believe it, you were leaving back to the states after years on being on the force. He just got you. Finally figuring out what he has felt for months being with you. Caring for you. Maybe even love you. Now you were being taken away. He heard you sniffling bringing him back into reality.

You watched as slowly he brought his head up, being faced with his skull mask. His painted eyes looking right at you. “No we are talkin’ to Price maybe he can…”

“Already tried that.”

“‘Ight then we go to Shepard himself maybe talk to him…”

“Simon, we can’t he is the head honcho. He is the one ordering this by Commander Graves too. So there isn’t any way around this.”

Simon scoffed. “Why have you given up? It’s like you don’t want to fight for this.”

You scoffed back and rose from the bed. “I have been dealing with this for two months now. We have been trying Simon. You think I want to leave them. To leave us?”

Simon stood there for a moment, emotions coming through that he never would think that he would have. All the things you both have been through. It all started because of pent up emotions that both of you didn’t know how to release besides having sex. Then came the attachments. Laughter. Jokes. Bantering. Hell even the fighting.

Simon stood there for another moment debating on just leaving the room. He doesn’t know how to deal with this situation. The more he stared at you the less he wanted to leave, he wanted more time.

“Maybe it won’t be forever ya know? Maybe it is just a train up for his team and that’s that.”

Simon knew better than to think like that, think that there is hope. You were always better than him in that aspect. Looking for the light at the end. Simon sighed and walked to you as he sat next to you. He started to lay down and guiding you down with him. “Maybe.” He mumbled.

You followed him down placing your head on his chest as he combed through your hair. You sighed as you thought about everything both of you have been through. You chuckled making Simon break a smile. “What is it?” He asked softly.

“Remember when I first started on the team and I thought you liked sugary coffee,” He groaned as he laughed a little bit more. “Then like 2 months later you finally broke and said that you only like tea and not the sugary shit.”

Simon nodded his head. “Blood hell pretty sure I gained a few pounds from just one cup,” You giggled as you looked up at him. “I won’t forget when the grenade landed next to you and Johnny during training. You tossing it to Johnny and him passing it back to you. Fumbling it like two blokes.”

You slapped his chest. “Hey! That wasn’t entirely my fault. The damn private didn’t pull the pin so I thought to give it to him. Well I remember beating you at sparring.”

Simon gave a fake shocked look. “Technically I did, it turned to the tie breaker”

You glared at him in curiosity before turning red. “The tie breaker doesn’t count.”

Simon gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and index. “If it wasn’t for the tie breaker I would be here with ya, love.”

You half smiled, tearing up again. “I will come back Si.”

Simon’s heart started to ache as he inhaled deeply. “And I’ll be waitin’.”

[darlingsfandom]

Hello 👉🏻👈🏻, Can I request a story (Kitten X fem!Reader) where Patricia is hired by a richich family. Y/n is the wife... the "perfect" kind, her husband is always busy and doing his own. Blah blah... she shows Kitten around, showing the life of rich people then they starts an affair. (She shows her true self with Kitten, her wishes etc. Like dunno, starting an actual family or riding a motorcycle...).

It's bit weird, you don't have to write it 🫣

This isn’t weird at all! Reader deserves better than that rich asshole !

tw: cheating , talks of divorce, swearing.

Not proofread ! Also this went in a different direction than I thought! I hope you like it✨

It wasn’t supposed to happen, it shouldn’t have happened but it did. You had came early from work to find your oh so loving husband in bed with the maid. You stood in shock as he scrambled to his feet making sure to push her away as he apologized to you, but you were in a frozen state before the blood boils in your veins enough to make your first meet his nose. Blood dripped down his nostrils before he lunged at you making you scream and duck. You grabbed your purse on the way out as fast as your feet could take you.

You drove to the place you knew you’d feel welcomed: Kittens home. You had hired to help you around the house with your job. She wasn’t a maid more of a personal assistant but she would cook and clean you little treats. You hired her when you felt your husband was starting an affair, she was like a distraction but soon enough she was your best friend. Kitten had been beyond thankful that you hired her but every time you offered to have her move into the house she always found a reason to say no, but you doubt her .

The sun had set as you made your way to her house. You sat in your car for a minute gripping the steaming wheel tightly before building up any emotion other than sadness to go and knock on her door. With a quick knock you waited all but twenty seconds before the door opened to see Kitten in her robe with a smile only for it to disappear when she realized you had been crying.

“Honey, come here.” She pulled you in her arms before letting you into the house. She shut the door behind you before guiding you to the love seat. “Why are you so sad?” Her fingers pushed some of your hair out of the way.

“I…” you started to talk but quickly swallowed the nerves before putting your head in your hands.

“It’s about that husband of yours isn’t it ?” She asked taking your hands off your face. Kitten looked at you with anger in her eyes. You had never seen her angry. She always had this sweeteners radiating off of her when she was with you.

“He was fucking the maid!” Blurted out of your mouth before dropping your head on her lap. Kitten gasped loudly. Her hand rested on your head. “Can’t say I blame him, I’ve been a bad wife. I mean she’s younger and prettier and OUCH!” Kitten had flicked you in the side of your head.

“Now you stop that! She’s only two years younger than! You are not a bad wife! Any person on this planet would be lucky to be married to you! You have natural beauty, the kind that can’t be bought.” Kitten lifted your head up with her finger to make you look at her before she grabbed your hand and slid the ring off your finger. Her thumbs wiped away your tears before taking your hand and down the hall into her bedroom.

“Now you see why I didn’t want to move in.” She sat you on the edge of her bed before she grabbed you a nightgown. “Here.” You looked at her through your lashes before standing up and started changing in front of her.

“Did you not trust my husband?” You asked pulling the fabric over your head.

“No. He didn’t make me comfortable , but you, you do. I stay because of you. I knew you needed me and in this case more ways than one. How many times have you told me something and it’s just a dry response . I see how you stiffen when he touches you, how you don’t look pleased after he kisses you… I don’t know why you’re still with him and if you stay with him after this…” She threw her hands in the air before crossing them over her chest. You couldn’t argue with her, she was right and you hated that she was right.

“Do me a favor yeah?” You stepped closer to her. “Please don’t leave me.” She pressed her forehead against yours and held your face in her hands as you silently cried. That night you fell asleep in her arms.

The next morning, you and kitten got dressed up to show your soon to be ex husband what he is going to be missing. Your heart was thumping in your ears as Kitten held your hand tightly when you walked into what use to be your home.

“There you are!” He faked his concern running towards you until your hand flew up to stop in.

“I’m leaving you! You can save any apology and shove it up your ass.” Tears spilled down your flushed cheeks with each word.

“Leave me? Please, you’re my wife. You do as I say.” He went to step forward until Kitten stepped in front of you. “This doesn’t concern you!” He grabbed her shoulder which sent her into a rage but she was classy and instead took you up to your room.

“I don’t know where you think you’re going to go! You need me!” Your husband shouted from the bottom of the stairs. You quickly grabbed some of your things, shoving them into different bags while Kitten helped.

“I did fine on my own before you! I might have been a simple girl but we both know this isn’t me and I’m sure as hell not going to be anybody second choice!” Your voice was strong instead of shaky for once. Kitten looked at you with pride as she shoved your favorite pillow under her arm. The two came back downstairs pushing past him with attitude. Everything was in the trunk and you stood there in front of him with pride swelling in your chest, you took the ring from your finger and shoved it into his chest. “Give it to the maid, lord knows what else you’ve given her at this point and I’ll make it an easy divorce for you. You can keep the house and everything else but if you even come near me or her” your finger pointed at kitten “I’ll make you wish you were never born because trust me, you’ve made me wish I was never born plenty of times.” You held your head high before turning on your heel to walk away to see a very smiley kitten.

Before you could even think anything, you were already being drove away to see the past disappearing behind you.

“I’m so proud of you!” Kitten squeezed the steaming wheel before she grabbed your thigh. You looked over at her with sad eyes. “I know it’s hard honey but you’re doing the right thing and I promised you that I’m not going anywhere.”

From that point on it was true that kitten never left. The first two months following your divorce left you in a state of depression that made Kitten help you with such simple tasks like brushing your hair, brushing your teeth and showering. She picked up extra shifts at the bar to help support the two of you while you took time off of work to get yourself together. She had always been your rock even before the divorce.

“Kitten…” you spoke softly making her set down her book.

“What do you need honeybee?” She asked petting your head that was on her lap.

“Did you always love me on a deeper level?”

Kitten looked down at you with soft eyes before helping you sit up slowly. She placed her hand over yours and moved closer until her lips met yours. It was a real kiss, the one that you always see in the movies where both people are kissing with smiles and can’t help but giggle when the pull away, her kiss made your butterflies swirl around for the first time in what felt like ages. It was like when you first laid eyes on her when she interviewed to work for you. Here was this gorgeous blonde woman standing tall in front of you just radiating confidence and if heart eyes could be drawn on your face then they would be. You had a crush on kitten since you laid eyes on her.

Over the next few months she had always made you smile, giggle and feel beautiful. Kitten always complimented your suits , how nice your hair looked, how that blouse showed off your cleavage which never failed to make you blush and truth be told Kitten had a crush on you since she had seen you too. She wouldn’t admit that she hated your husband until now that the two of you are divorced. She always kept her mouth shut about him.

And now here you are kissing her on the mouth for the first time. Her lips were soft and tasted of cherries. Her hands ran up your arms slowly until they were on your shoulders. She slowly pushed you off to look into your eyes.

“Do you remember that night when you told me that you wanted to learn new things in life, let me show you please? Let me show what real love is?” Her eyes searched in yours.

“Kitten… how could you love a mess like me?” Your eyes started to water but her thumbs quickly wiped away any tears .

“How could I not love you? No one has ever loved you the way you deserve and if you’ll allow me too I want to be the woman that shows you how lovable you truly are.” Her lips were back on yours before you could respond.

“Yes..” you mumbled breathlessly when she pulled away.

“Yes?” Kitten pulled you down ontop of her making you giggle.

“Yes, I will be yours and only yours. Just know this is going to take time. I’m relearning myself but if I’m going to have anyone holding me through this, I’m glad it’s you.” Kitten wrapped her arms around your neck and looked into your eyes.

“We’re both learning how to love again honey and I will count my lucky stars that you have been with me this whole time. I couldn’t ask for anyone better to spend my life with.” Kitten held you tightly as you laid your head on her shoulder. The two of you were on this journey called life until time stands still.

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

For the pep talk thing… could I maybe request primis edward?🥺👉🏻👈🏻

ABSOLUTELY!!! I know you as a close friend, so I won’t need to find out info about interests and worries💖💖💖

Already, you caring to listen to Edward's rambling is a big deal! You don’t need to completely understand quantum physics, chemistry or whatever may be on topic! You show interest to what's important to him. And knowing how uptight he is when working with others, he would rather be teaching someone instead of being challenged to debate. Being his eager scientific apprentice is more enjoyable for him

Believe it or not, Richtofen has body insecurities himself. Often relating to scars on his back and arms. Seeing how much more muscular his comrades are adds to the shame. He beats himself up about it constantly. As a doctor, he appreciates the human body in all it's unique shapes, forms and physiology. Yours is his favorite of all. Let him prescribe kisses and praise over wherever insecurity lingers most.

Never doubt yourself, Liebe. You've shown perseverance in the roughest of all adversities. All he could ever want is for you to be happy.

He's enamored by your witty nature! The two of you both know how to just smoothly flow with playful banter or flirting. You may not see it, but your mind is very sharp, which he always found insanely attractive to him.

His most important love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. At the end of an exhausting day, all Richtofen wants is to be holding you in some way.

You also have a gift of providing him nurturing patience. Edward claims you to be a saint with how much of his turmoil that you put up with. He simply long to return this patience for you when you’re feeling at your lowest. You’re the only one who could ever have access to his soft side. He’ll take care of you until every last trace of heaviness leaves that beautiful heart of yours

You’re the only person he looks most forward to spending time with. Most of the time, he wants to leave social interaction just to coop back up alone at the lab. But with you? The Doctor just can’t get enough of you! A day without you is truly the worst possible thing

Your outgoing nature perfectly balances his more bashful nature. He both admires you for it and wishes he had it himself.

Edward has curiosity about your interests. He loves to curl up beside you as you fill him in on your most recent written work or current crochet project. Whatever your passion may be, he will be your biggest cheerleader in everything you do

You’re his perfect match simply because fate wrote it in your shared destiny. No matter how far life takes you, the red string of fate will gently pull you back together. You bring the joy he’s longed for, the softness he feels he doesn’t deserve, and the unconditional love to help him become a better man. Please come home to his loving arms

[inhurtandincomfort]

I don't think I'll be able to get a fic out for the 25th (past midnight by the way- merry christmas!) so I'll come up with a prompt instead and make it up on the 26th and 27th

In the meantime some more snippets from ancient wips?👉🏻👈🏻

“I know I said it’s not my job, but I still know what terrors are. I was under the impression they were regular creatures under a curse. Does this look like a normal animal to you?”

She paused. “Not a common one, but there are all kinds of people out there…” She trailed off, catching the expression on their face. 

“Come on now,” They said flatly. “At the end of the day, everyone bleeds red. Everyone leaves a corpse behind.” They kicked the steaming body beside them. It was burning quickly, Destrian realised; not even ashes would remain. “I won’t do your job for you. Figure it out.” With that, they turned to walk away, pulling their hood back down over their face. Destrian’s eyes narrowed. They knew something, and he’d be damned if he was going to let them get away. 

“Wait!” She reached out, fingers brushing against their arm. 

In a flash her own wrist was encased in a crushing grip, an icy glare freezing her in place as the Shadow whipped around, any trace of their friendly facade gone, replaced by a cold underlying rage. “Touch me again, I’ll cut that hand off,” They hissed, venom dripping from their tone. Destrian stared back at them, wide eyed. They weren’t bluffing. 

“I’m sorry,” She whispered. She wanted to say more, the words I just wanted to talk died in xyr throat. 

---

Destrian blearily opened his eyes only to see - well, nothing at all. A sack was draped over his head, a damp smell like wet dirt assaulted his nostrils. His hands were tied behind his back with rope that rubbed into their skin as she moved, her legs pinned to the chair she was apparently sitting on. No matter how xe twisted and writhed, the restraints would not give way. She grit her teeth, bucking back against the chair, its legs lifting then slamming back to the floor with a loud bang. Xe knew it would alert whoever brought them here, but it’s not like they had many options. 

“If you’re awake, you could just say so.” A voice said dully, neither feminine nor masculine, or perhaps both at once. The bag was yanked off, revealing a a bare room with stone walls, nothing else in there aside from Destrian and their captor, a small figure -shorter than Destrian, a little, and slim though that may be irrelevant depending on their weapons- wearing a black cloak and a bird-like mask, similar to ones worn by doctors in areas struck by plague. 

“There was really no need for them to keep that on here. I apologise,” they said smoothly, tossing the sack aside. “How are you feeling?”

“I’d feel a lot better if you could take off these ropes too.” “I’m sure. Regrettably, that’s not an option.” Not an ounce of sympathy in their tone. “I don’t wish to harm you. Cooperate with me, and you’ll walk out of this unharmed.” 

“What do you want from me?” Destrian scowled. Not being able to their face was unnerving.

---

"Get off me! Let me go, I-" Eldwin yelped as he was all but tossed outside, a spike of pain shooting through his wrist as he landed awkwardly. The ground was a horrible mix of white and grey with snow still falling, already a wet chill seeped through his ragged clothes. Iron gates slammed shut without a word, the foreman already retreating. Eldwin scrambled to his feet, clumsily in too-big boots, grasping onto the metal bars and shouting desperately after him. "Wait! I'm sorry, please, I won't do it again! I need this job, it- it's winter, I'll die out here, sir, please!"

"Not my problem. Go to the workhouse." Was the only reply he received. Eldwin let his arms fall slack to his sides, a lump in his throat. He couldn't go to the workhouse, even if he wanted to. But that was the only option anyone would offer, wasn't it? No one wanted to hire a street rat at the best of times, let alone two weeks before the winter festivals. No one would feel bad for leaving him to starve or freeze, because there was always the workhouse.

So he trudged along through icy streets, arms cradled around himself ignoring the nagging ache in his wrist, pretending he didn't hear the leering drunkards on near every corner, pretending his body wasn't wracked with uncontrollable shivers, that his fingertips weren't already turning blue, the fingerless gloves he wore for work offering little protection. It was still early in the night, the work hour for most just ending; it would only get colder.

---

He kept his head hung low, watching concrete fade in and out beneath him. Every step was agony, coursing through every inch of his body and it was all he could do to keep one foot in front of the other, slumping further into the Handler's arm. It felt like they'd been walking for hours when they finally stopped at the bottom of a stairwell. He eyed the stairs with trepidation, internally bracing himself when the Handler crouched down, placing one arm behind his knees, the other on his back, lifting him up in one fell swoop.

"'m gettin' too old for this," The Handler grumbled, beginning the ascent.

"I can walk," Eldwin protested weakly, sharp pain tearing his throat when he spoke. The Handler snorted, making no move to let him down.

"With how you were swayin' there's no way I'm letting you walk up six flights of stairs."

His ribs jolted with every movement and he bit his tongue to keep from making a noise. His good hand curled tightly in the Handlers shirt. Shame crawled unpleasantly up his spine, but he felt too pitiful to care.

[dickarchivist]

BESTIEEEE could i trouble you for a kiss prompt of….

a hand (or both) placed gently on their cheeks!!!

With Banshee pleaseeee? 👉🏻👈🏻🥹

Banshee Babes I have a snack for you pspspspsps

Feels Like Home

Clone OC Banshee (pov) X gn!Reader

Word Count: 1324

Prompt: First Kiss prompt list: a hand (or both) placed gently on their cheeks

Rating: G, but minors DNI still 🔞

Contents and Warnings: none, it's really cute fluff ♡ there is a bloody nose from a punch at one point, but that's really the only thing.

Summary: Banshee loves you (that's it, that's the fic)

Author's Notes: Thank you @anxiouspineapple99 for asking for this fic!! Immediately when I read it I heard Banshee in my head go "Can I tell this one?" so it's written from Banshee's POV!! Kinda reads like a one-sided conversation in Ban's head, like he's thinking directly to you.

As always, Banshee mostly signs. All Sign will be in italics without quotation marks to show the difference between spoken word.

I miss you.

It's been... kriff I don't even know how long. I think last time I saw you, it was sunny... yeah, it was, I remember thinking how pretty you looked with light dancing in your eyes. I wish I'd kissed you then. Before that too, when we were at 79's and I heard you laugh at one of Phantom's shitty jokes.

You talk to him a lot. Makes sense, he's got a lot to say... I wish I could speak more to you. I just-- can't. I don't know why. My voice is fine, I remember you saying it was pretty once, when you heard me laugh. Made me blush. Kriff, Specs wouldn't let me live that down for weeks. "Sing us a song with your pretty voice, Banshee~"

He was just poking fun, I smiled at it, rolled my eyes, but I hated it. I hated that I couldn't sing like a bird right then and there. I flipped him one instead, we rough housed, and then before we knew it, we were on another battlefield.

I want to tell you everything. I hope it's enough just to want to. That when I put my arm around you, you know I'd do anything for you. That when I look in your eyes all I can think is how lucky I am to have been made, because I get to look at you even for a second. I get to hear your laugh, even if it's muffled it's still the prettiest laugh I know. Or your voice, ah kriff, I could listen to you talk all damn day.

I do, sometimes.

That message you left on my commlink, I saved it. Play it when I'm in the field so if I go, you're the last thing I hear.

"What'cha thinkin' about Ban? You've been staring off into space for like... twenty minutes. You okay?" Athena. She's small, I could throw her pretty far if we combined my strength and her force jump. I think General Valka would kill me if I launched her though.

Nothing, but that's a lie, I'm thinking about you.

"Somebody's lying~" I could punch Phantom right now, that sing-song jeering makes me so- ugh, "You're thinkin' about that babe, aren't you? Vod when ya gonna ask 'em out! Better do it before I do, I make em laugh you know, bet I could get em to make other noi-"

I punch Phantom. I don't even realize I did until Athena gasps at the blood running down Tommy's face. "Kriff I was joking Ban! Ah! What the hell!?"

I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't- he swats my hands, effectively shutting me up.

Ghost comes in later, he looks disappointed. I wish he'd look angry. "Anything to say for yourself?"

No. It was out of line.

"It was. So, why'd you do it? It's not like you to take a crack at Tom in earnest, lucky his nose didn't break." He chuckles, and I'm relieved at that. Didn't hurt him too badly after all.

But I can't answer Ghost... I don't want him to think less of me. Punching my brother just because I got jealous of even the thought of him taking you from me, and you're not even mine? Oh shit, why's he laughing? Hey, stop that, what's so funny?

Why are you laughing?

Ghost smiles, "You're in love huh? That person from 79's, the one you keep staring at? If Tom made a pass at them, I get why you punched him." He pats my shoulder, and I feel myself bristle, but he just shakes his head, "Look. Apologize to Tom, but between you and me, he deserved it. You should tell them when we get back, think you'll be happy with the answer."

I miss you more now. For three days, I miss you more and more. When The Crypt finally lands I can't get off the ship fast enough. "I'LL TELL THEM TO MEET YOU AT THEIR PLACE!" Ghost calls after me as I take a flying leap from The Crypt's still opening door.

I turn around, run backwards a click so I can sign my thank yous and wave. As I'm rushing through the crowds, the streets, you chime into my helmet. I can't pick up fast enough, I accidentally hang up on you in my excitement. Thankfully you call back immediately.

"Hey, I know you don't talk, so just listen! Ghost called, I'm headed home now, I'll be a few minutes but if you beat me home, just let yourself in okay? The code is your number! I'll see you soon, ahh I can't wait to see you I missed you!!! Bye Ban!"

You missed me... You missed me!! My legs carry me faster than before, I can't stop the smile on my face. It almost hurts my cheeks, I just want to see you already!! The streets here all look the same, where's your door? I know it, I know it, come on, which one-

"Ban!!" It's you. It's you! Where are you, from above? "Banshee look up! To the left, Ban!"

My head snaps around, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I get to see your smile. My heart beat pounds in my chest, my cheeks are hot, Maker you look so beautiful...

I rush the stairs like my life depends on it, feels like it almost might. My body knows the aches of battle well, but this ache is still new to me. The physical need to be close... I yank off my helmet and fling it to stop at your feet before I crash into you.

With your arms around my shoulders, your legs wrapping my waist, every part of me feels whole finally. You smell like sunshine in the cold, like fresh bread from a real bakery, you smell like you, and it's my favorite scent of all. You smell like home.

Once your legs are under you again, I still don't let go, I can't. I've waited too long to hold you, to see you, just be near. I'm not letting you go. Your hands are so soft...

I lean my cheek into your palm, smiling down at you as I continue to catch my breath. Stars I could look at you forever. The way you run your hands over my head, feeling my short hair. You'll come back with ink on you, I know it. The others just drew on me, I hope there's nothing bad up there... I love the way your thumb feels against my lips. The way you map out every part of me, like you're seeing my face for the first time all over again. I love you. Kriff I love you so much I can barely stand it, I--

"What are you thinking about?"

"I love you."

No. No no no. No I didn't-- I didn't mean to say it like that, I'm sorry, please stop looking at me like that, no, I'm sorry, p--

What was that? Do it again.

Your lips on mine... I move forward, careful, trying to mimic the same thing, but- oh... oh that's... you'd move your lips on mine, I move mine the same, slow, softer this time. Am I doing it right? You don't stop me, I think I am. You pull back, breathing hard as I am, smiling so brightly... you're everything to me. You feel like home.

"I love you too, Banshee." You giggle, and my heart sings. One hand leaves my face, I can see ink on your fingers, just like I thought. 1666, you really did use my number as your code... you love me.

As we move inside, you stop, gasping at a sudden realization, "Oh stars, that's the first time I've heard you speak! I didn't know you could!"

I can't help but laugh. Of course that's the first thing I say to you. Of course it is.

[yanderefarm]

bunny i kid you not i have a classmate (who used to be my friend) who's rlly into true crime *in that way* LMAOOO they unironically call richard ramirez their boyfriend, owns merch of him, and disrupts class just to talk about him to a degree that even our professors r put off by it (which is wild when u consider that my profs r clinical psychologists and r usually very chill and understanding) i rlly wish i was lying dawg 😭

noemie im sorry but i need to put u in time out 😔💔 /j

or maybe we can put him in timeout until he realizes that the only serial killer he should be simping for is us 😓👉🏻👈🏻 i didn't realize that serial killer darling could possibly have rivals in neomie's stan list, just like how neomie could have rival followers lolol

darling needs to return neomie's possessive energy, and make sure he doesn't get outshined by other serial killers in his piggy's heart!

- 🍮

i am so sorry for you. that sounds awful.

i think his love for other serial killers went away when you came into his life bc ur the hottest one and the coolest. but definitely in highschool he was the really weird kid who wanted to bang school shooters and everyone kind of low-key thought he'd be one one day. y'know? he wouldn't have just to be clear but those were his vibes

but i just wanted to bring to light that him being a fanboy for slasher darling is not like normal horror fans wanting to fuck slashers. its like if ted bundy was a myth but some people knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he was real and one of them really wanted to bang him.

would you still wanna bang mothman if he was real but he was just some guy who ate rats

[legacyshenanigans]

Hi dear!

I hope your day is lovely and you're feeling well (don't want my favorite writer to get sick or anything 💕)

I was wondering if you'd like to do a little something about Daddy Gaunt (not daddy-daddy... The real one 😏) or maybe Mrs. Gaunt's reaction about Marvolo and MC.

You just give so much personality to these characters that I'm a sucker for more interactions between them!

Thanks !!! Sending you lots of love !! ✨💕

Hiiii 💗 I've been up for around 2 hours but so far my days been OK 😊 hope yours is too~

Thank you so much, I'm glad people want more Guant stuff 👉🏻👈🏻 because I LOVE writing it. Lots of love to you too 💚💚

(I will, of course, state that their father would absolutely not tolerate his sons, being with a half breed (which my MC is) he only tolerates MC being in their home because he and his wife had an argument about it, and she told him that MC was a nice girl, who helps out Ominis alot, but he doesn't particularly like her, as I said, he just tolerates her)

House of Gaunt🐍

An awkward conversation.

Aleister: *walks into the living room as Marvolo is reading with Rerek wrapped around him again* Evening..

Marvolo: *nods his head* Father.

Aleister: I say, Marvolo..Could you satisfy my curiosity?

Marvolo: *raises a brow and puts down his book* I can try?

Aliester: *sits on his chair in front of the fire* That...Thing..Thats always here.

Marvolo: .....Thing? Father?

Aliester: The half breed..That hangs around with your brother.

Marvolo: *the conversation peaking his interest, but also making him feel slightly anxious* ...What about her?

Aliester: *narrows his eyes* You two seem to talk..Alot as it goes.. I've seen you.

Marvolo: *tries to think of a lie* Mainly nonsense..Mother told me not be rude to her while she's in our home..I respect mothers wishes.

Aleister: Hmm..*Leans forward slightly* You wouldn't embarrass the family, would you, Marvolo? You'd never..Copulate..With such a woman? Or couple up with one?.....It's bad enough that your brother is friends with her

Marvolo: *feels uncomfortable but doesn't show it* Never..

Aliester: *leans back* Good...You're better than that, Marvolo...You were BORN to be better than that..

Marvolo: *small subtle frown* Anyway..Must go, Father.. *stands and leaves the room heading upstairs*

Rerek: OoooOooOh you lied to your Daddy *hissy laugh*

Marvolo: *parseltongue* Quiet Rerek..Its not like that..And you know it..

Rerek: *teasing tone* the coupling up perhaps not..But the copulation I KNOOOOOOW happens *hissy laugh*

Marvolo: *rolls his eye's*

~

[spaceratprodigy]

could i bother u for more thoughts on faith and max in a mock apple orchard 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

@gayafsatan — I would absolutely LOVE to brainstorm some fun ideas of them in a mock apple orchard!!

I've been replaying again so they've been rotating around in my mind a lot extra hard and was especially thinking about mock apple picking bc the botanical labs also has a lil orchard where you can pick mock apples up off the ground! But I'm currently in Roseway so oughhh.. ideas....

I want you now I am going to ramble a LOT so please bear with me I swearsies it'll be more fun if we get the full lore dump from my brain 😩💖💕

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👇 ROSEWAY THOUGHTS 👇

(I AM GOING TO TALK ABT ROSEWAY THOUGHTS AS A WHOLE AND THEN EASE INTO SOME SILLY MOCK APPLE ORCHARD IDEAS AT THE END OKAY. OKAY ILY THANK YOU).

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My thoughts are very chaotic and rambly so let me try to walk though my ideas lmao

Roseway is typically where I peg Faith's death wish arc happening, and to summarize what all that entails, it's when the mask slips and the weight of everything finally hits her in full force.

I always envision this story happening over a long period of time so a lot of time has passed since first arriving at Edgewater and the Groundbreaker.

Halcyon. Her situation. Her identity. The life Phineas threw her into abruptly and his expectations for her. Making split second moral decisions where no matter what someone is going to get hurt. Being so alien and alone, no one to understand her or believe in her predicament but having to be the mysterious competent captain regardless.

It finally gets to her. Bad. And she makes some self destructive decisions. She gets sloppy, careless, hoping someone else will end this nightmare for her. Until they almost do.

I am swiftly brushing past many details so we don't get too lost in the sauce. But Max went after her, found her collapsed and injured bad, carried her back to the ship for Ellie to do whatever she could, and then stayed by her side for as long as it took for her to wake up.

This is such a key moment for them getting closer. Because there was a lot of frustration and emotion and being forced to confront the possibility of feelings existing, but nothing they fully understand or are ready to acknowledge as such yet.

She tries to brush past the subject of what happened, deflecting everything until he raises his voice in a way he hasn't since she gave him the journal and she threatened he never talk like that to her again. And it was enough to break through her facade, for her to show just how utterly broken and vulnerable she is, and they have a proper fucking conversation about where she's at mentally. He still isn't ready for the truth about her life before. But it's a step forward.

There is a lot of patience and understanding and just. Yeah. A lot happens here. Some walls come down. There grows some room for them to become softer and closer over more time.

All of this is important because a short piece I had written a long time ago took place in this area roughly after this incident.

It was a personal outlet vent piece, I will be honest. When I wrote it it was after I had a very bad panic attack after an awful scare. And I wrote it into Faith because I just wanted to get some feelings from that experience out of my system.

The shortened version of that one is Faith recovering from a bad episode, trying to calm her breathing, waiting for her ears to stop ringing and for her vision to come back. Her legs gave out on her and she was sitting under the mock apple trees. Her voice locks up on her when she's seriously distressed. Yadda yadda yadda, Max had brought along his datapad so she could communicate anything important and she was incredibly confused because she knows he doesn't like using his datapad ever and then rendered even more speechless to know he brought it specifically for her in case something like this were to happen again. It ends with her just asking if he would keep talking to her, and they sit there under the mock apple trees for a while, in no particular rush to get anywhere.

And after this point, I think the mock apple orchards become a really peaceful, therapeutic spot for her when she just wants a moment to herself. Sits there, breathes, takes in the Roseway scenery and collects herself before jumping back into the horrors of Halcyon. Spends some time picking mock apples to take back to the ship.

I've been having a lot of ideas of her asking Max to go with her. I'm of the mind if she'd ask directly that he'd either decline, or at least pretend to be uninterested but she's the one who asked so he accepts the offer.

But I can see her being vague and just saying that she's heading out if he'd join her and she leads him to the orchards. By this point they're already often in each other's company, she indulges his interests often, letting him be the one who is finally listened to. But in general, they get along very well in conversation when it comes to a handful of similar interests and their personalities and attitudes bounce off of each other well.

(In my story anyway, since she spends an extended amount of time in Edgewater and the Vale, there was also a lot of time spent doing some early bonding with Max. So do with that info what you will. They're not likeee besties yet but they're much more than strangers by this point, ya'know? Just to get an idea of where their familiarity with each other is at and why there's enough respect and trust to some extent already existing. Not to mention how much time they had spent on the Groundbreaker).

They'd be having such a peaceful time away from the rest of the crew.

Oughhh hear me out, okay, Faith loves to bake. She doesn't even ask, she just makes Max hold her bag open while she starts collecting mock apples and after they finally head back to the ship she figures out how to make mock apple pie for the crew 😭 we already know Max doesn't care much for sweets (I wonder how sweet or tart a mock apple pie would be.. Faith girl what all Halcyon ingredients are you adding to that bad boy) but.. what if.... After everyone goes to bed...... He tries some anyway........ Because she made it..........

Most of what's bouncing around in my brain is them early on having wholesome bonding time in a spot just for the two of them. Just enjoying each other's company. Realizing they have genuine respect for each other, Faith feeling like she found a genuine friend who went to lengths further than anyone had in her entire life to make sure she survived. I am specifying Faith's feelings here intentionally. I write Max in a more complicated spot very blinded by his revenge scheme more or less unaware for a long while just how much the lines start blurring between his faith and his Faith. To put it succinctly. (Look I know I'm always drawing The Good Stuff™️ but in actuality their relationship is suchhhh a slow burn. They are not the most romantically inclined people lmao).

But also.. once she realizes she can talk to him when she needs to. I think coming back to this spot, off the ship, away from the crew, she just likes it there. She likes being there with him. She finds comfort in that spot.

OKAY BUT DO YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE WOULD BE CUTE.... they should come back here.. post-scylla and post-gorgon...... Ya'know......... The first being when they establish not wanting to be apart and the second being when they want to make that partnership a permanent one......... ASKING HER IN THE MOCK APPLE ORCHARDS WOULDN'T THAT BE DARLING ough okay I need a minute my brain is going too fast to comprehend

My Roseway ideas aren't the most cleaned up I know BUT so many important bonding moments exist and oughhhh LOOSE IDEAS ARE STILL WORTH TALKING ABOUT OKAYYYYY

I just want them to go mock apple picking together and learn how to get smiles out of each other and not understand why it makes their chests hurt but they know they need to do it again

ACTUALLYYYYY post-scylla when he's much more mellowed out and they're the closest they've been I think would be so so nice. they'd be so much softer and he'd probably be so much more involved in wanting to enjoy silly lil activities with her.....

Currently imagining him reading out loud to her, all the conversations they'd have, maybe he brings his tossball cards to show her, maybe they bring one of the lil games, have a lil makeshift picnic....

Godddd the transition between just how much enthusiasm he shows spending time with her is enough to make me explode. Can you see my vision. The reluctance, to the hesitancy, to becoming absolutely inseparable.

I HAVE A LOT TO THINK ABOUT BUT I'M GETTING SLEEPY SO SENDING IT!!!!!!

Literally feel free to add on or share your own thoughts I'm begging you lmao I promise there is so much room for ideas to be fleshed out and better put together, I'm mostly just spitballing what all I think would be incredibly fun ideas to work with. Plus I'm kind of thinking across the timeline and how much their relationship would change between each visit. And how over time they would enjoy it more and more and make each visit more special than the last.

WAIT BEFORE I LOSE THE THOUGHT!! They make a stop RIGHT BEFORE HEADING TO SCYLLA TO GO TO THE HERMIT'S LODGE!! Oh that could hurt so good omgggg. Okay okay I need to stop now I NEED TO STOP.

[storiesofaot]

heeey! what do you think about Hange and Jean's relationship? 👉🏻👈🏻

Hi anon! Ooh that is a great question! I have to admit that, even though I really liked Jean’s development over the four seasons, I unfortunately haven’t given much thought to his relationship with the people around him in general. So I apologise in advance if this may not be the (in depth) answer you might have wanted! 🫣

Something which I think connects both Hange and Jean is their wish to do the right thing. They may have different ways to approach things (she can be quite impulsive, while he is more on the analytical side) but they both are willing to give everything in order to save the people around them.

I always like to remember that scene where they are fighting Kenny’s squad and Jean simply couldn’t bring himself to kill that woman who was attacking them (even though Levi had told them not to hesitate). He put a word in for Reiner when Hange wanted to kill him and she gave in; he saved Hange from being killed by the cart titan - he doesn’t want to lose any more people to death, which is also one of the reasons why he joined the Survey Corps, right? Because of Marco’s death. Only one human life is incredibly valuable to him. Hange is very similar, she was willing to do everything to stop bloodshed (Genocide is wrong), and when she had to kill some of her (former) comrades while she was hiding with Levi, we could clearly see how much in pain she was when she cried. Also, I believe that Hange decided to join the Survey Corps because she too had strong feelings about titans and wanted to do everything to stop them, so there’s another parallel.

Hange definitely values Jean’s opinion a lot, like in that scene with Reiner which I mentioned above, where we can see that she trusts him. And she is willing to face the consequences of that decision because she is convinced/he convinced her that it was the right thing to do.

Jean respects her a lot, which we can see in that scene in season 4 where he struggled with the decision of which side he wanted to be on and is tempted to simply “take a step back”. It was her talk about their fallen comrades which convinced him, and again we have that as a connection between the two of them. They both wanted to live a happy and peaceful life, but they decided against their dream, gave up on their dream, in order to do the right thing.

They are both great leaders in their own ways, and I’d like to imagine that Hange might have considered him as the next commander as well, for she knows his strengths and his way to approach difficulties, and those would have definitely made him a great leader!

(And they have both fallen in love with an Ackerman 🤭)

I think I focused more on their parallels rather than on their relationship per se, but I still hope you liked this little analysis 🥺 And thank you so much for your question, I really enjoyed thinking about this!!

[chiss-ticism]

please talk about them forever? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Oh, tysm!!! (I really wish I could use the crying blood emoji on here) I'd love to gush about them but I think I'd hit my limit with this post. I did type this out not too long ago, though!:

I haven't worked out the specific details of when he and Evelyn met, though at the moment I'm fond of the idea that Bonnie introduced the two of them at one of their annual Palle Grande's. The two got to talking about the future of the sect and general Sectarian politics, Eve taking a liking to him and suggesting he take up the sword for the betterment of the Sect rather than allowing it to languish by the wayside. After his Anointing, the two would be attached at the hip. Inseparable, save, maybe, for the machinations of the Dark Father himself. Or of his grandchilder :(

[damelucyjo]

Let’s spend some time with Little Lasso!

Episode 8 - We'll Never Have Paris

Oooh this is a cool montage

Haha angry Rupert 🖕🏼

Yeah, that’s not a happy Ted 😕

How are neither Jake nor Michelle incredibly awkward over this?? I feel awkward just watching them!

It’s nice that Ted & Michelle can joke and pretend he’s not there ✌🏼😂

Uh oh, awkward. Again.

Okay, so the red & blue magnets are gonna mean something, right? Because we’re sure the matchbook does

Prince Henry 🫡 Nice one, Mae

(They are some sad English Breakfasts, I’m sorry)

He doesn’t need to know, nor care, what you are, Jake!

Big piece of cereal making a come back! Does Ted know there are 100s of other cereals available or…?

Ted, why would they bring Henry to you for the weekend if they were just going to fly back to America?? Come on, dude

Oh poor Ted 🥺

YYEEEAAAHHH!!!!

Of course Keeley thought she’d have to play 😂

Show off your ‘girlfriend’. Sure, Jan 🫠

‘Does he need another fake niece’ 😂 Keeley, please never change!

Nate, keeping tabs on Richmond 🥺

Okay, I’ll say it again and again but JADE & NATE ARE CUTE!!

Of course he shaved and showered 😂

Fiona Apple 😍

Oh poor Keeley 🥺🥺 Juno making me want to climb into the TV and give her a big hug

Will making a game out of getting Henry to do his work for him 😂 well done, king!

The guys at the window 😂

I like how none of them ask him why he’s asking where they’d propose. They just answer 😂

Also Beard’s answer made me audibly say ‘aww’ 🥹

ROY KENT ASKING IF HE WANTS TO TALK?! My baby’s come so far 🥰

Or maybe not 😂

Jeremy’s run 😂😂 oh that got me!

Welcome new pup, Trent 🫡

“I’m her ex-husband, not her current father. So, no” 😂

Roy wanting nothing to do with these meetings but always listening from his desk and getting involved anyway 😂 love to see it!

Beard is done with your bullshit, Ted. So is Higgins! The guy ran down and up stairs for you! HE’S GONNA HAVE LEG CRAMPS IN HIS SLEEP, TED! DO YOU NOT CARE?!

The pointing 👉🏻👈🏻 😂

‘You should find out before you flip out’ sound advice there from Higgybottom! 👍🏼

‘Woof’ PROTECT TRENT CRIM WITH EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!!!!

Nate trying to have his own diamond dogs meeting 🫣 The poor boy really thought Rupert would show up 🫣

‘Love Hounds’ 🫠

‘Never let them know how you feel. It’s very expensive’ Disco, you’re fun 😂

‘Are we in trouble now’ poor Roger 😂 he must get ‘told off’ a lot 😂

BISCUITS!! BISCUITS!! This is not a drill 🚨 🚨🚨

Rebecca, channeling her inner Hannah 👀😂

The boys playing with Henry is too adorable! (I wish she’d gone to the window to see it, though)

Look at these two, talking like a married couple🫠

‘The Eiffel Tower is just a lamppost with a publicist’ 😂😂

Oh, he pulled out a ‘Rebecca’. That means he’s serious. And she knows it with how quick she agreed to help 🥹🥰

There’s a whole discussion to be has here over whether she really did call a PI like he asked, or she just said she would because she knew it’d calm him down enough that he wouldn’t continue to spiral so bad 🤔

That smile at the Oscar Wilde line was totally Hannah trying not to laugh 😂

His sad little high-five to the tree 🥺 (you can’t convince me Jason didn’t do that because he knew how much Hannah loved his ‘high-five tree!’ from season 1)

I want to believe Barbra wishes she could say more to Keeley but feels like she can’t. I think they’d have a great friendship if they allowed themselves.

Juno is absolutely breaking my heart with all this. Just give her the awards now 🥺🥰

Jamie’s Lynx collection 😂

The fucking Sun 🖕🏼

Colin with another ‘joke’. In reality he’d be called out and accused of being gay for how much he makes these jokes

Rebecca deleted Candy Crush from his phone, for sure 😂

‘Fuck yeah, 24601’ 😂 I love how varied these boys are! Of course they’re fans of Les Mis

All these guys questions are brilliant, but O’Brien’s got me 😂 that’s gross, mate!!

It’s absolutely wonderful how they all completely switch as soon as they find out Keeley was one of them 🥰 Like it didn’t seem like a real thing until they found out how close to home it hits (but Issac only wants them to protect themselves, even though we all know it wouldn’t even be a thing the other way around because they’re guys and Keeley is a girl 🫠)

Will, what kind of picture you got to get a reaction like that from Jamie?! 😂

(I know story wise it had to happen like this, but why did Issac follow Colin out of the room? As close friends he surely should have trusted that he’d do what he asked??)

Listen here 📢📢📢THAT IS NOT A MAN WHO IS ANGRY HIS FRIEND IS GAY. THAT IS A MAN WHO IS ANGRY HIS FRIEND DIDN’T FEEL LIKE HE COULD TELL HIM 📢 📢📢

Keeley, baby, why were you taking topless photos for your teacher at 15?? 🤔 Rebecca’s reaction is exactly right

This whole plot point for Keeley is coming directly from Keeley Hazell and the line about choice solidifies that for me.

If anyone could change society it’d be Rebecca Welton ✌🏼

Just the fact she has to ask if she should be ashamed or embarrassed is heartbreaking 🥺

Alright Nanna, put your glasses on 😂

‘Just think of how many young women you are going to teach how to masterbate properly’ 😂😂😂 Oh, Rebecca. We all need someone who praises us instead of making us feel like we should be ashamed 🥰

Queen Rebecca humping her parents furniture to the point it had to be reupholstered 😂 I’d expect nothing different! Then blaming a non-existent dog is just *chef’s kiss*

‘I’ve got you’ 🥹🥹🥹 this woman is so maternal it actually hurts my heart she does t have a child

Poor Richard 🫡 😂

It was going so well Roy! Why did you have to ask her that?? 🫣 I’m disappointed in you, grandad 😕

Jack is all over the place. Having already watched the episode I know what is coming up, which makes this scene very important. I like her less and less every time I see her now 🫤

Of course Barbra is a party animal! Now I need a girls night between Barbra, Keeley & Rebecca 👍🏼😂

A Marcus Rashford book 😍

Totally unrelated but TED’S FLAT HAS AN UPSTAIRS?! I’m so confused 😂😂

Another cute call back to the kid Henry was bullying with them now being friends and starting a band 👍🏼 And a lovely little nod to Jason with the drums. Well done

Ted delicately trying to ask Henry questions about Michelle & Jake only for him to be asleep. Happens every time! 😂

Aww, they text each other goodnight and good morning 🥰 ADORABLE!

(I wonder who else does that 👀)

Fair enough for cancelling it, but why do these people never communicate?! Drives me crazy

So Jack doesn’t really care about Keeley. Am I the only one getting those vibes??

Fuck yes, uncle Beard! Love to see his & Henry’s relationship.

Okay but why do I want to see Beard, Ted & Henry at a rave now 😂

It’s actually incredibly sweet that he wants to go watch football. That’s his dads life that he doesn’t really get to see properly for himself. Of course he wants to actually witness it 🥹 Henry, you’re a good egg

Angry Beard having to stop at home first because of course there’s no question that they’re not going to that match. I LOVE THIS LITTLE FAMILY 🥰🥰🥰

Beard being at a West Ham match is full Richmond gear. YOU, SIR, ARE AMAZING!

So is this showing that Henry probably spent a fair amount of time with Nate when he was there the first time?? Or is he just a sneaky little shit who wants to mess with him!! 😂

These two would be incredibly cute if I weren’t so suspicious of Jack 🫣

Yes, be all over her until someone you know is around. Then refer to her as your ‘friend’ 🖕🏼 RUN KEELEY!

(I also recognise this Alyssa girl and a quick search shows she was in Downton, so maybe it’s from that 😂)

That’s a little strange for Rupert to text that to Nate 🤔 Surely he wouldn’t actually care???

I love Mae’s commitment to hating West Ham 🫡

‘You think I wanted to fucking be there’ 😂 of course not, but you’d do anything for your nephew and we love you for it, sir 🫡😂

Sidebar: Rebecca’s kitchen is gorgeous. Just like it’s owner 🥵

At home, comfy Rebecca is delicious, too

Unconsciously correcting his mispronunciation is terribly wifey behaviour, Rebecca 👀 You two aren’t fooling anyone anymore

IT’S NOISY!! TISH CALLBACK 🤔

‘You think I’m nuts’ as she’s munching on nuts, I mean…

He likes The Beatles because Ted does 🥹🥹

Uncle Beard is amazing 🥰🥰

I challenge anyone to listen to this song and not ‘ na na na na Hey Jude’ along 😂

It’s important that Ted has this conversation with someone, but I think it’s incredibly important that it’s with Rebecca. Yea, it is my Tedbecca loving heart saying this but whatever

‘You need to stop letting yesterday get in the way of today, Ted’ just like I’ve learnt to do! Yes, we’ll done, Rebecca 😂

She told you she couldn’t do it so why are you still going on about the statement, Jack. Put your listening ears on, woman!!

I’m so proud of Keeley for sticking up for herself! She shouldn’t feel ashamed for it and it’s disgusting that another woman is telling her that she should! And she’s telling her to her face that she cares more about what people think than her ‘girlfriend’s feeling. Bitch, bye! 🖕🏼

You don’t need her Keeley! You need to spend some time alone for a change!!

Subtlety showing Nathan doesn’t care about winning anymore. Nicely done 👍🏼

He’s evolving, guys! I’m excited!! I need him to rip into Rupert before he leaves, though

‘I love your smile. I like to see my boyfriend happy’ THEY’RE SO BLOODY CUTE!!

Baby boy Jamie’s grown up so much. I’m so proud of him!!

Of course he thought password only had 1 ‘s’ 🤦🏻‍♀️😂 so wise yet so dumb

He didn’t need to hold onto the bag that long 😂 that was weird

No fist bump 😂 FUCK YOU, JAKE!

He’s got the army guys in his window 🥹

Well that was another wonderful episode! A great one for Juno, especially. Fingers crossed for more Rebecca & Keeley besties moving forward 🤞🏼

I think Keeley Hazell did a great job on this one. Seems like a lot of her personal experience, and being the blueprint for Miss Jones especially, worked really well here.

[missionaria-protectiva]

Respond, she said something.

me in any social situation

The teasing in private was its own thing, but with Luke making exaggerated sighs and fluttering his eyelashes whenever Jacaerys happened to glance your way during the feast, he is now very nearly ready for the floor to open and swallow him whole. 

lmao I love Luke and I love their relationship

“I’m just impressed she’s made it three sentences without bringing up dragons.”

literally about me

"I'm sure you would never have any unkind thoughts, my Prince."

weeeeeeeeeeelllll......

“Perhaps you should show her your dragon, Jace," Aegon's drunken smirk turns Jacaerys' blood to boil, "I’m sure she’d love to see how big it is." He turns to wink at you.

Do not kill your uncle in front of her.

DO IT

Aemond turns with the hint of a smirk. Surprisingly, he addresses his brother, his tone cool and placating, "Let’s not cause a scene. We have a guest."

ok fine. thank you, Aemond

the scene where Jace introduces Vermax to reader is sooo sweet and well-written, I love it sm 🥺🥺🥺

Blame it on the heat, your mind chides, not on anybody in particular.

copium copium copium

“He’s always talking about you.”

promise? 👉🏻👈🏻

Lucerys, looking slightly guilty, replies quickly - "Nothing! Just talking."

don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious

His embarrassment is incredibly endearing; you smile softly, feeling equally flattered and infatuated. Shrugging one shoulder, you can’t help the flush on your cheeks. "I enjoy your company too, Jacaerys."

UGH, THEY'RE SO CUTE, they can't keep getting away with it

This makes you laugh gently and he pretends not to feel it in his chest.

oh my god, how DARE you, I'm obsessed with this line

Not a moment later, Aegon stumbles into view, a bottle of wine in hand; flanked by a few of his friends, all of them clearly inebriated.

not this guy!! who the fuck invited him

He could strike Aegon, he could knock him to the ground- 

doooo it!! do it do it do it do it do it—

“Well, I suppose we are disturbing your peace, then, aren’t we?"

he's smart 🥴

Oh Gods, kill me. Please. Or, kill Luke. 

careful what you wish for 😬😬😬

his mind betrays him, momentarily, as his gaze flicks to your lips. Still so pretty, glossy, kissable - he brings his eyes back to yours to find a charged, heavy air between you. 

kisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskiss

"Would you kiss me?"

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

His eyes flutter shut after yours do; with a slight lurch in your breath, his lips gently meet yours.

The stroll back towards the Keep is alight with whispers and gentle conversation; across the yard, Lucerys trains with Ser Harwin Strong.

HARWIN MY BOY 😭

this was soooo wholesome and refreshing, darling!! I loved every word, every phrase, every scene, thank you for writing it!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

˗ˏˋ These Days ˎˊ˗ Jacaerys Velaryon

jacaerys velaryon x Tully!fem!reader words: 7.3k requested: here + here synopsis: "Luke’s face brightens, nodding quick. “Oh, Jace loves history, he’d have mentioned it to me hundreds of times already if he knew you like it, too.” or: four times Jace and you are teased about each other. notes: switching povs. au - dance of the dragons does not happen; Rhaenyra & her family reside in King's Landing, Jace is aged-up to be around 20. reader has brothers and a cat and everyone teases her and Jace lol. also guys im so fr, i do not know any high valyrian, pls pls message me if you have corrections or if you'd be willing to help me with translations in the future haha! contents: brief mention of alcohol, just fluff. kissing. a bit of innuendo, aegon being an ass. feedback is appreciated <3 requests open. masterlist

THIS SUMMER HAS BEEN LONG AND SWEET. 

Stretched days, sun kissing skin, peace in the realm. Days unencumbered by anything more than his regular duties, Jacaerys Velaryon has begun to wonder if the changing of winter might bring forth anything of interest to the kingdoms.

A goblet falls to the ground near the table - a glance behind him, he moves to pick up the fallen wine cup and sets it on the servant girl’s tray, insisting gently and with a warm look to placate her apology. She sends a bow and he nods back.

Sweat beads at the nape of his neck and he gently wipes it from his hair as the cacophony of scraping silver and sharp laughs echoes through the hall. Yes, the summer has been fine; Though, as wonderful as Jace finds the warmth, he wishes more than anything for the chill breeze of Winter to relieve him from this feast. 

“It is quite warm here.” 

The words hit Jacaerys’ ears like a soft song, a beckon to turn his head. 

The lighting is lower than it once was, and Jace has trouble eyeing the roast that lies before him. The wine in his cup is heavy - Dornish Red, the kind that has left Jace with a fuzzy mind and hot cheeks; Though perhaps that has more to do with the girl next to him tonight. 

Respond, she said something. He blinks, nodding as he chances a glance at you; your hair looks so nice pulled away from your eyes, where he can see the lines of your face, those sweet lips, curling over a gentle smile. It’s warm in here, so warm. 

"Yes, it is.” He observes - wonderful conversation, Jacaerys. Gods, what is his problem?

Eyes stuck on you, that’s his problem - the cut of your dress is rather stunning, and the way you smile so gently has his stomach warming. 

It is not an unusual thing for a highborn family to visit the keep: Treating with his grandsire, Jacaerys remembers meeting lords and ladies with their children from all stretches of the seven kingdoms since he was no more than a babe. Though he has never once met someone so alluring before you arrived four days ago with bright eyes and a gaze that didn't seem to stop finding him.

Your arrival with your lord father from Riverrun was intended to be a routine matter of diplomacy and courtesy. Jacaerys had been present out of duty, standing attentively to the exchange as his grandsire the King was presented with your family.

He was nearly bored until his gaze fell upon you - an effortless poise as you’d greeted the king with a bow, your stifled smirk concealed with a duck of your head after your younger brother had tripped himself. 

Introductions had been made, formal and courteous. Of course Jace could not help when his heartbeat quickened under your stare; He had been introduced after his mother and Daemon, offering a polite bow and nodding gently despite the sudden rush of nerves as you curtseyed back to him gracefully. 

"It is a pleasure to meet you, my prince."

Though your brothers were brought to train in the sparring courtyard with Jace, it was you who he thought most of and sought out with the small free time he could scrape together. He’s always known his duty and his place, but rarely has he felt such a personal desire to know someone beyond the formalities of court.

Despite his best efforts to remain composed, Lucerys caught on to Jace’s newfound fascination quite quickly. The teasing in private was its own thing, but with Luke making exaggerated sighs and fluttering his eyelashes whenever Jacaerys happened to glance your way during the feast, he is now very nearly ready for the floor to open and swallow him whole. 

Thankfully, his aunt seems to be willing to relieve him of the silence he’d left in the wake of the less-than-engaging response.

“It’s usually much warmer here than it is in the Riverlands, especially on the eve of summer.” Helaena shares, nodding gently; thankful for the reprieve, Jace takes the opportunity to take another gulp of his wine, his eyes meeting his brother’s from across the table briefly. 

Luke’s grin is enough for Jace to poorly conceal an eye roll, glancing sidelong towards where his mother and grandsire sit, conversing with your lord father. 

Unable to resist, he turns back to you. “Have you enjoyed the capital so far?" He can’t help but want to hear your opinion on every single thing, still dizzy from the radiance of your smile, the shifting of your dress as you turn back to him. 

You seem to consider for a moment, grinning almost sheepishly in that way he’s come to notice you sometimes do. "It’s very different from Riverrun, but I quite like it." 

Your brother - of twenty and just one year older than Jacaerys himself, chuckles. "I’m sure she likes the company more." He mutters, nudging the second-born, a boy of seven and ten.

The younger brother has a laugh. "Yes, the princes are quite charming, aren’t they, sister?"

Something warm swirls in his stomach at the teasing words - flattered and slightly sheepish, Jace grins towards the plate below him before schooling himself. Across from him, Joffrey whispers into Luke’s ear. His eyes flicker down the table, where his uncles sit, speaking amongst themselves. A short breath leaves his lungs - at least they weren’t within earshot. 

It is entirely captivating and impressive how you maintain a polite façade, even as Jace notices you kick your brother’s shin under the table, "The company has been very kind." you even wear your smile with poise, proud chin tilted up.

“I’m just impressed she’s made it three sentences without bringing up dragons.”

A hearty laugh follows.

You did bring up dragons, Jace remembers—after he’d introduced himself to you, days ago. You’d asked, uncharacteristically shy as you tucked your hair behind your ear, where they were kept; Jacaerys, struck by your interest, had painfully stuttered his way through a half-brained response. 

He wonders if you’d like to see them.

YOU AGREE RATHER ENTHUSIASTICALLY TO SEE THE DRAGONPIT ONLY A FEW DAYS LATER.

It is a fine morning to be out - a gentle breeze, bringing the smells of the plants along the path to the pit and a hint of the ocean. Arm in his, you’ve fallen slightly behind the others; Jace, murmuring his apology, is pleased to see you shake your head.

 “It’s quite nice with just us,” You placate his heart as your eyes pass over the Hill of Rhaenys, observing the city and the Red Keep just yonder, “I’ve begun to learn that they can be a lot.” You sigh, eyes ahead on Aegon, who stumbles as if inebriated. 

A halt, then - your face has turned, cheeks dark as you shake your head. “Not to insinuate that the Princes are anything but-” 

Some kind of amusement flickers in Jace’s grin as he looks down on you. “If you’re worried about speaking ill of them,” Jace says with a wry grin, “don’t be. They're well aware of it. I have plenty of rather unkind thoughts about my uncles myself." 

You chuckle softly, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down Jace's spine. "I'm sure you would never have any unkind thoughts, my Prince." Your lips drip with tease- a thing you've begun to do a lot more as he's gotten to know you - but your tease is different. Your tease makes him grin like a fool, makes him stammer over his words half the time, but it also makes you smile even wider, talk a bit closer to him. He's come to crave it.

There is a desperate desire to see the way you seem to keen into him when he encourages your words, and so he leans towards you, “Not when I’m in such pleasant company.” He says lowly. 

There is soon a shadow trailing behind you and your response, whatever it may have been, is interrupted by his aunt, who sidles up upon your other side. “Good morrow, Jacaerys, Lady Tully.” She says quietly - Jacaerys nods at her. He’s always quite enjoyed Helaena, even if she can be a bit odd; her serenity and quiet is a welcomed presence whenever he sees her. 

“Hello, Helaena,” He greets her, watching the shadows of you and him morph to three-long as Helaena links her arm with your other; your cloak is a radiant color that nicely contrasts the gold of hers and the deep blue of his own.

The final stretch to the Dragonpit is sweet - Jace, listening as Helaena chats with you about the flora of the Red Keep, your own voice, interested and kind. Slow blossoms a fondness within his chest; he barely notices as Lucerys joins his other side.

“It’s so large,” You stare as you come upon the entrance; Your hair changes color slightly under the massive shadow of the dragonpit - flushed cheeks and slightly out of breath, your hand is still held lightly around his arm. 

His brother, noticing your position on Jace’s arm, sneaks his own hand through Jace’s empty arm; a silent tease as he bats his eyelashes at him.

Hiding a scowl, Jacaerys glares at Luke, swatting his arm and shoving him off his side. Stop it, his eyes hiss; Luke laughs to himself as Helaena tells you about Dreamfyre tranquilly. 

Jacaerys can nearly sense your growing excitement; he can only be pleased he got through the walk to the pit without tripping over his toes or being pestered by any other dawdling member of his family as the guards hold open the entrance; he and Luke gesture for you and Helaena to enter first.

Jace is pleasantly shocked to see you’re more excited than afraid - when he rejoins your side he can just make out a hint of a grin. Your fingers flex and spread over Jacaerys’ bicep; he blushes at the action, but you scarcely notice. 

“It’s huge,” you observe with wide eyes, craning your neck.

“It’s not so scary,” Lucerys promises you kindly; Jace conceals a smirk as you nod politely, grinning at the young prince. “If you say so.” You reply to Luke, “After you, then.” 

Jace turns - your eyes meet his in a small hint of amusement over his brother’s valiant chivalry. He can’t help the smirk as he nods to you in a mockery of his brother, “Yes. Please don’t be scared, my lady.”

Your eyes, fluttering and light as you roll them; a gentle swat to his arm and a laugh before you turn to trail after his brother, Jacaerys watching with a rush of tenderness before following behind you, your cloak gracing his shins as you run to catch up. 

The purple stain of wine upon Aegon's lips make him look ill; a prickle of apprehension trickles through Jace's spine. 

The handlers prepare the dragons for them. Aegon’s eyes rove over you in a way that spurs heat in Jace’s chest, turning to face you, taking in your awed expression.

“I’ve never seen a dragon before,” Your voice is breathless in a way that conjures less than appropriate thoughts Jacaerys must swallow down quick; you stare into the wide cavernous room, inhaling the ancient scent of dragonsmoke. 

 "First time, Lady Tully?” Aegon's voice is not sinister, but Jace knows better than to trust his uncle. He hums, turning to Jacaerys, but before he can run his mouth, Jace acts. "-Mind your tongue," Jace snaps, tone sharp with warning.

Unsurprisingly, this just spurs his uncle further. “Perhaps you should show her your dragon, Jace," Aegon's drunken smirk turns Jacaerys' blood to boil, "I’m sure she’d love to see how big it is." He turns to wink at you.

His nostrils flare. It is one thing to joke about such things around Jace and their brothers, but another to tease in front of a lady. Not here, Jacaerys reminds himself. Do not kill your uncle in front of her. He can see your face flicker from below his shoulder - you're rolling your eyes.

Yet Jace is rooted to the ground in anger; jaw clenching, he breathes heavy through his nose- yet before he can lunge at Aegon and throw a punch, Aemond turns with the hint of a smirk. Surprisingly, he addresses his brother, his tone cool and placating, "Let’s not cause a scene. We have a guest."

"Respect yourself, Aegon, or at least pretend to." Jace hisses, actively suppressing the urge to launch his fist into his uncle's jaw.

But a soft sensation on his side momentarily distracts him from seeing red - "Let's not entertain him," Your lips nearly brush against his neck as you rise on your toes, whispering into his ear. He swallows, willing himself to calm down, because Gods does he like how your breath feels against his cheek.

Aegon, eyes surprisingly clear after staring at his younger brother, scoffs. The tension hangs thick in the air; each person waiting for the handlers to return before visiting their dragons; Jace cannot bear to look at you and instead glares daggers into Aegon.

"I've always loved the smell of dragonfire," Helaena suddenly remarks wistfully, gaze lingering on the mouth of the pit - unexpected, a touch of innocence to her words amidst the strained silence. Aegon clearly becomes bored; distracted, he sniffs the air for his own try at nostalgia over the scent, and Jace glances with gratefulness to his aunt, who plays gently with the rings on her fingers, your voice soft as you ask her about her dragon. 

If there is a moment of hesitation on your part, it is when you first lay your eyes on the creatures. 

You’d watched in shock, plush lips parted as his brother had spoken with the dragon keepers about Arrax; Aegon had approached Sunfyre with a gentle smile and mercifully forgotten of anyone else’s presence. 

“And yours?” Your head tilts, a rhetorical question. Your smile is quite bright; it nearly makes Jace’s heart pound. "This way," he says, guiding you further into the pit. 

Helaena releases your arm with a small pat, allowing Jacaerys to lead you closer to where Vermax rests. At the noise Vermax lifts his head; Jace smiles fondly at the familiar eyes. “Rytsas, Vermax,” He calls as he approaches, greeting his companion. 

You trail just a step behind him, your hand remaining steady against his arm as you stare with wide eyes. "This is Vermax," Jacaerys introduces, unable to keep the affection from his voice, "He’s been with me since I was a babe." 

You turn to Jacaerys, your eyes wide with astonishment. "You’ve had your dragon since you were a child?"

Jace is rather pleased by your interest, nodding. “We rested in crib together.” He says, eager to see as your face changes, a nearly alarmed look flooding your face. “You-” 

He laughs gently at your expression, “As an egg, we shared a cradle. It is when we first came to bond.” 

You blink, turning to stare at the dragon with soft awe, enthralled. “You’ve grown up together.” You say softly, smiling. 

He sees your free hand twitch; with a rush of desire to share his love of Vermax, he leans to your ear. “You can touch him if you like.” 

You stare at his hand, outstretched to guide you to the dragon; Vermax, sensing the gentle curiosity in your demeanor, lowers his massive head slightly, his eyes fixed on you with an intelligent gaze. “Ziry iksos sȳz.” Jacaerys ensures. She is kind. 

You glance up at Jacaerys, a mix of awe and uncertainty crossing your features before grasping his hand; it is smaller than his own, warm and soft. He swallows back the surge of jitters at your touch, redirecting his gaze to where Vermax's scales gleam in the sunlight filtering through the dome of the Dragonpit.

"He won't harm you," Jace assures you quietly, his eyes watching your reaction closely, your eyes so wide he has the sudden urge to kiss your temple to ease the tension. Brave girl.

As you take a breath, you extend a confident hand towards Vermax's snout, your pinky looped through Jace’s own to ensure he remains with you; The dragon rumbles softly, a sound that reverberates through Jace’s chest familiarly.

"He's incredible," you exhale with sheer wonder as you stroke the dragon's scaled face gently. Vermax tilts his head slightly, seeming to enjoy the attention, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction; Jacaerys cannot contain the grin from spreading across his lips. 

"He likes you," Jace comments softly, his voice tinged with pride. You sook similarly proud when you turn to him.

“He reminds me a bit of my cat.”

THE KEEP’S LIBRARY IS A KIND REFUGE FROM THE BUSTLING OF THE CAPITOL. 

It is a lazy kind of afternoon, one after high tea with the other ladies of the court; you have since retired from the sun to the cool shadows of the library to enjoy some reading.

 You’re rather nested into a comfortable chair, leg propped quite unladylike upon the edge of the table in front of you; a tome on the history of the Seven Kingdoms rests precariously upon your thigh. You’re nearly lulled into trance at the soft parchment, ancient and rustling, and the stagnant sounds of the cavernous room. 

A spider meanders quietly across the shelf in front of you; curiously, it begins an ascent up towards the more ancient scrolls and you wonder which history it will begin to make its silky home within. 

The breeze of an open door rustles you just so; You are to meet the Princess quite soon and you really should freshen up - your hair has begun to fall loose from its style, unused to the humid heat of King’s Landing’s bay, and you’ve noticed your cheeks flush much easier lately. 

Blame it on the heat, your mind chides, not on anybody in particular. You bite your lip, willing yourself to not become distracted once again by thoughts of the Prince you’d spent quite some time with since your arrival. 

His voice, so soft and ensuring as he spoke in that ancient language of his to Vermax; hands, warm and guiding, as you reached for those warm scales. Not when I’m in such pleasant company, he’d said. You bite your lip, quelling the giddiness at the memory of his low voice, kind smile. 

The tales told of Princess Rhaenyra’s chivalrous, handsome eldest son were nothing in comparison to his real self; A strand of hair slips loose and tickles your neck, you conceal your smirk with a bitten lip. 

A rustle in the aisle just to your right snaps you to attention - drawing your leg to return to a proper sit, you clear your throat; a flash of brown locks walking down the aisle. 

Cheeks flushed, you squint - not Jacaerys, you realize.  

The visitor walks past and you clear your throat, heart returning to its pace as you register the Prince Lucerys; you find yourself pleasantly happy to see the young prince, especially as you watch him search the top row of shelves upon his tip-toes. He is much more tolerable than his uncles, as well - charming and playful, much like his brother, with more of a nose for mischief, if not a bit hesitant. 

“Prince Lucerys,” You call to him, hiding a small smile as the boy jumps slightly, head turning at your voice. 

A distant cough from a maester somewhere in the depths of the aisles, a rustle of a page elsewhere. The prince grins when he sees you. 

“Hello, my Lady.” He nods politely, book in hand as he crosses the row to you. “What are you reading?” 

You gesture down to the book - larger than your head, dusty, and written by some Maester decades ago that had less than coherent calligraphy. “Nothing too exciting, I’m afraid,” You don’t wish to bore the prince with your interests, “Please, sit-” You say, scooting as he hovers in front of you. 

As he does, you flip to the cover, finger tracing the bound spine with a small smile, “Just a book on the history of the Seven Kingdoms."

The prince nods, eyes tracing over the cover thoughtfully, "I’m not so good with history. My brother is much better, he’s always loved history.” 

The mention of Jacaerys has your heart beating hard in your chest; hoping for nonchalance, you nod, “I quite like history, too - I suppose I’ve yet to mention it to him.” The piece of hair near your neck becomes too much; you should really be getting to the gardens to meet Helaena, but you must re-do your hair lest it drive you mad. 

Had it been a week ago, you would not have dared to let yourself remain so unladylike in front of a member of the royal family; but in your days in King’s Landing, you’ve come to grow quite comfortable with Lucerys and his brother. He would likely not even notice your less than ceremonious state, and if he did, his mother has taught all her sons to be quite respectful. 

Lucerys’ face brightens, nodding quick. “Oh, Jace loves history, he’d have mentioned it to me hundreds of times already if he knew you like it, too.” He sighs, looking away as if forgetting with whom he is speaking, “He’s always talking about you.”

You, having half-undone your hair, pause as your curiosity piques. 

Heart hammering, a flustered heat imbues your skin, your hands resuming to pull pins and re-fasten them to hold your hair. Jace talks about you?

You cannot help the smirk that grows - if he were here, he'd probably be mortified.

Luke seems incredibly distracted by the pins you pull and place on top of your book; you lift a brow, a warmth climbing up your chest as you tilt your head, unable to resist prodding with a heat upon your cheeks. “Is he?”

Lucerys nods, though his eyes track your hands as you set a jeweled pin across from you. “Yes, he’s always speaking of how much he likes-” He stops abruptly, eyes wider than a deer in a hunting field; you resist a grin with a bite to your lip as it must begin to dawn on him he’s spoken too much. 

You should resist. He’s clearly panicking - Luke is no longer interested in the mechanisms of your hair pins, now staring at you with parted lips like a fish starved of the ocean. You shouldn’t prod, lest the Prince become unable to breathe or pass out in a panic.

You lean back, remaining as casual as possible despite your fluttering heart. "How much he likes what?" You ask him, pulling the last pin - your hair, down and natural, frames your heated cheeks as you begin to gather it again from the heat of your neck. 

A door somewhere opens, footsteps echoing down empty stone floors. A maester passes by, head in a book. 

Lucerys' face is pink as he scrambles to cover his tracks, clearing his throat. “Er, how much he likes your company."

You can’t help but smile at his attempt to recover, heart soaring as you consider your fondness for Jacaerys. You try not to let your voice betray Luke’s failure to convince you. 

“Really? That’s good to know." You say evenly, playing your hardest at nonchalance as you hide a grin of flattery. Jacaerys, taking an interest in you?  

Yet before you can probe further, a call from behind a shelf: you recognize the voice at the same time as the boy across from you. Both of your eyes widen, yet for very different reasons.

“Luke, where’ve you gone? Maester Pyne is convinced you’ve run off-” 

Jacaerys rounds the aisle, stopping straight as his eyes meet yours; heat envelopes you, stomach dropping at his height, staring down at you. 

The cloak he wears is a dark red; framed wonderfully with his curls, your eyes trace the slope of his nose, the slight part of his pink lips. 

As his face turns a similar shade to his cloak, he greets you with surprise. “My Lady,” He nods - you can barely greet him back with a smile before his eyes flicker suspiciously to his brother. "Luke, what are you doing?" he asks cautiously. 

Lucerys, looking slightly guilty, replies quickly - "Nothing! Just talking."

You can’t help the feeling of delight in the way Jace’s long dark lashes flutter as he stares death down at his younger brother; But his eyes turn soft under your own demure smile when you speak up.

“Your brother was just telling me how much you enjoy my company." 

Perhaps it is just to see him squirm - to confirm that he, too, feels the tickle of attraction, of interest. You silently thank the maiden for your resilience against teasing; your brothers first mortifying you in front of Jacaerys at the feast nights ago, you’ve tried hard to school your infatuation until you can squeal and smile into your pillow in the safety of your bedchambers each night. 

At your words, Jacaerys' face turns a brilliant shade of red, much like his cloak - his sharp jaw clenching as he sends a look to Lucerys. "Was he?” 

A rhetorical question; Luke averts his eyes to the table as you purse your lips. After a moment Jace’s eyes slide from the heated stare at Lucerys back to you, nodding, a hand running through his curls, “Well, I… do."

His embarrassment is incredibly endearing; you smile softly, feeling equally flattered and infatuated. Shrugging one shoulder, you can’t help the flush on your cheeks. "I enjoy your company too, Jacaerys." You ensure him, moving to finish the last pin within your hair, effectively bringing it back to its tamed state. 

You do not wish to, but you could not leave the Princess waiting alone. With a clearing of your throat, you rise to your feet.

 "If you'll excuse me - Princess Helaena promised to show me where the largest beetles crawl in the gardens.” You explain with a smile to the two in front of you; one, staring at you as if begging you not to leave him alone with his vexed older brother, the other watching you with exceedingly kind eyes and very red cheeks.

You stand, brushing invisible dust from your gown before curtseying. “Good evening, Prince Lucerys,” You nod, eyes flickering to the honey eyes of Jace, standing with full lips and full brown locks; you cannot resist giving him a final, coy smile. “Prince Jacaerys.”

You do not let yourself linger much longer; briskly walking away, you conceal a small pleased smile at your newfound knowledge - Luke’s voice echoes in your mind. He’s always talking about you.

As you stride towards the exit, a muffled thud of a fist hitting clothing is followed by a hushed whisper; harsh and incredibly apologetic. "I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say anything-"

"-Just be quiet, Luke.”

“Jace, I really am-” 

An exhausted sigh - “It’s fine, really."

You smirk as you push open the doors, excitement tingling in your stomach. It is fine. Really.

THE SUN CASTS INTRICATE PATTERNS IN THE STONEWORK OF THE GARDENS. 

Jace does not spend much time here; only when accompanying others does he ever really venture out to the gardens, often too occupied with training, lessons, or other duties. Yet today the sun is so warm on his skin that it feels a crime not to spend some time underneath it. 

The book he’s studying remains lit despite his respite under the shade - Battle Tactics of Far Essos - and all that remains otherwise is the rhythmic clinking of a blacksmith's hammer in the distance.

“Prince Jacaerys.”

He nearly jumps; it’s been well over an hour since he last spoke or was spoken to - this section of the gardens scarcely find themselves visited. 

Yet you stand in the foreground, hands clasped and a smile on your radiant face. 

He cannot help himself as he matches your expression; a smile of his own, flustered but warm, as he stands to greet you. 

“My lady,” He blinks away the surprise at seeing you, of all people, here. After yesterday, he’s been torn equally between wanting the ground to open and swallow him whole at the thought of seeing you, and waiting anxiously for the next opportunity to see your smile, make you laugh. 

It is a sweet kind of torture, he reminds himself. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” You say kindly. 

He nods, “You mentioned the gardens the other evening, I felt like enjoying them for myself.” He explains, setting his book down behind him. "I've yet to find any large beetles, though."

This makes you laugh gently and he pretends not to feel it in his chest. He watches as you rock on your toes - a girlish thing, one more youthful than your age, but it is incredibly endearing to Jacaerys. 

He must have been staring too long - you look down, cheeks warm. 

“Would you care to walk with me?” You ask, voice sweet and welcoming. He runs a hand through his hair - a nervous habit, one his mother so gently tells him will make his curls even more unruly. 

“I’d love to.” He agrees, cheeks hot. 

He should be less surprised by now at how conversation between you flows so easily - you are kind, smart, funny, and incredibly endearing; a confident woman, just shy of his own age by one year and two moons. As you walk under the sun, your cheeks become more full of color - his knuckles brush yours accidentally when you become distracted by a bushel of bright yellow flowers and he has to hide his sharp inhale with a clearing of the throat.

Gods, pull it together Jacaerys, he scolds himself, sending you a nod as you begin to explain the pollination cycle of the plant before you. You’re knowledgeable, and each question he asks, you seem more eager to answer. 

He’s never found the gardens particularly interesting, but as you softly tell him of the soil cycles and how to replant non-native flowers, he finds himself growing more and more charmed. 

Your lips are quite plush - glossy, pink; he wonders how they’d feel upon his own as you continue to walk, the path winding deeper into the garden. 

After a half-hour, he nearly forgets about the embarrassment of yesterday - a piece of cotton from the cottonwood trees nearby floats, catching the sunlight.

He watches it for a moment as it lifts and ducks, swaying and teasing, until it nests itself into your hair; you're telling him of the time your brother trapped a wild hare with just sticks and twine, and he stops abruptly, causing you to halt your tracks inquisitively.

Not a moment to consider his actions, his fingers reach to brush the piece of white out of your hair.

He cannot help but hover for a moment as your sentence tapers off, eyes waiting as you stare up at him. Gods, it is so warm out today. A pad of his finger brushes against your jaw, feather-light; his cheeks heat at the feeling of your skin against his own.

You open your mouth, but sharp rustling and a snort of laughter from behind the hedges jolts you both.

With shock, you both spring apart, startled - Jacaerys' heart sinks as he recognizes the unmistakable voices down the path. Fuck.

Not a moment later, Aegon stumbles into view, a bottle of wine in hand; flanked by a few of his friends, all of them clearly inebriated. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Aegon drawls, a drunken smirk on his face. "Having a little rendezvous in the garden?"

Jacaerys feels his face heat with a mix of anger and bitter embarrassment - is there no cease to the teasing in this castle?

"What are you doing here?" he demands, trying to keep his voice steady. 

Aegon ignores his question, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I didn't know you liked midday strolls in the garden, Jace," he teases, swaying slightly as he takes another swig from his bottle. "Or is there more to it?"

Jacaerys steps in front of you slightly, his jaw tightening. "What do you want, Aegon?"

Aegon laughs, the sound grating upon his ears. "Just enjoying the lovely day, dear nephew,” His gaze shifts to you momentarily, a playful glint in his eyes. “-But it looks like you're enjoying it even more." 

He could strike Aegon, he could knock him to the ground- 

“We were enjoying the quiet, Your Grace.” You say, face ever polite, hand gracing Jace’s arm just out of sight of the others - it sends warmth through him. 

Aegon raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by your words - a warm flush of pride in Jace's chest at your gracefulness. "Enjoying the quiet?” Aegon’s head tilts, eyes flicking from you to where Jace stands, fists tight against his side. “Well, I suppose we are disturbing your peace, then, aren’t we?"

Jace’s knuckles are white, teeth clenched as he sends a false nod to the man in front of him, "Yes, you are. So if you don't mind..."

Aegon waves a dismissive hand, his smirk fading slightly, "Alright, alright. No need to get so worked up, Jace. We'll be on our way." He turns to his friends, motioning for them to follow - as they stagger off, Aegon calls over his shoulder, "Enjoy your stroll!"

Gods, sometimes Jace swears he could kill that imbecile.

Once they're out of sight, Jacaerys lets out a long breath, turning to you while trying to let go of the frustration laced through his shoulders. "I'm so sorry about that."

You shake your head, grasping his hand in yours gently, “-Oh, it’s nothing. My brothers can be similarly tiresome. I'm...used to him, by now.” 

oh, right. He nearly winces recalling the dragonpit; Aegon's foolish words. The meddling in Jacaerys' interests is something he is quite used to from his uncles; yet after the soft smile you give him, resuming your slow stroll through the garden, he begins to forget the irritation that simmers within him.

Eventually, you slow to a stop, eyeing a small alcove under vines and stone pillars with a small carved fountain - encouraging, you grasp Jace's hand and lead him over to it.

He spares a glance down at your hands as you pull him to duck under the shade of a nearby pillar, soft and much more smooth than his own calloused palms.

Vines trickle low like the gentle water that escapes the fountain in rivulets, sneaking near his shoulder and dangling above your head as you clear your throat, whispering his name gently in a way that has his chest squeezing with affection. 

“I’ve been thinking,” your voice is barely above a whisper; Jace has to stoop over you slightly, bending so he might better hear you over the birds chirping and blacksmith in the distance - your cheeks heat even more at this, and Jace saves the observation for another time. 

 “-About what your brother said yesterday when I saw him in the library.”

Jacaerys can’t help but stiffen slightly, stomach dropping - Gods, what an idiot Lucerys can be. “What did he say?” His voice is much less calm than he intends.

You turn your face up to his own and he watches how your eyes adjust in his shadow, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “He said you…talk about me, a lot.”

Oh Gods, kill me. Please. Or, kill Luke. 

He cannot manage his blush - eyes darting away, he soon becomes extremely interested in the stone wall beside him. “Luke has a big mouth,” he mutters, embarrassment leaking through his voice.

It isn’t until he sees your shoes step closer to him that he catches your smile, the genuine kindness in your own eyes. Your voice is that coy tone as you shake your head gently. “I didn’t mind, my Prince. In fact…” You bite that pretty lip again and he resists an urge to free it from between your teeth with his thumb.

 “-I was quite flattered.” You confide.

He glances at you, stomach flipping in delight, “You were?”

Your face is quite close to his - he can see the ring of color outside of your irises, how you have a small scar on your brow. “I like knowing that you think about me.”

Your voice is again that dallying tone, blinking slowly up at him - he's caught your game by now.  “I do,” he admits dumbly, spurred on by the infatuation in your voice, entranced by the way your hand slides up his bicep. 

“Do you?” your tone is teasing - none the harsh tease of his uncles, nor the jesting tease of your brothers; no, this tease is special, he realizes - flirty. Just for him. 

He nods, heart beating faster by the second as he watches the flush spread across your cheeks and chest. “Of course I do,” He smiles, “You’re unlike anyone I've ever met."

Your own smile widens at his words; his heart skips, unsure why someone so stunning would ever choose to give him the time of day. "As are you," you say softly, your eyes locked with his. "I've really been enjoying our time together."

Jacaerys nods, his heart pounding in his chest. "As have I, " he admits, his voice barely above a whisper as he says your name.

Your hand brushes against his arm; gentle, shy - it sends a shiver down his spine. 

You hum, "My brothers were right, you know?” 

He tilts your head at your words, and your lips twist into a smile - mischievous enough to light his abdomen with warmth. “The princes here in the capital are quite charming.” You grin. 

He can’t help but shake his head good-naturedly, biting his lip to conceal a pleased smirk. “Is that right?” He asks, allowing his hand to gently graze the side of your arm; Your breath hitches, just slightly. Jace nearly melts, his heart thrumming within his chest in a sweet pattern - it sounds almost like your name. "All of them?" He teases. Your nose scrunches up slightly and he feels lightheaded.

"Only the ones who talk to their brothers about me all the time."

Your eyes are so bright, even in the shade, and he wonders how anyone could ever tire of looking into them - his mind betrays him, momentarily, as his gaze flicks to your lips. Still so pretty, glossy, kissable - he brings his eyes back to yours to find a charged, heavy air between you. 

Perhaps he is simply caught in the moment, but he swears he hears you incorrectly as you whisper once more over the rustling leaves. "Jacaerys," your eyes are so wide, "Would you kiss me?"

He swears he cannot breathe for a moment, heat flooding through him at your question. 

Neither can he help the rush of adrenaline at your words, his heart pounding in his chest. Searching your eyes, there is a vulnerability and desire that so mirrors his own; His voice catches in his throat for a moment before he manages to respond, "Would I...?" He repeats softly, testing the reality of the moment.

It is simply a kiss you asked for - not for him to take up the black and relocate to the Wall - yet there is a bashfulness and curiosity in your voice that tugs at the back of his mind. 

Gods, you must have suitors falling to their knees at your feet. Jace knows he would; in fact, he’s shocked he hasn't already. 

You nod, your strong gaze steady. Your eyes seem to swallow him, stare into his very soul. "I would very much like it if you did." You whisper, your own eyes flickering down to his lips, watching intently as his tongue presses to the back of his teeth, biting his bottom lip gently.

Jacaerys has had his share of experiences, and yet he’s never found himself so completely enamored, so desperate to feel someone’s lips against his own. His heartbeat is nearly in his throat. 

You blossom brighter than any flower in the gardens as his hand rises to cradle your soft cheek; a breath against your forehead that has your sweet eyelashes fluttering. “I would- I would too," Jacaerys murmurs, stammering his way through his sentence like a fool; still full of disbelief that you've chosen him, taken an interest in him. His thumb brushes lightly against your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin under his touch.

The sunlight is dappled, the blossoms fragrant; even the sound of the breeze through the brush fades away as Jacaerys leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wish. 

To his relief you stay, pushing up on your toes as you lean into him, breath mingling with his own. His eyes flutter shut after yours do; with a slight lurch in your breath, his lips gently meet yours.

It's a soft, tentative kiss; a sweet exploration of unfamiliar territory, your lips just as plush and gentle as he’d imagined. Your hands slide over his chest, leaning further into him - he’s hit with the sweet scent of your perfumed oils; nearly as intoxicating and lovely as the sigh you let out. 

His heart races at the way you lean into him, his fingers spreading over your jaw and the small of your back. Jace cannot help but deepen the kiss softly, leaning over you and gently pressing you back; you let out a quiet noise, one that sends a rush of excitement through him, as your back brushes the stone pillar behind you.

You smile gently against his lips; it brings him back to the present, his head dizzy and heart pounding as he pulls away. It is with a thrill that Jace watches your lips chase after his, just slightly. 

Your hands remain upon his chest as he pulls back, thumb sliding over your cheek with disbelief. “I…” You trail off as you purse your lips, smiling gently, “Thank you,” You say. Affection spurs through him. 

He lets out a soft chuckle, unable to hold it back as he tugs you closer once more, “Why do you thank me, dove?” He whispers, shaking his head; he’s nearly embarrassed by the unexpected pet name that escapes his lips, but the way your breath catches makes his own heart flutter. “It is I who should thank you,” He breathes. 

Your fingers trace small patterns into his chest and it makes him nearly dizzy; not as much as when you quickly surge up onto your toes, pressing your lips quickly to his again.

His brows raise as he kisses you back, too short and too late. You pull away with a large smile, laughing softly as he chuckles too.

"It's as if you're trying to make me forget how to breathe," he says breathlessly, unashamed of the giddiness of his voice. You seem to like it, anyways.

You grin. "Maybe I just enjoy seeing you blush." you retort, your tone light and teasing. "It's very charming." You inform him with a giggle. He rolls his eyes, but pulls you to his side gently as he ducks away from the shade.

The stroll back towards the Keep is alight with whispers and gentle conversation; across the yard, Lucerys trains with Ser Harwin Strong. Jace holds back a huff as Aegon trips while tightening his chestplate; a sardonic smile on Jacaerys’ face, he turns to you, "I hope he hasn't soured your view of King's Landing," he tilts his head; you do not need to hear Aegon’s name to know what he means.

You watch Jace for a moment - then, your eyes glance around; before he can blink, you’re pressing a kiss to his cheek, just above his jaw from your passing height. 

Jacaerys grins stupidly large down at the stone floors as your hand comes to his arm, shaking your head gently. “There's no reason for you to worry, Jace," you reply so kindly. "You've more than made up for it."

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CAITIE.. i require sage wisdom..

so basically there’s this really cute guy i have a crush on and he just got the linebacker of the year award and basically im just asking if would i look weird if i brought him a batch of homemade brownies (his favorite) under the pretense that i’m just happy he won the award-

I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF HE LIKES GUYS.. I’M PRETTY SURE HE DOES..?

i followed him at night about a week ago and he followed me back at like 6am so probably right when he woke up.. i saw that he had a girl in his highlights so i basically gave up and put a sad lil note on my instagram and i’m pretty sure he thought it was about him and now she isn’t in his highlights anymore? (i feel like a piece of shit cause of that.)

also whenever i post on my story.. he only likes them if my face is in them or if its some corny lil romantic musings.. just last night i posted a story talking about how ‘he’ could be the apollo to my hyacinth.. i posted a lil story after that which said “sunlight gleams off his skin in such a mesmerizing way.. thats why’d he’d be a good apollo, that plus he has good music taste.”

AND THIS COCKY FUCKER LIKED IT GRAHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😡🤬😍😡😍😡😍😍

so sorry to ramble but all of my friends think he likes me and i need an outside perspective.. love u caitie!

(P.S.. i had my friend ask him what his favorite dessert is.. IM SO SCARED THAT HE’S GONNA CONNECT THE DOTS.)

SAGE WISDOM???? you speak so highly of me!🥺👉🏻👈🏻 absolutely you need to make brownies for this boy!!! i don't want to sound FOR CERTAIN bc i'm the most nervous and unwilling person when it comes to confessions + dating, but i definitely think like there's some positive signs of reciprocation being sent your way🥰🥰🥰

putting your foot in the door but still giving him freedom of response as well as more time for everything to develop naturally is best way to go about things. it's never, EVER wrong to do something nice for somebody even if the outcome doesn't specifically meet your goal. Best case scenario he catches the signs, and worst, you can play it off by simply being the sweetie peetie pie you are for even wanting to celebrate him in the first place for the achievement!! i honestly see berry few downsides to this in general :) ... even if he ends up catching on, maybe that will help long term? (it makes sense to me tho bc if someone were to bake me something i'd enjoy it even more if it were my favorite, right?)

the crush phase is absolutely THEE worst thing ever tho, esp. the thinking of what could be-part.....so i'm wishing you all the luck in the world and am supporting you throughout the entire thing!! def keep doing what you're doing if the hinting is WORKING hehehe but also, don't be too down if things end up different somehow!!

i'll always love u (too) no matter what happens, even if there will be fireworks if/when you nab him!!❤️‍🔥thank you for trusting me with this🫶🏻