#and it lasts literally forever like the scent doesn’t leave my clothes until i wash them which i love so much

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Hi Clari what type of perfume do you and your bf use? Cause I use a bunch and bf usually smells like whiskey and cigarettes and I usually try to spray him with one of mine since my nostrils are extremely sensitive and he makes my nose scrunch up I always been the sweet sugary girl and he’s much of the sour and strong. He still loves me and I still love him he’s such a daddy material ahhh I love him sm.

hi!!! so my favourite perfume ever & my ‘signature scent’ is jimmy choo eau de toilette which, to me, smells like freshly washed white linen hung out to dry on a crisp summer day HAHAHA. the other fragrance i wear often is jimmy choo eau de parfum, which is a lot sweeter n rly flirty + playful to me. i am really loyal to these two fragrances and i don’t really wear much else, but the other perfume i love is ysl black opium eau de parfum! v sexy, great for a night out imo.

my boyfriend has a very sensitive nose and he doesn’t like things that smell too strongly so he doesn’t wear anything other than standard deodorant, with old spice being the brand he favours (idk the specifics, he switches between a few of them). other than that, he naturally smells like clean laundry & whiskey when he decides to have a glass at night! c:

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Only You

( Angel Reyes x Reader )

trigger warnings : none i think, guys being dudes, soft at the end. Language maybe.

word count : 2.1k ish

You were difficult to figure out, that was one thing you knew very well. You’d grown up around teenage boys all your life, being rough, chaotic and careless is all you knew. It’s who you were. Everyone knew that, but what no one knew? Was that you very, very capable of having a soft spot for someone. It was rare, when you were in highschool you swore to yourself there wouldn’t be another man you’d let close to your heart, and you were doing so well being, well, that bitch™, that when you met Angel Reyes, it threw you off, horribly so. You didn’t know how to handle it, you saw him, and you wanted to make sure he was taking care of himself, which, was likely that he wasn’t. It only got worse when you and him quickly became the best of friends. For some reason, when you started liking him a little more than the rest of your friends, you were lost, so unfamiliar with any emotions, having shut that out eons ago. Somehow, you’d worked it out in your head that you had to be more mean to him than the rest of them.

You had come home late from work one night, you were exhausted, and very much irritated when you heard rustling and noise behind your door. Nearly groaning, you shoved the key in your door and let yourself in, clearly, the boys had done the exact same who knows how long ago. You dropped your bag, and keys on the table before wandering into the very noisy living room where Angel, Ez, Coco, and Gilly were sat on your couch, feet up, beer in hands. Clearing your throat was what caught their attention, their cheers of excitement hurting your pounding head. They looked happy, and relaxed. You wouldn’t admit it but that was your favourite thing to see. Except, Angel. He didn’t look impressed.

“well look who decided to show up.” he said with an unimpressed tone, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, sorry I came home late to guests I didn’t invite over.” you muttered, pulling your coat off and setting it aside. “next time i’ll let the boss know I can’t take the last shift there might be a bunch of weird men in my home.”

“you sure it was just a late work shit? You not fucking your boss?” he asked with a hint of.. something? In his tone. Who the hell did this man think he was? Rolling your eyes once again, you didn’t have the patience to fight with Angel tonight, you’d said your boss was attractive once in response of him gushing over some girl at Vicky’s and he hasn’t let it go since.

“Why? You jealous?” you asked, and very quickly got a reaction, he got defensive.

“No.” he nearly spat “why would I be jealous of your boss?” his arms crossed over his chest. The rest of them watched with wide eyes. Except Coco, who was too invested in Tiger King.

“Because you want to fuck me.” you said blatantly, he, and Gilly, choked on their beers as Angel quickly tried to regain himself.

“I do not!” he protested, coughing and wiping at his face.

“mhm.” you hummed, pushing off your boots and heading off to the back, wanting to just have a shower before getting comfortable for the night, hoping to forget, even for just a moment, that there was a bunch of home invaders in your living room. Just as you were shutting your bedroom door, you heard mumbles and a then very clear conversation.

“You wanna fuck [Y/N]?” Gilly asked Angel, Ez could only laugh, he knew his brother, he knew he did.

“no.” grumbled Angel.

“Isn’t that kind of gay?” asked Coco. “I mean - she’s one of us, she’s literally beat you up, she’s a bro. That’d be like fucking me.” You snorted at that, of course he’d say that shit. Always. “Isn’t she.. a lesbian?”

Next you heard “Oh shit I thought she was too.” from Gilly.

“She’s not a lesbian! She thinks Bucky Barns is hot, she’s said she wants him to crush her head with that metal arm of his.” Said Ez, you heard Angel huff like a child.

Great, you thought to yourself, now you have a living room full of idiots trying to figure out your sexuality. You grabbed a towel, rolling your eyes at your friends, and went for your shower. Washing away the days stress, replacing the stench of oil and hard work with your signature cucumber, aloe vera scent. You settled on a thick sweater and plaid pj shorts before heading back into the living room where you expected to see the rest of your friends, now more ready to deal with them until you went to bed, but when you saw no one, you grabbed a water and headed to sleep.

The next few days were an endless series of hectic, and tiresome hours put into work, every day something went wrong. You hadn’t been so close to having a total breakdown in forever, but the weight on your shoulders felt so heavy. You couldn’t wait to go home, you had the next two days off and you couldn’t wait but dream of catching dreams and nothing but that. But when you got to your door, it was unlocked. Pulling the gun from your waist, you cocked it and raised it as you entered, only to find Angel at your table with his head in his hands. Setting down your things, you locked the door behind you and shed your work clothes.

This was a routine whenever either one of you had a particularly hard day, you turned to one another, despite the endless banter, you two easily fell into being each other’s safe haven. You deemed it to be because you understood each other, like best friends did, it worked. At some point, though, you’d began to fall for Angel and you had no idea how to deal with it.

“am I okay to shower?” you asked softly, crouching down beside where he sat, running a gentle hand over his head. He aches for your affections, even the slightest of your touches calmed the man, but he knew that you had to be the one to instigate it. You hated physical contact, it was rare you trusted, let alone liked someone enough to let them touch you. You were picky with it. Angel respected that, though he did sometimes want to just pull you into a hug when his world was spinning, yet he didn’t. You saw it in the way that he involuntarily followed your hand that it was a hard day for him, when he nodded, you gently squeezed his shoulder. “okay, take off your kutte and boots and go lay in bed, i’ll be there after, okay?” when he nodded again and began to move, you headed off to the bathroom quickly to rinse off.

Not all that long after, you’d met him in your room, like you promised. You wore pj shorts, and a tank, he was in his wife beater and boxers. You climbed in, and lifted the comforter wordlessly, inviting him in. He quickly settled against you, his face laid against your chest. You trailed your fingers over his back, drawing soft shapes on his skin a mark that didn’t stain much more than his mind. You both laid in a comfortable silence, his hands were secured at his sides, eventually yours sat in his hair, playing with the short strands as he listened to your heart beat. He never thought he’d be more thankful for someone else’s beating heart.

“Do you like Bucky Barnes more than you like me?” he asked, breaking the silence after a while. You furrowed your brows slightly and looked at him. You saw his glassy brown eyes staring right back at you. Your heart melting at the sight.

“Angel, Bucky is a fictional character.” you answered simply.

“So you do.” he said in disappointment, sighing. Jealousy hung heavy over his head, perhaps it wasn’t just that, perhaps he had an exceedingly difficult day. When he started pulling away from you, you wrapped your arms around his head and pulled him in, the gesture was.. sweeter and much more gentle in your head, but everyone knew you weren’t the most graceful, so you accidentally jabbed him not only in the eye, but also picked his nose for him. Dismissing the fact that you did that, you took his face in your hands and had him look to you.

“Bucky Barnes has nothing on you.” you said, doing your best to sound reassuring.

“What about his arm?” he asked, puppy eyes on full display. This man will be the end of you.

“I’d let you run over my head with your bike.” you told him, trialing your thumbs over his cheeks. Something inside you told you that there was a fine line between platonic and romantic, and that you’ve both bolted passed that line ages ago, in private, at least.

“you really mean that?” he asked yet another question, you knew you were playing into his ego but you could only give in to him.

“i do.” you said, yawning. He wrapped his arms around you again, and settled back down. Shutting his eyes. You had a few minutes at best before you were out, and Angel knew that once you started yawning, it only took a little while till you were out.

But the next morning, when you slowly started to come back to the world of the living, you heard Angel mumbled something into the phone. Being the nosy son of a bitch you were, you listened in. “I don’t know, man. All I know is that if I don’t leave now, I don’t think I ever will. She doesn’t see me the way I see her, I can’t force this on her, I’ll lose her for good and I’d rather have her as a friend, but I can’t lose her. On god little brother I can’t.” he mumbled, and you felt your chest heat up. He was talking about you. To Ez. Shutting your eyes again for a moment, you took a deep breath and climbed out as you heard him rustling around. You grabbed one of the blankets, surrounding yourself with it to try to warm back up after your toes were kissed by the cold. You headed out of the room, your toes padding against the hard wood floor. You’d caught him in the middle of opening the door, and talking to Ez still.

“Please don’t leave.” You said, your voice soft, almost timid. Angel turned around, looking at you all wide eyed.

“Wh - huh?” he looked at you dumbfounded.

“Come back to bed, I’m cold.” you said, clutching the blanket tighter.

“[Y/N], I - I have to go.” he responded, fumbling with the phone in his hand as Ezekiel yelled at him to get his head out of his ass on the line.

“You’re an idiot.” You quickly shuffled closer to him, letting go of your grasp on the blanket, you reached up, cupping his face in your hands and you lead him closer to you. Looking into his eyes, you felt his hot breath brush against your face, taking a second to really look at him before connecting your lips to his in a soft kiss. This was definitely crossing the friendship line, but he was intoxicating. “Don’t leave now. Don’t leave ever.” you said when your lips parted for air. Your eyes on him, all you heard was his heavy breathing, and the cheering on the other end of the phone.

The sight of you right then and there let Angels heart melt into puddle, he hadn’t seen it before but you looked at him like he was the world, and he was, he was your world, even though you’ve quite literally sucker punched him in the stomach for taking your last cheese bun.

“So she’s not a lesbian right?” you heard Coco ask everyone.

“Coco I’m gonna beat your fucking ass.” you said, grabbing the phone before hanging up. “but first imma eat yours.” you tried to say in a serious voice, but the moment Angels face twisted in disgust, you lost it.

“Way to ruin the moment.” he groaned.

“You want me to bring the moment back?” you asked, raising a brow at him when he nodded. You reached up, brushing back his hair, taming the bed head ever so slightly, you brought your hands down to his beard, scraping your nails gently against it as you brought your lips back to his. “give me another kiss then, baby.” your voice drawled out softly, meeting his lips in a soft, yet passionate kiss.

Taking his hand after a few moments, you pulled him back to the bedroom, he was completely caught in a trance. So, as you walked, you set his phone aside, you pushed off his kutte and tossed it on the couch, you unbuttoned his flannel and tossed it on a close by chair. “Are you trying to fuck me?” he asked, bewildered.

“No, not right now.” you chuckled softly. “I want to lay with you, I want your warmth, and your smiles, and your laughter when I tell you some stupid joke, I want your arms around me. I want to hold you. Only you. Let me feel safe in your arms because I don’t anywhere else.” you admitted, pulling him into you. He looked like a lost puppy as you spoke, but then he fully dove into you, not wanting to look back.

“and after our nap? I’m making waffles.” you said in your donkey impression, making Angel roll his eyes. “Angel baby.. When we fuck I’m gonna moan like I think Donkey does when he and that dragon fuck, okay?” you ask, entirely serious.

“oh god please no.” he laughs, hiding his face in your chest.

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[wtf-yoongi]

“I need one of those baths”

pairing | yoongi x reader

genre/warnings | literally how can giving a bath to yoongi have any warnings except for it’s 100% fluff and i’m 100% soft

words | 2,576

note | i had this idea and i’m sorry in advance oh man

Your head instinctively turns.

The TV is on. You’re sitting down with your legs close to your body when you hear a sharp noise coming from the door. You know it all too well – it’s Yoongi’s keychain hitting the wooden door with the many other keys he just has to carry around with him.

From the moment he walks through the door, you know it’s been one of those days. His hair is sticking to his forehead a little bit and he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Even more so than usual.

It’s that time of the year again. Deadlines are almost here.

You know that not just because he casually mentioned it like it was nothing a few weeks ago, but also because of the way his shoulders don’t really fit into his usual posture and he seems to push every single body cell to just drag himself to the sofa and collapse next to you.

You notice there are little pen stains on his fingers that he couldn’t wash away.

“So I’m guessing it was a productive day at work,” you start slowly, waiting for an affirmative response. “It’s past 10 p.m.”

“I guess you could say that,” he says with his eyes closed, his voice small and calm despite looking like he just crossed the whole desert to come home. “I’m sorry for being so late, but there’s still some adjustments and…”

“How much time left now?”

“Ah, a couple more days, I guess… Until we have to send some things for them to hear.” Yoongi moves his body slightly, trying to make himself more comfortable. “I don’t wanna talk about that, I’m sick of talking about work.”

He laughs lightly at his own statement and opens his eyes, right hand looking for yours. When Yoongi finds it, he immediately intertwines your fingers and brings them closer to his chest.

“I need to ask you something, though.”

This guy has plans. You nod your head for him to go on.

“I need one of those baths,” he confesses in a very low voice and a small smile appears on his lips. He knows you know what he’s talking about.

“Wanna spend the bath card so early in the month?” You ask with a raised eyebrow. “Must be serious.”

“It is,” he agrees. “Very serious indeed. Literally, the whole next album depends on this.”

“I thought you said it was almost finished,” you scoff, turning your whole body in his direction.

“Yeah, but the finishing touches are like the icing on the cake, I can’t mess it up now or everything will be ruined.”

You both laugh lightly, almost as if you’re trying not to wake up someone sleeping right next to you.

“I’m so tired, and tense, and stressed out from work, I just need it now,” he tries to convince you, kissing your knuckles for better effect. 

Even if it is supposed to sound exaggerated, you know with a heavy heart that it is actually true. He’s just making fun of his own misery as he usually does. It’s a self-defense mechanism. 

“Come on, it’s my bath card, I can use it wherever I want.”

“Yeah, and a week after this you’ll forget you’ve used it already and ask for a bath again.”

Yeah, that has happened, like, a thousand times before.

“Can’t I just get an advance from the months I won’t be home?”

“You’re getting advances for as long as I can remember, how is that fair to me? I don’t get advances ever.”

“I’ll give you ten baths before going on tour, I promise,” he holds onto your hand a little bit tighter and smiles again. “Please, I just need it.”

You take a deep breath and close your eyes, faking an annoyance you both know it’s not there. You love giving him baths – it’s just one of those intimate things that no one knows about. It’s like waking up in the morning and lazily dragging yourself closer to him as he whines a little bit from wanting to sleep more and not be disturbed, but welcomes you in his arms anyway; or Yoongi brewing coffee and serving you a mug exactly as you like it even though he doesn’t and could never understand how you take your coffee with one and a half teaspoons of sugar (“it’s disgusting, you’re ruining it by trying to make it sweet”).

Without saying a word, you’re the first to move, reaching for the remote to turn the TV off and leave the sofa, dragging Yoongi by the hand he is already holding. When you look behind you, he’s still moving his feet like he doesn’t really want to move his feet at all, but at least he has a shy smile on his face – the smile of contained victory.

Upon entering the bathroom, you leave him for a moment to open the hot water tap on the bathtub and check the temperature until it becomes warm so can you can close drain. Meanwhile, Yoongi is slowly but surely moving his hands to reach for his toothbrush.

“You wanna wash your hair?” You ask casually, picking up the products from where they usually stay inside the shower. Looking over at Yoongi, he slowly nods, so you pick up his shampoo and conditioner too.

Looks like he’s going to fall asleep at any moment now.

You move over to him as he just finishes wiping his lips to get rid of the leftover toothpaste. He looks so soft and sleepy you just can’t resist leaving a kiss there when you get close enough to start stripping him out of his day clothes. Everything is so calm and natural it’s almost like you rehearsed it a thousand times – and you kind of actually did if you count the times this has happened in the past.

“If you fall asleep in the water, I’m gonna have to wake you up and you don’t like that,” you warn him with a smile, one he promptly, but lazily mirrors. “I don’t want you mad at me so you better keep yourself at least 10% awake.”

Yoongi nods slowly again while he helps you free his body of the ripped jeans. “I’ll do my very best.”

As soon as he’s in the water, you turn the tap to slow the flow. There’s a bath cup you bought for the only purpose of helping you give baths to Yoongi and that’s the first thing you reach for to aid you in bringing the warm water to his shoulders. He immediately drops his head in front of him and you can almost feel the tension starting to leave his body.

“Yeah, I really needed that,” he admits, taking a deep breath. “Thanks.”

“I didn’t even shampoo your hair yet,” a small laugh leaves your lips and you lean in to kiss his left shoulder. “I’m sorry about work, I know it’s too much sometimes.”

“It’s part of the deal,” he simply says, and you finally pour enough water to wet his hair. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. How cliché is that?”

“Ninety seven percent cliché,” you agree, picking up some shampoo in your hands to start massaging it into his hair. “But it’s true.”

“How do you think my hair is holding up after being bleached yet again?” He suddenly asks, mocking the state of his own hair. It’s not even a joke anymore, it just needs a break.

“Definitely holding on for dear life,” you both laugh on queue. “Not as bad as last time, though, I think this new shampoo is helping with something.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t feel as bad.” Yoongi inhales deeply, really enjoying the moment. “I love it when you wash my hair, you do it better than anyone else.”

“This is the epitome of idol who doesn’t even know how to wash his hair anymore because other people do it for him,” you mock him, taking your soapy hand and touching his face with it. 

He turns to stare at you with the most unbelievable smile. “It was supposed to be a compliment, you know?” He moves his hand to his face to wipe it off. “You do everything better than anyone in the team… But I think my opinion is biased.”

“Oh, really?” You ask with an unsurprised voice.

“Yeah, because you sleep in my bed and there are things you do that no one else in our team does to me.”

“Well, good to know, I guess?” 

You smile and keep working on his hair for a few minutes before asking him to close his eyes so you can rinse it properly. Next, you apply the conditioner in silence, turn the tap off completely and move on to scrub his back with that grapefruit-scented thing he loves too much. You can feel him starting to lean forward a little bit.

“Hey, don’t sleep on me,” you try to get his attention and Yoongi soon scratches his eyes. “Just a few more minutes, huh?”

Yoongi slowly turns his head to look at you while you soak the sponge with more water. “Could this last forever?”

“Your fingertips would turn into a pudding and the water would become cold and you would have a sore throat. And all of that in less than 17 minutes,” you smile at him as he pouts. “Come on, wash the rest of your body while I do your back.”

Yoongi is not exactly satisfied with it, but he does as you instruct and moves his hand to reach for the body soap while you massage his shoulders. He isn’t lying, he is tense. You try your best to relieve some of it and all of a sudden he corrects his posture to crack his spine. 

He laughs at your look of horror. 

You absolutely hate it when he does that. It sounds like he is going to break into two completely separate pieces. 

“Ah, that felt nice,” he fully smiles now, knowing pretty well how you feel about that. 

You don’t open your mouth to give him the satisfaction of a reply. Instead, you just move your hand to rinse the conditioner – and his shoulders in the process. Only a few minutes pass before you’re standing up again to grab a towel.

Opening your arms, you spread the towel to welcome him in. When he stands up, you immediately press the towel against his chest, then shoulders, then arms, only stopping when his still wet hands reach for your face. Yoongi leans in for a sweet and delicate kiss.

He doesn’t say anything – and, honestly, he doesn’t really have to. The way he holds your face in his hand protectively and looks into your eyes are probably worth hours upon hours of deep conversation. Nothing needs to be said anymore at this point, so he just moves his hands to circle around your whole body in a tight embrace.

You can’t count the moments you stand in the same position, but long enough so that his hair is dripping on your white oversized shirt, wetting the left side of your hair as well. His body is now growing cold even in the warm bathroom.

“You should get dressed,” you suggest, not having enough courage to actually move. 

“I think I folded that t-shirt I wore to bed yesterday and put it in the second drawer, can you get it for me?” 

He doesn’t move either.

“Sure,” you say, but nothing moves, not even the air around you. “You have to let me go, though.”

“I’ve changed my mind. I’m gonna stay here, freeze to death and get a sore throat, I don’t mind.”

“Stop being silly,” you laugh lightly and take a small step backwards. “You’re really gonna get sick.”

Yoongi reluctantly lets you go, clutching the towel so it doesn’t fall into the water. As you move into the bedroom to get his clothes, you can hear him leave the bathtub and finish drying himself off. 

You get back and hand over his change of clothes. “Are you going to blow dry your hair?”

“Probably should, but I don’t wanna,” he says, doing his best to take the excess water off with the towel and shaking it with his fingers. “Too lazy, too sleepy.”

“It’s gonna be a mess in the morning,” you warn. 

“It’s gonna be a mess anyway,” he corrects. “Who cares? I’m just going to the studio, a hat can cover it all up.”

After getting dressed, he looks at himself in the mirror and you know he’s wondering if it’s too bad to skip skincare for a night. The bags under his eyes are begging for some rest.

“Just moisturize and go to bed,” you laugh at the internal battle he is struggling with. “No one has to know.”

Yoongi finally gives in and picks up some of your own moisturizer for whatever reason. You don’t actually mind and help him out with some leave-in for the hair.

“I know you don’t really like to bleach it, but this color looks so good on you,” you compliment, both of you looking in the mirror. “I think this dark gray is my favorite.”

“It’s so close to black, though. I wish it was just black.”

“I think this is sexy, honestly.”

“Don’t try to change my mind.”

“I’m just saying!” You raised your hands in the air before washing them with warm water to get rid of the leftover product. “You don’t need it, but it looks good on you.”

“Come on, you can’t just say those things,” Yoongi whines, somehow finding a way to hug you from behind and kissing your half-exposed shoulder in the process. “I’m too tired for that now.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you laugh briefly, his movements tickling your neck, while trying to turn both your bodies to finally go to bed.

“Oh, but you did. You can’t just say something is sexy and move on like it’s nothing.”

“It’s just hair.”

“You said I didn’t even need it. Did you mean I’m already sexy enough?”

“I wish I had your self-esteem sometimes.” 

You move closer to the bed and try to pull the covers, but Yoongi is just making things difficult by not letting go of your middle. You’re not complaining, just… Mentioning.

He finally lets go for a few seconds, just enough for both of you to get under the thick comforter. As soon as you pull it to you neck, Yoongi is once again turning to your side, raising one leg to rest on top of yours. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

“This isn’t because you just gave me a bath, but I really do love you.” He has a shy smile on his lips and opens his eyes again just to stare into yours. “I also love you for giving me a bath, but I want you to know I would love you regardless.”

You can’t help but smile back. “I’m just glad you’re feeling better. Are you feeling better?”

“Much, much better,” he nods.

“Good,” you say, adjusting your face on the pillow to rest in a more comfortable way.

“Say you love me back before I fall asleep,” Yoongi asks, slowly closing his eyes.

“I love you.”

“Good.”

He immediately drifts off.

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7~ i’m awake but still sleeping

tell me your problems (i’ll chase them away) Internal scars can be difficult to deal with but Eskel vows to heal any that Jaskier is weighed down by if it’s the last thing he does…

A/N: it’s been a while bc i misplaced my motiviation (and forgot to crosspost) but heyyy...

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previous chapter

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Jaskier almost falls asleep on the way back.

Eskel feels it several times, feels the way his breathing evens out for a moment or so before he softly nods himself awake again. He doesn’t know why Jaskier doesn’t want to fall asleep but he’s not about to interfere so the two of them stay practically silent as they return to town.

Once they reach the stables, Eskel clears his throat. “Jaskier?”

Unfortunately, Jaskier had apparently just started to doze off again and starts so badly he overbalances and topples off the horse, landing with a harsh thud.

“Oww,” he moans, snapping Eskel out of his guilt.

Within seconds, he swings himself off Scorpion and offers Jaskier a hand, which is actually rather unhelpful because Jaskier has his eyes closed. Shuffling back a little, he clears his throat again. “Are you planning on getting up any time soon?”

Jaskier laughs weakly as he looks up at Eskel. “Can’t I just stay here for today?”

Eskel frowns, glancing over him. “You’re going to freeze out here.”

“I wasn’t being serious, darling,” Jaskier giggles, pushing himself up into a sitting position and crossing his legs, “but it’s good to know you’re capable of taking me seriously.”

He’s not entirely sure what that’s meant to mean so Eskel just offers Jaskier a smile and holds his hand out again. “Come on, let’s go.”

This time, Jaskier takes it, wobbling himself upright and taking a second to regain his balance before letting go of Eskel’s hand as if it were burning him. But Eskel pointedly ignores the strange sadness that flickers through his heart at that thought because it’s illogical to assume Jaskier would want to hold his hand anyway.

“Aren’t you going to secure Scorpion?” Jaskier asks, raising an eyebrow.

Eskel chuckles. “You don’t need to tell me what my job is, bardling,” he says before doing exactly as Jaskier had prompted, deciding that he can come back for their bags once they’ve had lunch.

He guesses that Jaskier feels the same about prioritising food because he doesn’t say anything until they get to the inn, at which point he straightens up a little and smiles. “Could we request a bath, lovely?”

The woman in place of the innkeeper raises an eyebrow at them, probably because they’re still soaking, but nods. “I’ll get someone to bring one up. Don’t get my bed wet.”

Jaskier nods seriously. “Of course not, we would never even dream of it,” he promises, leaving both the woman and Eskel to wonder what sort of dream that would be.

Either way, Eskel follows Jaskier up, both of them all but stumbling into their room. Jaskier makes a beeline towards the bed before groaning and changing his mind to sliding down along one of the walls, settling on the floor with his legs outstretched.

Eskel frowns at him, yet again wondering if there’s an injury he should know about. “You okay, Jaskier?”

Jaskier looks up at him with a strange expression. “Aside from the almost drowning?”

Eskel snorts. “Aside from that.”

There’s a small pause before Jaskier nods. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just, uh, thinking of what rhymes with ‘drowning’, and actually I might use ‘frowning’ since you’ve been doing a lot of that,” he teases.

As if proving Jaskier’s point, Eskel frowns at his words.

Which Jaskier picks up on immediately, giggling softly. “See, there you go again. Keep at it and I might have to sing about the frowning witcher’s adventures. Just a warning, though, metaphors about facial expressions are pretty challenging to get right and you’d be subject to amateurs saying things like-”

“I really don’t want to know,” Eskel interrupts, dreading to think about it.

Jaskier winks mischievously before going quiet.

As he does, an awful, bitter scent of something dark and decaying fills the room. Alarmed, Eskel makes to ask Jaskier if he’s upset about anything, but said bard grins before he can, springing gracefully to his feet. “Here, let me help with your armour.”

Eskel steps back instinctively and Jaskier falters, his smile fading. “Or I could not help you with your armour, of course. That’s always an option and I will very easily take it, no harm done. I… uh, sorry. I’m going to go… check on the bath.”

“Wait-” Eskel starts, but the door is already closing behind Jaskier, the dark scent fading along with his presence. So he just sighs and, albeit reluctantly, gets himself out of his armour, placing it in one corner as he waits for Jaskier to return.

It’s strange, he thinks, how quickly he’s taken to finding empty silence unsettling. He’s never been fond of pointless noise but a distinct lack of Jaskier makes him question how much he actually likes the silence as an alternative.

And he’s not sure exactly how long he spends questioning that but eventually, Jaskier’s voice drifts into their rooms as he re-enters, followed by two women who place a steaming bath down on one side before leaving, exchanging the softest of whispers with Jaskier before they do.

Jaskier’s smile falters again as he sees the pile of armour but he brings it back before Eskel can ask anything, gesturing to the bath. “Well, go on, darling. The water won’t stay warm forever.”

“Don’t you want to go first?” Eskel asks quietly.

But Jaskier shakes his head. “No, no. I’d burn, and a burnt bard is no good at all. The water is perfect for you so you need to go first.”

“But-”

“And of course, I need to wash that lovely hair of yours!” Jaskier interrupts, then bites his lip. Eskel resists the urge to ask anything and waits until Jaskier exhales softly. “That is, uh, if you still want me to do so again?”

If only Eskel were a bard so he could explain how much he truly wants that. But he’s not so he just nods, and thankfully Jaskier gets the message anyway.

Somehow, Jaskier’s fingers moving through his hair feel even better than last time. It’s barely past midday but Eskel could fall asleep right in the bath, that’s how soothing it is to have Jaskier take care of his hair, take care of him.

“Eskel?” he hears Jaskier whisper, promptly realising that he had actually almost fallen asleep. Again .

Slightly mortified, he clears his throat and sits upright. “Thank you.”

Jaskier makes a face. “For what?”

“For uh, for letting me use the bath first.”

But Jaskier just squints at him as if he’s being stupid. “You’re the witcher. You killed the siren. Of course you get the bath first.”

Guilt-ridden realisation pools in Eskel’s stomach.

“Wait, what?” is all he manages, staring at Jaskier in disbelief because surely he can’t think he doesn’t deserve a bath just as much as Eskel when they’d played a relatively equal part in this particular contract, can he?

But they can’t have this conversation when he’s literally sat naked in a bath so he just shakes his head and stands up to get dressed, only realising his mistake when Jaskier all but squeaks and springs to his feet, his face flushing.

“I’m going to go… soap,” Jaskier blurts, disappearing before Eskel has finished cursing.

Once more, Eskel is left staring at a closing door. He sighs heavily and gets dressed, but that doesn’t help because then he starts wondering where Jaskier is going to get spare clothes from.

When he finds his thoughts drifting back to his newfound distaste for silence, he sighs and leaves their room, hoping that Jaskier won’t hold anything against him. When he doesn’t spot Jaskier either performing or at any of the tables, he walks over to the woman from earlier. “Have you seen m- the bard that was with me?”

The woman raises an eyebrow again, folding her arms. “And why should I tell you when it took you so long to try and find him?”

Eskel inwardly marvels at how Jaskier has managed to worm his way into this woman’s heart within approximately one conversation and sighs. “I didn’t know I was meant to, he said he was going to find soap.”

She snorts. “Well he didn’t do a very good job then.”

Eskel stiffens. “Is he okay?”

Glancing over him from head to toe, she gestures behind her. “We let him stay in the kitchens, it’s not as noisy and it didn’t seem like he’d make it back to a room on his own.”

Red flags could not be flying any faster in Eskel’s mind as he frowns, heading to the kitchens himself. Most people shuffle out of his way as he makes his way to the back wall, where Jaskier is slumped in the corner.

Cursing none too quietly, he kneels down beside him, gently pulling away the blanket someone has draped over him. “Jaskier? Jaskier, hey, open your eyes for me.”

Jaskier groans, half-heartedly pushing Eskel’s hands away. “Just give me two minutes, I’ll be fine.”

“You need to tell me if something’s wrong, do we need a healer?” Eskel asks, checking over Jaskier himself and frowning harder when he finds nothing obvious. What good can he possibly be to this bard if he can’t even keep him alive and well?

Jaskier blinks himself upright and shakes his head. “No, no, I’m fine. I’m just- I’m just tired.”

Eskel can literally feel his frown deepen; he can’t fathom why Jaskier would insist on washing his hair if he was truly this tired because really, it should have been the other way around.

Someone makes a strange noise of disbelief behind him, at which point he realises he’s said that out loud and instantly stiffens, almost regretting his life choices. Almost, because the sleepy smile he gets from Jaskier is most definitely worth a second round of being mortified.

“Need to find more oils if you want to wash my hair,” Jaskier whispers, yawning.

Eskel’s not entirely sure if his heart melts or skips a beat or does some unholy combination of the two but regardless, he forgets what the whole concept of replying is for an entire minute.

An entire minute within which Jaskier chuckles softly and lets his head fall forward to rest on Eskel’s shoulder. “I think it was the siren.”

Pretending that he’s not positively delighted to learn Jaskier is comfortable enough to lean on him again, Eskel focuses on the siren. “Did she do anything to you?”

“Tried to drown me?” Jaskier offers, and Eskel ever so slightly wants to throw himself off a cliff for asking such a stupid question.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t a very good que- wait. She only tried . She couldn’t even get you to stay quiet,” Eskel says, mostly just reminding himself because he’s pretty sure that resisting a siren’s lure has to be incredibly taxing.

Jaskier lifts his head up with seemingly great difficulty. “I’m not very good at staying quiet. But it’d be bad for business, really, wouldn’t it? What use is a quiet bard? Well, what use is a bard to a witcher at all? But that's- I mean, never mind witchers, nobody wants to listen to a quiet bard when they’re drunk or, or… what’s the opposite of drunk?”

Eskel blinks.

It seems they have a lot to unpack from Jaskier’s exhausted rambling but there’s a time and a place and in the corner of a kitchen just after having killed a siren doesn’t tick either of those boxes. And besides, he’s far too busy wanting to deck Geralt to answer any of Jaskier’s questions.

“You need to rest,” Eskel settles for, pulling Jaskier upright with him and wrapping one of Jaskier’s arms around his shoulders so he can support some of his weight.

Jaskier hums. “I thought you were washing my hair.”

This time, Eskel glares at the few people who laugh, shaking his head when they step out of his way with guilty expressions. The woman in charge out front nods at the two of them, albeit not without noting the way Jaskier is so heavily leaning on him and raising an eyebrow for the third time.

“Thank you,” Eskel mutters, because it looks like she’s expecting him to say it.

She looks almost surprised but offers him a small smile. “Meals are free of charge if you need them before you leave.”

“Too kind,” Jaskier manages to mumble before Eskel can.

Getting up the stairs is unexpectedly easy because Jaskier seems to regain his energy for long enough to reach their room, where he hesitates. “Gonna get the bed wet. She said not to,” he whines.

Eskel sighs, unable to understand Jaskier’s priorities. “She won’t mind, you’re not really that wet anymore.”

And he’s not, even though his clothes are still an uncomfortable step ahead of damp. The blanket that’d been given to him seems to have absorbed most of the water because it looks as if he’d been caught in a light spell of rain rather than dropped into a lake.

“She won’t be mad?” Jaskier asks, leaning on his shoulder again, the lingering scent of decay weakening a little as his voice fills with hope.

Eskel shakes his head. “She won’t, I promise.”

“I just need a few minutes then,” Jaskier mumbles, all but collapsing into the mattress and proving that he definitely needs a lot more than that.

Eskel can’t imagine the sheer amount of willpower it would require to resist a siren’s words for so long and overcome them well enough to negotiate an escape. By all means, it shouldn’t even be possible, but Jaskier is unlike any bard he’s ever known.

“Take all the time you need,” Eskel replies, but then frowns. “Aren’t you going to change out of those clothes first?”

Jaskier makes a face that manages to convey how much he dislikes that idea even with his eyes closed.

Eskel finds himself chuckling at that, which seems to briefly snap Jaskier out of his exhaustion. He blinks up at Eskel and bites his lip before hesitantly clearing his throat. “Would you, uh… I mean, did you bring your bedroll this time?”

Was he meant to bring his bedroll this time?

Jaskier groans weakly at Eskel’s confusion. “What I mean, darling witcher, is to ask whether you’re- well, I’m still damp and I rather like to avoid being a nuisance because that’s a title reserved for the likes of Valdo and I-”

“Jaskier, I don’t care if you’re still damp, if that’s what you’re worrying about,” Eskel interrupts, but as softly as possible because he doesn’t want to feed the awful scent that’s still lingering around them.

Jaskier smiles softly. “So would you- I mean, do I get the privilege of your company once more?”

How he’s managing to articulate so well despite his eyes drooping, Eskel has no idea. But what he does know is that he’d be an utter fool to go and fetch his bedroll. So instead of replying, he simply lies beside Jaskier, hoping he hasn’t misread things in some way.

And he hasn’t, judging by the grateful look in Jaskier’s eyes.

“Thank you,” Jaskier murmurs, curling towards him, already drifting into sleep.

Eskel exhales softly as their arms brush but nods. “Truly a privilege on my part, bardling.”

He’s still unsure what to do about this darker, decay-scented aspect of Jaskier’s personality but that’ll have to be addressed another time because, even though he’s not too tired himself and he was rather hoping for a good lunch, it’d be a crime to leave the room when Jaskier so clearly needs the rest and wants him to stay.

After all, delayed meals and damp clothes are an easy price to pay for being able to take care of his favourite bard.

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i do apologise for the shady lore and ooc vibes but it's the best i can do for now :p hope everyone's had a good start to september xx

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[serendipityseulgi]

tell me love me 2.

— jung jaehyun

･*:༅｡ the one where you can’t remember the last time jaehyun said i love you - part two.

aka, you try to leave.

part one.

{friday, 11:47 am} you woke up that morning to a cold bed. your brain fogged with confusion before it registered that you were in the guest bedroom, and you had just broken up with jaehyun the night before.

a painful twinge erupted in your chest as you relayed last night’s events, and you brought the covers over your head as you realized how cold it was being all by yourself.

you let out a heavy sigh before deciding it was now or never to pack all your things and find somewhere to stay for the time being, all while you sorted this mess out. you forced yourself out of bed and made your way to the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth before you began putting it away into a bag.

once you gathered all your toiletries you began walking towards your bedroom, not knowing whether or not jaehyun was even home. you braced yourself, half expecting to face him, and half expecting him to be gone for practice. you didn’t really know his schedule all that well anymore.

you pushed the door open, and to both your relief and disappointment, he was gone. bed made and all.

so much for talking shit out you grumbled to yourself.

you shook her head, figuring it would be easier to pack your clothes up without his lingering presence. and you tried to believe that without him here, it wouldn’t hurt so much to leave.

but deep down, you felt that twinge in your heart again.

here or not, it still hurt.

you made your way to your shared closet, grabbing a few t-shirts as you began folding them individually. slightly distracted, your mind wasn’t drifting too far off. your head suddenly wasn’t clouded with all these thoughts that made you want to curl into a ball and cry. you weren’t thinking about how you and jaehyun were no longer together anymore. and most importantly, you weren’t thinking about the fact that once you finished packing, it was all gonna be over.

keep folding, you thought to yourself. keep folding, don’t think.

in less than an hour, you had managed to pack up most of your clothes. it was only when you started going through your sweater pile that you suddenly felt a painful thump in your heart. there in your lap sat the one sweater jaehyun always remembered to leave you when he went on tour. he always made sure to wear it a few days prior so it would smell like him. he knew how much it comforted you.

you sighed, grabbing onto the black material and softly inhaling the scent. it smelt just like his cologne. smelt just like him.

for a moment you contemplated taking the sweater with you but decided against it. there was no use in missing him even more.

you decided to take a short break from folding your clothes and started going through other things you kept in your drawers. it was mostly jewelry. some polaroid pictures here and there.

and then came the letter and the picture of you and jaehyun that he gifted for your two year anniversary.

with a heavy heart you picked it up, staring at the picture of you and him cuddled up next to each other in your pyjamas and santa hats on christmas eve. it was always his favourite picture of you both together.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, grabbing the letter he wrote to you and sat on the floor beside your pile of clothes.

you forgot entirely what it had said. and for one last time you just wanted to go back to a time where he still loved you.

you opened the letter and held your tears.

to the love of my life,

happy 2 year anniversary baby! okay, so i don’t normally write letters and shit cause tbh it’s way too time consuming in my opinion and i would much rather write things faster on text, but ... i know you, and you’re a sap for this kinda thing and i just really really want to make you happy today. you know, my hand’s already cramping but it’s so worth it because i know this is gonna make you smile, i can already picture it. i know you like this sentimental kinda stuff so i’m doing this for you because i love you more than anything and you deserve to feel good today. i just want to tell you that you mean so much to me and i can’t ever imagine a life where you’re not in it.

you pause, the tears beginning to run freely down your face.

i have never loved anyone as much as i love you and i want you to know that you’re always gonna be my forever. even if there’s times where we fight like crazy, or even try to end things, i’m always gonna come back to you. if you ever doubt how much i love you then i’ll tell you a million times again and again until you believe me. i’ll never forget to tell you how much i love you. you’re always gonna be it for me. so thank you for the best two years of my life, i’m gonna try to make you the happiest girl in the world because you’ve made the happiest guy in the whole universe. happy two years, and here’s to many more, y/n. i love you always.

yours truly,

jaehyun.

you noticed the small droplets of tears dripping onto the thin piece of paper, smudging the ink on certain parts of the letter. you closed your eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm your crying.

“are you reading my letter?” a voice called behind you as you looked back in surprise.

jaehyun was leaning against the door frame, still in his practice clothes as you observed the slight frown on his face.

“huh? oh, yeah. sorry, i was just, getting all my things packed.” you shook your head as you sniffled and wiped the tears abruptly off your face. “it won’t take me that long to get all my stuff ready.”

you turned back around to fold the rest of your clothes before jaehyun walked over, grabbing the shirt away from you. he sighed and took a seat next to you on the floor as you avoided his gaze.

“i still mean it you know that.” he spoke softly.

“what do you mean?”

“that letter.” he said. “i remember what i wrote, and i still mean everything i said to you.”

you scoffed slightly. “you know, if i remember correctly you’re the one who said you didn’t love me anymore last night.”

“i never said i didn’t love you-“

“you said you didn’t know. and that was enough of an answer for me.” you interrupted. “it was yes or no, and you saying you don’t know was just a nicer way of saying no just because you knew it would hurt my feelings if you told me the truth. but don’t worry, it doesn’t matter anyways.”

“baby-“

“don’t call me that.”

jaehyun sighs again, running a hand through his hair to push it out of his face. “i don’t want you to leave.”

“there’s no reason for me to stay.” you utter, your voice breaking slightly.

“yes there is. i love you, y/n. please don’t go.” he pleads, finally grabbing onto your hands. “please.”

you tried to retract from his hold, but him being much stronger than you had its advantage as your slight tug was no match for his tight grasp. “we don’t even talk anymore. i feel like i don’t know you.”

“i’ll fix things.” he says. “if you’ll let me, i’ll fix things. i’ll make it up to you. just please don’t leave me, y/n. i can’t, i can’t live without you, you know that.”

you finally look up to face him, his eyes watery with tears that have yet to fall. “why were you so distant?” you whisper. “did i do something wrong?”

“no! no, god, you didn’t do anything wrong.” jaehyun sighs.

“then why? why did you make it seem like you didn’t want me anymore?” the tears start to form again, and your voice is barely audible knowing if you raised it in the slightest it would break.

“it-it wasn’t you. i promise. it was all me. i was just, going through something. i was overwhelmed, i felt pressured to prioritize everything and i’m not gonna lie, i did try pushing you away to see if this was still what i wanted. i did have doubts for a bit and i’m sorry for ever thinking this wasn’t what i wanted anymore. i know i haven’t been the best boyfriend recently. i make you cry. i deal with my own shit and hurt your feelings in the process. i’m not a perfect boyfriend by any means, and i fuck up a lot, but i don’t want to lose you. i’m so, so sorry. i just felt distant these past few weeks, but it was never with the intent to break up with you. i just needed time apart for a bit, i needed my own space to figure my shit out. just for a little bit. but i was always gonna come back to you. i never meant for that fight to happen last night.” he exclaims.

“then why didn’t you say something when i left? why didn’t you do anything when i broke up with you? why didn’t you just say you still loved me if that’s what you really meant!“ you spluttered, your broken heart evident in the way you spoke. “you just let me walk out of there thinking that was the fucking end for you. that i fucking meant shit to you! you could’ve said something, literally anything! you let me walk out and now you’re trying to convince me you still give a shit about me and i don’t fucking get it!” your voice betrayed you and you began sobbing, your heart felt crushed.

jaehyun pulled you into his arms and he hugged you close to him. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i’m so fucking stupid.” he whispered, over and over again as he gently rocked you back in forth to calm you down.

you pushed at his chest, but he was unrelenting. “i fucking hate you!” you screamed.

he still never let you go. “i know, i know.” he cried, hugging you even tighter. “but i love you, so fucking much. please let me work on things. i’ll do better. i’ll try harder, fuck, i’ll do anything. just please don’t leave without letting me fix things.”

“you don’t deserve it.” you sniffled into his chest.

jaehyun felt his eyes sting with tears again. his throat burned as he felt his heart crumble. “i know.” he whispered.

you pulled away from him again and this time he let you go. he looked defeated. you grabbed his face in your hands and looked him in the eyes before speaking once again. “and i fucking hate you... because i love you too much to let you go.”

jaehyun didn’t answer, instead he pulled you close to him, his lips connecting with yours. it was heavy, and it was messy all over, and it was by no means gentle in the slightest. but you felt every emotion in that kiss. and you also missed how he felt against you so you revelled in the feeling of him being so close to you again.

“i won’t mess this up again, i promise.” he murmurs against your lips. “i’ll be better for you.”

[alolanrain]

Can you expand upon your tattoo au? Like which tattoo belongs to each legendary and mythical and their different effects?

I’ve stated a lot in my beginning chapters of my fanfic Alola Rain, which is what this blog was supposed to be mostly about but shit got out of my hands. So I’m going to reference some sections out of a couple chapters.

“But after Ash came back from the Orange Island’s with a large Y running along his back from shoulder blades to tailbone that shunned silver and small blue bumps with a burn mark on the left side that's always run hotter than the rest of his body, a blue patch of skin on the right side that forever feels like ice no matter how many hand warmers or heating pads lay on top of Ash, and an electric burn on the top that gives anyone a tiny shock if touched skin to skin. And an odd shaped paw mark with three dots on the base of his back in the center of the Y, and a smaller one inside the bigger paw print.”

Okay so the first mark that is detailed is the one Ash got from Lugia, since it’s the main legendary birds out of the four. It’s cold and wet to the touch yet it doesn’t damn clothes and other object, except for skin on skin. So if you touch it, or run your hand along the mark, your hand would come back damp with sea water.

The burn mark on the left side of the giant Y is Moltres’s mark, it will never heal and is a very sensitive mark yet Ash deals with the slight pain that always comes from it. If a patch of skin presses to muc against it, it WILL burn you badly. It does have a plus side where Ash is partially immune of fire, and by that I mean he won’t burn from Charizards or a normal Pokémon flames.

The blue patch on the right is a patch of Ash’s skin that is frozen, hence blue being used as a descriptor. It’s basically a half way melted ice cube that’s forever part of his skin. The plus side is that Ash can’t get hypothermia.

The electrical burn on top of the Y will give a tiny shock and sometimes if a certain kind of fabric rubs against it for so long, Ash can touch someone with his fingers and give a strong shock to the person. The plus side is making him immune from dying of electricity attacks.

The smaller paw pad in the middle of Ash’s back is Mews paw print, the bigger one is Mewtwo’s, and both marks are kinda like “trackers” to put it lightly. Mew and the Male!Mewtwo keep track of how many times Ash has died and where. There is no plus side and sometimes Ash will get an a sting ach in his spine that most of the time renders him unable to walk for a few days, that is just when Mew and Male!Mewtwo is checking if their tracker is working and that Ash is still alive.

“ Soon he’s off on another journey to Johto and coming back all to quickly with more contacts in his phone and more marks. This time on his left arm with a thunderbolt strike that’s naturally black and thinner than the one of the bases between his shoulders, a purple sphere on the upper part of his arm that everytime she sees the panic sets in, a large thin flat piece of ice shaped like a crown forever frozen onto his forearm skin, and lastly a sunset colored outline of a very fluffy feather cradling a pale green colored raindrop with lines burned into Ash’s wrist.”

The small, thin, lightning bolt is from Raikou. It and Ash met briefly, but it was long enough to last a dark mark on his arms. It’s the same like Zapdos, but in a different position on his body. It adds to the immunity against electric attacks.

The purple sphere is from Entie, Ash always wears shirts with sleeves long enough to ALWAYS cover the mark at all costs. Souly on the fact that he hates what Entei did to his mother. It adds no immunity or perks what so ever, it burns every now and then and it makes it hard for Ash to use the arm when it does.

The ice crown is from Suicune. It makes sure that Ash can’t completely freeze in cold weather if Ash is stuck outside for a very long time. Ash has found it as more of a curse than a positive thing, since he’s still dying but just at a slower rate.

The fluffy colorful feather is from Ho-Oh. It’s located on Ash’s inner wrist because he had gain the tick to press a few fingers against his pulse when he gets scared. It secretes a sweet smell that’s kinda like his moms and Brocks cooking, it will cling onto him for the rest of the day until he falls asleep. 

The green dew drop is from Celebi. It’s another “tracker” to put it lightly, but it’s only activates when Ash is thrown back to the past and or present. It also allows Ash to know that Celebi is near by and it adds a scent to Ho-Oh’s, it smells like ink and old book smell you would find in an old library or Lance’s office. He can only smell it when he gets two close to the deep end of fear or by pressing his wrist against his nose.

“But he also brings home marks on his left leg; a green outline of a dragon wined down his leg to where it ends with two triangles on the top of his foot, one blue and the other red, and through out the open space there's three different spots of seven dots, and on the back of his thigh there's two weird circles with lines.”

The first tattoo is listed is from Rayquaza. It does come with a perk, it allows Ash to be able to fly on any legendary at any speed or height. Though it also has a down side, every time Rayquaza leaves or entered the earth atmosphere it makes that leg give out and go weak under Ash.

The two triangles on top of Ash’s feet are respectively from Latias and Latios. The tats don’t give him any kind of boat or immunity and he hates the giant blue one that surrounds the red one. Since it’s a constant reminder that Ash should have tried harder to save Latios. So he ends up trying to wear socks at all times.

Through the spaces of the dragon tat is multiple places of seven dots. All three is resemblance of the Legendary Titans, they give Ash the boost of strength. That’s literally it. Though Ash doesn’t really notice it at all through his life since other Legendaries and mythical s give him a bigger spot of strength.

The two weird circles with lines are from Groundon and Kyogre. Kyogre gives him a longer span of holding his breath and wash movement through water, like he can run normally in water up to his waistline when he’s running on land. Groundon adds a boost of strength.

And so on. I’ll do a complete master post but that requires google docs and I’m just doing a short list for now. But yeah! That’s Kanto, Orange Isles, Johto, and Hoenn. 

[vintagevalentinex]

Stay

So here it is!  The long awaited third part of the little Dean/Reader series I wrote!  I had a really good time writing this one so I hope you guys enjoy it!  Like always, please let me know what you think! :)

This story is based off of the beautiful song I Can’t Give you Anything but Love by Judy Garland and can be found here.  I strongly recommend that you listen to it a little!

Also if you haven’t done so already, please read Smile and Please before you read this one!

@icecream-and-winchesters​ @bovaria​ @abaddonwithyall​ @but-deans-back-tho​ (There’s smut in it, I promise!) @theerinpage

Title: Stay Author: vintagevalentinexx Words: ~2300 (How the hell did that happen?!) Pairing: (Dean x Reader) Warnings: Mostly fluff.  Tasteful smut (Is that a thing?).

“Please…”

You shook your head, holding yourself, your arms wrapped around your body as you blinked back a few more tears, knowing that this was the best for the both of you.  He just didn’t know it yet, but you knew eventually that he would understand that you were doing something for the both of you.  You were trying to be strong for the both of you so he could save the world like he always had to.  He did not need you as another thing to worry about in his life, and it was hard enough to be with him during the good times.

As you went to go throw on a pair of pajama bottoms your heart began to race, all of the memories too overwhelming to stop thinking about.  Maybe you were wrong.  Maybe you should just hear him out.  It was kind of a dick move to leave him at the door like that. As your hand reached the doorknob, your heart race, not knowing what to expect, not knowing what kind of outcome this was going to have.  Hopefully you could just get him out of your system if you heard him out and saw him one last time.

You turned the knob, pulling the door open, mumbling something about how he could come inside if he wanted to.

Ever since this world began There is nothing sadder than A one-man woman looking for The man that got away…. The man that got away.

But he was gone.

You stood there in momentary shock.  Did he really leave?  Was he done?  You had never known him to give up on anything.  And yet, here he was giving up on everything you had together.  As backwards as you were thinking it was, you couldn’t help but feel wetness well up into your eyes, feeling the urge to cry.  You took a cleansing breath and shook your head.  Damn it, you are better than this.  At least go see if the Impala is still there.

You ran down the stairs of your apartment building, taking two at a time as you could hear the roar of the Impala’s engine come to life.  It only spurned you on faster until your bare feet hit the pavement seeing the tail lights of the car that you had come to call home over the past years.  You stood in the middle of the street, bare feet, in shorts and a tanktop, obviously pajamas, shivering against the cold.  You threw your hands into the air, screaming, “Dean!”  Your mind went blank as you were now a million miles away, back to a time when things were good.

“Dean, you’re such an ass!”

“Aw sweetheart, I’m not that bad!”

You threw a soapy sponge at him, hitting him directly in the face.  You doubled over in laughter as he sputtered, wiping the soap off of his face.

The both of you had been washing the Impala in the bunker garage for over an hour now, well attempting to at least.  Sam had stopped in once to tell you that lunch was ready, but quickly turned and left when he saw the mess the both of you were making.  He chuckled to himself and you’re sure you could hear him muttering something about the both of you being idiots, but you didn’t care.  You had been officially together with Dean now for two months and you couldn’t remember a time where you were more happy.  

You were taken out of your reverie as Dean unceremoniously dumped a bucket of soapy water over your head.  You screeched as you opened your eyes, feeling like a drowned cat as you watched him tip his head back in laughter.  Despite being cold and soaked to the bone, you couldn’t help but take notice of how beautiful he was when he was happy, the way his face lit up when he allowed himself to relax and laugh.  You wished there was some way that he could stay like that forever.  He deserved it after all.  The boys had literally been through hell and back and had done enough, but even you knew that a hunter’s work was never done.  Not really.

Dean seemed to notice your far-away look when all of a sudden you felt a pair of strong, warm arms around you, enveloping you in that delicious scent of leather, whiskey, and gun powder that you had grown to love.  You could feel the low rumbling in his chest as his chin rested on the top of your head.

“You’re too good for me, kiddo.”

“Dean, I’m literally four years younger than you…”

You could nearly feel him roll his eyes as he took a step back from you, holding you by your shoulders, making sure that his eyes never strayed from yours.

“I mean it, (Y/N).  I’ve gone through so many terrible things in this life.  This life.  You could do so much better than me.  You deserve happiness.  Complete utter happiness that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him.  This beautiful man.  Lord, he didn’t know how perfect he was.  He had saved the world time and time again and he never thought that he was enough.  You wanted to shelter him from the world and cover every inch of him in kisses until he knew that he was worth it.  Worth love.  Worth happiness.  Worth a wonderful, beautiful life.

“Baby…” you whisper breathlessly, lifting a hand to cup his cheek.  “There is no place I’d rather be than right here with you.  I never thought in my wildest dreams that I’d be fighting things that I used to laugh about on Halloween, but I can deal with all of that as long as I’m with you.”  

You ran your thumb over his pouty, bottom lip.  “You are a man worth giving up the world for.  A man worth starting a new life with.  I know we haven’t been ‘official’ for a long time, but I just want you to know that I’m in this.  I’m in this for the long haul.”  You got up on your tip toes, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Whether you like it or not.”

You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as he bent down to pull you close, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss, your body no longer feeling the chill from the bucket of water as you kissed him back just as happily.  Off in the distance you could hear Sam groaning.

“Oh c’mon guys!  Not in the garage!  We park our cars here!”

You were so lost in your daydream that you didn’t even realize that the Impala had screeched to a stop, pausing for a moment before doubling back to park.  You couldn’t hear the hurried footsteps running up to you.  But what you did notice was the all too familiar scent of leather, whiskey, and gunpowder encasing you.

“(Y/N)…”

Now that it’s your birthday I don’t know what to do Can’t give you a thunderbird Or a penthouse with a view

Can’t even buy a little present I’m much too broke I find But there is one way, I can save the day And I sure hope You don’t mind

Were you still out of it?  You finally mustered the courage to open your eyes and look up at the pair of arms surrounding you.  All you could see were the beautiful forest green eyes that belonged to the greatest man you’ve ever known.  You shivered, half from the cold, half from having him so close to you after so long.

“Dean…”

“Let’s get you warmed up.”

I can’t give you anything but love, baby. That’s the only thing I’ve plenty of, baby. Dream awhile, Scheme awhile, We’re sure to find Happiness, And I guess, All those things you’ve always pined for

No words were said as he nearly dragged you up the stairs and back into your apartment.  Nothing needed to be said to understand the intrinsic need the both of you had for each other.  Dean slammed the door closed as you pawed at each other, clothes flying all over your apartment.  You’re pretty sure you heard a lamp being knocked over as you both clumsily made it to your bedroom, a mass of tangled limbs.  You could feel his breath hot and heavy against your neck, his rough hands tracing up your sides, making goosebumps rise on your skin, your body melting into his touch.

“I…I can’t do this anymore Dean.  I need to be near you.  I can’t stay away from you like this.”

“I know, baby, I know.  I’m so sorry.  I hate that I made you so upset.”

You nearly threw yourself against him, making the both of you fall onto your bed, shedding the last remaining articles of clothing before you began to writhe against each other, reveling in each other’s touch.  It was almost too much for you to handle at the moment, so many emotions came flooding back into your mind.  You began to softly cry as Dean held you tightly to his chest.

“(Y/N), baby look at me.”  You tried to focus on his eyes, your vision blurry, tears threatening to spill over.

“I know this is a lot right now.  I can’t promise you the world.  I’m a hunter.  Hell, technically according to the FBI I’m not even alive.  But I can promise you that I will make every single one of you days the most beautiful that I can.  I will do my damnedest for you, (Y/N).  Please.  Will you please stay?”

Gee I’d like to see you looking swell, my little baby. Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn’t sell, baby. Till that lucky day you know darned well, baby, I can’t give you anything but love

You held either side of his face in your hands as you bent down to kiss him, moaning softly into his mouth as fireworks exploded behind your eyes.  Devastated that you actually needed to breathe, you pulled away, his eyes boring into your own.

You whispered one single word, the only one that needed to be spoken.

“Forever.”

Dean rolled the both of you over, sealing his lips to yours as he nudged your thighs apart.  You happily acquiesced, your arms wrapped around his back, clawing at him, desperately needing him inside of you.  He looked down at you, completely in awe of your presence, of how much you wanted him, of how beautiful you were beneath him as he slowly eased himself into you, feeling as though it was taking forever.  When he finally hilted himself, his eyes shone down into yours, your own reflecting the same look he was giving you: adoration, tenderness, and sheer love.  A love that you had never known until you met that cocky bastard Dean Winchester.  You knew that whatever happened, however bad it may be (and damn it does it always get bad), that you would always want to be at his side.  To be his friend, his lover, his partner.  You finally felt home when he sheathed himself completely inside of you, and you are positive he felt the same way from the way he was looking at you.

Dean took your hands into his, lacing your fingers together as he held them above your head, his hips giving you no time to get used to the sensation as he started to thrust into you, his lips capturing yours again in a kiss as he continued to snap his hips, rocking the bed, and most likely annoying the hell out of your neighbors.  All you could do was hook your legs around his waist, your ankle locking tightly on his lower back, not wanting him to go anywhere but inside of you.  You arch your back as you feel your release surely coming, your eyes snapping open to find that Dean’s were already locked on your face.  He shot you the smallest of smiles, though one big enough to make the corners of his eyes crinkle, just the way that made your heart melt.

“Go ahead kiddo, I’ve got you.”

You screamed your release as you thrashed against him, shooting stars flying by before your eyes as you finally hit your peak, Dean continuing on for a few more strokes before he finally found his release as well, grunting your name as he finished.  You lay down, unmoving before he finally pulls himself from you, flopping down next to you, pulling you close, his fingers carding though your hair.

“Did you mean it, kiddo?  You’ll stay?”

You turned to him and smiled, his eyes bright, full of hope.  You wanted to kick yourself in the ass for ever leaving in the first place.  You knew you had your reasons, but right now they just didn’t seem important enough.  While the both of you screamed and carried on, you knew at the end of the day there was a beautiful, green eyed man who would move mountains to make you smile.  He didn’t have a dollar to his name, a name that wasn’t even supposed to exist anymore, but you wanted nothing more than to face this terrifying world beside him.  You placed a hand on his bare chest, feeling the quickness of his heartbeat and the warm of your skin.  This is where you found your home.  Not halfway around the country, not in the Impala, not even in the bunker.  Your home was in Dean.  And there wasn’t anybody or anything that was ever going to change that or take your home away from you.

Till that lucky day you know darned well, baby, I can’t give you anything but love

“Yes.”

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a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves (6/8)

“Sorry it’s not much. I can always get something delivered here, if you want…” He says, cracking his fifth egg. Rey is eating it at an ungodly place, after all.

“Are you kidding me?” She asks with a mouthful. “This is the best breakfast anyone has ever made. I’m talking Gordon Ramsey level delicious.”

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Rey and Ben deal with post-heat emotions and show us how not good they are at talking about their feelings.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.5K

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Notes: as you all know, i'm baby and also the Worst™ at getting back to your wonderful, amazing, defiantly-gonna-put-one-of-em-on-my-headstone comments that literally keep me young. you are all so wonderful and i cannot thank you enough for your support.please enjoy our favorite space babies being bad about sharing their emotions!

chapter 6: strike now, or else the iron cools

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Ben realizes now that he should have cleaned. Not that he had any idea that he would be having company, certainly for this long, but the neat-freak impulse in him was something that disregarded inane facts like that. 

He also feels he should have gone to the grocery store to buy food that was befitting of a ‘hey we just spent your whole heat together and now and you’re still covered in my dried come and I would literally like to stay inside of here with you for the rest of my life' meal, but Ben lacks some ingredients. Not that there is a meal that says that, but scrambled eggs and turkey bacon definitely isn’t it. 

Regardless, Rey consumes the runny scrambled eggs and over-cooked bacon like it’s the only food she’s ever wanted to eat. Theres bits of egg smattering her nose and a small piece of bacon comically hanging on her chin and the urge to kiss it off her makes Ben grip the frying pan a little harder.

“Sorry it’s not much. I can always get something delivered here, if you want…” He says, cracking his fifth egg. Rey is eating it at an ungodly place, after all.

“Are you kidding me?” She asks with a mouthful. “This is the best breakfast anyone has ever made. I’m talking Gordon Ramsey level delicious.”

Ben chuckles bashfully as he plates the rest of his food and joins her at the table. Her wide hazel eyes follow him as he sits beside her and begins eating. When her gaze becomes too much, he speaks again.

“How are you, uh… feeling?” Ben asks. Rey shrugs as she swallows what is likely a whole egg.

“I’m always a little off kilter when I come down from heat. Jumpy for a few days, but…” She trails off before taking a huge gulp of coffee Ben prepared earlier.

“But…?”

When she looks back up at him, the fork guiding up to his mouth stills, and he gets lost in her eyes.

“I’ve never spent my heat with anybody… I feel… different. Still off-center, but in a way I can’t place.”

He sets his fork down, food cooling on it. Rey is biting her lip, still looking at him, but Ben is lost in the admission.

“You’ve… never spent heat with anyone?”

“No… just you.”

Ben gulps. 

“Should I… do you need me to… I don’t know what I should do. I keep feeling like I’m failing you.” His voice is quiet when he tells her. Rey quickly puts her hand on his face, brushing hair out of his eyes. He nuzzles into her palm automatically.

“Ben… you’re perfect.” The adoration in her voice, the look in her eyes; Ben got what Rey meant when she said her world feels off kilter. “No one has ever taken care of my like you. Ever.”

Ben can’t respond. He can’t even open his mouth for fear that he’ll tell her how much he loves her, and no matter the state of the relationship, it’s too soon for that.  When he doesn’t respond, Rey places both hands on his face.

“You’ve done so much for me, please tell me what I can do for you.” Ben recognizes the glint in her eye, the same one he surely had when he scented her.

“Can you… can you sit in my lap? I know it’s a bit weird but, I need to feel you and-”

Without preamble, Rey stood from his dining room chair and plopped into his lap, pert ass resting between his thigh thighs. One of her hands went to scoot her plate closer to her new seat and the other went to grip his knee. 

“It’s not weird. Not at all.” She continues stuffing her face with eggs, and Ben can only smile and do the same. 

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“We should probably shower.”

Her voice cuts through the silence of his apartment. Rey lays on the couch while Ben lays on top of her, head at her stomach, hands holding onto her hips. The television Leia purchased him for the apartment is turned on for once in its life, and some trashy reality show is playing that Rey ‘has to catch up on before joining the civilized world’.

Ben had complied with her, happy to soak up any more time he can greedily touching her as much as she will allow. She laughs at the parts he should probably pay attention to and cards through his hair like she’s done it for years. It’s an easy, peaceful moment that Ben wishes they would be trapped in forever. 

But when her voices breaks through and Ben realizes the tv had gone dark, his stomach sank. 

“Do you want to shower?” He says with his face pressed to her abdomen, taking a deep breath and inhaling the dizzying scent of her and him mixed together.

“I think we should shower. May not be the the politest thing to walk around post-heat smelling like we’re still in the middle of fucking.”

Ben can’t stop the whine from escaping his throat. He feels her silent chuckle rumble against his body.

“I guess you’re right…” He says, mouth muffled by her skin. 

He knows that this is the logical first step that should be taken once two friends fuck mercilessly for days. Take a shower, put on clothes, actually step outside of the apartment and back into civilization. But Ben doesn’t want that. The thought of letting Rey leave now, after… everything? It would kill him. It would destroy his soul until he couldn’t function. 

He thinks maybe Rey might feel the same, the way she pointedly avoided turning on her phone to catch up on what they’d missed the past few day’s. It fills him with a hope he’s too cautious to enjoy. 

That, and the way she’s still attached to him at the hip. She sits up the moment he does, goes from the couch to the bathroom with her hands wrapped around his forearm, peals off the clothes they’d haphazardly thrown on earlier before stepping in the shower with him. 

‘Omega wants this, too. Wants you too’ His hindbrain helplessly provides. 

Ben is reminded of the start of her heat, rinsing off in this same shower, same position, but worlds away from where they were now. 

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Like everything else he does, Ben is efficient in washing Rey. He cleans her, dries her, gives her clothes without a second thought. He does everything with a determined hand that Rey wonders if she even needs to physically move herself from room to room. He’d do that if she asks. (She narrowly avoids breaking down and asking him to do just that.)

They’re clean, dressed and presentable, and ready to move on from what can only be considered an earth-shattering experience and Rey isn’t at all prepared to let go. She sits at the barstool, holding her darkened phone in her hands.

“I guess we have to go back to the real world now, huh?” She says, mostly to herself. Ben stands across the island from her, his phone dwarfed in his palm. 

“That would be the general consensus.” He replies. Rey looks down and frowns, clicking to turn on her phone and be barraged with the millions of text her friends had no doubt  sent. 

Automatically, Rose pops up.

Are you going home with Ben?

Like… going home to 

💓🚀🔞👅👉🏼👌🏼🍑😘🚻

🤼‍♀️🥰💝🔝🦴🥵🎺🤤💃🏻💖🕺🏻🎉💍

🛌💑👨‍👩‍👧‍👦🌋💕💯

hey babes Benji just texted me!

go get that **** on your ***** and **** in 

your ********* and his *** on **** *** *** *****!

girl its been like three days I’m staring 

to get worried about you and him

should i drop off a humidifier or 

condoms or something??

based on your lack of response I’ll assume 

u gettin that dick too good to worry about 

little things like food and water but 

please stay hydrated!

FIVE DAYS BITCH

HOW DOES ONE GET AN APPOINTMENT 

WITH DOCTOR DICK BRO

HOOK A BITCH UP

wow that last message was aggressive lolz

please text me whenever you get these!

I just want to make sure ben’s peen didn’t 

send you into analeptic shock and kill ya cuz 

rent is due in like a week 🥰

Based on Roses’ text, Rey decided that the text messages from Poe were better left deleted and never seared into her mind. Rey grimaces down at the remainder of her messages when she hears Ben.

“Fuck,” He says, frowning down at his phone.

“Your reading you text from Rose?” She asks, eyes downturned and unwilling to make eye contact. 

“No, I blocked all our friends before we… before. I’m trying to catch up on work emails now. You’d really think a multi-billion dollar company couldn’t run themselves when one person takes heat leave.” The deep set frown lines Rey had become so familiar with had woven their way back onto Ben’s face. A deep wave of guilt washed over Rey when she realized just how long this heat had been.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Ben! I didn’t realize- I had no idea… I can’t believe it lasted this long and you- ugh Ben, I am really, really sorry.” Rey instantly went to grab her bags and get out of Ben’s hair as fast as humanly possible. Nearly a whole week gone because her stupid fucking body needed a stupid fucking knot and her stupid fucking insurance couldn’t provide stupid fucking suppressants-

Ben’s hand grabs her upper arm, the one attempting to toss the duffle bag strap around her shoulder, instantly stilling her. When her eyes meet his, she’s met with an expression she can’t quite place.

“I’m not sorry. Not at all. Please don’t be sorry, Rey.”

It’s a close of a command as she’ll allow, being that she’s coming down from heat, but his steely and determined voice shakes something within her that she isn’t prepared to internalize. 

Rey drops the duffle bag and wraps her arms around Ben’s midsection before he can say anything else. She shoves her face into his broad chest, covered by a sweater that smells so much like him that it hurts, and bites her lip trying not to cry. 

“I just can’t believe it’s over. Is that weird? It’s like… like the past week hasn’t been real.” Her words are muffled but she knows Ben heard them. His arm wrap around her too, soothingly stroking her back and gently brushing against her glands. 

“It felt like a dream for me too, Rey.” 

They stand there for minutes, maybe hours, holding onto each other and preserving their little bubble for as long as they can. They should talk about what this means, where this leaves them, but the words don’t come. Speaking about it, hearing that he may not want what she does, would break her. Rey won’t let herself think of the possibility that he could want the same thing; the downfall if she’s wrong would crush her. 

And since Rey’s body wasn’t done being a traitor, it rumbles loudly in the silent moment. Ben’s hand stills on her back, and Rey groans in embarrassment.

“I should have fed you more.”

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“How do you even find half of these restaurants? It’s like you an underground 5-star eatery aficionado. Do you have a secret Tik Tok where you rate every sushi bar in the city based on some elaborate, pretentious scale?” Rey asks.

The sushi restaurant he’d treated Rey to after her stomach so rudely interrupted their moment, was delicious (of course) and Ben hadn’t even batted an eye when she ordered two entrees for herself. 

Ben laughs lightly as he rolls his eyes, but keeps his focus on the road. 

“What’s a tick tock?” He asks. Rey sighs and mumbles a light hearted ‘ok boomer’.

It’s nearly dark out again, sun setting across the sky, painting the whole city orange. Rey is content to watch the streets they go down, missing the people watching she’d taken to on her walks to and from work. Not that she minded missing them. In fact, she wouldn’t mind never people watching again if that meant she could spend her life like she had for the last week.

(It didn’t matter that it physically wasn’t possible; not that her hindbrain minded.)

They had been mostly silent since leaving the apartment, only speaking to each other when they thought of a funny comment (Rey) or the other had soy sauce dripping down their chin (also Rey). But the silence was never a challenge with Ben. It was his most natural state. A stoic, empathetic, fuckable redwood, that was constant and unyielding no matter the circumstance. 

Rey would have told her that she loved that about him if she hadn’t been so busy shoving seared tuna into her mouth.

It’s also a comfort to see Ben’s discomfort of being too far from each other. The both had their legs pointed towards each other in the car, sat on the same side of the booth at the restaurant, bodies never more than a hair-lengths away from each other while walking. Even though she was coming down from heat, Rey was comforted by the smell of Ben. She’ll chalk it up to those pesky-post-heat jitters she can never shake. 

When they pull up to her building, it’s a stark reminder just how different their worlds are. The dilapidated, moldy facade of her building was a world away from the sleek, tinted-window skyscraper that was his. 

Rey had worked hard for everything she had in her life, this apartment included, but it still made her feel cheap to go back to that after a week spent in luxury. But Rey can’t help but feel that she’d be going into a five star hotel if Ben were there with her. 

She looks over at him, still looking forward, and prepares to rip off the bandaid.

“Ben… thank you. For everything. I couldn’t have gotten through this without you. You’re…” everything. The love of my life. My alpha. The only person who’s showed me this much kindness without asking anything in return. The most beautiful person in the world. My world. “…a really good friend.” 

The words feel wrong even as they come out of her mouth. His eyes snap towards her then. They’re the perfect combination of chocolaty brown and golden caramel and it make it easier to ignore the hurt that’s so openly being shown to her. 

“Rey… I-” He’s cut off by the shrill sound of his phone, a name flashing cross the car console. A. Snoke.

“You need to get back to your life, Ben. I can’t keep you with me forever.” Rey says, grabbing the her stuff. Ben tries to grab his phone from the pocket, either to silence it or answer it she’ll never know. She presses a fleeting kiss to his cheek while he’s distracted, and quickly exits the car. 

She doesn’t spare a glance back at him when she enters her building. 

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